The first thing I felt when I woke up was warmth. Not the heat of the jungle sun, but the soft, clinging warmth of three bodies pressed against me. My eyes slowly opened, and I saw faint sunlight streaming in through the cave's vine-covered entrance. The fire pit was still glowing faintly, the air heavy with the smell of cooked meat.
Somehow, I'd survived the night without being crushed, suffocated, or smothered—though I couldn't say it had been a restful sleep.
The fur bedding rustled as the three women stirred. One by one, they rose, stretching in the firelight. The spearwoman's golden hair glinted as she reached her arms overhead, her tattered top lifting just enough to tease me with glimpses of her toned stomach. The dagger-wielder rolled her shoulders, the movement making her bronze skin catch the morning glow. The archer brushed her strawberry-blonde hair over one shoulder, the golden bangles on her wrists jingling softly as she moved.
Without a word, they began preparing breakfast. Meat from last night's hunt was skewered over the fire while the spearwoman mashed something in a carved wooden bowl. The smell was enough to make my stomach growl.
Eventually, they turned toward me, each carrying a small portion of food.
"Eat," the spearwoman said, kneeling beside me and holding a piece to my lips.
The dagger-wielder crouched down next, smirking. "Hubby weak in morning. We feed."
The archer smiled softly as she offered her share. "Hubby eat. Stay strong."
I accepted each bite, chewing slowly. "Thanks… I guess this is how you treat someone you've claimed?"
They exchanged curious looks, as if I'd said something strange.
"Speaking of claiming," I said after swallowing, "do you three… have names?"
They tilted their heads in unison, their expressions puzzled.
"What is… name?" the spearwoman asked.
"It's… what people call each other. A word that's yours alone," I explained.
The dagger-wielder frowned slightly. "We not need names. We know each other. That enough."
I blinked. "Wait, so none of you have names?"
The archer shook her head. "No need. We know smell, face, voice."
That left me a little unsettled. "Well… I can't keep calling you 'spear girl' or 'dagger girl' or 'archer girl' forever. So… I'll give you names."
They leaned in, eyes bright with curiosity.
I pointed to the spearwoman first. "You… will be Trina."
She repeated it softly to herself, then again louder, her lips curling into a smile. "Trina… I like."
Next, I looked to the dagger-wielder. "You're Gale."
She grinned, testing the sound. "Gale. Fast… sharp. I like."
Finally, my gaze met the archer's. "And you… are Sapphy."
She said it slowly, almost reverently. "Sapphy… pretty. Like me." She gave a playful wink.
They all repeated their new names again and again, smiling like they'd been given something precious.
"Trina, Gale, Sapphy," I said with a nod. "Now I can actually talk to you like people."
"Hubby give gift," Trina said happily. "Names are gift."
"Hubby smart," Gale added, nudging my side.
Sapphy tilted her head. "Hubby gives… more gifts later?"
I laughed nervously. "We'll see."
Once breakfast was over, I decided to ask something that had been gnawing at me since I woke up on this island. "So… how do I get off this island?"
They all froze for a moment, then exchanged confused glances.
"Off?" Trina asked.
"Leave?" Gale tilted her head.
Sapphy frowned slightly. "Why leave? Island is life."
So much for that. I sighed. "Guess I'm stuck here…"
"Hubby stay with us," Trina said simply, as if that was the most natural thing in the world.
I rubbed the back of my neck. "Alright… then what do you want me to do?"
They looked at each other again, then back at me.
"Be hubby," Gale said with a grin.
"That's not… much of a job description."
Sapphy shrugged, her bangles jingling. "Hubby does what hubby does."
I raised an eyebrow. "Okay… so what do you three do for fun?"
The question seemed to puzzle them until Trina finally spoke. "Fun not important. Survive first."
"Survive?" I repeated.
"Food, hunt, shelter," Gale explained.
Sapphy smiled faintly, then leaned in a little closer. "But… mating is fun."
My eyes widened. "M-mating?"
"Yes," Trina said without hesitation. "Feels good. But… no men here. Never try."
"Until hubby," Gale added with a sly grin.
The three of them began to close in on me, their movements slow and deliberate. My back bumped against the wall of the cave.
"Uh… wait a second—"
They didn't wait. Trina's fingers hooked into her top and tugged it over her head, baring her perfect breasts. Gale's hands went to the straps of her bikini, sliding them down her shoulders. Sapphy loosened the knots at her hips, letting her loincloth fall away before pulling her top over her head.
In seconds, all three of them were completely naked.
I felt my face burn and my breath catch in my throat. My eyes darted between them, trying not to stare—and failing completely.
Then I heard Gale's voice. "Hubby… excited."
I froze. "What?"
Sapphy's gaze dropped to my lap. "Hubby's… thing," she said with a playful smirk. "It's big."
Trina took a slow step forward. "We try now."
"Try…?" I repeated weakly.
What happened next was a blur. The three of them pushed me down onto the furs, stripping away my clothes with greedy hands. They kissed me, touched me, and explored every inch of my body like they'd been waiting for this moment all their lives.
Trina straddled my hips first, her golden hair falling like a curtain around us as she pressed her body to mine. Gale's lips trailed down my neck while her hands roamed over my chest, and Sapphy kissed me deeply, her bangles clinking in a steady rhythm.
Once the first round was over, they didn't stop. They took turns, switching positions, riding me until my voice was hoarse and my body ached. By the time the night ended, I was flat on my back, my strength completely gone, my breath coming in shallow gasps.
They curled up around me, satisfied and glowing in the firelight.
I, on the other hand, wasn't sure if I'd survive another night like this.