NTR: Stealing wives in Another World-Chapter 125: A promise (18+)

The sky above was bruised with smoke, an angry bruise bleeding across the clouds. The battlefield behind them reeked of scorched magic and ruptured anatomy. Mangled demon corpses twitched in the dirt like meat puppets freshly unstrung.

Allen didn’t look back.

He walked forward through the wreckage, every step deliberate. His coat whipped in the wind. His fists were relaxed now—mission complete—but the power still simmered behind his eyes. The last echoes of his spell whispered through the air like static:

"Testicular Torsion."

Fina padded beside him, her tail swishing with satisfaction, claws still tacky with gore. Her sharp smile said it all: she had thoroughly enjoyed today’s carnage.

Rinni bounced along his other side, flipping one dagger lazily in her hand while the other dangled from a chain at her hip. Her cheeks were flushed from battle, from adrenaline... or maybe from how hot Allen looked when he was pointing at people and magically turning their nuts into smoothie ingredients.

Behind them, Luna bounded happily, her slime body glittering in the flickering firelight. She reformed with every hop, turning vaguely humanoid, then blobbing back down like a living water balloon. Glorp. Splish. Ploop.

She caught up in a bounce, landing with a squishy little splorp behind Allen. Then she threw both gooey arms in the air, made two fists, and mimed twisting something invisible with a satisfied little glrk.

Allen smirked. "You liked that one, huh?"

Luna jiggled a heart shape in her chest, then pantomimed an explosion—both hands spreading wide while her body vibrated with chaotic glee.

Fina glanced back. "She’s definitely becoming a fan of Testicular Torsion."

Rinni snorted. "Who isn’t?"

They crested the low ridge above the mermaid camp, and the scene opened before them like a wound: broken coral huts, half-collapsed tents, blood staining the soft sand, bits of armor and netting scattered like flotsam.

But the girls were still here.

Some beastkin. Mostly mermaids. Wounded. Shellshocked. Clutching each other beneath makeshift shelters or behind overturned baskets of fish. When they spotted the trio—the four of them, counting Luna—the entire camp fell silent.

Dozens of wide eyes tracked their approach.

They’d heard the screams.

The pops.

The horrifyingly specific crack-squish that only happened when a magical force twisted testicles like jar lids and exploded them from the inside out.

Allen walked calmly into the center of the camp, boots crunching on burnt sand. Fina followed like a prowling cat. Rinni kept her eyes sweeping the perimeter, just in case more demons popped out looking for round two. (She hoped they would.)

Luna bounced behind them, her gooey body shimmering with victory jiggles.

A mermaid girl—young, bruised, eyes wide—crawled forward. Her tail was torn and she moved like every inch of her body ached.

"Y-you saved us..." she whispered.

Allen nodded, his voice low. "They won’t come back."

Another girl—Mira—flinched when he stepped closer, but didn’t back away. Her finned hands trembled. "You made them scream. You made them beg."

Allen crouched beside her, his voice soft. "They screamed for every girl they hurt."

Behind him, Luna perked up and mimed a popping gesture with her hands again, eyes twinkling with mischief. Then she made a dramatic gurgle sound and spun in a circle, pretending to faint like a dying demon.

Mira blinked. "...is she always like this?"

Fina chuckled. "That means she’s proud."

Rinni giggled. "Yeah, proud and maybe just a little unhinged."

Luna bowed with flourish—her goo body literally molding into a bowing gesture—then clapped her hands together with wet little slaps.

One of the older mermaids slithered forward. Her expression was harder—less awe, more weariness. "They said they were taking some of us beyond the deep trench. Past the coral cliffs. To something called the Spire."

Allen stood up sharply. "Auction Spire."

Rinni stopped twirling her dagger. "You know it?"

Allen’s face darkened. "Demonic trafficking hub. Underground. Protected. High-ranking nobles shop there like it’s a farmers’ market."

Fina’s claws flexed. "Then we burn it down." freёnovelkiss-com

Rinni cracked her knuckles. "I want to paint the floor with their blood."

Luna made a dramatic sizzling noise and formed her body into the shape of a boiling pot. She mimed something struggling inside, then did a pop! and splashed back into her usual form.

"She says we boil them all," Allen translated dryly.

Mira looked up at them—at the trio of killers, and their adorable slime mascot of death.

"Are... are you demons too?" she whispered.

Allen’s eyes softened. He reached into his coat, pulled out three blackened tags, and dropped them in the sand.

"No," he said. "We’re the reckoning."

He turned to the crowd of beastkin and mermaids, raising his voice now.

"You’re not slaves anymore. You’re not merchandise. You’re not prey."

Fina lifted a claw high. "You’re survivors. Fighters."

Rinni smirked. "And we twist everything that touches you."

Allen clenched a fist in the air.

The wind hushed.

And then he spoke the words again—not at anyone this time, but the weight of them hung like thunder in the air.

"Testicular. Torsion."

Luna squealed in silent joy, vibrating like a living subwoofer, then exploded into sparkles before reforming into a perfect thumbs-up.

The mermaids flinched.

Some smiled.

Some cried.

But all of them felt it now—the shift.

This wasn’t a rescue.

This was reclamation.

Smoke still curled from the tents behind them, rising like a warning to the skies. But forward? Forward was calm. Forward was healing. Forward meant keeping their promise.

The mermaids followed in a slow procession, limping or slithering, supported by beastkin girls and Allen’s crew. Luna led the way now, bouncing gently ahead to scout for danger. Her slime glowed faintly in the darkening forest, a little blue lantern bobbing on the trail.

They reached the clearing just as the sun dipped beneath the trees.

There, nestled in the moss, was the copper tank—still intact, though now slightly dented from where Allen had punted a demon through it earlier. Fina and Rinni had covered it with a tarp during the battle, and the teleportation circle had been re-drawn in chalk and glowing blue mushrooms by Luna earlier in the day.

Rinni skipped ahead, peeled off the tarp, and gave the tank a little pat-pat like a proud mechanic. "Still got juice in it. She’s ready to jump."

Allen glanced over the crowd of weary girls. The mermaids had huddled together at the edge of the circle, unsure.

He approached, his voice calm but firm. "Zuna’s waiting. She made a deal to take you in. You’ll be safe there."

Mira blinked. "But... how do we get there?"

Allen stepped up onto the circle and turned to face them. "Teleportation. We’ve done it before."

Fina stretched beside him, arms over her head, her tight top rising just enough to show the bottom of her breasts. She grinned. "But there’s a cost."

One of the mermaids tilted her head. "Cost?"

Allen smirked, hopping off the edge and landing beside Fina.

"I have to... activate the circle."

A beat.

Then Rinni coughed into her hand, grinning like a cat who just watched the bird fly into the window. "Which means we’re gonna need a lot of space. Like... enough for thrusting."

Fina licked her lips, eyes gleaming. "You gonna use me this time, Allen?"

He turned to her slowly, arms folding around her waist. "Yeah. It’s your turn, kitten."

Her tail twitched excitedly.

Allen pulled her close, one hand sliding over her hip, the other gripping her jaw just enough to make her whimper. "Last time I used Rinni to light this thing up. You remember what that looked like, don’t you?"

Fina shuddered. "She screamed for a minute straight."

Rinni popped up behind them. "Totally worth it."

Fina’s eyes flared golden. "Then do it to me. Use me like you used her."

Allen grinned. "Good girl."

Behind them, the mermaids were turning red, eyes wide, realizing what was about to happen.

Allen guided Fina into the center of the glowing circle, then turned to Rinni.

"Move the tank inside."

"Already on it," she chirped, effortlessly dragging the heavy copper beast into position. Her beastkin strength made the job a breeze. "Luna, come on!"

Luna bounced up, extended a gooey tendril, and helped push. The circle lit up brighter as the tank entered its radius, runes flaring like heated metal.

Allen looked down at Fina, now crouched on her knees, claws digging into the chalk lines. Her back arched, her tail high, her body already trembling with anticipation.

"You ready?" he murmured, crouching behind her.

Fina didn’t answer.

She just growled.

Allen chuckled and leaned in close, lips brushing her ear.

"This time, I’m not holding back. I’m gonna pump so much cum into you, the whole circle’s gonna explode."

Fina moaned. "Do it, Allen."

Allen’s eyes flashed.

And then?

The circle roared to life.

Allen didn’t waste a second—he shoved Fina’s face down into the glowing chalk as he rammed his cock into her dripping, twitching pussy in one brutal, unforgiving thrust.

The air rippled with magic as her back arched and she let out a raw, feral scream, tail flailing like a struck whip. Her walls clamped around him instantly, greedy and slick, milking him like she wanted the magic sucked out of his balls directly into her womb.

The teleportation circle sparked beneath them, reacting to every thrust with pulses of blinding light, and the copper tank vibrated with the buildup.

"Fuck, yes—harder! Mark me with your cock, Allen!" Fina howled, claws tearing trenches into the moss, drool hanging from her open mouth as she slammed her ass back to meet his thrusts.

Each time their hips collided, the runes flared brighter—until arcs of energy started shooting outward like fireworks. The mermaids stared, trembling, as waves of heat and magic washed over them, synced with the brutal, wet clap clap clap of Allen pounding her from behind.

Fina came hard, squirting directly onto the circle with a scream that cracked the air—and in response, the teleportation magic ignited with a violent surge.

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