NTR: Stealing wives in Another World-Chapter 141: New girls (18+)

Outside the ritual cave, Allen leaned back against a sun-warmed boulder, arms folded behind his head. The pool sparkled. Laughter rang out as Lunari showed the lizardkids how to make splashy noises with their tails, flopping around like a sea-circus performer on mushrooms.

"Look! I made a dolphin noise! Eee-eee-eee!" she squealed, flapping her tail and spraying one of the boys directly in the eye.

The kid screamed. She laughed. Another flopped. It was chaos.

Allen smirked. "Yup. This is what I fought a cave full of sadistic lizardmen and bred their champion for. Totally worth it."

Behind him, whispers began to ripple out from the cave like a slow-spreading storm.

A pair of younger lizardmaidens huddled in the corridor, their eyes wide as they peeked at the still-glowing fruit sticking out of Xiva’s pussy.

"That can’t be real," one whispered, her hand trembling. "She... she always mocked the males. Said none could satisfy her."

The other swallowed. "He stuffed her full. And she smiled."

In the shadows near the pool, a group of lizardmen guards traded stunned looks, clearly disturbed by how thoroughly Xiva had been wrecked. One of them leaned in, his voice low.

"I heard he used some kind of cursed skill... made his cock grow into an ogre’s."

"No way."

"I saw the imprint in her guts. That wasn’t human. That was a divine punishment in meat form."

One of the older priestesses stepped into the cave and gasped audibly. She dropped to her knees beside Xiva, trembling as she examined the mess.

"Goddess protect her... What spell did he use?" she whispered, eyes darting to the fruit that still twitched inside the lizardgirl’s ass.

Xiva’s eyelids fluttered. Her voice was hoarse. Barely a croak.

But clear.

"He didn’t use... magic..."

The priestess leaned closer, stunned. "Then... how did he—?"

Xiva shuddered. Her lips stretched into a ruined, trembling smile.

"He just... knew where to aim..."

The fruit in her cunt shifted with a wet plurp, and she let out a tiny moan, legs giving a faint twitch.

The priestess recoiled like she’d touched something sacred and filthy at the same time.

Word traveled fast.

By mid-afternoon, the temple was buzzing like a hive of horny wasps. Acolytes whispered behind closed doors. Young lizardfolk women passed Allen in the halls with flushed cheeks and hesitant glances. Some of them lingered a little too long. One even dropped a cloth on purpose just to bend over slowly, tail swaying like bait.

Allen didn’t react. Not yet.

But he noticed.

Meanwhile, back inside the cave, the fruit was finally removed.

Two priestesses carried them out using tongs and gloves, placing the still-wet orbs into glowing containment jars like sacred relics. The eldest priestess declared them "holy vessels of submission," and placed them in the shrine’s sealed vault.

And Xiva?

She was bathed. Slowly. Carefully. Her body twitched with every sponge stroke.

Even clean, she looked ruined. Her thighs trembled when touched. Her mouth stayed open, tongue hanging like a pet in heat.

When the elder returned to check on her, she turned her head. Her eyes, though glassy, locked on him with terrifying clarity.

"Where is he?" she rasped.

The elder paused. "...Allen?"

She nodded. Slowly. "I want... to thank him..."

"...Thank him?"

"For showing me..." She licked her lips, her voice growing steadier with every word. "What I really am."

The elder didn’t respond. He just stared. Because the once-proud warrior who scoffed at men, who believed herself untouchable—now lay in a temple bed with her legs spread, pussy still loose, waiting for the man who shattered her.

And outside...

Allen stretched.

A young lizardgirl walked up nervously, twisting her fingers together.

"M-Mister Allen?" she whispered. "Would you... like a drink? Or maybe... a private tour of the temple baths?"

Allen looked at her. Then over his shoulder. Then at Lunari, who was currently trying to juggle fish with her tail and flopping face-first into the pool.

He raised an eyebrow. "Depends. Are those baths co-ed?"

The girl flushed crimson under her scales. "...Only if you make them that way."

Allen grinned.

"Oh, I’m definitely making them that way."

The lizardgirl’s eyes flicked up and down Allen’s body, clearly still processing the fact that this human had turned Xiva—their untouchable temple terror—into a cum-stuffed exhibit. She clutched her robe nervously, the fabric clinging to her damp scales as water dripped from her tail.

"The, uh... the bath chambers are this way," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "If you’d... like to relax. Or... cleanse. Or..."

Allen tilted his head. "You offering to scrub my back?"

She squeaked. "Maybe!"

With a chuckle, he followed her past a stone arch etched with ancient draconic glyphs, down a corridor humming with steam. Warm mist curled around his ankles as they reached a wide, domed chamber. Torches glowed along the walls. Pools of water bubbled softly, each with shifting hues—amethyst, emerald, sapphire—bathing the space in a dreamy, iridescent glow.

The lizardgirl gestured awkwardly. "T-this is the private priestess bath. Normally it’s for temple rituals, but... since you’re the honored guest, and the Elder said to treat you well..."

Allen smirked. "You bringing me here all by yourself, huh?"

She blushed deep green and fiddled with the sash of her robe. "I—I wasn’t going to... but the other priestesses heard about what you did to Xiva. They’ve been... curious."

The moment she said it, two more figures entered from a side chamber. Priestesses—barefoot, scaled, and wrapped in thin temple silks that left very little to the imagination. Their eyes sparkled with a mix of reverence and hunger. One had dark turquoise scales and a pair of ceremonial golden rings pierced through her nipples. The other was ash-gray with twin tails and a tongue that flicked out every few seconds like she was tasting Allen’s scent in the air.

"Oh, he really is human," murmured the one with nipple rings. "And he really did ruin her."

"Xiva used to make us bow in the baths," said the twin-tailed one, stepping closer. "But now she’s lying there like a slaughtered shrine offering... holes full, womb sealed. And he did it."

Allen raised an eyebrow. "And now you’re all what—curious? Worried you’ll end up like her?"

Twin-Tails smiled. "Hopeful."

The first lizardgirl—the one who’d led him in—gasped softly. "I... I shouldn’t have brought you in here... they’re not supposed to—"

"Shhh," said Ring-Nips, placing a finger over the girl’s lips. "He deserves to bathe. And we deserve to know."

Allen chuckled. "Alright, lizardbabes. Strip."

The room practically vibrated with tension.

Without another word, the three priestesses disrobed in one smooth, reverent motion—scales glimmering with oil and mist, breasts full and firm, hips wide, tails twitching. They looked like temple goddesses—until they dropped to their knees around him.

The twin-tailed one leaned in, licking a streak of dried cum off his thigh. "Xiva had it inside her, didn’t she?"

Allen smirked. "Oh yeah. And you’re about to find out what it tastes like secondhand."

The priestesses moaned softly, licking, teasing, worshipping.

And as Allen let his cock rise again, thick and wet with the last of Xiva’s aftermath, they leaned forward like devotees seeking truth—not from books or chants, but from the heat between his legs.

The warm mist of the chamber clung to Allen’s skin, making every inch of him glisten under the flickering torchlight. His cock throbbed, smeared in leftover filth from his earlier conquest, and the priestesses treated it like sacred relic—licking the shaft with reverent hunger, tongue-flicks delicate and teasing.

"Her womb was blessed," murmured the ash-gray twin-tailed priestess as she licked the base of his cock, her forked tongue coiling around the root. "And now it’s desecrated... branded from the inside."

Ring-Nips cupped his balls, weighing them in her palm like they held prophecy. "The elder said no man could defeat Xiva... but you didn’t just defeat her. You emptied her."

Allen smirked, dragging a hand through the hair of the first girl—the one who led him in, still kneeling shyly, her thighs slick from how wet she was. "What’s your name?"

"Y-Yaari..." she whispered, her voice trembling.

"You ever tasted another woman’s defeat, Yaari?"

Her breath hitched. "...No."

He gripped her by the jaw and guided her mouth forward. "Open wide, sweetheart."

Her lips parted slowly—and Allen fed her his cock, still tasting like Xiva’s throat and pussy. Yaari moaned around it, her eyes rolling back, tears forming instantly as her jaw stretched to accommodate him.

The twin-tailed one licked her lips. "She’s so... eager. Think she’s ready for what you did to Xiva?"

"Let’s find out," Allen muttered.

He pulled Yaari off his cock with a wet pop—SLRRRP—and turned her around, bending her over the edge of the heated pool. Her robe fell in a heap. Her tail lifted instinctively, trembling as her dripping slit pulsed open like a flower at dawn.

Allen slapped her ass—WHAP!!—leaving a red handprint across her scales. She yelped, her claws scratching at the edge of the stone, but she didn’t resist.

Then he slid into her.

SHLRRRP—SPLLRTCHH!!

Yaari screamed, mouth wide as the stretch hit her, her virgin walls clamping around him with desperate tightness. Her pussy practically sucked him in like it had been waiting its whole life for this specific cock.

Twin-Tails moaned, jerking herself off with one hand. "By the scales... look at her shake."

Allen grinned darkly, snapping his hips.

THWACK—THWACK—THWACK!!

The wet slaps echoed through the steam-filled room as Yaari was reduced to stuttering moans and messy drool, her tail flicking with each thrust. She clawed at the stone, babbling in broken sentences between sobs of pleasure.

"I-It’s... too much! It’s so big! I—I’m gonna—!"

"Don’t cum yet," Allen growled. "I’m not done ruining you."

He pulled out with a squelch—PLORP!—and pointed at Twin-Tails.

"You. Get on her face."

She obeyed immediately, straddling Yaari’s dazed expression, grinding her scaled pussy over the poor girl’s lips. "Lick it, priestess. Drink the sacred filth."

Yaari moaned into her mound, tongue flicking helplessly, caught in the sandwich of domination.

Then Allen turned to Ring-Nips.

"On your back."

She dropped instantly, spreading her legs wide at the edge of the pool, nipples bouncing with anticipation. Her pussy was already dripping—clear slime mixing with bathwater as she panted.

Allen climbed between her thighs, aimed low, and slammed in.

SPPLRCHH—WHUMP—THWACK!

Ring-Nips shrieked with joy, her hands flying to his back, her heels locking behind his ass like she was trying to keep him inside her forever. "Oh—oh gods—he’s even thicker than the rumors—!"

He fucked her hard, fast, mercilessly, the water sloshing up around them as his hips turned into a piston. The steam only made it hotter—sticky, overwhelming, primal.

Then he came.

With a grunt, he slammed deep into Ring-Nips and pumped a thick, ropy load right into her core. Her back arched. Her eyes crossed. Her pussy milked him like it was designed for this moment.

"Y-Yes—yes, pour it in me—I want it all! Desecrate me like her!"

He pulled out, cum oozing from her hole, mixing with the water in thin white clouds.

But he wasn’t done.

He grabbed Twin-Tails by her tail, yanked her back off Yaari’s face, and bent her over the stone edge in one smooth motion.

"Your turn."

She whimpered, "Use me—mark me—"

And Allen did.

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