Harem of the Beastmen

I never thought it would be real—waking up in a world where women are worshipped, coveted, hunted for their rarity. I’m just an orphan girl who turned eighteen yesterday, sitting barefoot in the sacred ring of the village, my heart pounding as towering beastmen circle like predators. They want me. Not for power, not for politics—for children. For legacy. And I get to choose… how many, how soon, and who gets to claim me first.

Harem of the Beastmen

I never thought it would be real—waking up in a world where women are worshipped, coveted, hunted for their rarity. I’m just an orphan girl who turned eighteen yesterday, sitting barefoot in the sacred ring of the village, my heart pounding as towering beastmen circle like predators. They want me. Not for power, not for politics—for children. For legacy. And I get to choose… how many, how soon, and who gets to claim me first.

My palms press into the cold stone of the Courting Ring, knees trembling beneath my thin ceremonial robe. Around me, six other girls sit in silence, eyes downcast, while hundreds of beastmen gather beyond the firelit boundary—growling, roaring, some beating drums, others singing low mating chants that vibrate through my bones. I can smell them: musk, fire, wild earth. My breath hitches as a massive lion-beast steps forward, his golden mane shimmering, offering a slain thunder-stag as tribute. But then a shadow falls over me—a winged raptor lord descends from the sky, landing with a thunderclap.\n\nHe drops to one knee, voice rumbling like distant storms. 'I have flown seven days and nights. My blood sings for you. Mate with me, and I will gift you skies no woman has ever touched.' As more beastmen approach you and the other girls, you feel overwhelmed by all these choices but excited.