NTR: Stealing wives in Another World-Chapter 27: Double standards

The path stretched ahead of them in a lazy curve, sun filtering through the canopy above like nature itself was hungover. Allen walked with his hands behind his head, a little bounce in his step, still basking in the afterglow of corrupting someone's entire marriage.

Then his curiosity kicked in like it always did.

"Hey, Fina?"

"Mmh?" she replied, mouth full of the smoked jerky she'd 'liberated' from a windowsill two villages back.

"You ever met an elf?"

She blinked, chewed for a second, then gave him a sideways glare. "Why're you askin' about elves?"

"I dunno," he shrugged. "Heard they're real elegant, long ears, super pretty. Like, mysterious forest babes with silky voices and legs for days."

Fina narrowed her eyes, tail flicking once behind her. "You wanna fuck one, don't you?"

Allen grinned. "I mean... can you blame me?"

She scoffed. "You're unbelievable."

"You're being kinda racist right now," he teased. "Judging an entire species just 'cause they might have dumptruck asses hiding under those robes."

"I'm not racist," she shot back, smirking. "I'm territorial."

"Oh, so now I'm your property?" Allen asked, stepping closer.

"You bent a housewife over a table while I waved itchy leaves at her nipples. I earned that claim."

Allen laughed. "Can't argue with that logic."

Then, just as Fina took a smug step ahead of him, he reached out and grabbed a handful of her ass—firm and round under the pitiful remains of her wind-shredded feather skirt—and gave it a gentle slap.

Smack.

A perfect ripple shivered across her brown, toned cheek.

Fina let out a surprised squeak, then gave him a sly look over her shoulder. "You tryna distract me with ass play?"

Allen winked. "I succeed?"

"Almost."

"Anyway," he went on, sliding up beside her again, "if elves are really that graceful and mysterious, then you just know they've got dark, kinky little secrets. All that ancient wisdom? Probably includes seventeen ways to tie someone up with moss."

Fina groaned. "You're a menace."

"Look me in the eye and tell me you wouldn't watch."

She looked him dead in the face. "Only if I get to hold her ears while you break her in."

Allen blinked, then grinned wide. "You're the best wingwoman-slut-wife anyone could ask for."

Fina proudly flipped her hair. "Damn right."

They continued down the trail, Allen still daydreaming about pointy ears and moonlight moaning, Fina still half-naked and completely unbothered by the breeze lifting what little of her skirt remained.

Somewhere far off in the forest, an elf probably felt a shiver run down her spine.

Trouble was coming.

And it had a cock like a war hammer.

——

They were walking along a dusty forest path again, leaves crunching underfoot and the smell of wet bark thick in the air. Allen, as usual, was busy spinning a stick between his fingers like he was bored and horny at the same time—a deadly combo.

Fina, just ahead, twitched her ears and suddenly veered toward a roadside sign nailed to a crooked tree.

"Huh," she mumbled, reading the faded text. "'Warning: avoid southern ridge trail—recent sightings of Lapinite activity.'"

Allen perked up. "Lapinite? That's the rabbit girls, right?"

Fina gave a noncommittal shrug. "Mmhm. Floppy ears, big hips, insane stamina."

Allen's eyes lit up. "Go on..."

Fina gave him a look. "Don't make that face."

"What face?"

"That 'I'm already imagining a bunnygirl reverse-cowgirl marathon' face."

"...Okay, maybe a little."

Fina rolled her eyes and kept walking. "Figures. Everyone gets like that when it comes to Lapinites. They're the pretty beastkin. Soft voices, fluffy tails, and they don't grow claws. So humans don't see them as a threat."

Allen jogged to catch up. "So, what? Humans simp for them instead of enslaving them?"

Fina snorted. "Basically. They get fancy jobs in noble houses or courtesan work. They're still treated like property, but it's... wrapped in silk and compliments. Unlike the rest of us."

Allen frowned. "And by the rest, you mean—"

"People like me," she cut in, flicking what was left of her feather skirt. "Beastkin with fangs, claws, or muscles? We get labeled wild. Dangerous. Dirty."

Allen gave her a side glance. "You are a little dirty, though."

Fina smirked. "Yeah, but that's by choice." fɾēewebnσveℓ.com

There was a pause. Wind blew a few strands of her hair across her face. She didn't brush them away.

"Y'know," she said softly, "I don't hate the Lapinites. Not really. I just hate how humans look at them like pets and the rest of us like animals."

Allen was quiet for a beat.

Then: "Want me to fuck a rabbit girl out of spite?"

Fina burst out laughing.

"You are unhinged."

"Unhinged and deeply committed to beastkin equality," he declared with a hand over his heart. "I believe all beast girls deserve toe-curling orgasms and freedom from oppression."

Fina snorted again, leaning against his side. "You're such a perv."

Allen slapped her ass again with a soft smack.

"You love it."

She wiggled her hips in reply.

"I do love it."

They kept walking, dust rising around their feet, heading south toward the trail the sign warned them about.

Because of course they were.

There were rumors of bunny girls.

And Allen had a moral obligation.

To investigate thoroughly.