Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women
Chapter 1672

Chapter 1672: Chapter 1672

They moved as one body. The circle formed again - not in passion this time, but in devotion. The vines lifted slightly, opening like petals to receive her. Lucy lay down in the cradle, her skin glowing, her breath steady. The moss rose to cradle her body in gentle softness. She looked up at Jude, her legs parted slightly, her arms reaching for him.

Jude’s knees trembled.

Zoey took his hand, led him forward.

"Make her bloom," she whispered.

He climbed into the cradle, the vines adjusting to accommodate him. The warmth between Lucy’s thighs called to him like gravity, like fire. He positioned himself above her, her legs wrapping around his waist, and the others knelt around them, hands reaching in to touch Lucy’s shoulders, her hips, her hair - connecting, steadying, loving.

He entered her slowly, reverently. She gasped softly, her back arching, her fingers gripping his arms. The moment they were joined, the cradle responded, glowing brighter, vines pulsing with golden light. The bud at the base of the nest began to unfold, petals unfurling with each thrust, with each sigh. Lucy’s eyes locked on Jude’s, full of heat and tenderness.

"I’m ready," she whispered.

Jude kissed her, and the rhythm deepened. Around them, the others began to hum softly, the same low tone that the throne had taught them, a melody of life, of binding, of trust. Their hands guided the movement, their touch sacred.

Lucy’s body began to tremble. Not with orgasm - though that too - but with something deeper, more primal. Her glow intensified, golden tendrils stretching from her fingertips to the moss. The petals of the golden flower below bloomed completely now, releasing a fine mist that sparkled in the light.

When she came, it wasn’t a scream. It was a sob - raw and beautiful, her voice cracking like something holy had burst open inside her. Jude followed seconds later, his whole body locking, releasing, anchoring.

The cradle flared.

A beam of golden light burst upward, shooting through the garden’s canopy, out into the sky. The vines shook. The petals shimmered. And then everything stilled.

Jude collapsed against Lucy, their bodies slick and glowing. The others leaned in, kissing her, kissing him, whispering words of love.

When he finally pulled away, Lucy’s eyes were wide and dazed, her hand resting on her stomach.

Rose leaned down beside her. "Do you feel it?"

Tears slid down Lucy’s cheeks.

"Yes."

The garden exhaled. The vines around the cradle pulled tighter, warmer, holding Lucy like she was now the island’s most sacred treasure.

Susan kissed Lucy’s temple. "You’re the beginning."

Natalie smiled through her tears. "You’re the mother of the golden age."

And as Jude stepped back, the glow from Lucy’s belly pulsing gently beneath her skin, he knew something irreversible had happened.

Not because they had created life.

But because the island had accepted it.

The balance had shifted.

And now, the future had a heartbeat.

The heartbeat echoed through the garden, soft and sure, pulsing beneath the moss, resonating in the very bones of the trees. The golden flower beneath Lucy continued to shimmer with light, its petals glowing as if drawing energy from her breath, her warmth, her essence. Jude knelt beside her, brushing a damp strand of hair from her forehead, his thumb tracing the corner of her lips as she smiled up at him - peaceful, radiant, changed.

The others remained close, their hands still resting lightly on her body, their eyes locked on the gentle rise and fall of her chest. They didn’t speak, didn’t need to. Everything that needed to be said was in the rhythm of her breathing, the light pulsing from within her. A bond had been forged - not just between Jude and Lucy, but through all of them. Something ancient, unbreakable.

Emma was the first to step back, her expression unreadable. She glanced at the sky - now tinted with rose gold and lavender - and then at Jude, her jaw set. "We need to protect this place."

Zoey nodded, arms crossed over her chest. "No one else gets near her. Not until we understand what this means."

"We know what it means," Rose said softly, rising to her feet. "The island gave us a sign. It gave us a path. This is what comes after union. After surrender."

Grace moved to Lucy’s side and stroked her belly with slow, reverent fingers. "She carries more than just life now."

Natalie looked at Jude, her voice trembling. "Will it be like the dream?"

He shook his head slowly. "No... this feels different. This feels real."

"It is real," Lucy whispered, voice soft but strong. "It’s not just mine. It’s all of ours."

Stella tilted her head. "Do you think this is what Alara meant? That we were chosen to be the first?"

Rose’s gaze sharpened, her golden eyes flashing. "Alara was the first who chose. We are the first to change. This... this is evolution. And we are part of it now."

Lucy sat up slowly, supported by Jude and Sophie. The cradle seemed to hum beneath her, vines gently curling around her back like supportive hands. "I feel it inside me. Not just life, not just a spark. It’s like... the island is moving through me now."

Sophie’s expression softened. "Then we should follow where it leads."

Jude helped Lucy to her feet. The moment she rose, the golden flower at the heart of the cradle began to fade, folding its petals back in, shrinking down to a small glowing seed nestled in the moss. The vines recoiled slightly, and the cradle shifted - no longer a nest, but a pedestal. The garden had transformed once more.

Lucy stepped down, barefoot, glowing. The moment her feet touched the moss, small blossoms opened in her wake - pale white with golden centers, like stardust on petals.

Stella gasped. "She’s marking the ground."

"It’s blessing her," Zoey corrected, her voice hushed with awe. "Or maybe the other way around."

Susan stepped forward, reaching for Lucy’s hand. "You shouldn’t walk alone."