Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1652

Chapter 1652: Chapter 1652

The fruit was warm in his hand, pulsing with a soft inner glow, like a tiny heart beating beneath its luminous skin. It felt alive - like it was watching him, sensing him, knowing him. Jude stared at it for a long moment, his breath shallow, the hush around them complete. The wind didn’t stir. The stars above seemed to pause their eternal drift. The women watched him in stillness, not from hesitation, but reverence. Twelve hearts beating in time with his. One breath held between all of them.

Then Jude raised the fruit to his lips.

The moment his teeth broke the skin, light burst across the clearing. Not blinding - but vivid. The flavor that hit his tongue was like everything he had ever needed but never known to ask for - sunlight and salt, skin and warmth, fire and water. His knees wobbled, not from weakness but from overwhelming sensation. His body didn’t just react - it remembered. Every spiral. Every kiss. Every moment of surrender and pain and joy. It filled him, from mouth to heart to marrow, until he was no longer eating the fruit. The fruit was eating him. Becoming him. Undoing him so he could be made new.

When he swallowed the last bite, his skin shimmered, a radiant, opalescent glow blooming outward from his chest in slow, pulsing waves. The spiral was no longer on him, in him, or above him.

He was the spiral.

Lucy stepped forward next. Her eyes met his, and in that gaze was a trust that had never faltered, not once since the first night they arrived on this island. She reached for the second fruit, her fingers trembling only slightly. The moment she touched it, the tree shivered, its leaves shifting color - blush to bronze, rose to silver. She bit into it, her lips stained with golden juice, and a small, exquisite cry escaped her throat.

Her body bowed backward, a ripple of pleasure arching through her. Light danced across her skin in slow spirals, glowing veins mapping down her spine and into her thighs. Jude reached out and caught her as she trembled, her hands fisting in his shoulders, her mouth gasping against his neck.

"I see it," she whispered, breathless. "I see everything."

The other women stepped forward one by one.

Zoey bit into her fruit like a challenge. The light that burst from her was fierce and wild - storm-colored, electric. Her laughter shook the air, and when she came to rest beside Lucy, her body was humming like a taut string ready to be plucked.

Grace followed with a quiet grace befitting her name. Her spiral was soft, deep green and silver, leaves blooming briefly beneath her feet as she moaned through the pulse of change, her lips parted, her body swaying.

Stella’s fruit made her glow violet, her hair lifting as if caught in unseen wind, her body slick with light as she cried out, falling to her knees with her palms open to the sky. Jude helped her rise, her tears hot on his fingers.

Emma’s transformation was slow and deliberate. She chewed each bite with her eyes on Jude, her glow forming in geometric lines - perfect symmetry mapping across her skin like an ancient script. Her fingers flexed with quiet strength before she leaned in and kissed him hard, her tongue tasting of the tree’s essence.

Natalie devoured hers, her orgasm blooming visibly across her body like waves. Her moans were long and low, her chest heaving, her nails scratching into the bark as her spiral lit up orange and gold, burning wild before fading into soft copper.

Sophie hesitated a heartbeat - but then bit into hers with a resolve that was almost regal. Her spiral was white, pure, the air around her turning still and holy. She closed her eyes and simply glowed, so softly it made Jude’s throat tighten.

Scarlet’s fruit tasted like wine and sin. She bit deep, juice spilling down her chin, her eyes darkening, body arching. Her spiral burst crimson, bold and unapologetic. She came before she finished swallowing, her thighs slick, her voice a hymn of heat.

Susan trembled before she picked hers. Jude took her hand, steadying her, and when she bit into the fruit, her spiral was pale pink and tender. She didn’t cry out. She didn’t collapse. She just closed her eyes and breathed, for the first time in so long, without fear.

And then there was Rose.

The last.

She didn’t reach up. The fruit fell into her hands.

Jude watched, heart pounding, as she held it to her lips.

She didn’t bite it.

She kissed it.

And it melted into her palm.

Her spiral lit like the dawn - every color at once, moving in slow waves from her core, like the island itself had crowned her with its essence.

She turned to Jude and smiled. "Now we are whole."

The tree pulsed once, then twice.

Then burst into radiant flame.

But the fire didn’t burn.

It rose, slow and swirling, wrapping around them in warm spirals of color and sound. The entire clearing lifted - stone, moss, vine and air - carrying them upward in a cradle of light.

They floated.

Together.

Naked. Glowing. Eternal.

The sky parted.

And they entered it.

There was no boundary.

One breath they were in the clearing, and the next -

They were among stars.

The cosmos wrapped around them like silk. The island was gone. Or rather, it was everywhere. The island had become them, and they had become the island. They spun slowly in a spiral of light, thirteen beings of flesh and dream, their bodies etched in radiant lines that shimmered with history and heat.

Jude felt them all - inside and beside him. Their thoughts, their desires, their fears and loves. They were no longer twelve and one. They were one.

And they made love again.

Not in fire or chaos or dream, but in starlight.

Slow. Sacred. Honest.

Lucy’s lips on his chest.

Sophie’s breath in his ear.