NTR: Stealing wives in Another World
Chapter 106: A gift

Chapter 106: A gift

SKRITCH-SKRITCH-SPLORT.

Calla’s fingers were a blur between her thighs, clawing and digging, her breath coming in short, wet sobs. Her pussy gushed weakly every few seconds—clear, slick squirts of raw relief mixed with the sting of shame. Her nails scraped against swollen folds and cursed leaf pulp, flicking out red, twitching fragments like confetti from hell.

Then—

THUMP.

Allen pressed his foot down onto her crotch.

Calla squealed, a gurgled moan bursting from her throat as her fingers were pinned between her cunt and the hard sole of his heel.

Her whole body jerked.

"That’s enough," Allen said smoothly, grinding his foot down, the leather squelching wetly against the soaked, scratched mess of her folds. "I didn’t say you could enjoy this, pet."

Calla sobbed. "N-No, Master, please—I-I thought—!"

"Did I say," Allen drawled, "that you could stop suffering?"

She froze. Trembled. "B-But you let me scratch..."

He laughed.

A slow, rich, mean laugh that echoed through the throne room like thunder made of mockery.

"I let you move your fingers," he said, twisting his heel just slightly to smear her slick across the floor. "Not escape."

He turned to Fina, who was perched on the throne’s armrest, lazily fingering herself beneath her swaying feather skirt. The string of it dipped between her thighs like a leash, the ends bouncing each time she teased her slit.

"Fina," Allen said, voice dripping with amusement, "go grab another fresh batch of itching leaf."

Fina perked up. "All five again?"

"Of course," Allen purred. "Wouldn’t want the others to feel left out."

He turned back to Calla, still crushed under his boot, her nails twitching in mid-air, drenched in pussy juice.

"You get a bonus," he said.

Calla whimpered. "M-Master, please... I did what you said... you let me—"

Allen cut her off with a smirk. "Did I say I’d let you go?"

Her face broke.

The hope in her eyes curdled into horror.

Her lips trembled around a desperate little gasp. "N-No... you didn’t..."

He leaned down, slowly. Cruelly.

"Then why," he whispered, "did you believe me?"

Her mouth opened in a silent sob. Her hips quivered beneath his foot. A pathetic little jet of cum dribbled from her cunt.

Allen stood tall again.

"Kael," he said, without even glancing at him. "Put Lady Rhelgar in the box."

Kael flinched. "M-Master, she’s still unconscious—"

"Then she won’t struggle," Allen snapped.

Kael swallowed and obeyed, moving toward the sprawled noblewoman. Lady Rhelgar’s body was a wreck—her makeup streaked, her limbs limp, her face smeared with sweat and semen from the earlier punishments. Her cunt and ass were still leaking from whatever the last elder had done.

She didn’t stir as Kael scooped her up and dropped her into the box beside Elira with a THUD.

Inside, a wet slosh echoed—fluids pooling at the base.

Allen stepped forward, his voice now cold and commanding.

"Three loads," he said. "One from each of the council elders... and one from you, Kael. All onto them. But don’t touch them."

He looked at Jass, Dael, and Yoru—still waiting on the sidelines like good little monsters.

The elders hesitated, glancing at each other.

"Now."

Jass stepped forward first, unfastening his robe with trembling hands. His cock was already half-hard, grotesque and glistening. He aimed down into the box. A low grunt. His fist moved.

FAP-FAP-FAP.

Lady Rhelgar twitched slightly as the first spurt hit her cheek. A fat glob of milky filth dripped from her temple to her neck.

Dael was next, breathing hard, his strokes faster.

FAP-FAP-FAP-FSSSSPT.

He came hard, spurts slapping across Elira’s chest and sliding into the crease of her sagging tits. She didn’t even flinch.

Then Yoru. The old bastard took longer—but Allen waited, arms crossed, tapping his foot against Calla’s still-spread cunt like it was a stress ball.

Yoru finally groaned—and his load sprayed across both women, streaking Rhelgar’s belly, Elira’s thigh.

Kael was last.

He hesitated.

Allen didn’t speak—he just looked at him.

Kael dropped to his knees beside the box. His hands trembled.

FAP-FAP-FAP-FAP—

He came with a broken sob, his cock twitching wildly as his seed joined the others, dribbling onto his wife’s face, mixing with old cum and drool.

Allen stepped forward.

"Don’t close it yet," he said. "Rinni."

Rinni straightened up instantly, ears twitching.

"Yes, Master?"

"Bring the slab. And the twins."

Her eyes lit up.

From behind the throne, she returned with the object: a giant, two-pronged wooden dildo carved in crude, brutal detail. It was thick. Veined. Mean. The kind of thing that didn’t belong in flesh—but was going there anyway.

Rinni grinned.

She opened the box. The smell inside was ungodly. Sweat. Cum. Leaf. Shame.

Lady Rhelgar and Elira lay side by side, limp and leaking.

Rinni lifted their legs. Spread them.

Squish.

The dildo slid in with wet resistance, first into Elira’s gaping cunt. Her body jerked.

Then—

SHLOP.

Rhelgar’s ass swallowed the other prong with a low, horrible gurgle.

Allen watched, arms folded.

"Seal it."

Rinni closed the box. Kael locked it again.

Silence.

Then from inside:

SLLLLRK... GHHHK... p-puh...

Allen turned back to the throne. His maids were sobbing quietly, their thighs twitching, cursed leaf heating them up from within.

And Fina?

She returned, holding the fresh leaves in one hand—barehanded—and already grinning like a feral beast.

"You ready, girls?" she cooed, crouching before the line of kneeling maids.

Calla tried to back away.

Allen stomped gently onto her pussy again.

SPLAT.

She screamed through clenched teeth.

"Stay still," he said.

And the punishment began again.

Fina crouched in front of Calla, cursed itching leaf in hand, her fingers twitching like she couldn’t wait to jam it in. The other four maids were already trembling—knowing what was coming. Their thighs were clenched, lips bitten bloody.

Calla was sobbing softly under Allen’s boot, her pussy still glistening from the last round of scratching. Her raw folds twitched beneath the pressure, and she didn’t dare move.

"P-Please... n-not again, Master..."

Fina leaned forward, smiling, the cursed leaf brushing against Calla’s sensitive skin.

But Allen raised a hand.

"Stop."

Fina blinked. "Hm?"

Calla’s breath hitched. That flicker of hope returned. Stupid. Fragile.

Allen looked down at her, boot still pressing lightly against her abused clit.

"Calla."

"Y-Yes, Master?" she whispered.

"I have a task for you."

She blinked up at him, lips parting. "A task, Master?"

Allen crouched down, gaze sharp, cruel smile tugging at his mouth.

"You’re going to write a letter."

Calla’s tears wobbled in her lashes. "...A letter, Master?"

He held up the slate. "A letter to the Rhelgar family."

The other girls froze.

Even Fina straightened up, curiosity sparking.

Calla swallowed hard. "W-what do I... write, Master?"

Allen’s voice dropped to a velvety drawl soaked in mockery.

"You’re going to thank them," he said. "For the mercy they’ve shown the foxkin. For the scraps they toss us. For letting us wear clothes in public."

He leaned closer, voice lower.

"You’ll thank them for their generosity. And then you’ll tell them that this time... instead of sending our usual shipment of sex slaves and sacrificial slaves, we’ve prepared a gift. A deeply personal one. From the foxkin council itself."

Calla stared in horror.

Allen pressed the slate into her trembling hands.

"Write it. Word for word. No errors."

Her hand shook like mad, but she held the quill. The other maids watched in tight, silent fear as she scrawled, the scratch of quill against slate echoing through the hall.

She sobbed quietly as she finished and read it out:

———

"To the most noble Rhelgar family,

The foxkin tribe would like to extend our humble gratitude for the mercy and generosity you have shown us over the years. The scraps of weapons and food, the cast-off linens, the right to cover our bodies in public—you have graced us with these mercies, and we bow for them.

It is because of your charity that we survive at all.

In honor of this, and in celebration of our ongoing partnership, we have sent you a gift from our inner council. Slaves—broken, trained, and used in the most personal ways by our own hands. A token of respect. A tribute.

We hope you enjoy them as much as we did.

– With humility,

The Foxkin Elders"

———

A beat of silence.

Even the itching seemed to pause for a breath.

Then Allen smiled.

"Very good, pet."

He snatched the slate away and turned to Kael, who flinched at the glance.

"Copy that onto parchment. Use proper ink. Don’t smudge it."

"Yes, Master," Kael murmured, bowing as he scrambled to obey.

As Kael transcribed, Allen looked down at Calla again.

She was shaking. Her thighs twitched, raw folds still leaking.

He straightened up.

"Fina."

"Master?"

Allen raised a single finger. "Now."

Fina giggled—and without another word, shoved the cursed leaf between Calla’s folds.

SCHHLRCH.

Calla screamed. Her body snapped back like she’d been shot, hips flailing, legs kicking, spit flying from her lips as the burning tore through her insides.

Fina didn’t hesitate.

She turned to Mira.

"Open up, bitch."

SHLUP.

Mira shrieked, her dark skin twitching violently as her knees buckled under her. She bit her lip hard enough to draw blood.

Then Niva.

SKKKT.

The redhead let out a strangled moan, curling up as her body convulsed. Her haunted eyes went wide with helpless panic.

Tessa was next.

FSSSP.

The pale girl collapsed, face down, sobbing uncontrollably as her hips rocked and her shoulders trembled.

Brin tried to back away.

Fina grinned.

"Oh, don’t act tough now."

SPPLORTCH.

Brin let out a full-throated howl of pain and rage, her body slamming against the floor as if she could outrun the leaf burning inside her.

The council chamber was filled with shrieks and moans and the obscene, wet squelch of twitching pussies packed with cursed leaves.

SPLRCH.

GHHHHNNNHH.

FSSST.

Allen stepped forward slowly, watching the girls writhe.

Kael returned, letter complete, sweat beading on his brow.

Allen took it.

"Good. Stick it to the front of the box."

"Yes, Master."

Kael obeyed, carefully affixing the parchment to the wooden crate with a nail and a small mallet.

The box trembled faintly.

Inside, Lady Rhelgar whimpered.

Elira groaned—her voice hoarse and broken.

Allen smiled.

"Let them see it the moment they open the lid."

Then he looked at Calla again.

She was curled on the ground, twitching, eyes wide with misery.

The other five maids screamed in unison—burning alive from the inside out.