NTR: Stealing wives in Another World-Chapter 64: Mating press(18+)

Nyra didn’t know how long she’d been lying there, face stuck to the table, drool and pussy juice dripping in shameful symmetry. Her thoughts were fogged over—no, erased. Like someone had wiped her memory with a cloth soaked in cum and humiliation.

She was still panting when she heard Allen move behind her.

Mechanical. Unhurried.

Click. Click. Click.

Just the soft sound of his bare feet on the wooden floor as he rose. No triumphant grin. No mocking words. He simply stood... and aligned.

Nyra barely had time to look back before he grabbed her hips and slammed into her.

"GAAAH—F-FUCK!" she screamed, her entire body lurching forward from the force of it. The table legs groaned under the pressure as her ass rippled from the impact—waves radiating outward like she’d been struck by a lustful thunderbolt.

Allen didn’t speak. Didn’t grunt. Didn’t moan.

He just started pounding her—raw, relentless, robotic—like he’d been given a command and would not stop until the job was complete.

Her legs flailed, her arms scrabbled for purchase, but it was no use. She was pinned, fucked down so deep that every thrust felt like it was rearranging her bones. Her tits bounced with every impact, nipples dragging across the rough tabletop, sending sparks up her spine.

"D-Don’t—fuck, please—give me a second—" she sobbed.

Nope.

Allen adjusted his grip, hands spreading her cheeks wide so he could thrust deeper, smoother, like a piston. The wet slaps echoed through the hut like obscene applause.

CLAPCLAPCLAPCLAPCLAP

"F-Fuckfuckfuck—fuck—FUUUUCK!" she shrieked, another orgasm exploding through her, toes curling as her back arched like she’d been electrocuted.

And still he didn’t stop.

With that blank stare, he continued to fuck her.

He flipped her over like she weighed nothing and hoisted her legs over his shoulders, folding her into a brutal mating press. Her ankles dangled behind her head, her pussy fully exposed, throbbing, glistening, twitching with need and fear and longing.

Then he entered again—and drilled. Into her. Through her. Beyond her.

"OH FUCK—WHAT THE—HOW ARE YOU—"

SLAPSLAPSLAPSLAP

Her ass bounced in sharp, synchronized ripples with every slam of his hips, her eyes rolling back as her mind struggled to stay in the same plane of reality.

He wasn’t just fucking her anymore.

He was reprogramming her.

Every new position was a punishment. A discovery. A curse.

He flipped her onto her side and bent one leg up to her chest, angling into some demonic side-thrust that had his cock grinding against spots she didn’t know existed.

She came. Again.

He bent her backwards off the table, holding her neck and hammering up into her with gravity’s help.

She came. Again.

He put her in a full nelson, her back arched to the sky, and fucked up into her womb like he was trying to sign his name in there.

She screamed—voice cracking, body spasming, drool and tears and cum painting her like the newest exhibit in the "How to Be Owned" museum.

She was done.

Her voice was gone. Her pride was vapor. Her brain? Smooth like a river stone.

Allen slowed... finally.

Still buried deep inside her, still emotionless, still staring through her like she wasn’t a person but a job completed.

Nyra whimpered, twitching under him, her voice slurred and weak.

"I-I can’t... f-feel my spine..."

Allen blinked once. The only words he spoke:

"First round complete."

Then he pulled out.

A gush of cum poured from her pussy like a waterfall from a broken dam, dripping down her ruined thighs and soaking into the wood below.

Nyra lay there, twitching.

A high priestess. A feared warrior. A proud foxkin.

Now?

Just another broken slut in Allen’s growing collection.

Outside the Hut

Rinni jolted upright. "Was that... did something fall?!"

Fina smirked without even looking. "Yeah. Her ego."

Inside the Hut – Round Two Begins

Nyra thought it was over.

She thought the storm had passed.

She thought wrong.

Allen stood over her limp, trembling body, his head tilted slightly as if calculating. Something about the tilt of his posture... the eerie way his cock, still slick with cum and juices, hung heavy and unyielding, sent a new wave of panic through her shattered mind.

Her tail twitched weakly as her chest heaved, trying to catch up with her heart, which was thundering in her ears.

"I-I can’t..." she whimpered. "I’m... done. Please. I’m done."

Allen didn’t respond.

Instead, his hands flexed at his sides, and suddenly, the air around him seemed to shift. Like a silent hum resonated through the hut. His body shuddered, a strange, alien glow flickering over his skin for a brief moment before settling again.

And then it happened.

Nyra’s eyes widened as she saw his cock start to change.

It swelled before her very eyes—thicker, darker, the veins bulging grotesquely as the shaft twisted into something otherworldly. His tip flared out like the head of a club, ridged and knotted in ways no mortal cock had a right to be. And at the base, jagged, fleshy bumps appeared, each one promising to stretch, scrape, and ruin anything they touched.

"No. No, no, no—no!" Nyra sobbed, trying to crawl away, but her legs were jelly, her body useless. "That—that’s not a cock! That’s a weapon!"

Allen stepped forward, silent and emotionless as ever, his shadow falling over her quivering form.

She whimpered, shaking her head, but the scent of him—primal, overpowering, inescapable—already had her soaked again. Her pussy betrayed her, clenching and dripping in anticipation, even as her mind screamed in protest.

Allen reached down, gripping her by the hips and hauling her into the air as if she weighed nothing. Her legs dangled uselessly as he positioned her, holding her like a doll.

And then he thrust.

SLAM!

"AAAAAAAAHHHHH!" Nyra screamed, her back arching violently as his new, monstrous cock speared into her. The ridges scraped against her walls, dragging a scream of both pleasure and agony from her lips. The sheer stretch of it made her see stars, her vision blurring as she gasped for air.

"F-Fuck, oh gods—it’s too big!" she sobbed, clawing at his shoulders, but he didn’t stop. Didn’t slow.

Allen’s grip tightened, his hands like steel as he hoisted her higher and began to use her. Up and down, up and down—slamming her onto his cock with brutal efficiency.

Her ass cheeks rippled with every impact, the sound of their flesh colliding echoing like thunder in the small hut. The jagged bumps at the base of his cock ground against her entrance with every thrust, sending electric jolts up her spine and into her brain.

"Fuuuuuuck, fuckfuckfuck—you’re gonna break me!" Nyra cried, tears streaming down her cheeks as another orgasm ripped through her. Her body convulsed violently, her pussy clamping around him like a vice—but it wasn’t enough.

Nothing could stop him now.

He flipped her mid-thrust, bending her over the table and slamming back in from behind. His ogre cock filled her to the brim, stretching her in ways that should’ve been impossible.

"Too deep, too deep—oh gods, it’s in my stomach!" Nyra wailed, her hands clawing at the table as her knees buckled. But Allen held her steady, one hand on her hip and the other on the small of her back, forcing her to take every inch.

And he wasn’t done.

Outside the Hut

Fina’s ears twitched at the new round of screams, her smirk widening.

"Round two," she said casually, popping a berry into her mouth.

Rinni stared at the door, horrified. "What the hell is he doing to her?!"

Fina laughed. "Oh, bunny... if you think those screams are bad now, wait until he make her inside out."

Rinni’s eyes widened, her cheeks burning. "H-He can... do that?!"

"Not yet," Fina said with a wink. "But give him time."