NTR: Stealing wives in Another World-Chapter 65: Submission (18+)

Nyra’s body was wrecked. Bent over the table again, legs spread so wide her hips had long since started to cramp—but Allen didn’t care. Or rather, he couldn’t. He wasn’t thinking. He wasn’t reacting. Just fucking.

Brutal. Robotic. Endless.

That ogre cock slammed into her with the force of a charging beast, dragging along her slick walls with every monstrous ridge and bulge. It was a monstrosity sculpted to destroy, and Nyra’s pussy? A crumbling shrine being reduced to rubble with every punishing thrust.

"Fuck! F-fuck, fuck, FUCK ME—!" she howled, claws digging into the table until wood splintered under her fingers. "My womb—gods above, it’s in my fucking womb!"

SLAPSLAPSLAPSLAPSLAP

Her ass rippled wildly, echoing with every strike of his hips. Her tail had gone limp, twitching with every orgasm as if trying to flee her own body.

Allen grabbed her waist, his voice still flat, still cold.

Then he slammed in deep—balls slapping her clit, cock punching her cervix like he was trying to pick a fight with her uterus.

"AAAHH—FUCKING SHIT, YES—KEEP RUINING ME!!" she screamed, drool stringing from her lips, her voice ragged and cracked.

Allen pulled back slowly, the ridges of his cock dragging along her insides like barbed wire in reverse—then slammed back in without warning.

WHAM!

"FUCK! MY GUTS—YOU’RE SHUFFLING MY FUCKING ORGANS AROUND!" she sobbed, eyes rolled back, mouth open in a silent scream. "THAT’S NOT A DICK, THAT’S A FUCKING CURSE!!"

He lifted her leg up onto the table, splitting her open even further, then jackhammered into her like her pussy owed him rent and he was two months behind.

Every inch hit new places. Every thrust made her see new gods.

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!

Wet noises filled the hut—an endless symphony of slaps, squelches, and Nyra’s broken voice gasping out every curse she knew.

"Gonna cum—gonna cum again—FUCK, I HATE YOU—FUCKING STUFF MY CUNT, YOU BROKEN FUCKDOLL OF A MAN—AAAHHH!"

Allen thrust one last time, burying his entire ogre cock to the base. Nyra shrieked—screamed—as her belly bulged, her body convulsing in a violent orgasm right as Allen unleashed a hot, pressurized flood of cum that blasted into her womb like a broken fire hose.

"FFFUUUUUUUUUCK—IT’S BURNING—YOU’RE CURSING MY FUCKING BABYMAKER!" she howled, her legs kicking weakly in the air as she squirted helplessly, juices splattering across the floor.

The cum just kept pouring in. Her belly swelled, stretching slightly with the sheer volume of it, her pussy so full it hissed and leaked around his cock like an overstuffed pipe.

Nyra twitched. Cried. Moaned. Cursed.

"I—fucking—HATE YOU—never gonna walk again, you fucking demon dick—gods, it’s still cumming—ohhhhhh shiiiit—"

Allen finally pulled out, slow and deliberate, his cock glistening with a ruinous cocktail of fluids.

Nyra collapsed, face-first, ass still twitching. Her pussy gaped, leaking thick ropes of seed onto the floor in obscene puddles.

She whispered into the wood, voice cracked:

"...f-fucking ruined me..."

Allen stood above her, his cock still twitching.

"Let’s start round three."

Outside the Hut

Fina blinked.

"...Rinni."

Rinni hugged her knees tighter. "...Yeah?"

Fina pointed to the thin trail of cum leaking under the door. "...You still think she’s in charge?"

Rinni swallowed. "I think she’s dead."

Fina grinned. "Nope. Just properly trained."

Inside the Hut

Nyra barely had time to breathe before Allen slammed into her again—his cock still swollen, still monstrous, still that ogre-warped beast that had absolutely demolished her already.

"F-Fuck—not again—!" she squealed, but her hips still lifted toward him, like her own body wanted to be destroyed.

Allen said nothing. Just grabbed her by the waist and folded her—legs up, knees to her shoulders, his cock already halfway back inside before she even realized she’d been repositioned.

SLAM!

Her scream cracked the air.

"AHHHH—FUCK, FASTER—DON’T STOP!!" she wailed, nails dragging grooves into the floorboards.

Allen started piston-thrusting, balls slapping her ass with wet, vicious smacks. The way he drilled her—it wasn’t just hard. It was surgical. Like he’d mapped her pussy out and was now punching every nerve in perfect rhythm.

Her tits bounced wildly. Her tongue lolled out. Her eyes were totally gone.

And then he pulled out—all the way.

Nyra gasped like she’d been yanked back from the dead. "Wha—w-wait—"

Before she could process anything, Allen grabbed her, spun her, and pushed her face-first into the floor—reverse mating press style. Her legs were spread wide, her ass arched, and her back curved into an impossible bend as he lined his cock back up.

And then—

WHAM!

"OH—FUCK—FUCKING SHIT YESSSS!!" she howled.

He didn’t even slow down. He just grabbed her arms, yanked them behind her back, and held them there with one hand, using the other to guide her hips as he slammed into her over and over and over.

The sounds were disgusting—wet, frantic, feral. The kind of sex that would scar furniture and break spirits.

"Is this what you wanted, ’Lady’ Nyra?" Allen said, voice flat. Robotic. "To be treated like a disposable fuckhole?"

Nyra shrieked, hips bouncing with every thrust.

"YESSS—GODS—YES—YOU FUCKING WHOREMAKER—DON’T STOP—DON’T YOU FUCKING DARE!!"

He pushed her down face-first, her ass still arched, her hole still clinging to every inch of his cock like it was starving.

Then he pulled out—again.

She collapsed, gasping.

But Allen was far from done.

He flipped her again, this time pushing her into a full straddle on his lap as he sat on the edge of the bed. Her legs barely worked, but he lifted her easily, impaling her onto his cock from below.

She screamed. Loud.

Her whole body bounced as he fucked her upward, each thrust making her brain rattle in her skull.

"OH MY FUCK—Y-YES—YOU’RE FRYING ME—FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, YESSSS!!"

And then—

He stopped.

Leaning close. Lips brushing her ear.

Voice soft.

Too soft.

"So... how was my acting as your brainwashed slave?"

Nyra’s body went rigid.

Her eyes slowly, slowly widened.

"N-No..."

Allen chuckled.

Dark. Cold. Cruel.

"You thought I was under your command. That I obeyed. That I served you."

He licked the shell of her ear.

"Bitch, I was studying you."

Then he slammed up into her—hard enough to make her scream like her soul was getting yanked out through her pussy.

"AAAAHHH—YOU—FUCKING—BASTARD—OH GODS, YES!!"

Her body snapped. She started squirting—hard—spraying his thighs and her own stomach as her voice rose into a chaotic string of curses and cries.

Allen stood up, still inside her, and carried her to the center of the room, holding her in the air like a fuck-doll and just dropping her onto his cock again and again like gravity was part of the kink.

She was moaning. Crying. Laughing. Broken.

Then the Door Opened.

Fina and Rinni stepped in—and froze.

And what they saw?

Nyra on her knees.

Pussy twitching, still gaping and leaking thick trails of cum down her thighs. Her hair was wild. Her face? Flushed, sweaty, glowing with humiliation and need.

And she was begging.

"...please... more—fuck me, Master Allen... fuck this useless pussy again, I’m nothing—nothing without it—please step on me again..."

Allen didn’t say a word.

He just walked forward...

And raised his foot.

Pressed it down on her head.

Nyra moaned loud and long, drool spilling from her mouth as she trembled.

Fina whistled. "Damn. You really broke her."

Rinni clutched her chest, knees weak. "I... I didn’t think that was possible."

Nyra looked up, tears mixing with cum as she gasped:

"I BELONG TO HIS COCK—*ALL HAIL THE DICK OF MASTER ALLEN—"