NTR: Stealing wives in Another World-Chapter 90: Choose (18+)

Kael’s face contorted, lips quivering, eyes wide with disbelief and searing betrayal.

"Veyna!!" he cried, his voice cracking like it was being ripped from his throat.

But she didn’t look at him.

Her mouth was too busy—gagging and moaning around Allen’s thick, glistening cock, slurping hungrily, her cheeks hollowing with every filthy, desperate suck. Drool streamed from her lips, mixing with precum as it dripped down her chin, trailing across her trembling tits like worship.

Kael’s heart shattered.

His feet moved before his brain could stop them. Rage overtook reason—he lunged forward with a scream, fists raised, tears streaking down his face.

Allen didn’t even blink.

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The crisp sound echoed through the chamber like a gunshot.

He lazily extended a single finger toward the far corner of the hall, where limp bodies lay discarded—unmoving, twitching occasionally in the shadows.

Allen didn’t need to explain. Didn’t need to remind Kael of what power really looked like.

Then came the voice—low, smooth, and full of venomous promise.

"Do you want me to crush your balls too?"

Kael froze mid-step, the threat slithering through him like a snake made of ice.

Allen’s smile widened—feral, triumphant.

"Or do you want to follow me?"

Veyna moaned again around his cock, her lips stretching wide to take him deeper. Her eyes fluttered like she was in heat—mindless, obedient, dripping with shame and devotion. She didn’t even blink at her husband’s pain. She just sucked harder, as if her loyalty now lived in Allen’s balls.

Allen stroked her hair fondly, his fingers curling possessively through her sweat-damp strands.

"I’ll give you a moment, Kael," he said, voice honey-slick with mockery. "But be quick. I’m starting to wonder if that cock of yours is even worth leaving intact."

Kael trembled violently.

His gaze flicked between the obscene sight of his wife on her knees—lips stretched tight around another man’s cock, tongue curling underneath it with practiced ease—and the dark glint in Allen’s eyes.

He was crying now. Silent, shuddering sobs that twisted his face with grief and rage and something even worse—arousal.

"You..." Kael choked out. "You monster."

Allen let out a short, wicked laugh.

"That’s Master, little cuck."

And then, like a puppet with his strings cut, Kael dropped.

Straight to his knees.

The sound of it echoed louder than any scream.

Allen’s laugh grew deeper, colder, as Veyna moaned around his shaft and sucked even harder, as if Kael’s surrender had made her wetter.

"There we go," Allen purred. "On your knees like a good little failure."

He leaned back, cock twitching in Veyna’s mouth, eyes gleaming with cruel delight.

"Now stay right there. Watch. And maybe—just maybe—I’ll let you clean up the mess she makes."

Allen leaned back on his throne of flesh and shame, one hand tangled in Veyna’s hair, the other stroking her cheek as she obediently bobbed up and down his cock like a bitch in heat. Her moans were wet and messy, filled with a depraved kind of worship, each gag a prayer, each slurp a confession.

Kael knelt there—shaking, broken, face stained with tears. He stared, wide-eyed and hollow, as his wife slurped down another man’s cock with absolute, joyful surrender.

Allen’s laugh came low and cruel, echoing through the hall like a thunderclap of damnation.

"Heh... Look at you," he said, voice sharp with venomous glee. "Your wife’s throat is my personal fuck sleeve... and you’re still just sitting there, crying like a bitch who lost his favorite toy."

Veyna let out a muffled moan as Allen grabbed her head and thrust deep, stuffing her full. Her throat bulged slightly, her eyes rolling back in blissful servitude.

Allen looked down at Kael, smirk sharp as a blade.

"Now... thank me."

Kael blinked, trembling. "Wh... what...?"

Allen’s grip tightened in Veyna’s hair. "I said thank me, you pathetic little cuck. Thank me for absolutely ravaging that tight little pussy you used to think was yours."

Kael’s lips quivered. His pride tried to rise—but it was too far gone. Too shattered.

"...Thank you," he whispered, voice hollow and dead.

Allen leaned forward, eyes gleaming.

"Louder."

Kael swallowed hard, shame flooding his face.

"Thank you," he said again, louder, voice cracking. "Thank you for... ravaging my wife’s pussy."

Allen groaned in mock satisfaction, thrusting into Veyna’s mouth harder. "Mmm, fuck. That’s the kind of gratitude I like."

Veyna’s eyes flicked toward Kael just long enough for him to see it: that flicker of guilt buried under thick, suffocating lust. And then she closed her eyes again, moaning around Allen’s cock, surrendering fully.

Allen turned his head lazily toward Fina, who stood watching with a dark grin and arms crossed under her bare chest.

"Fina," he drawled, voice thick with smugness, "go tell Rinni to bring me our little cumrag."

Fina’s ears perked. Her tail gave an eager flick.

"You mean Nyra?" she asked, eyes sparkling.

Allen’s grin stretched wider.

"Of course I do. Tell her to crawl in here like the obedient little fox she is. Face down, tail up. It’s time she earned her keep."

Fina snickered and turned on her heel, swaying her hips exaggeratedly as she sauntered toward the exit, calling sweetly down the hall:

"Rinniii~ bring the cumrag!"

Kael’s mouth fell open in silent horror.

But Allen just sighed contentedly, gently pumping Veyna’s head as he eyed Kael with a smile that could melt steel and souls alike.

"Stick around," he said softly. "You’ll want front-row seats for this next act."

The heavy council doors creaked open once more.

Kael turned his head instinctively—and froze.

In stumbled Nyra.

Or what used to be Nyra.

Once a proud elder, once draped in power and reverence—now she crawled on hands and knees, stripped bare, her body glistening with sweat and shame. Her ass cheeks were spread wide with each crawl forward, revealing three thick, glistening carrots lodged deep in her ruined asshole, twitching with every clench.

Her tail—once regal and proud—now hung limp and sticky, matted from dried fluids and degradation.

Behind her walked Rinni, bright-eyed and cheerful, the smug expression were stretched across her face. And with every step Nyra took forward, Rinni gave a sharp little kick directly to her drooling pussy—bare, swollen, red from abuse.

SMACK.

Nyra whimpered, jolting forward as her cunt spasmed, juices dripping from her thighs to the floor in messy, glistening strings.

"Move it, cumrag," Rinni sang. SMACK. "Gotta go clean up your master’s mess~"

Kael’s jaw dropped.

His lips trembled.

He blinked furiously like his eyes were lying to him.

"L–L–Lady... Nyra...?"

The words came out strangled, broken, like he was trying to speak with his soul crumbling inside his throat.

Nyra lifted her head at the sound of her old title, face flushed and stained with tears, cheeks red from slaps, and lips parted as she panted like a dog in heat. Her eyes met Kael’s—and then dropped instantly in shame.

She was beneath him now.

Beneath everyone.

Just a tool. A mop. A foxkin flesh rag.

Allen laughed darkly, stroking Veyna’s face as she slurped noisily at his cock.

"Aw, how cute," he said with mock sweetness. "You still think she’s a lady?"

Nyra whimpered again as Rinni stepped forward and stomped her cunt this time, making the carrots jiggle in her asshole.

"She’s not a lady," Allen growled. "She’s my cumrag. And you know what that means, Kael?"

He gestured toward his cock, still throbbing inside Veyna’s mouth, slick with spit and precum.

"She gets to clean this up."

Rinni crouched down next to Nyra, grabbing her by the hair and forcing her to crawl the last few feet like a dog on parade. The foxkin elder’s breasts swung beneath her, her body jerking with every movement, shame clinging to her like oil.

Kael tried to speak, but only a broken little whimper left his lips.

Nyra arrived at Allen’s feet, panting, eyes glassy. Rinni shoved her face forward.

Allen leaned back with a grin.

"Open wide, cumrag. Time to prove your worth."

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