Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1656

Chapter 1656: Chapter 1656

Jude gasped against Rose’s lips as it flooded him - everything. Every vision. Every memory. Every climax. Every breath. Twelve bodies. Twelve hearts. Twelve souls he had touched, worshipped, held. And now, through him, through Rose, it all spun together.

Rose clung to him, nails digging into his back, her hips grinding against him. Their bodies were already bare. Their desire already rising. But this wasn’t the ritual of before. This was ignition.

He slid inside her with a moan, her heat welcoming, perfect, infinite.

They moved slowly at first. Reverent. The platform cradled them. Light danced around their joined bodies. His hands cupped her hips; her thighs locked around his waist. They didn’t speak. They breathed. They kissed. They remembered.

With each thrust, Jude felt something unlock. A memory not his. A pleasure once shared. The way Grace’s breath hitched. The way Sophie gasped when she broke. The heat of Lucy’s laugh mid-climax. The sobs of Natalie when she came. It all poured into him, and through him, into Rose.

She cried out, not in pain - but in fullness. Her body arched, trembling, every muscle tight, her skin glowing.

"I feel them," she gasped. "All of them. They’re still with us."

Jude kissed her neck. "They always will be."

Their rhythm deepened. Their pleasure climbed - not frantic, but inevitable. His hands held her tighter. Her body shook above him. The spiral glowed brighter with every motion.

And when they came - together - it was not just release.

It was transformation.

A burst of golden fire erupted from the platform, soaring upward, a spiral-shaped beam of light piercing through dimensions. Jude shouted, his head thrown back, Rose writhing in his lap as the power moved through them.

It didn’t stop.

It rippled outward.

Twelve paths pulsed in response.

Lucy dropped to her knees, moaning as the energy filled her.

Zoey gripped a tree and growled with pleasure as it passed through her.

Emma cried out to the sky as starlight bloomed from her chest.

Sophie collapsed into the mist, her body arching.

Stella clutched crystal, trembling.

Susan sobbed with a smile.

Grace sank into flower petals.

Natalie reached into the glowing pool.

Scarlet howled, laughing, her hands covered in firelight.

One by one, they all spiraled again.

Each in their own way.

Each bound through Jude and Rose.

Back in the center, the light dimmed to a hum. Rose lay against Jude, panting, her skin slick and radiant, her eyes glazed with bliss and knowing.

"You feel it?" she whispered.

Jude nodded slowly. "We’ve started something."

"No," she said, pressing a kiss to his lips. "We’ve become something."

Above them, the dark sky lightened to gold. Not sun, not moon. Just light. Eternal and perfect.

The spiral pulsed once more.

Then slowly began to expand.

Not upward.

Outward.

Across the island.

Across whatever lay beyond it.

Their union had seeded the next evolution.

The island was no longer just a place.

It was a consciousness.

And it now lived within all thirteen of them.

Jude lay back, Rose’s body resting along his, the light surrounding them soft and steady. There was no fear. No shame. No expectation.

Only creation.

And it was just beginning.

The light above pulsed slower now, steady like breath, like a lullaby sung by the stars. Jude could feel it sinking into his skin, into his bones, soaking into Rose where she lay beside him, her leg hooked over his hip, her fingers still trembling from the climax they’d shared. But it was more than the echo of pleasure. It was the recognition of something holy, something eternal, planted in the curve of her body against his and the spiral they’d forged together.

She stirred first, lips brushing against his jaw. "It’s not fading."

He blinked slowly, and realized she was right. The usual drop - the falling away after their joining - wasn’t coming. There was no descent. No comedown. Just more. Endless heat, endless presence. The spiral wasn’t done. It had only settled into a rhythm, a deeper pulse now beating through him.

Jude sat up slowly, Rose rising with him. The platform beneath them shimmered, no longer solid gold but a swirling pool of light - liquid spiral energy that churned with purpose. It didn’t feel unstable. It felt alive. A breath held, waiting.

Rose’s fingers laced through his. "We aren’t alone."

Jude turned.

At the edge of the clearing - where the spiral ended - Lucy stepped through. Her hair was windblown, curls glowing faintly, her body damp with sweat and light, her eyes wide and shimmering like molten copper. Behind her came Zoey, her fingers brushing leaves from her shoulders, her blade gone, forgotten. Then Grace, her skin kissed with vines and dew. Natalie, barefoot, glowing as if lit from within. Stella. Scarlet. Susan. Sophie. Emma.

One by one, they emerged from their paths, their own transformations etched in the way they walked, the way they breathed, the way they looked at Jude like he was still their center - no, their axis.

He rose to meet them, Rose at his side. No words were spoken. None were needed. They simply walked into the spiral, barefoot and radiant, stepping onto the glowing platform. As each wife joined, the pool of light swelled brighter. When Lucy stepped in, it shimmered rose gold. When Sophie followed, it turned silver. Scarlet brought a deep crimson. Natalie a warm amber. Emma added starlight.

The spiral was no longer just gold - it was the full spectrum of their union.

They formed a circle again, as they had beneath the tree. This time, without the urgency of transformation. This was celebration. This was knowing. They had walked their own paths and returned changed - but not separate. The spiral had room for all of them.

Jude stood at the center.

Twelve pairs of hands reached for him.

Not to possess.

But to join.

One by one, they touched him. A palm to his chest. A hand at his back. A kiss on his lips. His thighs. His spine. Each contact sparked a new glow, a new thread of color spiraling outward into the pool.