NTR: Stealing wives in Another World-Chapter 48: Lady Nyra (18+)

Nyra’s chest heaved as she leaned back, the afterglow of her orgasm leaving her temporarily defenseless. But her dominance didn’t falter for long. She reached down, brushing Allen’s cheek almost affectionately before tightening her grip on his jaw.

"Don’t stop," she ordered, her voice a little shakier than she’d like, betraying the effect his tongue had on her. "You’re not done until I say you’re done. Keep licking, human."

Allen’s eyes flickered with a subtle spark of rebellion, but he quickly masked it, leaning forward again as if her command compelled him. He pressed his tongue back against her dripping folds, starting slower this time, his movements deliberate. He flattened his tongue and dragged it from her entrance to her swollen clit, savoring the taste of her arousal.

Nyra’s hips jolted involuntarily, her claws digging into his hair again. "Mmm... yes, like that," she murmured, her voice softening into a needy whimper.

Allen took note of her reactions, experimenting with the pressure and speed of his tongue. When he circled her clit lightly, she let out a breathy moan. When he flicked his tongue rapidly over the sensitive nub, her thighs tightened around his head, and her tail twitched uncontrollably.

His lips latched onto her clit, sucking gently before flicking it with the tip of his tongue. Nyra gasped, her head falling back as her hands gripped the edge of the table she had him restrained on. "You... you’re better at this than I expected," she admitted breathlessly. "Maybe humans aren’t entirely useless." frёewebnoѵēl.com

Her condescension only fueled Allen’s determination. He slid one hand as much as he could within the limits of his restraints, his fingers brushing against her slick entrance. She stiffened, her gaze snapping down to meet his.

"What are you—"

Before she could finish, Allen pushed a single finger inside her, the intrusion met with no resistance from her drenched core. Nyra’s breath hitched, her tail curling tightly around her thigh as her claws scraped against the wooden surface beneath her.

"You dare...!" she began, but the words dissolved into a low, guttural moan as Allen curled his finger upward, brushing against a spot that made her whole body shudder.

He didn’t stop there. Keeping his tongue focused on her clit, he slid a second finger inside her, scissoring them gently to stretch her walls. Her pussy clenched around him, her body betraying her attempts to remain in control.

"Oh... gods," she whispered, her usual composed tone cracking as he began to pump his fingers in and out of her, his movements precise and unrelenting. "How—how do you know... exactly where to—"

Allen’s tongue and fingers worked in perfect tandem, his years of experience guiding his every move. He alternated between flicking and sucking on her clit, his fingers curling inside her with every thrust, hitting that sensitive spot that had her gasping for air.

Nyra’s composure shattered. Her hips bucked wildly against his face and hand, her moans growing louder and less restrained. She muttered curses under her breath, her tail lashing out uncontrollably as her second climax built rapidly.

"Don’t stop," she begged, her voice trembling. "Don’t you dare stop, human!"

Allen obeyed—or at least pretended to. His fingers moved faster, his tongue pressing harder against her swollen clit. Nyra’s breathing became ragged, her moans high-pitched and desperate as her orgasm approached.

When it finally hit, it was like a dam breaking. She screamed, her pussy clenching tightly around his fingers as her juices gushed out, soaking his hand and dripping onto the table. Her whole body convulsed, her claws scratching at the wood as she rode out the waves of pleasure.

Allen didn’t stop immediately, his tongue and fingers slowing but not ceasing entirely. He drew out her orgasm, teasing her oversensitive clit and milking every last spasm from her trembling body.

Nyra collapsed against the table, her chest heaving as she struggled to catch her breath. Her golden eyes, usually sharp and calculating, were glazed with satisfaction and disbelief.

"That... that was..." she trailed off, her voice barely above a whisper. She glanced down at him, her expression a mixture of awe and confusion. "How could a human...?"

Allen said nothing, licking his lips clean of her essence as he withdrew his fingers slowly, watching her shiver at the loss of contact. He remained silent, his face a mask of submission, though his mind was already plotting his next move.

Nyra straightened herself, though her legs were still unsteady. She looked down at him, her gaze lingering on his cock, still hard and twitching from the stimulation of pleasing her. She bit her lip, her earlier disdain warring with the undeniable attraction she now felt.

"You’ve proven... unexpectedly useful," she said finally, her voice regaining some of its haughty edge. "But don’t think for a second that this makes you anything more than my slave. Do you understand?"

Allen nodded, keeping his expression neutral. "Yes, my lady," he said softly, his voice devoid of emotion.

Nyra smirked, clearly pleased with his obedience. "Good. Now... let’s see if that cock of yours is as skilled as your tongue."

She reached for him, her claws grazing his shaft lightly as her smirk widened into something predatory.

Nyra’s hand glided along Allen’s shaft, her grip firm yet tentative, as if she was still testing the weight and girth of his cock. Her sharp nails lightly scraped against his sensitive skin, sending jolts of pleasure up his spine.

"Mmm," she murmured, her voice low and sultry as her golden eyes flicked between his face and his throbbing member. "Perhaps you aren’t as worthless as I thought, human. Still, don’t get any ideas. You’re here to serve me, nothing more."

Allen let out a shaky breath, his body responding to her touch despite his inner defiance. But as her strokes became more confident, her expression started to shift. Her once haughty smirk softened, replaced by something far more vulnerable. Beads of sweat formed on her brow, her breaths growing ragged and uneven as her cheeks flushed a deep crimson.

Her tail flicked behind her, betraying her arousal as she continued stroking him, her movements becoming slower, almost reverent.

"Such... an unusual shape," she muttered, her lips parting as her eyes fixated on his cock. "Foxkin males aren’t nearly this... thick."

Allen decided he’d had enough of playing along. In one swift motion, he reached up and grabbed her wrist, pulling her hand away from his cock. Her startled gasp was music to his ears.

"What—" she began, but her words were cut off as Allen pushed her down onto the table. Her back hit the wood with a thud, and her golden eyes widened in shock.

"Human!" she snapped, her voice trembling with a mixture of anger and something else—anticipation. "How dare you—"

He didn’t give her a chance to finish. He loomed over her, his hands gripping her thighs and spreading them wide. Her undergarments had already been pulled aside, her glistening pussy exposed and still twitching from her earlier orgasms. The sight of her laid bare, her body slick with sweat and her face flushed with desire, was more than enough to drive him wild.

Nyra’s breath hitched as she met his gaze. For the first time, there was a flicker of uncertainty in her eyes, though it was quickly overshadowed by the raw heat pooling between her legs.

"You think you’re in charge here?" Allen said, his voice low and dangerous as he positioned himself at her entrance. He dragged the head of his cock along her slick folds, teasing her clit and eliciting a sharp gasp from her lips. "Maybe it’s time someone showed you how it feels to be used."

Her lips parted, but no words came out. Instead, a shaky moan escaped her as he continued to tease her, his cock sliding against her soaked entrance but never quite entering.

"You’re trembling, Lady Nyra," Allen said, his tone dripping with mockery as he leaned down, his face inches from hers. "What happened to that confidence of yours?"

"I-I..." she stammered, her usual composure crumbling under his touch. Her claws gripped the edges of the table, her body arching toward him instinctively.

Allen smirked. "That’s what I thought."

Without warning, he thrust forward, his cock burying itself inside her in one smooth motion. Nyra cried out, her head falling back as her walls stretched to accommodate him. She was tight—tighter than he’d expected—but her slickness made it easy to slide deeper, filling her completely.

"Ahh—!" Nyra gasped, her body tensing before relaxing against him. Her thighs trembled around his waist, her claws scraping against the table as she tried to steady herself. "S-so... full..."

Allen paused for a moment, savoring the feeling of her warm, wet walls gripping him like a vice. He leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered, "You’re mine now."

Nyra’s response was a breathy moan, her body writhing beneath him as he began to move. He started slow, his thrusts deep and deliberate, making sure she felt every inch of him. Her breaths came in short, ragged gasps, her golden eyes glazed over with pleasure as her earlier resistance melted away.

"F-faster," she whimpered, her voice barely above a whisper.

Allen obliged, his pace quickening as he drove into her with increasing intensity. The table creaked beneath them, the sound of their bodies colliding filling the room. Nyra’s moans grew louder, more desperate, her hands clutching at his shoulders as she surrendered completely.

"You like this, don’t you?" Allen growled, his tone laced with dominance as he watched her unravel beneath him. "Admit it, Nyra. You’re loving every second."

"I... I..." she stuttered, her body arching off the table as another orgasm built rapidly within her. Her tail coiled tightly around his waist, pulling him closer as her walls clenched around his cock.

"Say it," Allen demanded, his thrusts becoming harder, rougher, as he pushed her closer to the edge. "Say you want more."

Nyra’s head thrashed from side to side, her breaths coming in short, shallow gasps. "I... want... more..." she finally managed, her voice trembling with need.

Allen grinned, his victory complete. He drove into her one last time, hitting a spot deep inside her that sent her over the edge. Nyra screamed, her body convulsing as her orgasm ripped through her, her juices gushing around him and soaking the table beneath them.

Allen didn’t stop, riding out her climax as he continued to thrust into her, chasing his own release. When he finally came, it was with a low groan, his cock twitching inside her as he filled her with his seed.

They stayed like that for a moment, their bodies entwined, their breaths mingling as they slowly came down from the high.

Nyra’s eyes fluttered open, her expression a mix of exhaustion and satisfaction. She looked up at Allen, her lips parting as if to speak, but no words came out.

Allen smirked, leaning down to kiss her neck before pulling out of her slowly. "Not so useless now, am I?" he teased, his tone dripping with smugness.

Nyra said nothing, her body still trembling as she lay there, completely spent.