"Batter!? Do not call it that, I'm just a regular rabbit-folk guy, okay?

Whatever Coella has told you is wrong, probably, what did she tell you. . . ?"

Waking up almost immediately upon hearing the word hubby from an unfamiliar voice. He practically jumped out of bed.

"H-Hold on a minute, not another one! Coella was great, and then that chocolate vixen came. Now, who are you!?"

His hips bucked instinctively, sinking himself deeper into her. His sack already clenching, filled with the cream her coffee needed.

"I-I have not been eyefucking you! If anything, you've been- ngha~!"

He couldn't finish his sentence as the warm, tight, heavenly embrace of her folds wrapped around his length. Immediately, he began to drool, and behind him, his fluffy tail twitched.

"H-Haaa~ you. . . Vixennnn~"

—

the moment his hips pushed forward, the moment that virile length pushed into her fertile fields.

"Y-You-! Ngh-! Only so I can stop people from staring!"

Biting his bottom lip, trying not to drool over those spread lips. Poor. . . poor Max, his length was twitching violently, already drooling precum as the tip kissed her lips. He was blushing, pounting, but his embarrassed expression melted—

Ack-!

Can't they at the very least do this in private like a proper married couple!? The jealous stares he gets from every bunny in town make him. . . well make him harder-

they rule over sex and fertility.

Some even say the reason males in their society are so virile is due to a blessing placed on them by one of these gods. . .

🖌: He'll do exactly that! Then probably completely melt into a puddle of non-stop pleasure.

🖌: I do! But bunny is still gonna pout.

Male rabbit-folk often choose a nomadic lifestyle due to this. Often living the life of an adventurer, traveling between villages until one lucky woman claims her bride.

What happens next is kept secret from outsiders, but rumors say it's a week or even month of. . . breeding.