NTR: Stealing wives in Another World
Chapter 107: Delivering the gift

Chapter 107: Delivering the gift

THUMP.

Allen’s boot landed hard on Calla’s twitching cunt one last time, flattening her slick, burning folds into the floor like a stamp of ownership.

"FUCKING—NGGHHH!!" she shrieked, legs kicking out helplessly as cursed leaf pulp oozed from her slit in a trail of sticky green froth.

The chamber was alive with the sounds of filth—SCHHLRP, SPLRRRK, and the constant high-pitched sobbing from maids shaking on the floor, their thighs splayed, pussies red and spitting slick like overripe fruit in the sun.

Allen didn’t blink.

His voice rang out, cold and sharp.

"Kael."

Kael froze mid-step, the box sloshing on his shoulder, its contents groaning faintly within.

"Yes, Master?" he croaked.

Allen stepped forward, each footfall a deliberate CLACK against the cum-slick stone. He stopped just in front of Kael, towering.

"You will deliver the box to the Rhelgar estate," he said, voice like velvet soaked in venom. "You will present it with a bow so deep they can see your spine—and you will not speak unless ordered."

Allen’s gaze narrowed. "And when they open it... make sure you’re watching from far. I want you to see their faces when they find what’s left of their noble whore and her pet maid, stuffed full of our seed like overused cumrags."

Kael’s throat bobbed. "...Yes, Master."

But Allen wasn’t done.

He leaned in, smile curling wickedly.

"You’ve earned more than just delivery duty, Kael. I’m appointing you... the new Chief of the Eastern Foxkin Tribe."

A gasp. From the maids, even from one of the elders.

Kael blinked. "C-Chief? I—Master, I don’t—"

"Silence."

Allen’s tone cut through the room like a whip.

"You are chief now. And with that comes privilege. Power." He turned slightly, gesturing to the mess of flesh and tears around them. "You may do whatever you want to anyone in this tribe."

Kael’s eyes widened.

"E-Everyone?"

Allen’s grin grew wider. "Everyone except your wife."

Kael’s brows lifted.

Allen’s eyes flashed. "You may only have Veyna once you’ve gaped her open so wide I could see daylight through her ass. No cheating. No mercy. She must split for you."

Kael flushed red to the ears.

Fina let out a cackle from behind Allen. "Oooooh, he’s gonna need something for that one~!"

Allen turned and pointed, counting off.

"The five maids. Yours. Fucked, beaten, broken. Over and over."

Calla whimpered under his boot, her hips twitching involuntarily.

"Mira—slap her tits raw. Niva? She looks like she wants to be strangled while she cums. Tessa will probably break first. Brin? She’s your angry one. Use it. Rip the fight out of her."

Kael stared in awe.

"And the elders," Allen continued.

"Elder Lira’s used to being above it all. She’s ripe for degradation. Bend her over in front of the tribe and make her teach sex ed with a dildo in her throat."

A choked sob from somewhere in the shadows.

"Nyra," Allen drawled. "Youngest of the bunch. Still thinks she’s too pretty for punishment. Make her beg with her tongue out and her tail in her pussy."

A low hnnghh sound slipped from Nyra’s clenched jaw.

Allen stepped even closer, nose almost to Kael’s.

"Take the old fuckers too, if you want. Jass, Dael, Yoru. Make them squeal. Make them regret every second they sat on that council pretending to rule."

Kael trembled.

"...And if anyone resists?"

Allen smiled.

"Remind them who owns you."

SQUELCH.

He lifted his boot from Calla’s cunt. Her juice made a SHLORP sound as it peeled away from the leather.

Kael bowed so low his forehead kissed the floor.

"Thank you, Master. I will make them all scream for you."

"Good boy," Allen said smoothly. "Now get moving. Deliver our gift before it gets cold."

Kael rose and staggered toward the door, the crate of soaked, sealed women sloshing with every step. Inside, Lady Rhelgar gave a broken moan. Elira coughed out a mouthful of mingled cum and sweat.

THUNK. The door slammed behind him.

The chamber was quiet.

Well—quiet save for the meaty squish of cursed leaf pulsing inside dripping pussies, and the soft huh-huh-huh of breathless, ruined girls struggling to keep still.

Allen turned. Fina stood grinning, leaf juice staining her fingers, feather skirt sticking to her soaked thighs.

Allen walked right up and grabbed her by the hips.

"Where to next, my little storm?"

She purred and leaned in, kissing him with a moan, tongues tangling wetly between them.

"Mmm... I was thinking..." she licked his cheek, "...let’s go to the Turtle Village."

Allen cocked a brow. "Turtles, huh? That sounds... slow."

"They are slow," she giggled, biting his lip. "Slow to cum. Slow to moan. Slow to submit."

Allen’s grin sharpened. "But they break the same?"

Fina kissed his jaw. "They shatter."

Behind them, a fresh scream echoed as one of the maids twitched and another burst of cursed leaf heat surged through her slit.

Allen didn’t look back.

He just grabbed Fina and rinni by the hand and walked toward the doors.

To Turtle Village.

To new conquests.

To more whimpers, more squelches, and more screams.

Allen exhaled as the doors closed behind them with a heavy CLUNK, the weight of the chamber’s sin sealed behind layers of thick wood and stone. The sounds—slaps, cries, slick gurgles—were swallowed by silence.

The hallway beyond was cool, dim, and for once... almost peaceful.

Allen looked to his sides.

Fina was still grinning, face flushed, her feather skirt halfway stuck to her ass with sweat and leaf juice. Rinni looked equally disheveled, her thighs still trembling slightly, hair clinging to her forehead.

Allen raised a brow.

"Okay. You two. Decent clothes. Now."

Fina blinked. "Huh?"

He jabbed a thumb toward the path that veered right—toward Nyra’s house. "Get changed. I’m not strolling into another village with you both looking like this and have non-stop sex."

Rinni flushed bright pink. "B-but we did..."

"Yeah, and you’re welcome," Allen deadpanned. "But let’s pretend we have standards for five minutes. Nyra’s stash should have something... passable. Assuming it’s not all tied in bows on a punishment rack."

Fina giggled, tugging Rinni along by the wrist. "Yay! Dress-up time!"

As the two scampered off—still a little sore, still dripping just a bit—Allen turned and stared at the hallway ahead, arms folded.

He allowed himself a moment.

The weight of what he’d done in that chamber—the promotion, the punishments, the promises—it all hung over him like steam off hot blood. But under it all was something darker. Satisfaction. Control. He wasn’t just punishing anymore.

He was reshaping the world.

Footsteps returned a few minutes later, light and quick.

Allen turned to see Fina and Rinni walking back toward him—and yeah, alright, they actually looked cute. Fina had found a short crimson tunic, cinched at the waist with a silver clasp, her feather skirt traded for loose hunter’s wraps. Rinni wore a mint green shift with embroidered vine patterns, sleeves falling over her hands like a shy priestess.

They weren’t proper by human standards—but for beastkin? Practically formalwear.

"Well well well," Allen said, looking them over slowly. "You two clean up almost like real people."

Fina twirled. "Do I look tribe-matriarch hot or warlord’s favorite hot?"

"Little of both. Bonus points for not being visibly leaking."

Rinni beamed shyly. "I like mine. It’s soft..."

Allen gave them both an approving nod and gestured down the main corridor.

"C’mon. Let’s move. I wanna get there before the sun finishes cooking the road kill."

They started walking, the path gently sloping down from the hall and into the outer reaches of the settlement. Birds chirped. Wind rustled through the leaves. It felt surreal—peaceful—after the madness they’d just left.

After a while, Allen glanced sidelong at Fina.

"So... Turtle Village, huh?" he asked, tone light but curious. "Out of all the weird places we could go next... Why that one?"

Fina tilted her head, ears twitching. "Because they’re weird."

Allen smirked. "Fina, everyone is weird in this world. You’re gonna have to be more specific."

Fina puffed out her cheeks. "Turtles are different-different! They don’t do the whole... fighting-for-alpha, scream-in-public, mating-on-the-moon stuff."

"They’re quiet," Rinni added softly. "And private. Their tribe doesn’t get involved in other territory politics."

"They’ve been isolated for years," Fina said, her voice taking on an odd tone. "They used to be connected to the River Clan and the black Lizards, but... something happened."

Allen’s brow furrowed. "Something?"

Fina nodded. "No one really knows. After the war ended, they just stopped showing up to council meetings. Stopped trading. Closed their borders."

"And now?"

"They’ve opened them again," Rinni said. "Just few months ago. They sent a messenger to most tribes. Said outsiders were welcome."

Allen raised a brow. "That doesn’t sound sketchy at all."

Fina gave him a sly look. "We like sketchy."

He snorted. "Yeah, we do. But you’re telling me an entire village of slow-talking, slow-fucking turtle beastkin suddenly opens their gates after years of silence and no one’s suspicious?"

"They probably are suspicious," Fina said. "But everyone is too busy licking the foot of humans to live so no-one have time to be suspicious."

Allen smiled at that.

"So no one’s checking. Which means we get first peek."

Fina nodded, eyes gleaming. "First peek. First claim. First crack at whatever made them change."

"Assuming it’s not cursed mind-leeches or haunted soup," Allen muttered.

"That was one time!" Fina huffed. "And that soup was delicious."

They passed under a stone archway now, the last of the council grounds giving way to open forest paths. Ahead, the road curved eastward, signs of recent travel just barely visible in the dirt—cart tracks, scuff marks. Turtle Village was waiting.

Allen exhaled again, but softer this time.

Behind him, two girls walked contentedly. Their clothes still smelled like Nyra’s cedar-lined wardrobe, but their eyes sparkled with anticipation. The chaos of the chamber still clung to them, but for now, it was quiet. Calm.

He adjusted his coat, glanced up at the sky.

"Turtle Village," he murmured.

Somewhere, far ahead, something watched them approach.

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