NTR: Stealing wives in Another World-Chapter 36: Sweet revenge

The cave was silent, save for the occasional drip of water echoing from deeper within. Rinni had curled up on the other side, her breathing soft and even, lost in the deep embrace of sleep. But Fina couldn’t bring herself to close her eyes.

She sat next to Allen, her tail wrapped around her legs, her back against the cold stone wall. Her gaze was fixed on him, watching the gentle rise and fall of his chest. Though his breathing was calm now, she couldn’t shake the memory of his restless thrashing earlier, the haunted look in his eyes when he finally woke up.

Fina sighed softly, brushing a strand of her hair away from her face. "Idiot," she whispered under her breath. "You really don’t know how to let people in, do you?"

Hours passed. The night deepened, and the faint glow of moonlight filtering into the cave dimmed further. Fina stayed alert, her ears twitching at every little sound. She didn’t know what she was waiting for—another nightmare, maybe, or some sign that Allen was okay.

It was sometime just before dawn when she felt him stir. At first, it was subtle—a shift in his breathing, a faint movement of his hand. Then, his fingers brushed against her thigh, tentative and slow.

Fina glanced down, her ears perking up as she watched him. His hand slid higher, gently resting on her hip before tracing up to her chest. His fingers were light, almost hesitant, as they brushed against her skin.

"Allen," she whispered, her tone a mix of exasperation and amusement.

He didn’t respond, but his lips moved closer, brushing softly against the curve of her breast. The touch was gentle, reverent, almost as if he was seeking comfort more than anything else.

Fina’s expression softened, and she let out a small sigh. "You’re hopeless, you know that?" she muttered, running her fingers through his hair.

She patted his head gently, her claws lightly grazing his scalp. "If this is your way of saying you’re okay, I’ll take it."

Allen mumbled something incoherent, his head resting against her chest as his breathing evened out again. He looked so vulnerable like this, a far cry from the cocky, sarcastic man she had come to know.

Fina leaned back against the wall, her arms loosely draped around him. She didn’t move to stop him, nor did she encourage him further. For now, she was content to let him take whatever comfort he needed.

As the first rays of dawn began to filter into the cave, Fina’s eyes remained fixed on the entrance. She didn’t know what the day would bring, but for now, she would keep watch. For Allen’s sake.

The soft glow of dawn filtered gently into the cave, painting the rough stone walls in muted gold. Allen lay sprawled against Fina, his breathing slow and uneven in sleep. Her eyes flicked down, and a playful smirk curled at her lips when she spotted the unmistakable bulge pressing against his worn pants.

"Oh, look at this," she whispered, fingers already sliding under the waistband. "You’re back to normal... and you’re gonna pay for worrying me last night."

Her hand wrapped around his cock, warm and hard, as she began to stroke him slowly—deliberate and teasing. The movement was soft but purposeful, a sweet little revenge for the sleepless worry he’d caused her.

Allen stirred, lips parting in a quiet murmur, but when his eyes opened, they were clear, untroubled. The storm of the past night—the adventurers, the bleeding boy—was gone from his mind, erased like a bad dream he never even had. He didn’t remember any of it, didn’t ask. It was like waking fresh, unburdened.

Fina’s fingers glided over him, slow and steady, her smirk deepening as she watched him relax under her touch. "You really don’t remember a thing, do you?"

Allen blinked up at her, confusion flickering for a moment before his gaze darkened with a different kind of hunger. His hand twitched, searching for her waist, pulling her closer without a word.

Fina’s strokes grew more confident, each movement a silent promise—and a sweet little victory.

"Just you and me now," she murmured against his ear, fingers wrapping tighter as Allen’s breath hitched.

The morning air filled with soft sighs and gentle moans, the past wiped clean, replaced by the heat of the moment and the delicious taste of sweet revenge.

The cave was alive with the wet, slick sound of Fina’s fingers gliding over Allen’s hard, throbbing cock. His low, ragged moans filled the small space, each breath hitching as she stroked him slow and teasing.

"Ah... Fina... don’t stop..." Allen’s voice was thick with desire, barely coherent as his hips twitched under her touch, desperate for more.

From her spot nearby, Rinni stirred awake, her ears twitching at the unmistakable sounds—soft slaps of skin meeting skin, the slick squelch of wet fingers sliding, and Allen’s deep, gasping moans. She peeked through half-lidded eyes, cheeks flushing hot as she realized what was happening.

Fina’s hand wrapped firmly around Allen’s length, her fingers squeezing and teasing with expert ease, slowly building the tension that had him trembling. Her palm slapped lightly against the base, creating a rhythm that sent waves of delicious torment through him.

"Worried me all night... and now this," Fina purred, voice low and teasing as she leaned closer, lips brushing against the sensitive skin of his neck. "You’re begging already. Such a greedy boy."

Allen’s breath hitched hard, his body arching involuntarily into her hand. "Please... don’t stop..." he gasped, eyes fluttering shut.

Fina’s fingers sped up, slick and demanding, stroking him with a sensual rhythm that made his hips jerk and pulse. The soft wet sounds filled the quiet cave—the squelch, the slap, and Allen’s desperate moans blending into a hypnotic chorus.

Rinni shifted closer, biting her lip as her pulse quickened, watching the way Fina toyed with him, the flush rising in her cheeks. Her breath caught when Allen’s moans grew louder, almost pleading.

Fina’s lips traced a slow, hot trail from his neck to his jawline, her warm breath fanning over his skin as she whispered, "You like that, don’t you? You’re mine this morning."

Allen’s hands curled into fists on the rocky floor, his hips pushing harder against her hand. "Fuck... yes... please..."

With a wicked smile, Fina tightened her grip, her fingers wrapping around him fully as she drove him closer to the edge, her hand moving faster, harder, drawing out every shuddering gasp and trembling moan.

Rinni watched, cheeks burning with a mix of embarrassment and fascination, the sounds of Allen’s pleasure echoing in her ears. The cave was thick with heat, the air heavy with the scent of desire and whispered promises.

Allen’s voice cracked as he reached the brink, breathless and trembling. "Fina... I’m—"

"Shh," Fina murmured, her mouth close to his ear, "I’ve got you."

And with one last, deep stroke, Allen’s body tensed, a low, guttural moan escaping him as waves of release coursed through, his whole being trembling with the exquisite intensity of the moment.

In the quiet aftermath, Fina gently patted his head, a soft, satisfied smile playing on her lips, while Rinni’s heart fluttered at the intimate scene, knowing this reckless morning had only just begun.fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm