NTR: Stealing wives in Another World
Chapter 101: Fall of a lady

Chapter 101: Fall of a lady

Lady Rhelgar’s knees kissed the stone.

Her palms were flat on the floor, her spine arched like an offering, ass raised and trembling, cunt glistening like it had something to prove. She didn’t beg.

She just waited.

Like she knew this was where she belonged now—beneath the man she once tried to collar.

Allen stood behind her, stroking himself slowly, leisurely—his cock already smeared with dried cum and glistening pre, the crown flaring with anticipation. He didn’t speak. Didn’t warn her. Didn’t ask.

He took.

He grabbed her hips and shoved in all at once.

SPLAP.

Her scream echoed through the chamber as his cock split her open, burying to the hilt in a single brutal thrust that flattened her against the floor. Her tits mashed into the stone, her legs kicked out, and her mouth dropped open in a silent, shocked gasp.

Allen didn’t stop.

He slammed into her again—and again—and again.

Her ass rippled from the impact, each thrust knocking fresh, wet cries out of her lungs. Her cunt stretched obscenely around him, drooling down her thighs, already losing what little resistance she had left.

Across the room, Nyra groaned through her gag—her ass still proudly presenting, still filled with the two fat carrots Rinni had shoved in earlier.

And Rinni?

Rinni walked over barefoot, her eyes wide with gleeful cruelty.

"Ohh, still stuffed like a little veggie basket," she giggled.

And then she kicked.

THUMP.

Nyra howled through the gag, her body convulsing as the carrots were driven deeper into her abused asshole, the blunt ends slamming into her guts. Her tail thrashed. Her legs jerked.

Rinni giggled again—and kicked harder.

Another sob. Another twitch. Another squelch as her insides stretched to keep up with the abuse.

"Good foxes hold their veggies," Rinni whispered, squatting down to slap Nyra’s overstimulated clit. "Maybe we’ll grow something in you next."

Fina, meanwhile, was straddling Allen’s side as he kept plowing into Rhelgar like she owed him rent in orgasms.

She kissed him hard, tongue sliding into his mouth like it was hers—because it was—and moaned into the kiss every time his hips slammed into Rhelgar’s quivering ass.

"You’re so fucking hot when you ruin people," she purred, breaking the kiss just long enough to guide his mouth down to her chest.

Her tits were already out.

Heavy, flushed, sweaty.

Allen didn’t hesitate.

He grabbed one—squeezed until she moaned—and then sucked her nipple like a starving beast. His teeth grazed the sensitive bud, tongue flicking rapidly, lips locking around it as Fina threw her head back and purred.

Rhelgar was broken beneath him, her body no longer fighting.

Her moans had turned to slurred, mewling sobs, hips twitching every time Allen’s cock bottomed out. She wasn’t even clenching anymore—just drooling, twitching, dripping.

Allen sucked harder on Fina’s tit.

Fina rutted against his thigh.

Rinni kept kicking Nyra’s ass like it owed her carrots.

And the sound of wet, vicious thrusts filled the room like thunder in a temple of sin.

Allen leaned forward, still buried deep in Lady Rhelgar’s wrecked cunt, and whispered:

"You tried to make me your pet."

He thrust harder, making her scream.

"Now bark, bitch."

She barked.

A broken, high-pitched yelp.

The foxkin elders, the twitching maids, the ruined council members—they all watched.

And Allen?

He just kept fucking.

Because this was justice.

And he was the god delivering it.

Allen slammed forward one final time, burying his cock to the root in Lady Rhelgar’s ruined cunt. Her body jolted, back arching like a puppet on snapped strings as he unleashed inside her. Thick ropes of cum flooded her womb, spilling out in hot waves, leaking past her stretched lips and drooling onto the floor below her.

She moaned like a whore with her soul fucked out of her.

Allen didn’t say a word at first.

He just stayed there—deep inside her, panting softly, fingers gripping her hips like handles on a breeding sow.

Then he pulled out.

SPLORCH.

Her pussy gaped open behind him, twitching and leaking. A dribble of white spilled down her thighs, her ass twitching as if still clenching around a cock that wasn’t there anymore.

Allen turned—his eyes already locked on Fina, who was licking her lips like a cat who smelled milk.

He smirked.

"My little cat..." he said, voice low and teasing, "wanna taste my dick too?"

Fina didn’t need to be asked twice.

She dropped to her knees with a feral grin, crawling up between Allen’s legs like a horny jungle predator. His cock was still dripping with Rhelgar’s insides and his cum—filthy, twitching, red and white-slick.

Fina opened her mouth, tongue out, and wrapped her lips around the tip with a hungry moan.

Allen hissed through his teeth.

"Fuck..."

She sucked slowly, swirling her tongue around the head like she was savoring every filthy flavor. His cum. Rhelgar’s juices. Sweat. Power. She loved it. She slurped down every drop with loud, messy squelches like she was worshipping a relic.

Allen grabbed her head and thrusted—hard, face-fucking her while she moaned around his length. Her tail wagged behind her like a metronome of lust, and her throat welcomed him deeper with every pump.

Then he looked over his shoulder.

Kael.

Still kneeling. Still naked. Still trembling.

Allen’s voice snapped like a whip. "You. Kael."

Kael looked up, broken, dripping.

"Y-yes, Master..."

Allen pointed toward the side of the room.

Where Elder Lira still lay—naked, sweating, cum-drenched and twitching, her thighs stained from the gangbang the council had given her earlier. Her ancient pussy was sloppy, hanging open and full of three different loads from three different elders.

Allen sneered.

"Fuck her."

Kael blinked. "Wh—what?"

Allen’s tone was sharper this time.

"I said, fuck her. That crusty old cunt’s not done yet. Use it. Breed her like she’s still in heat."

Lira stirred weakly, eyes glassy.

Kael crawled forward.

Hesitantly.

His cock twitched. Soft, reluctant. But the humiliation—oh, it was thick in the air. The shame of crawling toward an old, cum-leaking elder while his Master had his cock sucked by a beastkin girl with ears twitching and a throat full of sin.

He lined up.

Trembled.

And slid in.

SCHLUP.

Lira moaned weakly.

Her pussy still warm, still stuffed. The walls were too loose to grip, but the mess was endless—Kael’s cock sloshed through layer after layer of elder cream, the smell rank, the sound loud and wet and wrong.

Allen didn’t even look.

He was too busy enjoying Fina’s throat, her tongue, her worship.

But Rinni?

She laughed.

"Look at him," she giggled. "Fucking a meatbag of elder nut. That’s your future, Kael. You’re the council’s cum mop now."

Kael didn’t answer.

He just fucked.

Because he had no choice.

Because Allen was God in this room.

And all sinners obeyed.