Chapter 25: Invitation to the tribe
The sun was warm on their backs, but Allen didn’t feel it. Not really. Not with Fina pressed up behind him like she was trying to melt into his skin. Her tail wasn’t just teasing anymore—it was caressing, coiling up his thigh with slow, deliberate intent. Every flick of fur was a filthy little promise whispered just under his clothes.
"You keep teasing me like this," Allen muttered, voice ragged, "and we’re gonna have a problem."
Fina’s breath tickled his neck. "Oh no, Allen," she purred. "We already have a problem."
Before he could answer, she shoved him—gently but firmly—into a nearby thicket, hidden just off the path. The trees swallowed them in leafy shadows, birds scattering from the sudden movement.
"Hey—!" he started to protest, but she was already sinking to her knees in front of him, hands going straight to his belt like a woman on a mission.
"You’re walking around with this hard-on like I’m not supposed to do something about it?" she growled playfully, tugging his pants down in one fluid motion.
Allen barely managed a breath before his cock sprang free, thick and achingly hard, the cool air like a slap that only made the throbbing worse. Fina licked her lips.
"Well, hello, troublemaker," she cooed. "You’ve been dying to come out and play, haven’t you?"
Allen opened his mouth to crack a joke—something about how he didn’t expect a forest blowjob to be on today’s itinerary—but the moment her tongue flicked out and tasted him, words died in his throat.
Fina didn’t tease. Not anymore. She opened her mouth wide and took him in, slow and hungry, her lips sealing around his shaft like she was making a claim. Allen groaned, his hips twitching forward, his hands tangling in her thick wild hair.
"Fuck, Fina..." he breathed, biting back a moan. "You’re—ngh—insane."