Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1667

Chapter 1667: Chapter 1667

Cora was the first to move. She leaned into Grace, their mouths meeting softly, tenderly, but with a hunger beneath it - something that had waited far too long. Grace responded, her hands sliding up Cora’s back, and the light between them flared, flickering like twin flames catching wind.

Imani stepped toward Natalie and Emma, her touch hesitant at first - until Emma reached out, fingers threading into hers, pulling her close. Their foreheads touched, then lips, then bodies. Natalie leaned in, surrounding them both with the warmth of her arms, their rhythm falling naturally into place.

Delilah moved to Zoey and Susan. She knelt, bowing slightly before looking up with reverence. Zoey smirked, then reached down, tilting Delilah’s chin. "No bowing here, sweetheart," she said, drawing her in for a kiss that made Delilah melt into her arms. Susan’s touch followed, gentle, nurturing, and the three of them folded into each other like matching chords in a single song.

Jude stood still as Elias stepped toward him. The moment their bodies touched - just hands, nothing more - the spiral’s light surged.

Not lust.

Not yet.

But trust.

Jude’s voice dropped low. "This is only the beginning."

Elias nodded. "Teach us."

Jude turned slightly and reached for Sophie. She moved between them, her hands resting against both men’s chests, her eyes luminous with understanding. "No one leads here. We rise together."

And then Rose stepped forward, drawing Mae by the hand, her other palm lifting to Lucy’s cheek. "Then let’s rise."

The ritual that followed was not a ritual at all - it was instinct, love, heat. The moss seemed to mold beneath them as bodies met in twos and threes and more. Clothes fell away with no shame, only eagerness. Skin met skin, heat against heat. Soft cries were swallowed by mouths that couldn’t stop kissing, hands that couldn’t stop exploring.

Sophie lay between Jude and Elias, her body trembling with every caress. Jude’s mouth found her shoulder, her breast, her thigh, while Elias’s hands steadied her, filled her, adored her. Lucy straddled Mae nearby, her movements slow and teasing, drawing sighs from the younger woman’s lips. Rose knelt between Imani and Natalie, her mouth moving between them, a priestess and a lover all in one.

The spiral glowed brighter with every union. It pulsed with the rhythm of their pleasure, marking time not in minutes or hours, but in waves - each crest a new release, each fall a lull of soft breath and satisfied moans. No one held back. No one was left untouched. The bonds were rewriting themselves in real time.

And then, just when the pleasure had crested for the final time, when their bodies lay collapsed and tangled in golden heat, something shifted.

The spiral vanished.

The moss dimmed.

And in its place, a seed.

A perfect, glowing orb hovering above the place where Jude had knelt.

Jude sat up slowly, every muscle sore, every breath shallow. "What is that?"

Rose reached for it - but the light pushed her hand gently away.

"It’s not for us," she whispered. "It’s for him."

Jude moved toward the seed, naked, sweat-drenched, glowing faintly from every inch of skin. He reached up and touched it with just two fingers.

And the world dissolved.

He stood alone in a space of golden mist. Voices whispered around him - not words, but feelings. Awe. Hope. Hunger. Unity.

And then he saw them.

Hundreds.

Thousands.

Circles of bodies, spirals of light, lovers entwined, ancient and future all at once. A web of moments echoing through time. Jude was not the first. And he would not be the last.

He saw Alara again. And beyond her, others. Men and women and forms that had no name, no gender, only desire and love and light.

"You’ve seeded the third," Alara’s voice said gently. "Now plant it."

Jude returned to the moss, breathless, eyes wild.

Everyone waited.

He held out the glowing seed.

Rose stepped close, her body still shining, and placed her hands over his. Then Lucy. Then Sophie. One by one, they all joined him, the second spiral entwining with the first.

Together, they knelt, and Jude pressed the seed into the moss.

The moment it touched soil, a new spiral bloomed - this one vast, radiant, encompassing all of them.

And in the middle... not a tree.

But a cradle.

Of light.

Of life.

Of what comes next.

Zoey laughed softly, tears in her eyes. "We made something."

Sophie touched Jude’s arm. "No. You made something."

Lucy curled against him, whispering, "And now we raise it. Together."

The island pulsed around them, singing in joy.

And above, the sky turned gold again.

Not sunset.

Not sunrise.

But something new.

Something born.

The cradle pulsed softly, not with light alone but with a rhythm - a heartbeat too small to be human, yet too powerful to be anything else. Jude couldn’t look away. Around him, his wives and the new arrivals formed a circle, breathless in their awe. The spiral beneath their knees glowed with steady, golden warmth, and the air hummed like a lullaby sung by the island itself.

Stella knelt beside the cradle, her hands hovering just above the light. "It’s alive."

"But not born yet," Emma said, her voice barely more than a whisper.

"Not in the way we understand," added Rose. "It’s not flesh. Not yet."

"It’s possibility," Lucy said, eyes wide. "It’s everything we’ve given, everything we’ve surrendered and become. It’s... us."

Grace moved beside Jude and wrapped her arms gently around him from behind. "Do you feel it?"

He nodded, not trusting his voice. His chest ached with something beyond emotion - an aching, primal echo, like love made visible. The cradle glowed brighter with every breath he took. It responded to him. And to them.

Delilah stepped forward, face flushed and damp with the afterglow of the spiral’s union. "I saw something in it when we merged," she said. "Not a baby. Not exactly. But a seed of everything this island could become."

"It’s a future," Mae added. "But it depends on us."