NTR: Stealing wives in Another World-Chapter 45: Unique interrogation (18+)

Outside the hut...

The guards were sweating.

Not from heat. Not from duty.

From the beastkin rage hurricane howling inside.

"LET! ME! OUT!" Fina was kicking the door hard enough to rattle the hinges, her claws scraping divots into the frame. "I WILL BURN THIS VILLAGE TO THE GROUND IF HE’S HURT!"

Rinni was curled in the corner, gripping a rolled-up blanket like it owed her money. "Allen wouldn’t leave without saying goodbye! Or without a goodbye dick! This is a crime! A SEX CRIME!"

The older guard swallowed nervously. "Maybe we should... tell someone."

The younger one was already backing away. "I—I didn’t sign up for this."

Inside the hut, Fina let out a primal growl. "When I get out of here, I’m using my claws as stirrups and hunting down every smug fox bastard in this godsdamn camp—starting with whoever took my man."

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Meanwhile... deep below the ceremonial hall...

Allen leaned lazily against the cool stone wall, his arms still chained above him, but his smirk fully intact.

That smirk widened when the door creaked open and a new figure stepped in—a foxkin girl, probably barely past eighteen, with plush lips, soft silver fur, and an outfit that could’ve passed for transparent if the lighting were better. She moved with a dancer’s grace, the soft jingling of her jewelry barely masking her footsteps.

Allen raised an eyebrow. "Oh boy. A sexy stranger. Let me guess—you’re the emotional support fox?"

The girl smiled shyly. "The elder thought you might appreciate some... comfort."

Allen cocked his head, mock-suspicious. "Comfort. Is that what we’re calling it now?"

She knelt in front of him, her voice a soft purr. "You must be tired. Confused. I just want to help..."

She reached into the sash at her hip and pulled out a tiny velvet pouch, tossing it gently into the corner—its contents already faintly releasing a sweet, floral scent into the air. She said nothing about it, and Allen didn’t question it, too distracted by her soft hands drifting across his abs. novelbuddy.cσ๓

"You’re... really warm," she murmured, sliding her fingers lower. "And strong..."

"Oh, I’m so much worse than strong," Allen said with a grin. "I’m incorrigible."

Her hand reached his waistband.

Then slipped beneath it.

Then froze.

Her eyes widened. "O-oh..."

Allen smirked wider. "Yeah. Not bad for a ’prisoner,’ huh?"

She gulped, clearly caught off guard by the sheer size of what she was holding.

And then, with a flicker of daring, she leaned forward... and slowly wrapped her lips around the tip.

Allen whistled. "Damn. Didn’t even need to roll persuasion."

She flushed but didn’t stop. Her lips closed tighter around him, tongue circling the tip as her hands stroked gently at the base, still stunned at how much she was handling. The sweet scent of the herb filled the air—subtle, warm, calming. Allen didn’t think twice.

"Ohhh gods," he groaned, hips giving a tiny twitch. "If this is the interrogation, I might have to confess something."

The fox girl moaned softly around his cock, clearly trying to please. But Allen, ever the chaos gremlin, was already grinning like he had three aces and a loaded dice set.

"You’re doing great, sweetheart," he drawled. "Just a little more tongue—and watch the teeth, unless you’re into biting games."

She whimpered something muffled, bobbing her head just a bit deeper, clearly trying to impress him. Allen tilted his head back against the stone wall, pretending to groan like a man overcome—when in truth, he was absolutely loving the power play.

"Godsdamn," he chuckled. "If I knew prison came with this kind of service, I’d have broken more laws."

The scent from the pouch continued to fill the air—sweet and subtle. And Allen’s thoughts began to drift just a little. Not enough to notice, not yet. But his usual sharp edge was starting to blur...

Still, he was too focused on the soft lips wrapped around him, the warmth of her mouth, and the way her ears twitched nervously every time he groaned.

"Oh, you’re gonna be fun," he muttered, voice low, dark, and thrilled.

The fox girl’s lips parted in a trembling moan as she pulled her mouth off Allen’s cock, her eyes glazed with a mix of lust and daring. Her breathing was uneven, her hands sliding up his chest as she straddled his lap.

"You’re... b-bigger than I imagined," she murmured, voice breathy and almost innocent.

Allen’s smirk faltered slightly as the faint, sweet scent in the air seemed to thicken. His head felt lighter, and his body, usually coiled with tension, seemed to sink into an unfamiliar haze of warmth.

"I get that a lot," he said, his voice low, though the usual sharpness had softened.

Her hands guided him, her plush thighs pressing against his hips as she positioned herself above him. Slowly, teasingly, she lowered herself down onto his cock, her slick entrance stretching to accommodate him.

"Ohhh—g-gods," she gasped, her head tilting back as she took him deeper, inch by inch. Her tail swished erratically behind her, brushing against his thighs.

Allen’s usual quips were replaced by a groan that escaped unbidden. The sensation was maddening—her tightness, her heat, the way she was trembling as she fully impaled herself.

"Fuck," he hissed, his chains clinking as his hands instinctively tried to grab her hips but were restrained. "You’re not... half bad at this."

She grinned, a flicker of confidence breaking through her bashfulness. "Not bad? I’ll show you ’not bad.’"

She began to move—slow at first, her hips rising and falling in measured motions that sent shockwaves through Allen’s senses. The sweet scent in the air thickened, his thoughts blurring further.

Her pace quickened. Each descent of her hips drew a wet, lewd sound that echoed in the small cell, mingling with her high-pitched moans.

"Ahh... ahh... y-you’re so—b-big...!" she cried out, her hands bracing against his chest as she bounced faster.

Allen tried to maintain his usual composure, his grin faltering as the haze from the herb took deeper hold. He felt his pulse racing, his body overly sensitive, every thrust of hers sending jolts of pleasure coursing through him.

"You’re... ngh... really into this, huh?" he muttered, though his voice lacked its usual cockiness.

Her response was another shameless moan, her movements growing desperate, frantic. The fox girl’s head dipped forward, her silver hair brushing against his skin as her body took over, lost in the rhythm.

The cell echoed with wet slaps and her cries of ecstasy. Her pussy clenched tighter around him with each rise and fall, drawing groans from him he couldn’t suppress.

The herb worked subtly, yet relentlessly, dulling his sharp thoughts and amplifying every sensation. Allen’s smirk was gone, replaced by labored breaths and groans as the pleasure overwhelmed him.

"You’re... ngh... really... good at this," he muttered, his head leaning back against the wall.

Her ears twitched at the praise, her moans growing louder. She slammed her hips down harder, faster, the prison cell filled with the wet, rhythmic sounds of their coupling.

"Y-you like this, don’t you?" she whimpered, her voice trembling with pleasure. "Being... used... like this?"

Allen’s reply was a choked groan as his body betrayed him, the herb’s effects dragging him further under its spell.

The fox girl’s hips slammed down mercilessly on Allen’s hard cock, the wet, slick thwacks echoing loud in the cramped stone cell. Her fox ears twitched wildly with every frantic thump-thump-thump, and her fluffy tail whipped back and forth like a beast possessed.

"Ah! Fuck—yes—right there!" she moaned, voice raw and desperate as she rode him like a maniac, her breaths ragged and uneven.

Allen’s chest heaved, his head swimming from the thick haze of the herb flooding his mind. His usual smirk faded into a slack, breathless gasp as she drove herself down harder and faster, the walls around them shaking with the sound of their filthy fucking.

Slap! Slap! Slap! Her hips crashed against his pelvis, skin slapping skin in a filthy rhythm that matched her wild moans.

"Fuck—fuck—fuck!" she cried, nails digging into his chest, grinding her hips like a woman possessed, eyes glazed and hungry.

Allen tried to grunt out something—anything—but the herb’s power pulled his focus away, dimming his thoughts until all he could feel was the pounding heat wrapped around his cock, the relentless assault of her wet, burning pussy.

Her moans crescendoed, sharp and frantic, "Oh gods—yes! Don’t stop—harder—harder!"

Then, as she slammed down one final time with a wet thwack, Allen’s legs went limp, his body sagging forward, eyes fluttering closed. The last thing he felt was her hot, slick walls clenching down on him as he slipped into unconsciousness.

The cell echoed with the fading sounds of her ragged breaths and soft, triumphant moans, a wild, sex-crazed grin still playing on her lips as she rode out the last waves of pleasure alone.