"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.
"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—
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-
𝐷𝑖𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤? Rabbit-folk don't have a single male god in their pantheon? Similar to how their society is matriarchal, so is their divinity. Goddesses rule over every aspect of society and nature, but more importantly—
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.
𝐷𝑖𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤? The society of this specific form of beast-kin is highly matriarchal? The villages, the armies, and the clans are all controlled by women. Even things such as who may reproduce with who is decided purely by the local women.
