NTR: Stealing wives in Another World
Chapter 92: Crossroad(18++)

Chapter 92: Crossroad(18++)

Kael still didn’t move.

His knees ached from the stone floor, hands clenched into fists so tight his claws were drawing blood. His breathing was shallow, ragged, like he was choking on air. His eyes locked on Elira—still beautiful, still infuriating—but no longer untouchable. No longer noble.

She was kneeling in front of him, her thighs soaked and trembling, one hand dripping with slick from her own hole, the other stained with ink from the vile words she’d scrawled across her naked body.

He should’ve felt pity.

But all he felt was the ache.

That terrible, suffocating ache.

Allen saw it.

He saw everything.

And smiled.

A slow, lazy smile that didn’t reach his eyes.

Then he spoke.

Calm. Even. Quiet.

But his voice carried like death.

"If you don’t fuck her," Allen murmured, "I’ll show you something worse than hell."

Kael’s head snapped up, eyes wide. "What...?"

Allen didn’t raise his voice. That made it worse.

He stepped forward, and with every step, the air seemed to grow colder.

"Let me remind you..." he said softly. "This bitch? She’s human. Just like me."

He pointed at Elira without even looking at her, like she was a discarded object on the floor.

"But unlike me... the rest of her kind? They look at you like you’re a mutt in heat. A thing. A disgrace." His voice dropped to a low, vibrating growl. "To them, you’re not a warrior. Not a man. You’re just another beastkin. A disposable fucktoy. A body to break and breed."

Kael’s breathing stuttered.

"They made your sisters into sex slaves, Kael. They made your brothers into sacrifices. They branded your kin and sold them in brothels for coin."

Allen leaned in close. Too close. His breath was warm against Kael’s ear.

"And now... I’ve given you the chance to use one of theirs. Not as revenge. Not as justice. Just as a hole. Just as they’ve done to you."

He straightened, voice dark and venomous.

"So I’ll ask you again..."

He gestured with a flick of his fingers at Elira, still trembling on her knees, still slick between the thighs, her cunt twitching from the lingering echoes of her own fingers.

"Do you want to fuck her?"

Kael didn’t answer.

But Elira did.

"DON’T YOU FUCKING DARE!"

Her voice shattered the air like a scream through glass. Her entire body jerked, her back arched, and she snarled, a mix of rage and terror.

"You fucking coward! You pathetic dog! You touch me, and you’re just like him! You’re not a man, you’re a fucking pet!"

She slapped the ground, her fingers slick and shaking, eyes blazing with fury.

"You think I wanted this? You think I ever wanted to be his toy?! I served nobility! I lived with purpose! I wasn’t made for this gutter-sucking filth!"

She lunged forward, not to attack, but to scream closer.

"YOU DON’T NEED TO FUCK ME! YOU CAN BE BETTER THAN HIM!"

Allen chuckled darkly.

"You think this is about me?" he said, voice low and amused. "No, Elira. This is about him."

Kael flinched.

Allen stepped to the side, slowly circling them like a predator savoring the moment.

"You think I’m manipulating him? I am. But you know what? Deep down... Kael doesn’t need my words."

He knelt behind Elira, not touching her, just hovering like a demon watching a sacrifice writhe.

"He’s hard right now. He’s angry. He’s hurt. He saw the women he loved on their knees with my cock down their throats, and you—" He pointed at her ink-covered belly. "’Fuck Pet of Master Allen?’ That was your brush. Your handwriting."

Elira’s breath caught.

Allen smiled wider.

"You were wet when you wrote it. You were moaning. And now you think some screams and curses are going to save you?"

Suddenly, he snapped his fingers.

Nyra, still kneeling with spit-glossed lips, rose without hesitation. She strutted to Elira with an elegance soaked in cruelty, seized a fistful of her tangled hair, and yanked her head back in one fluid motion.

Elira gasped, chest heaving, her face twisted in helpless rage as her cheek slammed against the stone floor—ass raised, legs spread, thighs twitching with the aftershocks of arousal.

"Be quiet, cum rag," Nyra hissed, her eyes blazing with smug satisfaction. "You’re interrupting Master’s kindness."

Elira whimpered—not from pain, but from shame.

"I’ll kill you..." she croaked. "I swear, Kael, I’ll fucking bite your dick off... I’ll rip it with my teeth, I’ll—!"

Allen sighed.

"Still so mouthy."

He turned back to Kael.

"Here’s what’s going to happen," he said, voice flat. "Either you get off your ass and claim what I’m giving you... or I shove her ass against the wall and let my girls ruin her while you watch."

Kael’s breath caught in his throat.

Allen’s gaze darkened.

"And I promise you... if it comes to that, she’ll be begging me to fuck her again by the end of it. She’ll lick the cum off Nyra’s cunt and thank me for letting her. And you’ll just sit there. Helpless. After that I’ll deal with you."

Kael’s claws dug into the stone floor.

"Or..." Allen added softly, "you can be the one to break her."

He knelt again beside Elira, watching the tears streak down her cheeks, the ink still wet on her stomach.

Kael’s body trembled.

It wasn’t fear anymore.

It wasn’t even rage.

It was something deeper. Something hollow and hungry and wrong.

He didn’t want to admit it.

Didn’t want to feel it.

But his cock was throbbing.

He looked down at Elira—this proud, snarling woman reduced to a broken heap, every insult she spat soaked in her own arousal.

Ink smeared across her skin like a confession.

Her thighs slick and spread.

Her cunt clenching.

Not for him.

Not yet.

But it would be.

"...You think I’m a monster," Kael said, his voice barely a whisper.

Elira turned her head, cheek still pressed to the floor. Her lips trembled with fury. "I know you are."

Kael crawled forward.

Each movement slow. Measured.

Predatory.

"You’re right," he said. "But you made me this way."

His hands gripped her thighs—tight enough to bruise.

Elira jerked. "Don’t—!"

"I remember," Kael growled. "I remember how you looked at us. Like were filth. Like we should’ve been grateful just to serve you like gods."

He leaned in, mouth grazing her ear.

"And now I’m going to fuck you like filth. Because that’s all you ever thought we were—no I was."

"No—" Elira writhed, but Nyra held her down, a wicked smirk twisting her face.

Allen stepped back, arms folded, watching Kael with an approving gleam.

"That’s it," he murmured. "Take what’s yours."

Kael lined himself up, his breath ragged, cock pulsing as it brushed against her soaked entrance.

Elira’s eyes widened. "Kael—Kael, please—don’t—!"

But her voice broke.

Because her body betrayed her.

Her hips arched.

Her breath caught.

And her pussy twitched against him.

"Beg," Kael whispered, voice hollow. "Beg me not to."

"I... I hate you..."

"Good."

And then—

He pushed in.

Slow.

Deliberate.

Elira screamed.

Not in pain.

Not entirely.

Her back arched violently, her ink-smeared tits dragging against the stone as Kael sank deeper into her with a low, primal groan. Her legs kicked once—twice—but Nyra shoved them down, laughing softly.

"Such a pathetic little whore," Nyra whispered. "You’re going to cum on his cock, aren’t you?"

"FUCK YOU!" Elira howled, tears blurring her vision.

Kael thrust again, harder this time.

Her slick walls clenched, betraying every ounce of resistance her voice tried to fake.

Allen crouched near her face, tilting her chin up with one finger.

"Still think you’re nobility, Elira?" he asked, his smile venomous.

She didn’t answer.

Couldn’t.

Not with Kael pounding her from behind like a beast unchained, each thrust slapping wet and loud between her thighs. Her body trembled with every impact, shame and pleasure twisted into a perfect storm behind her burning eyes.

Allen leaned in, licking a tear from her cheek.

"You’re not a servant anymore," he whispered. "You’re a gift. And gifts get used."

Elira tried to speak.

Tried to say something—anything—but her voice caught in her throat as Kael bottomed out inside her with a shuddering groan. Her body jerked again, involuntarily, her cunt spasming around him like it had a will of its own.

Kael didn’t stop.

He couldn’t stop.

He braced his claws on her hips and began to thrust with a rhythm that grew steadier, crueler, deeper. Not hurried. Not frantic. Just... inevitable. Each stroke punched her forward against the stone, making her cry out with each slap of flesh on flesh.

"Do you feel that?" Kael rasped, voice shaking. "That’s what you always thought we were. Animals. Brutes. Fucking things."

Elira’s hands clawed at the floor.

"I was loyal," she sobbed, "I—I was loyal! I served!I served my masters—!"

"You served yourself," Kael snapped. "You served power. And now it’s serving me."

He reached forward and shoved her upper back down, grinding her spine into an arch as he hammered into her. Her ass bounced lewdly with every thrust, the slap of skin echoing like applause in the chamber.

Allen, still squatting beside her face, just hummed approvingly.

"See, Elira? All that begging, all that righteous fire? Just theater. Because deep down... you’re just another dripping hole that needed to be put in place."

Nyra leaned down beside her, nuzzling against her cheek mockingly.

"You can’t hide from this anymore," she purred. "Your cunt’s louder than your mouth now."

Elira whimpered—then screamed again as Kael slammed into her harder.

And then—she twitched.

That unmistakable quake of climax beginning to coil. Her toes curled. Her breath hitched. Her inner walls clenched so tight it made Kael grunt with shock.

She was cumming.

She didn’t want to.

But her body didn’t care.

Allen smirked wider.

"Don’t you dare cum," he growled. "Don’t you fucking dare cum without permission."

"I’m n-not—!" Elira gasped, voice breaking.

But she was.

Her body trembled as the orgasm ripped through her like a storm—messy, unwanted, devastating. Slick gushed around Kael’s cock as her cries dissolved into sobs, her pride torn to pieces in front of her enemies.

Kael groaned, still buried inside her.

Allen leaned closer, licking his lips.

"Well," he said softly. "There it is."

He reached out and traced the ink on her belly with his thumb, smearing the still-wet word Pet into a blur of shame.

"You came like a good little fucktoy," he whispered. "How does it feel knowing the first cock you broke on... wasn’t even mine?"

Elira sobbed into the floor, broken, breathless.

Allen stood.

And turned to Kael.

"Pull out," he ordered.

Kael blinked, panting hard. "W-What?"

"You don’t get to finish inside her," Allen said coldly. "She’s not yours. She’s mine. You just broke her in."

Kael hesitated.

Allen’s smile vanished.

"I said. Pull out."

Kael obeyed—trembling, dripping, flushed with shame and lust—and stepped back, his cock slick with Elira’s cum.

Allen turned to Nyra and snapped his fingers.

Without a word, she dropped to her knees behind Elira and began to lick.

Elira jolted.

"Wha—N-No—stop—!"

Nyra’s tongue lapped at her soaked folds with vicious elegance, slurping every drop Kael left behind, humming in delight like she was tasting fine wine.

"She’s still sensitive," she said with a grin. "Might make her cum again."

Allen crouched once more and lifted Elira’s face by the chin.

"I warned you," he said. "You could’ve begged me. You could’ve resisted. You could’ve run."

He leaned in, brushing his lips just above hers.

"But you didn’t."

Then he whispered:

"Welcome to the circle, pet."

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