Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1653

Chapter 1653: Chapter 1653

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.

Zoey’s teeth against his neck.

Grace’s hands trailing his spine.

Stella beneath him, gasping his name.

Emma guiding him with steady moans.

Natalie biting her lip as she rode him, her fingers tight in his hair.

Scarlet kissing them all.

Susan weeping as she came, clinging, open and whole.

Rose straddling him last, her mouth on his, their bodies locked, their heat spiraling together until it burst outward like nova.

The stars shimmered.

The universe bent.

And then, silence.

Warm. Final.

They floated there, tangled in each other, soft pulses of spiral light slowly ebbing from their skins.

No one spoke.

No one needed to.

Eventually, the stars pulled away.

The spiral faded.

And the island returned.

They woke beneath the new tree, the white one. The air smelled of rain and nectar, the moss cool beneath them.

Jude opened his eyes.

And exhaled.

Lucy kissed his cheek.

"We’re home."

He turned, seeing them all curled beside him, radiant and bare, their bodies wrapped in limbs and light.

The seventh spiral was complete.

But the story was only beginning.

The wind was different now. It carried no scent of danger, no trace of the unknown. It was warm, full of breath and memory, as if the island itself sighed through the leaves. Jude sat up slowly, his bare chest gleaming faintly in the newborn sunlight that filtered through the canopy of the white tree. Around him, the moss was no longer just soft - it pulsed faintly beneath his skin like a shared heartbeat, like it recognized him now. Not just as a guest. Not as a leader.

As one of its own.

Lucy stirred first, murmuring softly, her body curling toward him, arms seeking his warmth. When she found him already sitting, she smiled without opening her eyes and draped herself across his lap. Her skin shimmered faintly with lingering starlight, her fingers splayed over his thigh, possessive in that dreamy, contented way she always held him after something sacred.

Emma sat up next, silent, always watching. Her eyes locked onto Jude’s and stayed there, something solid and grounding between them. She didn’t speak, but her nod was everything - acknowledgment, acceptance, awe.

One by one, they woke. Rose was last, of course. She stretched like a feline across the moss, golden hair spilling over her shoulder as she looked up at the white tree, as if it had told her a secret in her sleep. When her gaze finally dropped to Jude, it wasn’t fire this time. It was serenity.

The circle they had formed during the spirals held firm. Naked, radiant, they drew together without speaking, shoulders brushing, fingers finding hands, thighs pressed in comfort and closeness. They didn’t need to name what they had become. The feeling was too vast, too intimate for words.

The tree bloomed above them.

Not in petals - but in light.

Shards of it fell slowly, like snow, and every time one of the glowing flakes touched skin, it sank in with a faint pulse, like a kiss. Jude’s chest rose with a long breath, and he tilted his face to the sky, letting it coat him.

Then he heard it.

A heartbeat.

Not his.

Not the island’s.

Something deeper. Closer.

He looked at Lucy.

She was staring at him, her lips parted.

"You feel it too?" he asked.

She nodded slowly. "It’s not coming from above. It’s beneath us."

Emma placed a hand to the moss. "It’s waking up."

"No," Rose corrected gently, lowering her palm to the ground. "It’s being born."

Jude dropped his hand to the moss - and nearly cried out.

The pulse wasn’t just sound anymore.

It was sensation.

It moved through him like a song, a wave of warmth and hunger and aching need. It was the need to connect, to claim, to root. It wasn’t pain, but it was urgent. Pressing. Demanding.

Natalie gasped. "It’s inside me."

"Me too," Stella whispered, a blush climbing her cheeks.

Sophie bit her lip. "It feels like - like we’re about to - "

And then Grace moaned.

Not from surprise.

From surrender.

Jude turned just in time to see her fall back into the moss, her thighs parting, her body arching.

She wasn’t alone.

The pulse hit them all at once.

Heat flooded their limbs, not like before. This wasn’t the spirals’ chaos or seduction. It was hunger.

Primal.

Fertile.

Jude didn’t resist. He didn’t need to. His body moved with the beat, the ancient rhythm now embedded in his bones. He leaned into Lucy first, taking her lips in a kiss that melted into her mouth like sunlight into spring water. She gasped against him, already wet, already ready.

Her body opened for him without hesitation, and when he entered her, the moss around them thickened, wrapping around their legs, cradling them as they rocked together in perfect unity. She clung to him, her cries muffled against his throat.

When she came, the light flared.

And another heartbeat joined the first.

Jude pulled from her only when she fell back in boneless ecstasy, his body already aching with need. He didn’t stop. Couldn’t.

Zoey was next.

She met him with a growl, straddling him before he could even rise. Her body slammed into his with all the raw fury of a wave breaking over rocks. Her nails carved into his back, her teeth at his collarbone.