NTR: Stealing wives in Another World
Chapter 93: Baptism (18++)

Chapter 93: Baptism (18++)

Elira didn’t scream anymore.

She shivered.

Face-down, ass-up, cunt still twitching from Kael’s final brutal thrusts, her mind floated somewhere between too much and not done yet. The ink smeared across her stomach had faded in parts, blurred with sweat and juices. Her dignity lay somewhere between her thighs, soaking the stone.

Allen stood a few feet away, arms folded, untouched and unbothered. His gaze didn’t flinch. He didn’t move closer. Neither did Fina or Rinni.

Because he’d made a promise.

"They don’t touch her," he’d said. "Not even a finger. That honor goes to Nyra."

And Nyra... oh, Nyra was ready.

She rose from her knees with a wobble in her hips, her thighs glossy with her own cum. Her nipples were puffy and raw, sporting fresh bite marks that throbbed with each movement. Her breath hitched with every step, her pussy still leaking from earlier use—but her eyes gleamed with vicious purpose.

She walked like a woman possessed.

Or more like... a bitch unleashed.

Elira whimpered when Nyra approached.

Not just from fear.

But from shame.

Because her body still hadn’t stopped throbbing.

"Look at you," Nyra whispered, crouching beside her. "I was master Allen’s toy... and even I wouldn’t fall this low."

She smirked cruelly.

"Until now."

Nyra turned slowly, bent over, and reached behind her.

Elira’s eyes widened in horror.

She watched—frozen—as Nyra grunted and pulled.

A thick, dirty carrot slid out from her ass with a wet, obscene pop, coated in slick and musk. The scent hit the air like humiliation incarnate.

Elira gagged.

Nyra licked it clean with a single slow stroke. "Mmm... still warm."

Then she grabbed Elira’s ass.

No warning. No hesitation.

And jammed the carrot into her cunt.

Elira screamed.

Her back arched, her thighs kicking uselessly. But there were no hands to hold her down. No one else touched her.

Just Nyra.

Just her filth.

The carrot went in deep—rubbing against raw, sensitive walls slick from use, every ridge pressing into places Elira didn’t want to admit felt too good.

"Still wet," Nyra purred. "Still greedy."

Elira sobbed.

"P-Please—don’t do this—"

But Nyra straddled her lower back, not caring about the trembling or begging. Her swollen nipples dragged across Elira’s spine, leaving streaks of milk and spit behind. She leaned down, lips near Elira’s ear.

"You’re not special," she whispered. "You’re not noble. You’re just the next bitch to take what Master leaves behind."

She pulled the carrot out.

Slow.

Slick.

Then shoved it back in hard.

Elira howled, her face scrunched against the floor as her body betrayed her again.

Her cunt twitched. Her hips bucked.

"See?" Nyra laughed. "Your pussy loves it."

She leaned down again, voice soft, mocking.

"You don’t even need a cock anymore. You’re a vegetable cum dumpster now."

Allen didn’t speak.

Didn’t blink.

He simply watched.

Expression unreadable, as if silently judging whether Elira would shatter... or become something worse.

Nyra reached back, grabbed another carrot from the pile, and without pause, shoved it into Elira’s ass.

The second intrusion made Elira shriek, her muscles locking up.

"No—NO—stop—"

But she didn’t stop.

Nyra began fucking her with both—alternating thrusts, switching holes, grinding the filth deeper, making sure Elira felt every bit of shame possible. The carrots squelched with each pump, slick juices pooling beneath her.

"You’re gonna cum," Nyra sneered. "You’re gonna squirt on a root, aren’t you?"

Elira shook her head, crying, thrashing.

But her body didn’t lie.

Her thighs tensed.

Her back arched.

And then—

It hit.

A guttural moan tore from her throat as her pussy exploded, spraying all over the floor, the carrot, and Nyra’s hand. Her entire body convulsed like it was rejecting the last piece of her pride.

Nyra didn’t even flinch.

She just whispered into her ear:

"Good girl."

Then stood.

Turned.

And shoved the soaked carrot back into herself.

Elira collapsed.

Trembling.

Used.

Ruined.

Allen stepped forward now. Only now.

He crouched beside her, not touching, just watching the way her body twitched and leaked and failed to hide its need.

"You’re not my toy," he said calmly. "You’re Nyra’s plaything now."

Nyra crawled to him on all fours.

Her knees dragged streaks of milk and filth across the stone, her thighs smeared with Elira’s squirt and her own leaking need. She moved slow, sensual, deliberate—like a bitch in heat begging for praise.

Her fox tail wagged eagerly behind her, fluffy and stained, twitching with every breath. The two remaining carrots were still buried in her ass, thick and stubborn, but each sway of her hips made them twitch, push, threaten to slip free.

"Master..." she purred, looking up with wide, glassy eyes. Her tongue lolled from her lips like a dog desperate for attention. "Did I do good?"

Allen didn’t answer immediately. He looked at her—really looked—taking in the wobble of her arms, the way her whole body trembled like she was high on degradation. Her chest heaved, swollen tits dragging against the floor, nipples still leaking little beads of milk with every heartbeat.

He crouched in front of her, close enough to smell the sweat and sex on her breath.

"You tell me," he said. "Does that look like a job well done?"

Nyra’s eyes darted to Elira.

Still collapsed. Still twitching.

Her pussy was a mess of slick and pulp, lips swollen and twitching from the abuse. Her face was twisted in silent aftershock, drool leaking from the corner of her mouth. She hadn’t even tried to crawl away.

Nyra grinned.

"Yes, Master," she whispered, tail wagging harder. "She’s broken. Just like you wanted."

Allen gave the tiniest nod.

Nyra’s breath hitched—like she’d just won a prize.

Behind them, Kael stood frozen, fists clenched at his sides. His face was red, jaw tight. He didn’t speak, didn’t move, but his eyes locked on Elira’s destroyed body with something between fury and hunger.

His cock was stiffening.

Visibly.

Pathetically.

Allen noticed.

"Problem, Kael?" he asked coolly, without looking away from Nyra.

Kael’s mouth twitched. "No, Master."

"You sure?" Allen’s tone was like a blade wrapped in silk. "You look like you wanna trade places with the carrots."

Nyra snorted, a wet little laugh escaping her as one carrot finally gave up its fight and slid halfway out of her ass, hanging there like a flag of shame.

Kael said nothing.

Allen tilted Nyra’s chin up with one finger. "You want a reward?"

Nyra’s eyes lit up. "Please. Anything."

Allen leaned in close, voice soft and deadly.

"Then keep crawling."

Nyra blinked. "Crawling...?"

He nodded at Elira.

"To her."

Nyra hesitated only a second—then obeyed, crawling over to the ruined woman like an obedient beast. Her tail wagged faster. The second carrot popped loose with a juicy squelch, thudding to the ground behind her like a discarded trophy.

Allen stood, finally walking toward Kael.

"She’s all yours now," he said coldly.

Kael blinked. "What?"

"Elira," Allen said. "You’ve been drooling over her like a starving mutt. So go ahead. Fuck her again. See what’s left."

Kael’s breath caught.

His eyes flicked to Elira, then to Nyra, who was licking the mess off Elira’s thigh like a loyal pet.

Allen’s voice lowered.

"But if you come before she does..." He leaned in. "You’re next on the floor."

Kael swallowed hard.

His cock twitched.

Elira moaned.

And the game wasn’t over yet.