NTR: Stealing wives in Another World-Chapter 27: Taste of curiosity(18+)

The fire crackled softly behind them, casting warm gold across skin and stone. Allen knelt just in front of Rinni now, his cock fully out, the thick shaft glistening faintly in the firelight. Fina lounged at his side like a smug cat, chin resting on her hand, golden eyes never leaving the trembling rabbit girl across from them.

Rinni hadn’t moved in minutes. Not really. Her hands still clutched her skirt like it was an anchor keeping her from floating away, but her eyes...

Gods, her eyes.

They were locked onto Allen’s cock with a stare that was far too intense to be called "accidental" anymore. And her lips, parted just slightly, had started to glisten too.

Fina noticed.

"Ohhh my gods," she said, voice husky with laughter. "Is she drooling?"

Rinni blinked, startled. Her hand flew up to her mouth, and she wiped her lips with the back of her arm—eyes wide, cheeks flaring pink. "N-no! I was just... it’s hot out!"

Fina leaned in, smirking. "Sure it is, bunny. So hot you’re salivating just looking at his cock?"

Rinni looked like she wanted to crawl inside the log and vanish. But her gaze flicked back down again anyway—drawn to the glistening bead of clear slickness still clinging to Allen’s flushed tip.

It shimmered in the firelight.

And her thoughts betrayed her.

What does it taste like...?

She bit her lower lip, hard. But the thought lingered. Salty? Sweet? Thick? Would it be hot when it hit her tongue? Would it make her feel full?

Allen caught the look. That soft, unfocused glaze in her eyes. The curiosity barely disguised as denial.

He shifted his knees closer—slowly, deliberately—and angled his cock upward, the head almost brushing her chin.

Rinni froze. Completely. Not breathing. Not blinking.

"Relax," Allen murmured. "Just the tip."

She let out a tiny squeak.

Fina watched like it was the best performance of her life. "Don’t worry, sweetling," she cooed, "he’s not going to shove it down your throat. Not unless you ask really nicely."

"I’m not—asking!" Rinni yelped, eyes never leaving the glistening tip now less than an inch from her lips. "I don’t—! I mean—I’ve never—"

Allen smirked. "It’s just a taste test."

And then, ever so gently, he let the tip graze her lower lip.

Rinni gasped—soft and sharp, her whole body twitching like he’d zapped her. Her thighs squeezed tighter, her breath catching in her throat.

The slick warmth smeared faintly against her lip, leaving behind a salty-sweet tinge of pre-cum, barely a dab—but enough. Enough to taste. Enough to burn.

Her tongue darted out on instinct. Just a flick. Just to... clean it up.

Fina moaned low. "Ohhhh she did it. She tasted you."

Rinni’s eyes went wide in horror, realizing what she’d done. "I—I didn’t mean to! It was just reflex—I wasn’t trying to—I mean—!"

Allen’s voice was low and calm, teasing at the edges. "So? What’s the verdict?"

She stared up at him, trembling. Her lips parted again, like she might say something—deny something.

But her tongue slipped out again, slow this time. She licked the corner of her mouth.

"...It’s warm," she whispered. Almost to herself. "Kind of... thick."

Fina leaned back and laughed, delighted. "Well well well, our little bunny’s got a taste now. What’ll she do next, I wonder?"

Rinni looked like she might pass out. But she didn’t pull away.

Didn’t say no.

And her tongue stayed out, just barely, like she was debating whether to lean forward and try again.

Allen’s cock twitched, heavy with promise.

Allen let his cock brush along Rinni’s lips again, slower this time—just enough pressure to smear more of that warm slickness against the soft curve of her mouth. She didn’t recoil. If anything, her lips parted slightly, barely perceptible, like her body was leaning into him before her brain could catch up.

The scent wrapped around her like steam from a hot spring—musky, rich, heady. Her nose twitched. Her breathing deepened. Her thighs squeezed again, tighter than before, and her fingers gripped the edge of the log like she might fall forward and never stop.

"Smells good, doesn’t it?" Fina purred from nearby, sprawled on her side, head propped in one hand. "I remember the first time I got a whiff. Thought someone had uncorked a sacred incense jar or something."

Rinni whimpered through her nose.

Allen gently slid the tip along the curve of her lip again. No pressure—just contact. A slow stroke like a painter dragging his brush across delicate canvas. Her lashes fluttered.

"Bet you’re thinking about putting your mouth around it now," Fina murmured, eyes gleaming. "Wondering how full your cheeks would feel. How heavy it’d lie on your tongue."

"I’m not!" Rinni protested—but her voice was breathy and unsure. Her lips, slick with pre-cum, glistened under the firelight.

Fina’s smirk widened. "You know what’s even better? He doesn’t even need to put it in to make you lose your mind."

Rinni blinked, stunned. "...What?"

"Oh yeah," Fina said, her voice almost dreamy now. "He’s got these fingers—gods, those fingers. And that tongue? He could have a whole den of beastkin girls howling before he ever even pulls his cock out."

Allen raised an eyebrow, mildly amused. "I wasn’t that good."

Fina snorted. "Says the guy who taught half my tribe what foreplay thing even was. Before you, we just climbed on and rutted like beasts. No teasing. No licking. No buildup. Just bam, bam, done."

Rinni stared, wide-eyed, cheeks flushed deep crimson. "You mean... there’s more before...?"

Fina leaned in closer to her, her voice warm and wicked. "Oh, little bunny. There’s so much more. He taught us how to touch. Where to kiss. What kind of pressure makes your toes curl and your tail puff."

"My tail doesn’t puff," Rinni whispered automatically—but her tail was twitching. Constantly.

"Doesn’t it?" Allen murmured, his hand brushing her thigh now—light, casual, dangerously close. "Bet I could find out."

Rinni’s breath caught in her throat. The head of his cock still hovered close—just grazing her parted lips, slick with need, the scent of him thick in her head. Her tongue darted out again. A small, guilty lap.

And then another.

And then she moaned—just barely audible. A soft, shameful noise like someone tasting a forbidden treat for the second time and realizing they liked it.

Fina grinned like a cat who’d just watched a bird hop into a cage and close the door behind itself. "Told you. Didn’t even need to put it in."

Allen chuckled softly, cupping Rinni’s cheek with surprising gentleness. "You taste good when you’re curious."

She didn’t answer.

Her lips were too busy parting again.