Reincarnated into a Femdom Fantasy World (18+)-Chapter 3: Repopulate?

Jake stood rooted to the spot, his heart thundering in his chest like a war drum, the vast hall sprawling before him like a den of predators ready to pounce on their trembling prey.

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Veyra, the crimson-haired warrior who'd freed him from his chains, shoved him forward with a firm hand, her leather-clad fingers digging into his arm, her smirk wicked as she thrust him into the spotlight of three towering, lustful gazes.

His legs quaked beneath him, unsteady from the terror still coursing through his veins and the dizzying shift from death to this strange, scary nightmare, his mind a chaotic swirl of the truck's impact and the chains that had greeted his rebirth.

Ssyra, the wyvern-kin, slinked closer first, her movements fluid and predatory, her taloned feet clicking against the stone as she circled him, her eyes devouring every inch of his shivering, vulnerable frame.

Her body was a masterpiece of danger and desire—scales glinted along her arms and thighs, shimmering green and gold, while a skimpy leather harness barely contained her full, heaving breasts, her hips swaying in a thong that left little to the imagination.

"You're a scrawny little treat, aren't you, pet?" she purred, her voice a sultry rasp, her forked tongue flicking out as she leaned in, her hot breath teasing his neck, her claws grazing his chest just enough to make his skin prickle with reluctant heat.

He recoiled, only to collide with Veyra's solid, leather-bound form behind him, her bust pressing against his back through a tight corset that hugged her muscular curves, her chuckle vibrating through him as she steadied him with possessive hands.

"Easy, Ssyra—don't break him before I've had my fun," Veyra teased, her tone sharp with authority, her fingers tightening on his shoulders, her thigh-high boots creaking as she shifted, her sculpted legs a vision of power and seduction.

Ssyra grinned, flashing razor-sharp teeth, and dragged a claw down his arm, the touch light but deliberate, her barely-there outfit accentuating every ripple of her toned, reptilian physique, her tail swaying with eager intent.

Then Lyra, the sorceress, glided forward, her presence crackling with arcane allure, violet sparks dancing in her raven hair as she raised a hand, her magic swirling around her fingers like a lover's caress.

Her lithe frame was draped in a sheer, dark robe that clung to her pert breasts and flared hips, the fabric slit high to reveal long, smooth legs, her glowing eyes drinking him in as if he were a spell she longed to master.

"Fascinating—a soul torn from another realm, raw and untainted," she murmured, her voice a velvet melody, her fingers flicking to send a tendril of magic coiling around his wrist, its warmth tingling up his arm, stirring an unwanted flush in his cheeks.

"What are you doing, please, stop, let me go!" he stammered, his voice breaking in a frantic rush, his body twisting in Veyra's grip, panic and a strange heat warring within him as their closeness overwhelmed his senses.

Tazka, the majestic ruler, let out a rich, throaty laugh that rolled through the hall, rising from her throne of polished bones—a seat of ancient power—and sauntering toward him, her every step radiating dominance and grace.

She towered above them all, her dusky purple skin glowing faintly, her curves wrapped in a subtle, flowing gown of silver silk that hugged her ample chest and flared at her hips, adorned with delicate, expensive gold chains that draped across her shoulders and waist.

"Look at him quiver, sisters—a fragile little bird caught in our talons," she said, her voice deep and commanding, her tail curling around his ankle with a teasing grip, her slit-pupiled eyes glinting with amusement and dark promise.

Jake's breath hitched, his mind a storm of fear and reluctant awe—these women were goddesses of flesh and power, their scant, provocative clothing and towering, voluptuous bodies pressing in on him, their scents mingling into a heady cocktail of leather, spice, and musk.

"Who are you, what do you want with me, why am I here?" he blurted, his voice trembling as he darted glances between them, his body shrinking under their lustful scrutiny, his skin burning where their touches lingered.

Veyra tilted his chin up, her golden eyes locking with his, her corset creaking as she leaned in, her full lips curving into a smirk that promised both danger and delight, her breath warm against his face.

"We're the mistresses of this keep, pet—I'm Veyra, warrior of the flame; that's Ssyra, our wyvern-kin; Lyra, our enchantress; and Tazka, our queen," she said, her tone dripping with ownership, her thumb brushing his jaw with a possessive tenderness.

Ssyra snorted, her tail lashing as she crossed her arms under her barely-covered chest, her scales glinting as she mocked, "This pruny little thing—one of the saviors of our realm? The fates must be drunk."

Jake blinked, confusion cutting through his fear, his brows furrowing as he rasped, "Savior? Me? How could I possibly help you?"

Veyra's grip tightened, her leather creaking as she explained, "Men are rare in Valthera, pet—precious, summoned for dire need, plucked from other worlds to serve us when we call."

He swallowed hard, his voice shaky as he asked, "Then why not summon more, as many as you want, whenever you want?"

Lyra's magic flared, her sheer robe shifting as she stepped closer, her voice soft but firm as she replied, "The summoning circle is a relic, scarce and sacred—it charges only by moonlight, a process that takes two full years, so you're the unlucky soul we snagged this time."

Jake nodded slowly, the pieces clicking into place, his heart sinking as he realized he was a fluke, a random draw in their desperate game, his voice barely a whisper as he asked, "So how do I help? What's the desperate need your kingdom's in?"

Tazka stepped forward, her silver gown shimmering as she loomed over him, her tail tightening around his leg, her smirk widening into something wicked and knowing as she answered, "We're at war, little bird—facing losses that threaten our numbers, and your role is to repopulate our realm."

Jake's eyes widened, shock slamming into him like a second truck, his mouth dropping open as her words sank in, his voice trembling as he croaked, "Repopulate? You mean—?"