NTR: Stealing wives in Another World-Chapter 51: Right in the face

The hut trembled.

Wooden beams creaked. A heavy crash shook the floor. Loud shrieking echoed through the village path, like a banshee possessed by wrath, hunger, and heartbreak.

Inside the holding quarters—little more than a straw-laced cage for captured beastkin—Fina prowled like a caged predator. Her feet were bare, her claws twitching, and her eyes burned with wild fury. The straw bedding had been torn asunder. Shards of broken clay littered the floor. One of the guards clutched his nose, which now bent slightly sideways, thanks to a cup Rinni had hurled with unexpected accuracy.

Fina growled low in her throat, pacing. Her fur bristled. Her tail lashed behind her like a whip. Her voice was sharp and savage.

"Where. Is. The human?"

Rinni sat curled in the corner, hugging something close to her chest—a crude little doll, shaped from hay and cloth, vaguely resembling Allen. A carrot was tied to the front, too large and far too obvious.

Tears streaked her cheeks. She sniffled.

"They took him, Fina. That cruel fox-woman took him away. She’s going to keep him forever, and... and she’ll squeeze him with her fat bottom until he forgets us and... and makes her his wife..."

She let out another sob and buried her face into the hay-stuffed Allen.

Outside the door, the two guards shared a look—one grizzled and scarred, the other young and already weary beyond his years.

The older one grunted. "I told them the holding huts needed iron bars."

The younger sighed and whispered, "I never should’ve joined the guard."

Suddenly, Fina froze mid-step. Her ears twitched. She lifted her chin slightly, nostrils flaring.

She growled. "I smell fox."

The door flap rustled.

Nyra entered, tall and proud, a wrap of fur around her shoulders, though it barely covered her curves. Her tail swayed, her voice sharp.

"Cease this nonsense," she said, stepping into the hut. "I’ve come to—"

CRACK.

Fina sprang.

Like a thunderbolt of fur and rage, she leapt from the wall, spun mid-air, and slammed her heel square into Nyra’s face. The foxkin elder let out a grunt as she flew backward out the doorway and into a nearby cart of vegetables.

"ALLEENN!" Fina bellowed as she bolted through the open door, running as though the gods themselves had whispered Allen’s name on the wind.

The guards stood stunned.

Rinni rose to her feet, her grip tight around the hay doll, her sniffles turning to fierce, trembling resolve.

"This is for our mate," she whispered.

And she too ran out the door, trailing loose straw like a broken nest.

Nyra groaned somewhere outside, sprawled in a heap of squashed roots and bruised pride.

Inside the hut, the younger guard sat down slowly, rubbing his temple as a piece of broken bowl fell from his shoulder.

He looked into the distance and said, "I should’ve taken that post at the grain mill."

The village stirred with murmurs and whispers as two wild shapes darted down the paths—one fast and snarling, the other clutching a lumpy straw doll like it was sacred.

Fina sprinted low to the ground, ears flat, claws bared, lips curled in a hiss. Her pupils were slits. Her body moved with the fluid menace of a predator on the edge.

Rinni bounded behind her, tears still fresh on her cheeks, voice shaking but determined.

"Allen! Allen where are you?! They took you! We’re coming! Don’t let her put her boobs on you again!"

Villagers ducked out of the way. One startled merchant dropped a basket of onions.

And then—suddenly—their path was blocked.

Lady Nyra stood in the road, blood trailing from her nose, a smear of mud across her cheek, her fur-wrap twisted and loose from the earlier kick.

Her tail was rigid. Her breath came hard. And her amber eyes were full of fire.

Fina skid to a stop, dust rising around her bare feet. Her ears flattened and a low growl rumbled in her throat.

She crouched.

Hissed.

Like a feral cat cornered but damn ready to fight her way out.

"Move," she spat, her voice a warning, her claws twitching.

Nyra held up one palm.

"If you want to see him again, you’ll calm yourselves." Her voice was hoarse, cracked with pain, but still carried weight. "The human is safe. But if you charge around screaming like wild animals, you’ll only bring the guards down on his head." freёweɓnovel.com

Rinni sniffled behind Fina, clutching the Allen doll to her chest. "Y-You’re lying... you’re hiding him... you’re trying to keep him all for yourself..."

Nyra’s jaw twitched.

"I should leave you in the dirt for what you did to my face," she said flatly, wiping blood from under her nose. "But I’m not here to fight you. Not now."

Fina’s tail lashed, her teeth still bared. "Then show us our Allen."

Nyra met her gaze. "You will see him. If you follow me. Silently. With control. Or I’ll drag you both back by your ears and chain you to the wall like true savages."

The air went still.

Rinni whimpered softly, trembling.

Fina stood tall, slowly, still tense.

"Fine," she hissed, though her claws remained out. "But if I smell fox hair on his cock, I’m burning this whole village down."

Nyra turned without another word, striding ahead, shoulders high despite the bruises and blood.

And behind her, two beastkin girls followed—one furious, one heartbroken, both ready to raise hell if they didn’t find their human.

Nyra’s steps were steady as she led the two beastkin through winding paths and overgrown walkways until they reached her personal hut—secluded, larger than most, with thick reed walls and a heavy flap of fur over the door.

Inside, it was dim. Cool. And thick with scent.

Fina halted in the doorway.

Her nose twitched.

Once. Twice.

Then she gagged. "What the fuck is this stench..."

Rinni followed close behind, her nose wrinkling. "It smells like old soup."

No. Not soup.

It was sex.

The air was soaked in it—musk, sweat, the tang of deep, primal mating. The table was still slightly damp, the floor stained with dried white splatters, a half-crushed feather wrap tangled near the corner. And against the far wall, tied upright to a sturdy pole...

Allen.

Still naked. Still glistening with the faint sheen of old sweat. Still playing dazed and brainwashed like a champion.

Nyra stepped past the girls, voice smooth but strained.

"He has chosen," she said. "The human wishes to remain here with the fox tribe. He said he will bring you both into the fold soon... if you behave."

There was a beat of silence.

Then Allen’s eyes slowly lifted to meet theirs.

He winked.

Just once. Subtle. Deliberate.

Fina’s tail bristled.

Her pupils narrowed.

And she smirked.

Not a word left her mouth.

She didn’t need one.

Rinni, meanwhile, gasped like she’d just been gut-punched. Her ears drooped. Tears welled in her eyes instantly.

She dropped her Allen doll and flung herself toward him, grabbing his leg in desperation.

"Allen! No! You traitor! You chose the dumb, big-breasted fox woman over us! Her boobs probably can’t even squish right! I squish right!"

She sobbed violently, clinging to his thigh like it was the last warm blanket in winter.

"I moan so good! Ask Fina! I practiced! You said my moans were an 8 out of 10 last time!"

Allen gave a slack-jawed smile and mumbled in his "brainwashed" tone, "...Serving fox... tribe... obedience..."

Fina just folded her arms, tail flicking slowly, eyes never leaving Nyra.

She saw through the act. She smelled the lie.

And more importantly—

She knew Allen was planning something.

Something fun.