Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1659

Chapter 1659: Chapter 1659

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.

He reached out instinctively, brushing his fingers along the edge of the orb. It responded with a surge of heat that raced up his arm and bloomed in his chest.

"Oh," he breathed.

Lucy pressed it gently into his hands, and as he held it, the entire clearing seemed to hush. Even the flower behind him stopped moving. The forest listened.

The orb pulsed brighter now, like it recognized him fully.

"It’s alive," Jude whispered.

"No," Rose said softly as she rose to her feet. "It’s more than that. It’s possibility."

Sophie stepped forward, her arms crossed, still skeptical, but her gaze fixed. "What kind of possibility?"

Lucy moved to Jude’s side, one hand on his shoulder. "It’s a seed," she said. "A seed of the island, but also of us."

Emma stepped around the group slowly, her expression shifting from curiosity to awe. "Are we supposed to plant it?"

"No," Natalie said quietly. "We’re supposed to carry it."

Jude turned, holding the orb close to his chest. "It’s part of us now."

The orb dimmed slightly, as though it agreed.

Zoey tilted her head. "So what happens next?"

Jude’s body tingled with a sudden wave of knowing - not a memory, not a voice, but something clearer than thought. It wasn’t an instruction. It was a feeling. A direction.

"We go back," he said. "Back to the heartstone."

Scarlet raised a brow. "Why? Isn’t this the end?"

Rose shook her head. "It’s never the end. The spiral turns. The seed grows. This was awakening... but now we take it into the world we made."

The wives looked to each other, then to Jude. He didn’t command. He didn’t need to. He simply turned and began walking. They followed.

The journey back was silent, but not empty. The island around them pulsed with quiet wonder. Flowers bent in greeting. Trees leaned toward their path. Even the air felt softer, thicker with promise. The orb pulsed gently in Jude’s hands, its glow steady now, cradled between his palms like something sacred.

When they reached the spiral platform again, it had changed. It had deepened, expanded. Now it wasn’t just a platform - it was a basin, carved by unseen hands, its edges lined with softly glowing vines. In the center, the spiral symbol now floated above the moss, three feet off the ground, turning slowly like a galaxy in bloom.

Jude stepped to the edge, the others forming a ring around him.

"What now?" Emma asked softly.

The orb answered.

It floated from Jude’s hands of its own will, hovering into the air. It moved to the spiral’s center and nestled within it. The light burst outward, not blinding this time, but warm. Embracing.

And something shifted.

They all felt it.

In their bones.

In their hearts.

In their desire.

The spiral turned faster. The vines around the basin pulsed like veins. The trees surrounding them hummed low and slow, like a song only lovers could hear.

Lucy gasped.

Then fell to her knees.

One by one, they followed. Not from weakness, but from awe. From connection.

And then it came.

A wave of energy, soft and slow at first, like fingers brushing the skin. Then firmer. Deeper. Like breath filling lungs after too long underwater. The spiral pulsed into them - not into their minds, but into their bodies. Into their flesh. Their blood. Their hunger.

It didn’t ask.

It joined.

Desire flared between them again, not sudden this time, but deliberate. Natural. Jude looked to Rose, who nodded, her eyes already molten.

Lucy crawled to him first. Her lips met his chest, her hands sliding around his waist. Zoey pressed behind her, her mouth finding the curve of Lucy’s neck. Grace knelt beside them, fingers threading into Jude’s hair as she kissed him slowly, deeply. Natalie lay down beneath him, arms open, thighs parted.

Sophie and Emma moved together, twin flames circling, touching, kissing. Stella found Susan, their lips meeting with slow, aching hunger. Scarlet pressed herself to Jude’s back, her hands smoothing along his ribs, her breath hot against his ear.

The spiral became their rhythm.

Their heat.

Their song.

Bodies met, breath tangled, sweat mingled with gold dust. Every touch sparked a ripple across the spiral. Every thrust, every moan, every climax fed the orb, which pulsed brighter, hotter, more alive with every union.

Jude claimed each of them in turn.

And they claimed him.

It wasn’t chaos - it was ritual. The same rhythm they’d shared under the blooming tree, in the glowing pool, on the moss and cliffs, now returned with deeper purpose. Each wife took her place in the spiral, pressing into him, around him, with open mouths and shaking thighs, surrendering to him and to each other.

Lucy came again, her cry echoing into the trees.

Zoey followed, gasping against his chest.

Grace, with her hands gripping Jude’s hips.

Natalie, arching beneath his tongue.

Stella and Scarlet, moaning into each other’s mouths.

Susan, quiet and breathless, her body trembling.

Sophie, fierce, gripping his face as she rode him slow.

Emma, with tears in her eyes and love in every thrust.

Rose, last.

She took him with reverence, her thighs straddling him, her body already trembling, her mouth pressed to his ear.

"We are one now," she whispered as he entered her.

And when they came together, the orb exploded.

Not in destruction.

But in birth.

Golden light shot skyward, a beacon, a flare.

And from it came something new.

It wasn’t a voice, but it spoke.

It wasn’t a hand, but it touched.

Each of them felt it.

In their wombs.

In their blood.

In their love.

A seed had been planted.

Not just in the spiral.

But in them.

And as they lay together in a final, glowing tangle, bodies warm, hearts full, the spiral began to slow.

The island sighed.

And night fell.

Not darkness.

But peace.