NTR: Stealing wives in Another World-Chapter 140: Xiva’s humiliation (18+)

Xiva lay there, twitching like a broken toy—limbs splayed, tongue dangling, her scaled skin slick with layers of sweat, spit, and obscene amounts of cum. Her slit eyes were glassy, fluttering in and out of consciousness, her pussy still twitching and gaping from the brutal ogre pounding she’d just taken. Her asshole, loose and dripping, flexed in slow aftershocks, squirting out the last of the sloppy white flood that had been pumped into her.

But Allen?

Allen was just getting creative.

"Still breathing?" he muttered, crouching beside her with a cocky smirk.

Xiva moaned softly—more like a gurgle, really. Her throat made a tiny hiccuping noise, and a string of thick, off-white cum spilled from her lips.

Allen chuckled darkly and pulled something from his inventory.

A fruit.

Not just any fruit—this one was bright red, round like an apple, but the skin shimmered slightly, almost translucent, like the surface was sweating. It smelled faintly of heat, spice, and something feral. Forbidden.

Xiva didn’t even flinch.

She was gone—lost in the high of being broken, bred, and filled to the brim.

Perfect.

Allen leaned forward, the fruit cool in his hand, and brought it between her cum-slick thighs. Her pussy was still fluttering, still gaping faintly around the memory of the ogre cock that had destroyed her. He gave her clit a little slap—FLLIP!—just to see if she could still twitch.

She did.

Barely.

"Good girl," Allen murmured, then slowly, methodically, pressed the fruit to her entrance.

Her pussy welcomed it.

SCHLLRRTCHHH—!

The glistening red fruit slid inside with a wet pop, her folds stretching to accommodate it. Juice squirted out around it, mixing with slick and cum, as the round shape slipped deeper and deeper until the rim of her pussy hugged it, sealing it inside like she was trying to keep it from ever leaving.

Allen raised an eyebrow.

"Still got room? Let’s test that theory."

He reached for a second fruit—smaller, darker red, almost glowing—and brought it to her asshole. It was already gaping, leaking a steady trail of milky ooze, pulsing in slow waves of overstimulation.

He pressed the fruit against it.

SPLURRRTCH—GLLP!

Xiva arched slightly as the pressure built—and then the fruit popped inside with a meaty squelch, her back hole clenching down around it like a vacuum seal. A wet, airy moan escaped her mouth as her body twitched again, legs quivering like jelly.

Then came the third.

He brought it to her mouth.

Her lips were already parted, drooling like a broken faucet. Her tongue lay limp, soaked in spit and cum, hanging uselessly from her jaw. He rubbed the tip of the fruit against her tongue.

"Open wide, fruit basket."

She responded with a soft hum—an automatic, broken reflex—and Allen shoved the fruit past her lips.

GULP.

She gagged slightly, her throat pulsing as the red orb slid down. Her cheeks puffed. For a moment it looked like it would get stuck—

—but then her throat swallowed, and the fruit disappeared down her gullet.

Allen stood back to admire his work.

One fruit stuffed into her ruined cunt.

One up her gaping asshole.

One sliding down her throat like a swallowed shame.

She looked ridiculous. Glorious. Like a living sex trophy, bloated and overflowing, every hole filled with seed and strange fruit like some depraved fertility rite.

Then Allen’s cock—still glistening, still covered in spit and cum—twitched.

A final farewell.

He stepped forward and let it hang over her face, casting a thick, shadowy silhouette across her cum-drizzled scales.

"Last parting gift, slut."

SMACK!

He slapped her face with it—cheek to cheek, balls bouncing gently against her nose. The sound echoed—wet and meaty.

THWACK—FLLRP—WHAP!

Each slap smeared her cheeks with cum and sweat, her tongue flicking occasionally like her body was trying to taste every drop. Her eyes fluttered. Her tail gave the tiniest flick.

And then—

SSHHHHK.

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That ogre cock—massive, veiny, war-ready—began to shrink, pulse by pulse, returning to Allen’s regular human size. Still thick. Still tasty. But manageable.

He sighed like a man who had just clocked out after a hard day’s work.

"Back to default," he muttered, giving his now-normal cock a casual stroke. "Guess I don’t need to split you in half anymore."

He looked back at Xiva.

She didn’t move.

The fruit in her pussy jiggled slightly with every twitch of her body, the one in her ass bulging faintly beneath her tail, and the one in her stomach making a soft glorp as it settled deeper inside her.

She looked ruined.

Fruit-stuffed. Cum-logged. Used. Owned.

And still—still—there was a smile on her drooling, limp face.

Allen grinned.

"Yeah. You’re gonna remember this. Every time you sit down and feel that fruit pop in your pussy? That’s me."

He leaned down, kissed her forehead, then smacked her ass one last time—SMACK!!—sending a little dribble of cum and juice from both holes.

Then he stood.

Turned.

And walked away—cock swaying lazily, balls still heavy, as if daring the world to offer up its next fruit basket.

Allen stepped out of the steamy underwater cave like he’d just dropped a fucking performance—shirt unbuttoned, cock still damp, and an expression on his face like yeah, I just did that.

Outside, sunlight filtered down through the surface of the pool above, casting rippling, watery shadows on the stony walls. And there, in the shallows of the glimmering blue pool...

Lunari.

The mermaid girl giggled as she splashed about with a group of tiny lizardfolk kids. Her massive shimmering tail flapped and twirled like she was performing for an invisible crowd, seafoam flicking off her scales like glitter. Her tits bounced freely with every movement, catching the sunlight like magical orbs—and she had no idea how brain-meltingly hot and chaotic she looked.

"Your tail’s touching my head!" one of the kids squealed.

"Oopsie~!" Lunari gasped, pouting dramatically. "I’m still not used to this size! Maybe I need more room!"

Allen smirked, watching her flap her tail like a golden retriever in a jacuzzi. She was still in her bubbly, airhead zone—no sign of the terrifying divine power she’d channeled just hours ago when she’d stopped the lizardmen from torturing him.

Like a big, sexy toddler.

"Someone needs a babysitter," Allen muttered, shaking his head fondly.

He stepped over a rock and nearly bumped into the lizardman elder, who was quietly observing the pool from the other side. The old lizard’s scaled robes shimmered slightly, patterned with runes and mossy thread. His slitted eyes flicked toward Allen.

"How was Xiva?" the elder asked in his low, scratchy tone, arms folded like a wise old reptile who definitely knew what the fuck just went down.

Allen stretched his back and cracked his neck, casually adjusting his waistband. "Oh, she was fantastic. Room could use a little cleaning though."

The elder’s brow ridge twitched. "I see."

With a single snap of his clawed fingers—SNIK!—a young lizardfolk woman stepped forward from the hallway. Slim, greenish-blue scales, wearing a simple cloth wrap and holding a small clay cleaning bucket. She bowed deeply.

"You summoned me, Elder?" she said sweetly.

"Yes. Please clean the chamber of our guest."

She blinked. "The one where the honored warrior Xiva resides?"

"Yes. Right now."

The poor girl nodded and padded off briskly, tail swaying behind her.

Allen watched her disappear into the cave and casually leaned against a wet boulder, arms crossed, knowing exactly what she was about to walk in on.

A few seconds passed.

Then—

"AAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"

A scream echoed from the cavern—high-pitched, horrified, and absolutely not the kind of reaction you expect from someone cleaning a sacred space.

Allen tilted his head. "There it is."

Suddenly, the pool exploded with motion. The kids flinched. Lunari blinked and pouted, confused. Several lizardmen warriors came running, followed by curious elders, acolytes, and even a few guards with spears. They poured into the hallway like ants chasing honey.

Allen strolled in behind them.

What they found...

Was devastation.

Xiva’s body still lay exactly where Allen had left it—spread eagle on the bed, her scaled limbs twitching faintly. The fruit still jutted visibly from her pussy and asshole, gleaming with slick and juices. The one in her throat had bulged out her belly just enough to be disturbingly erotic. Her body glistened with layers of cum, sweat, and a strange sticky juice sheen that gave the illusion she’d been dipped in carnal honey.

Every surface was coated.

The walls dripped with sex. The air smelled like sex. The floor was slippery with sex.

And Xiva...

Xiva, the pride of their people, the undefeated seductress who once could bring strong warriors to their knees with a wink, lay there ruined and smiling.

Her eyes fluttered, tongue limp, her chest rising and falling shallowly. Every now and then, her ass would give a little wet squeeze around the fruit inside it, making a faint slurping sound—frrrp—as if her body still hadn’t realized the event was over.

Silence fell like a hammer.

Nobody moved.

Even the elder stared, stunned.

"...By the ancient scales..." one warrior whispered, his voice shaky.

Another muttered, "That’s... That’s Xiva?"

One of the younger lizardmaidens gasped, covering her mouth. "She always told me never to let a male disrespect you. She said to always control the rhythm."

Allen walked in like he was inspecting a crime scene. "Yeah, she uh... lost that rhythm. Big time."

A warrior staggered forward, dazed. "But... she was the Enchantress... she was undefeated..."

Allen snorted. "Guess she met someone with a better endgame. And a bigger... stick."

Lunari peeked in from behind the group, blinking slowly. "Is that... fruit in her butt?"

Allen grinned. "Three-course meal."

Everyone stared.

Xiva moaned softly—just a tiny sound—but it carried a lot of emotion. Not pain. Not shame. Just mindless satisfaction.

As if her body had accepted its new fate: the once-mighty warrior reduced to a cum-stuffed shrine to depravity.

A monument to one man’s cock.

And Allen?

Allen just cracked his neck and turned to the elder. "So. What’s next? Got another champion who thinks she’s too tough to break?"

The elder swallowed. "...We may need a few moments to recover."

"Take your time," Allen said, stepping out and tossing a dripping towel over his shoulder like he’d just finished a spa day. "I’ll be outside. Watching my dumbass mermaid girl teach kids how to bellyflop."

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