NTR: Stealing wives in Another World
Chapter 100: Maniacs

Chapter 100: Maniacs

Fina stood there for a moment—just drinking it in.

The silence, thick and sticky as the cum puddling across the floor. The heavy breathing. The broken moans. The wet plap of twitching holes still leaking proof of their ruin. And the smell—oh gods, the smell. A cocktail of sweat, pussy, ass, cum, and shame that clung to the air like incense in a blasphemous temple.

Her golden eyes swept across the room like a predator surveying a massacre.

Lady Rhelgar lay slumped over a toppled chair, her legs splayed indecently, dress ripped to rags, tits out, nipples raw, her pussy still gaping like an unsealed wound. Allen hadn’t even touched her yet—but the fear alone had made her leak. She was twitching, sobbing quietly, one heel broken, the other still on. A noble reduced to a leaking whore just by watching.

Veyna was twitching violently on the council table, her body still spasming from the orgasm that had wrecked her spine. Her stomach bulged faintly, skin glistening with sweat, Allen’s cum still drooling in fat globs from her gaping, abused cunt. Her mouth moved in silent prayer—or maybe just brain-dead gratitude.

Nyra, the proud foxkin elder, was face-down and ass-up, her cheeks spread wide by Allen’s previous cruelty. Her once-pristine tail was matted, soaked, ruined. Two fat, slick carrot stuck obscenely out of her asshole, twitching every time her body tried to clench. Her teeth clenched the leather strap Fina had shoved between her jaws. Her eyes? Glassy. Defeated. No fire left. Just a puddle of humiliation in fox form.

Elira was a collapsed heap in a corner, twitching with every breath. Kael had fucked her unconscious trying to reclaim some fragment of masculinity—and failed. Her legs were still spread, pussy red and stretched, a pool of cum soaking the floor beneath her like she’d pissed herself in shame.

And then there was Elder Lira.

Oh, Elder Lira.

Face down in a puddle of council cum, her once-proud robes shredded. Her ass was streaked with handprints, her back coated in sticky white layers like a used canvas. Her expression was frozen in disbelief—mouth open, eyes staring at nothing, like her brain still hadn’t caught up to the sheer depravity of being gangbanged by the very men she once ruled beside.

Fina started laughing.

Not a polite giggle.

Not a ladylike chuckle.

A full, unhinged, victorious cackle that rang through the air like bells at a funeral—one held for the last scrap of foxkin dignity.

She turned to Allen, eyes gleaming like a wolf who just found a pile of meat with no guards.

And she kissed him.

Hard.

Filthy.

Her tongue invaded his mouth like it belonged there—because it did—and she didn’t pull back until they were both panting, covered in sweat and the stench of domination.

Then she leaned in close, lips brushing his cheek.

And said, loud enough for the ruined room to hear:

"The fucking foxkins tried to sell me and Rinni as slaves to the Rhelgar family."

She turned slowly, voice growing sharper, crueler.

"That rotting cunt Lira sat in her stupid elder seat and signed the deal. Probably got her pussy licked by a noble while she did it."

Fina stalked forward, bare feet slapping the cum-slick stone, and pointed at the twitching, drooling Nyra.

"And that bitch," she spat, "tried to make you her toy. Told you to obey. Called you a pet. Tried to leash you like a dog and tell you to earn your freedom."

She stopped beside Nyra, crouched, and grabbed the carrot.

Nyra whimpered.

"Let me guess," Fina said mockingly. "You wanted him to be your good little cock sleeve, right? Wanted to use him, drain him, own him?"

She twisted the carrot slowly.

Nyra howled into her gag, thighs trembling.

Fina laughed again.

Fina laughed again.

"Now look at you."

She shoved it deeper, twisting it like a screw.

"You’re just a stuffed bitch on the floor with produce in your ass. And Allen? He’s sitting on a throne of whimpering whores with his girls on his lap."

She stood up and stomped one bare foot between Veyna’s legs, forcing a loud, wet splorch out of her ruined cunt.

"You all tried to break him."

Fina turned, facing the whole room, arms spread like a priestess preaching damnation.

"Now look what he’s done to you."

Behind her, Allen chuckled lazily, still seated on his throne of squirming maids.

Rinni was in his lap, trembling from his touch, thighs spread, pussy leaking shamelessly. One of Allen’s hands was still teasing her nipple, the other sliding down her stomach toward her soaked folds. She was already moaning under her breath—embarrassed and desperate and so fucking ready to be used in front of the furniture.

Fina looked back at Allen, practically glowing.

"I think we should celebrate," she purred, her voice honeyed filth. "Throw a party. A proper feast. We’ve got furniture. We’ve got broken nobles. We’ve got empty holes and ruined pride."

She licked her lips.

"Rinni can dance. I’ll pour drinks. You can pick a new slut to destroy."

Allen raised an eyebrow, smirking.

"Who’d you have in mind?"

Fina pointed down at Lady Rhelgar, who twitched when her name was mentioned, fear flashing across her ruined face.

"She’s still clean," Fina said darkly. "Still clenching her legs shut like she thinks her cunt’s worth anything."

Allen’s eyes gleamed.

"And Kael?" he asked.

Fina shrugged.

"He’s broken. Make him lick it up when you’re done."

Allen looked down at the twitching noblewoman on the floor.

Then at the shattered remains of a council chamber soaked in cum and shame.

Then back at his girls—his lap warm with sweat, moans, and worship.

He smiled.

"Let the celebration begin."

The celebration began not with a fanfare, but a whimper.

From the floor.

Lady Rhelgar.

Allen didn’t move at first. He just leaned back on his throne of squirming maids, his cock lazily twitching between his legs like it had its own arrogance. Fina was already refilling his cup—using a trembling elder’s mouth as the pour spout. She’d shoved the neck of the wine bottle down Lira’s throat and tilted her head back, letting the crimson liquid dribble over her tongue and out her lips into Allen’s goblet.

Every drop that missed hit her bare tits, rolling down in streaks of sticky wine and leftover cum.

"Sloppy service," Allen muttered, watching her gag on glass.

"She’ll improve," Fina replied with a smirk. "Or she’ll be the next table."

Rinni giggled, still straddling his thigh, grinding slow and subtle against his skin like she needed friction just to breathe.

But Allen’s eyes weren’t on them now.

They were on her.

Lady Rhelgar was trying to crawl.

Pathetically.

Her fingers scrabbled at the floor, nails cracked, dress bunched around her hips, bare ass flashing with every wriggle. Her legs were slick—some of it fear, most of it anticipation—and her face burned with the shame of wanting what she knew was coming.

Allen stood.

The maids beneath him groaned as his weight left them, their bodies trembling from hours of strain, their cunts still twitching around the cursed leaves that hadn’t been removed.

"Stay," Allen said to them, voice like a commandment. "Thrones don’t move."

He stepped over Lira’s shaking body, past Nyra’s carrot-stuffed ass, past Veyna’s still-gaping pussy—and knelt beside Lady Rhelgar.

She didn’t dare look at him.

Not until he grabbed her by the hair and dragged her head up.

"Look at you," he said, voice low, dangerous. "Highborn. Pure. Untouched."

She whimpered.

"And now? You’re on your knees in front of the man you tried to enslave."

Allen grabbed the torn fabric of her dress and ripped it down the middle, exposing everything—tits, stomach, trembling cunt soaked with involuntary lust.

"You watched the beastkins get ruined."

He pressed two fingers to her lips.

"You watched their house fall."

His fingers slid down, slow, teasing her throat, between her tits, down her belly.

"Now you’ll watch your legacy drip down your thighs."

Lady Rhelgar gasped.

But she didn’t resist.

Not once.

Because she knew what she was now.

Not a noble.

Not a woman.

Just a hole.

Allen smiled.

"Let the celebration begin."