NTR: Stealing wives in Another World-Chapter 69: Unaware husband 2 (18+)

Allen’s fingers moved inside Veyna slow and deliberate, feeling her walls tighten and pulse around him even as she clung desperately to Kael’s warm, steady frame. Her fox tail—soft, sleek, and impossibly sensuous—snaked down from her lower back and wrapped itself possessively around Allen’s thigh like it knew exactly whose cock was buried deep inside its owner.

Veyna’s chest pressed against Kael’s, her arms hugging him so tightly it was like she was trying to fuse their bodies into one. Kael was out cold, completely lost in a dream, his mouth twitching into soft giggles as he muttered nonsense.

"M-moon... festival... with Veyna... dancing under stars..."

His voice was a sleepy whisper, a delighted chuckle slipping past his lips.

Veyna’s heart hammered painfully in her chest, half because she was terrified of waking him, half because the forbidden thrill of what she was doing was *electrifying*.

She bit down hard on her hand, muffling a soft whimper. Her other hand gripped Kael’s wrist, holding it tight against her breast so she wouldn’t accidentally make a sound.

Allen’s eyes darkened with wicked hunger.

"Fucking hell," he muttered, barely above a growl. "You’re such a filthy little slut... hugging him tight while I’m ramming my fingers deep inside your pussy. I’m gonna ravage you again, Veyna. Make you scream my name—quietly, of course—while he dreams about some stupid fucking festival." freēwēbηovel.c૦m

His hand slid down to cup her hip, fingers kneading her soft skin, thumb rubbing slow, lazy circles over the sensitive flesh right at the edge of her cunt.

"Gods, I’m gonna break you. Again."

Veyna’s breath hitched, trembling as Allen’s fingers curled faster, deeper. Her hips pressed harder into his hand, pushing into his touch even though she was trying to stay still.

Her fox tail tightened around his leg in a desperate, needy grip.

Kael sighed again, mumbling, "Dance... dance with Veyna..."

Allen cursed under his breath, voice low and rough.

"Damn you, you perfect little fuck toy. You’re gonna have to take it all—my cock, my fingers, and whatever else I want to shove inside you. And you’ll love it."

Veyna swallowed, hands still clutching Kael’s wrist and covering her mouth, her whole body trembling with the delicious, dangerous tension between her shame and desire.

Allen’s fingers quickened, tracing a slick rhythm that had her toes curling and breath hitching, her hips bucking against his hand with every flick.

Kael shifted slightly, his arm brushing over her back, tightening in sleep as if trying to hold her closer.

Veyna gasped into her palm, fingers twitching, and Allen leaned close, lips brushing her ear.

"Shhh. Stay quiet. I’m just getting started."

Allen slid his hand down from her hip, gripping Veyna’s trembling thigh with a possessive hunger. With a slow, deliberate motion, he lifted her leg high, exposing her slick, glistening cunt completely to him—open and ready.

The cool night air kissed her bare skin as Allen lined himself up, cock pulsing and dripping with arousal. Without hesitation, he slammed into her with a soft but hungry thrust.

Veyna’s soft gasp escaped her lips—barely audible, muffled against the palm she pressed over her mouth. Her body tensed for a moment, then melted around him like warm honey, folding into the obscene rhythm.

Her arms instinctively tightened around Kael’s waist, hugging him like a lifeline, heart hammering wildly in her chest as if trying to hold onto both worlds at once.

Allen’s cock sank deeper, stretching her slick heat with every powerful stroke, his hand gripping her raised thigh firmly, pulling her closer.

"You’re mine," he growled into her ear, voice rough and dark. "Hug him tighter, Veyna. Show me how much you want to keep this secret."

Kael remained blissfully unaware, his breathing even, still lost in that silly dream about the moon festival—his sleepy giggles like a cruel contrast to the sinful fucking happening right beside him.

Veyna whimpered quietly, fighting the urge to cry out, caught between shame and pleasure, between loyalty and raw desire.

Allen’s thrusts grew faster, harder, relentless, driving her closer to the edge with every punishing pump.

Her fox tail coiled tighter around his leg, gripping him as if trying to claim him just as much as her body did.

Allen smirked, pressing his forehead against her neck, breath hot and ragged.

"I’m gonna fuck you senseless before dawn, and there’s nothing you can do about it."

Allen’s hips slammed into Veyna’s ass with wet, obscene smacks, each thrust a vulgar violation of her stretched, quivering hole. Her cunt swallowed his cock greedily, slick and sucking, as if her body didn’t care how wrong this was—only that it needed to be filled.

She buried her face in Kael’s shoulder, biting down hard on his tunic to keep herself from screaming. Her hands gripped his chest like a lifeline, trembling, nails digging into his skin while Allen’s cock pounded into her over and over.

"Fucking gods, you’re tight," Allen growled against her ear, teeth grazing her lobe. "Your husband’s right here, dreaming about taking you to some dumbass festival—and you’re getting split open by another man’s cock. My cock."

Veyna moaned softly, a high, muffled whine escaping her throat before she could choke it down.

Allen slammed deeper, grinding his hips against her ass. "You love this, don’t you? Being used like a little breeding bitch while he cuddles you like some precious wife?"

Her body answered for her. Her pussy clenched around him, a wet, needy pulse of desperation that had Allen grinning wickedly.

"Fucking whore," he muttered. "Wrapped around your dickless husband’s little arms, but creaming all over mine."

He reached around her body, cupping one breast roughly, fingers pinching and tugging her nipple while his cock pistoned into her without mercy. Her tail lashed tighter around his leg—every flick of it was a confession she couldn’t speak out loud.

Kael stirred slightly, murmuring in his sleep, "Mmm... I love you, Veyna..."

That did something to her.

Her whole body shuddered.

Her legs spasmed.

And Allen felt it—oh, he felt it—as her cunt gushed around his cock, her orgasm hitting like a storm she couldn’t hold back.

She came.

Hard.

Silently.

Convulsing in his arms while hugging her husband like she was afraid she’d die without him.

Allen growled, rutting faster, cock slamming into her drenched cunt like he was trying to imprint himself inside her womb.

"You liked that," he hissed into her ear. "You just came on my cock while he said he loved you. You’re not a wife. You’re a cumdump."

He slammed in deep and held, his cock throbbing as he gritted his teeth.

"I’m gonna fill you," he growled. "Gonna paint your pussy with my cum and leave it leaking into his bed."

Veyna sobbed silently into Kael’s chest, biting down on his tunic, tears in her eyes, pleasure wrecking her.

"Say it," Allen demanded. "Say you want it. Say you want my cum inside you."

She shook her head—

Then nodded, desperate, trembling.

Her lips brushed Kael’s ear as she whispered so low only Allen could hear:

"Fill me..."

Allen let out a low, savage snarl—and slammed his cock in one last time.

He came.

Hard.

Thick, hot ropes of cum flooded her pussy, his balls twitching against her ass as he emptied himself inside her. He stayed buried in her, cock pulsing with every last drop, hips jerking as he rode it out.

"Fuck yes..." he panted. "Fucking tight little cumhole..."

Her cunt milked him for everything, greedy and overflowing.

And Kael?

Still sleeping.

Still smiling.

Still dreaming about moonlight dances.