New world?

The late afternoon sun cast golden light over the college campus, and Alex leaned against a gnarled oak tree, his anthropology notes forgotten in his hands. He felt a restlessness gnawing at him, a longing for something beyond the mundane routines of student life. As he watched his classmates bustle by, laughing and chatting, a thought crossed his mind: What would it be like to experience true adventure?

"Hey, Alex!" Mia's voice broke through his thoughts. She approached, her coffee cup cradled in her hands. "You look like you're a million miles away. What's going on?"

"Just… thinking," he replied with a half-hearted smile. "You know, about the assignment."

"Right. Come on, let's grab some food. You need to eat."

They made their way to the café, Alex still feeling an undercurrent of excitement. He needed something different, something that would jolt him out of his routine.

Once inside, he spotted an old book on a dusty shelf, its cover worn and unassuming. Intrigued, he walked over to inspect it. As he pulled it down, a wave of energy coursed through him, like a static shock.

"Whoa, what is this?" he muttered, flipping through the pages filled with drawings of ancient tribes and strange, exotic landscapes. The air around him thickened, and the illustrations seemed to swirl, pulling him in deeper.

Suddenly, a gust of wind swept through the café, and the world around him began to fade. "Alex!" Mia's voice echoed, but it was drowned out by a blinding light that enveloped him.

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When the light finally dimmed, Alex found himself sprawled on the ground, surrounded by towering trees and vibrant, unfamiliar flora. The air was thick with the scent of earth and the sounds of wildlife echoed in the distance.

"What the hell?" he muttered, scrambling to his feet. This wasn't the campus anymore. He was in a wild, prehistoric landscape, far removed from everything he knew.

Before he could gather his thoughts, a rustle in the underbrush caught his attention. Heart racing, he turned to see a tall woman emerge from the trees. She was striking, with long, dark hair and skin bronzed by the sun. She wore clothes made from animal hides that hugged her muscular frame, accentuating her powerful physique. As she stepped closer, her eyes widened, taking him in from head to toe, lingering on the bulge in his pants.

"Who you?" she asked, her voice low and gravelly, filled with both curiosity and authority.

"I… I'm Alex," he stammered, suddenly aware of how vulnerable he felt. The woman stepped closer, her gaze unwavering, appraising him like a prized catch.

"Alex." She rolled the name on her tongue. "You strange. Not from here. Smell weird."

At her command, more figures emerged from the shadows of the trees—women, all tall and strong, armed with spears and bows. They moved with a grace that spoke of both confidence and power. As they surrounded him, their eyes sparkled with interest, their gazes shifting to his body, taking in his athletic build and the outline of his bulge.

"Look at him!" one woman exclaimed, her voice filled with wonder. "Strong. Different."

"Big," another chimed in, a sly smile spreading across her face. "What he hide beneath cloth?"

As if entranced, one woman stepped forward, her fingers reaching out to brush against the fabric of his pants. "What this?" she said, curiosity igniting in her eyes.

Before he could react, her fingers pressed against the bulge, and a wave of heat rushed through him. The other women gasped, their interest piqued. One by one, they followed suit, reaching out to touch him, their fingers exploring the outline of his form with unabashed fascination.

"Soft, but big!" another said with a playful laugh, her eyes glinting with mischief. "Maybe he strong in fight, too."

Alex's cheeks burned as their fingers roamed over him, feeling exposed under their scrutiny. He had never experienced anything like this, and the combination of fear and thrill sent shivers down his spine.

"Come," the leader—the one who had first approached him—ordered, her tone leaving no room for defiance. "You meet Ayra. She decide what to do with you."

As they began to lead him through the thick underbrush, Alex's mind raced. This was a society unlike any he had read about, where the women were powerful and men seemed to be valued for their strength and looks rather than authority.

The women whispered among themselves, their primitive speech filled with laughter and playful jabs aimed at him.

"Strange man not like others," one mused. "He soft, but maybe he useful."

"Soft, yes, but also big," another added, winking at Alex. "Maybe he strong in fight."

With his heart pounding, Alex followed them deeper into the wilderness, acutely aware of their eyes on him, sizing him up as both a curiosity and a potential asset. He knew he was stepping into a world ruled by powerful women, and he had no idea what awaited him. But one thing was clear: he needed to adapt quickly if he wanted to survive—and maybe even thrive—in this strange new land.

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As they entered a clearing, a large tent made from animal skins came into view. "Ayra waits inside," the leader said, pushing the flaps aside and motioning for him to enter.

Taking a deep breath, Alex stepped into the tent, where a fire flickered in the center, illuminating the space. Sitting on a makeshift throne made of bones and wood was a woman who radiated authority—Ayra, the warrior chief.

Her piercing gaze met his, and Alex felt an electric tension in the air. He was no longer just a visitor in this world; he was an anomaly, and the women surrounding him would be the key to understanding his fate.

The tension in the air thickened as Ayra's piercing gaze locked onto Alex. He felt both exposed and strangely invigorated under her scrutiny. The women who had accompanied him filed in behind him, whispering and giggling, their eyes darting between him and their leader.

"Bring him closer," Ayra commanded, her voice authoritative and rich with unyielding power.

Alex took a hesitant step forward, acutely aware of the attention on him. The fire crackled, casting flickering shadows across Ayra's strong features. She was a vision of strength, her hair flowing like a dark river over her shoulders, and the intricately woven leather that adorned her body emphasized her muscular physique. There was no doubt she commanded respect among the other women.

"Who you?" Ayra asked, her tone demanding. "Not from here. Smell weird."

"I'm Alex," he stammered, trying to keep his voice steady. "I don't know how I got here."

"Alex." She rolled the name on her tongue. "Strange name. You from far?"

"I guess you could say that," he replied, feeling the need to keep some mystery about him.

Ayra tilted her head, intrigued but skeptical. "No matter. You different. Not like other men."

As if to punctuate her words, Ayra rose from her seat, moving closer to him. The atmosphere shifted, the energy between them crackling with potential. "You interesting, Alex. We not let you go. You belong to us now."

The women behind him cheered, their voices a chorus of approval. "Yes! Keep him!" one exclaimed."He have big stick in clothes"

"Big stick?" he echoed, trying to mask his embarrassment with humor.

The women laughed, the sound rich and melodic, bouncing off the tent's walls. "Yes! You strong!" one of them declared, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "We see! You show us?"

"Show?" Ayra smirked, her tone teasing yet authoritative. "Not yet. First, you eat. Then you prove strength."

The prospect of facing their curiosity and the inevitable trials ahead weighed on his mind, but he also sensed an undeniable allure in their interest. "What do you want from me?" he asked, trying to keep his tone steady despite the uncertainty flooding through him.

Ayra's gaze softened for a moment, revealing a hint of something deeper beneath her commanding exterior. "You not know? We need man like you. Strong, big. We hunt, protect tribe." She leaned closer, lowering her voice. "You give pleasure. Many women want. Like other men."

Alex's heart raced at her words, a mix of confusion and intrigue swirling within him. "Pleasure?" he repeated, feeling the weight of their gazes sharpen around him.

Ayra straightened, her demeanor shifting back to that of a leader. "Yes. Men like you have value. man cook, look after women and give women pleasure." She paused, her expression turning playful. "But first, we must test you. Test your strength and… your other abilities."

"What do you mean?" he asked, a nervous laugh escaping his lips.

"Your body is strong. But we need to know if you are strong in other ways too," Ayra replied, her gaze lingering on his groin. "You prove it to us."

The other women giggled and whispered among themselves, their excitement palpable. "Let's see if he can handle it," one teased, her eyes alight with mischief.

Ayra stepped back, motioning for Alex to follow her outside. "We show you what we do," she said. "We hunt, we fight, and then you show us if you can please women."

As they stepped outside, the group of women gathered in a circle, their eyes sparkling with mischief and curiosity. "You stand strong," Ayra instructed, placing her hands on her hips. "We see if you can withstand the test."

"What test?" Alex asked, a knot of apprehension tightening in his stomach.

Ayra nodded to one of the women, who stepped forward, brandishing a long, sturdy stick. "First, we see if you can hold your ground against me," she said, grinning.

The women cheered, forming a tight circle around him. "Show him what you got!" one shouted.

Before Alex could process what was happening, the woman lunged at him, playfully striking him with a stick. He sidestepped, adrenaline coursing through him as he realized he had to defend himself.

"Good! Now you fight!" Ayra encouraged, her voice rising above the excitement.

As the test continued, Alex found himself caught up in the energy of the moment, dodging and countering the playful jabs of the women around him. Laughter filled the air, and he could feel the thrill of competition.

After several rounds of mock fighting, Ayra called for a break. "Enough! You strong in fight, but now we see your other strength."

With that, Ayra beckoned him to step forward again. "Now, Alex, we need to see if you can bring pleasure," she said, her voice low and teasing. "You show us."

As Ayra's words hung in the air, Alex felt a rush of excitement mixed with apprehension. The women surrounding him were vibrant and powerful, and their interest in him was unmistakable.

"Show us how you please," Ayra urged, her gaze locking onto his, commanding attention.

The other women leaned in closer, their expressions filled with anticipation. Their chatter grew more animated, and though he couldn't understand their words, the meaning was clear—they wanted him.

"Big man!" one exclaimed, gesturing toward him. "Strong!"

"Show us!" another chimed in, a wicked smile on her face. "Make woman happy!"

Alex's cheeks flushed as he realized the implications of their excitement. The way they talked among themselves, using primitive language filled with laughter and playful jabs, made it clear: they desired him physically.

"Wait, what do you mean by 'bring pleasure'?" he stammered, trying to mask his embarrassment with humor.

Ayra stepped closer, her voice steady yet playful. "You show us your strength. Make us feel good." She emphasized her words with gestures, mimicking a powerful embrace and using her hands to indicate intimacy.

Then one women pulled down his pants, and looked for his thing, "Where stick? Stick vanished"

After hearing that everyone gasped and looked at him, like he did something unforgivable.