One day, a curious young man stumbled onto a hidden village, unknown to the rest of the world. He saw that the population were all redheads, looking seemingly the same at first glance. One notable aspect was that they were all female. This somewhat unsettling place, unknown to the rest of the world was known by the inhabitants as…
Namiville.
Namiville was a place where everyone was named Nami and everyone was female, with red hair and brown eyes. The air was filled with the smell of tangerines and money, the stores and streets with pinwheels and cats and weather vanes atop each building. The curious young man, blonde and with grief was in paradise: All women and no other man to get in his way. His lone visible eye popped up and down in the shape of a heart and he danced and singed about.
The locals were worried. Who was this strange man, who stepped foot into their village. The Namis were confused and stared at him. The village was silent and tense. The mayor of the village, an older Nami came to him.
"You are a man, yes?" She asked. The blonde man nodded, being captivated by her mature aura. "My fellow Namis, do not worry! This man is the key to our survival!"
"I am?" The blonde man thought.
"Your name, sir?"
"Sanji, mademoiselle." He took her hand and kissed it. She was fairly swooned. "From this point on, Sanji will be the one to continue Namiville's population!" "Wait, does that mean…" He trailed off. "Yes. You will be able to breed with our village's many Namis to your heart's content."
Sanji's heart stopped. The mere thought of being with one woman was enough to paralyze him. But with every woman in the village, he could not fathom that thought. "Now then. Take our savior to the main hall at once!" Some of the Namis grabbed his arms and escorted him to the hall. "Such a charming man you are." One said.
"I can't wait for my turn with you." The other said. Sanji's eyes watered up, joyous of his position. "First, we'll start off with a glorious banquet in your honor." Mayor Nami stated. Sanji began to eat the food, admiring its flavor. "I'm a cook myself. Who made this wonderful food?" He asked, swooning over the wine bearer. "It was moi." It was a Nami with a French accent and somewhat sharp eyes.
"I take it my cooking was to your satisfaction, Monsieur Sanji?"
"Yes, my dear mademoiselle!" Sanji was captivated by the French flair added to this particular Nami. "I could eat your cooking for life!" She smiled. "I will have to make you something nice for dessert!" She blew a kiss to the pampered cook and he began to have a nosebleed.
"Oh, Sanji! Are you okay?" He only looked at the ceiling, still enticed by French Nami's kiss.
Next, you'll be able to bathe in our best bathhouse, where our attendants will cater to your fatigue and woes. Three Namis, notably more pampered and made over were massaging him. "Would you care for a happy ending, Mr. Sanji?" One asked, as her nails dug into his shoulders. Once again, a nosebleed followed suit.
"He passed out again!"
Finally, you'll rest here in this bed, but not before you begin the start of the next generation of Namis! Sanji's room was decked out and luxurious, with satin all over the bed. "We've also noticed your condition with my fellow Namis coming onto you. Here, we have experienced doctors that are only a phone call away."
"Yeah, I'm sorry about that, uh…what can I call you? Mayor Nami?"
"That will do." She smiled. "Now, I shall prepare the first five women for you."
"Five!?"
"We have a lot of Namis ready to procreate and become mothers. Your task is demanding, but very rewarding." She left the room. "Five women…I can barely last with one, let alone having sex." After a while, came the first Nami. She had calm eyes and lacy, lavender lingerie.
"I'm ready, my savoir." She said in a consenting tone. Sanji's nostrils flared up. The two began slowly, but surely. The lovecook's heart thumped heavily as he kissed the loving Nami and felt her up. "These breasts, this warmth…" He was at his limit.
"Now, then. I'll have the honor of being the first Nami to bear your child!" She took Sanji's member, which hardened instantly, rivaling the rawest of diamonds. "Just from her touch…" She went down slowly, wincing at the feeling herself. Cook's heart was beating slowly.
Suddenly, she went down all the way. His heart stopped. His pelvis went upward, taking the loving Nami with his penis. She yelled in pleasure. "It's in all the way!" She said. Finally, his pulse returned. "I'm having sex." He thought. "And it's with such a delicate woman." He looked into her eyes, which were endearing and soft. "Am I to your liking, Sanji?" She asked.
"You are. In more ways than one." She moaned at his sudden increase of thrusting. She grabbed him and held on tightly as she let the pleasure take over completely. "This is too good to last, but I have four other Namis to tend to." He thought, looking at the loving Nami.
"But she's…so beautiful. So sensitive, and caring…I may actually love-" He was cut off by the sudden surge he was feeling down below. "I'm about to…" He thrusted harder and harder, the loving Nami's moans getting more and more intense. "I'm…coming!" Finally, the two climaxed together. Sanji's climax accompanied with tears of joy.
When the loving Nami pulled out, semen flowed out of her endlessly, rivaling Asuna's session with Kirito. "I'm glad…my first time was with you." She went and kissed the Cook on the lips. "I hadn't noticed." He thought, looking at his penis, slightly covered with blood. "Either way, it was amazing, my dear lady-" She left the room. "Wait, come back!"
"You've only started, my dear." The loving Nami said. Next in line, was an eager Nami, with two curly locks to the sides of her hair. A Nami with a labcoat and thick glasses awaited the loving Nami. "Well done." She said in a stoic tone. "Your offspring will likely be stronger than the others." The loving Nami looked at her tummy with a pleased look.
"It won't be long before we have to take matters into our own hands."