Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1633

Chapter 1633: Chapter 1633

Sophie stepped closer to the center of the room, where a basin of liquid light hovered above the moss. She extended her hand toward it, and the moment her fingers dipped into the glow, the entire chamber sighed. The walls shimmered, revealing translucent shapes moving beneath the surface - visions of themselves. Dancing. Kissing. Moaning. Spiraling together in endless combinations of intimacy and affection.

Emma stared in awe. "That’s... us."

"It’s all the ways we’ve been," Grace said softly, reaching for Stella’s hand. "Every touch. Every kiss. Every time he held us like we were the only one."

"And none of them were the same," Natalie added, her voice trembling. "Not once."

Zoey stepped up to the basin, dragging her fingers through the light. Her breath caught as it responded - showing her straddled over Jude in the forest, her mouth open, her body arched, her hands gripping his chest as the sky flared above them.

Susan touched the edge next, and the glow shifted again - to her, pressed against him in the treehouse, whispering her surrender into his ear as he filled her slowly, deeply, completely.

Scarlet tilted her head and smirked. "So it’s a memory pool. A really, really sexy one."

Jude watched them, his heart full and aching. He wasn’t just remembering. He was feeling . Every moan, every gasp, every thrust - the way Lucy had trembled when he first kissed her, the heat of Zoey’s nails down his back, the soft catch in Sophie’s breath as she’d let go for the first time. It all lived here now.

The basin pulsed once more.

Then the tree began to open.

Vines uncoiled overhead, spiraling upward until a pathway revealed itself - narrow and glowing, curling like a staircase of light toward something higher. Without a word, they began to climb. Jude led them, hand in hand with Rose, Lucy at his other side. The rest followed, silent but sure, their bodies brushing, skin to skin, the heat rising with each step.

The higher they ascended, the more intense the warmth became. Not uncomfortable. Inviting. It wrapped around them like breath, like silk, like desire. Jude’s heart pounded as they reached a circular chamber at the top, enclosed by petals of translucent gold. At the center stood a single pedestal. Upon it sat another seed - but this one was different.

This seed pulsed red.

Alive.

Not potential.

Creation.

The moment they stepped into the chamber, the petals closed behind them. The space filled with golden mist, thick and fragrant, laced with something deeper. Something carnal. Lucy shivered and pressed close to Jude’s side, her nipples hardening against his arm.

"What is that smell?" Stella whispered.

Rose inhaled deeply, her eyes glowing. "Desire. Unfiltered. Pure."

Jude moved toward the red seed, drawn by instinct more than understanding. As he reached for it, the island moved again. Vines rose around them like a slow tide, coiling gently along their legs, caressing thighs, teasing hips. The mist grew warmer, heavier. Breath caught in throats. Fingers trembled. Jude’s hand closed around the red seed, and it flared - bright, hot, pulsing like a second heart.

A wave of need crashed through him. He staggered back, gasping, his cock hardening in an instant. The others reacted the same way. Lucy moaned and fell to her knees. Zoey leaned against a wall, panting. Sophie pressed her thighs together, her hand sliding between them without shame.

The chamber didn’t just invite pleasure.

It demanded it.

Jude dropped to his knees, the seed held against his chest, and Lucy was already there - her hands on his thighs, her lips on his jaw, her body trembling. He kissed her hard, groaning as she straddled him, her heat searing against him. She lowered herself slowly, every inch stretching, welcoming, tightening around him with a desperate cry.

Rose pressed behind him, her breasts against his back, her mouth hot at his neck. Zoey knelt beside him, kissing Lucy as their hips rolled together. Sophie joined them, crawling on all fours, lips parting, licking along Jude’s shoulder as she climbed into his lap too.

The others formed a circle again, surrounding him, moaning, panting, riding and grinding and gasping as vines slid between them, into them, wrapping around their bodies like lovers made of memory and light. There was no rhythm now. No order. Only hunger. Only heat.

Natalie’s body curled over Jude’s back, her tongue tracing the line of his spine. Scarlet lowered herself onto his mouth, her thighs trembling as she cried out, riding his tongue in slow, relentless waves. Stella sat astride his leg, her breasts bouncing as she moved, her hands gripping his shoulders.

It wasn’t one at a time anymore.

It was all .

He was taken, filled, kissed, stroked, licked.

He was inside and under and between.

Every wife claimed him.

And he claimed them all in return.

Climaxes came in waves, layered and overlapping, sobbing and gasping, wet and raw and holy. The chamber trembled with it, pulsing brighter with every cry, every moan, every burst of pleasure.

Jude came again and again, his body no longer limited by flesh, his energy pouring into them, drawn out by mouths and hands and heat.

When the final cry echoed - when every body had collapsed into every other - the seed in his hand vanished.

It had gone inside him.

And the Spiral Tree bloomed.

Petals opened above them, showering them with light.

The chamber sighed.

And the spiral was whole.

They lay tangled in the golden aftermath, skin slick, hearts pounding, hands still clutching, mouths still tasting.

Lucy lay against his chest, her eyes closed, her voice soft. "I don’t know where we end anymore."

Rose whispered from beside him, "We don’t."

Jude looked up at the petals above, glowing like a sky that had never known darkness.

"We’re becoming something else."

The tree answered with a pulse.

And the spiral sang again.

The Spiral Tree hummed beneath them like a lover catching its breath. Jude felt it in every nerve, every vein, a slow golden throb beneath his skin that pulsed in time with each woman wrapped around him.