NTR: Stealing wives in Another World
Chapter 99: Throne

Chapter 99: Throne

Allen pulled out of Veyna with a wet, echoing SPLORCH—a sound so obscene it bounced off the chamber walls like a cruel reminder of what she’d just endured.

Her pussy didn’t close.

It stayed wide open, twitching, gaping like a broken door, dribbling cum in long, sticky strands onto the cold stone floor. Her stomach still bulged faintly, her body shivering, her voice reduced to breathless, grateful whimpers.

Allen didn’t even look at her as she collapsed sideways onto the table like discarded meat.

Instead, he turned to Kael.

The man was on his knees, eyes glassy, his cock limp and leaking. He looked like a man who’d just watched his world get split in half and then fucked into submission.

"Look at me," Allen said.

Kael hesitated.

Allen’s voice sharpened. "I said look at me."

Kael obeyed.

Allen’s eyes glinted with something cruel, something righteous, something that burned.

"Say it."

Kael blinked. "Say... what, Master?"

Allen stepped closer, cock still half-hard and dripping Veyna’s insides down his thigh. He pointed down at the gaping wreck of Kael’s wife.

"Say thank you."

Kael’s throat worked.

His pride screamed. His dignity clawed at the walls of his soul.

But nothing was stronger than the collar wrapped around his will.

"...thank you, Master," he choked out.

Allen smirked.

"That’s a good bitch."

He turned away—like Kael was no longer worth acknowledging—and raised a hand lazily.

"Fina," he called, voice echoing like a king summoning his executioner, "bring in the five. I want my throne."

Fina’s ears twitched. She grinned, all fangs and mischief.

"Right away, Master~"

A few moments later, she returned—with five naked maids in tow.

Or rather, dragging them.

The girls stumbled in, hands tied behind their backs, their thighs clenched, knees wobbling. Every one of them was red-faced and teary-eyed, their legs shaking as if they’d been holding in screams for hours.

Each one had a faint green roll of leaves shoved into her cunt, the ends poking out slightly—itching leaf, nature’s cruelest foreplay.

They whimpered with every step, their hips jerking involuntarily as the itching inside them grew maddening. Their clits were swollen, their pussies soaked not with arousal but with desperation.

One tried to rub her thighs together for relief.

Fina yanked her leash. "Don’t. You’ll only make it worse."

Allen chuckled darkly.

"Perfect," he said, stepping forward and admiring them like a collector inspecting his prizes. "You all look like a good seat."

He snapped his fingers and pointed to the ground.

"Kneel."

The maids obeyed instantly, falling to their knees in a row, trembling, squirming, their faces twisted in unbearable need. The itching leaf tormented them without mercy.

Allen stepped behind them—and sat.

Right down on their backs.

A throne of flesh and agony.

The girls whimpered as his weight settled on them, but none dared protest. His cock draped lazily across his thigh, still glistening with filth, pulsing like it was waiting for more holes.

"Mmm," he sighed, leaning back like a man on a velvet couch. "Better than any royal seat."

He snapped his fingers again.

"Fina. Rinni. Get over here."

Fina padded over, she was glowing with sweat, a predator’s grin on her lips. Rinni followed, shy and obedient, but already squirming as she eyed the twitching maids beneath Allen’s throne.

"Sit," Allen said, patting his lap. "There’s room for both of you. As you know you two are my precious so sit beside me."

Fina climbed up first, straddling one thigh with ease, purring as she slid against him. Rinni followed more hesitantly, sitting on his other side, her breath catching as Allen’s hand immediately found her ass and squeezed.

He wrapped one arm around each of them.

Behind him, the maids twitched and whimpered, their bodies slick with sweat and desperation. The itching inside them had become unbearable—driving them to the edge of madness. They pressed their faces to the floor, teeth clenched, cunts drooling around the cursed leaves inside them.

Allen smiled.

"Tell me, my throne," he said, voice dripping with mockery. "Does it itch?"

One maid sobbed. "Y-yes, Master—please, I can’t—I need to—"

Allen interrupted. "You’ll scratch when I let you scratch."

He looked at Fina.

"Have they confessed yet?"

Fina grinned.

"Not properly. They begged. Cried. One said she’d eat her own ass if it’d stop. But none of them have earned relief."

Allen nodded slowly.

"Then let’s help them earn it," he said darkly. "One by one. Let’s make this throne sing."

He leaned forward, both arms still wrapped around Fina and Rinni, the maids quivering beneath him like sinners under judgment.

And he smiled.

Because the court of the broken had just begun.

Allen didn’t look at the maids squirming beneath him.

He didn’t need to.

They were furniture now—no names, no worth, just wet, twitching cushions soaked in cunt juice and misery. They whimpered and writhed, trying not to scream from the burning itch buried in their holes, but Allen wasn’t listening.

His hands were busy.

His girls were here.

Fina’s tits practically spilled into his palm the second he touched her—soft, warm, and heavy with need. He gave her a slow squeeze, fingers curling deep into the plush flesh, dragging a moan out of her throat that was half growl, half purr. Her feather skirt barely covered anything, and the moment he shifted his hand, the sheer strip fluttered aside—revealing her fat, dripping pussy, already twitching and clenching like it missed his cock.

Her tail flicked with excitement, brushing his side like a whip of fur, and she rubbed against him shamelessly, her thighs spreading just enough to show off the sticky mess glistening between her lips.

"Such a filthy little cat," Allen muttered, rolling her nipple between two fingers. "You like putting on a show for the whores under us?"

Fina licked his cheek. "They should know who owns you," she purred. "You belong to us."

His other hand was already busy with Rinni.

The bunny girl twitched the moment his fingers grazed her chest—so sensitive, so needy. Her micro maid bikini had given up entirely; the fabric barely clung to her tits, leaving her nipples exposed and aching. She squirmed when he pinched one between his knuckles, a desperate whine slipping out of her throat before she could stop it.

Her skirt was a joke—one that had long since ridden up and revealed everything. Her slick, flushed pussy was already leaking down her thighs, the fabric doing absolutely nothing to hide how soaked she was. She tried to close her legs, embarrassed—but Allen slapped her thigh.

"Keep them open," he growled. "Let the throne feel how wet my bunny is."

Rinni whimpered.

She obeyed.

Her legs parted, trembling, and Allen reached down without breaking eye contact—his fingers slipping between her thighs, grazing her swollen clit. She gasped like she’d been electrocuted, her whole body tensing as he rubbed tiny circles into the little button that made her melt.

She was already panting.

Already ready to fall apart from just being touched.

Allen leaned in, voice low and dirty against her ear. "You love getting off in front of slaves, don’t you? You love how wrong it is."

Rinni nodded frantically. "Y-yes, Allen... please touch me more..."

Fina was grinding now—slow, subtle humps against his thigh, her juices painting his skin. She looked down at Rinni with a teasing smirk and reached over to pinch the bunny’s other nipple, making her squeal.

Behind them, the maids twitched harder, their shoulders shaking, hips jerking. The itching inside them had gone nuclear. One started sobbing, her face pressed into the stone floor as her pussy drooled around the cursed leaf stuffed inside.

But Allen didn’t look at them.

Didn’t care.

His throne existed to suffer.

His girls existed for him..

And he?

He was their one and only Allen.