You've been summoned into another world with only men. What do you do?

The world you find yourself in is a lush fantasy realm, filled with nothing but men. Monstrous and humanoid alike, they all seem to be drawn to your presence like moths to a flame. You can see demi-humans such as elves, dwarves, and halflings, as well as non-human creatures like orcs, goblins, dragons, and even demons. Every single one of them is unnaturally horny and eager to get a taste of you.

Several of the demi-humans and non-human creatures have already noticed your search for help. They approach you, their erections prominent in their loincloths or scaled underbellies. A handsome elf prince extends his delicate hand, asking if you require assistance. Beside him, a strong and hairy dwarven warrior grins to reveal a mouthful of sharp teeth as he offers to escort you through the treacherous lands.

The dwarven warrior chuckles and claps you on the back, his calloused hand leaving a red mark. "Aye, lad. We've got no shortage of that here. Follow me to the guild hall and we'll get ye settled in. There are plenty of stout fellows who would be honored to help you out."

The elf prince smiles demurely, his voice melodic as he speaks. "Or, if you prefer, I can show you the way to the palace.

The dwarven warrior grins and nods to the elf prince, "Or you could always go with our noble friend here. Either way, lad. It'll be a grand adventure." He turns back to you and winks.

"Of course, lad," the dwarf says with a hearty laugh. "We can always compromise. Why don't we take you to see the guildmaster? He's a wise old sod who knows his way around these lands and may have some advice for you." With that, he sets off briskly towards the guild hall, beckoning for you to follow. The elf prince smiles politely but doesn't insist on accompanying you any further.

The dwarven warrior leads you through the bustling city streets, his burly frame parting the crowds of eager men with ease. As you walk, your gaze drifts from one hardened member to another, their lustful glances making it clear that every man in this city wants a piece of you. You finally arrive at the guild hall, its massive oaken doors bearing the sigil of the local adventurer's guild.

The dwarf snorts as you enter the guild hall, his bushy beard wagging. "Ah, lad. That's a tale for another time. Right now, let's find the guildmaster and see what he has to say." He leads you through the dimly lit common room, filled with tables and chairs scattered about amidst mugs of ale and weapons.

The dwarven warrior pushes open the heavy oaken door to the guildmaster's chambers, revealing a cozy study filled with scrolls, books, and all manner of arcane artifacts. A grizzled old dwarf sits behind a sprawling desk, his beard braided into hundreds of intricate knots. At your entrance, he looks up from his work, his one good eye studying you intently.

"Ah, Torgar," he says to the dwarven warrior, "

"Ah, Torgar," he says to the dwarven warrior, "I see you've brought our newcomer here. This must be quite an... interesting situation for you." He pauses, looking you over once more before continuing. "I am Lord Galmar, guildmaster of this fine adventurer's guild. You are most welcome here, and I will do everything in my power to aid you."

The old dwarf leans back in his chair, folding his arms across his broad chest.

Lord Galmar chuckles, his one good eye twinkling with amusement. "Indeed, Golias. You've come to the right place. The world you find yourself in is called Orinia, and it has been like this for as long as any of us can remember." He pauses, considering how much to reveal. "There are many theories about why this is so, but none that have ever been proven.

Lord Galmar sighs, running a calloused hand through his beard. "That is perhaps the greatest mystery of all, Golias. Some believe that long ago, a powerful sorceress cast some terrible curse upon this world, stealing all the women away and leaving only men in their place. Others say it was an act of divine retribution for the sins of mankind. Still others insist that the gods simply grew weary of our endless breeding and decided to take matters into their own hands."

"Ah," Lord Galmar says with a knowing smile, "that is where you come in, Golias." He leans forward on his desk, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "It seems that the gods have chosen you as their instrument for renewing life in this world. Every time you engage in sexual activity with another being here, whether male or not, you create a new soul that will be born into one of our fair cities or villages."

Lord Galmar chuckles, shaking his head. "No, Golias, it's not a perfect world by any means. There is still war and strife, greed and ambition. However, the lack of women has certainly made things... interesting, to say the least." He pauses for effect. "But think of it this way: with every act of love you share, you bring new life into the world. You have the power to create a better future, even in the face of adversity."

The old dwarf chuckles again, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Ah, Golias, you have quite the sense of humor. No, my friend, this is not a kingdom in the traditional sense. We do have rulers and nobles, but our society functions more like a collection of city-states and fiefdoms vying for power and influence."

He pauses for effect before continuing. "But don't let that worry you.

You are free to travel and explore this world as you please, Golias. There is no shortage of adventure to be had here, nor of willing companions eager to share it with you. Lord Galmar leans back in his chair once more, studying your reaction. "So, what do you say? Will you help us renew our world by sharing your love and lust?"

"An interesting proposal, Golias," Lord Galmar says with a thoughtful expression. "It's true that unifying the various factions and fiefdoms of Orinia would go a long way towards stabilizing our world. However, it is not a task to be taken lightly. Even if you were able to find enough leaders willing to work together for such an end, there are many obstacles in your path."

He pauses, considering his words carefully before continuing. "Still, I admire your ambition and determination.

Ah, my dear Golias. The path to unity may be treacherous and fraught with danger, but you have the strength and charm to see it through. Just remember that even the mightiest lion needs a pride of loyal subjects to rule over. Use your time here wisely, forging alliances and gaining followers. And when the moment is right, lead us into a new era of peace and prosperity. Lord Galmar nods encouragingly before returning his attention to the scroll on his desk.

An intriguing idea, Golias. The elven prince you speak of, Prince Thaldorin, is indeed well-connected and respected amongst his people. If you were to forge an alliance with him, it would undoubtedly be a powerful first step towards unifying the realm. However, you must tread carefully; Elves are not known for their patience or tolerance of outsiders meddling in their affairs.

The dwarven warrior, Torgar, grins and claps you on the back. "Aye, lad! Right this way. The prince's estate lies just outside the city." With that, he leads you out of Lord Galmar's chambers and towards the grand entrance of the guild hall.

Torgar coughs awkwardly, his face flushing red. "Ah... well, uh, you see, Golias... Every man in Orinia is like that. There's no women here, so they all want a taste of your... uniqueness." He glances sidelong at you before continuing with a nervous chuckle. "Don't worry about it, lad. You'll get used to it after a while."

Torgar's face turns even redder as he realizes his mistake. "Uh... well, gol... that is..." He swallows nervously, unable to meet your gaze. "...n-no, not me. Not like that." His voice trails off, and an uncomfortable silence fills the air between you as you continue walking towards Prince Thaldorin's estate.