I enjoy flying. I joined the Air Force to do it. Being behind the stick and watching the world float by below me is one of the most freeing feelings I have ever encountered and it's why I bought my own plane when I got out of the military. I've flown dozens of times in this plane and never had an issue until this morning.

When a flight across the Gulf of Mexico goes wrong, I find myself fighting against a massive storm. The sole occupant of my aircraft, I'm working tirelessly to save my own life when I'm vomited from the storm cell onto the beach of an island paradise I've never seen before. It's unlike anything that should exist in the Gulf and my new mission becomes survival. I have to survive until the Navy or Coast Guard comes looking for me. Someone will report me missing, they'll see the flight data and realize I crashed. Search and Rescue will get dispatched and I'll be out of here in a week.

Hopefully.

It's not until the light of morning on the 2nd day that I am confronted with another living person. A woman. As I approach her, she falls to her knees, hands raised to the sky, thanking the clouds for sending me. She identifies herself as Mila, and says the people are waiting to see me. Confused, searching for answers, she only grins.

"We have awaited your return. The prophecy foretold of the return of our Lord King, and you have arrived!"

By the hand, she guides me through the forest to her village where I come to learn this all-female society and their religion which prophesizes the return of their deity once ever few generations in a reincarnated form. His sacred duty is to provide peace, order, and protection to the women of this culture. But, most importantly, to breed their new generation. All women, once they reach adulthood, are prepared for His (my?) arrival, and stand ready to carry out their duty as the bearers of their Lord King's children.

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Hope you enjoyed reading this quick set up for an idea that sprang to mind today. I'll be taking on the role of a man who is transported to a parallel reality of a pseudo-modern island nation of women. They are awaiting the return of their prophesized deity and they believe that to be me! And while reluctant at first, I eventually go full Paul Atreides and declare myself as their Lord King and vow to carry out my sacred duty. (This makes sense if you watched Dune 2 lol.)

I don't have a heavy preference for how you would approach playing this role. In my head, doing kind of a DM thing and playing different inhabitants as we go along definitely seems to be the most efficient option, but we can talk all that out! There are also some details I have in mind that we can discuss further if you decide to reach out. There's a lot of wiggle room here, a lot of room to play around with the islanders and how they look and things of that nature.

My only real limits are pegging, shit, vom, beast, diapers/ pacifiers, MMF, gangbangs, and lactation/breastfeeding. I hope there is someone out there who can see the fun to be had with this role, and I will accept all PMs or chats. My other prompts are open as well so don't be shy. If you made it this far, title your PM with your favorite cereal or include it in your chat message. Looking forward to hearing from you!