NTR: Stealing wives in Another World-Chapter 56: Peeping tom(18+)

Rinni was flat-out wrecked.

She lay boneless in the corner of the hut, twitching in the afterglow of a brain-melting orgasm. Cum dripped steadily from her gaping pussy in fat, creamy strings, pooling under her thighs in a sticky mess. Her mouth hung open, eyes barely focused, a dazed little smile tugging at the corners of her lips.

Allen didn’t get long to admire his handiwork.

Because Fina was already climbing on top of him, straddling his cock like she was born for it. Her tail flicked once behind her, ears perked, and then she slammed down on him with a loud, squelchy schhlk.

"Ohhh fuuuck yes," she gasped, hips grinding in tight circles. "Still so hard... still so deep. You’re gonna split this kitty open, aren’t you?"

Allen grabbed her hips and growled up at her. "Damn right I am."

She bounced—fast and filthy—tits jiggling, ass slapping down with every thrust. The wet sounds of her pussy swallowing him filled the hut.

Slap—schlk—slap—schlk—slap—schlk!

"Yeahh—fuck yes! Break this tight little pussy open! Ruin me, Allen!"

His cock slammed up into her again and again, and Fina was just eating it up—moaning, clawing at his chest, hips rocking with feral rhythm. Beneath them, Rinni whimpered softly, still gushing from her overstimmed bunny cunt, cum leaking out in steady drips.

Allen’s eyes drifted toward the entrance of the hut—and then he saw it.

A shadow.

Just outside the flap.

He froze for a second, his rhythm stuttering. Fina noticed and moaned breathlessly, "Don’t stop now, baby. I’m so close... I wanna cum all over your cock... again..."

But Allen’s eyes stayed locked on the silhouette behind the hide curtain.

And then he saw it.

A hand.

Moving.

At their crotch.

His gut twisted with realization. Someone was out there—watching. Jerking off.

He didn’t say a word. Just gritted his teeth and thrust up into Fina even harder, slamming into her with wild, punishing force.

SLAP—SLAP—SLAP!

The sound of wet fucking filled the hut like music—Fina’s pussy sucking his cock in, Rinni whimpering on the furs, and Allen grunting with every thrust.

But the shadow didn’t leave.

Fina’s ears twitched, picking up the faintest sound beyond the flap. Her eyes narrowed. Still riding him like a champion, she panted, "Someone’s... watching us."

She didn’t stop moving. She climbed off slowly, Allen’s cock popping free of her drenched slit with a messy shhlop. A flood of cum spilled out, running down her thighs in hot rivers, trailing onto the floor with wet little plaps.

Her legs were shaky, her pussy visibly gaping and leaking—but she stalked toward the hut’s entrance anyway, swaying like a cat in heat.

She yanked open the flap.

And froze.

There—bathed in moonlight—was the foxgirl from earlier.

The one who had delivered their food.

She stood frozen, eyes wide, one hand still shoved into her robes between her legs. Her lips were parted. Her face was flushed. And her fingers? Soaked.

Fina blinked. Then smirked.

"Well well well..."

Allen, still sprawled on the furs, cock standing proud and wet, raised an eyebrow. "Looks like someone enjoyed the show."

The foxgirl didn’t speak—just stood there, trembling, her hand slowly withdrawing from under her robes, glistening in the firelight.

Fina stepped closer, cum still dripping between her thighs, her voice low and dangerous.

"Wanna see it up close next time?"

The foxgirl froze, her eyes darting wildly between Fina’s predatory smirk, Allen’s towering, still-hard cock, and the utterly wrecked sight of Rinni sprawled on the furs. Rinni’s legs were splayed wide, her pussy gushing thick streams of cum that trickled onto the floor in wet splats. Fina’s own thighs were streaked with Allen’s seed, dripping steadily onto the dirt as she stood there, her tail flicking lazily behind her.

"I-I—uh—" the foxgirl stammered, her face burning bright red. She tried to take a step back toward the hut’s entrance, but Fina’s claws shot out, grabbing her wrist before she could bolt.

"Not so fast," Fina purred, her voice dripping with playful menace. "You’ve already seen the show. Might as well stay for the encore."

The foxgirl trembled, her tail curling tightly around her leg as she glanced nervously toward the entrance. "I—I really need to get back," she stuttered. "M-my husband will be home soon—he’ll be back from hunting—"

Fina tilted her head, her smirk widening. "Husband, huh?" She leaned in closer, her breath warm against the foxgirl’s flushed cheek. "Then what were you doing out there? Watching us? Touching yourself?"

The foxgirl’s ears flattened against her head, her hands clutching at the folds of her robes as if to shield herself. "I-I wasn’t—" she started, but the wet glisten on her fingers betrayed her.

Allen chuckled darkly from the furs, his cock twitching at the sight of her trembling. "You weren’t, huh?" he said, his voice low and teasing. "Because from here, it sure looked like you were enjoying yourself."

The foxgirl’s wide eyes flicked back to Rinni, who was still lying in a cum-soaked haze, her chest rising and falling with shallow breaths. Then to Fina, whose dripping pussy was on full display as she stepped even closer.

"Please," the foxgirl whispered, her voice barely audible. "I—I have to go. I didn’t mean to—"

Fina cut her off with a sharp laugh. "Didn’t mean to what? Sneak a peek? Get all hot and bothered while we fucked our little bunny slut senseless?" She tugged the foxgirl’s wrist, pulling her fully into the hut. "If your husband’s out hunting, he won’t miss you for a while. Why don’t you stick around? Get a closer look at what you’re missing."

The foxgirl stumbled forward, her feet barely moving as Fina guided her further inside. Her wide eyes locked on Allen as he sat up slightly, his cock still glistening with Fina’s juices, thick and proud.

She whimpered softly, her legs trembling. "I—I can’t... He’ll know. He’ll smell it on me."

Allen raised an eyebrow, his grin wolfish. "Then you’d better clean up before you go back, huh?"

Fina laughed, releasing the foxgirl’s wrist to place her hands on her hips. "Or maybe," she said, her voice dripping with mock innocence, "you’ll decide you don’t want to go back at all."

The foxgirl’s breath hitched as her gaze darted between them, the heat in her cheeks spreading all the way to her neck. She opened her mouth to protest, but no words came out.

And Allen, watching the way her knees shook, the way her eyes flicked to his cock despite herself, knew they had her.