Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1629

Chapter 1629: Chapter 1629

Jude turned and looked at them all - his wives, his soulmates, the twelve women whose bodies and hearts had tethered him to this world. Each one glowing in the soft morning light, hair tangled, lips kiss-bitten, thighs still marked from the night before.

And yet they were stronger. Steadier. More radiant than ever.

"We’ve made something new," he said, standing slowly. "Not just love. Not just life. A... legacy."

Stella stepped forward and took his hand. "We’ve always been meant for more."

Susan brushed past them all and stepped into the pool.

There was no splash. No ripple.

Just silence.

Then the basin glowed bright, and Susan’s body lifted - hovering inches above the liquid, her back arched in rapture. Her mouth opened in a soundless moan as her body was suffused with violet light. Her hair floated around her like ink in water, and the spiral pulsed outward again.

The next ring bloomed.

When Susan settled back down, her eyes fluttered open. "We can shape it now," she whispered. "Whatever we imagine... the island will grow."

Jude swallowed hard. "And what if we imagine... each other?"

Rose grinned. "Then we make that real."

They returned to the heart of the spiral. The moss had warmed again, the canopy peeled back to let in slanted golden light.

Jude pulled Lucy to him first, kissed her slow and deep. The others circled instinctively, touching each other, awakening their bodies once more.

Their touches were new now - charged with the knowledge that each moment would echo through the island’s spiral forever. That every embrace would bloom into reality. Every kiss might become a structure, a tree, a star.

When Zoey knelt between Lucy’s thighs and kissed her there, Lucy’s cry lit the next flower in the spiral. When Stella and Grace pressed against Jude’s back, their hands exploring, the moss trembled in delight beneath them. When Emma took his mouth, and Sophie rode his thigh, and Natalie whispered his name while kissing Rose’s shoulder, the spiral expanded.

And when they all came together again - writhing, tangled, trembling - Jude felt the island exhale.

The spiral was theirs now.

The future, theirs to dream.

And in that endless moment of flesh and fire and love, Jude realized - they hadn’t just been chosen.

They had chosen each other .

The heat of their breath still hung in the air, thick with salt and sweetness, as the last waves of pleasure ebbed through their bodies. They lay in a soft knot of limbs at the spiral’s heart, warm moss cradling them, petals drifting down from the vines above like the island’s way of tucking them in. Jude’s fingers were tangled in Lucy’s golden strands, her head resting against his shoulder, her thigh still pressed across his hip. Her breathing was slow, satisfied, but her eyes were open, glowing faintly as she watched the sky shift overhead.

The stars had begun to move again - not in circles, not even in constellations, but in slow, spiraling paths that mimicked the pattern blooming on the ground below. They shimmered silver and violet, pulsing in rhythm with the heartbeat beneath the moss. Jude felt it in his spine, in his blood. Every breath now came with the certainty that something ancient was awakening, not just around them - but through them.

Sophie lay at his other side, curled into his arm, her hand resting over his heart like she was still unsure if it beat the same as before. She had been quiet after the joining, her face serious, lips slightly parted as though she was on the edge of asking a question that refused to form.

"Sophie," he murmured, turning toward her.

She blinked slowly, then met his eyes. "I don’t know who I am anymore."

Jude brushed her hair from her forehead. "You’re mine. You’re you . Just more."

Her fingers gripped his. "But what if I lose myself in all of this?"

"You won’t," Rose said, her voice soft as she slid closer, draping herself across Sophie’s back. "You’re not dissolving. You’re expanding."

Sophie exhaled shakily, but nodded.

The others stirred around them - Stella yawning and crawling onto Natalie’s stomach, Zoey tracing circles lazily on Grace’s bare hip, Emma already dressing slowly, slipping a sheer wrap over her glistening skin as if the cool morning called her to alertness.

Jude sat up, brushing petals from his chest. The spiral beyond had changed again. Vines now wove between the blooming platforms, connecting them with arches and trellises that glowed faintly in the dim light. The island was weaving their love into its very bones.

"Do you see it?" Emma asked, rising to stand next to him, her eyes scanning the widening rings.

He nodded. "It’s building. Every time we... connect."

Emma’s lips parted, a half-smile forming. "We’re creating a living map."

Natalie slid in behind Jude and wrapped her arms around his waist, pressing her breasts against his back. "And it listens to every moan," she teased.

Zoey giggled and flopped dramatically across the moss. "Then I hope it’s taking notes, because last night was masterclass ."

Stella snorted, her head on Grace’s thigh. "It’s more than sex."

"I know that," Zoey said, lifting her head. "But it’s also sex."

They laughed, the sound rich and warm, echoing through the spiral like a song. It felt good to laugh. To be light, even as the island swelled around them with purpose and mystery.

Then came the sound.

A deep, soft hum - not threatening, but impossibly low. It rolled beneath them like distant thunder, a slow vibration that hummed in their chests and echoed in their bones.

They stilled.

Rose lifted her head first. "It’s not a warning."

"No," Jude said, already rising. "It’s an invitation."

He stood and the others followed, limbs bare and unashamed. The vines parted again, forming a narrow corridor through the spiral. Petals drifted down as if blessing their steps. Their skin shimmered in the morning light, still dusted with gold and silver. They moved together - hands linked, fingers brushing, shoulders touching - until they reached the center of the new ring.