NTR: Stealing wives in Another World-Chapter 58: Loyal wife 1 (18+)

Veyna’s lips stretched slowly around the tip of Allen’s cock. Her mouth was trembling, her breath hitched through her nose in tiny gasps as the thickness slid deeper across her tongue.

He groaned low, one hand fisting in her hair, but not forcing—just guiding. Letting her choose to swallow her own downfall.

"Mmh... fuck, that’s it," Allen muttered, hips barely rocking. "Just like that, Veyna... look at you, already sucking cock better than half the brothel girls." free𝑤ebnovel.com

She whimpered. Not in protest.

She moaned around his shaft.

And that moan? It bubbled in her throat and rolled through her whole body like a second orgasm she hadn’t even earned yet.

Behind her, Fina was nibbling her shoulder, hands sliding under the robe and teasing her slick, flushed pussy. "She’s melting," Fina whispered, licking at the soft fur of Veyna’s neck. "Dripping like a bitch in heat. You love the way he tastes, don’t you?"

Veyna shook her head—but didn’t stop sucking.

She couldn’t.

She moaned louder instead.

Fina just giggled and slid two fingers inside her with a wet squelch. "That’s what I thought."

Meanwhile... deep in the forest.

The night air was cool, moonlight slipping through the canopy as the foxkin hunting party trudged back toward camp. They’d been gone three days—tracking deer, setting traps, sleeping under leaves and stars.

Kael, Veyna’s husband, walked near the front with a satchel full of dried game and rabbit skins.

"Gods above, I’m looking forward to being home," he said with a chuckle, brushing dust off his cloak. "Veyna’ll be waitin’ up. She always does."

One of the other hunters stretched with a groan. "It’s past midnight, Kael. She’s either asleep or mad."

Kael laughed. "Not my girl. She’s sweet. Patient. Quiet as the moon. Probably has stew on the fire and tea ready."

An older hunter snorted. "After three days? She’s probably lonely and pissed off."

"Nah," Kael replied, beaming. "She’s not like that. Veyna’s loyal. She wouldn’t even talk to another man if I wasn’t around."

Back at the hut...

Allen’s cock was halfway down Veyna’s throat now, her eyes glazed over with tears and lust, her cheeks streaked with spit. She gagged—but she didn’t stop. She kept swallowing, her jaw working on instinct, her hands gripping his thighs like she was afraid he’d leave if she let go.

Fina had her fingers buried in Veyna’s soaking cunt, pumping with steady rhythm, her other hand tugging the foxgirl’s robe all the way off.

"She’s such a good little slut now," Fina cooed. "Three nights without cock—bet she was losing her mind. All alone, soaking her sheets, pretending her fingers were enough..."

Allen smirked, brushing hair from Veyna’s dazed face. "And now she’s here. Throat full. Cunt dripping. Just needed the right cock to bring it out of her."

Veyna moaned—vibrating around him.

Loud.

Desperate.

Allen slid deeper.

And this time, she didn’t gag.

She took it. Swallowed around it. Begged with her eyes for more.

Fina leaned in close, whispering filth into her ear. "You gonna kiss your husband with that mouth when he gets back?"

Veyna whimpered pathetically—but didn’t stop sucking.

And Allen?

He just grinned.

"Don’t worry," he said. "By the time he gets home... she won’t even remember what his cock tastes like."

Veyna’s throat flexed as Allen’s cock twitched deep inside. She gagged, once—then swallowed hard as his tip erupted.

Thick, hot ropes of cum splashed the back of her throat, coating her tongue, her tonsils—every damn inch she could taste.

She moaned.

Long and low.

Allen groaned above her, holding her face in place with both hands, hips jerking slightly as he emptied every last drop into her mouth. "Take it," he growled. "Swallow it all like the cock-hungry slut you are."

She did.

Not a drop escaped.

But something else did escape—from between her legs.

With Fina still working her fingers inside that soaked, twitching fox-pussy, Veyna’s body finally gave up. Her knees buckled, her hips jerked, and she came hard—spraying slick girl-cum onto Fina’s wrist and the furs beneath her in hot, messy gushes.

She didn’t stop sucking.

Didn’t stop swallowing.

Didn’t stop moaning.

Meanwhile... not far from the edge of the village.

Kael’s laugh echoed through the trees.

"I swear," he said, smiling wide, "I don’t know how I got so lucky. Veyna’s... she’s just good. Y’know? Honest. Sweet. Never even raises her voice."

One of the hunters clapped him on the back. "You talk about her like she’s a goddess."

"She might as well be," Kael said proudly. "Even if I came home after ten days smelling like piss and swamp mud, she’d still kiss me on the cheek and ask how the hunt went. She’s not like the other village girls—doesn’t gossip, doesn’t flirt."

"Real keeper," another added. "Bet she’s got dinner ready and candles lit."

Kael chuckled. "Wouldn’t surprise me. She probably hasn’t even left the hut since I left."

Back in the hut...

Veyna collapsed forward as Allen finally slid free from her mouth with a wet, gluck-pop.

A long, sticky strand of cum clung to her lips before Fina leaned in and licked it up, purring into her cheek. "Mmm. Tastes like shame and victory."

Veyna panted hard, eyes unfocused, Allen’s load still warm in her belly. Her cunt was throbbing, still spasming around nothing as Fina pulled her fingers free with a final schlurp.

"Good girl," Allen murmured, stroking her ears lazily. "Swallowed it all. You’re such a proper little wife."

Veyna whimpered—but didn’t speak.

She couldn’t.

She was drenched, trembling, legs spread wide, a puddle of slick under her. Allen’s cum still clung to her throat. Her insides felt molten. Her brain felt rewired.

She was falling.

And she knew it.

Veyna was still on her knees, panting softly, cheeks flushed and shiny with spit. Allen’s cock rested heavy on her tongue again, twitching slightly, already hardening back up.

Fina crouched beside her, grinning like a wolf who just caught a rabbit mid-squeal.

"You know," Fina purred, dragging her fingers through the cum-slick fur between Veyna’s thighs, "I gotta ask, sweet little married slut... how was your sex life with your husband?"

Allen chuckled darkly, running a thumb along Veyna’s jaw. "Yeah. Was he any good? Or were you just pretending not to be bored while he pumped you like a sleepy badger?"

Veyna’s eyes widened. She tried to speak—but Allen’s cock was still stuffed past her lips, heavy on her tongue.

"Mmh–mmhh!" she gurgled, shaking her head, trying to lift off him.

"Oh? What’s that?" Fina teased. "You want to answer?"

She let Veyna pull back just a few inches—just enough for her to mumble, drooling down her chin:

"I-it was... it was satisfying, o-okay?! I–I’m not—! H-he was good to me—"

Fina’s eyes narrowed.

"Oh, was he?"

And then—slam.

Fina grabbed Veyna’s ears and shoved her head back down, Allen’s cock plunging deep into her throat with a slick, gagged glckkk.

"Bitch," Fina growled. "Whore. Who the fuck told you to take his cock out of your mouth?"

Veyna choked—then moaned. Her throat worked instinctively, swallowing around Allen’s shaft while her eyes rolled back.

"You don’t get to lie with your mouth empty," Fina hissed, fingers digging into her scalp. "Now be a good little fuckpet and speak with your tongue wrapped around the cock you really crave."

Allen grinned, stroking her head, his voice like honeyed venom. "That’s right. Tell us again how ’satisfying’ your husband was. Go on. Mumble it around my cock."

"Mmhghhh—glrrkk—nnghh!"

The words were there—but they came out as broken moans and wet, garbled nonsense. Her eyes were pleading, her body surrendering.

And her pussy?

Still leaking. Still needy. Still twitching.

"Look at her," Allen murmured. "Can’t even lie properly with a mouth full of truth."

Fina giggled and slapped Veyna’s ass, watching the jiggle. "We should send her husband a thank-you basket. His loyal little housewife is gonna be our cum bucket by the time he gets back."

Veyna moaned again—shame, lust, confusion—all of it melting together in one sticky, sloppy, fucked-out mess.