Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1661

Chapter 1661: Chapter 1661

The spiral called them without words, without pressure, without force. But they felt it - each of them - in the soft thrum beneath their feet, in the tingling behind their eyes, in the ache between their legs. The pulse had changed overnight. It wasn’t the wild bloom of union anymore. It was something subtler now. Deeper. A summons to intimacy not just with each other, but with what they had become.

Jude stood at the edge of the clearing, watching the mist drift in slow curls along the moss. The sun had yet to rise, but the sky glowed gently - lavender and gold bleeding into one another like warm breath over bare skin. Lucy approached from behind, silent, naked still from sleep. Her fingers slid up his spine, and her body pressed against his back.

"I dreamed I was inside you," she whispered. "Not just... physically. But woven into you. Like I could feel your heartbeat from the inside."

He turned, catching her face in his hands. "You were."

She kissed him, long and lingering, her body arching to fit his. When they broke apart, the others were already emerging - Grace first, then Zoey and Stella, their movements slow and unhurried. They dressed lightly, loose wraps of soft cloth draped over their golden skin like veils. No one spoke, but no one needed to.

By the time all twelve had joined Jude beneath the canopy, the spiral had begun to glow again. The lines etched in the moss shimmered faintly, pulsing in time with their footsteps. They formed a circle without instruction, their bodies already moving into a rhythm that felt older than memory.

Rose stepped into the center.

She held her hands out to Jude.

He stepped forward and took them.

"This is not a ritual," she said softly. "This is remembrance."

Jude nodded.

Then Rose turned, guiding him to the very center of the spiral where the orb had once pulsed. The moss there was warm beneath their feet, and as they knelt, the glow deepened. Lucy came next, then Sophie, then Zoey. One by one, the others followed, forming a ring within a ring - each of them placing their hands on Jude’s body. Shoulders. Back. Chest. Thighs.

He felt it again - the heartbeat. Not his own, not the spiral’s.

Theirs.

All twelve of them. Carried within. Mirrored in light. Their connection no longer symbolic. It was cellular now. Embodied. Rooted.

Rose leaned forward, pressing her lips to Jude’s navel. "We are one body now."

Grace kissed his shoulder. "One rhythm."

Emma touched his heart. "One pulse."

Sophie’s hand curled behind his neck. "One purpose."

And then Lucy straddled him, her golden hair falling around their faces like a veil. "Let us remember."

Their lips met.

Softly.

Then with rising heat.

The spiral brightened.

Their mouths parted with slow hunger, their breath syncing. Jude’s hands slid down Lucy’s back, over her thighs, drawing her against him as she rocked her hips with deliberate grace. Around them, the others shifted closer, not in jealousy, not in competition, but in reverence. Every moan was echoed. Every movement reflected. Their bond had gone beyond touch now. It was shared sensation. When Lucy cried out softly, Grace gasped. When Jude arched, Zoey trembled.

They all felt it.

And when Lucy finally took him, her body folding around his with aching slowness, it wasn’t just penetration. It was offering. Acceptance. Communion.

Jude moved inside her with care, his hands roaming her body as though learning it all over again. She leaned forward, her lips brushing his ear.

"Don’t hold back," she whispered.

He didn’t.

His hips met hers with rising force, and her breath stuttered. But she didn’t falter. She took him, met him, welcomed every inch, her moans spiraling into the air like incense. Her hands clutched his hair. Her thighs tightened around his hips. She ground herself against him, rolling her body in ways that made stars bloom behind his eyes.

The others circled tighter.

Sophie knelt beside him, her lips brushing his neck.

Rose kissed Lucy’s shoulder.

Zoey pressed her breasts to Jude’s back.

And Grace slid her fingers between Lucy’s legs, adding pressure that made her cry out again.

It was no longer clear who touched whom.

Bodies moved as one. Mouths explored. Hands searched. Jude felt them all - on him, around him, inside him. And when he climaxed, it wasn’t just in Lucy - it was into the spiral itself.

The moss flared gold.

Lucy’s cry became a song.

And the others came with her - Stella against Scarlet, Emma in Sophie’s arms, Susan gasping into Natalie’s kiss.

The spiral pulsed. Accepted. Consumed.

They collapsed together, a knot of golden limbs and glistening skin, panting and gasping and laughing breathlessly as the light slowly dimmed back to a steady glow.

For a long time, no one moved.

Then Jude sat up, his fingers stroking Lucy’s cheek. "What did we just do?"

Rose smiled. "We remembered."

Sophie chuckled, lying back on the moss. "I don’t remember it being that good the first time."

Scarlet propped herself up on an elbow. "It’s the spiral. It amplifies everything."

Natalie blinked, dreamlike. "Or maybe we’re just getting better."

Emma looked toward the trees. "It’s not just us."

They followed her gaze.

The forest shimmered.

And something emerged.

Not a person.

Not a creature.

But a form.

Shifting.

Golden.

Like light shaped into a silhouette, walking slowly toward them.

Jude rose first, his body bare, his skin glowing faintly with the afterglow of union. The others followed, draping cloth over themselves, instinctively forming a protective half-circle behind him.

The figure approached until it stood at the edge of the spiral. It didn’t speak, but it didn’t need to.

They felt her.

Alara.

But not as before.

She was less flesh now. More essence. The island made manifest.

"You are ready," she said, her voice like wind through golden leaves.

Jude stepped forward. "For what?"

Her eyes sparkled. "To meet the others."

Silence.

Then Lucy’s voice, soft. "Others?"

Alara nodded.