The first thing I felt was the heat.
Not just warmth—heat so thick and humid it clung to my skin. I could smell salt in the air, hear waves crashing somewhere nearby, and feel coarse sand beneath my fingertips.
I sat up slowly, my head throbbing as my vision adjusted. Before me stretched an endless ocean, glittering under the sun. Behind me was a dense, towering jungle, the trees swaying lightly in the breeze.
And that's when I realized something was wrong. I wasn't wearing my clothes anymore. My jeans, T-shirt, and sneakers were gone—replaced with rough, tattered fabric draped loosely over my body. My bare feet sank into the hot sand, and the salty wind stung at my eyes.
I staggered toward the tree line, hoping to find shade. My mind raced with questions—Where am I? How did I get here?
The moment I stepped into the jungle, I was swallowed by a different world. Massive ferns, thick vines, and ancient trees surrounded me, blocking out most of the sunlight. Strange birdcalls echoed from high above, and every so often, I heard the rustle of something moving in the underbrush.
I pushed forward, carefully stepping over roots and ducking under branches, when I saw it. A massive, long-necked creature moved lazily through a clearing ahead. Its scales shimmered in the sunlight as it reached up to pull leaves from the tallest trees. My jaw went slack.
A dinosaur.
It wasn't just any strange island. This was something out of prehistory.
I kept walking, more out of shock than purpose, until the forest sounds changed. The calm rustle of leaves was replaced by a deep, guttural growl.
My stomach dropped.
I turned slowly, and my blood ran cold—there was a wolf behind me. No… not a normal wolf. This one was massive, easily the size of a small bear, its yellow eyes gleaming with hunger.
Then more appeared. One. Two. Three. By the time I counted seven, they had already begun circling me.
"Oh… crap."
The closest one lunged, and I bolted. My feet pounded against the earth, my lungs burning as I sprinted through the jungle. Branches whipped against my face, thorns scraped my arms, and still, they were gaining on me.
One wolf leapt at me from the side. I stumbled, crashing to the ground, and when I looked up, all I saw was a blur of fangs diving for my throat—
A long wooden spear pierced straight through its ribs. Its body went limp, collapsing into the dirt.
Standing over it was… her.
She was breathtaking—fit, curvaceous, with fair skin glowing in the dappled sunlight. Long, golden-blonde hair framed a sharp, beautiful face with piercing blue eyes and full lips curved in confidence. She wore a tattered golden bikini top and a thin loincloth that swayed with each movement, the waistband decorated with claw-like teeth. Primitive wrappings covered her wrists and thighs, gripping her firmly without hiding her toned form.
Her spear was simple yet deadly—wooden, with a sharp stone blade at its tip. She looked at me briefly, eyes narrowing, before spinning her spear and stepping forward to face the rest of the wolves.
One wolf lunged from the left, but before it could even reach her, a second figure burst from the bushes.
This one was taller, with a toned, athletic build and curves that could make any man forget to breathe. Her bronze skin was decorated with white tribal markings along her arms and legs, her long brown hair tied in a high ponytail with a red band. Her fur-trimmed brown bikini top and matching loincloth were adorned with bone ornaments, leather straps, and a necklace of sharp tooth-shaped pendants.
She gripped twin daggers, their stone blades glinting as she slashed one wolf's throat in a single, clean motion. Her movements were fast, fierce, and precise.
An arrow whistled past my ear, burying itself in another wolf's skull. I turned to see the third woman—fair-skinned, with an hourglass figure and long, wavy strawberry-blonde hair that spilled past her shoulders. Her leopard-print bikini clung to her like a second skin, tied at the sides, leaving her curves fully on display. Multiple thick golden bangles jingled at her wrists as she nocked another arrow, her bow strung with animal sinew.
Her sharp blue eyes locked on her next target, and another arrow flew, dropping a wolf instantly.
The three of them moved as if they had hunted together their entire lives. The spearwoman skewered a lunging wolf before ripping her weapon free and spinning to block another's attack. The dagger-wielder darted between two beasts, slashing deep across their flanks before kicking one to the ground. The archer loosed arrows with calm precision, each one finding its mark.
Within moments, the pack lay dead or dying around us.
I was still catching my breath when they all turned toward me.
The spearwoman approached first, kneeling beside me, her golden hair brushing my arm. She tilted her head, studying me for a long moment before her lips curved into a small smile.
"Hubby," she said softly, her accent thick, her tone almost… possessive.
My brain froze. "H-huh? What did you—"
The dagger-wielder stepped closer, crouching beside my other side. She leaned in, her large breasts pressing against my arm, her hot breath brushing my ear.
"Hubby," she echoed, grinning like she had just claimed a prize.
The archer joined them, her golden bangles clinking as she knelt over me. Her bow hung loosely at her side as she leaned forward, straddling my legs. She gave me a slow, teasing smile.
"Hubby," she purred.
Before I could even process what was happening, they all descended on me at once. The spearwoman's lips pressed against mine, warm and soft, her hand gripping my shoulder. The dagger-wielder kissed my cheek, then my neck, her thick thighs pressing against me as she ground her hips forward. The archer leaned down to claim my lips in a brief, playful kiss before pulling back, grinding her plump butt against my crotch in slow, deliberate circles.
I could feel their warmth, their breath, the press of their bodies against mine. My thoughts scattered. My heartbeat roared in my ears.
"What—what is happening?!" I gasped, but they weren't listening.
They kissed me, nipped lightly at my skin, and rubbed against me like I was already theirs. My mind screamed for an explanation, but my body was far too distracted to care.
And that's when it hit me—
I didn't know their names.
I didn't know this place.
I didn't know why they called me "hubby."
But judging from the way they were looking at me, I had a feeling I was about to find out.