NTR: Stealing wives in Another World-Chapter 46: Vortex

The heavy wooden door to the cell groaned open, revealing Lady Nyra, her face concealed behind a silk scarf embroidered with intricate silver patterns. Two armored guards flanked her, their eyes scanning the room with unease.

What lay before them was nothing short of chaos.

The fox girl was straddling the unconscious Allen, her hips grinding in slow, jerky motions as her laughter echoed like a haunting melody in the cold chamber. Her mouth was smeared with cum, a twisted grin plastered on her flushed face. Her body trembled, both from exertion and a manic energy that clung to her like a second skin.

Beneath her, Allen was limp, his chest rising and falling in steady breaths, oblivious to the madness around him. His cock, slick and still partially erect, glistened with their combined fluids, while more dripped from between her thighs, staining the stone floor.

Nyra’s eyes narrowed sharply, the guards shifting uncomfortably at her sides.

The fox girl’s head jerked toward Nyra, her silver hair plastered to her sweat-dampened skin. Her golden eyes gleamed with something unhinged.

"I completed the order given, my Lady Nyra," she said, her voice soft, trembling, and eerily cryptic. Then she repeated it, louder this time. "I completed the order given, my Lady Nyra!"

Her laughter bubbled up again, high-pitched and wild, as she threw her head back, her movements erratic.

Nyra’s tone was icy, a command laced with disdain. "Strike her unconscious. At once."

The guards hesitated only briefly before stepping forward. One raised the pommel of his sword.

The fox girl didn’t flinch. Instead, her gaze darted between them, her grin widening as she continued her eerie chant. "I completed the order given! I completed it! He’s perfect! PERFECT!"

The sound of metal meeting flesh silenced her abruptly. Her body slumped to the side, landing in a heap beside Allen. The guard wiped sweat from his brow, muttering a quick prayer under his breath.

Nyra stepped closer, her gaze lingering on the scene. Her expression was unreadable, though her tail flicked sharply behind her.

"Take her to the hut with the others," she ordered, her voice cold. "Restrain her. Double the guards at once. She’s dangerous now."

The guards scrambled to obey, lifting the limp fox girl and carrying her out.

Nyra turned her attention to Allen, her eyes narrowing as she studied him. The herb’s effects were evident—his expression, though unconscious, was unusually serene.

"You resisted longer than most," she murmured, almost to herself. "Impressive... and problematic."

She gestured to the remaining guard. "Bring him to my personal quarters. Ensure he’s cleaned and restrained properly. I will see to him myself."

The guard hesitated. "My lady, if I may—"

Nyra’s sharp gaze silenced him instantly.

"You may not," she said curtly.

Without another word, the guard moved to lift Allen, draping a cloth over his exposed form to shield him from prying eyes. Nyra followed closely, her mind already turning over her next steps.

The scent of the herb still lingered faintly in the air, and Nyra’s thoughts darkened.

"This will need... careful handling."

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Allen’s mind floated in a warm haze, free from the tension of chains or the madness of his surroundings. He was back in the forest clearing with Fina and Rinni, both of them naked under the moonlight, their eyes alight with desire.

Fina straddled him, her wild, untamed energy reflected in her rough, passionate movements. Her claws trailed down his chest, leaving red marks that only heightened the pleasure coursing through him.

"You like this, don’t you?" she purred, her hips grinding down hard.

Beside them, Rinni knelt, her lips wrapped around his cock as her innocent yet eager expression betrayed the depth of her lust. She whimpered softly, her tongue flicking over him in worship, desperate to please.

Allen grinned lazily, his hands tangling in their hair as he gave in to their fervent attention. "Gods, I could die happy like this," he groaned.

But then, the dream shifted.

But then, the dream shifted.

The forest around them darkened. The moonlight faded, replaced by swirling shadows that seemed to creep closer with every breath. Fina and Rinni’s forms began to blur, their moans growing fainter until they were nothing more than echoes.

Allen blinked, trying to focus, but the world around him was dissolving.

From the darkness, a figure emerged. She moved with an ethereal grace, her body cloaked in shadows so dense that even the barest hint of her features was obscured. Yet, she radiated a presence that was both comforting and unnerving.

Allen tried to speak, but no sound escaped his lips.

The unknown beauty stopped before him, her unseen gaze piercing through him as if reading every corner of his soul. She leaned down slowly, her lips pressing against his forehead in a kiss that sent a shiver down his spine.

"Who... are you?" he finally managed, his voice a hoarse whisper.

She didn’t answer. Instead, she raised a hand and pointed behind him.

Allen turned to see a swirling vortex of dark clouds, spinning ominously in the distance. Flashes of lightning illuminated the chaos within, but instead of fear, a strange curiosity gripped him.

"What the hell is that?" he asked, his usual sarcasm dulled by the sheer weight of her presence.

The figure stepped closer, her hand brushing against his cheek. Her touch was cold, almost unnaturally so, but it seemed to root him in place.

"You must follow," she said, her voice echoing like a thousand whispers layered atop one another.

Allen blinked, trying to process her words. "Follow? Into that?"

Before he could get an answer, the vortex began pulling him in, its force undeniable. The dream twisted around him, the shadows swallowing everything in their path.

The last thing he saw was the woman’s silhouette, standing still against the storm, her hand raised in a silent farewell.

Then, everything went dark.

Allen’s consciousness began to stir, the warmth of the dream replaced by the cool air of Nyra’s personal hut. The faint scent of herbs lingered, and he became vaguely aware of the weight of restraints on his wrists and ankles.