NTR: Stealing wives in Another World

Allen stood there, cock still glistening from the last woman's submission, his breath slow and deep, like a beast savoring the stillness before another hunt. The grand hall smelled of sweat, sex, and incense—the stench of shattered purity lingering in the air. Every lizard priestess and acolyte around him trembled, their scaled bodies slick with sweat and dripping desire. They stared at him as if he were a god incarnate, the man who had conquered their high priestess and turned their sacred temple into a shrine of lust.

The twin-tailed priestess knelt at his feet, her head bowed low, tail tips curling nervously. Her scaled breasts glistened, trembling as she whispered, "Master… will you claim me as well?" Her voice was almost a hiss, submissive yet trembling with desperate hunger.

Allen tilted her chin with one finger, forcing her to look up at him. "You're asking as if you have a choice," he said with a smile that promised both pleasure and punishment. Her breath hitched, and her forked tongue flicked nervously across her lips.

The temple was silent except for the wet squelch of thighs rubbing together and the low whimpers of those who had already been taken. Allen grabbed the twin-tailed priestess by the jaw and yanked her up roughly, making her stumble against his chest. "On the altar," he commanded, his voice echoing like a decree.

She obeyed instantly, crawling up the slick stone where holy offerings once lay. Her tails wrapped around her own thighs as if trying to restrain the shiver coursing through her. Allen followed her slowly, his heavy steps echoing across the chamber like a predator's. Every lizardwoman in the room watched with wide, fevered eyes as he gripped her ankles and yanked her legs open wide, exposing her scaled folds glistening with arousal.

The gasp that left her throat was sharp when he slapped her pussy with the flat of his hand. A wet crack echoed in the hall, and she moaned in shame and need. "Louder," Allen growled, striking her again, making her thighs twitch uncontrollably. She screamed this time, her tails lashing violently as her hips jerked.

"Good girl," he murmured, dragging his fingers along her slit, smearing her juices across her trembling scales. Then he pushed two thick fingers inside her, curling them cruelly as he pumped them in and out with a rhythm that made the altar thud against the stone floor. Schlick-schlick-schlick. Each thrust drew a desperate cry from her throat as her claws dug into the stone like a beast in heat.

The others began to chant softly, their voices rising in a strange, hypnotic hum as they watched. Allen smirked, his fingers plunging deeper, spreading her walls as if preparing her for something far worse. He leaned close, his lips brushing her ear. "You wanted to serve your goddess," he whispered darkly, "but now you'll serve me instead."

With that, he ripped his fingers free and shoved her legs up over her shoulders, forcing her into a position that left her completely vulnerable. His cock loomed above her, thick and veiny, casting a shadow over her trembling form. When the head pressed against her entrance, she sobbed with both fear and longing.

"Say it," Allen ordered, his cock grinding against her folds, teasing the penetration she craved.

"P-please… claim me," she whimpered, tears streaking her scaled cheeks.

The smirk that curved his lips was pure sin as he slammed into her with one brutal thrust. Squelch! Her scream shattered the temple's silence, echoing off the high walls as her body arched violently. He didn't give her time to adjust. His hips crashed against her with savage force, the wet sound of flesh pounding scaled flesh mixing with her cries of ecstasy and agony.

Slap! Slap! Slap! Each thrust was a ruthless declaration of dominance. Her tails thrashed wildly, knocking over offerings, as Allen fucked her deeper than any male of her kind ever could. Her body convulsed under him, scales shimmering with sweat as her voice broke into incoherent pleas.

"Too deep?" Allen mocked, his tone a low growl as he slammed harder, making her claws scrape bloody lines into the altar. "Then take more."

He gripped her throat, squeezing just enough to make her eyes glaze with that intoxicating blend of fear and pleasure. Her tongue lolled as he fucked her mercilessly, hips snapping forward in a rhythm that shook the entire altar. The sound of her wetness was obscene, a slick chorus to the violent symphony of flesh and stone.

The others were losing control. Some were already on their knees, fingering themselves desperately, hissing and moaning as they watched their sister reduced to a screaming, writhing sacrifice. Allen's dominance was a contagion, infecting every scaled body in the temple.

When the twin-tailed priestess shattered around him with a broken scream, Allen didn't slow. Her pussy clamped tight, milking him, but he kept pounding until she went limp beneath him, twitching and sobbing from overstimulation. Only then did he pull out with a wet pop, his cock glistening, throbbing for more.

He turned his gaze on the rest—dozens of lizardwomen, eyes wide, thighs slick, bodies trembling on the edge of madness. Allen smiled darkly and spread his arms as if inviting them to a sermon of sin.

"Who's next?"

The silence lasted half a heartbeat before the entire temple erupted in desperate cries. They surged toward him like worshippers before an altar, clawing and crawling to touch him, to taste him, to be chosen.

Allen's laughter rumbled low in his chest as he grabbed the nearest one by her horns and dragged her forward. The breeding frenzy had begun, and the temple would never be holy again.

The twin-tailed priestess lay broken on the altar, twitching and drooling, her scaled thighs slick with his seed and her body still jerking from the aftershocks of her climax. Her tails hung limp over the side like snapped vines, trembling from exhaustion. Allen stepped back from her quivering form, his cock still hard, still dripping, and the sight of the frenzy around him made his grin sharpen like a blade. Dozens of lizardwomen writhed at his feet, some on their knees with tongues lolling, others clawing at their own thighs as if trying to rip the heat out of themselves. Their chants had dissolved into a chorus of whimpers and feral cries, the temple no longer a place of worship to some distant goddess—it was his now, soaked in lust and submission.

He let them crawl closer, their claws scraping the stone floor as they pressed in, hissing with need. Their scales glistened in the flickering torchlight, bodies slick with sweat, breasts heaving as they fought for the chance to touch him. Allen grabbed one by the back of her head and shoved his cock against her lips, smearing the juices of the last conquest across her mouth. She moaned like an addict, tongue darting out to taste him, and then he forced her to take him deep. Her throat bulged as he buried himself in one savage thrust, making her gag violently. Her eyes rolled back as she choked on his size, drool spilling from her scaled chin and dripping to the floor.

"That's it," Allen growled, his hand fisting in her horns as he face-fucked her with brutal force. Wet, obscene sounds filled the air—gawk-gawk-gawk, schlurk, slop—as her throat spasmed around him. The others watched with glazed hunger, hands between their legs, claws rasping against wet scales as they fingered themselves in desperation. When Allen yanked out, a thick rope of saliva and cum clung to her lips, and she collapsed in a shivering heap, coughing and moaning like a broken thing.

"Next," Allen said, his voice a command, and they scrambled like starving beasts. Two priestesses hurled themselves at his legs, kissing his thighs, licking the sweat from his skin, fighting for his cock as if it were divine. Allen laughed darkly and grabbed them both by the necks, dragging them toward the altar where the twin-tailed whore still twitched in a daze. He slammed the two new ones down side by side, their scaled asses up, tails whipping wildly as they panted into the stone. His hands came down hard on their rumps—SLAP, SLAP—making them yelp and moan like feral creatures.

"You want to serve your god?" Allen growled, spreading one open and spitting on her trembling slit. His spit dribbled down her scales as she whimpered in anticipation. "Then take every inch."

He thrust into her with one brutal stroke, burying his cock to the hilt with a wet, meaty sound that echoed through the temple. The priestess screamed, claws raking the altar as Allen fucked her like a beast, hips slamming into her scaled ass with savage rhythm. The other priestess moaned in envy, pressing her face against the stone, tail twitching in need as Allen's balls smacked against her sister with every thrust. Slap-slap-slap, squelch, squelch. The sound was relentless, a filthy music that drowned out everything else.

When the first one broke, screaming as her juices sprayed down her scaled thighs, Allen pulled out without mercy and slammed into the second, his cock splitting her open as if she were made for him. She howled, body arching violently as he drove into her with brutal dominance, fucking her harder and faster than her mind could comprehend. Her scaled tits smashed against the stone as Allen pounded her, sweat dripping from his jaw onto her slick back. When she came, convulsing under him, Allen snarled and kept going, using her like a toy until her legs gave out and she collapsed twitching beside the other broken priestess.

Allen rose slowly, cock still glistening, veins throbbing as his shadow stretched across the writhing crowd. Dozens more remained—horned priestesses, lean temple guards, soft-bellied acolytes—all panting, moaning, clawing at their own thighs as they begged for him. The temple smelled like heat and sex, heavy and suffocating, but Allen drank it in like air. He grabbed a pair of guards with strong, muscular tails and threw them against a toppled statue, pinning them by their throats as their legs spread wide. One snarled with defiance, hissing like a cornered beast—so Allen shoved his fingers into her pussy so deep her hiss turned into a broken scream. His other hand smacked her partner's cunt until it dripped down her scaled thighs.

"Beg," Allen commanded, his voice a growl that rolled through the chamber like thunder. The two guards, pride shattered under his grip, whimpered for him, their voices cracking as they sobbed for his cock. Allen chose the one with the sharper horns and spun her around, bending her over the base of the statue. He gripped her tail, yanking it like a handle, and rammed his cock into her with brutal force. She screeched, body jerking as Allen fucked her hard enough to make the stone shake. Slap, slap, slap. Her scaled ass rippled with every thrust as he pummeled her, his fingers digging into her tail until she howled like an animal. The other guard knelt, worshiping his balls with her tongue, drool mixing with the sweat running down his legs.

He came in the horned guard with a guttural snarl, filling her so deep she sagged against the statue like a rag doll, cum spilling down her trembling thighs. Allen yanked out and shoved his cock into the other guard's mouth, making her choke on the taste of her partner's defeat as his seed dripped down her tongue.

And still, there were more. Always more. Acolytes crawled on hands and knees, their chants breaking into sobbing moans as they begged for him, clawing at his thighs, licking his feet like desperate slaves. Allen's grin widened as he dragged two more to the floor, forcing one to ride his cock while the other licked at his ass and balls, both of them crying in bliss and degradation. The temple became a pit of wet, slapping sounds and feral screams, the holy place drowning in filth as Allen took them all—priestesses, guards, servants—one after another, until his seed marked every scaled body in sight. They collapsed in heaps around him, twitching and whimpering like broken worshippers after the coming of a god.

By the time the last priestess screamed her voice raw and slumped into the pile of shivering bodies, Allen stood alone in the center, cock still hard, dripping with the evidence of his conquest. The torches burned low, shadows dancing across the ruined temple where offerings lay smashed and the altar gleamed with sweat and cum. The air was thick with the scent of sex, and the silence that followed was almost reverent—broken only by the whimpers of those too weak to move.

Allen looked over the devastation with a slow, satisfied smile. This was his temple now. His faith. His worshippers. And their goddess? She was dead the moment he walked through those doors.

And tomorrow, the world beyond these walls would learn the same truth: there was no god but him.