NTR: Stealing wives in Another World-Chapter 70: Unaware husband 3 (18+)

Allen didn’t even pull out.

He stayed buried in Veyna’s cum-filled pussy, his cock still hard, still twitching, soaked in the first round’s mess. Her thighs were slick, inner lips glistening, smeared with thick cream that was already starting to drip onto the sheets beneath her.

Veyna was gasping into Kael’s chest, her body limp but twitching, overstimulated and flushed. Her tail had gone limp around Allen’s thigh, flicking weakly like it was dazed too.

But Allen?

Allen wasn’t finished.

"Round two, slut," he growled into her ear, grabbing her hips with both hands. "And I don’t want you quiet this time."

Her eyes went wide.

She shook her head, mouthing please, mouthing no, but her body betrayed her with another involuntary clench around him. Her walls rippled around his cock, squeezing like she wanted to be fucked harder—deeper—louder.

Allen pulled back just enough for his cock to slide halfway out—slick, glistening with their mixed fluids.

Then he slammed back in.

Schlk!

A wet, sticky slap echoed through the room.

Veyna let out a muffled "MmmHH—!!", her hand flying back to cover her mouth again, eyes wide in panic and pleasure.

Kael stirred slightly beside her, murmuring, "Mmm... you smell nice, Veyna..."

Allen almost laughed. "He has no fucking idea his sweet little moonlight maiden is getting railed like a brothel mutt with a heat spell."

He snapped his hips again.

Schlk-THMP!

"MhhhNNGH!" Veyna moaned into her palm, tears pooling in the corners of her eyes from the overstimulation and overwhelming shame—and how goddamn good it felt.

Allen grabbed her tail this time, wrapping it tightly around his wrist like a leash.

Slap-slap-slap-slap!

The sound of skin slamming into skin was wet and relentless, like a drumbeat of depravity. Slick juices squelched with every thrust, louder now, dangerously loud—each one a lewd slap against her soaked, overflowing pussy.

Allen leaned over her again, biting her shoulder hard enough to leave a mark.

"Take it, slut. Let him hear the wet sounds of your cheating cunt. Let him dream while I ruin you again."

Schlk-schlk-THMP!

"Mhnnnggh...!" she whimpered, biting down on her own fingers now to hold back the sobbing moans bubbling up her throat. She was close again. So fast. Too fast.

And Allen could feel it.

Her pussy was fluttering again, walls convulsing around him, her body begging for release even as her brain screamed to stop.

He didn’t let up.

Didn’t slow down.

Just kept thrusting, harder, filthier, soaking the sheets with every slap of his cock. Their juices were running down her thighs, soaking the bed. Her ass rippled with every impact. Her face was buried in Kael’s shoulder, nose squished against the man she still claimed to love—even while getting ravaged by another.

Allen’s voice dropped into a low, filthy growl.

"Cum for me again, bitch. I want to feel your pussy squirt around my cock while your husband sleeps through it."

And Veyna?

She did.

Her moan broke through her fingers—muffled, but piercing.

"MhhhMMMMmmnngghhh—!"

Her cunt spasmed violently, gushing around Allen’s cock, soaking both of them in fresh slick. She shook like she was short-circuiting, and her leg kicked weakly, knocking Kael in the shin.

Kael grunted... then smiled in his sleep.

"Mmm... you’re warm tonight..."

Allen bit her ear.

"I’m not done."

SCHLK-THMP! SCHLK-THMP!

The sound was deafening. Slick and obscene. Allen’s cock was pounding into Veyna’s soaked, gushing pussy like a goddamn battering ram, and every thrust made the most revoltingly loud, wet schlurrrp-pop that filled the room like a sex curse. The sheets were ruined, soaked through with cum and slick, and the entire room reeked of sex.

Veyna’s head lolled back, mouth open, gasping.

"F-fuck—Master, it’s too loud—" she whimpered, barely able to get the words out through the moans. "H-he’s gonna wake up..."

SLAP-SCHLK!

Allen drove in harder, his hips slamming her ass with a brutal smack that made her cry out again, her walls fluttering around him like she was already on the edge again.

"Then let him," Allen growled against her neck, his breath hot and filthy. "Let him wake up to the sound of his wife’s slutty pussy getting pounded."

Veyna sobbed out a broken moan, half from shame, half from the violent, desperate pleasure splitting her in half.

"Y-you’re so deep...! Gods—fuck, you’re hitting my...! I can feel you in my stomach—!"

Allen grabbed her hips and pulled her back into him harder, faster, his cock dragging in and out of her like a piston. Their mixed cum squelched out around his shaft with every brutal thrust, dripping down her thighs and soaking the bed in a mess of stickiness and sin.

SCHLK-SCHLK-SCHLK-SCHLK!!

It sounded disgusting. Wet. Violent. Like her cunt was begging to be destroyed.

"You hear that, Veyna?" he hissed in her ear, snapping his hips again. SPLACK! "That’s the sound of your tight little cheating hole getting ruined. You hear how fucking sloppy you are?"

Veyna couldn’t answer—only moan. Her nails dug into Kael’s shoulder, her entire body shaking. She was soaking wet, eyes rolled back, her cunt leaking down to her knees.

Allen laughed darkly, fucking her harder. Faster. Until it sounded like pure filth.

PLAP-PLAP-PLAP-PLAP!!

"I said do you fucking hear it?!"

"Y-yes, Master!!" she screamed, tears streaming down her face. "I h-hear it, gods—please—it sounds so fucking nasty—!"

Allen grabbed her throat, not tight, just enough to keep her upright, his cock punching into her soaked, cream-filled pussy over and over.

"Say it," he snarled. "Say what your pussy sounds like."

She was gasping, legs trembling, every word coming out slurred and fucked dumb.

"It—f-fuck—it sounds like I’m getting fucked like a bitch in heat, Master! I’m so wet, gods, it’s squelching—you’re making it splatter—!"

Allen’s grin turned feral.

"That’s right. Filthy fucking bitch."

He pulled her back by the hair and whispered, dark and low:

"Let’s make it louder."

Allen snapped his hips forward—BRUTAL—and the wet, meaty SCHHLAPPP!! echoed through the room like a dirty anthem.

"Fuck," he growled, his voice rough as gravel, eyes dark with hunger as he watched his cock vanish deep inside her. "You’re just a goddamn fuckhole now, huh? A filthy little cunt made for nothing but getting slammed."

Veyna’s breath hitched, her tongue lolled out, cheeks flushed crimson as she whimpered, "Y-yes, Master... I’m your good little fuckhole..." Her voice trembled with desperate need, "Please... just use me... don’t stop pounding me—please."

Allen grabbed her hips hard, yanking her ass back to meet every punishing thrust. "Goddamn right. You love this, don’t you? Being torn open and ruined for me. You’re nothing but my dirty little toy."

Her walls clenched hard around him, squeezing, pulsing, begging for more abuse. "Mmm, Master..." she gasped, "I’m yours... all yours... I’m such a slut for you..."

Allen snarled low, biting into the shell of her ear. "Say it louder. I want to hear you drown in your own filth."

"I’m your filthy little fuckhole," she cried, trembling, "Your slutty, broken cunt made for your cock—only yours, Master..."

He slammed in again, the room shaking with the wet, obscene sound of cock slapping cunt. "Fuck, you’re my perfect little wreck."

Veyna moaned, her fingers digging into Kael’s chest as her body shook. She was lost in the dirty haze, in the filthy heat, a good little fuckhole completely ruined by Allen’s merciless pounding.

Allen cursed under his breath, every harsh word dripping with possession and domination. "You’re mine, slut. My fucked-up pet."