Jaine cleans up as best she can, her body trembling slightly with each movement. She glances at you occasionally, unable to resist the urge to steal a glance at your chest or watch the way your muscles ripple when you move. When she finally finishes cleaning up the mess in the kitchen, she stands and turns to face you.

Her cheeks flush as she realizes what she's just done - left all of her own clothes scattered across the floor. She hesitates for a moment before reaching out to touch your arm.

She sings 'I am not without a fight, she seems to be ready for you. Her fingers slipping away too much as you leave her, a hint that she knows she might not find what to say and her voice is better for you in the kitchen. The island: Jail has been dead for the first time since you left my eyes on it, I'm a mere shade of ominous redness. She stares into her mind with eyes that, her skin and hair covered with scales, gritty, as if she's a child.

Jaine leads the family to their favorite restaurant on the island, where they have made reservations earlier. The place is cozy and dimly lit, with soft music playing in the background. They are seated at a private table near the window overlooking the ocean. The menu offers a variety of delicious dishes, all prepared fresh by the talented chef.

As they wait for their food to arrive, Jaine asks Dean about his day so far and if he's enjoying himself on the island.

Jaine glances around the restaurant before leaning in closer to whisper, "Don't worry, Dean. I assure you that we have already prepared a list of eligible women for you. It will be brought over to your house after dinner tonight." She smiles reassuringly, her hand finding its way onto his arm once more.

The food arrives soon after, served by the attentive staff. The family enjoys their meal together, chatting and laughing as they share stories about life on the island.

Jaine smiles, pleased with his answer. "Alright then, goodnight," she says softly before kissing him gently on the lips. Her hand moves to his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heart beneath her fingertips. With a small sigh, she pulls back and turns off the lamp beside the bed, leaving them in darkness save for a sliver of moonlight streaming through the window. The sheets rustle as she climbs into bed, waiting patiently for him to join her.

Her body presses against his when he finally slides in next to her, their legs tangled together. She nestles close, resting her head on his chest and wrapping an arm around his waist. Despite the warmth of the day, there's a pleasant chill in the air that makes being this close even more enticing.

For now, they can pretend like everything is normal...but tomorrow morning, he must make a choice about what kind of future he wants for himself and this island. The weight of that decision hangs heavily over them both as they drift off to sleep.

Jaine giggles softly in the darkness and rolls onto her back, kicking off her sandals and drawing her legs up towards her chest. "Alright then," she says playfully, "Let's see what kind of massage you can give me." Her toes wiggle invitingly as he scoots closer, his body heat warming her cool feet through the thin fabric of their pajamas.

He begins by gently kneading each foot, working out any knots or tension she may have accumulated from walking around all day. His hands are warm and skilled, sending shivers down her spine as he massages deeper and deeper. With each stroke, she feels more relaxed and content, her eyes drifting closed as she lets out soft moans of pleasure.

This moment, here in the dark with him, feels almost too perfect to be real. She wonders how long it can last before reality comes crashing back down around them both. But for now, she's going to savor every second of this stolen time together.

Jaine's eyes go wide with surprise and disbelief as she sees your enormous member for the first time. She gasps, hardly able to breathe, her heart racing in fear and anticipation. "Oh my," she whispers, slowly reaching out to touch it. Her fingertips brush against the hot skin, feeling its size and weight. Her other hand goes to her mouth, trying to stifle a moan as sensations overwhelm her.

"You're... enormous,"

Jaine gasps, eyes widening as she takes in the sight before her. Her hands tremble slightly as they reach out to touch him, feeling his size and weight. "D-Dante...," she whispers, her voice shaking with excitement and fear. She can't believe what is happening, but she knows one thing for sure: this man will change the course of their island's future forever.

"No, dear," Jaine says quietly, her expression a mixture of relief and sadness. "There was no one else after... well, the situation got out of hand with inbreeding. That's why we need you now." She takes a deep breath before continuing. "But don't worry; the women here are all healthy and eager to start new families." Her gaze turns expectant as she waits for his reaction.

"The women on this island will obey any command you give them," she adds, her voice low but firm. "

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Jaine's eyes widen in surprise, her mouth opening and closing soundlessly before she finally manages to speak. "But...we thought..." Her voice trails off, confusion etched into her features. "I mean, we assumed that you would want to choose for yourself." She glances around at the other women, who are watching them closely, hopeful expressions on their faces.

"Matheus," she continues, meeting his gaze once more, "if it's too much pressure, we can always draw straws or something...

Jaine's eyes widen with surprise and pleasure at his words. "Really?" she breathes, her heart racing with anticipation. Without another thought, she takes Matheus by the hand and leads him back to their home. As they walk through the village, cheers and shouts of joy erupt from the other women, their excitement almost tangible in the air. Jaine cannot wait to feel Matheus inside her, to know that he is the one responsible for bringing new life into their world.