NTR: Stealing wives in Another World
Chapter 95: Happiness (Heavy smut 18+)

Chapter 95: Happiness (Heavy smut 18+)

The chamber stank of sweat, sex, and surrender.

Elira lay twitching, used and discarded, her ruined hole oozing Kael’s load onto the stone like spilled milk. Her eyes were glassy. Her mind was somewhere far, far away, too shattered to scream.

Kael hadn’t moved. He slumped like a drunk beside her, cock soft, balls empty, eyes vacant.

But all of that... faded.

Because at the center of the chamber, Allen was still fucking Lady Rhelgar like she was a stolen prize—his cock slamming into her with reckless, punishing force.

SLAP-SLAP-SLAP-SLAP-SLAP!

Each thrust cracked through the council hall like a war drum. Each wet impact sent her ink-smeared ass jiggling, the shame-words across her thighs smearing with sweat and juice. Her once-flawless noble skin was now a canvas of disgrace, trembling with every pump.

"GHHAAA—AAAHHH—AAUUNGH!" she cried, drooling down her chin, her moans animalistic and broken. Her voice cracked like glass—each gasp another nail in the coffin of her former dignity.

Her cunt squelched with every thrust.

Loud.

Soaking.

Shameless.

GLRK... SLLLCHH... SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!

Allen’s hips crashed into her again and again, driving her face into the cold floor, her breath fogging the stone.

"You were born for this," Allen growled above her, one hand tangled in her hair, the other slapping her ass so hard the word "CUMVAULT" smeared down to a messy blur.

Behind him, the foxkin elders stood frozen like statues.

Not a word.

Not a sound.

Not even a breath dared break the rhythm.

They couldn’t move.

Couldn’t interrupt.

They wouldn’t—because this was no longer their chamber.

It was his.

And Rhelgar?

His throne.

Her body trembled under him, soaking the floor with a new gush of slick as she convulsed around his cock.

"Ohh—HHNNGGH—I’m CUMMING AGAIN!" she wailed, her legs shaking violently. "MASTER—M-MASTER, MY PUSSY—MY FUCKING PUSSY’S MELTING!"

Allen laughed—cruel, low, victorious.

"Good," he said. "Then maybe it’ll finally forget your husband’s name."

He bent lower, pressing his chest to her inked back, his breath hot against her ear.

"Or should I carve my name into it instead?"

SPANK!

Another brutal slap to her ass. She jerked violently, her nipples dragging across the cold stone as her cunt gushed again—a full squirt, spraying down his thighs.

The ink across her stomach smeared, the phrase "MASTER’S BREEDMEAT" now blotted and streaked with a mix of cum and tears.

And still the elders watched.

Yoru’s hand trembled at his side, knuckles white. Jass didn’t blink. Dael looked like he’d seen the goddess herself get defiled.

No one spoke.

No one dared.

Because Allen wasn’t just fucking Rhelgar anymore.

He was defiling history.

He was rewriting the law—with every slam, every squelch, every scream that echoed through that once-sacred chamber.

THWACK-THWACK-THWACK!

Allen grabbed Rhelgar’s wrists and pulled them behind her back, folding her into a full mating press while still slamming into her from behind. Her face dragged along the stone floor, her moans now high-pitched squeals of utter mindbreak.

"AAIIIIEEEHHHHH!!"

"That’s it," Allen hissed. "Let them hear it. Let them hear what a noble bitch sounds like when she finally finds a cock worthy of her cunt."

Her legs kicked uselessly.

Her voice was gone.

Only wet gags and sob-moans spilled from her lips now.

He spat on her back and used the slick to slide his hand along her spine—pressing her deeper, locking her in place as he ravaged her.

THUMP! THUMP! THUMP!

Her head smacked lightly against the floor with each thrust.

She didn’t resist.

Didn’t complain.

Didn’t even exist anymore—not as Lady Rhelgar.

Just a hole.

Just Allen’s property.

A drooling, spasming, ink-branded trophy for the man who had broken her.

Allen grinned, watching her thighs twitch—her body stuck in a loop of overstimulation. Her pussy was a waterfall now—slick pouring out with each slap of his hips, coating the stone below them like a puddle of pure sin.

He leaned back, gripping her hips tight.

"Say it again," he snarled.

She sobbed.

"Y-Yours!" she screamed, her voice shredded. "I’m yours! M-My cunt—my whole body—please use me!"

Allen spat on her pussy and pounded her harder.

SLAP-SLAP-SLAP!

"Louder."

"YOURS!" she howled. "I’M MASTER ALLEN’S BREEDING SLUT! I’M MADE FOR COCK!"

The council flinched.

Rhelgar shattered.

And Allen—eyes wild, breath ragged—came.

Deep.

Hard.

Like he was planting a flag in her womb.

"FUCK—YESSSSSS!!" he roared, slamming one final time as his cock throbbed inside her, pumping load after load into her already-flooded cunt.

Rhelgar’s eyes rolled back.

Her limbs twitched.

She came again.

Squirting all over him.

And then?

Silence.

The kind that only comes after a war.

Allen slowly pulled out with a long, filthy squelch, cum drooling from her gaped, quivering hole.

He stood.

Breathing heavy.

Sweat-drenched.

And turned to the council.

Every elder looked down.

No one met his eyes.

Because they knew—

In that moment, in that chamber—

Allen wasn’t just a man anymore.

He was their master.

Lady Rhelgar’s body twitched beneath Allen like a puppet with snapped strings—arms splayed, ass lifted, cunt drooling his cum in thick, lazy drips. Her mouth hung open. Eyes blank. Her noble dignity had been fucked out of existence.

Allen exhaled once.

Then smiled again.

Not soft.

Not kind.

Predatory.

He grabbed Rhelgar’s hips again, lined himself back up with her soaked, fluttering hole—and thrust back in without warning.

SHLORRRK—THWACK!

"NNGGHHHHHAAAAAH!!" she screamed, her body instantly convulsing. She wasn’t ready. Her pussy should have been too wrecked. But it took him in again, greedier than ever, as if even her ruined flesh knew it belonged to him now.

And Allen?

He barely grunted.

He was already working her like a machine—relentless, hips crashing against her battered cheeks with savage rhythm.

SLAP-SLAP-SLAP-SLAP-SLAP!!

Her pussy sounded like a wet rag being beat against stone, every stroke noisy, messy, humiliating. Her legs trembled. Her toes curled. Her voice cracked into a wail.

And still—Allen turned his head slowly.

Eyes scanning the stunned council.

Right to Lira.

There she lay at the side of the chamber—collapsed, limbs limp, every single hole leaking thick ropes of elder seed. Her stomach twitched, visibly bloated from the brutal gangbang she’d just survived. Her face?

Smiling.

Tear-streaked.

Her voice was hoarse.

"...thank you..."

It was barely a whisper, but it echoed louder than thunder.

Allen’s eyes narrowed.

He looked to the elders.

Still standing.

Still breathing.

Still not fucking.

"Why," he said, voice low and dangerous, "aren’t any of you ruining her right now?"

Yoru flinched.

Doel swallowed hard.

"She... She needed time to breathe," Fenlo croaked.

Allen’s smile vanished.

The air turned cold.

"Time to breathe?" he repeated. "You cum in every hole she’s got and you’re worried about her lungs now?"

No one answered.

Allen’s voice cut through the silence like a blade.

"You think this is mercy?" he snarled. "This isn’t a spa day, you hypocrites. This is punishment. Humbling. Justice."

He grabbed Rhelgar’s hips tighter and slammed into her so hard her tits bounced against the floor with a fleshy slap.

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!

"Start. Ruining. Her. Again."

The elders hesitated for only a second—before the weight of Allen’s fury shoved them into motion.

Yoru stepped forward first, stripping off his robe with shaking hands. Doel followed, already hard again. Jass didn’t speak—just moved toward Lira’s limp, thank-you-mumbling form with dead eyes and twitching fists.

Lira looked up at them.

Her cheeks were soaked with tears, but she smiled.

"Th-thank you... thank you for using me..."

Jass grabbed her by the hair.

"You’re not done, you filthy cocksponge," he growled, hauling her up to her knees.

Doel slapped her—hard. Her head snapped to the side, and she moaned.

"Please," she whispered. "More..."

Yoru moved behind her, lining his cock up with her gaping, dripping asshole.

"Spread it, you little council cumrag," he hissed.

Lira obeyed, reaching behind herself, pulling her cheeks wide open for more punishment.

"Y-Yes... please ruin me..."

And then?

Chaos.

They went at her like animals—rage and shame twisting their faces as they pounded into her like she was the last hole left in the world.

Doel pinched her nipples until she screamed, biting down on her shoulder as he fucked her face raw. Jass shoved her thighs open and slapped her cunt, hard, over and over until she was squealing through a mouthful of cock.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Her pussy lips turned red and puffy from the abuse.

"FUCKING STAY OPEN!" Jass roared.

"YOU WANTED THIS!" Doel snarled, spit flying from his mouth as he shoved deeper down her throat.

Lira could barely breathe—but she never stopped saying it.

"Thank you... thank you... thank you for hurting me...!"

Yoru dragged hot wax from a nearby torch across her back, making her arch and scream, her entire body convulsing from the pain.

"Yes! Burn me! I’m your disgrace!"

Allen watched, still buried in Rhelgar’s sopping cunt, grinning now as the council finally understood.

Finally indulged.

Finally fell.

Rhelgar was sobbing beneath him, clenching around him like her body wanted to be split open again.

Allen leaned low, pressing his mouth to her ear as he fucked her harder than before—brutal, merciless, godlike.

"You hear that, pet?" he growled. "They’re finally treating their kind like how you treated other beastkin."

"Y-Yes... Master..." Rhelgar whimpered. "It’s... beautiful..."

Allen grabbed her throat.

"Say it again."

She choked—gasping around his grip.

"Beautiful!" she screamed. "Thank you for making me nothing! Thank you for breeding me into filth!"

THWACK-THWACK-THWACK!

The room echoed with slaps, screams, and the perverse chorus of cumsluts broken into their new roles. A courtroom of shame. A church of degradation.

Allen smiled.

And he kept fucking.

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