NTR: Stealing wives in Another World-Chapter 124: Wiped out

Allen didn’t answer.

He was already walking.

Each step squelched in blood-soaked soil. Charred canvas flapped behind him, torn like the wings of fallen angels. A piece of demon brain slid off his boot with a wet shlorp.

Fina stalked beside him, claws still dripping. Luna flowed forward like a low tide of vengeance, oozing across the battlefield, her body glinting with bits of demon flesh still trapped inside her translucent form.

The camp ahead stretched wider than they realized. Dozens more tents. Torture racks. Pit cages.

And sounds—muffled sobs, metal dragging, cruel laughter.

Allen’s jaw flexed.

"Spread out. No one gets out."

Fina grinned, eyes glinting like glass-cut rubies. "Time to skin some freaks."

Tent A.

A demon with tusks like swords hunched over a caged beastkin girl, forcing raw meat into her mouth while whispering filth. He didn’t hear the tent flap open.

He did, however, hear the crunch of Allen’s boot behind him.

Too late.

Allen seized his head and smashed it into the bars of the cage with a metallic clang that made the girl inside shriek.

Then again.

And again.

CLANG. CRUNCH. SKKRK.

The cage bent inward from the force. The demon’s face was no longer symmetrical.

Allen dragged the twitching body upward by one tusk and whispered, "You feed others, right?"

He tore open the demon’s stomach with a dagger. Steam poured out as his intestines spilled over the bars and into the cage.

"Eat it," Allen told him, shoving his own guts into his mouth.

The demon gurgled. Choked. Died.

The girl inside was shaking, blood on her lips—but her eyes locked on Allen like he was a god.

Tent B.

Fina leapt straight through the canvas. No door, no warning—just a blur of claws and fury.

Three demons stood around a pit, betting on which girl inside would drown first. The pit was half-filled with seawater. A mermaid and a beastkin girl clung to each other in the corner, struggling to breathe.

"Hi boys," Fina purred, already mid-air.

She landed with her claws buried in one demon’s eyes. He didn’t even scream. His body just jerked backward and hit the ground like meat.

The second demon drew a sword.

Too slow.

Fina used the first body as a springboard and launched herself onto him, tail whipping around his neck. She yanked hard—the spine popped before the breath could leave his lungs.

The last one turned to run. He made it two steps before Fina hurled a severed claw like a javelin, impaling his back. He arched, flailed, fell.

She walked to the pit. Looked down.

"Hang on, kittens."

She dropped down, lifted the girls up like they weighed nothing. "It’s okay now. They’re gone."

They sobbed into her fur. One kissed her arm.

Fina looked up, face smeared with blood. "Next tent."

Tent C.

Chains. So many chains.

The whole interior was like a spider’s nest made of iron and filth. Naked beastkin hung from hooks, trembling, eyes wide with exhaustion.

And in the center—one bloated demon with glistening skin and pustules that pulsed like eggs.

He turned as Luna entered.

"Well well," he drawled, licking ooze from his lips. "A little blob come to beg for scraps?"

Luna didn’t speak.

She simply expanded.

Ten feet. Fifteen. Her form rose like a tidal wave of living goo, sprouting pseudopods and sharp, glassy edges like crystal blades.

The demon tried to conjure fire. She smothered it.

She flowed over him, around him, inside him. His scream was long, shrill, and wet.

It went on.

Until the others outside could hear bones dissolving. Gurgling. A sick pop as his body collapsed in on itself like a fleshy cave.

Then silence.

Luna oozed up again, reshaped herself, and stared at the remaining prisoners. Her surface shivered—and formed a gentle smile.

"You’re safe," she said in a soft, watery voice.

The beastkin wept.

Central Pavilion.

Allen kicked the doors open.

Inside sat what passed for command—a larger demon with three arms, hunched over a map, chewing on what looked like a femur. freeweɓnøvel~com

He turned, annoyed.

"Who the hell—?"

Allen hurled a severed testicle at his face.

It slapped wetly against the demon’s cheek.

"Tag," Allen said. "You’re it."

The demon roared and charged—but Allen was already beneath his guard, crouching low, daggers flashing.

He carved a line straight up the inner thigh. The demon bellowed, blood spraying, but Allen didn’t stop.

He hooked the knife up and in, caught the groin from underneath, and pulled hard.

RRRRIPPPP.

The demon dropped.

Allen pressed a boot to his chest and twisted the knife once more.

"You command demons?" he asked. "Not anymore."

Then stabbed it through the demon’s eye.

Fina regrouped with him, dragging two demon heads by the horns.

"Most of them are down," she said, panting. "What’s next?"

Allen stared at the central fire pit, where bones had been burned for sport.

He turned to the gathering crowd—rescued mermaids, beastkin, girls still covered in blood and chains.

Allen raised his voice.

"This camp’s ours now."

He walked to the fire pit. Ripped the demon banners from their posts.

Then pissed on them.

Fina grinned. "Want me to carve our name into their skulls?"

Allen nodded. "Stack the heads. Mount them high. Let every slaver camp within a hundred miles know—"

He paused.

The survivors watched, wide-eyed.

"We’re not prey."

Fina stood beside him.

"We’re not property."

Luna oozed up, adding softly, "We’re vengeance."

Allen raised a claw-marked fist.

"We are the reckoning."

The sky turned orange with firelight as the heads burned.

And far off, in the smoke-choked distance, another camp watched that glow.

Watched and trembled.

The fires still roared, casting hellish shadows across the broken camp. Heads were stacked high, their expressions frozen in terror, horror, and that sweet moment of realizing they’d messed with the wrong crew.

Allen stood at the center, panting, shirt torn open, body smeared in blood like war paint. Every breath he took sounded like it came from the lungs of a beast halfway between orgasm and vengeance.

Behind him, Fina flicked blood off her claws like she was drying her nails. Luna crouched low on a pile of bones, absently twirling a demon femur in her gooey hand like a conductor’s baton.

And from the far ridge...

Rinni arrived.

She dropped from a ledge like a comet, landing in a crouch with her twin daggers drawn and her bunny ears quivering.

"Miss me, Daddy?" she said with a grin.

Allen turned, eyes lighting up.

"Just in time, fluffbutt. We’ve still got a few left."

From the north side of camp, a last-ditch demon squad had arrived—six of them. The cleanup crew. Big boys. Reinforcements sent too late.

They paused when they saw the bodies.

The smoke.

The heads.

Then Allen.

And they hesitated.

"Who... are you?" one of them growled, his voice like grinding rocks.

Allen didn’t answer. He just tilted his head and extended a single hand toward them, his fingers curling into a loose fist.

"Doesn’t matter," he said softly.

The demons tensed, confusion flickering across their faces.

Then Allen clenched his fist.

"Testicular Torsion."

The first demon let out a strangled scream, dropping his weapon as he fell to his knees. His eyes bulged, and his claws tore at the ground as a sickening crunch echoed through the clearing.

He collapsed, twitching.

The others froze.

"What... what did you do to him?" another demanded, gripping his weapon tighter.

Allen smirked. "You’re about to find out."

He pointed at the second demon.

"Testicular Torsion."

This time, the sound was wetter—like overripe fruit being crushed underfoot. The demon shrieked, doubling over as dark blood pooled beneath him. He clawed at his abdomen before collapsing beside his comrade.

"Two down," Allen said, his voice calm and detached.

Fina laughed softly, her tail swishing behind her. "That one sounded extra juicy."

The remaining demons snarled, panic beginning to creep into their expressions.

"He’s a caster!" one shouted. "Take him down before he casts again!"

They charged.

Allen didn’t flinch. He simply raised his hand again, this time aiming at two demons at once.

"Testicular Torsion."

The air around them seemed to warp, a faint shimmer of magic twisting reality for a brief moment. Both demons stopped mid-charge, their eyes widening as they felt the spell take hold.

And then...

POP. CRACK.

They screamed as their knees buckled, hands clutching at their crotches in vain. They fell together in a heap, their agony silencing any words they might have spoken.

"Four," Allen said, brushing imaginary dust from his hands.

The last two demons faltered. One looked at his remaining ally, fear etched across his face.

"Is this... is this some kind of dark magic?"

Allen chuckled, his voice low and dangerous. "You could say that."

Rinni stepped forward, her daggers twirling in her hands. "Ooh, ooh, can I finish one? Pleeease?"

Allen waved a hand. "Be my guest."

Rinni grinned and leapt forward, landing squarely on the back of the fifth demon. She drove both daggers into his shoulders, pinning him to the ground like a butterfly on display.

"You wanna hear a secret?" she whispered in his ear.

The demon whimpered.

Rinni giggled. "You don’t have a choice."

She hopped off him just as Allen pointed a finger at the writhing figure.

"Testicular Torsion."

The demon’s body jerked violently as a wet snap echoed through the clearing. He let out a gurgling scream before falling still.

"Five," Allen said, turning to the final demon.

The last one dropped his weapon, falling to his knees with trembling hands raised in surrender.

"Please," he begged. "Mercy!"

Allen’s expression darkened. "Mercy? Did you show mercy to the beastkin you enslaved? To the girls you sold?"

The demon shook his head frantically.

Allen raised his hand.

The demon screamed before the spell was even cast.

"Testicular Torsion."

The sound this time was softer, more deliberate—like a slow, deliberate squeeze. The demon’s scream rose to an unbearable pitch before cutting off abruptly as he collapsed.

The clearing was silent now, save for the crackling of the fires and the faint groans of dying demons.

Rinni sauntered back to Allen, wiping a bit of demon blood from her cheek. "So... what now?"

Allen turned to her, his smirk returning.

"Now? We celebrate."

Fina’s grin widened as she stepped closer, her tail curling possessively around Allen’s leg. "I like the sound of that."

And as the fires burned low, the trio disappeared into the shadows, leaving nothing but death and devastation in their wake.

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