**Title: The Last Man**

I woke up in a fucking nightmare. The sun blazed down on me, and my body ached from whatever the hell had knocked me out. Last thing I remembered was the ambush—spears, ropes, women screaming, and then blackness. Now, my wrists were tied to a fucking wooden pole, my dick hanging out in the open while a circle of black women stood around me, oiled skin glistening, eyes hungry.

“Fuck.” I tugged at the ropes but they held tight.

The tallest one, a goddess with wide hips and a chest that could smother a man, stepped forward. “You are the last man,” she said, voice thick with an accent that sent heat straight to my cock. “Our tribe has waited generations for this. We need your seed.”

I swallowed hard. There had to be at least thirty of them, all built like warriors—strong thighs, round asses, tits that bounced with every step. Some were already rubbing their cunts, fingers sliding between slick folds.

The first woman dropped to her knees in front of me, her hands gripping my shaft. “You will fill us all,” she whispered before taking me deep into her mouth.

I groaned as her tongue circled my tip, her lips tight around me. She sucked hard, hollowing her cheeks, and I could feel my cock throbbing. Another woman pressed against my back, her tits rubbing my shoulders as her fingers traced my abs.

“Fuck yeah,” I grunted, hips bucking into the first woman’s mouth. She gagged but didn’t stop, her throat clenching around me.

Then another woman—younger, with a tight little body—pushed forward. She climbed onto my lap, lining her dripping pussy up with my cock. “Breed me first,” she demanded, sinking down in one smooth motion.

I hissed as her walls clenched around me, hot and wet. She rocked her hips, grinding against me, and I could feel her clit rubbing against my base.

The women around us moaned, hands roaming over my body. One cupped my balls, another pinched my nipples. The one on my cock leaned in, her lips brushing mine as she whispered, “Come inside me. Fill my womb.”

I couldn’t fucking hold back. I thrust up into her, my cock swelling. She gasped as I came, my cum flooding her tight cunt. She shuddered, her own orgasm hitting hard, and then slumped forward, panting.

But they weren’t done.

The next woman was already moving in, her thighs slick with arousal. “My turn,” she purred, guiding my still-hard dick into her.

I lost count after the fifth one.

They took me in every way—riding me, bending over, grinding on my face while another rode my cock. The air was thick with sweat and sex, the sound of skin slapping, moans echoing.

I fucked until my body burned, until my balls ached, and even then, they kept coming.

“Breed us all,” the first woman commanded, her nails digging into my chest as she impaled herself on me one last time.

And I did.

Because I was the last man, and this was my fucking duty.