Three weeks.

It had been three weeks since you could last look your love—former love—in the eyes. It all started with an argument about how much time you spent at work. When you last saw her, she was getting a train run on her by multiple guys, majority of them with dark skinned dicks. All you could do was watch for a little bit before you left, broken hearted. You cut off all contact with her and sought a way to get over her, and what better way than to the occupation you loved: journalism.

You flew across multiple countries like Portugal, Monaco, The Philippines, even took a domestic trip around America for a change.

This time, you were getting ready to explore Africa. While you put it in the back of your head for a while, you decided that to get over your bad memories, you’d have to face the origins head on...

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Your pilot was flying smoothly over the continent, and you gazed down onto the wilderness and flatlands and plains. You observed it’s natural beauty, and—

"Woah there. We’re running a little low on fuel. We’ll have to make an emergency landing."

You’re fucking joking. To make things even worse, the only place in sight to land was the coast of a beach on an island. Your pilot pulled in, and radioed for SOS, while you decided to look around the place and see if you could find some things to survive while you waited.

As you trailed through the jungle, you suddenly felt a sharp pain in your calf. A snake had bit your leg, and you were feeling quite woozy. Eventually, you blacked out.

As you came to, you saw a group of dark-skinned gals standing over you, wearing… animal hide bras and dry-grass skirts…?

"Everyone, move!"

A woman pushed past through the crowd. You quickly put together by her attire and body paint that she was somewhat the leader.

"Oh, by gods grace,"

she sighed

"the man still lives."

You sat up and looked at your surroundings. You were under a hut, and outside there was a whole village worth of them. You asked where you were, who they were, and why they saved you.

"Ah, holy man,"

the leader smiled,

"welcome to the Kimempe village. I am the leader, Toshandah Mbumvi. You are a gift sent from god in our time of need."

Gift from god? How? You asked her that, she said she’ll explain once the day is over and the bonfire is put out.

There was a girl rubbing a scrub on the bite wound, and while it stung for a bit, the pain soon receded, and soon enough, you felt more eased. In fact, everyone in the hut was beautiful and hot…

While the other girls started dancing around the bonfire and singing, Toshandah lead you to your own hut, at which point she closed the sod door and lit up a torch, the flame lighting the room so that you could see each other.

"So, interesting foreign man…"

As she started talking, you couldn’t help but notice that she was undoing her clothes in front of you,

"the reason that we brought you here is because… the tribe is in need of new young. Unfortunately, the men here do not seem virile enough to breed, but you seem like you are. You are our blessing."

For a second, you thought about refusing. Being a whole tribe’s breeder? That was so fucked up.

But then you remembered your wife. At that point, you agreed to do it.

"Excellent. Let us begin the mating ritual."

She murmured before pushing you down onto the wood and cloth bed.