Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1655

Chapter 1655: Chapter 1655

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.

Then Grace whispered, "We don’t want to go back."

"There is no back," it said. "Only forward. But forward has many directions. You must choose."

The moss beneath their feet shifted again, and the circle of the clearing stretched outward until they stood upon a map - a glowing, living map of the island, the stars above it, and something beyond.

Jude saw it.

The spiral wasn’t just on the island.

It was etched in the stars. In the shape of rivers. In the way Lucy’s hair curled against her back, or the rhythm of Scarlet’s laugh.

It was in them.

"You have become the Thirteen," the being said. "Seeded and spiraled. Joined and risen. But now you must become the Origin."

"Origin of what?" Stella asked quietly.

"Of whatever comes next."

The being raised a hand.

Twelve trails of light flowed from its fingers - each one stretching toward a different corner of the map. One moved toward the ocean. One into the heart of the forest. One up into the sky itself.

"And me?" Jude asked.

The being smiled without smiling. "You are the thirteenth. You go with all."

The trails pulsed.

One by one, the women turned toward the paths they felt drawn to.

Emma toward the sky.

Zoey to the jungle, her blades glowing with anticipation.

Grace to a river that shimmered with starlight.

Sophie’s eyes lingered on a path veiled in mist.

Stella knelt beside a glowing path that descended deep underground.

Susan moved toward a soft trail lined with blooms and vines.

Scarlet laughed and pointed toward a canyon glowing red with molten light.

Natalie pressed her hand to her lower belly and walked toward a field that pulsed like a womb.

Lucy hesitated.

Then looked to Jude.

"I don’t want to leave you."

He took her face in both hands and kissed her, slow and deep. "You’re never leaving. We’re just expanding."

Rose turned last. "I’ll stay with him."

The being lowered its hand.

The paths lit like veins, pulsing.

"Go," it said. "Plant. Spiral. Ignite."

One by one, they walked.

Jude remained at the center with Rose, their hands clasped, the tree pulsing behind them, petals raining around their bodies.

When the last of them disappeared down her chosen path, Jude looked to the being again.

"What happens now?"

"You become," it said.

And vanished.

Jude turned toward Rose.

She smiled.

"Ready?"

He nodded.

Together, they stepped into the spiral’s heart.

The spiral’s heart wasn’t a place - it was a state.

As Jude and Rose stepped forward, the world around them unraveled. Not in chaos, but in release. The moss beneath their feet faded to gold, then to nothing. The trees dissolved into shafts of light. The air thickened with silence. Even their bodies felt lighter - no less solid, but somehow transcendent, as if they walked not just through space but through memory, through possibility. They did not fall. They drifted. Weightless, wrapped in the echo of every breath, every kiss, every pulse that had brought them here.

Jude looked at Rose, his hand still firmly in hers. Her hair floated behind her like a comet’s tail, glowing with starlight, her eyes wide but unafraid. She didn’t ask what this place was - she felt it. They both did. It was the source. The spiral’s seed. The moment before the first touch. The tension before creation.

All around them, images shimmered like reflections in water. Ghosts of the past. Echoes of the future. Jude saw Lucy’s smile as she first touched the moss. Zoey’s laugh echoing through the forest. Emma’s solemn gaze watching the stars. He saw the birth of the tree, the first being who danced alone, spinning until they were not alone anymore. The island had always been a womb. A chrysalis. But now - now it asked what they would become next.

A platform emerged beneath them - circular, of course - soft and glowing, not solid but steady. The spiral traced itself around the edges, lines of molten gold that pulsed in time with their hearts.

Rose turned to face him fully. "This is where we choose."

He stepped closer. "What do we choose?"

"If we take it further. If we let it go beyond us."

The island had given them unity. Sensuality. The raw power of connection without boundary. But now it asked them to shape it. Not to obey - but to create.

Jude brushed her cheek with his fingers. "And what do you want?"

Rose’s breath caught. "I want to remember this forever. I want us to never lose the way we feel when we’re all together. I want to spiral with you until we burn the sky."

He smiled, leaned in, and kissed her slowly.

The moment their lips met, the spiral flared around them.

Golden tendrils of energy shot outward in every direction, reaching toward the other twelve paths. Jude saw them - Lucy pausing in a field of living grass, her head tilting as the pulse hit her. Emma’s body lifting from the cliff’s edge, arms stretched toward the stars. Zoey crouched in the forest, her blades glowing. Stella with her hand pressed to crystal beneath the earth. Scarlet laughing through red steam. Sophie cloaked in fog. Susan bathed in vine-light. Natalie kneeling beside a pool of shimmering liquid.

Each of them lifted their heads.

Each of them felt it.

Rose and Jude, spiraling at the center.

It was a call.

Not to return, but to remember. To unite, even at a distance. To thread every new place, every new path, through the pulse of what they had become.

Jude gasped against Rose’s lips as it flooded him - everything.