NTR: Stealing wives in Another World
Chapter 91: Broken promises (18+)

Chapter 91: Broken promises (18+)

Allen exhaled slowly, the warm air thick with sweat, spit, and the heady stench of degradation.

Veyna’s head bobbed faster now, her lips swollen, mascara streaking her cheeks as she moaned around his shaft. But just as her rhythm started to build—just as the slurping grew wet and wild with urgency—Allen’s hand stopped her.

"Enough."

She froze immediately, like a trained animal. Lips kissed the tip of his cock one last time before she pulled back, panting, eyes foggy with obedience and cumlust.

And then, from below...

"Please, Master... let me taste you... I need it..."

Nyra had her mouth open wide, tongue lolling out like a bitch in heat. Her ass trembled, carrots jiggling with every shaky breath, her face the very portrait of ruined nobility. Her golden eyes shimmered with tears—but not from shame.

From need.

Her voice cracked, thick with filth and desperation.

"Mistress Rinni... she stretched my filthy hole open... please... punish me with your divine cock... I need it... please use my throat—"

Allen raised a brow, amused.

But he didn’t move.

Didn’t give her the pleasure she so pathetically begged for.

He simply let her lips press to his shaft, let her suck gently—soft licks, reverent kisses, like a worshipper kissing a holy relic she wasn’t worthy of tasting fully. Her moans vibrated against his cock as she slathered it in spit, tongue tracing the veins, lips quivering.

Still on all fours, her ass high, the carrots pulsing inside her with every desperate twitch.

Allen looked away from her—like she wasn’t even there—and let his gaze drift to Kael.

Kael was still on his knees.

Still staring.

His mouth hung slightly open, eyes flicking between Veyna, who sat back with a dazed, cum-hungry expression... and Nyra, face buried in Allen’s crotch like a dog licking for scraps.

He mumbled, almost inaudible.

"...Veyna... Lady Nyra..."

His voice was hollow. Cracked.

Allen’s grin returned.

"Oh, Kael..." he purred, feigning sympathy. "You really are pitiful."

He slowly reached out a hand—not toward Kael, not toward the women—but toward a figure off to the side.

Elira.

She stood there still... mostly. Her fingers moved between her thighs, slow and filthy, two knuckles deep in her soaked pussy as her other hand scrawled fresh, degrading phrases across her bare stomach with a dripping ink brush. Her thighs trembled. Her chest rose and fell in stuttering moans. Another set of words like "Rhelgar cum bucket" and "I swallow lies and cum" were already smeared across her belly and breasts.

Allen pointed at her like he was selecting a tool off a shelf.

"Tell you what," he said, voice oily with cruelty. "I’ll let you use her."

Kael blinked.

"W–What?"

Allen chuckled. "You clearly can’t handle watching your beloved wife and your precious elder being turned into obedient little cum dumpsters. So how about I give you something to focus on?"

He leaned back slightly, Nyra’s tongue still worshipping his cock like a starving beast.

"Go ahead. Use Elira. She’s got a hole that isn’t full yet... for now."

Elira’s eyes flicked toward Kael without stopping her fingers, pupils blown wide with humiliation and aching want. The slick squelch of her own digits inside her echoed softly as she dragged the brush across her left thigh, writing "Fuck Pet of Master Allen."

Kael shook his head, tears still falling. "No... I—I can’t..."

Allen raised an eyebrow.

"Can’t? Or won’t? Because from where I’m sitting, you’ve got two choices."

He gestured lazily between them.

"Sit there crying like a fucking bitch... or fuck something."

Veyna glanced at Elira through glassy eyes, then at Kael. She said nothing.

Nyra moaned louder, licking the underside of Allen’s cock like it was ambrosia.

Allen’s voice dropped into a near-growl.

"Choose."

Elira’s hand trembled, ink smearing as she clutched the brush tighter, her soaked fingers still buried knuckle-deep in her leaking cunt. Her breath hitched, chest rising with a shudder. Her lips parted, and for the first time in hours, a trace of something other than lust sparked in her voice.

"You... you broke your promise..."

Allen didn’t even glance at her at first. He let her words hang there, like a joke waiting for a punchline.

Her voice cracked, tears brimming as her hips bucked against her own hand.

"You said you wouldn’t do anything to me... or let your girls do anything to me—!"

Allen’s head tilted back—and he laughed.

Not a chuckle. Not a smirk.

A full, unhinged, maniacal cackle that echoed off the stone walls like a war drum made of mockery.

Then he leaned forward, finally locking eyes with her.

"Elira," he purred, voice like poisoned silk. "Am I touching you right now?"

She blinked, lips quivering. "N–No..."

He raised a brow. "Did Fina touch you? Or Rinni touch you?"

"N-No..."

His grin turned cruel.

"I’m letting Kael fuck you. He’s not a girl... unless that’s what you think."

Her mouth fell open. "I—I didn’t—"

"Oh, and about that promise," Allen continued, standing tall now, cock twitching in front of Nyra’s open, drooling mouth. "You think I’m some holy saint? Some upstanding paragon of virtue?"

He barked a harsh laugh.

"I’m not a fucking Sage or saint, Elira. I’m just a guy with a few..." His eyes gleamed. "Anger issues."

Her face contorted—confusion, horror, arousal all crashing together in a filthy cocktail. Her fingers didn’t stop. If anything, they moved faster.

She whimpered. "But you—You said—"

"And you believed me," he snapped, stepping closer, towering over her trembling form. "You stood in front of the council, naked and drooling and branded like a sow... and you still thought your dignity mattered."

He crouched down, just close enough that his words made her breath hitch again.

"Sweetheart, I gave you a fantasy. A nice little lie to wrap yourself in while you touched your used-up holes and scribbled my name across your skin."

He tilted his head.

"But now? I’m tearing the wrapping off."

He gestured to Kael again, who was still frozen, fists clenched, staring at Elira like he didn’t recognize her anymore.

"She’s all yours, Kael. All that self-righteous pride? That servant’s loyalty? Gone. What you’re looking at now is a needy little fuckdoll scribbling filth across her thighs and begging for dick."

Elira’s voice was barely a whisper now.

"...don’t make him..."

Allen grinned, wicked and wide.

"Oh, I won’t make him."

He looked down at Kael with a sneer.

"But if he doesn’t fuck you, he’s going to watch you beg me for it again. He’ll watch you write ’Cum Dumpster’ across your face. He’ll watch rinni and Fina punish you while you scream in pain like the other maids."

He let that settle in the air like smoke.

"So really, it’s up to him. You want mercy? Ask him."

Allen stood up straight, voice turning dark and cold again.

"Ask him."