NTR: Stealing wives in Another World-Chapter 68: Unaware husband 1

The cool night air brushed against Allen’s bare skin as he wandered through the moonlit village, the sounds of crickets and distant owls mixing with the lingering echoes of moans still ringing in his ears. His body was still slick with sweat, skin glistening under the stars, cock hanging heavy and half-hard after the brutal session he’d just left behind.

As he strolled past a row of huts, something caught his eye—one of the windows was cracked open, the curtain fluttering like an invitation in the breeze.

He paused.

Tilted his head.

Inside, bathed in the soft silver glow of moonlight, lay Veyna.

Tangled in the sheets beside her dozing husband, her bare shoulders peeking out, her chest rising and falling slowly. The curves of her body hinted through the thin fabric of the sheet—one thigh draped out from the covers, her hips turned slightly toward the door.

Allen’s lips curled into a slow, evil grin.

The door creaked softly as he tested it—and sure enough, it swung open with barely any resistance. Broken. Unlocked. Just waiting for him.

Perfect.

He stepped inside silently, the wood cool beneath his feet, his shadow stretching across the floor as he stalked closer to the bed. Naked, cock swaying softly with every step, Allen loomed over her like a dream—or a nightmare.

He crouched beside her.

Leaned in close.

"Veyna," he whispered, voice like warm smoke. "Wake up."

She stirred, lashes fluttering.

Then her eyes opened.

And locked straight onto him.

More specifically—straight onto his cock, hanging thick and wet just inches from her face.

Her breath caught in her throat.

"M-Master Allen...?" she breathed, eyes wide and lips parting.

Her gaze skipped up to meet his eyes, then dropped right back down—like she couldn’t help herself.

She licked her lips unconsciously.

Allen’s grin deepened.

Veyna’s eyes stayed locked on Allen’s cock, her breath shallow, chest rising and falling beneath the sheet. But then her head twitched slightly—like she remembered something. Someone.

Her gaze darted to her side.

Kael.

Her husband.

Still fast asleep, his arm draped over the edge of the bed, snoring quietly like the oblivious little fool he was.

Her expression shifted—panic blooming across her face, flushed cheeks paling as reality crashed back in.

She turned back to Allen, voice low and urgent. "Wh-What are you doing here?" she whispered, barely louder than her breath. "You can’t... he’s right there. He’ll wake up..."

Allen didn’t even blink. His grin didn’t fade. He leaned in just enough that she could feel his breath brush her lips.

"I want to fuck you, Veyna," he said bluntly, voice dark and hungry.

Her eyes widened again. "Wh—no, I... I can’t..." Her gaze flicked again to Kael, panic bubbling. "He’ll hear. Gods, please... I-I’ll come to your hut. Early morning. I swear. Just not... not here."

Allen tilted his head slowly, cock still heavy and swaying between them. He reached out and brushed her cheek with the back of his hand, so gently it almost felt like affection.

But his eyes were sharp.

Predatory.

"No," he said, voice barely a growl. "I want you now."

Veyna bit her lip, thighs clenching beneath the sheet. Her face was flushed with panic—but also, unmistakably, with heat. Her nipples were stiff beneath the thin fabric, her breathing quick and shaky.

"You can’t," she whispered again. "He’s—he’s right there. If he wakes up..."

Allen leaned closer, his mouth right by her ear.

"Then be quiet," he whispered. "And try not to moan when I make you cum right next to your sleeping husband."

Veyna’s eyes flew wide as Allen stepped closer, cock swinging near her face like a challenge. "Wh-what are you doing?" she hissed, panic in her voice as she pushed at his thighs. "You have to go. I mean it. Kael’s right—"

Slap.

She froze.

Allen’s cock landed across her cheek with a wet, lewd smack. Thick, heavy, still glistening with leftover arousal from earlier. Her lips parted in pure shock, the weight of it resting against her face like a brand.

"Shhh," Allen murmured. "Don’t wake your husband."

Her hands trembled on his thighs, torn between pushing him back and keeping him from moving too much, terrified Kael would stir.

Then Allen shifted—dragging the head of his cock slowly across her lips. The scent hit her instantly. Sharp. Musky. Raw sin.

Her breath caught.

"Smell it," Allen said, low and dark, thumb under her chin. "You know where this cock’s been. You want it."

Veyna’s eyes watered—from panic, from shame, from heat—and before she realized it, her tongue darted out. Just a flick. Just instinct.

Just enough to taste him.

Allen grinned.

She went still, like the air had been sucked from the room. Fuck. Her lips trembled.

"I knew it," Allen said. "You’re filthier than I thought."

Then, casual as you please, he climbed into the bed and sat down behind her, naked and hard as sin, like he belonged there. Veyna scrambled to pull the sheet up over herself, but Allen caught her wrist and yanked it down.

"No more hiding," he said. "Now do something for me."

Her eyes met his, confused, afraid—and burning.

"Hug your husband."

"What?" she whispered, recoiling.

Allen leaned in close, cock pressed against her ass through the sheet. "You heard me. Wrap those sweet little arms around Kael. Hold him. Make him feel safe. While I fuck you behind his back."

Her breath hitched.

But when he tugged her panties down under the covers—slowly, shamelessly, fingers brushing over her soaked folds—she didn’t stop him.

She couldn’t.

And when he guided her body to turn slightly—pressing her chest against Kael’s side, draping her leg over his thigh like she belonged to him—she went.

Like a puppet on a string.

Allen settled in behind her on the narrow bed, spooning her from the right side, bare skin pressed to bare skin. His hand slid between her thighs again, slow and greedy, fingers brushing her slit.

Veyna gasped, face buried in Kael’s neck.

"You’re soaked," Allen murmured into her ear, biting her lobe gently. "You’re hugging your husband... while I finger your dripping pussy. Gods, you’re perfect."

She whimpered—low, desperate, into Kael’s shoulder. The poor man didn’t stir. Didn’t suspect a thing.

And Allen?

Allen grinned like the devil.

His fingers slipped inside her.