Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1658

Chapter 1658: Chapter 1658

Jude turned slowly, sensing rather than knowing, and looked to the north. The forest there seemed darker - less touched by gold, more shadowed - but not threatening. Just waiting. "That way."

The spiral platform unfurled behind them like a tongue of light as they stepped forward, one by one. Lucy took his hand. Zoey followed close behind. Grace and Natalie walked arm in arm. Emma and Sophie flanked Stella. Susan lingered with Scarlet, the two of them still flushed and soft from their shared climax. And Rose walked slightly ahead, barefoot and gleaming, her body moving like a flame.

The spiral did not disappear as they left it. It remained, pulsing, buried beneath the moss and trees now - an eternal mark on the island, proof of what they had become. But the path ahead shifted. The forest changed again.

The trees here were taller, broader, their bark darker, their leaves casting shadows that seemed alive. Flowers glowed dimly between the roots, petals curling like lips whispering secrets. A thick mist hugged the earth, coiling around their ankles, wrapping around their calves like curious hands.

No one spoke.

There was no need.

Their bodies were language enough.

Zoey moved up beside Jude and brushed a kiss to his shoulder. Stella took his other arm, her fingers brushing his side in slow, absent circles. Lucy leaned her head to his neck, her breasts pressing against his ribs as they walked.

And ahead, Rose stopped.

The trees parted.

A clearing opened, smaller than the spiral’s heart - but no less powerful.

At its center stood a single, massive flower.

It was black.

Its petals glossy and smooth, shaped like blades, but pulsing with golden veins that mirrored the spiral. It stood as tall as a tree, its center an open mouth of heat and light, and it breathed. Not metaphorically. The flower expanded and contracted, rhythmically, like lungs.

Sophie stepped forward slowly. "What is it?"

Rose smiled. "The womb."

Jude’s breath caught.

Natalie whispered, "Is this... where it all began?"

"No," Rose said, eyes locked on the flower. "But it’s where it begins next."

The wives formed a circle again, wordless, each of them feeling the charge in the air shift from pleasure to purpose. The mist thickened around the flower, curling like incense smoke, sweet and heady. Jude stepped forward instinctively, and the flower responded - its petals quivering, its golden veins flaring brighter.

It was inviting him.

His cock stirred again, slowly, obediently, as though his body already knew what was needed. Rose stepped beside him and reached down, fingers wrapping around his shaft with quiet reverence, stroking him to full hardness in slow, sensual strokes.

"You give it to us," she murmured. "Then we give it to the island."

Jude groaned, his hands finding her hips, his body aching with readiness.

The wives moved around them like a ritual. Lucy behind him, pressing soft kisses along his spine. Zoey and Grace on either side, their hands sliding over his arms, his chest. Stella knelt before him, licking gently at his thigh while Rose continued to stroke him, slow and controlled. The air pulsed with heat.

Rose guided him to the base of the flower.

Its core opened wider, heat radiating outward.

And then, slowly, Rose turned and bent over in front of him, her hands braced against the flower’s base. Her body shimmered in the golden light, her back arched, her thighs slightly parted. She looked over her shoulder, eyes molten.

"Now," she whispered.

Jude stepped behind her and sank into her in one long, deep thrust.

Rose cried out, her voice joining the pulse of the flower.

The moment their bodies joined, the petals shuddered. Golden light erupted from the veins, spilling across the clearing, racing along the mist like wildfire. The wives moaned together, hands gripping, bodies swaying, their connection forming a ring of living heat.

Jude thrust into Rose slowly, deeply, the sensation overwhelming. She rocked back against him, matching his rhythm, her moans more than pleasure - they were incantations. The flower responded with every movement, its breath faster, its glow stronger.

Then Lucy pressed close to his side, her hand stroking his chest, her lips on his jaw. Zoey kissed Rose’s shoulder, then turned and kissed Grace. Natalie dropped to her knees and began licking along Rose’s thigh, her fingers tracing the place where they joined.

Their rhythm built faster.

The flower’s glow surged.

Rose cried out again, her whole body convulsing around him as her orgasm tore through her.

Jude followed, hips jerking, spilling into her with a groan that seemed to shake the trees.

And the flower... bloomed.

Fully.

Its center opened in a burst of golden mist, and from it emerged a single orb of light, no larger than a heart, floating, pulsing.

Rose collapsed to her knees, panting, her body glowing.

The wives fell silent.

The orb hovered above the flower, waiting.

Jude stepped back, breathless, his body tingling.

Rose looked up, eyes wide. "It’s the island’s answer."

"What do we do?" Stella whispered.

Lucy walked forward, naked and glowing, and reached for the orb.

It drifted into her hands, warm and weightless.

The moment she touched it, her eyes went wide.

Then she gasped.

And smiled.

"It’s... life," she said.

And the island trembled in approval.

The orb pulsed gently in Lucy’s hands, warm as breath, weightless as light, but heavy with meaning. The others gathered close, their glowing skin haloed in the mist, eyes fixed on that small sphere suspended in Lucy’s palms. She stared into it as though it whispered secrets only she could hear, her lips parted, her chest rising with soft, trembling breaths.

Rose, still on her knees, looked up at her. "What do you see?"

Lucy swallowed hard. "Everything."

Then she smiled.

The orb shimmered gold, then deepened to amber, then a pale violet. It beat in rhythm with the spiral still pulsing in the distance. When Jude stepped forward, the light leaned toward him like a sunflower finding the sun.