Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1670

Chapter 1670: Chapter 1670

Jude stepped onto it, and the roots wrapped gently around his legs, not trapping - cradling. The staff slid from his hand and floated in front of him. Then, without command, the chamber filled with warmth. With scent. With light.

One by one, the women came forward.

Not with seduction. With intention.

Lucy knelt at his feet, her fingers undoing the wrap around her hips. "Let us anchor you."

Sophie kissed his thigh, slow and worshipful. "Let us keep you."

Rose climbed onto his lap, straddling him, her breasts pressed to his chest. "Let us become you."

Zoey, Grace, Stella, Susan, Emma, Scarlet, Natalie, Delilah, Mae, Imani - they all circled, slowly removing what little remained between them and the moment. Their bodies gleamed with sweat and purpose. They were goddesses now. No longer followers of the spiral, but its source.

Jude wrapped his arms around Rose and buried himself in her, mouth to neck, heart to pulse. Their movements were slow. Intentional. Every motion was echoed by a shift in the cave. Crystals brightened. Roots stretched. Moss bloomed. Their joining was echoed by the island itself.

And then another joined.

And another.

Three. Four. Five.

His body was shared again, but not split. He became amplified. Their moans were harmonies. Their touches, invocations. They weren’t trying to take anything. They were building something new.

And at the moment he came - deep within Lucy, with Sophie’s mouth on his chest and Rose cradling his head - the throne pulsed once and shot a beam of golden light through the ceiling.

Outside, the sky opened.

Clouds spun in slow spirals.

Rain fell - not wet, not cold - but like silk, like memory, like dreamlight.

And when they collapsed into each other, tangled, dripping, gasping in silence, the throne held them all.

Jude’s voice cracked as he whispered, "We’re home."

And the island exhaled in joy.

The breath of the island lingered in the air like incense, rich and sacred, curling around their bare limbs as they lay entwined on the living throne. The roots that had cradled Jude’s legs now pulsed gently beneath all of them, shifting with their heartbeats, weaving moss and crystal into a cocoon of warmth. The golden light that had erupted from the throne faded into a low, steady glow that throbbed like a drum beneath their skin. Jude blinked slowly, his lashes heavy with sweat and stardust, his arms around Lucy and Rose, his legs tangled with Stella’s and Sophie’s.

None of them spoke for a long time. There was no need. The silence wasn’t empty - it was full. Thick with meaning, with shared breath and memory, with the soft ache of being thoroughly claimed and thoroughly claiming in return. Emma curled against his chest, one hand lazily tracing his collarbone while her lips brushed his neck. Grace’s head rested on his thigh, her smile half-formed and dreamy. Scarlet lay beside Zoey, their fingers intertwined across Jude’s knee.

The ceiling of the chamber flickered with a soft aurora, shifting colors that echoed the bond they had deepened. The island no longer watched. It listened. Listened to their breath, their thoughts, their dreams. Jude felt it inside him - this strange, tender certainty. The island wasn’t guiding them anymore. It was following.

Natalie stirred first, stretching like a cat, her skin shimmering where the throne’s moss cradled her spine. "It’s different now," she murmured, brushing her hair from her eyes. "I don’t mean the cave. I mean us."

Rose propped herself up on one elbow, her long hair cascading over Jude’s chest. "We’re past the crossing. This was the point of no return."

Sophie nodded, eyes sharp even as her voice remained soft. "I felt it when we all... when we came together like that. The throne accepted more than Jude. It accepted all of us."

"It made us one body," Susan said, voice distant, awed. "We’re not separate anymore. Not really."

"It’s strange," Emma whispered, "how right it feels. Like I’ve always belonged to each of you, not just to him."

Jude looked around slowly, meeting each of their gazes in turn. "So what now? What comes after the throne?"

Lucy sat up, her body bare and radiant, golden light still lingering between her thighs, along her collarbones. "The island waits. But it doesn’t command. It wants to know what we want."

The idea sent a quiet thrill through him. "And what do you want?"

Lucy leaned in and kissed him, deep and slow, her hands threading through his hair. When she pulled back, she whispered, "Everything."

Zoey laughed softly. "Well, that’s dangerous."

"Or divine," Stella said, her tone more serious. "We’re gods now, in a way. We’re not just responding to the island’s magic. We’re shaping it."

Scarlet tilted her head. "But what does a god do when they’ve been made?"

"Explore," Grace said.

"Test their power," Natalie added.

"Love," Emma whispered, brushing her lips to Jude’s jaw.

"Build," Rose finished.

The throne gently retracted beneath them, the moss flattening, the roots releasing their hold. They stood together slowly, limbs tired but loose, breath calm but expectant. The passage they had entered through was gone, sealed behind crystal and vine. But ahead, a new opening had appeared - a curved arch of flowering branches, glowing with soft violet light.

Without a word, they moved forward. Naked. Unashamed. Glowing.

The corridor beyond was warmer than the cave, lined with strange petals that opened as they passed, exhaling rich, dizzying scents that seemed to spark memories they hadn’t made yet. Jude brushed one of the flowers with his fingertips and gasped softly as a vision bloomed behind his eyes - Lucy, belly swollen with life, surrounded by laughter and sunlight.

He stumbled. Lucy caught him, her eyes wide. "You saw it too?"

He nodded. "You... were pregnant."

Her hand lifted to her abdomen instinctively. "I felt it."

Susan stepped closer, eyes wide. "So did I."

One by one, the others echoed it. They had all seen versions of the same vision - different women, different moments, but the same truth.