NTR: Stealing wives in Another World-Chapter 49: Frenzy (18++)

Nyra lay slumped on the table, her inner walls still twitching from the last round. She could barely think, much less speak, her breath coming in shallow gasps. Her slick thighs glistened, soaked with a mix of her own arousal and Allen’s cum. The room still echoed with the sticky, wet sounds of their obscene union.

But something shifted.

She blinked hazily, eyes trailing downward.

Allen’s cock... was still hard.

Not just hard—twitching. Pulsing. And changing.

"What the hell..." she murmured, eyes widening as she watched it swell before her very eyes, the veins bulging, the shaft thickening, the shape growing monstrous.

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[Skill Activated: Penis Enlargement (Advanced)]

Calibrating user preference...

Orc-tier selected. Girth and length increasing...

Warning: Not compatible with average mortal expectations.

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He didn’t hesitate.

"Yes," he whispered under his breath, lips barely parting.

The transformation was instant. His cock lurched, pulsing like it had a heartbeat of its own. The shaft darkened in tone, becoming rougher, thicker, meaner. It gained a curve—an almost cruel upward bend—bulging veins wrapping around it like vines. The tip flared into a brutal, mushroomed crown, leaking pre-cum in thick globs.

Nyra’s jaw dropped.

"What—wait—what did you just—?" Her voice cracked, a flicker of fear piercing through her haze. "Why did the brainwashing—was it undone just now? What are you—"

But she didn’t get an answer.

Allen lunged forward and kissed her, hard, cutting off her question with a force that sent her ears twitching. His tongue invaded her mouth, tasting, claiming, silencing. His hands grabbed her thighs, spreading them again with brute strength. She thrashed instinctively, but it was too late.

His now-orcified cock dragged along her entrance—slick, burning hot, inhumanly wide.

"No—Allen—wait—" she gasped into his mouth, voice muffled by his kiss.

SCHLRRK.

The tip pushed in.

Her pussy resisted, squeezing tight around the girth of his new monster cock. It was like trying to shove a sword into a sheath too small—and Allen didn’t slow down. Her entire body jolted, a scream muffled against his mouth.

"Ffff—uck!" she sobbed when he pulled away, gasping for air. "That’s not a human cock! That’s—that’s a beast’s!"

Allen said nothing. He kept that dumb, blank look on his face like he was still brainwashed, but the smirk in his eyes betrayed the truth. He thrust again.

POP. SCHLORP. FWOP.

He shoved more of it in, her pussy stretching around the unnatural girth. Nyra’s claws dug into the table, her back arching, sweat pouring down her body in rivulets.

"It’s not going to fit—gods, stop—! You’ll break me—!"

Allen grunted in exaggerated monotone. "Objective: full insertion. Target: fox pussy. Status: TIGHT AS FUCK."

Squelch. Schlp. FWOP-FWOP-FWOP.

His thrusts were brutal, forceful, slow but relentless—driving inch after inch of his transformed cock into her trembling body. Her pussy fought him every step of the way, drooling around the intrusion, her inner walls fluttering like she was on the brink of another orgasm just from the stretch.

"Orc... you’ve got an orc dick—" Nyra gasped, drooling now from both ends. "What... the fuck are you?!"

Allen leaned in close, still pretending to be under the herb’s spell.

"Moaning detected," he whispered into her ear. "Upgrading performance."

He slammed forward with a heavy, wet THUMP, burying himself to the hilt.

"GNNNHHHHAAAHHH!" Nyra screamed, her voice raw and ruined. Her belly bulged slightly from the sheer depth, her entire body twitching uncontrollably. "You’re gonna split me open—!"

Allen pulled out halfway and rammed back in.

FWAP. FWAP. FWAP.

Her pussy sloshed with every movement, creamy juices gushing around the brutal shaft, her walls twitching and sucking like they didn’t know how to let go.

"Gonna cum..." Allen moaned, over-the-top and clearly mocking. "Gonna breed... my fox... s-slave..."

"NO—wait—don’t—!" she cried, but her body betrayed her. Her pussy clenched around him like a vice, milking his cock, desperate and ruined.

He slammed in one last time and came.

SPLUUUURRTCH. GLOP-GLOP. FWOP.

Cum exploded inside her, thick and burning, flooding her womb with so much that it spilled out around his cock in creamy spurts. Her belly swelled slightly, juices dripping from her stretched, twitching hole.

Nyra lay there, limp, gasping like a fish, her legs twitching, her cunt still pulsing around the orc cock that shouldn’t have fit—but did.

Allen finally leaned down, lips brushing her ear.

"Still brainwashed," he whispered, voice low and mocking.

Nyra whimpered.

And Allen just chuckled.

Allen’s cock was still hard—thick, pulsing, and ready to tear her apart again. Without saying a word, just that low, guttural whisper in his mind: "Next round." His hands grabbed Nyra’s hips, rough and demanding, and he plunged back into her dripping heat.

"Ahhh—fuck! You’re making me stupid, human!" she moaned breathlessly, voice shaky and breathy, a mixture of laughter and pure, dumb ecstasy.

The orc cock buried itself to the base inside her, stretching her slick, tight pussy wide like a cruel, glorious torture device.

"Nngh—shit—so big—so deep—" Nyra whimpered, claws digging into the table as her body trembled under the relentless pounding.

"Fwop—schlurp—thwap-thwap-thwap!"

Each brutal thrust slapped wetly against her slick folds, her pussy squelching around the monstrous shaft like it was made to be filled and stretched forever.

"Human, you’re insane... your cock’s like a fucking beast!" she gasped, voice breaking into desperate moans, saliva dripping from her parted lips.

Allen ignored her, lost in the rhythm of fucking her like he was on some twisted mission.

"Hnnngh—yeah, just like that—"

Her body went limp, melting beneath him, overwhelmed and wrecked. Nyra’s breaths came shallow, ragged.

She mumbled something incoherent—half-lucid, half-lost in the haze of pleasure and pain.

Her pussy gaped open, still pulsating, and thick cum oozed out slowly, dripping down her thighs, pooling beneath her on the table like a sticky, warm badge of honor.

Allen pulled out slowly, watching the creamy mess spill out and pool around her trembling hips. His eyes darkened, satisfied.

"Masterpiece," he muttered to himself, voice rough with exhaustion and pride.

Nyra lay there, unconscious, mumbling soft nonsense as her body finally surrendered to the aftershocks.

Allen, drained and heavy, collapsed beside her, still slick with sweat and cum, breathing hard.

The two of them tangled in a messy, sticky heap—her pussy still leaking, his cock finally softening after the relentless, filthy work of domination.