NTR: Stealing wives in Another World-Chapter 41: She’s bad at it(18+)

The cave was quiet. Soft beams of early morning light filtered in through the cracks above, painting warm gold across the rock walls and casting long, lazy shadows. Somewhere in the distance, water dripped, slow and steady.

Allen was dead asleep. Limbs sprawled, breath deep and even, one arm thrown over his face, the other resting near his stomach. He was completely naked, of course, cock lying soft but heavy across his thigh, still slightly messy from the previous night’s caveman breeding bonanza.

Then—something touched it.

Light. Gentle. Almost reverent.

He stirred a little, brow twitching. A soft breath hitched from his throat.

Then it happened again—this time, a little more deliberate.

A tongue.

Wet. Curious. Warm.

Lick.

Allen’s brow furrowed. He blinked open one eye blearily and looked down.

Rinni.

She was nestled between his legs, cheeks pink, her soft little hands wrapped around the base of his cock like it was her favorite morning snack. Her eyes were wide with curiosity and hunger, her tongue darting out again to taste the tip.

Lick.

His cock twitched.

Rinni gasped and pulled back slightly, but her hands didn’t leave him. Her face was practically glowing red, but her fingers gave a soft squeeze anyway.

Allen coughed once—dry and sleepy.

Rinni froze.

Her ears shot straight up, twitching like panicked radar dishes. She looked up at him slowly, her face somewhere between "oops" and "please don’t stop me."

"Morning," Allen rasped, voice thick with sleep. "What the hell, bunny?"

Rinni immediately went full blush overload. "I—I w-woke up early and—and you looked so... so soft—and twitchy and—and I couldn’t help it—!"

Allen groaned and rubbed a hand over his face. "You couldn’t help molesting my morning wood?"

"I-it wasn’t molesting!" she squeaked. "I was just... greeting it!"

Allen raised an eyebrow. "With your tongue?"

She made a tiny squeaky noise and ducked her head, her lips pressing a shy kiss to the base of his cock. "I... I missed it..."

His cock twitched again—very much awake now.

Rinni blinked at it. "He missed me too..."

Allen snorted, trying so hard not to laugh. "You naming my dick now?"

She nodded solemnly. "I call him Mr. Stretchy."

Allen lost it.

Laughed full-on, groggy and amused, head falling back against the cave floor. "Gods, you’re a menace."

Rinni grinned shyly, then leaned forward and gave the tip a slow, warm lick. Her breath was hot, her tongue eager, and her fingers squeezed around the shaft like she was holding a gift from the heavens.

"I just wanted to say good morning," she whispered, before pressing another kiss to the tip.

Allen looked down at her, that lazy post-sex grin already starting to creep across his face again.

"Well," he said, voice dropping low, "you’ve got its attention now."

Rinni’s cheeks turned cherry red, but she didn’t stop.

Not even close.

Rinni looked up at Allen like she was asking permission with her whole face.

Allen stretched lazily, then reached down and gave her ear a playful flick. "If you’re gonna kiss it that much, you might as well put it in your mouth."

Her eyes went huge—like he’d just asked her to swallow a sword.

"R-right now?"

Allen smirked. "No, bunny. Next Tuesday."

Rinni gave a squeaky little nod, adjusted her position, and slowly—very slowly—lowered her mouth over the tip of his cock.

She got, like... an inch in.

Then stopped.

And just kind of... stared at it. In her mouth.

Allen blinked. "You okay there?"

"Mmph."

She bobbed her head a little.

It was... not great.

A little too much teeth. A little too much "wet goldfish panic." Her tongue was doing something, but Allen couldn’t tell if it was worship or a nervous tic. Her cheeks puffed out, her ears flopped forward, and she gagged dramatically on barely half of it.

He patted her head gently. "Alright, easy there, carrot cake. It’s not a whole vegetable."

She pulled off with a pop and pouted, stroking it with both hands. "I-I don’t know what I’m doing..."

"Yeah," Allen said, not unkindly. "I noticed."

He sat up a little, voice going mock-instructor. "Okay. Start by relaxing your jaw. Don’t bite it like it owes you money. And try using your tongue—like this." He made a swirl with his finger.

Rinni nodded seriously. "Swirl it. Got it."

She dove back down.

Immediate improvement: less teeth, more tongue, a little messy but cute as hell.

Still, it was kinda like being serviced by a very determined squirrel.

Allen was about to give her more tips when—

"Seriously?" came a groggy, annoyed voice from nearby. "You two are already at it again?"

Allen looked up.

Fina was propped on her elbows, hair a mess, her tits jiggling slightly with every sleepy breath. She rubbed one eye and gave them a death glare. "You horny freaks didn’t even let me wake up before the next round started?"

"She started it," Allen said, pointing down to the bunny.

"Mmph!" Rinni tried to protest, dick still in her mouth.

Fina sighed and sat up more, wincing slightly. "Ugh, my pussy’s still sore from yesterday. We were supposed to leave for the fox tribe this morning, remember?"

Allen blinked. "Oh yeah. Rinni’s idea, right?"

Fina nodded. "East of here. Mountains. Big tails, good food, hot baths, and apparently they’re not racist."

Allen groaned, leaning back. "Right. You mentioned that yesterday."

"We all did," Fina said, crossing her arms. "But then you bred both of us into the cave floor like a maniac and we lost half a day."

"Correction," Allen said, gesturing lazily. "You begged to get folded in half. Rinni asked to be slapped harder. I was just a good listener."

Rinni popped off his cock again, gasping. "C-can we still go?"

Fina raised an eyebrow. "Not if you keep sucking dick instead of packing."

Allen shrugged. "We’ll leave after breakfast. Bunny-blowjobs count as breakfast, right?"

Fina rolled her eyes, grabbing her feather skirt from the ground. "I swear, you two are gonna make us late again."

Rinni looked up, cheeks pink, licking pre-cum from her lips. "But... I wanted to get better..."

Fina groaned. "You’ll have plenty of time to practice on the road, okay? Let’s go meet some sexy fox girls and pretend to be normal for five minutes."

Allen stretched with a smirk. "Define normal."

Allen leaned back on his elbows, watching Rinni try her absolute best to suck him off like she was auditioning for Head Bunny of the Year.

She was still clumsy. Still a little awkward. But godsdamn if she wasn’t enthusiastic—eyes wide, tongue swirling, cheeks hollowing with every bob. Drool leaked down her chin, mixing with pre-cum as she worked both hands on his shaft like she was polishing a divine relic.

Allen groaned low in his throat. "Fuck, bunny... you’re gonna make me—"

That was all the warning he gave.

Rinni didn’t slow down—if anything, she sucked harder, mouth sealing around him like she wanted to drown.

Allen grabbed her head with both hands.

"Take it," he growled.

Then thrust.

One, deep, rough shove down her throat—his cock pushing past her limits, choking her, burying himself right to the base as he came.

Hot.

Thick.

Endless.

Rinni gagged hard, her throat spasming around him as ropes of cum blasted straight down her gullet. Her ears twitched violently, eyes fluttering back with that blissed-out, used expression she was starting to wear like a badge of honor.

She loved it.

Allen held her there, hips twitching, groaning as the last few spurts filled her mouth, the taste leaking out past her lips and dripping onto her chest.

"Fuck..." he panted, finally easing his grip.

Rinni gasped and pulled back with a wet slurp, coughing once—and immediately swallowing everything with a cute, shuddery little gulp.

"I... I swallowed all of it..." she whispered, stunned.

Allen looked smug as hell. "Good girl."

Fina, meanwhile, stood nearby, arms crossed, glowering.

"Really?" she said, one brow twitching. "You choke the bunny on cum and leave me to air-dry?"

Allen turned to her with a lazy, post-nut grin. "Jealous?"

Fina pouted harder. "Yes."

He stood up, stretched with a groan, and walked over to her—completely naked, cock still glistening.

Leaning down, he whispered right into her ear, voice low and dangerous.

"When we get to the fox tribe," he murmured, "I’m gonna bend you over the nearest hot spring and wreck that tight little pussy of yours. Hard. Until your legs shake. Until you’re crying into the steam and begging for more."

Fina’s whole face turned red.

Her tail puffed slightly.

And her pout turned into a shaky little smirk. "...Fine. But you’re carrying our bags."

Allen kissed her cheek. "Deal."

Rinni finally stood up, still wiping her mouth, giggling softly. "Fox tribe time?"

Allen nodded, grabbing his pants. "Let’s go find some sexy, big-tailed neighbors."

Fina sighed, adjusting her skirt. "And try not to fuck anyone on the way there."

Rinni glanced at Allen’s cock again.

"No promises," she said with a wink.