NTR: Stealing wives in Another World-Chapter 63: Tongue game(18+)

Nyra’s claws clicked against the wooden floor as she stepped forward, her tail swishing behind her like an angry whip.

"Get out," she barked, her voice cold and commanding.

Fina blinked, still half-asleep, her lips pulling reluctantly away from Allen’s cock with a wet pop. "Huh? What?"

"I said get out," Nyra snarled, pointing to the door. "You and the bunny. Now."

Rinni stirred, sitting up slowly and rubbing her bleary eyes. She winced as her thighs brushed together, her body still sore from the night before. "B-But Lady Nyra—"

"Don’t make me repeat myself," Nyra growled, her gaze sharp enough to cut steel.

Fina stretched lazily, her grin widening as she stood, completely unbothered by the command. "Alright, alright," she said, throwing her arms up in mock surrender. "We’ll leave you to... whatever you’re planning."

Rinni hesitated, glancing back at Allen as Fina grabbed her arm and pulled her toward the door.

"Don’t worry, little bunny," Fina whispered with a sly smirk. "He’ll be fine. Better than fine, actually."

"But... what if she—" Rinni began, her voice trembling.

Fina chuckled, her eyes glinting with mischief as she glanced back at the closed door. "What if she what? Thinks she’s in control?" She shook her head, her tail flicking playfully. "That dumb bitch has no idea what she’s in for. He’ll wreck her, make her his personal slave... and ours."

Rinni’s cheeks flushed as her worry was replaced with something else entirely. "Y-You really think so?"

"I know so," Fina said with a wink.

Inside the Hut

Nyra turned her full attention to Allen, her eyes narrowing as she loomed over him.

"You’ve made a mess of things," she said coldly, crossing her arms over her chest. "Do you have any idea what this looks like? Do you?"

Allen’s blank expression didn’t falter. "Awaiting instruction," he said simply, his tone devoid of emotion.

Nyra’s jaw tightened. Her claws flexed at her sides as she stepped closer, towering over him as he knelt on the floor.

"You think you can act like this? Cause chaos in my household? Disrespect me?" she hissed, her voice low and venomous. "You’re going to make this right."

She turned, lifting her robe to expose her bare, dripping pussy. Her tail flicked aside, revealing her entrance still glistening from the memories of the night before.

"Clean me," she commanded, her voice icy and authoritative.

Allen didn’t hesitate. He leaned forward, his tongue darting out to lap at her folds. His movements were precise, calculated, and thorough.

As his tongue worked, Nyra’s anger began to shift into something else. Her breath hitched, her claws digging into the fur-covered table beside her as she tried to maintain her composure.

"You have no idea..." she murmured, her voice trembling with a mix of fury and pleasure. "The kind of tribute slaves we give to the Rhelgar family. The sacrifices we make. The things they give to us for it."

Allen hummed against her folds, his tongue swirling around her clit before delving back inside her.

"They give their lives, their bodies, their... everything," she continued, her words growing less coherent as her body betrayed her anger. "And you—you think you can... disrupt that? Challenge me?"

Allen’s tongue flicked against a particularly sensitive spot, and Nyra let out a sharp gasp, her legs trembling.

Her pride was a fragile thing, teetering on the edge of her resolve and the growing heat pooling in her core.

But Allen didn’t stop.

Outside the Hut

Fina and Rinni sat on the steps, the morning sun casting long shadows over the village.

Rinni fidgeted nervously, her ears twitching as she glanced at the closed door. "She’s not going to hurt him... is she?"

Fina laughed, her voice rich with amusement. "Hurt him? That’s cute. You think she’s capable of that?"

Rinni tilted her head, confused.

Fina leaned closer, her grin widening. "Nyra thinks she’s the boss in there. But trust me... Allen’s the one pulling the strings. By the time she walks out, she’ll be begging to be part of the harem."

Rinni’s eyes widened. "You really think so?"

"I know so," Fina said confidently. "Just wait and see."

The two sat in silence for a moment, the faint sounds of muffled moans and growls drifting through the door.

"Besides," Fina added with a wicked smirk, "if she’s lucky, maybe we’ll share him with her."

Inside the Hut

Nyra’s breath came in ragged huffs, her chest heaving as Allen remained knelt between her thighs like a statue carved for sin.

He said nothing. Showed nothing.

His eyes were blank—glassy, unfeeling, like someone had shut off whatever part of him processed emotion. Just a man-shaped machine... built to devour.

And devour he did.

His tongue moved in slow, methodical patterns, not frantic or eager, but devastating in precision. Each pass over her clit was like a code being cracked—each flick a puzzle piece snapping perfectly into place. He wasn’t just eating her out.

He was extracting her soul.

"Nnnghh—f-fuck!" Nyra choked out, her claws carving fresh gouges into the table’s edge as her hips bucked, wild and involuntary. Her legs trembled violently, barely holding her upright. "W-What the fuck are you—ahhh—doing to me?!"

Allen didn’t answer.

He shifted slightly, widening his stance for balance as he buried his face deeper between her thighs. His tongue flattened against her clit and began to vibrate in minuscule, rhythmic pulses—like a divine sigil being traced onto her most sacred nerve.

Nyra screamed.

Her knees buckled. She collapsed forward onto the table with a crash, but Allen didn’t stop. His hands gripped her hips and pulled her back into position with inhuman calm, like resetting a puppet to default stance.

"Oh gods—oh fuuuck—nghhh, I can’t—" she sobbed, her voice cracking under the weight of overwhelming sensation.

Her tail whipped uncontrollably, twitching in time with each perfect stroke of his tongue. Her pussy, soaked and twitching, clenched around nothing—greedy, desperate, starved—but Allen just kept working. Silent. Focused.

Like this was just maintenance.

"D-Don’t—don’t stop," she gasped, barely above a whisper now. "I—I hate you, I hate you, fuck—why does it feel so good?!"

Still no reaction.

His tongue moved faster now—still precise, still surgical—but with a kind of brutal acceleration that tipped her right over the edge again. Her whole body seized, her muscles locking as another orgasm tore through her like a storm.

"Fuuuuuuck!" she cried, drool dripping from her lips onto the wood. Her claws raked the surface, snapping one entirely off, but she didn’t feel it. All she could feel was him—that tongue.

"Stop, stop, stop—fuck—I can’t, I’m gonna—I’m gonna—"

Allen’s only response was to tilt her hips higher, his mouth sealing around her clit as his tongue circled faster, firmer, deeper.

And then she came again.

Harder.

She shrieked—a raw, animalistic sound—before collapsing face-first against the table, tears streaking down her cheeks as her legs gave out beneath her. She was shaking, overstimulated, broken open from the inside out.

Allen finally pulled away.

Not with pride. Not with smugness. Just silence.

His face was slick with her juices, but he didn’t wipe it off. Didn’t blink. Just stared ahead like a puppet awaiting its next command.

Nyra tried to lift herself, but her arms failed her. She collapsed again with a choked sob, her pussy spasming, dripping down her thighs in a shameful waterfall.

She turned her head weakly to look back at him, her voice a raspy whisper.

"W-What the fuck are you...?"

Allen blinked once. Slowly. Like something rebooting.

"Awaiting instruction," he said flatly.

Nyra whimpered.

She had wanted to punish him.

She had wanted to dominate him.

Now she couldn’t even speak his name without her clit twitching.

Outside the Hut

Fina tilted her head. "That was the third scream."

Rinni hugged her knees. "Should we... go in there?"

Fina giggled. "Nah. If she hasn’t begged for collar privileges yet, he’s not done."

Rinni flushed, biting her lip. "He’s really that good?"

Fina leaned over and whispered into her ear, slow and sweet: "He once made a priestess cum just by staring at her."

Rinni blinked. "...what the fuck."

Fina winked. "Exactly."