NTR: Stealing wives in Another World-Chapter 121: magic circle

The group moved quickly.

They didn’t speak much as they returned to their temporary camp near the cliffs—a narrow patch of dry stone ringed by driftwood, half-hidden by jagged rock formations. The firepit still smoldered faintly, embers hissing as Fina stoked it back to life. Rinni unrolled their map scrolls across a flat slab of rock.

Allen stood nearby, shirtless, turning the tag over in his hand. It felt heavier now. Not literally—but in that way pain had weight.

Fina crouched over the map, her claw tracing the coastline.

"They would’ve needed a transport," she murmured. "Submersible, maybe. Or teleportation magic. Something fast. But demons..." Her voice lowered. "Demons like to leave marks. Wards. Seals. Traps."

"Breadcrumbs?" Allen asked.

"Barbed wire," Fina corrected grimly. "But yeah. If they rushed, they may have left magical residue."

Luna, who had been lazily wobbling on Allen’s shoulder like a gooey scarf, suddenly perked up—or, well, blobbed up. Her little core sparkled bright, and then she launched herself off him, bouncing toward the cliffs.

Allen blinked. "Uh... Luna? What’s—"

"She felt something," Fina said sharply, already rising to follow.

The slime zipped ahead, bouncing between rocks with liquid grace until she stopped above a jagged drop-off. About twenty feet below, waves lapped at the base of the cliffs—and there, almost hidden by shadows, a narrow cave mouth yawned open.

"Of course there’s a creepy cave," Allen muttered.

"Luna’s instincts are sharp," Fina said, narrowing her eyes. "If she’s drawn to it, there’s a reason."

"Maybe the reason is *we die in there,*" Rinni said, clutching her bow.

Allen smirked, clapping her on the back. "Nah, not yet. We’re too annoying to kill off this early."

They scaled down carefully, Luna bouncing ahead and sticking to walls like an acrobatic gelatin. The temperature dipped as they entered the cave, the air tasting faintly metallic.

Inside, it smelled of brine and decay. Allen stepped ahead, his boots splashing through shallow puddles. "This place is *way* too quiet."

"It’s not quiet," Fina murmured. "It’s *dead.*"

Further in, the natural stone gave way to something smooth and inlaid with glowing runes. Demonic magic. The lines were cruel and sharp—designed to intimidate, not inspire.

They passed shattered shackles, scorch marks, and shredded bits of iridescent fabric. Fina crouched and picked up a long, glistening scale.

"Mermaid," she said quietly. "Someone fought back."

Ahead, Luna stopped, wobbling nervously around a summoning circle etched into the stone floor. The runes pulsed faintly, their light flickering like the dying breaths of a candle. Dried blood was smeared thickly around the edges.

Allen stepped closer. "What’s the circle for?"

"Teleportation," Fina said, her voice tight. She crouched beside it, her claws tracing the edges. "They moved their captives—and fast. But..."

"But what?" Allen asked.

She exhaled. "It’s still faintly active. I might be able to trace it."

Rinni perked up, hopeful. "Really?"

"Maybe," Fina said, still inspecting it. "But it’ll take power. Ritual magic."

Rinni tilted her head. "Like... candles and chanting?"

"Like blood, lust, and shame," Fina said flatly. "Demons don’t work with *happy vibes.*"

Allen blinked. "Wait—you’re saying..."

"Yes." Fina met his gaze with a grim determination. "Sex magic. Raw emotion. It’s the best way to overpower the demonic residue and hijack their spell."

Rinni’s face turned bright red. "Here?! In *this* gross cave?!"

Luna burbled beside them, bubbling with what sounded suspiciously like giggles. She oozed closer to the circle, poking at the runes with a gooey tendril, as if urging them on.

Fina crossed her arms. "If you have a better idea, I’d love to hear it."

Allen chuckled, already pulling his shirt off. "Well, guess it’s time to give these demons a taste of their own magic."

Luna bounced excitedly, her goo sparking faintly. She zipped onto Allen’s arm, wrapping around him in what felt like a slimy cheer.

Rinni squeaked. "Wait—I-I didn’t say no!"

Fina smirked, shrugging off her own top. "Good. Then let’s show them how we fight back."

As Allen stepped into the circle with Fina and Rinni, Luna slithered around them, her glow intensifying. The runes began to twitch—reacting not just to the slime’s magic, but to the building heat in the air.

And far beneath the waves, something stirred in the dark.

The demonic circle pulsed like a heartbeat beneath them—slow, steady, sinister.

Fina stood at its edge, topless and regal, claws coated in chalky dust as she finished drawing the outer ring. The lines hissed with latent magic. Luna slithered along the grooves, her gelatinous body sparking faint light, helping energize the seal.

Rinni stood at the center, bare feet trembling on the stone floor. Her ears twitched, but it wasn’t from fear. Not really.

She was blushing like crazy. Practically glowing.

"You sure about this, Rin?" Allen asked, voice low, his gaze already darkening with dominance.

She bit her lip, fingers fidgeting behind her back. "I-I mean... I don’t have to be the one, b-but..."

"But you want it," Fina said, eyes narrowing. "You’re trembling in that way you do when you’re soaked."

Rinni squeaked.

Allen stepped closer. His shirt was already gone. His belt came next, the soft clink of the buckle hitting the stone echoing through the chamber like a countdown. Rinni swallowed hard, eyes flicking down, then back up. She stood there, thighs clenching, breath hitching with anticipation.

"I need your pain," Allen murmured, circling her. "Your shame. Your pleasure. You’re the only one who can give it all."

Rinni whimpered. A tiny noise. Almost apologetic. But her hands were already trembling behind her back, as if begging to be bound.

He obliged.

A strip of his shirt became an impromptu binding, looping her wrists together, firm but not cruel. Not yet. Luna burbled in approval, coiling in the runes like she was feeding off the heat rising in the room.

Allen leaned in close to Rinni’s ear, his voice a low, delicious growl. "You’re going to moan for me until the spell cracks open."

Rinni nodded, breath already coming in shallow gasps.

Fina moved behind them, running a claw down Rinni’s spine. "She’ll do it. She lives for this."

"Say it," Allen ordered.

"I-I live for it," Rinni gasped. "For the pain... for you... for being used."

A sharp slap rang out, Allen’s hand striking the plush curve of her ass. Rinni cried out, legs wobbling, the sound echoing through the cave. A second slap followed, then a third, until her voice was breaking into moans with each strike.

Each smack was like a drumbeat in the ritual, syncing perfectly with the throbbing light of the runes.

"You love that?" Allen asked.

"Yes—! Y-Yes, Master, please..."

"Oh, now I’m Master?"

Rinni whimpered. "I-I mean, I don’t know what else to call you when you’re—ahhhnn~!" Another slap, this one harder, more cruel. She nearly dropped to her knees, but Allen caught her, fingers digging into her bound arms.

"You’ll take everything I give you," he growled, voice low, commanding. "And you’ll beg for more."

"Y-Yes, please, please hurt me more," Rinni moaned, rubbing her thighs together shamelessly. "Make me scream. Make the circle blaze."

The cave pulsed with power now. Luna was glowing brighter than ever, orbiting them in excited loops. The air was thick—charged—like lightning was about to strike.

Allen grabbed Rinni by the chin, tilting her face up. Her eyes were glassy, pupils wide, tongue lolling slightly from between trembling lips.

"You’re the key," he said. "You were made for this."

Rinni whimpered, then gasped—his hand had dropped lower, gripping her by the throat. Not tight. Just enough to remind her who owned her pleasure.

Her moans grew louder, filthier, the kind that bounced off the walls and made even Fina’s tail flick with arousal.

"Louder," Allen snarled. "I want the demons to hear you from wherever the hell they’re hiding."

"A-AHHH—!" Rinni cried out, her body arching. She was shaking now, helpless, overwhelmed.

Fina stepped forward, one claw trailing down Rinni’s stomach as she smirked. "She’s about to burst. Let her."

Allen leaned in and whispered against Rinni’s lips, "You’re doing this for them. For the mermaids. For every beastkin they hurt. Cum for them."

Rinni screamed.

It wasn’t cute. It was raw. Broken. A sob of release and humiliation and pleasure so sharp it bordered on madness. Her knees gave out, and Allen caught her again, holding her trembling form as the magic circle beneath them *exploded* with light.

The runes flared red, then gold, then deep obsidian.

And far across the ocean, a matching circle activated—silent, invisible to the untrained eye.

The beacon had been lit.

The ritual was a success.

Rinni slumped in Allen’s arms, panting, her body still twitching.

"You did it," Fina murmured, crouching beside her.

Rinni gave a hazy smile through tear-streaked cheeks. "I-I like magic rituals..."

Luna burbled lovingly, curling around Rinni’s ankles like a purring blob.

Allen kissed her forehead, pride glowing in his eyes. "You were perfect."

At that time fina was fingering herself, while looking at allen and rinni. Her pussy was leaking like an ocean, her cheeks were blushed and breaths were ragged.

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