NTR: Stealing wives in Another World
Chapter 85: Lira(18+)

Chapter 85: Lira(18+)

Lira’s knees squished as they touched the soaked stone, her palms slapping into the slippery mix of her own crusty juices. She whimpered, shaking, her head bowed so low her sagging tits nearly brushed the floor.

Behind her, Veyna gave one final slap to her ass—a sharp crack that echoed—and hissed, "Crawl, you rancid bitch."

And Lira did.

She dragged herself forward, slow and pathetic, knees sliding through the warm trail of her own shame. Her tail dragged low behind her, matted and dripping. Her elbows quivered, tits swinging like water-logged sacks beneath her, brushing through the filth she’d leaked.

Each inch she moved made a wet sound.

Each breath came as a mix of drool, moans, and utter disgrace.

Allen didn’t watch her.

He turned—deliberate, calm—and reached out to the woman kneeling loyally at his side.

Lady Rhelgar.

Her dark auburn hair framed her flushed face, her makeup long ruined, a single red kiss mark glowing against her throat like a brand of ownership.

Allen grabbed a handful of her hair.

Yanked her head up.

Her eyes widened, lips parting with a gasp—and her plump breasts bounced within her gown, the emerald fabric stretching taut, nearly spilling them free through the tear that had formed across her bodice.

Her drool string snapped as she was pulled into him.

"Still so proud," Allen murmured, brushing his thumb across her lips. "But you’re melting."

He tilted her head, letting her neck stretch—exposing that love-mark again.

"Drooling," he said mockingly. "Just from kneeling. Just from belonging to something real for once."

Rhelgar whimpered.

Not a protest.

Not a plea.

Just a sound.

Allen tugged again, making her arch.

"You used to spit on beastkin. Now you’d lick their footprints just to get my attention."

She didn’t answer.

But her thighs rubbed together beneath her skirt.

Behind them, Lira’s crawl continued. Her face was beet red now, eyes glassy, her lips forming broken little "thank yous" as she reached each elder’s knees. She lowered her head to them—face to the ground, drool mingling with her pussy mess.

"Th...thank you... for not being like Fenlo..."

Deol looked like he might throw up.

Jass was trembling.

Yoru... only smiled faintly, but said nothing.

Allen didn’t even glance back.

He had Rhelgar now—panting, drooling, her cleavage heaving with each ragged breath. His fist tightened in her hair.

Allen stood tall, his presence like a blade drawn. Rhelgar panted at his feet, mascara-streaked, mouth twitching, her thighs glistening from kneeling too long in obedience.

And Allen, without a word, undid his belt.

His cock sprang free—thick, heavy, veined, already leaking with anticipation. The slap of it against her cheek made her flinch.

"Open," he ordered.

Her lips parted instantly.

"Wider."

She obeyed.

And he shoved it in.

No preamble. No slow build. Just thick human cock plunging into a noble mouth like it belonged there—and it did. She gagged immediately, her throat constricting around him, eyes going wide, tears springing free.

Allen didn’t pause.

He gripped her skull with both hands and fucked her face like a hole. Hard. Vicious. Each thrust drove into the back of her throat with a wet glrk, spit flying from her nose, jaw aching as he used her mouth like she owed him rent.

"Choke on it, whore," he growled, slapping his hips into her face. "If you throw up, you lick it back up."

Behind him, Lira moaned—still on her knees, soaked from nose to tail. She was twitching, muttering soft, broken "thank yous" to no one in particular, her body sagging beneath the weight of her own filth.

Allen turned his head, eyes like blades as he looked at the three elders who hadn’t yet moved—Jass, Doel, Yoru.

"What are you waiting for?" Allen said, voice sharp. "She’s not an elder anymore. Just a crusty, leaking fuck-rag."

He jutted his chin toward Lira. "Use her."

Doel twitched. "You... you mean..."

"Anything you want," Allen said coldly. "She’s already broken. You won’t hurt what doesn’t exist anymore."

Yoru stood first—slow, deliberate. Then Jass. Doel hesitated until Allen glared at him.

Then all three moved.

Lira didn’t resist. Didn’t cry out. She just laid there as hands gripped her thighs, pulled her open, dragged her tail up and out of the way. Her pussy was red and abused, her ass coated in the dried evidence of earlier use. Her entire lower body looked like a public use pump that’d never been cleaned.

Jass spat on her.

Yoru just chuckled, then shoved two fingers in her ass with zero warning.

Lira arched with a sharp gasp, but it was almost pleasure.

Doel undid his pants, eyes wild, muttering to himself as he lined up with her pussy. "Fenlo... Fenlo would’ve screamed..."

"Then don’t make her scream," Allen said, balls deep in Rhelgar’s throat. "Make her thank you for it."

Rhelgar’s face was a wreck now—spit and tears and foundation running down her cheeks like melted wax. Her throat bulged every time Allen rammed forward, and the wet gurgling noises she made echoed off the chamber walls.

Behind them, Lira was being torn open. Three sets of hands touched her, violated her, passed her around like a chew toy. Jass fucked her throat. Doel pumped her sloppy cunt. Yoru fingered her ass lazily while whispering cruel nothings into her ear.

And Lira thanked them.

Over and over.

"Thank you... thank you... oh gods, thank you for using me..."

Allen looked down at Rhelgar, the once-proud noble choking on him like her title depended on it.

"You see this?" he grunted, yanking her hair back to make her look. "This is where humans and beastkin are the same. Strip away their pride, and they all beg for the same thing."

Her mouth was full, but she moaned in agreement, a trail of drool dripping from her chin to her chest.

Allen shoved back in—one last brutal thrust—and came.

Deep.

She gagged, choked, coughed, and swallowed every drop, her body convulsing like she’d been blessed.

Behind them, Lira squealed—Yoru had shoved a hand into her ass, and Jass came across her tits, laughing.

Allen stepped back, cock wet and glistening.

"You may clean her when you’re done," he told them flatly. "Or don’t. She’s fine with being left like that."

And Lira... nodded.

A crusty, cum-smeared, wide-eyed wreck of a woman.

"Thank you, Master Allen..."