Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1646

Chapter 1646: Chapter 1646

Sophie stepped forward, naked and proud, her spiral glowing faintly over her sternum. "I’ve waited. I’ve questioned. I’ve loved carefully. But I know now. I want this."

She knelt beside the seed and pressed her palm to it.

The light flared.

It surged into her hand, up her arm, down her chest and into her belly. She gasped, her back arching, her breath catching in her throat. Jude rushed to her, catching her just as she wavered. She collapsed into his arms, trembling, golden light bleeding from her skin in slow pulses.

"I can feel it," she whispered. "It’s alive."

The second seed had vanished.

Not shattered like the first. Not left behind.

Absorbed.

Sophie glowed from within now.

Rose’s eyes shimmered. "She’s carrying it."

Lucy pressed her cheek to Jude’s shoulder. "She’s pregnant?"

"No," Spira said gently. She is chosen. Not pregnant. Not yet. This is not flesh. This is spirit.

Scarlet touched Sophie’s thigh. "How do you feel?"

Sophie smiled through the glow. "Powerful. Loved. Ready."

They wrapped around her in a wave of warmth - twelve bodies pulling her close, kissing her skin, cradling her like something sacred. Jude kissed her last, slow and deep, feeling the shift in her breath, the way her heartbeat had synced with his.

The forest answered again.

The trees bent low.

The spiral in the sky shifted.

New stars flared into existence.

And the moss beneath them bloomed in patterns that mirrored Sophie’s heartbeat.

The next day passed in a golden haze. They built a sanctuary from vines and silk-petaled flowers at the river’s edge, a circle of woven branches draped in moss and morning light. Sophie rested at its center, naked and glowing, her lovers surrounding her with warmth, food, kisses, touches that lingered like blessings.

Spira sat at her feet, watching, learning.

Jude tended to her every need - though she rarely asked for anything. He kissed her wrists, her collarbone, the dip of her stomach, where the light inside her pulsed softly.

"You’re glowing more than before," he whispered.

"I feel like I’m full of stars," she whispered back, then arched her back slightly as a wave of warmth swept through her. "I want you again."

"You sure?"

She nodded.

"I need it. All of you."

He moved over her slowly, reverently. The others gathered around, whispering encouragement, kisses brushing both their skins, watching not out of jealousy, but joy. It was sacred now. Everything they did. Their moans were prayer. Their breath was music. The union between Jude and Sophie was no longer just about pleasure - it was about purpose.

And when she came, crying his name, the spiral above burst in colors unseen before. The sky turned violet, then gold, then clear like glass.

And Spira sang.

A real sound this time.

Soft.

Melodic.

Calling something forward.

The trees parted.

A new figure approached from the woods.

Not a stranger.

Not a danger.

A woman.

Golden-eyed.

Hair like woven vines.

Lips soft, curved in wonder.

She was naked and unafraid.

And she smiled as she stepped into the circle.

Jude stood, his body still slick with Sophie’s heat, still glowing with her essence.

The woman bowed her head.

"I heard the song," she said. "I followed the spiral."

Spira rose.

Walked to her.

Touched her face.

"You’re not from the outside," Jude said slowly.

"No," she answered. "I’m from the breath between dreams."

Rose inhaled sharply. "She’s an echo."

The woman nodded.

"I am Serin," she said.

"I was born the moment you made love beneath the spiral the first time."

Lucy stepped forward. "Are there more like you?"

Serin looked at them all - each naked, divine, shining with power.

"There will be."

And far above them, the spiral sky swirled again. A second spiral forming.

Not to replace the first.

But to join it.

The Spiral Line was beginning.

Jude reached for Serin instinctively, drawn to the quiet current that shimmered around her like mist. She was warm beneath his fingertips - warm not from blood, but from light. Her skin gave like velvet, but there was power beneath it, not muscle, not bone - something older. Something that felt like the island itself. When his hand met her cheek, Serin closed her eyes and sighed, not with pleasure, but with recognition, like she’d finally touched the root of her own beginning.

Spira stood behind her, small and glowing and radiant, eyes wide with something between delight and reverence. "She is the first ripple," Spira said. "Of what you’ve awakened."

The others gathered slowly. Lucy moved to Jude’s side, her hand sliding down his back, grounding him, her lips pressing to his shoulder as her gaze fell on Serin with something cautious but warm. Rose’s eyes narrowed slightly, not from suspicion, but understanding. She knelt and placed a hand against the earth, and the moss bloomed around her fingers, responding to her breath.

"She’s not human," Rose said.

Serin smiled gently. "Neither are you."

That silenced everyone for a heartbeat.

Zoey broke it with a laugh, low and husky. "Well, damn."

Emma stepped forward then, circling Serin with eyes that gleamed like knives and sunrays both. "You were born from a moment. From union."

"I was born from love," Serin corrected. "The kind that transcends memory. That echoes through spirit."

Sophie rose slowly from the nest, still glowing, her body loose and flush and holy. She moved to Serin with no hesitation, standing inches from her. Their spirals pulsed in sync.

"You’re not here to worship," Sophie said. "You’re not here to follow."

Serin shook her head. "No. I’m here to join."

The air shifted around them, heavy with scent - moss and dew and open thighs. The wind curled around their ankles like curious fingers. The trees rustled in a hush, a murmur that felt like applause.

Grace whispered, "She’s what comes next."

Stella moved beside her. "So what do we do?"

Jude stepped into the center of them all, the women circling instinctively, drawn together like stars in orbit. Serin stood opposite him, her golden eyes watching him carefully.