NTR: Stealing wives in Another World-Chapter 115: Hunch of an old lady

"Who’s ready for round two?"

Allen’s voice hung in the steamy air, low and hungry.

But before he could grab another twitching turtle girl, two soft bodies wrapped around him from behind—warm, sticky, and smelling like sex and springwater.

"Heyyy~," Fina purred into his ear, her arms snaking around his waist. Her wet cat ears flicked against his jaw. "As fucking hot as it is watching you break these little shell girls... I think their minds are soup right now."

Rinni hugged his other side, her bare tits pressing tight against his bicep, her voice soft and sugary.

"Yeah... they’re all spasming and drooling, Allen," she whispered, her bunny tail twitching like a pervert’s nose. "Their wombs are already... really, really full..."

Allen glanced at the spring.

Kari was still collapsed on her side, pussy twitching in rhythm with the cum dripping out of her.

Niva looked broken—her gaping holes still leaking, her belly soft and round with heat. She hiccupped once, then moaned weakly, a thin strand of drool connecting her lip to the rock.

Tela had sunk into the water like a used ragdoll, bubbles popping around her shell.

"...Fine," Allen said, exhaling through his nose. "Let the little soup dumplings recover."

Fina giggled, pulling him by the hand. "C’mon, big guy. You can plow another hole later. Let’s go tell the elder her daughters are delicious."

———

The path to the turtle village wound through mossy stones and glowing mushrooms, slick with mist. Fireflies hovered lazily as if too chilled to buzz.

From burrow-like homes and domed huts carved into tree trunks, turtlekin peeked out—shorter than the beastkin, but broader. Their skin was all earthy tones—mossy greens, sandy browns, dusky slate. Wide eyes blinked slowly as they watched the trio approach.

No shirts. No shoes. Just simple loincloths tied around thick hips in shades of blue, green, and yellow. The air smelled like herbs and humidity and distant sex.

Allen ran a hand through his still-damp hair, cock finally softening—though barely.

Then—she appeared.

The Turtle Elder.

She stepped from her hut like she’d been waiting the whole time, leaning on a gnarled walking stick carved with little spirals. Her shell was massive and ornately patterned, her skin a rich olive-gray. Wrinkled, yes—but radiating a lazy, sultry authority that made Allen raise a brow.

Her breasts hung heavy and free, only half-covered by a vine-draped sash that didn’t try too hard. She smiled like a woman who’d smoked something illegal and just woke up wet from a nap.

"Well..." she said, her voice husky and slow. "How were my girls?"

Allen didn’t flinch. He cracked a smile.

"Stretched. Stuffed. Cum-soaked. Thoroughly broken."

Fina snorted. Rinni coughed into her fist, face red.

The elder chuckled, eyes twinkling.

"Mmm," she purred, stepping closer. "You say it like a man who enjoys his work."

Allen shrugged. "I’m passionate about womb rearrangement."

That made her laugh—this soft, throaty chuckle that jiggled her heavy tits. She tilted her head, her wide amber eyes locking on his crotch.

"They’ll be soaking for days," she murmured. "I’ll have to mix extra cooling herbs for their pussies."

Allen grinned. "They earned it."

A pause.

The elder stepped closer. Real close. Her scent was earthy, like crushed herbs and sun-baked stone—and something deeper. Something ripe.

She ran a slow finger along her collarbone, then let it drift... lower. Down her belly. Past the sash. Hovering over the dip between her thick thighs.

"Of course," she said airily, "I do hope you’ve still got... energy."

Allen tilted his head, watching her finger swirl in slow circles over the edge of her loincloth.

"I’m not out of steam, if that’s what you’re asking."

She smiled wider. "Oh, I’d never be so forward." Her tone said the opposite. "I merely wondered if perhaps... you’d be willing to show an old shell like me how your tongue compares to your... other talents."

Fina’s ears perked straight up.

Rinni’s tail fluffed and wiggled.

Allen raised a brow. "That a request?"

The elder’s eyes sparkled. "A curiosity."

Allen stepped forward, close enough to feel the heat radiating from between her thighs.

"I specialize in satisfying curiosities," he said lowly. "Though I’ll warn you..."

He leaned in, his voice dark, lips brushing her ear.

"Your womb might not survive round one."

The elder’s breath hitched—subtle, but there.

She stepped back, her expression still serene, but her thighs had shifted slightly. Pressed together. Hips tilted.

"We’ll see," she murmured. "If these old hips can handle it." freewёbn૦νeɭ.com

Allen turned to Fina and Rinni.

"You two okay with that?"

Fina grinned, licking her lips. "As long as I get to watch her shake when you paint her womb."

Rinni nodded eagerly. "She’s so... thicc. I wanna see her beg."

Allen cracked his knuckles.

"Then let’s go inside."

Allen stepped forward, his gaze locked on the elder’s curvy frame, but her hand rose, commanding a pause. Her amber eyes gleamed, a mix of wisdom and mischief.

"Wait," she said, her voice low and throaty. "Before we go any further."

Allen tilted his head, his smirk teasing. "What, second thoughts? Don’t tell me you’re scared now."

Her lips curled into a knowing smile. "Scared? Hardly. But I wonder—would someone like you even want a weathered shell like me? Or would you find me... lacking?"

Fina’s cat ears perked high, her grin sharp and predatory.

Rinni leaned forward, her voice a breathy whisper. "She’s so not lacking."

Allen folded his arms, taking in the elder’s figure. "I’m a simple guy. You’ve got curves in all the right places and a pussy that probably grips tighter than a jungle python. You think I care about some lines or a little sag? Get over here."

The elder chuckled, her laugh vibrating with an earthy warmth. "Bold words for a human."

She reached into her woven satchel and pulled out a small vial. Inside, a glowing blue pearl shimmered with an otherworldly light.

"This," she said, holding it up, "is a rajanuvasion pill. A sacred relic. Grown in the guts of an immortal sea turtle and aged for decades. It restores vitality, reignites flesh, and turns even the most barren womb into a breeding ground." She shook it gently, the glow pulsating like a heartbeat. "If I take this, I’ll be in my prime for one night. My body will be as ripe as my youth—but I won’t waste it on someone unworthy."

Allen arched a brow. "Unworthy, huh? You seem pretty sure I’m not just some random human. Care to explain why you’re so eager to let me fuck your soul out?"

Her smile deepened, and she stepped closer, her voice dropping to a whisper. "Humans have done nothing but treat my kind like slaves, and beastkin as worse than dirt. Yet here you stand, a human with the swagger of a conqueror, the hands of a craftsman... and the cock of a god. Why do I trust you?"

Allen nodded, his tone sharp. "Yeah. Why?"

The elder placed a hand on his chest, her gaze piercing through him. "It’s just a hunch," she said softly. "An old lady’s instinct—one sharpened by centuries of watching men reveal their true selves when the heat is on."

Allen leaned in, his voice dripping with confidence. "And what’s your hunch telling you?"

"That you’re not like the others," she murmured. Her fingers slid down his chest, brushing the waistband of his pants. "That you’ll fuck me until my legs give out... and still keep your promise when the morning comes."

Allen’s smirk widened. "What promise?"

The elder stepped back, holding the pearl between her lips, her expression shifting to one of somber authority. "There’s something wrong with the mermaid tribe. We’ve heard nothing from them for moons. No emissaries, no trade, no songs drifting through the reefs. It’s as though they’ve vanished beneath the waves."

She leaned closer, her breath brushing his jawline. "I want you to find out why."

Allen tilted his head. "You’re sending me? Shouldn’t you have, like, a champion for this kind of thing?"

Her eyes glimmered with sly amusement. "You took my girls, boy. Bred them like beasts. Broke them like waves crashing against the shore. If there’s corruption beneath the water, I’d rather send a man who can fuck a sea queen into submission than some weak-willed fool with a spear."

Fina purred, her tail swishing. "She’s got a point, Allen."

Rinni giggled, her ears bouncing. "Mermaids are, like, so hot. Imagine the tails—so flexible!"

The elder held up the pearl, her tone grave yet seductive. "Swear to me, human. Swear you’ll dive into their depths, uncover the truth, and return with answers—or their surrender."

Allen stared at the glowing pearl, then back at her. "Fine. I swear. But when this is over, you’d better still be able to walk."

Her smile was electric. She placed the pearl on her tongue and swallowed.

Her body shuddered.

Her shell gleamed.

Her curves filled out, her breasts swelling to ripe, heavy perfection. Her hips widened, her thighs thickened, her skin glowed like polished bronze. The air around her crackled with primal energy.

She gasped, her voice breaking into a low, throaty growl. "Ahhh—YES!"

Allen’s jaw dropped. "Holy shit."

Rinni clapped excitedly. "She’s so hot now!"

Fina grabbed Allen’s arm, her pupils blown. "If you don’t fuck her in the next ten seconds, I will be mad at you."

The elder stepped forward, her amber eyes blazing. She untied the sash at her waist, letting it fall to the floor.

Her glistening pussy, dripping with arousal, framed by powerful thighs, was on full display.

"Now," she purred, her voice thick with desire. "Plow me like the ocean plows the shore."

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