NTR: Stealing wives in Another World-Chapter 57: Veyna(18+)

The foxgirl—still trembling in the doorway—yanked her hand from Fina’s grasp and stepped back, shaking her head furiously.

"N-no. I shouldn’t be here. I—I’m married," she stammered, clutching her robes like they could protect her from the heat in her veins.

Allen propped himself up on one elbow, cum still glistening on his cock, his smirk lazy but sharp. "You sure didn’t seem too married when you were finger-deep outside our hut."

Her ears flattened. Her lips opened—but no words came. Her face was redder than a sunburn.

Fina crossed her arms under her cum-streaked tits, giving the foxgirl a very unsubtle once-over. "So what’s the plan? Run home to your husband smelling like pussy and regret? Or stay and find out what your cunt’s been craving?"

That earned a gasp. The foxgirl actually looked offended—like she had any moral ground left to stand on with her thighs still slick and her robe front damp.

"I’m not like that," she said quickly. Desperately. "I—I just came to check on you. The food—"

"Was delicious," Allen cut in smoothly. His voice dropped half an octave, oozing with that charming, confident calm his "Sweet Tongue" skill loved to dip into. "But you didn’t just come to feed us. You watched. You stayed. You touched yourself. That’s not something a loyal little housewife does, is it?" freewebnøvel.com

The foxgirl opened her mouth to protest, but Allen kept going, his voice a velvet trap.

"What’s your name?" he asked softly.

She hesitated. "...Veyna," she finally whispered.

"Veyna," he repeated, letting it roll off his tongue like silk. "That’s a beautiful name. Fits you. But a name that pretty shouldn’t be wasted on a woman who goes home unsatisfied every night."

"I’m not unsatisfied," she snapped, glaring—but her voice cracked in the middle. She didn’t even believe it herself.

Allen sat up slowly, letting his cock slap against his thigh with a wet thud. Veyna’s eyes snapped down to it—just for a second—but it was enough. Her pupils dilated.

Fina caught it too. She stepped behind Veyna like a wolf circling her prey, brushing her fingers down the foxgirl’s arm, barely grazing the fabric of her robe.

"You’ve been watching him since you first delivered that stew," Fina whispered. "Trying not to stare when he talked. Holding your tray too low to hide the way you were dripping. You wanted him even then."

Veyna shook her head weakly. "I—I love my husband..."

Allen smiled, slow and sinful. "Of course you do," he said gently, like he was comforting her. "But love doesn’t mean your pussy’s satisfied. Doesn’t mean your heart doesn’t skip a beat when you see a real man who knows how to ruin you."

His words were a spell, and Veyna was cracking. Her knees buckled slightly. Her breath hitched.

"W-why are you doing this?" she whispered, voice shaking.

Fina leaned in and licked the shell of her ear. "Because we want you. Because we know you want it too. And because we don’t give a fuck about your little wedding vows."

Allen stood up now, his body glistening with sweat and sex, cock standing tall and slick.

He stepped forward, slow and confident, until he was just inches away.

"Last chance, Veyna," he murmured, his eyes locking with hers. "You can walk out right now. Go back to him. Pretend none of this happened. Or..."

He let the word hang in the air, stepping even closer until she could feel the heat radiating off his body.

"...you can see what it’s like to be really touched. Really loved. Even if just for tonight."

Veyna’s lips trembled. Her hands were clenched in her robes.

Then—

She took a slow, shaking step forward.

And dropped to her knees.

Fina cackled like she’d just won a bet.

Allen stroked her cheek, lifting her chin until her eyes met his. "Good girl," he murmured, voice heavy with triumph. "Now open wide. Let’s see if that pretty mouth of yours lies better than your pussy."

Veyna flinched when Allen stepped closer—way closer—and his cock, thick and veiny and still dripping with Fina’s juices, swung low and slapped right against her chin with a wet, obscene plap.

Her breath hitched.

Her whole body stiffened.

And then—

The smell hit her.

Musky. Salty. Tangy. Thick with the scent of beastkin girl-cum and raw, unwashed manhood, soaked in sweat, sex, and days of primal fucking. It was feral. It was wrong.

And it punched straight through her nose and burrowed into her brain like a heat-seeking missile.

She shuddered—not with fear. Not with disgust.

With something way, way worse.

Her thighs pressed together. Her tongue twitched in her mouth. Her ears trembled, tail fluffing in pure panic as her eyes locked on the pulsing, throbbing shaft just inches from her lips.

"I—I shouldn’t be here," she whispered again, softer this time. Like she was trying to convince herself now, not them.

Allen didn’t reply with words. He just tilted her chin up with two fingers—and let his cock rest gently, deliberately, across her cheek.

Veyna whimpered.

That scent wrapped around her brain like a blanket soaked in sin. Every breath she took fogged her thoughts even further.

Fina knelt behind her again, gently pulling the sash of her robe loose. "Still pretending you don’t want it?" she whispered, voice like hot wax. "Even with his cock on your face? Even while your pussy’s drooling down your thighs?"

"I-it’s not—!" Veyna started, but her voice broke off in a whimper as Allen rolled his hips forward, grinding the underside of his cock slowly across her cheek, up to her nose.

"Then sniff it," he said. His voice was low. Commanding. Hypnotic. "Go on. Take a deep breath. Let your cunt decide."

And Veyna, trembling, weak, so goddamn close to falling apart... inhaled.

Deep.

Her lips parted, her eyes fluttered—and her spine arched like someone had pulled her strings.

Her brain short-circuited.

The heat hit her core like a lightning bolt. She gasped—sharp and high—and for the first time, her mouth opened willingly. Just a little. Just enough.

Allen saw it. So did Fina.

And they grinned.

"There she is," Allen said, voice practically dripping with victory. "The real Veyna."

"I’m not..." she whispered. But her body said otherwise. Her robe had fallen from her shoulders. Her nipples were hard. Her breath was ragged. Her mouth was so, so close.

"You want to stop?" Fina whispered, licking her ear. "Say it. Say it now. Otherwise..."

She gently nudged Veyna’s head forward.

And Allen’s cock slid across her lips.

Just a taste.

Just a graze.

Veyna moaned.

High. Shaky. Shameful.

And then her lips parted wider, her tongue peeked out—and Allen didn’t wait.

He slid in.

Just the tip.

Her eyes rolled back.

Her fingers dug into the furs beneath her knees.

And whatever fragile wall she had left inside her? It crumbled like sand.