Reincarnated into a Femdom Fantasy World (18+)-Chapter 2: Reincarnated

He'd been so small in life, so insignificant, and now he was trembling under the gaze of this towering creature who looked like she could snap him in half without trying.

"W-where am I, what's happening to me?" he finally stammered, his voice shaking so badly it barely sounded like his own, each word laced with the dread eating him alive.

"You're in Valthera now," she purred, her lips curling into a smirk that revealed sharp fangs glinting in the dimness, her tone suggesting he'd stumbled into something far beyond his understanding.

Valthera—what did that even mean, where was that, how had he gone from a city street to this nightmare?—his mind reeled, grasping at fragments of logic that slipped away like sand.

"I—I got hit by a truck, I died," he blurted out, his voice cracking as the memory crashed over him again, the headlights, the pain, the lonely end he'd met.

He saw it all too clearly—the way he'd been flung like a ragdoll, the way no one had been there to care, the way he'd faded out with nothing to show for his twenty-one years.

Her laugh sliced through his spiraling panic, sharp and cold, reverberating off the stone walls as she tilted her head, studying him like a curious predator.

"Your beast claimed you, tore you from your world, and now you're here, delivered to us," she said, her words laced with a dark glee that made his skin crawl.

She stepped closer, her scent hitting him like a wave—leather, spice, and an overwhelming heat that drowned out the dampness, making his head swim with fear and something unnameable.

"You're mine now, little man, a prize in my domain," she declared, reaching out to tip his chin up with her long fingers, her touch firm and possessive, sending a jolt through his trembling body.

He flinched hard as a deep, guttural roar shook the walls around them, the sound vibrating in his chest and spiking his pulse into overdrive, his eyes darting toward the source.

"What's that, what's out there?" he squeaked, his voice high and pitiful, every nerve screaming at him to run even as his legs refused to move.

"That's my wyvern-kin sister, Korrith—she'll want to inspect you too," she replied casually, her smirk widening as she pulled a key from her belt and unlocked his cuffs with a deft flick of her wrist.

"Get up, pet, it's time you met the rest of us," she ordered, yanking him to his feet with a grip like iron, her strength making it clear he had no choice in the matter.

His legs wobbled beneath him, weak and unsteady as she hauled him toward a heavy iron door, his mind a chaotic mess of terror and disbelief—had he really been reincarnated into this?

The door groaned open, revealing a cavernous hall bathed in the flickering glow of torches, the air thick with heat and the same musky scent that clung to her.

Three more figures awaited him there, each one towering and imposing in her own right, their presence filling the space with an oppressive weight he couldn't escape.

One had scales glinting along her muscular arms, iridescent and sharp, catching the light like a dragon's hide, her clawed fingers flexing as she watched him.

Another stood wreathed in crackling violet magic, sparks dancing through her dark hair and arcing between her fingertips, her eyes glowing with an eerie, otherworldly light.

The third lounged atop a throne of polished bones, her long, sinuous tail flicking lazily against the stone, her posture relaxed yet radiating a quiet, lethal authority.

Tail?

All three turned their predatory gazes on him at once, their eyes glinting with a hunger that made his blood run cold, pinning him in place like a cornered animal.

"Fresh meat, how delightful," the scaled one purred, her tongue darting out to lick her lips, her voice a sultry hiss that sent a shiver racing down his spine.

Jake's knees buckled under the weight of their stares, dread pooling in his gut like a lead weight, his breath catching as his mind scrambled for an escape that didn't exist.

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He'd died alone and scared on a dirty street, a nobody with no legacy, no one to mourn him, his life snuffed out in a blink without meaning or purpose.

Now he was reborn into this—trapped in a world of towering, powerful women who looked at him like a toy, small and fragile and utterly out of his depth.

This wasn't a second chance at life, not some heroic fantasy where he'd rise to greatness—it was a nightmare, a twisted fate he couldn't comprehend.

He glanced up at the woman still gripping his arm, her smirk unwavering, her golden eyes boring into him with a mix of amusement and possession.

Her sisters began to close in, their steps slow and deliberate, the air thickening with their combined presence, suffocating him with every inch they gained.

Jake's breath hitched in his throat, his body trembling uncontrollably—he was theirs now, a plaything in their world, and he knew it down to his bones.

Every instinct screamed at him to run, to fight, to do something, but his feet stayed rooted, his mind blank with terror as they drew nearer.

He was dead once, and now he was alive again—but for what, and how long would he survive this?