NTR: Stealing wives in Another World
Chapter 89: A surprise (18+)

Chapter 89: A surprise (18+)

Fina crouched low, her fingers slick as she rolled the itching leaf deep inside each maid’s twitching cunt. The subtle grinding of their hips grew desperate, frantic. Their clits were now bright red, swollen—puffy beacons of raw, aching torment.

The air buzzed with muffled sobs and wet gasps.

Suddenly, the heavy wooden door creaked open.

Rinni stepped in, cheeks flushed, eyes wide and gleaming with wicked delight. Behind her, Nyra crawled into the room on all fours, still dripping with shame and arousal, her tail ruffled, and every inch of her foxkin pride shattered.

Allen’s gaze snapped to the pair.

Nyra’s breath was steady, but her eyes flicked nervously to the maids.

"Master Allen," she said softly, voice low and urgent, "the male hunting squad—they’re coming back. They’re on their way to the tribe."

At the mention, the three elders—Jass, Doel, and Yoru—exchanged glances.

Relief flickered like a flame behind their eyes.

Allen tilted his head, that grin spreading wide and wicked like a demon freshly unchained.

He stepped forward, eyes gleaming cold.

"Do you really think the hunting squad is coming back to kill me and rescue you?"

His voice was dripping venom.

"Nope. You’re not that lucky."

With a slow, deliberate movement, Allen reached for Nyra.

His fingers pinched her swollen nipples, twisting and pulling gently, drawing soft whimpers from her.

Rinni, meanwhile, slid behind Nyra, smirking devilishly.

She pushed another slick carrot deep into Nyra’s ass.

Now—three.

The trio of vibrating, bulging carrots stretched Nyra wide, each one nestled inside her tight, trembling hole.

Nyra’s breath hitched; she whimpered.

Fina chuckled darkly.

"Looks like our little fox is well-prepared for her punishment."

Allen’s grin grew, sharp and unstoppable.

He looked back at the elders again.

"Tick-tock, my pretty prisoners."

The hunting squad was coming.

But salvation? Not on my watch.

Nyra whimpered softly, trembling beneath Allen’s grip and Rinni’s mischievous smirk, her body stretched wide and exposed. Fina’s dark laughter echoed around the room, sharp and cruel.

Allen’s eyes flicked past the struggling maids, past the broken elders, and settled on a new figure standing silently near the door—Veyna.

She was still, unmoving, her eyes fixed on Allen like a statue carved from ice.

"Veyna," Allen said, voice low but commanding, "come here."

She hesitated for barely a second before stepping forward.

Slowly, deliberately, she sank down onto his lap, folding herself around him as if wrapped in chains no one else could see.

Allen’s grin deepened, the predator savoring every twitch of control.

"Good girl," he murmured, fingers curling possessively around her waist.

His voice dropped to a teasing whisper.

"Tell me, when Kael reaches the tribe, and bring him to me."

Nyra’s head snapped up, eyes wide with shock.

Allen’s gaze locked onto hers, ice-cold and unblinking.

"I have a surprise waiting for him."

He let the words hang heavy in the thick, charged air, promising fire and reckoning both.

Veyna swallowed, lips parted slightly, and nodded without a sound.

Allen’s grin cracked wider.

"Oh, this is going to be so much fun."

——

Allen lounged lazily in the dim council hall, the air thick with the heavy scent of sweat, sex, and degradation. His eyes flicked lazily over the mess of trembling, naked bodies sprawled across the floor—maids slick with tears and cum, their swollen cunts itching and throbbing from Fina’s merciless leaf, and Nyra crawling low, stuffed with three fat, glistening carrots, her foxkin pride shredded and dripping.

Time passed with torturous slowness until the heavy wooden doors finally creaked open.

Kael stepped in, his tall frame rigid with tension, chest rising and falling hard. Beside him stood Veyna, eyes wide and unblinking, her cheeks flushed a deep crimson as she clutched Kael’s sleeve like a lifeline.

Then Kael’s gaze swept the hall—and his world shattered.

The raw, filthy debauchery laid bare before him was like a slap to the soul. His throat tightened, bile rising as he took in the ruined maids, the degrading spectacle of Nyra bent low and marked, and—most piercingly—Veyna herself, standing silently, exposed, utterly vulnerable.

His breath hitched, and he staggered, barely keeping his footing.

Allen’s grin widened, devilish and knowing.

"Kael," he purred, voice smooth and poisonous, "you’ve arrived just in time."

His eyes flicked to Veyna.

"Get down on all fours."

Without hesitation, Veyna sank, trembling, to her hands and knees beside Allen’s throne-like chair.

The sight of her naked, submissive body—soft curves trembling, cheeks flushed, eyes fixed nervously on Allen’s cock—sent a sharp thrill through the room.

Allen’s hand reached down, grabbing his own shaft, slick and hard from anticipation.

"Show your husband exactly why you belong here."

Veyna opened her mouth slowly, lips wet and glistening as she took Allen’s thick cock deep, swallowing every inch with desperate eagerness.

Kael’s eyes bulged with shock, fury, and an ugly, helpless hunger all tangled up and twisting in his gut.

He staggered back, fists clenching at his sides, but the sight seared itself into his mind: his wife, on her knees, sucking another man’s cock like a filthy slut in the very heart of the council hall.

Her breath hitched around Allen’s cock, muffled moans spilling from her lips.

Kael’s breath hitched, rage and humiliation battling for control.

His jaw clenched so tight it ached.

He gritted his teeth, voice trembling.

"Veyna... what—"

Allen cut him off with a sharp laugh, a sound full of cruelty and power.

"She’s mine now," Allen said smoothly, dragging his hand up and down, hips shifting as Veyna bobbed her head faster.

"Every inch belongs to me. And you? You’re just a spectator."

Veyna’s eyes fluttered, overwhelmed by shame and a dark, undeniable pleasure as she worshipped Allen’s cock, her lips slick and warm.

The room was thick with wet sounds—the slick slide of tongue, the soft gasp of breath, the desperate whimpers of the maids and Nyra alike.

Kael’s knees weakened.

He looked away, unable to watch the brutal unraveling of everything he thought he owned.

Allen’s voice dropped to a whisper, venomous and commanding.

"Watch closely, Kael. This is the price of crossing me."

He gave a sharp thrust, pushing deeper into Veyna’s willing mouth.

She gagged slightly but swallowed it down, eyes still locked on Kael’s, a silent promise of ownership and conquest.

Kael’s face twisted in torment.

Allen leaned back, cock throbbing in Veyna’s mouth, and smiled like a god claiming his temple.

"Now, who’s the master here?"