You tell the Hunter there's a virgin who needs bred (Success)

You struggle to hold back your groans of building pleasure, "N-nearby… there's a virgin who wha– NEEDS cunted. He needs bred. Hgn..." You wince, "w-will you oblige?"

There's silence.

Then the hardening cock is slowly dragged out of your well used asshole. It exits with a "SCHLRP", still slick with his own cum. A trail of liquids connect his throbbing cock to your gaping hole.

Right above his dick, on his pelvis, is a hexagonal womb tattoo. It's similar to the one you gave the baker however slightly different. This mark signals him as a breeder within your hive. After he consumes some honey, he'll be able to impregnate any man in your hive.

You finally get a good look at the man. Standing abnormally tall for a human at 3 meters (9'10'') in height. He's muscular with some scares adorning his chiseled torso and limbs. Around his back is the pelt of a ferocious beast. Around his neck is a choker with runes etched into it. They glimmer chartreuse in the sunlight. A language you can't quite read. His feet are bare and shins protected by leather.

He growls. "What direction?"

You point due west and he promptly scoops you up into his arm. Once again, you're snuggled against his pecs. They glisten in the afterglow of last night's sweat and sex. He begins walking in the direction you pointed.

You smirk before latching onto his nipple. Playing with his nipple with your warm inviting mouth. He lets out soft grunts and begins picking up speed. First jogging then full on sprinting his way towards the barn.

Suddenly he stops. Raising his head, he sniffs the air. "We're close. I can smell him. I can smell a fertile boy begging to be bred." Resuming his mad dash.

Sweat beads over his body, it's succulent as you lap away at his chest. His powerful musk once again emanates off of him and mixes with your sweet pheromones. It's intoxicating for the both of you.

The Hunter quickens his pace.

Finally, the two of you arrive at the crimson barn. He easily whips open the large creaky door and barges through.

"Home sweet home~" you chuckle.

The farmer is right where you left him. Cozy and sound asleep on his stomach on the softest hay. He's lying there peacefully. Blissfully unaware of the massive musky hunk looming over him. Pre drips from his cock. It drools onto the farmer's freckled cheeks. The hunter's cock is furiously twitching, demanding to be let loose. To breed this slutty twunk into next week.

The mighty hunter is at your command. The hunter's womb tattoo shimmers. He's waiting on you, his liege, his king, to give the command and let him ravage his first breeding for the hive.

How shall you conduct it?