NTR: Stealing wives in Another World
Chapter 97: Surprise (18+)

Chapter 97: Surprise (18+)

Nyra moaned as she crawled onto the council table, her ass high, back arched, the two orange carrots still sticking proudly from her twitching, overstuffed hole.

Allen followed, eyes glowing with savage lust, his cock gleaming with a cocktail of Rhelgar’s juices and his own thick cum.

"Face down," he growled. "Mouth on her hole. Clean every drop."

Nyra obeyed instantly—desperate to please.

She lowered her face to Lady Rhelgar’s twitching, dripping pussy, still gaping slightly from Allen’s brutal load. The scent of sex was dizzying—coppery, salty, divine. And Nyra?

She licked.

Like it was nectar of the gods.

Long, slow swipes of her tongue across the ruined folds, scooping up thick globs of leftover cum like she was slurping melted cream off a feast platter. She moaned with every taste, eyes fluttering, her body quivering with arousal.

Allen mounted her from behind.

One hand grabbed her tail—hard—and yanked it back like a handle. The other guided his cock to her soaking cunt, the tip brushing against her puffy lips, which clenched with anticipation.

"Look at you," he sneered. "Gorgeous little mutt, licking up another woman’s failure like it’s your prize."

He thrust.

SPLURCH.

Nyra choked on Rhelgar’s pussy, her tongue still buried between the noble’s legs as Allen slammed into her from behind.

Her whole body jolted.

Her ass bounced, carrots jiggling with each wet, meaty smack of hips to cheeks.

And Allen didn’t go easy.

No build-up. No mercy. Just full, animalistic rutting.

He fucked her like she was nothing but a socket for cock—a plug-and-play fleshlight made to clean up his messes while getting ruined in the process.

Nyra whimpered, but didn’t stop licking.

Not for a second.

Her tongue traced Rhelgar’s folds like a worshipper at a shrine, slurping the last dribbles of Allen’s cum with religious reverence.

"Good little fox," Allen grunted. "Clean up what’s left of her pride while I fuck the rest of yours out of you."

SMACK! He slapped her ass—once, then again—and the carrots bounced wildly, one of them sinking deeper from the impact.

"MMMPH!" Nyra yelped, eyes rolling.

He grinned.

"Gonna fuck you so hard, they pop out like champagne corks."

Behind them, Lady Rhelgar moaned softly—her body still twitching, her face stuck in a stupid, broken smile. She didn’t even flinch as Nyra licked her raw cunt like a starving animal.

And deeper in the chamber?

Kael was still railing Elira like his life depended on it. Her voice had gone hoarse, but her eyes sparkled with madness—like a slave who finally understood her place.

Meanwhile, Lira’s body had gone limp from overuse. Cum oozed from every hole, dripping off her nipples, running in rivers down her thighs. Yet her lips still moved...

"...thank you..."

Allen drove harder.

Faster.

Brutal.

Nyra’s pussy gushed around him, juices flying with each savage thrust, her walls clenching like they were trying to milk the sin from his cock.

And all the while?

She licked.

Slurped.

Moaned into Rhelgar’s battered cunt.

Until Allen finally shouted:

"TAKE IT, BITCH!"

And came again.

This time deep inside Nyra, hot and heavy, spraying her womb with a fresh load like he was painting her insides.

Nyra screamed.

Came.

Her whole body buckled—and with a wet, slippery POP, one of the carrots shot out of her asshole, spinning across the council table like a runaway top.

Allen roared with laughter.

"HAH! I told you!"

He looked down at the gasping, drooling foxkin beneath him.

"Ready for round two? Or should I stuff a cucumber in and turn you into a fucking centerpiece?"

Nyra trembled.

Smiled.

And whispered:

"...thank you..."

Allen stood over Nyra’s quivering body, his cock still twitching, slick with her juices and his own second load.

The carrot had skidded to a stop at the edge of the council table, glistening, still warm, wobbling like it was embarrassed to be involved.

Allen smirked.

"Pick it up."

Nyra blinked, panting, her limbs trembling from orgasm tremors. But she obeyed—crawling to the edge of the table, grabbing the slick, shame-soaked carrot, and sliding it back into her gaping asshole without hesitation.

SQUELCH.

She moaned deep and low, her body shivering at the self-stuffing.

"Now go," Allen said, gesturing toward the limp, cum-drenched mess of a woman lying in the middle of the room. "Lira’s due for another playmate."

Nyra turned, her lips curling into a feral grin.

"Yes, Master..."

And she prowled.

On all fours.

Carrots bouncing with every movement as she crawled across the floor, juices trailing behind her like a slug of sin. Lira barely moved—still twitching, still whispering her ghost-prayer thank-yous—but her glazed eyes lit up just a little when she saw the foxkin approaching.

A new mouth. A new tongue. A new source of suffering.

She welcomed it.

Allen’s gaze shifted.

Lady Rhelgar still lay there—legs spread, face slack, stomach twitching. Her once-proud cunt was now a leaking hole of shame, flooding with Allen’s seed, his cum pouring from her like a broken dam.

She was ruined.

But not enough.

Not nearly enough.

Allen rolled his neck, cracking it like a boxer before a final round.

"Alright, noblehole," he growled. "You got the human experience... now it’s time for something a little more..."

He grinned wickedly.

He raised his hand and activated the skill:

[Penis Enlargement]!

A green pulse of mana surged through his body—condensing, focusing, and funneling straight to his already-thick cock.

It throbbed.

Swelled.

Mutated.

The shaft turned darker, veiny, with ridges that pulsed like muscles, veins bulging like roots of a tree. The head flared out, wider and more bulbous, glowing faintly with raw lust magic. His balls dropped heavier, slapping against his thighs with a wet clap.

What stood between his legs now...

Was no longer a man’s cock.

It was a monster’s.

A fat, obscene orc dick, as thick as a forearm, veined like a cursed artifact, pulsing with mana and menace.

Lady Rhelgar blinked, dazed—then her eyes widened in horror as she saw the thing twitching before her.

"N-no... it won’t fit..." she croaked.

Allen just chuckled darkly, stepping over her.

"Oh, it’ll fit. I’ll make sure of it."

He crouched down, grabbed her by the ankles, and folded her legs back until her knees touched her shoulders.

Rhelgar whimpered.

Cum leaked faster from her overstretched pussy as she stared down the monster about to ruin her further.

Allen lined it up.

The ridged tip pressed to her slick, gaping hole—already loose from the previous pounding, but not remotely ready for this.

"Hope your womb’s got a panic room," Allen whispered.

And then he thrust.

SPLRRRCH—POP!

The head punched through.

Rhelgar screamed—back arching, eyes rolling back as the orc cock forced her hole to stretch beyond its limit, parting her like an offering to the gods of filth.

Allen groaned as he sank deeper, inch by monstrous inch.

"Fuck yes... this thing’s hugging me like it wants to keep me..."

Rhelgar’s entire body shook.

She clawed at the floor, mouth open in a silent cry as the bulge of Allen’s orc cock visibly pushed against her lower stomach.

And still—he kept going.

"Don’t pass out yet, Lady Fuckrag," Allen growled. "You haven’t even begged."

Behind them, Nyra was now riding Lira’s face while fingering herself with a carrot in each hand—laughter and moans blending with the background chorus of wet, obscene noises.

Allen grabbed Rhelgar’s waist like a lifter with a barbell, and slammed in fully.

WHAP!

Her stomach bulged. Her brain short-circuited. Her scream became a silent gape.

And Allen?

He grinned down at her and said:

"Time to breed you like the pig you pretend not to be."