The desert burned in the day and froze in the night. It was safest to travel at night though. I staggered through the sand, the moon high overhead, casting the dunes in a pale light, like waves on an endless ocean. My lips were chapped and broken, my tongue swollen from dehydration. 

I figured death would find me in the sands and claim me. At least I cheated the slavers that. Nothing survived in the vast wastelands, everyone knew that. My keepers had half-heartedly pursued for a day, but then abandoned as home grew distant and profits less. 

After hours of walking that night I crested a dune. My eyes were gritty and sore, but then I saw it. The plants looked black in the night and the water white as it cast the moon back up towards itself. A delusion… It must be. I staggered towards the delusion and found myself moving through grasses, hearing the sounds of nighttime insects and the gentle lap of water. I fell to my knees by the water and scooped into my mouth, weeping tearlessly in relief. 

I passed out and woke to voices. My vision was blurred and the sun on my skin, I knew I would die without shelter. I pried open my eyes and found big, blue eyes staring down at me. “He’s alive.” 

“Of course he is,” another voice observed. 

“He’s in bad shape,” a third said. 

I had sense enough to look around me then and see five young women peering down at me. Was I dead? 

The blue-eyed woman had long, blonde-white hair, it looked silver. “He’s a gift, a gift from the Sacred Mother.” Her broad smile turned more serious, “We have to help him.” 

A redhead with noble features grunted, “Alright. Let’s get to it.” 

They took me to a camp at the heart of the oasis and gave me clean water and food to recover my strength and then I learned their tale. The five had been slaves and managed their escape. From the look of them they would have been sold as pleasure slaves, or perhaps wives for some warlord. They kept the details scarce given the lack of trust. Like myself, they had discovered this lush oasis where none knew it existed, sheltered by blistering sun, broken valleys and shifting sands. I promised I meant them no harm and in time trust grew. 

There was a pool at the heart of the oasis and I was brought there. I stripped down and dove inside, finding the water was deep, deeper than I could imagine. Swimming as far as I could go it continued to go on. “It must be an aquifer,” I said when I returned to the surface, “An underground river or lake that’s breached the surface. You’ll never run out of water here.” 

Over meals they told me their plan to stay, that there was nothing else for them out there. The silver-haired girl was, I learned, a believer in a strange religion, though the wastelands had no shortage of strange religions. I didn't know if she was the prophet of these new beliefs or if there was a cult somewhere else that believed the same. She spoke often of a Goddess, a Sacred Mother. She explained with great devotion that her deity was the font of life, and she celebrated all life, all creation. 

I was careful around my hosts, mindful of their new customs. Five beautiful women would have reason to be suspicious and fearful of any man. It was fair to say they were making their own rules to live by here. 

Over time my body recovered and my strength returned. I felt better than I had in a long time.

One night the tent flap opened and the silver-haired one entered the tent to join me. “It’s time,” she whispered. She got under the blankets with me and felt my arousal immediately. We kissed, her lips were soft and her mouth sweet. She gasped and groaned when I entered her and I feared she would wake the others. “Be my big bull,” she whimpered, her legs locked around me. She stayed with me for a while, and we had sex a few times before she left. 

A couple of weeks later the mood shifted. I hadn’t said anything, but the women kept their own counsel. When I was bathing in a small pool another woman found me. She stared at my nakedness before she joined me. Her curly, black hair laid flat once wet, her full breasts pushed into my chest as she kissed me. We had passionate sex in that pool, clinging to one another. 

Not long after that the silver-haired woman began to show her pregnancy and the truth was out. She beamed, “We must rebuild and the Goddess has given us this Eden to start anew.” She would visit me, and abandon privacy. I would sometimes catch glimpses of the others watching or listening to us. One by one they invited me to join them or found me in a private moment. 

The silver-haired woman grows bigger and bigger every week, and now she’s not alone. She says the Goddess has blessed her with more than one baby for her devotion. She is winning me and the others to her cause more every day, and now we all want to build a new world… 

Thank you for reading my prompt! The premise is pretty straightforward, survivors in a post-apocalyptic world find a haven and begin to create their own community. You may note that the prompt was lightly inspired by Mad Max: Fury Road, not many of the details, just the desert and the women. 

You can play one character or multiple. If you don't like the idea of one man and multiple women we can work out that others come to the settlement over time. 

I like the idea of building something new, worldbuilding, and the establishment of this fertility/breeder cult. 

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