NTR: Stealing wives in Another World-Chapter 78: Pet (Heavy smut 18+)

One week had passed by a blink of an eye, on the night just before the Rhelgar family arrives Allen said his plans to nyra. fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm

"Send them away," Allen said, voice cool but firm.

Nyra knelt before him, still marked and leaking from the night before, her naked skin flush with a shameful heat. Her hair was tangled, her lips raw. But her eyes—those proud, foxkin eyes—were lowered now. Tamed.

"Every healthy male," he continued. "Out of the village by sunrise. Special hunting mission. No questions."

She swallowed, nodding.

"Yes, Master. It will be done."

——

Next day morning:

The next morning, the foxkin village was quiet.

Too quiet.

All able-bodied men were gone—off chasing "spirit elk" in the eastern woods, oblivious to what their noble elder Nyra was about to become.

The Rhelgar family arrived late, as humans always did—swaggering in with their guards and servants, smelling of perfume and power. They were greeted at the council hall by the five elders: Yoru, Jass, Dael, Fenlo, and Lira. All gray-furred, all ancient, all stoic—especially Yoru, the oldest among them, with a scowl carved deep into his weathered face.

Allen didn’t greet them.

He sent Fina and Rinni.

The two beastkin girls strutted into the hall like chaos made flesh. Fina wore a formal sash and nothing else. Rinni had bells in her hair and a tail that wouldn’t stop wagging.

"You’re not Nyra," Yoru growled.

Fina bowed low, voice smooth as silk. "No, Elder. The pet will be along shortly."

Dael blinked. "The what?"

"Pet," Rinni chirped, barely holding back laughter. "She needed a good brushing first. Leaky holes and all that."

The room stiffened.

Then the doors opened.

And in crawled Nyra.

Completely naked. Her body was a walking obscenity.

Her skin was flushed and sticky, smeared with dried cum and fresh spit. Bite marks painted her shoulders and breasts. Her nipples were swollen, purple from rough use. Between her legs, her pussy gaped wide, drooling thick white seed down the insides of her thighs. Her ass—bright red, welted, trembling—twitched with every movement. And around her neck was a thick black collar, attached to a silver leash held casually in Allen’s hand as he sauntered in behind her.

The nobles gasped.

The council fell into horrified silence.

Nyra didn’t even make eye contact. She panted softly, crawling forward on trembling limbs, each motion jiggling her cum-filled cunt and leaking asshole. The floor darkened beneath her from the mess still oozing out.

"What. Is. This?" Fenlo spat, his voice cracking in disgust.

Allen grinned like a man unveiling his masterpiece.

"This," he said, "is your prodigy. Or rather—was. Now, she’s my cumrag. My fuckpet. And she wanted everyone here to see."

"YOU DEFILER—!" Jass stood, tail bristling. "This is BLASPHEMY! She’s an ELDER OF THE FOX TRIBE."

"Not anymore," Allen said, tugging the leash to make Nyra whimper and lower her face to the floor. "She begged to be stripped of her title. Over and over. Between orgasms."

"She’s ruined!" Dael barked. "Her womb’s leaking down her leg in front of foreign guests!"

"And you’re welcome," Fina said cheerfully, flipping Nyra’s ass cheek to show the bite marks on her inner thigh. "She needed it. She was way too uptight before."

Lira’s hands trembled. She looked at Nyra like she was seeing a corpse. "Nyra, what... what have they done to you...?"

Nyra finally spoke—her voice a hollow, broken moan.

"I-I did this for Master Allen. For our future. My b-body... is his. My cunt is his cock-sleeve. I live to be used."

Yoru actually growled. "This is sick."

"Oh, Elder," Rinni cooed. "You haven’t even seen sick yet."

Allen leaned down over Nyra and yanked her head up by the hair. Her lips parted, tongue lolling, face slick with dried tears and spit.

"Tell them what we did last night," he whispered in her ear.

She shuddered. "M-Master stretched my holes until I screamed. He used my ass like a sleeve and came in me five times. Then Mistress Fina and Rinni spread me open."

Gasps. Outrage. One of the Rhelgar women gagged.

"She licked cum off the floor," Fina added, chuckling darkly. "Told us it tasted better than pride."

"She’s just a walking hole now," Rinni giggled. "Sloppy little fucktoy for my Allen’s cock. And we thought it’d be rude not to share the view."

Allen turned to the stunned, seething council.

"So," he said calmly, "shall we begin negotiations?"

Nyra crawled up to his feet, tongue sliding up his boot. Her body quivered. Her asshole winked open with a quiet drip.

The silence was thunderous.

And then—Yoru slammed his staff against the floor.

"You disgrace this tribe!" he roared. "This is not how we treat our people! Not how we conduct diplomacy!"

Allen only smiled, resting a foot on Nyra’s back.

"No, Elder. This is how I conduct power."

The air cracked with tension.

Yoru’s furious declaration still echoed off the council hall walls when a sudden, sharp schwing rang out.

One of the Rhelgar knights stepped forward, face twisted in rage, silver sword gleaming in the afternoon light. "Enough of this perversion!" he barked. "By order of Lord Garven Rhelgar, I’ll remove this filth myself!"

The blade raised. Every eye followed it—wide, hopeful, gleaming with the fantasy of righteous justice. Even the foxkin elders didn’t protest. For one breathless moment, they all wanted it.

The knight charged.

Allen didn’t move.

Not until the sword was halfway through its arc toward his neck.

Then—he smirked.

Testicular Torsion: Activated.

The knight didn’t even get to scream properly.

He dropped mid-swing like a puppet with its strings cut, howling in a high-pitched, wet-throated screech that curdled blood and silenced the room.

KRK-SPLUTCH.

A sickening internal twist. The knight’s eyes bulged. His knees buckled. His sword clattered harmlessly to the floor as both hands flew between his legs.

"AAAAAAAAGHHHHHHH—MY BALLS—MY FUCKING BALLS!!"

He collapsed fully, writhing like a fish on a hook, vomit spewing across the polished council floor. A dark wet stain spread rapidly between his legs, and a soft pop echoed from beneath his armor.

One testicle had ruptured. The other was trying to escape.

Allen stepped over the convulsing body casually, still holding Nyra’s leash. His expression didn’t change. "Didn’t ask for opinions," he muttered.

Fina’s eyes sparkled. "Holy shit, I love when you do that."

Rinni squatted next to the knight’s twitching form, poking his face. "Yup. That’s a scrambled sack right there. Toasty."

The room was dead silent.

Then—

"You... monster," hissed Lady Rhelgar, eyes wide in horror. "That man served our house for twenty years—"

"He should’ve worn a cup," Allen replied dryly. "Now he’s pissing blood and regrets."

Dael stood up, fist trembling. "You attack our allies in our council hall?!"

Allen raised a hand, cutting him off. "Your former allies," he said. "Unless you’re telling me you’re siding with them—" he jerked his head toward the wailing knight, "—instead of the man who just bent your prized prodigy into a mewling fuckpet."

He yanked Nyra’s leash. She moaned, tongue lolling out, her swollen pussy audibly dripping onto the floor.

Plip. Plip.

Rhelgar’s other guards hesitated. None stepped forward.

"You gonna swing too?" Allen challenged. "Try me. I got enough torsions left for everyone."

Fenlo muttered something under his breath, face pale.

Lira looked like she wanted to vanish.

Fina stepped forward, now dead serious. "You all think you can just sit there and judge us? You’re no better. Let’s talk about the slaves you prepared for this meeting."

A ripple of discomfort spread through the elders. Fenlo looked away. Yoru bristled.

"Yes, slaves," Fina said, her voice rising. "Young beastkin boys and girls you were going to hand over to the Rhelgars like cattle. All for some twisted idea of peace."

Rinni added, "Allen didn’t break your rules. You did. He just showed you what happens when someone finally calls your bluff."

Fenlo muttered something under his breath, face pale.

Lira looked like she wanted to vanish.

Allen gripped Nyra’s hair, pulling her head back so the council could see her blissful, ruined face. "And speaking of your precious rules," he sneered, "Nyra’s not here to apologize. She’s here to show you what forgiveness looks like."

Nyra whimpered, licking her lips. "Pet... Pet offered herself... to Master... so he could forgive..."

Allen smirked. "Exactly. She begged to be mine. To prove she wasn’t like the rest of you."

Her body trembled, cum dripping down her thighs and splattering the polished floor.

"She made her choice," Allen said. "She’s happier now than she’s ever been. Because unlike the rest of you cowards, she knows what loyalty means."

Lady Rhelgar looked disgusted. But she didn’t speak.

Allen met her eyes.

"Still want to talk about diplomacy?"

Silence.

Allen dropped Nyra’s leash. She slumped at his feet like a ragdoll, ass still twitching.

"Good," he said. "Now let’s finish the real negotiations. The foxkin tribe will no longer bow to human law. And Nyra? She’s proof that even your brightest can be rewritten."

He turned, slowly.

"And if anyone else wants to test me..."

He glanced at the knight still whimpering and clutching his ruined crotch, now surrounded by a puddle of piss and blood.

"...Just know I don’t miss."