NTR: Stealing wives in Another World-Chapter 16: Fundamentals (18+)

The sun was high. The village smelled like fruit peels, sweat, and bad decisions. Allen stood in front of a curious crowd of beastkin with a stick in one hand and the most reluctant assistant on Earth—Mirka—sitting on a smooth rock beside him, looking like she regretted everything.

"Alright," Allen began, "today's lesson is about what happens before the stick goes in the hole."

The beastkin men blinked. One scratched his head.

"...You mean before mating?"

"YES," Allen said. "You don't just grab her and ram it in like you're a beast on a timer! There's... build-up. Foreplay. That means touching, kissing, teasing."

One of the girls in the crowd, tail twitching, scoffed. "Try telling Raffo that. He climbs on like a drunk goat and falls asleep before I even feel anything."

Another one raised her paw. "Last week, mine tried licking my foot and thought that counted."

A third girl sighed dramatically. "They just wanna stick it and bounce. Like my pussy's a door they need to knock real quick."

"YES!" Allen shouted, spinning to point at them. "This—THIS is what I'm fixing today!"

He turned back to Mirka, who already had a visible blush on her cheeks. "Mirka, I'm gonna touch you now, gently. Like this—" he slid a hand along her inner thigh, slow, careful, not even reaching the good spots yet.

Mirka shivered and let out a soft, shaky, "Nnnnhhh~~..."

The crowd gasped. One girl's jaw dropped, and she immediately started drooling. "She made a sound?! Already?!"

Allen kept talking. "Touch, okay? Not grab. You're not trying to yank a carrot outta the ground."

He traced a small circle with his fingertip on Mirka's lower belly. Her legs twitched, her ears flopped slightly, and she gave a louder, breathy moan—"Mmmnnnhhhhhh~... aaahn~...!"

The girls leaned forward like hypnotized cultists.

"Why's this hotter than when I actually mate?" one muttered.

Cherry, legs crossed tightly, grumbled, "My mate just thrusts like he's killing a snake."

Fina, standing off to the side, narrowed her eyes. Her tail fluffed up. Her Allen was making another girl moan in front of the whole village and she was NOT okay with it.

Allen continued, unfazed. "You gotta warm her up. Like starting a fire. If you just toss your cock in cold, it's gonna be like slapping meat on ice."

More drooling. One girl wiped her mouth and whimpered. "That sounds... nice. Fire sounds nice..."

Allen touched just a little higher—near Mirka's hip, soft and slow. She trembled and moaned again, biting her lip.

"Mmnngghh~ aaahhhhn~ y-you're barely touching me and—!"

"Exactly!" Allen shouted to the guys. "You don't have to go full thrust monster. Just learn her body. She's not a puzzle box, she's a garden—tend it."

"Why does that sound so romantic?" someone whispered.

Fina finally stormed over, her expression dangerous. "Okay, that's enough," she growled.

Allen blinked. "Huh? I'm still demonstrating—"

She grabbed his head and shoved it straight into her soft, bouncy chest. "Demonstrate THIS."

"MMMPPH—"

Fina smirked, boobs jiggling around his face like smug pillows. "You wanna touch someone, you touch your woman. Mine. My tits. My Allen."

Allen, still muffled, let out a confused noise. "Mmmf?!"

The crowd stared, half-shocked, half-jealous.

Cherry looked at Zena. "You ever get mad enough to suffocate your man with titties?"

Zena sighed dreamily. "No, but I'm considering it."

Mirka, still blushing but now smirking, crossed her arms. "You're just mad I moaned before you could."

"I'm mad you moaned on my man's fingers!" Fina snapped.

Allen finally pulled back, gasping for air. "Okay—anyway—the point is: this stuff matters. Foreplay. It's not just fun—it makes everything better. For her and for you."

He pointed at the dudes. "You learn this, you don't just get laid—you get worshipped."

A low chorus of gasps and tail flicks spread through the women.

Allen glanced at Mirka. "You okay?"

She gave a little shrug. "Honestly? I haven't felt this good in weeks. You got, like, fire hands."

Fina leaned in with a jealous pout. "You haven't felt all of him yet..."

The girls in the crowd just started whispering.

"Think he gives private lessons?"

"I'd fake a rash just to get those fingers near me."

Allen rubbed his forehead. "I'm creating a monster village of horny, leaf-educated, foreplay-craving catgirls."

Zena gave a lazy smirk. "And we're loving every second."

Fina wrapped herself around his arm. "They can look. But I'm getting the real deal later."

Mirka snorted. "Just make sure you actually foreplay this time."

Fina bared her teeth. "Oh, I will. With tongue. And everything."

Allen held up a leaf like a peace treaty. "Everyone chill. Foreplay is not a competition. It's... a journey."

And just like that, the tribe took their first step toward understanding the lost art of the coochie pre-game.

The lesson was barely over before half the village square turned into a full-on coochie lab.

Allen had stepped back, wiping his hands like a chef after a gourmet dish. "Alright, that was the basics. Now go home, practice with your partners, maybe light a candle, put on some—oh wait, right. No music here. Just... hum, I guess."

But nobody left.

Instead... the girls looked at each other.

Then at themselves.

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Then—like some ancient feral instinct had been awakened—they started experimenting.

Right there.

Zena was the first. She sat cross-legged, stuck a paw down her loincloth, and poked experimentally. "Wait... this part right here? That's the one that made Mirka moan, right?"

Mirka was still blushing and panting from earlier. "Yeah—like, just above the slit. Little bump. If you rub it light, it's like... mnnngghhh~~ yeah, that..."

Zena's ears twitched. She poked again.

Then again.

And then—

"Ahhh~! Wh-Why does that feel illegal?!"

Allen's eyes went wide. "Oh no."

Cherry, already two fingers deep in her own leaf skirt, gasped. "It's like I've been missing out on life!"

One by one, the girls started getting brave, their fingers going exploring, guided by Allen's earlier pointers.

"Rub in circles, right?"

"Wait, faster made mine go numb—slower, slower—ooohhhhnnn~!"

"I didn't even know I could squirm like this!"

Allen took a slow, cautious step back.

He was surrounded. Girls moaning, gasping, discovering parts of themselves like archaeologists unearthing ancient treasures—except the treasure was their own damn clits.

"Fina," he whispered, tugging on her arm. "I think I broke the tribe."

Fina was red in the face, biting her lip, thighs pressed tight together as she tried to maintain some dignity. "You didn't break them," she hissed. "You awakened them."

More moaning.

"Mmmhhhhnnnn~! Ohh stars, it tingles!"

"Does anyone else feel like their pussy's trying to say thank you?!"

"Mine's doing the twitchy thing again!"

"Mine made a squeak noise! Is that normal?!"

Allen groaned, hands on his head. "I gave them a coochie awakening. I'm a prophet now. A prophet of pussy."

Mirka was full-on laid back on the rock now, one leg up, moaning into her own arm. "Mmmmmmnnnff~~ I should've been doing this every day..."

A catgirl named Polla suddenly sat bolt upright, eyes wide. "Wait. Is this why Allen always makes Fina sound like she's dying in a good way?!"

Fina, flustered, shouted, "THAT'S PRIVATE!"

But too late. The tribe had entered the moan zone and there was no going back.

Zena was now half-humping her hand like a confused virgin spirit possessed by horny rage.

Cherry accidentally slid herself off her crate from how hard she was squirming.

One of the older beastkin girls moaned so loud it made a squirrel fall out of a tree.

Allen threw his arms up. "Okay! Class dismissed!"

No one stopped.

Allen sighed and turned to Fina. "They're gone. They've ascended. They're discovering the clit like it's the Holy Grail and I'm not strong enough to stop them."

Fina grabbed him by the collar, cheeks puffed with jealousy. "You're mine first tonight. No more demos on other girls. You're gonna use those hands where they belong."

Allen gulped.

More moans in the background.

A girl screamed, "I'M SEEING STARS AND I HAVEN'T EVEN BEEN TOUCHED BY A MAN!"

Another yelled, "WHY DOES MY OWN FINGER FEEL BETTER THAN RONDO'S DUMB COCK?!"

Allen blinked slowly. "...I fear I have just started a horny matriarchal revolution."

Fina pulled him into her chest again, voice smug. "Then be a good little leader and get ready to serve the queen."

As Allen suffocated in softness and echoing coochie-joy moans filled the village air, he had only one thought:

"...I should've taught agriculture instead."