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"See! I said the hunt would go without a hitch! Even with us lugging this deer around..."

Crima nodded at me, the Wolfkin lugging the deer carcass over her shoulders and carrying it through the fields of the Ranch, unbothered by the blood that occasionally dripped from the slit throat and punctured lung, and it seemed to only fuel her on more as she instantly split away and made her way to the agreed upon grassy space to begin preparing the deer for harvesting.

As she did that, I went inside and washed up, setting my leather armor aside and getting it ready to be washed tonight, while donning the all too familiar and comfortable denim overalls overtop a simple red cotton shirt and a pair of loose shorts, getting into my usual outfit as I went back outside and began to tend to the crops.

There was a lot to do still with the soil, and the primary hope that I had was to have the entirety of the Ranch seeded by the end of tomorrow at the latest, since I still had some patches to clear up and needed to get to work on properly caring for the soil.

Additionally, I needed to create a compost bin that I'd store all that grass and other organic waste into to create compost fertilizer, which would make everything grow a bit better and give me even more of a yield to work with going forwards.

I was looking forwards to seeing the Ranch tomorrow though, since that was when the initial yield of wheat should be ripe and ready for harvesting; as soon as I could make my own flour and bake my own bread, I think I would be absolutely ecstatic and prepared for when the eggs hatch in a couple of days.

Additionally, it would give me the mental freedom to pursue some more draining tasks since I would now have some real food being produced reliably, meaning I could afford to go after bigger and more intense projects like repairing the manor, repairing the barn, breaking down those boulders that we had rolled off of the soil and off to the side...

Marking out the land for each crop type was something I also needed to start doing, and once I got a good idea on the rough yield per crop and could create an estimate on what I could and couldn't produce, and from there I would also need to figure out what I was doing for storage.

Things had long shelf lives out here on the Frontier thanks to their abundance of Nature Mana sustaining them, but they still needed proper storage and care to remain fresh and good for a long period of time; wheat was an easy thing to store since I would just be grinding it down into flour no matter what, but corn and potatoes..?

Potatoes could go for around a month, maybe two months if I stored them in the basement, which was cooler and less humid, but corn might last a week by itself, if not a week and a half...

So what can I do for that..?

Shuck it and store the kernels in the fridge for now, I guess, whilst also making cornmeal to join my flour reserves; it was a bit sweeter and made for some good, delicious bread on its own...

Cornbread...

Salivating slightly for a moment, I blinked and shook my head free of the thought of different kinds of bread... .

Rye bread sounded excellent too... with some juicy venison, some tomato slices, a couple of pieces of lettuce...

Oh, I really should get a Chickenkin and some mustard soon to make mayonnaise, and that... that would make the perfect sandwich...

And if I grew some tea made it, and then cooled it down in the refrigerator, added some lemon juice and chilled it with some ice cubes...

That... honestly almost sounds better than sex right now...

Almost.

Still, as I placed the last seed into the soil and wiped away the sweat, I glanced up at the setting sun and nodded, feeling happy with another day spent getting this all going; it was something that made me proud and excited for the future, to see where this Ranch of mine would go.

Of course, after I finished I got up and went back inside, continuing the rest of the chores as I got to washing the clothes from the last few days and hanging them up, only for Crima to come in and wrap her arms around my waist.

"Master... the venison is all~ prepared to be cooked and stored away... do I get a reward, Master~? Or do you want the reward for being such a good shot earlier~?"

Kissing my neck, Crima rubbed herself against my butt and ran her hands up around my body, eventually sliding them beneath the overalls and beneath my shirt, grabbing at my boobs directly and making it quite clear what she preferred at the moment...

And honestly, as she slid the straps off my shoulders and let the overalls fall to the ground, before pulling off my shorts, I was perfectly alright with leaning over the washbasin and letting the Wolfkin slip her cock inside my pussy, her hands pawing at my ass as she started to fuck me hard right away.

"Master... oh Master~! You feel so fucking excellent... can I get you pregnant already~? Can I? Please, let me get you pregnant!"

Leaning over me, Crima pounded her hips against my ass, shifting her hands from my ass to my tits as she whispered "Then I can be the one to milk you instead... I know you don't need~ to let our pup suckle, but your body still produces milk... and Goddess knows I'll do everything to make sure it doesn't go to waste..."

Pinching my nipples, Crima continued to tease me and make love to me wildly that night, her hands constantly on my body as we emptied our balls into one another over and over again... be it on the table, on the floor, in the bath, and then finally back downstairs, on our bedding.

To say that there was a guarantee I wasn't pregnant - or that Crima wasn't - was very hard to say, even more so when I looked down at the Wolfkin's muscular back and ran my hands over it, all while my sperm gushed from my cock and filled her womb.

It... was hard to say indeed, about as hard as I was when she used her toned ass to push me onto my back and lifted my hips, turning around and fucking me again even as my cum trickled down her thighs.