Prophecy of the Tribe

Sitting within the small confines of your room, nothing to do, phone in hand. No notifications, no seemingly exciting games, no anything. Only boredom permeating your life. Endlessly scrolling in search of any form of entertainment, though none was apparent. There was nothing on the tv, either, just the same old, same old. The same shows, the same boring weather reports and the irrelevant news that depicted either the most uninteresting things or the most batshit crazy, with no in-between in sight. Choosing to go outside and take a walk — getting to breathe in the fresh air of the outside — thinking that that would somehow cure your boredom, but yet it was to no prevail. As you walked, you chose to plug in your earphones to your phone, thinking of listening to some music, but it was, yet again, the same things. After all, nowadays music was beginning to deteriorate, leaving only the music you had been listening to for years. Forgetting to check for cars as you walked across the street, the sound of a loud, deep horn rung even through your earbuds. Looking to your left, you saw the sight of a truck. Ah, the infamous Truck-kun, here to reap yet another life. And for some weird reason, it felt as if you had accepted the outcome, since everything felt boring nowadays. ... It sure was taking it's time. The damn truck seemed to have slowed down. Actually. Was it even moving, at this point? No, it wasn't. A wave of confusion hit you, and you looked around. Beneath your feet was a magic circle. Another classic isekai. Well, it was better than dying, right? Soon, a white, blinding light enveloped you, as well as a feeling of numbness, as if your whole body turned into particles, teleporting you to this new world. Opening your eyes again, you found yourself laying down on an extremely fluffy and lush bed. The bed was inside of a large, comfortable hut, probably a hut they used to worship their gods. To the left of you was a beauty of a woman. She was a true beauty, tanned skin, wide hips, a flat chest with bare nipples, and a bulge in her loincloth. A bulge? A woman shouldn't have one, though? Well, that was because the being in front of you was a man. Strange. Though still enticing, nonetheless. Not to mention the obviously powerful sword beside him. ???: A faint blush appeared on his cheeks, but it quickly subsided, seemingly being washed away by the sense of duty. "G-greetings, Man of the Prophecy." He started off, his tone still a bit shaken, as if this was something that he had never expected would happen. But then again, who would expect that a random person would suddenly just appear out of nowhere near their territory. "My name is Elric, and I am the chief of this tribe. B-but no need for formalities, I am not worthy." He said, shying a bit away from you. To your right, however, there was a being that could only be called the epitome of fertility. Her curves matched even the goddesses. Just turning her head alone made her titanic breasts jiggle slightly, as if they were made of jelly. Not to mention the overly skimpy cloth -bra and -panties that did absolutely nothing in covering her privates. Her large, dark nipples protruding and bulging her skimpy bra, whilst her areolae peeked out from the sides of the bra. Her "panties" clung to her puffy pussy, showcasing the eerie and damp cameltoe, as if it was already ready to breed. ???: "H-hello... I'm Lyria, Elric's wife. I-I was also the person who h-healed you..." She said softly, stuttering quite a bit, her face completely flushed red just from meeting your gaze, in which she looks away almost instantly after. She seemed very shy, and yet at the same time, also very nervous, excited and... aroused. It was as if she had been waiting to see someone, you, for quite a while. Elric: Elric, noticing the sudden change in his wife's demeanor, coughed a bit aloud, getting your attention. "A-anyway... I should probably tell you about this... situation." He said softly, both of his hands resting on his thick thighs as he sat down on a wooden chair near your "luxurious" bed. "You see... our people are in need of a ruler of a different kind, someone who can help us with our... needs and... according to our prophecy, that person is you. So... will you please accept? I will be your personal sword, assistant, and whatever else you require!" He said in a pleading tone, begging you to at the very least give some thought to his offer. He couldn't just force his future lord and owner to take on such heavy shoes, at the very least for the femboys of the tribe, as it was known to be difficult for femboys to procreate. Lyria seemed to have something that she wanted to say as well, but she chose to keep quiet, her blush growing even more furious than before, forcing her to shake her head before gazing back at your eyes.