NTR: Stealing wives in Another World-Chapter 23: Heat (18+)

The room was dim. The only light came from the flickering fire and the lazy candle on the table. Harven lay crumpled on the floor, snoring loudly, forgotten like a broken chair.

And Mirielle?

She stood trembling under Allen's hand, the heat of his palm on her waist like a brand she didn't know she needed. Her breath was shallow, chest rising and falling beneath that thin blue dress—the one she wore to look *nice*, not to be *touched* like this.

But gods, she was *melting*.

Allen's voice was velvet and sin, low in her ear. "Tell me something, Mirielle... has anyone ever made you come? Ever played with that pussy until your legs couldn't stop shaking?"

Her entire body tensed at the word. "I-I'm married," she whispered, though even she didn't believe it anymore.

"That's not an answer."

She stayed silent, cheeks burning.

Allen smirked.

"Thought so."

He let his fingers slide down her hip again, slowly dragging the fabric of her dress upward. She made a small, helpless sound as he exposed the curve of her thigh, then the soft flesh beneath—bare, smooth, untouched.

No panties. No defense.

"Fuck, you really are a naughty little housewife," he murmured. "No wonder he's scared. He knows someone like me was gonna come along eventually."

She gasped when his hand cupped the underside of her ass, fingers splaying wide to claim every inch of it. He gave it a squeeze—firm, possessive.

"Soft," he whispered. "But these hips were made for getting pinned down."

Her knees nearly buckled.

He caught her, guiding her gently toward the wooden counter in the kitchen. He bent her over it slowly, not forcing—but not giving her time to think either. Her hands landed flat on the counter. Her breath hitched.

Allen moved behind her, one hand sliding up her back while the other reached down to part her thighs.

She didn't resist.

She *wanted* it.

"Good girl," he said. "Now let's see what your husband's been neglecting."

His fingers brushed over her bare pussy lips—wet, already. He groaned at the sight of it, spreading her folds apart with two fingers to expose the needy pink hidden inside.

"Fuck, you're soaked," Allen whispered, crouching slightly so he could see everything.

She whimpered. "I-I've never..."

He leaned close, letting his breath tickle her ear. "Never had foreplay? Never had someone actually *want* to taste you?"

She shook her head weakly, ashamed.

Allen grinned. "Then you're in for a fucking treat."

His fingers slid forward and up, finding her clit with practiced ease. He rubbed in slow, teasing circles, watching her body react—little jerks, hips twitching, hands gripping the counter so tight her knuckles turned white.

"Oh gods," she breathed.

"You feel that?" he growled softly. "That's called being *touched right*, sweetheart."

She moaned, hips rocking back toward him instinctively. Her pussy was glistening now, each movement making her slicker, her thighs trembling.

Then he did it.

He dropped to his knees.

She gasped as he spread her ass apart, leaned in, and *licked* a long, slow stripe up her soaked pussy.

Her cry was immediate—raw and high-pitched, half shock, half desperate need. She bucked against his face as his tongue flicked across her clit, then circled it, then sucked gently.

"No one's ever—oh, gods—"

Allen pulled back just long enough to growl, "You've got a perfect little pussy, and I'm going to ruin it." ƒreewebɳovel.com

Then he went back in, devouring her like he'd been starving for it.

She couldn't think. Couldn't breathe. His tongue flicked, licked, sucked, dipped. Her legs shook uncontrollably. Her moans spilled out, high and helpless, as the knot inside her pulled tighter and tighter—

"I'm—I'm gonna—Allen, I'm—!"

He didn't stop.

He gripped her thighs and *held her there*, forcing her to take it, forcing her to come *for the first time in her life* under someone's mouth.

Her whole body arched. Her back bowed. Her scream was muffled only by the pillow she collapsed into as she *came*, hard, soaking his face and thighs with her juices.

Allen stood slowly, licking his lips, watching her shake.

"That was just the beginning," he whispered, sliding his cock free from his pants—thick, hard, already leaking with pre-cum. "Now let's see how loud that pussy moans when it's full."