Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1671

Chapter 1671: Chapter 1671

One by one, the others echoed it. They had all seen versions of the same vision - different women, different moments, but the same truth. Life. Creation. Not just metaphor. Not just spiritual.

Real.

Zoey swallowed hard. "Is it possible?"

Stella reached for Jude’s hand, bringing it to her stomach. "The island isn’t just fertile. We are."

Rose’s lips curved in a knowing smile. "The seed was planted in the cradle. Watered in the spiral. And now it grows."

"But how?" Emma asked. "It’s not like we’ve had a normal... cycle... since we got here. Time’s been warped. The moon doesn’t even follow a pattern."

Sophie looked at Jude, her expression unreadable. "The island made him the root. It chose his body as the conduit. What if this - us - what if we’ve become a new kind of womb?"

A hush fell over them.

Jude’s heart pounded. "Are you saying you’re pregnant?"

Rose shook her head. "Not yet. But we could be. Not by accident. By choice."

Lucy touched her lips, her voice trembling. "We could create life here. Life born of magic and love and unity. Life not burdened by the world we left behind."

Susan smiled faintly. "Children who’ve never known hate. Or shame. Or loneliness."

Scarlet chuckled. "Raised by twelve mothers and a husband who glows in the dark. That’ll be something."

They laughed. It broke the tension like sunlight breaking through mist. The corridor opened into another chamber - round, domed, with a floor of water no deeper than their ankles. Floating lilies glowed beneath the surface, and above, vines descended like curtains, heavy with ripe, glowing fruit.

"It’s a garden," Zoey breathed.

"No," Natalie corrected, voice reverent. "It’s an invitation."

Rose stepped forward and reached up to pluck a glowing fruit. She held it for a moment, then turned to Jude. "This is how it begins."

He took it in both hands. Warm. Pulsing with potential. He looked at each of them again, and they all nodded.

He bit into it.

The sweetness flooded his senses - floral and warm, like sunlight and love and blood. He handed it next to Lucy, who took a bite, then passed it on. One by one, they all shared from it. When it was done, Rose took the seed from the core and pressed it into the water at her feet.

The lilies parted.

A ripple moved outward.

The water shimmered, and from beneath, something began to rise.

A shape.

A cradle.

Of living vines.

Empty.

Waiting.

Emma’s hand reached instinctively for Jude’s. "We’ve chosen," she whispered.

And the island bloomed around them again, golden blossoms falling like blessings from above.

The first heartbeat of their future echoed beneath their feet.

The cradle rose slowly from the shallow water, vines weaving themselves into a shape so intimate and instinctual that it pulled a gasp from Lucy’s lips. It wasn’t just a bed - it was a womb, a nest, a promise. Moss lined its hollow, soft and glowing faintly, and at its heart, where the fruit’s seed had been placed, a golden bud now pulsed like a heartbeat, faint but unmistakable. The women gathered around it silently, their skin kissed by light, their breath caught in their throats.

Jude stood motionless, one hand still wrapped in Emma’s, the other slowly reaching out toward the cradle. As his fingers brushed its rim, the bud flared brighter. The vines quivered, and a hush fell over the entire garden as if the island itself had paused to watch. The cradle wasn’t just for comfort or ceremony. It was sacred. It was alive. It knew.

Sophie knelt beside it first, her fingertips grazing the moss, her eyes wide and shimmering. "This place... it was waiting for us. For this."

Rose stepped forward, brushing her hair back. "We are no longer just women, and Jude is no longer just a man. This... this is the next threshold."

Stella crouched beside Sophie, her voice softer than usual. "But do we know what lies beyond it?"

Lucy turned to Jude, her hand on his back. "We don’t have to know. We just have to feel it."

He looked at her, at each of them, their bodies still glowing faintly from their joining, from the throne, from the fruit. Every moment with them felt like a heartbeat. Every choice now carried the weight of a new world. And as his eyes returned to the golden bud, he felt something shift - not just in the island, but in himself. A longing. A call. And beneath it, a need.

Zoey moved to his side, her voice a breath against his ear. "If this is our future, Jude... then maybe it’s time we choose which of us brings it forward first."

Grace let out a soft breath, her cheeks flushed. "I feel it too. Not just the possibility - but the readiness."

Emma’s fingers threaded through Jude’s. "We’re not racing. We’re not competing. We’re choosing. Together."

Susan stepped forward, eyes shining, and her voice broke slightly when she said, "We’ve shared everything. The pleasure. The pain. The light. The dark. Now let’s share this."

Rose’s gaze swept over the group, then settled on Lucy. "You were the first to open to him after the spiral. After the cave. Your body carries his light deeper than the rest."

Lucy’s breath caught. She looked to Jude, then to the others. "Do you want it to be me?"

Sophie stepped beside her and touched her arm gently. "We want it to be right. And if that’s you... then yes."

Stella nodded. "We’ll be with you every step. Every breath. No one is alone."

Jude stepped toward Lucy, cupping her face in both hands. "You don’t have to. Only if you want to."

Her smile was radiant. "I ache to."

They kissed, and the kiss was unlike any they’d shared before - full of intent, of weight, of creation. The garden pulsed with golden light. The cradle responded with a low, warm hum.

Then Rose stepped behind Lucy, her hands sliding down her arms, whispering, "Let us prepare you."