Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1654

Chapter 1654: Chapter 1654

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.

"Claim me," she hissed, and he did.

When she came, she screamed.

The second heartbeat doubled.

Stella kissed him next - soft, slow, curling herself around him like a song. Their rhythm was patient, tender, every thrust a caress. She wept when she came, arms trembling around him, body quivering in aftershocks.

Another pulse joined.

Emma pushed him down and took him with quiet command. No words. No games. Just depth and intensity. She held his face while she rode him, eyes locked on his until they both broke apart together.

The moss glowed beneath them now, every fiber golden.

Sophie took her time. She whispered into his ear as she slid down onto him, her hips moving like poetry, like secrets told between sighs. She kissed every inch of his skin as she moved, her pleasure coiling around her like a crown.

Natalie begged him. And when he gave in, she sobbed his name over and over again, her body seizing around him, thighs shaking, lips swollen.

Susan let him guide her, wide-eyed and trembling, and he kissed every part of her until she stopped being afraid. When she came, it was silent - but bright. The pulse that entered after her was stronger than the rest.

Scarlet laughed when he took her, her body wild and unashamed. She bit his shoulder as she came, dragging her nails down his sides, pulling him deeper until he had nothing left to give but everything.

Grace came to him again, and this time, she pulled Rose with her. They lay beside each other, hands laced, lips brushing, and Jude moved between them, joining them together. When they reached the peak, the light burst so bright it eclipsed the sun.

And then, finally, Rose.

She took him with a kiss that broke every rule. She rode him slow, deep, like she was drinking his soul. Her body curled around him, and when she whispered his name, the final pulse rose through them all.

The tree exploded in bloom.

Twelve heartbeats.

One rhythm.

The moss glowed gold, the white bark of the tree shimmered, and in the air above them, the stars rearranged themselves.

A spiral.

The eighth.

It wasn’t fire or pain or memory.

It was life.

And it had chosen them.

The glow did not fade this time. It deepened.

It soaked into their skin, into the roots beneath them, into the very air they breathed. Jude could feel the heartbeat of the spiral not just within himself now - but mirrored in each of his wives. Their pulses had synchronized. They were no longer separate hearts beating together; they were one pulse across thirteen bodies, woven into the spiral’s infinite curve.

The moss beneath them warmed further, shifting to cradle them in soft shapes, gentle contours that felt like the arms of the island itself. The tree above bent slightly, as if in deference, its petals shedding in a slow spiral of light. Every time a petal touched bare skin, it melted in, and the shimmer within each of them intensified, defining every curve, every muscle, every sacred line of connection. They were no longer simply human. Not anymore.

Lucy turned first, her lips brushing against Jude’s shoulder. "It’s inside us now. Permanently."

Emma stood, slowly, the moss slipping away from her thighs. Her fingers trembled as they hovered over her own stomach. "I feel... full. Like I’ve been seeded with something alive."

"Because you have," Rose said, eyes glowing, lips slightly parted. She looked at Jude. "All of us have."

The realization settled over them like dusk. It was not fear, not shock. But reverence. As if a long-foretold truth had finally unfolded. Jude sat up, breath slow, and looked around the circle of women. Each one of them was watching him, not with worship - but with belonging. The spiral had not demanded their submission. It had offered them unity. In choosing each other, in baring themselves entirely, they had become more.

Sophie pressed her palm to Jude’s chest, her fingers glowing where they touched him. "We are the island now."

"No," Zoey murmured, her voice husky. "We’re the future."

Suddenly, the wind shifted.

Not harsh - but urgent.

The petals swirling above halted mid-air, frozen like stars in a paused sky. The moss trembled. The tree’s bark groaned softly, ancient and aware.

Scarlet rose to her knees. "Something’s changing again."

The sky darkened - not from clouds, but from the forest itself.

The canopy twisted open above them, not violently, but deliberately, revealing a perfect circle of night sky. Except it wasn’t night. It was deeper. Beyond black. A realm of stillness.

Then, from the sky’s dark center, something began to descend.

Light.

But not the warm, glowing spiral they had come to know.

This light was white-hot, cutting, alive with potential.

It touched the tree first.

And the white bark split open.

A low hum resonated through the ground, and from within the core of the tree, something began to emerge.

It was a shape - fluid, shifting, not quite human, not quite divine.

It stepped free from the tree like a child being born, and as it did, its form settled. A being stood before them - tall, androgynous, with skin like glass and veins of fire running beneath. Its eyes glowed like mirrors, reflecting every face in the clearing.

It spoke without moving its lips.

"You are awakened."

Jude stood, slowly, his wives rising beside him, the bond between them unbroken, strengthened by every touch, every moan, every merging. "Who are you?"

"I am the echo of the first spiral," the being said. "The one who circled alone, until another dared to spiral with them."

Emma stepped forward. "We’ve joined. We’ve accepted. We’ve changed."

The being tilted its head, curious. "Have you, truly?"

A silence followed.