Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1668

Chapter 1668: Chapter 1668

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."

Jude reached out slowly, letting his fingers graze the air just above the cradle. A wave of warmth surged through his arm and into his chest, spreading down to his legs, grounding him to the moss. It wasn’t pain. It was truth. The kind that changed you.

He looked up at the others. "This is why we were called."

Sophie’s brows furrowed. "You mean for this?"

"For each other," Jude said. "For this moment. For everything that’s coming."

The spiral shimmered again. Then, slowly, the golden light began to pull inward. It flowed from their skin, their breath, their sweat-slick bodies, gently drawn toward the cradle - not draining them, but borrowing. A communion. A request.

And they gave.

They offered not just their warmth and energy, but their memories, their love, the rhythms of their shared nights and sun-drenched mornings, the sound of whispered names in the dark. It all went into the light.

The seed inside the cradle pulsed harder now. Thicker. Brighter. Almost... forming.

Then Jude saw it.

A figure - not quite solid - rising within the light. Not a baby. Not a child. Not even a person.

A presence.

It had his eyes.

Lucy’s warmth.

Rose’s hunger.

Sophie’s fierce fire.

Grace’s calm.

Zoey’s wild edge.

It was all of them and none of them, swirling, shifting, gathering strength.

"It’s becoming real," Emma whispered.

"And when it’s ready?" Elias asked, voice tinged with fear and awe.

"Then we follow it," Rose said. "Just like we followed the spiral. Just like we followed each other."

Scarlet moved toward the cradle, kneeling and placing both palms flat to the moss. "It’s beautiful," she whispered. "But it needs more."

"More what?" asked Imani.

"More love," Scarlet said, her eyes shimmering with tears. "More surrender."

Zoey let out a soft laugh, the sound laced with heat. "Then maybe we need to give it more of what created it."

A silence fell across the clearing. Not hesitation. Anticipation.

Jude looked around the circle. Eyes met his. One by one, they understood.

This was not over.

This was only the first joining.

He stepped back, letting his body fall gently into the moss, arms open. The spiral flared beneath him, wrapping golden light around his limbs, his chest, his throat. Lucy knelt beside him first, lowering herself across his chest, her kiss slow and reverent.

"I want to feel the next dream," she whispered.

Sophie joined next, her hands already roaming Lucy’s back as she slid down Jude’s side, her lips finding his throat. Her body was fire and command and something ancient, and he yielded to her gladly.

Rose straddled his legs, her hair wild, her smile soft. "Let’s give it everything," she said.

The others formed a circle around them. Clothes were gone - shed like fear. Bodies brushed and pressed and moaned. The spiral was their altar. The cradle their witness. And every gasp, every arch, every tangle of lips and limbs, fed the light.

Elias knelt beside Stella and Grace, his hands threading through their hair as they drew him down. Their pleasure was sacred now. Each movement intentional. Each union a prayer.

Jude lost track of time, of sequence, of who touched whom. All he felt was connection. Mouths on his skin. Heat rolling through him. Nails down his spine. Kisses between his thighs. His body belonged to them all, and theirs to him. Each climax was met not with cries but with light. The cradle pulsed harder with each wave.

Mae kissed Zoey like she was drowning in her. Delilah rode Emma slowly, reverently, both glowing brighter with every thrust. Imani pressed Natalie against the spiral, their bodies swaying like trees in wind. The moss rippled beneath them, alive, sentient, responding to each movement with pleasure of its own.

And still, the light grew.

Jude came again - he wasn’t sure how many times - his hands gripping Rose’s hips, Lucy’s hair wrapped around his fingers, Sophie’s tongue sliding along his chest. He shook with it, sobbed into it, and the spiral took it all, turning ecstasy into creation.

Eventually, they all lay spent and glistening, a single mass of tangled limbs, heartbeats in sync. The light from the cradle had grown steady, no longer pulsing wildly but shining like a miniature sun, calm and radiant.

Then the figure stepped out.

They all watched, stunned, as the shape emerged from the cradle - not fully solid, not yet human, but glowing, radiant, undeniably alive. It walked like light walks. It moved like a dream.

It didn’t speak.

It didn’t need to.

It bowed its head to them.

And they understood.

They were not alone.

They had created not a being, but a bond.

A new rhythm.

A soul for the island itself.

Jude stood first, his body aching but whole. He stepped toward the figure and held out his hand.

The being reached back and touched him.

And the moment their fingers met, the island sighed.

Trees bowed low.

Winds hushed.

The sea fell silent.

And in that stillness, the island spoke - not in words, but in knowing.

You have begun.

You are the first.

But now there will be many.

And you will guide them.

Together.

The being faded gently, not into death, but into air - into light. Into the moss, the trees, the sky. It became everywhere.

The cradle dimmed.

And Jude turned back to the others, his voice ragged but strong.

"It’s done," he said.

Rose stood, her body gleaming. "No. It’s started."

Lucy took his hand.

And they all gathered close, wrapping around him once more - not just lovers now, but something greater.

The keepers of the third spiral.

And as the stars appeared above, golden and endless, they knew the dream wasn’t fading.

It was just beginning.