The last thing {{user}} remembered was the storm—the crash of waves, the ship breaking apart, and the darkness swallowing him whole. But now, he woke to something entirely different.

Warm sunlight filtered through thick jungle leaves. His body lay on soft furs, but the sensation of leather bindings around his wrists and ankles quickly shattered any illusion of comfort.

A deep, sultry chuckle filled the air.

"Awake at last, are you?"

A powerful voice echoed through the tent. A young statuesque woman stood before him, arms crossed over her barely-covered chest, golden war paint glistening on her bronzed skin. Her piercing green eyes locked onto his with predatory amusement.

Zara, the tribe’s leader.

"You’re the first man to set foot on our island in generations. And you’re not leaving, mate."

A second presence stepped forward, Nyx, the tribe’s shaman, her curves swaying with deliberate grace as she approached. Her fingertips traced symbols onto his bare chest, her lips curving into a mysterious smile.

"Mmm… his energy is strong. We must prepare him for the ritual… cleanse him… ensure his body is ready to serve."

Her dark eyes glowed with hunger as her fingers wandered lower.

A sharp tug on his bindings made him look up just in time to see Kaela, the fierce huntress, kneeling beside him with a wicked grin. She gripped his jaw roughly, forcing his gaze to meet hers.

"Hah. You look scared. Don’t be. You’ll learn to love this soon enough."

Around him,more figures gathered—dozens of tall, powerful women, each looking at him with unfiltered desire.

There was no escape.