NTR: Stealing wives in Another World

The cavern pulsed with a dim, throbbing glow as if the walls themselves were alive—breathing, shivering with hunger. The sound of dripping moisture echoed faintly, mingling with the chorus of wet, obscene slaps that still lingered in the thick air. The musk was unbearable, a pungent cocktail of sweat, venom, and nectar that made every breath feel like an aphrodisiac dragged straight into the lungs.

He hung there—bound, wrapped, helpless. His body was no longer his own. The silken cocoon clung to his skin like a second flesh, warm and moist from the heat of his sweat and their saliva. Only his cock and face remained uncovered, cruelly exposed, because that was all they needed of him now. His shaft stood rigid in the cold air, gleaming with the residue of their previous use, pulsing like a living vein. It twitched with every movement, begging—no, screaming—for relief he would never truly get.

The matriarch descended from above with liquid grace, her massive body gliding on threads that shone faintly in the glow. Her eight eyes glimmered like drops of obsidian, her lips curling into a smile that dripped hunger. She caressed his chin with a talon, sharp enough to nick his skin, and when he hissed through his teeth, she cooed as though comforting a frightened lover.

"Shh… such sweet little sounds," she purred, her breath venom-sweet, thick with a drugging musk that made his mind reel. "Your struggles make the silk tighten… and I do so love when my toys can't move."

The threads around his limbs responded, constricting with a sinuous shiver, digging deep into his flesh until his circulation throbbed painfully. He whimpered despite himself—he couldn't stop the noise, couldn't hold it back—and her grin widened, delighted. She leaned close and licked his jaw, her tongue long, rough like a predator savoring prey.

A chorus of clicks and giggles sounded above and around him. The brood was gathering again. One by one, they descended on their silken ropes, pale bodies glistening with venom-sweat, their breasts swelling, their dripping folds shining like glazed fruit in the glow. The air filled with the scent of them—feral, ripe, unholy. They crawled toward him, some upside down, some crawling along the threads like dancers in an obscene ballet. Their moans were low and hungry, the kind of sound that bypasses the ears and sinks straight into the cock.

The first one to reach him didn't waste a second. She gripped his chin and forced his mouth open, spitting a wad of hot venom-saliva into it. He gagged, coughed, choked—but the venom melted like molten honey over his tongue, searing through his throat, flooding his veins with fire. His cock jerked violently against the threads, spraying a thin spurt of precum that oozed down the shaft like nectar.

They laughed at that—soft, cruel laughter—and the next was already sliding down his chest, her breasts smearing slick across his skin as she positioned herself over his cock. Without hesitation, she impaled herself, her molten heat swallowing him whole with a wet, obscene squelch that echoed in the cavern. He cried out, head jerking back, and the matriarch silenced him with her mouth—fangs grazing his lips as her tongue plunged deep, feeding him more venom until the world spun.

He couldn't think anymore. His body wasn't his—it was theirs. They rode him in shifts, in waves, their hips slamming down with juicy, lewd slaps that rang like drumbeats in the nest's humid air. Every time one finished—collapsing in a trembling heap, leaking his seed—they dragged her off and another took her place, slick and aching for him. There was no pause, no mercy, no moment to breathe. His cock was an altar now, worshiped through flesh and heat and the endless flood of venom that turned his veins to fire.

"Still hard," one hissed in delight, her nails scraping his thighs until they bled. She lapped the blood up, purring, then smeared her slick cunt over the wound before sinking onto him with a groan.

"Breed us," another moaned, grinding her clit against his abs as she leaned forward to lick the tears off his cheeks. "You're ours. Ours forever."

The matriarch loomed above them all, watching with her eight glittering eyes, her tongue curling around his ear like a serpent. "When they finish," she whispered, voice dripping venom and lust, "I will have you last. I will drink you dry… until your soul sticks to my threads."

He tried to answer, to beg, but the words drowned in another forced kiss, venom flooding his throat again. His cock convulsed inside the spider-girl riding him now, spraying a torrent of cum that gushed out around the base, dripping onto the silken floor in thick, obscene ropes. But there was no relief—venom made sure of that. Even as he emptied, the ache grew, swelling, throbbing, demanding more. His orgasm was an agony, a punishment, a furnace that never cooled.

More descended. Dozens. They stroked him, milked him, clawed him, kissed him until his lips were raw and bleeding. They rubbed their dripping cunts along his chest, his neck, his face, leaving him drenched in their slick, their scent marking him as theirs. His vision blurred, his thoughts broke apart, and still they rode him, faster, harder, their voices rising in a symphony of wet smacks, guttural moans, and sharp, clicking laughter.

Somewhere above, the threads creaked as more silk wrapped around him—thicker, tighter, sealing him deeper into the nest. Soon, even his cock would vanish into the cocoon, and when it did, he knew—he felt—they wouldn't stop. They would keep him alive, keep him hard, a permanent breeding post for their brood. His world would shrink to heat, wetness, and the endless, choking taste of venom on his tongue.

And in the last shred of his mind that still belonged to him, he realized something terrible. He didn't want it to stop.

The matriarch's laughter rolled over him, rich and low, as she whispered the final promise in his ear:

"You will never leave this nest, little toy. You will never know an empty cock again."

And then the silk closed in, and the world turned white with pleasure and pain.

Allen didn't waste a heartbeat after tasting Tela's surrender. Her lips trembled from the aftershock of his kiss, her body pressed against him as though every inch of her shell-backed frame craved the heat of his flesh. His hands slid lower, finding the curve of her thighs beneath the water, dragging her closer until her breathy gasp melted into a soft moan that rippled through the steam.

The hot spring clung to her skin like liquid silk, highlighting every glistening contour. Allen pulled back just enough to study her face—those wide eyes, still tinted with disbelief, pupils blown out from lust and fear mingling in a sinful cocktail. She tried to say something—maybe another protest about not being beautiful—but his fingers were already curling along the tender lips of her sex beneath the surface. The sudden jolt that ran through her spine made her choke on her words, head tipping back with a strangled whimper that sounded far too sweet.

Allen's voice dropped, dark and husky, brushing against her ear as his fingers teased her entrance. "You were saying something, Tela? Something about being… unworthy?" He drew out the word like venom, circling her clit in slow, lazy strokes that betrayed the feral hunger boiling in his chest.

"I—I… Allen, I can't—ahh!" Her sentence broke apart into a sharp cry as he slid two fingers inside her, knuckles disappearing into the molten heat of her cunt. The sound that followed was obscene—water sloshing softly, mingled with the wet squelch of her walls greedily hugging his digits. "Oh f-fuck, that's—ahhh!"

He grinned against her neck, teeth grazing her sensitive skin before biting down just enough to make her hips jerk. Every tiny movement from her, every shaky breath, fueled the storm inside him. Allen pumped his fingers deeper, curling them in a brutal rhythm that made her cry out louder, the hot spring echoing with every shameless moan.

Behind them, Fina and Rinni hadn't stayed idle. The other two turtle girls—Kari and Luma—were kneeling at the spring's edge, stripped bare and shivering as the foxkin duo dragged them into their own web of torment. Fina had Kari by the chin, forcing her to watch Allen finger Tela senseless, while Rinni's sharp nails traced lazy circles over Luma's stiffened nipples. "You see that?" Fina purred into Kari's ear, voice dripping with cruelty. "That's what it looks like when someone stops being a stuck-up little prude and starts begging like a proper slut."

Tela's moans hitched, her nails clawing at Allen's shoulders as he plunged a third finger inside her dripping hole, stretching her wide. The lewd squelch echoed with every thrust, the water turning cloudy around their bodies. "Allen! Allen, please, it's too—ahhh, it's too much!" Her words trembled like fragile glass, but her hips betrayed her, grinding down desperately to take him deeper.

"Too much?" He chuckled darkly, pulling his fingers free only to smear her slickness across her belly before gripping her waist and flipping her against the stone ledge of the spring. Her gasp was swallowed by the sound of water splashing violently as Allen pressed her forward, ass arching up from the surface like an offering. He didn't give her time to think—didn't even let her protest—before his cock slid free from his pants, thick and veiny, standing proud with veins pulsing under the steam. Tela turned her head, eyes widening in sheer horror at the size of him, lips parting like she'd just seen a mythical beast.

"Wh-what… that—Allen, that's not—how does that even fit—?!"

"It doesn't," he growled, lining the swollen head against her soaked slit, dragging it up and down just to hear her squeal. "But you're gonna make it, Tela. You're gonna stretch every damn inch."

And with that, he shoved forward, splitting her open on the first brutal thrust. Tela's scream tore through the air, her hands clawing at the slippery stone as Allen buried himself halfway in one thrust, the obscene squelch echoing like music to his ears. Her walls clamped down in panic and pleasure, milking him greedily as he gritted his teeth and slammed in the rest of the way. "Fuuuck, you're tight," he snarled, hips grinding as her shell creaked from the force.

Tela's cries turned into broken sobs of bliss, her voice hitching every time his cock punched deeper. "A-Allen—I can't—it's splitting me—oh gods, oh gods!" Her legs kicked helplessly, water splashing everywhere as Allen set a merciless rhythm, hips slapping against her ass with wet, brutal smacks that sent shockwaves through the spring.

"Take it, Tela," he growled, one hand fisting her hair to yank her head back so he could lick the tears from her cheek. "Take every inch like the perfect little breeding whore you are."

Behind them, Kari whimpered as Fina gripped her jaw harder, forcing her to keep watching while Allen's cock pistoned in and out of Tela with a pace that could break stone. Rinni had Luma bent backward over her lap, tongue circling one stiff nipple while her fingers plunged into the girl's dripping cunt with relentless speed. The air stank of sex now—heavy, musky, sinful.

Allen didn't slow. If anything, he drove harder, rutting into Tela like a beast, the water frothing white around their bodies. Her cries were shattered things now, gasping moans tangled with raw sobs, her back arching with every brutal thrust. His balls slapped against her clit again and again, sending lightning down her spine until her voice broke into a keening wail of surrender.

And then—he leaned close, lips brushing her ear, voice low and cruel. "Where do you want me to cum, Tela?"

She sobbed, clinging to the rock like a lifeline. "Outside! Please, Allen, outside! Don't—don't cum in me, I can't—!"

He smiled against her neck, a savage grin full of dark promise. "Wrong answer."

With a roar, he slammed into her one final time, burying himself to the hilt as his cock erupted deep inside her womb. Hot, thick ropes of cum flooded her core, spilling out around his shaft in milky torrents as her scream split the night air. Her entire body convulsed, cunt clenching in violent spasms that milked him dry while tears streaked her face. Cum bubbled out around his cock, dripping down her thighs into the steaming water below.

Allen held her there, impaled and trembling, whispering filth into her ear as she broke apart on his cock. "You're mine now, Tela. Every drop inside you is proof. You were made to take me."

Behind them, Kari and Luma could only stare in horror and aching heat, their bodies quivering as Fina and Rinni grinned at each other like wolves circling fresh meat. And Allen… Allen wasn't finished yet.

He pulled out slowly, cum cascading from Tela's ruined pussy like a waterfall, and turned his gaze to the other two turtle girls. His cock was still rock-hard, glistening with her juices and his seed. He crooked a finger at them with a dark smirk. "Your turn."