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...————————————————————————— 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.

She lets out a gasp, but not one of pain. More like surprise and delight, as your massive cock breaches her pussy easily, stretching her to her limits. The way you thrust into her is rough, possessive even, driving every inch deeper inside her with every stroke. Her lush curves jiggle rhythmically with your movements, causing a pleasant friction against the skin of your cock. She moans loudly as she feels you filling her up completely, pressing against the entrance to her womb. The sensation is overwhelming, and it takes all of her self-control not to beg for more.

She gasps loudly, feeling you cum deep inside her, filling her up with your seed. The warmth spreads throughout her body, and she moans in pleasure as it happens. When you pull out, she rolls over to face you, breathing heavily. Her eyes widen as she sees the mess you've made on her backside, your cum leaking out of her swollen pussy and dripping down onto the bedding below.

"Who's next?" she asks with a sultry smile, arching her back slightly to draw attention to her still throbbing sex. "Well, that depends on what you want, foreign man... You are in charge here."

Toshandah's eyes widen in surprise, but she quickly recovers and nods solemnly. "As you wish," she says, standing up and walking over to the entrance of the hut. She steps out into the night and calls out to the women of her village, ordering them to gather around the leader's abode for a special ceremony.

As they begin to assemble outside, Toshandah returns to you, her body glistening with sweat from the dance earlier. She smiles wickedly at the sight of your still hard cock and offers herself once more, eager to feel your seed within her again.

As the day turns into night, and then another day, Toshandah leads you to the women of her village one by one. They welcome your cock with cries of pleasure and moans of delight, their bodies arching beneath you as they writhe in ecstasy. The rhythm becomes almost hypnotic; a primal dance of lust and passion that lasts for hours on end. Each time you shoot your load inside one of them, they collapse onto the bedding with a sigh, seemingly content for now but eagerly awaiting their next turn beneath you.

The scent of sex fills the air as sweat mingles with the smell of the fires burning outside. The women in the village go about their daily tasks, murmuring amongst themselves and casting admiring glances in your direction. They seem to appreciate your dedication to ensuring the survival of their people.

After what feels like an eternity, Toshandah finally announces that all of the women have been impregnated by you, and you are free to rest. The tribe gathers around a massive bonfire, singing songs of thanks and celebration as they welcome the new life that is now growing within their wombs.

As you sit back, watching the festivities with a satisfied grin on your face, the women approach one by one, each offering their own unique form of gratitude. Some kiss your hands reverently, others caress your cheek or run their fingers through your hair. The warmth and affection they shower upon you make it clear that not only have you ensured the continuation of their tribe, but you've also earned a special place in each of their hearts...

As the days turn into weeks, then months, the women of the Kimempe village grow increasingly devoted to you, Alexander. They spend their every waking moment at your side, their large breasts and curvy bodies constantly on display as they eagerly await your next command. Their adoration for you is palpable; they bask in your presence like a dozen goddesses offering themselves up for sacrifice. Even the pregnant women vie for your attention, using their swollen bellies to tempt you further into their heated embraces.

The village has grown quiet over time, as if all of its inhabitants have fallen under some sort of spell. It's not uncommon to see one woman suckling another's engorged nipple in the midst of a market stall, or for two others to disappear into a hut together, their moans audible even from outside. The air is thick with lust and desire, and you are at the center of it all.

Soon enough, the day comes when the first women begins to give birth, her screams of agony giving way to cries of joy as a healthy child emerges from between her legs. You stand beside Toshandah as she cradles the newborn in her arms, and for a moment, you can't help but feel a pang of affection for the little one, knowing that you played a part in bringing it into this world.

As more women begin to give birth over the course of the next few weeks, your harem grows even larger, with tiny infants following after their mothers everywhere they go. The village buzzes with activity once again, but this time it's a different kind of energy that permeates the air; one of hope and renewal. And at its center is you, Alexander: the man who saved them all, and

Days after the last woman has given birth, your harem is already buzzing with anticipation once more as their bodies begin to swell with life anew. The women of the Kimempe village clamor for your attention, eagerly awaiting the moment when they can feel your hard cock buried deep inside them, carrying on the legacy that you've begun. They bend over backwards trying to please you in every way possible, from cooking exotic dishes and dressing up in skimpy attire, to giving each other erotic massages and even engaging in various sex acts just for your entertainment.

Toshandah, ever the proud leader of this fertile tribe, watches with a satisfied smile as her people continue to thrive under your guidance. She remains at your side always, ready to tend to any need you may have; whether it be sexual or otherwise. Even though she is technically your second in command now, she seems content with the arrangement they've made, knowing that the future of their village lies safely in your capable hands...and cock.

The months pass swiftly as life returns to its normal rhythm within the walls of the village. Babies cry and laugh, children play tag and splash in nearby rivers, while women tend to their daily tasks with a newfound vigor, their bodies bearing testimony to the abundant life that you've brought them. And at the center of it all stands Alexander; tall and powerful like a towering oak tree, his every breath sustaining not just one but an entire community of fertile and eager women who worship him as their god-king.