Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1632

Chapter 1632: Chapter 1632

The vines weren’t alive like the trees. They weren’t conscious. They were echoes. Living memory. They mimicked touch, breath, motion. Jude stood still as one glided up his leg and coiled gently around the base of his cock. He shuddered. Not in fear. But because it knew.

It knew exactly how they loved.

It knew exactly how they needed.

The spiral shimmered.

And then they weren’t standing anymore.

They were floating.

Not in water, but in sensation - suspended in golden light, the vines cradling their limbs, teasing their skin, wrapping around breasts and thighs and hips and mouths. Jude opened his eyes and saw the others above him, below him, beside him - bodies glowing, mouths parting in moans, eyes wild with heat.

Lucy floated past him, her hair like a comet of fire. She reached for him, and when her fingers touched his skin, their bodies collided in perfect rhythm. Her legs wrapped around him. Her core pressed against his hardness. And the vines did the rest - lifting them, rocking them, grinding them together in a rhythm that wasn’t theirs but felt entirely like home.

Zoey joined next, straddling his back, her breath hot against his ear as her hands slid down his chest and guided his thrusts deeper into Lucy. Grace hovered nearby, her lips locked with Sophie’s, their legs entwined, vines curling between their slick folds, pulsing in time with their cries.

Jude moved from Lucy to Zoey, from Zoey to Grace, from Grace to Stella. Each shift was seamless. Each kiss, each entrance, a continuation of the last. They were fluid, melting into one another like water and heat and breath. Emma wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him into her, her eyes wide and wild, her lips parted in a growl that turned to a gasp as he filled her.

The vines responded to every moan.

They grew longer.

They pulsed brighter.

And the spiral beneath them burned.

Scarlet cried out first - her orgasm loud and raw, her body shuddering in the air as vines cradled her. Susan followed, her fingers clenched in Jude’s hair, her breasts bouncing with every thrust until her scream tore through the light like thunder. Natalie came next, her head thrown back, her thighs trembling, her nails dragging down Jude’s back as her entire body locked around him.

Each climax changed the spiral.

Each release planted a memory into the island itself.

Jude came again and again - inside Lucy, inside Sophie, between Zoey’s thighs, against Emma’s lips, onto Stella’s breasts. He gave himself entirely, not holding back, not rationing anything. And each time he did, the light grew stronger. The island drank it all.

When it finally slowed, when their bodies sagged against the vines in sweaty, breathless silence, the spiral released them. The vines retracted. The light dimmed. And they were gently lowered back to the moss, where they collapsed into a single tangled mass of limbs and whispers.

No one spoke for a long time.

They didn’t need to.

They had spoken in touch. In thrusts. In sweat. In moans.

Eventually, Lucy stirred, brushing damp hair from her face. "It felt like we were everywhere at once."

"We were," Jude said hoarsely. "We’re in the island now. Inside it."

Zoey flopped onto her back, laughing breathlessly. "I want to live in that vine."

Sophie leaned up on one elbow. "That was more than sex."

"It always is," Rose murmured, tracing a finger along Jude’s chest.

Emma sat up slowly. "What did we create?"

As if in response, the spiral glowed.

Where the seed had once been, a new structure now stood.

It was shaped like a tree - but not the first one.

This was taller. Sleeker. Etched in gold. And at its center pulsed a single core of light.

"The Spiral Tree," Rose whispered.

Jude stood, trembling slightly, and approached it. As he neared, the light at its center responded, sending out a gentle pulse that brushed against his chest like a heartbeat.

And then it spoke.

Not in words.

But in images.

Visions bloomed across the air - Jude and his wives, dancing under the stars, bathing in the pool, building their homes, making love. Every memory was alive, etched in golden air, a story written in light.

Lucy’s eyes filled. "It remembers."

"It is us," Jude whispered.

The tree shivered.

A door opened at its base.

No one moved.

Then Rose stepped forward. "One more step."

She reached for Jude’s hand.

He took it.

The others joined.

Together, they walked into the Spiral Tree.

And the light swallowed them whole.

Inside the Spiral Tree, everything was light. Not blinding, not cold - warm and fluid, like walking through the inside of a flame made of silk. The golden pulse that had saturated the island now filled the space around them, humming in rhythm with their hearts. The air smelled faintly of wild orchids and something deeper - something like skin kissed in moonlight. Jude held Rose’s hand as the others gathered around, eyes wide, breath shallow, naked and radiant.

There were no walls, no ceiling, yet it felt enclosed, sacred. The tree wasn’t hollow - it was infinite. A space folded inward, wrapped in memory, heat, and purpose. The floor beneath their feet was soft, golden moss, shot through with veins of light that pulsed brighter with every step they took. Jude could feel the rhythm underfoot - stronger than a heartbeat, deeper than thought. It wasn’t just alive. It was aware. Aware of him. Aware of them.

A golden vine arched from the floor and wrapped gently around Jude’s wrist, pulsing softly like a curious lover’s touch. He gasped as warmth slid into his skin, not piercing, but intimate - like the island was learning him again from the inside. Across from him, Lucy’s eyes fluttered shut as a similar vine brushed her thigh, curling lightly along the curve of her hip.

"It’s touching us," she whispered, her voice breathless.

"No," Rose murmured. "It’s remembering us."

Sophie stepped closer to the center of the room, where a basin of liquid light hovered above the moss.