NTR: Stealing wives in Another World
Chapter 103: Fragile words

Chapter 103: Fragile words

The chamber stank of sex and ruin. Sweat clung to the stone walls like mildew, and the floor was still slick with the mingling juices of broken maids and defiled elders. Somewhere nearby, Elira whimpered softly, face-down in a puddle of her own shame, legs spread, twitching in the aftermath of Rinni and Yoru’s abuse.

Allen didn’t spare her a glance.

He was busy lounging on his throne of quivering, sobbing maidflesh—half-conscious girls whose bodies still trembled with the aftershocks of cursed itching leaf and hours of being used as his living seat.

Fina lay across his lap like a lazy predator, her hair a wild halo of tangled silver, her tongue flicking lazily across the sticky skin of his cock.

She hadn’t spoken in minutes. Just purred and licked, dragging her warm tongue from base to tip, letting his shaft throb against her cheek as she admired it like a sacred idol. But now, she paused, chin resting just above his balls, her breath hot and curious.

"Mm..." she hummed, running one claw along the underside of his cock. "Didn’t you promise that little cumrag..." She tilted her head, feigning thought. "What was her name? Elira?"

Allen raised an eyebrow.

Fina smiled, wicked and playful. "Didn’t you promise you wouldn’t let anyone touch her? Not me, not Rinni, not even you?"

Allen barked a laugh—sharp, cruel, utterly amused.

"I did," he said, shrugging. "So what?"

Fina’s eyes lit up.

Allen leaned forward, one hand gripping her hair and the other lazily scratching behind her ear. "That’s just a word, kitten. Not an oath. Not a contract. Just pretty noises I made to calm a broken slut."

He tugged her head back by the roots, forcing her to look him in the eyes.

"And even if it was an oath," he said, voice dark and rich, "do you really think I give a fuck about keeping it?"

Fina’s laugh bubbled out of her throat like a purr turned feral. "Gods, you’re disgusting," she breathed, then sank down, lips parting, and took his cock in all the way.

No teasing this time. No gentle kisses or soft licks.

Just her throat swallowing him whole like a starving bitch.

Allen groaned, his hips jerking slightly as her nose pressed to his crotch. Her tongue slithered around his shaft like a living thing, and she gagged once, then twice, before relaxing into it, drooling down his balls as she sucked him with filthy reverence.

"Mmph," she moaned, spit foaming around the corners of her mouth as she slid back, gasping for breath. "That’s why you’re my precious Allen... No one lies like you... No one corrupts like you..."

Her voice was a whisper now, wet and messy as she ran her tongue along his shaft like a worshipper at an altar.

"You made that girl beg you not to hurt her," Fina giggled, jerking him off slowly while looking up through cum-glossed lashes. "And now look at her. Face down in piss and seed, crying through her gag like a ruined dog."

Allen just smirked, watching as Elira let out another pathetic whine in the corner, her body still twitching.

"She’s still conscious?" he asked.

Fina peeked over her shoulder. "Barely."

He grinned. "Then I didn’t go far enough."

Fina moaned at that.

Then, without warning, she climbed into his lap properly, straddling him, and slid his slick cock between her pussy lips, rubbing it against her soaked entrance but not letting him inside just yet.

She teased him.

"Say it," she whispered, grinding against him. "Say what you are."

Allen arched an eyebrow. "Excuse me?"

She giggled, dragging his cockhead back and forth against her slit until they were both sticky with need.

"Say it," she repeated, voice dripping with heat. "Say you’re a liar. A monster. Say you break things because it gets you hard."

Allen’s voice was a growl. "I am a liar."

She gasped.

"I am a monster."

Her hips rolled, lips parting, body quivering.

"And yes," Allen hissed, grabbing her hips and grinding her down harder, "I break everything I touch because it makes my cock throb. Because I want to. Because mercy is a joke and promises are tools."

Fina let out a strangled, aroused shriek, and slammed herself down on his cock, taking him all the way inside in one sloppy, sucking plunge.

Allen groaned.

Her pussy gripped him like a vice—soaked, hot, desperate.

"You’re mine," she moaned. "My filthy, lying Allen. My cruel, evil master..."

She started riding him, fast and hard, her claws digging into his shoulders as she bounced in his lap, her tits slapping against his chest.

In the distance, the other girls moaned.

The throne of maids squirmed beneath them.

One of the girls tried to lift her head—but Fina kicked her back down, her heel smashing into the girl’s shoulder.

"Stay still, furniture," she snapped, then turned back to Allen with a wild, hungry grin.

Allen grabbed a fistful of Fina’s hair and yanked her head back as he thrust up into her, his cock spearing her deeper, harder, the wet slap of their fucking echoing through the throne room like war drums.

"I’m going to use Elira again," he growled into Fina’s ear. "I’m going to let every elder in this chamber fuck her until her cunt turns inside out. And you... you’re going to feed her my cum and tell her it’s her penance."

Fina came.

Hard.

Her scream tore through the air as she clamped down on him, thighs shaking, eyes rolling back in mindless ecstasy.

She collapsed against his chest, panting.

"Do it," she whispered, voice hoarse. "Ruin her. Destroy her. Make her thank you."

Allen grinned.

"That’s the plan."

Allen’s cock twitched inside Fina’s dripping cunt as he glanced across the chamber at the whimpering mess of flesh that used to be Elira. She was still on all fours, trembling, her hair matted with cum, her face streaked in piss, tears, and filth. Her body sagged under the weight of exhaustion, every inch of her smeared and marked, but Allen saw the way she still flinched—still breathed.

That was enough.

He slapped Fina’s ass, hard, making her yelp and moan at the same time.

Then he spoke—loud enough for the whole ruined room to hear.

"Jass. Doel. Yoru."

The three foxkin elders froze mid-cleanup. Their cocks were still half-hard, their bodies splattered with juices from the earlier gangbang.

Allen grinned. "Get up. Get over here. Use her again."

Jass blinked. "Elira, my lord?"

Allen nodded once, slowly, savoring the command. "That maid is still breathing. That means her punishment isn’t over."

Elira let out a sharp whimper, barely audible through her ragged breath. She tried to crawl away—instinctively, pathetically—but Doel was already on her, grabbing her ankle and yanking her back like a disobedient animal.

She cried out, but it was weak. Broken.

Just the way Allen liked it.

"I want all of you inside her again," Allen ordered, voice like a blade. "Mouth, ass, pussy. Stretch her until she leaks from every hole at once."

Yoru chuckled darkly, stroking his cock back to full hardness. "With pleasure, my lord."

But Allen wasn’t done.

He snapped his fingers toward Kael, who was slumped against a column nearby, looking like a sobbing mess. His body was covered in scratches and sweat, and his cock was still slick with the shame of breeding Lira’s sloppy old cunt.

"Not you," Allen said, pointing at him with a lazy wave. "You don’t get to fuck Elira."

Kael looked up, dazed, confused. "W-what...?"

Allen’s smile was slow and cruel. "You’re on Lira duty. That sagging hole isn’t done swallowing your seed. She’s still hungry for it. Go on. Breed that crusty elder again. Like a good boy."

Kael looked like he wanted to vomit.

Fina howled with laughter, grinding her pussy down onto Allen’s cock like she couldn’t get enough of the shame around her.

"You heard him, puppy," she cackled, leaning back so Allen could thrust up into her deeper. "That old sow needs her daily dose of pathetic dick. Don’t make her wait."

Kael whimpered, dragging himself toward Lira, who was splayed out on her back nearby, tits sagging to the sides, her cunt still dripping from being fucked by four different men.

She looked up at him with bleary, blissed-out eyes.

"Come on, sweet thing," she rasped. "Put it back in. Granny needs her cream."

Kael sobbed—but obeyed.

As he lined his limp, humiliated cock back up with her destroyed pussy, Allen turned his full attention back to Elira.

She was already pinned down again—Doel on his knees behind her, ramming his cock between her thighs, slapping her ass with every thrust. Jass had her mouth stuffed with his balls, face-fucking her like she was nothing more than a glorified fleshlight. And Yoru?

Yoru was stretching her ass open with two thick fingers, watching it gape with satisfaction before sliding his cock in, dry, rough, brutal.

"Take it, bitch," Yoru hissed. "You belong to us now."

Allen groaned, grabbing Fina’s hips and slamming her down hard onto his cock, using her body like a sleeve.

"Fuck, look at that," he breathed, watching Elira get spitroasted like meat over a fire. "That’s justice. That’s what happens when a slave forgets her place."

Fina purred, her body trembling. "She’s not even crying anymore," she whispered. "She’s just taking it."

"Good," Allen muttered. "She’s learning."

Rinni appeared beside them suddenly, her face still flushed with excitement from earlier. "Should I help break her again?" she asked sweetly, licking her lips.

Allen shook his head.

"Not yet. Let the elders finish round two. When they’re done..." He paused, cock twitching again inside Fina’s wet heat. "Then you can finish her."

Rinni giggled, bouncing in place. "Yes, Master!"

Fina moaned, leaning down to bite Allen’s neck. "They’ll ruin her, you know," she whispered between pants. "Rip her open. Fill her full. She won’t even remember who she was."

Allen growled low, his hands gripping her ass hard. "That’s the point."

Behind them, Elira let out a broken moan as Yoru slammed into her ass deep, shoving her face harder onto Jass’s cock, her throat bulging with the girth. Doel’s hands left bruises on her hips as he rammed her pussy, the squelch loud, wet, endless.

They were fucking her like garbage.

And she was taking it.

No more resistance.

No more pride.

Just holes, filled again and again, until her belly bulged with it.

Allen fucked Fina harder, using her pussy like a vice, like an outlet, moaning low and dangerous into her ear.

"I’m gonna fill you," he grunted. "Then I’m going to cum on that whore’s face. Then I’m going to watch Rinni choke her on her own vomit."

Fina came again, screaming against his chest.

She was soaked, cock-drunk, brainless.

Exactly how he liked her.