Rinni's lips parted again, eyes glassy and unfocused, still dazed from the taste of him. She didn't even notice how close she'd leaned forward—just a few inches now between her and the full weight of Allen's cock. Her breath came out hot and shaky, misting over the head as it pulsed right in front of her.
Fina leaned in close, brushing strands of white hair from Rinni's face with unexpected tenderness. "You know," she said in a low, sultry voice, "he's got this trick. You're gonna love it."
Rinni blinked. "T-Trick?"
Fina smirked. "Mmhm. He knows how to make a girl forget her own name with just his tongue. He once made one of our huntresses pass out just from kissing her inner thigh."
Rinni's ears twitched. "W-What? How—"
And that was when it happened.
The second her attention slipped, Allen moved.
A smooth, firm thrust of his hips—and the thick, slick head of his cock popped past her lips and filled her mouth in one swift, shocking motion.
