The village square still reeked of milk and sex—Rena sprawled on the cobblestones, chest heaving, tits glistening with her own cream and Shabi's spit, pussy lips swollen and dripping. Mila knelt beside her sister, gently licking stray drops of milk from Rena's nipple while whispering soft praises. The crowd hadn't dispersed. If anything, more women had arrived—drawn by the moans and the scent of fresh conquest. Fairy girls hovered overhead, tiny wings buzzing like excited bees. A cluster of elf maidens stood at the edge, fingers already teasing their own slits under sheer dresses.
Shabi stood in the center, naked, cock still rigid and slick from Rena's squirt. He wiped his chin with the back of his hand, tasting the last of her milk, and looked around at the sea of flushed faces.
"Alright," he said, voice hoarse but grinning like a maniac. "Who's next? I've got two hands, one mouth, and one very confused dick that's apparently on a mission to repopulate the planet. Step right up, ladies—no waiting list required."
Kira—the foxkin with the fluffy orange tail and sharp canines—darted forward before anyone else could move. Her ears twitched, tail swishing wildly, eyes gleaming with predatory mischief.
"Me," she declared, voice playful but edged with hunger. "But not here. Too easy. I want to hunt you first."
Shabi raised an eyebrow. "Hunt me?"
Kira circled him slowly, tail brushing his thigh, then his ass, then teasing the underside of his cock with the soft fur tip. "Chase me through the alleys. Catch me. Claim me. If you win… you get to fuck me wherever you catch me. In public. Hard. No mercy."
The crowd murmured in excitement. A few women clapped. Someone whispered "She's fast…" with a mix of awe and lust.
Shabi laughed—loud, disbelieving. "Truck-kun really went all out. First milking in the square, now a public fox chase. Fine. Let's play tag, vixen."
Kira grinned, showing teeth. "You have until the count of twenty. Then I run."
She bolted.
Shabi blinked once—then sprinted after her.
The village wasn't huge—winding dirt paths, thatched cottages, narrow alleys between buildings—but Kira was a blur of orange fur and lithe muscle. She darted around corners, tail flashing like a flag, laughing wildly. Shabi chased, lungs burning, cock bouncing painfully hard against his stomach. Villagers lined the paths, cheering, some touching themselves as the pair streaked past.
"Get her, male!"
"Pin her down!"
"Make her scream!"
Kira ducked into a tight alley between two storage sheds—barely wide enough for one person. Shabi followed, scraping his shoulders on the walls.
She spun at the dead end, back against the rough wood, chest heaving, skirt hiked up to her waist. Her pussy was bare—no panties—plump lips already slick and parted, clit swollen and peeking out. Tail curled around her own thigh like she was holding herself open for him.
"Caught you," Shabi panted, stepping close enough that his cock brushed her stomach.
Kira's eyes sparkled. "Now claim your prize, idiot hunter."
He didn't waste time.
He grabbed her wrists, pinned them above her head against the wall with one hand. His other hand shoved between her thighs, two fingers plunging straight into her dripping cunt.
Schlick-schlick.
Kira yelped, then moaned, hips bucking forward. "Yes—fuck—rough—!"
Shabi finger-fucked her hard—curling, twisting, thumb mashing her clit in brutal circles. Her tail thrashed, wrapping around his wrist like a leash, pulling him deeper.
"You like being chased and caught, don't you, little fox slut?" he growled against her ear. "Running around with your cunt dripping, begging to be pinned and bred in some dirty alley while the whole village listens."
Kira whimpered, legs spreading wider. "Yes—yes—breed me—fill me—make me your bitch—!"
Voices drifted from the alley entrance—women watching, whispering, moaning. Someone giggled. Another called out encouragement.
Shabi released her wrists, spun her around, and bent her over a stack of wooden crates. Her tail lifted high, exposing everything—puffy pink pussy, tight little asshole winking above it.
He slapped her ass—hard.
Slap!
Kira yelped, then moaned louder.
Another slap. Another. Her cheeks turned pink, then red.
"Count them," he ordered.
"One—two—three—thank you, master—!"
He slid his cock along her slit, coating himself in her juices, then thrust in one brutal stroke.
Schlick.
Kira screamed—pleasure, not pain—back arching, tail wrapping around his thigh to pull him deeper. Her walls were molten, rippling, gripping him like a vice.
Shabi fucked her like he was trying to break the crates.
Slap-slap-slap.
Each thrust forced a wet squelch from her cunt, juices dripping down her thighs, splattering the dirt. He reached around, grabbed one perky breast—smaller than the cowkins' but firm and sensitive—and pinched her nipple hard.
Kira came almost immediately—pussy clamping, squirting in short bursts that soaked his balls and the ground.
"Fuck—yes—cum in me—mark me—!"
Shabi didn't hold back.
He slammed deep, groaning as he unloaded—thick ropes painting her insides, overflowing, dripping out around his shaft in creamy white streams.
When he finally pulled out, cum bubbled from her gaping pussy, running down her legs. Kira sank to her knees in the dirt, panting, tail still twitching.
Shabi looked up—half the village had followed. They stood at the alley mouth, eyes glazed, hands busy between thighs.
He grinned, wiping sweat from his brow.
"Next?"
A petite fairy girl fluttered forward, barely the size of his hand, wings shimmering. "Me… please… I want to drink from your tip while you rest…"
Shabi laughed—breathless, delirious.
"Truck-kun… you're spoiling me rotten."