You awaken in the cellar still, surrounded by your wives

It was a long, long night with them all. You fucked each of them, one after the other, and then as they recovered and the cum took its toll on their mind, you found they wanted more, exhausted and broken as they were. You obliged them.

One after the other after the other, in all positions, against the wall, pinned beneath you on the ground, held against your strong chest or upside down, you taught the women you were their master and you were who they lived for.

Now you awaken and smile contentedly. Pleasantly sore from the exertion, you're comforted by the warm bodies of your wives, all of them atop you being unable to stand not being in contact with their new master. Martha was spread eagle across your chest, her head nuzzled up beneath your chin. The twins Marie and Gwen were snuggled up tight against your sides, resting their heads on your biceps as your hands rested on their perfect asses. The mother and daughter, Jennie and Valerie, are both nestled up between your spread legs, their faces pressed against your soft member, and you can feel them breathing in and out quietly as they sleep. Emma is sprawled across your side as well as Anna, the two having had to settle for just being as close to you as possible.

As pleasant as it is, being buried under your new wives and used as their mattress, you're starving and need to take a piss. You grunt as you sit up, muffled protests coming from the girls as you slid out carefully from under them, staggering to the ladder up and pushing aside the heavy barrel you'd used to block their escape, pulling yourself up. Blinking in the light, you exit the ruined building and look around. Somehow, things seem brighter. Having a good place to start your own tribe, several wives of your own, and the food and water of a small town all to yourself seemed to make things just look more cheerful than they had been yesterday.

You walk to the well and pull up an overflowing bucket, lifting it to your lips and draining it in no time, dropping it back down to the water and repeating the process. Again and again... you feel like you haven't had a drink in months. The cool water wakes you up further and your mind clears from the breeding haze that had overtaken you, and had persisted until this morning as you slept in the cellar surrounded by fertile women and the stink of sex.

As you drop the bucket down again and wipe your mouth, satisfied, you sit on the stone edge and take a deep breath of that sweet morning air, enjoying the feel of the wind on your nude form. Why bother with clothes, after all?

You can now think of what you want to do, where you should go from here...