The night had fallen fully now, stars scattered like spilled diamonds across the black velvet sky. Shabi lay in the wheat field beside Lira, still buried inside her, cock softening slowly as their combined fluids leaked out in lazy pulses. Lira's silver hair fanned across his chest, her pointed ears still flushed, breathing steadying after the last of her aftershocks. She traced idle circles on his stomach with one finger.
"You ruined me beautifully," she whispered. "I'll never walk through the village the same again. Everyone will smell you on me."
Shabi chuckled, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "Good. Branding's important in farming. Now you're officially my elf field slut."
A distant roar shattered the quiet.
Low. Rumbling. Animalistic.
The ground trembled faintly—once, twice—then again, closer.
Lira sat up sharply, robe forgotten, breasts heaving. "Gnolls. A raiding pack. They come every few moons when the harvest is ripe. They take crops… and women."
Shabi propped himself on his elbows, cock slipping free with a wet plop, cum dripping from Lira's swollen pussy onto the wheat. "Gnolls? Like hyena people?"
Another roar—much closer.
Shabi stood, naked, still half-hard, looking toward the village edge where torchlight flickered and shadows moved fast. "Alright. Time to test if Truck-kun gave me cheat codes."
He started walking—fast—toward the commotion. Lira hurried after him, robe flapping open, not bothering to close it. The rest of the harem converged from different paths—Mila and Rena jogging side by side, tits bouncing; Kira bounding on all fours; Elara zipping overhead, vibrator still humming, forcing little squeaks from her.
They reached the village perimeter just as the first gnoll burst through the treeline.
It was massive—easily two and a half meters tall, furred like a hyena, spotted brown and black, muscular arms ending in clawed hands, a thick mane around its neck. Behind it, five more—smaller but still dangerous—snarled and spread out, eyes glowing yellow in the torchlight.
The village women had formed a loose defensive line—spears, pitchforks, a few bows—but their hands shook. Three hundred years without men meant no warriors. Only fear.
The lead gnoll locked eyes on Shabi—naked, unarmed, cock still glistening—and laughed, a wet, barking sound.
"Fresh meat," it snarled. "Male. Rare. We take him. Breed the females on his corpse."
Shabi cracked his neck. "Buddy, you picked the wrong night to raid. I just creampied an elf princess in a wheat field. My mood is *excellent*."
He stepped forward.
Power surged—unfamiliar, hot, like liquid fire in his veins. Mana. The same thing that had awakened after his first cum inside Vara—no, wait, that was the old timeline. Here it was after Mila. Whatever. It felt like his body finally remembered it was the strongest thing in this world.
He moved.
One step—suddenly he was in front of the lead gnoll.
The beast swung a massive paw.
Shabi caught it mid-air—easily—twisted. Bone cracked like dry wood. The gnoll howled.
Shabi didn't let go.
He yanked the arm forward, spun behind the creature, and drove his fist into its lower back—once, twice. Spine shattered. The gnoll dropped, twitching.
The other five charged.
Shabi laughed—loud, manic.
"Truck-kun, if you're watching—this is for every overtime shift!"
He blurred.
One gnoll went down with a knee to the throat—cartilage crunching.
Another caught a spinning backfist to the jaw—teeth flying like confetti.
The third tried to flank him—Shabi grabbed its mane, slammed its face into the dirt, stomped once. Skull caved.
The last two hesitated.
Shabi didn't.
He charged the nearer one, leaped, drove both knees into its chest—ribs snapped inward. It collapsed, gurgling.
The final gnoll turned to run.
Shabi appeared in front of it—mana-boosted speed making him a blur.
He grabbed its throat, lifted it off the ground one-handed.
"Look at me," he said calmly.
The gnoll's yellow eyes widened in terror.
"You came to raid my farm. My girls. My pussies." Shabi's voice dropped. "Wrong choice."
He squeezed.
Neck snapped.
The body dropped.
Silence.
The village women stared—open-mouthed, some still holding spears, others touching themselves unconsciously.
Shabi turned back to them, chest heaving, cock fully hard again from the adrenaline.
He spread his arms.
"Who wants to celebrate?"
Mila and Rena were first—dropping to their knees in front of him, mouths open, tongues out.
Kira pounced from the side, tail wrapping his thigh. "Fuck me—now—while the bodies are still warm. Let them watch you claim your fox again."
Lira stepped forward, robe gone completely, pussy still leaking his cum. "Take us all… right here… on the battlefield. Breed us in front of the dead."
Elara landed on his shoulder, trembling. "And let me drink… from the tip… while you do it."
Shabi looked at the sea of faces—horny, awed, dripping.
He grinned.
"Line up, sluts. Your idiot farmer just won his first raid. Time to collect the spoils."
He grabbed Kira first—bent her over the nearest gnoll corpse, tail high—and slammed back into her dripping cunt.
Schlick.
Kira screamed in delight.
The village cheered.