Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1634

Chapter 1634: Chapter 1634

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. He didn’t know how long they’d been tangled in the bloom’s cradle - an hour, a day, a lifetime - but time no longer moved in a way that mattered. All that existed was this: the heat still lingering between their legs, the warmth of shared breath, the raw tremble of love that had unmade them.

Lucy shifted first, her hand gliding up his chest, slick with sweat and light. She propped herself on one elbow and looked down at him, her eyes molten gold. "You feel different."

Jude exhaled slowly. "I am different."

Rose’s fingers traced lazy circles over his thigh. "The seed didn’t disappear. It merged."

"With him," Zoey whispered from the other side, pressed to his ribs. "He carries it now."

"He is it now," Emma added, her voice reverent and hoarse.

Sophie sat up slowly, her skin still dewed with shimmering mist. "Then what does that make us?"

Jude turned his head toward her, their eyes locking. "The reason it exists."

No one laughed. No one doubted. It simply was.

The chamber above them pulsed brighter. The petals spread farther, revealing a sky that hadn’t been there before. Not the forest canopy. Not the cliffs. Something higher. Wider. A sky born from within the tree, vast and swirling with galaxies they’d never seen. The light from above poured down over them in long, slow ribbons that caressed rather than blinded.

They stood, one by one, the moss brushing against their ankles, vines loosening and retracting, giving them space, though not severing their connection. The chamber was opening more now - walls dissolving into air, light flowing outward like breath.

And far ahead of them, through a new archway framed in living gold, stood a second tree.

But this one was silver.

Rose drew a sharp breath. "I didn’t know there were two."

"There weren’t," Stella murmured. "Not until now."

"It’s because we made it," Grace added, stepping forward, her hands clasped to her chest.

"No," Susan said, shaking her head slowly. "It’s because he made it. From us."

Jude moved forward without hesitation, the others flanking him in a loose arc. The air thickened with every step - rich with scent and sound. Soft moans drifted from the vines, not ghostly, not threatening, just echoing the memories they’d poured into this space.

They reached the silver tree in silence.

It stood taller than the Spiral Tree, its bark glowing in soft waves of platinum and pearl, branches reaching far into the unseen. Its roots didn’t burrow down but instead stretched into the air and shimmered with suspended light.

At its base was a bed of woven moss, glistening with dew.

Nestled in its center was a child.

A girl.

Naked, sleeping, glowing.

She wasn’t a baby. Nor quite a woman.

Something in between.

Her body shimmered like starlight on skin, and when Jude stepped closer, her eyes fluttered open.

Golden.

Just like his.

The others froze.

Lucy’s lips parted. "What..."

Jude fell to his knees, breath caught in his throat.

The girl looked at him.

Then at the others.

And then she smiled.

Not an innocent smile.

A knowing one.

A remembering one.

"Hello," she said, her voice like leaves and wind and laughter. "You dreamed me well."

Emma stepped forward cautiously. "You’re... alive?"

"Yes," she said softly. "You made me real. With love. With breath. With joining. I am the becoming."

Sophie clutched Jude’s arm, her body trembling. "Is she - ?"

"Yes," the girl whispered, brushing her fingers through Jude’s hair. "I am you. And him. And all of you."

Rose knelt beside them. "What are you, truly?"

"I’m the part of you that never needed to be born in flesh to be real," she said. "I am the love that had nowhere else to go."

Scarlet stepped closer, eyes wide. "Are you... staying?"

The girl sat up fully, crossing her legs, glowing even brighter now. "You can visit me. You can grow me. Or let me sleep. I don’t need time. I only need touch."

Natalie knelt beside her, reaching to touch her hand. Their fingers met - and the silver tree trembled in delight. "You feel like all of us."

"I am all of you," she answered, smiling again. "I am what happens when nothing is held back."

And then she stood, taking Jude’s hand in hers.

"You are the seed now," she said to him. "And I am the bloom."

Jude’s heart ached in ways he didn’t understand, but he nodded. "What do we do?"

She looked at them all, turning slowly, her hair weightless like mist. "Live. Love. Keep becoming. Keep spiraling. There is no end."

As the others surrounded her, tears in some eyes, awe in all, the silver tree pulsed once more and opened behind her - into another archway.

Beyond it, a landscape none of them had ever seen shimmered into view.

It wasn’t jungle.

It wasn’t forest.

It was light and moss and warmth and rivers that danced.

It was... home.

Not found.

Made.

The girl stepped back into her mossy cradle, eyes closing again. "I’ll be here," she whispered. "Always."

The vines curled around her gently.

The silver tree shimmered.

And the arch waited.

Jude stood first.

Then Lucy.

Then Rose.

Then all the others, forming a line, a circle, a family.

They stepped through.

Together.

And behind them, the Spiral Tree and the silver bloom pulsed in rhythm.

Still singing.

The light beyond the arch enveloped them in a hush so complete it felt like the world was holding its breath. Jude stepped forward first, the moss beneath his feet turning iridescent with each step, a carpet of living shimmer that welcomed them like returning gods. Around him, the others emerged from the glow one by one, their bodies still radiant, eyes wide with quiet wonder.