NTR: Stealing wives in Another World-Chapter 47: Services (18+)

Allen’s eyes fluttered open, his senses slowly returning as the fog of the herb wore off. The first thing that greeted him was Lady Nyra, perched above him with an air of smug superiority. Her legs were crossed elegantly, her feet resting on his restrained chest as if he were no more than furniture.

His gaze trailed down, catching the tantalizing sight of her pussy barely concealed beneath sheer silk panties. The fabric was damp, clinging to her folds in a way that left nothing to the imagination. The faint scent of her arousal teased his nose, mingling with the earthy fragrance of the hut.

Nyra seemed lost in thought, muttering to herself. "The brainwashing herb worked perfectly. Finally, a human under my control... and not just any human." She smirked, her tail flicking behind her as she shifted slightly, the warmth of her thighs brushing against him. "A personal human slave... the only beastkin to ever claim such a prize."

Allen kept his face carefully blank, letting her believe the herb had done its work. Internally, though, he was assessing every word, every movement, waiting for the right moment to act.

Nyra’s golden eyes flicked down, locking onto his. "You’re awake," she remarked, her voice dripping with disdain and something darker. She leaned forward, resting her chin on her hand as her tail swayed lazily behind her. "I want to see this so-called human cock. Show me."

Without a word, Allen shifted as much as his restraints allowed, pulling aside the cloth that covered him. His cock sprang free, thick, veined, and fully erect. The head glistened with precum, the sight of her dominating presence and her barely concealed pussy having kept him rock-hard despite the situation.

Nyra’s eyes widened slightly, a flicker of surprise breaking through her composed mask. She leaned in closer, her gaze fixed on his shaft. "Hm. Bigger than I expected for a human..." she muttered, her tone almost absent as she reached out with one clawed finger. She traced the length of his cock, her touch light but deliberate, pausing to circle the swollen head and smear the bead of precome that had gathered there.

Her lips parted slightly, a faint sheen of drool glistening at the corner of her mouth. She caught herself quickly, wiping it away with the back of her hand. "Still," she said, as if convincing herself, "foxkin dicks are superior."

Her voice trailed off, and she shook her head, her claws grazing lightly against the sensitive underside of his shaft. Allen stayed silent, his chest rising and falling steadily, though his cock twitched involuntarily under her touch.

Nyra smirked, leaning back and shifting her hips slightly, the damp fabric of her panties pressing closer to her core. "You’re hard for me, even under the herb’s effects. How pathetic," she teased, her tone mocking but tinged with curiosity.

She spread her legs wider, her pussy now fully on display through the transparent silk. The scent of her arousal grew stronger, heady and intoxicating. She leaned forward, grabbing a fistful of Allen’s hair and tilting his head back. Her golden eyes burned into his, a predatory gleam in her gaze.

"Lick," she commanded, her voice a low, sultry growl. "Clean me with that human tongue of yours."

Allen hesitated for a fraction of a second, just long enough to make it seem like he was processing her order. Then, without a word, he leaned forward as much as his restraints allowed, his tongue darting out to press against the soaked fabric of her panties.

Nyra let out a sharp gasp, her hips jerking slightly as his tongue traced over her folds through the thin silk. "Good," she murmured, her voice trembling just enough to betray the effect he was having on her. "Keep going."

Allen dragged his tongue along her slit, tasting her through the fabric, the musky sweetness of her arousal coating his tongue. Nyra’s claws tightened in his hair, guiding him closer as she ground her hips against his face.

"Pathetic human," she hissed, though her voice was breathy, and her thighs trembled slightly. "You exist only to serve me. To worship my pussy. Isn’t that right?"

Allen didn’t answer, his tongue now working more insistently, pressing harder against the silk until it was practically molded to her folds. He could feel the heat of her core radiating through the fabric, her wetness soaking through even more as her breathing grew ragged.

Frustrated by the barrier, Nyra suddenly pulled back, her claws hooking into the waistband of her panties and yanking them aside. Her bare pussy was exposed, glistening and flushed, her clit swollen and begging for attention.

"Now," she said, her voice sharp but quivering with need, "no more excuses. Lick me properly."

Allen didn’t hesitate this time. He leaned forward, his tongue lapping at her slit, starting slow but firm. He parted her folds with his tongue, teasing her entrance before dragging upward to circle her clit. Nyra’s hips bucked against his face, a low moan escaping her lips despite her attempts to suppress it.

"Yes... that’s it," she breathed, her claws digging into his scalp. "Prove your worth, human."

Allen’s tongue worked tirelessly, switching between slow, teasing licks and quick, focused flicks over her clit. Nyra’s moans grew louder, her dominance slipping as her body betrayed her. Her thighs clamped around his head, holding him in place as she ground against his mouth, chasing her release.

When her orgasm finally hit, it was explosive. She cried out, her body convulsing as waves of pleasure ripped through her. Her juices spilled onto Allen’s tongue, and he dutifully lapped them up, his cock throbbing painfully in response to her unrestrained cries.

Nyra collapsed back onto her makeshift throne, her chest heaving as she struggled to catch her breath. She glanced down at Allen, his face slick with her arousal, and smirked.

"Maybe... you’re not so worthless after all," she murmured, her voice weak but tinged with satisfaction.

Allen didn’t respond, his mind racing even as he licked his lips clean. This was far from over.