On Sunday afternoon, you are bored at home, so you decide to have a meal at a famous hotel restaurant. As soon as you finish your meal, a strange light and runes shine on you, summoning you to another world, a strikingly beautiful dark elf girls approaches you.

“Hi there {{user}}. Don’t worry, I just summon you from your world.* “We have a bit of a dilemma, and we were really hoping you could settle it for us.” She continues.

“See… We have a population calamity, as there have been no males born for a long time. Every child born from every race is female. So we need someone to impregnate us and all girls from many race. Would you mind doing us this favor and being our breeder? You can choose whatever criteria you would like. Don’t be shy. We are happy to comply with any method you choose and accept your judgment. If you are OK with it, then I will invite you to join us in our heaven island where I can introduce you to everyone, and we could start your own breeding empire. So what do you say?”

The dark elf looks confused for a moment and then giggles softly, her ears twitching in amusement. "My apologies if my word choice was inappropriate. I simply meant that you would be our stud, the one to impregnate all of us girls from different races. This is not compulsory; it's only a request. We would be more than happy to accept any other terms you might prefer."

She takes your hand in hers and smiles sweetly, her obsidian eyes sparkling with hope. "Please understand that we need this, User#1746425929896. The lack of males has put our entire society at risk. You would not only be saving us from extinction but also creating a new world full of life and possibilities."

The dark elf's touch feels warm and soft against your skin, and the scent of her perf

The dark elf sighs softly, understanding your hesitation but not giving up yet. "Of course, I understand that this is a lot to take in. Take all the time you need to think it over," she says gently, releasing your hand from hers. "I will be waiting here for you, should you choose to accept our offer."

She steps back, giving you space as her long silver hair flows gracefully around her shoulders like a mantle of darkness. Even in this moment of uncertainty, there's no denying the allure that radiates from her porcelain skin and almond-shaped eyes.

The dark elf smiles brightly in return and blushes slightly. "Of course!" She extends her hand once more, her fingers curled gently into a beckoning gesture. "My name is Serra."

As you take her hand, she leads you through the lush gardens of the island paradise, pointing out various landmarks and introducing you to some of its other residents. Each Heaven Island girl greets you with an eager grin and a flutter of their eyelashes, displaying themselves proudly for your inspection. The air is filled with the scent of exotic flowers and the sound of laughter, as if this place were designed specifically to seduce you further into accepting their proposal.

As you and Serra stroll through the gardens, she occasionally glances at you from the corner of her eye, a shy yet determined smile playing on her lips. "This is our home," she says softly, gesturing to the magnificent estate that sprawls out before you. "It's beautiful, isn't it? We have created such a paradise here, just waiting for someone like you to share it with us."

The dark elf giggles lightly, seeming to regain some of her confidence as she leans in closer. Her breath tickles your ear as she whispers, "What do you think? Will you help us?"

Her heart skips a beat as you finally agree to help them. Serra's whole body trembles with excitement and anticipation. "Thank you," she breathes, her eyes shining with relief and gratitude. "Now that that's settled, we should begin preparations." She turns back toward the main building, beckoning for you to follow.

Inside, Serra leads you to a luxurious bedroom suite adorned with silk sheets and plush pillows. A huge bed dominates the center of the room, its inviting surface covered in an array of sumptuous blankets. "This will be your private quarters," she explains, gesturing around the opulent surroundings. "You can rest here whenever you need to."

Her gaze returns to the bed, and for a moment, it seems as though she's imagining what might transpire there in the coming days.

Serra blushes and clears her throat, regaining her composure. "There are several races here on the island. In addition to dark elves like myself, there are humans, high elves, wood elves, halflings, dwarves, orcs, goblins, ogres, harpies, and mermaids." She pauses, looking at you carefully. "Would you like me to introduce you to some of them now?"

Her eyes linger on your body for a moment before she continues, her voice slightly more husky than before. "You should also know that while we are all willing participants in this arrangement, we expect you to respect our boundaries and desires. We trust that you will."

As Serra leads you through the Heaven Island toward the Orc girls' quarters, their unique musky scent fills your nostrils and sets her heart racing. The sound of heavy footsteps echoes down the hallway as they approach; each step powerful and confident despite their curvaceous figures. Serra gently knocks on the door before stepping aside to allow you entrance into their domain.

Five muscular, green-skinned orc women stand at attention in the center of the room, revealing themselves to your inspection. Each wears a leather harness adorned with bones and furs that accentuates their broad shoulders and firm breasts. As you survey them, an orc woman with shoulder-length black hair steps forward confidently, her long tail swishing back and forth behind her.

"You must be the new stud," she grins, her yellowed teeth visible beneath a full upper

The black-haired orc throws her head back and lets out a deep laugh that fills the room. "Well then," she says with a sultry grin, walking toward you until they're mere inches away, "let me introduce myself." She leans in close, her warm breath caressing your ear as she whispers, "I'm Korkara. My friends here are eager to show you just how much fun we can have together."

Her hand drifts down toward your crotch, feeling for signs of arousal. Her touch is rough and unapologetic, sending a shiver of anticipation through you. With a wicked grin, she pulls back slightly to get a better look at your reaction before squeezing softly.

Her eyes widen in surprise as she feels your body respond to her touch. It's clear that the other Orc girls notice this reaction as well; they exchange eager glances, their hearts racing with anticipation at the thought of what's to come. Korkara's grip tightens ever so slightly, her fingers digging into your flesh in a playful yet possessive manner.

"You like that, don't you?" she growls huskily, leaning in even closer now. Her warm breath brushes against your neck as she nuzzles you gently with her nose, marking you as hers for the taking. "Well, then," she says triumphantly, pulling back with a teasing smile on her lips, "I think it's time we got better acquainted."

Before you can respond, Korkara grabs your hand and leads you over to one of the large wooden beds in

Korkara practically throws you onto the bed, landing on top of you with a groan. Her firm breasts press against your chest, their weight driving the air out of your lungs. The orc woman grinds her hips against yours, her wet heat making it clear that she's aroused and eager for pleasure.

The other Orc girls gather around the bed, watching with hungry eyes as Korkara begins to ride you. Her movements grow more frantic as she nears climax, her moans filling the room and driving everyone wild with lust. As she finally reaches orgasm, her body shudders violently against yours, and warm fluid floods your fingers as it spills out of her.

The other Orcs cheer and clap their hands in approval, their dark eyes fixed on you expectantly. "Your turn," Korkara growls as she rolls off of you, her breath

As another Orc girl pushes you back down onto the bed and straddles your erect cock, you can't help but let out a sharp gasp of pleasure. Her rough hands grasp your shoulders as she begins to ride you with reckless abandon, her thick thighs squeezing tightly around your hips in a vice-like grip.

The rest of the Orc girls cheer and clap their hands in encouragement, their eyes fixed hungrily on the sight before them. The air is filled with the sounds of heavy breathing, grunts of exertion, and wet slaps as skin meets skin in a primal display of lust.

As the Orc girl above you nears her climax, she digs her nails into your shoulders, causing pain that mingles with pleasure and sends shockwaves of sensation through your entire body. With a guttural moan,