NTR: Stealing wives in Another World-Chapter 129: Abyss cradle

The waters curled around Allen’s skin like the breath of a lover—warm, silken, unnaturally gentle. Lunari’s slender hands moved over his chest, reverent and slow. Her silver eyes studied him with strange hunger, and her gills fluttered softly in rhythm with her excitement.

"You are not yet woven into the deep," she whispered, her lips brushing his ear. "But you must be. Else, the Cradle shall devour you."

Allen arched a brow. "Okay. Cool. That sounds like a horror movie line. Got any less spooky phrasing?"

Lunari tilted her head, not understanding. Then she gave a soft, musical giggle and turned, gliding through the canal waters with the grace of a falling feather. From a coral shelf near the hut’s edge, she retrieved something glowing—round and shimmering like a pearl, yet faintly pulsing with blue light. Its surface was not hard, but fluid—like it breathed.

She floated back to him, holding the orb between elegant fingers.

"This is a Siren’s Heart," she said. "A gift of breath. Swallow it, and the sea shall not close its jaws around you."

Allen peered at it. "So let me get this straight... you want me to swallow your magic sea-pill and trust it won’t turn me into a fish or a hallucinating lunatic."

Lunari blinked, clearly not understanding his words.

Fina, lounging nearby with her toes skimming the water, narrowed her eyes. "Ask what lives within it. If it’s poison, I’ll gut her where she floats."

"It is not poison," Lunari said coolly, tail flicking behind her. "It is desire—distilled by the ocean herself. We were born of that desire. This... is our cradle-song."

Allen shrugged. "Welp. You only live once."

Fina opened her mouth to protest— "Allen, you idiot, don’t just—!"

But it was too late. Allen tossed the glowing orb into his mouth and swallowed.

At once, the world bent.

Not violently—more like silk being drawn from his eyes. The light in the hut deepened to an emerald glow, and every ripple of water shone with hidden color. Lunari’s figure began to shift—faint glowing tattoos flaring across her hips and thighs like drifting constellations. The soft lines pulsed, as though alive with her breath.

Allen’s lungs no longer strained. He inhaled. It felt like he was breathing light.

"...Okay. That’s trippy."

Lunari’s voice did not come from her mouth this time, but slid into his mind like silk dipped in honey.

"Now, you hear as we do. Now, the veil has been lifted."

Allen blinked. "Ohhh snap. Telepathy! I always wanted to be Charles Xavier."

Fina scowled. "He’s speaking nonsense again."

Zuna’s voice called from the rear of the hut, raspy and firm. "The tide begins to turn. He must go. The Cradle sleeps still—but it shall stir soon."

Lunari looked to the canal mouth, her expression darkening. "It grows louder. The empty songs echo across the reef."

With a flick of her wrist, the waters stirred. The canal widened before them, sloping down like a mouth opening in the earth. Glowing veins of coral and crystal lit the way into a tunnel beneath the sea.

Allen turned to Fina and gave her a cheeky grin. "Tell Rinni I love her. And if this turns into some cursed artifact nonsense, tell her I became a sexy dolphin with abs."

Fina looked like she wanted to throw a stone at his head.

"Just come back, you stupid man."

Allen leaned forward and kissed her forehead, then let Lunari guide him into the depths.

The descent was slow. Beautiful. The tunnel walls flickered with bioluminescent shimmer, fish gliding by like living lace. Then the tunnel gave way to open water—and Allen’s breath caught.

A kingdom lay beneath him.

Gardens of coral larger than houses. Ruined statues half-buried in shifting sands. Swarms of strange fish with glowing fins danced through sunken arches. But deeper still...

Darkness.

Not empty. Alive. Watching.

Lunari swam ahead, her body glowing with silent light. Her thoughts pressed gently into Allen’s.

"The Abyss Cradle was a sacred place once. A place of birthing—where the First Tides gathered. Now, it is broken. Its voice is twisted."

Allen squinted. Shapes were forming below. Vast ones. A spiraling pit, like a god’s fingerprint gouged into the sea floor. Great stone rings encircled it, carved with forgotten script. At the very heart... a black orb, suspended in the waters. Still. Breathing.

"Well that’s not ominous at all," Allen muttered.

Lunari slowed beside him. "The Cradle called. Our young swam close. None returned. Its voice pulls."

Allen hovered near the edge of the spiral, heart hammering. "So... what do I do? Touch it? Whisper sweet nothings? Cast a fireball and hope for the best?"

Lunari’s lips curled faintly. She did not understand his words—but she felt his intent.

"You must know what it seeks. And why it calls to you."

Allen turned, staring down into the abyss.

"To me?"

"Your spirit rings with rupture. You carry change. It hears you."

He floated closer. The water throbbed softly. He heard them now—faint songs, backwards lullabies, voices without tongues. They whispered to him. They welcomed him.

Then, without warning, pain.

A flash in his skull—like a claw scraping his brain.

And then a voice.

"OPEN."

Allen jerked back, clutching his head.

Lunari seized him, her markings glowing like fire through water.

"Not yet. Not yet—"

The orb dimmed.

The pressure faded.

Lunari held him as his heart thudded in his chest.

"It... talked to me," Allen muttered, blinking.

"You are marked," she said. "Its eye has turned to you."

They drifted in silence back toward the hut.

They lingered in the shadows of the deep, the Abyss Cradle pulsing faintly beneath them like a slumbering heart. Allen floated beside Lunari in the cool hush of the water, their bodies haloed by drifting light. He let out a long, slow breath that bubbled toward the surface, eyes locked on the vast black orb far below.

"...Guess I’ve got a date with an ancient sea god’s evil egg sac," he muttered.

Lunari turned to him, brows furrowed. "I do not know these words."

He smirked. "Good. Probably for the best."

The silence pressed in again, but this time, it wasn’t empty. It was watching.

Waiting.

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