NTR: Stealing wives in Another World

The warmth of the bath clung to their bodies long after the ripples stilled. Allen didn't move. He sat, unmoving and calm, like a dark idol the maids were learning to worship. His skin glistened under the lantern light, water cascading down the cut of his chest and pooling along his thighs. One of the beastkin girls—Rae, the fox-eared one with bright eyes and a cautious curiosity—finally dared to step into the water.

The other two followed. Cinna with her thick brown tail twitching nervously, and Yeli, the tiny mousekin girl who kept sneaking glances at Allen's cock like it was some sacred weapon. They moved slowly, hesitantly, guided by Niva's sharp, wordless looks. The five broken maids sat watching from the sides, freshly cleaned, still flushed from Allen's attention. None of them spoke. They understood now—this wasn't about being first. It was about being worthy.

"Rae," Allen said without raising his voice. The foxkin girl straightened instinctively, her fur standing on end. "Step forward."

She padded closer, water swirling around her hips. Her sash was soaked, half translucent now, clinging to the shape of her modest curves. She didn't cover herself.

Allen looked her over. "Do you know what I am?"

Her lips parted, the answer on her tongue—but she hesitated.

Fina chuckled softly behind him, lounging against the tile with her hair slicked back. "Careful, little fox. There's only one right answer."

"You're… Master?" Rae tried, uncertain.

Allen tilted his head.

"You're not wrong," he said, then gestured to Niva. "But you're not listening. What did I say she would teach you?"

"Everything," Niva answered for her, firm and cool. "Begging. Obedience. Stillness."

"And how to speak," Allen added. "Without lies. Without fluff. With your whole body."

Rae swallowed hard. "Then—"

Allen cut her off with a simple gesture, and she dropped to her knees in the water instantly.

"Better," he said.

He reached forward, not to touch, but to point—first at Rae's chest, then her lips, then her tail. "All of this belongs to me now. It doesn't matter how many dicks you've taken or how innocent you think you are. You don't need a past here. Only service."

Rae nodded, breath short.

"You'll learn faster if you let go," Allen said, leaning close until his breath touched her ear. "So let go."

She whimpered. Not in fear. Not anymore.

He turned his attention to Cinna. The bunny-eared girl flinched slightly as he called her name without speaking it. She met his gaze and stepped forward, stiff but determined. Her sash had slipped, baring the soft rise of her chest.

"Touch yourself," Allen said.

Her ears perked. "Here?"

He said nothing, just stared.

Slowly, she slid one hand down between her thighs. Her eyes fluttered shut.

"Eyes open."

She obeyed.

"Fina," Allen called softly.

Fina was already moving before he finished the word. She approached behind Cinna, tracing a finger up the girl's spine, whispering filth into her ear. Cinna trembled but didn't stop stroking herself.

"Don't chase the high," Fina whispered, voice like melted sugar. "Let him see how desperate you are without losing control."

Yeli crept forward next. She didn't wait to be called. Her gaze locked on Allen's cock, her breathing quickening with every step.

Allen reached for her, gripping her jaw gently. Her cheeks burned as his thumb pressed into her lips.

"Do you want to taste?"

She nodded frantically.

"Then earn it."

Yeli dropped forward, lying flat against the tile beside the pool like a servant offering her neck. She didn't know what came next. That was the point.

Allen didn't reward disobedience—but initiative laced with submission? That got his attention.

"You'll taste me when I say so," he murmured. "And when you do, it'll be everything you dreamed of and worse."

She whimpered against his thumb.

Behind him, Rinni was dragging Brin back into the water by the ankle, laughing like a predator who'd just spotted a stray lamb. "You look too dry, girl," she teased, dunking Brin without warning. "We said soak, not sulk."

Elira sat off to the side now, still and thoughtful, watching the entire scene with an expression Allen couldn't quite name. She was changing. Slowly, steadily. Not just from the ink on her skin or the orders she obeyed. It was something deeper—like watching a candle melt and take a new shape.

Allen beckoned her forward.

She rose silently, stepping into the bath. Her body was clean, but the phrases she'd written across herself hadn't faded. They were permanent reminders. Marks of obedience.

He gripped her chin. "You've served well today."

She blinked.

"You'll serve again tomorrow."

"Yes… Master."

He traced his finger along her collarbone. "But tonight, you'll sleep at the foot of my bed. Naked. Unbound. Waiting."

Elira nodded. Her breath caught in her throat, and he saw the flush rush down her neck, her thighs pressing together instinctively.

Allen stood then, the water pouring off him in streams, and all the girls stilled. Even the beastkin newcomers froze. His presence was magnetic, undeniable. He didn't need to shout. He didn't need to spank or yank or bark.

He just was.

He stepped out of the bath and took a towel from the rack. Fina joined him, drying his arms without needing to be told. Rinni passed him his robes. The five maids followed on their knees, eyes down. The three beastkin girls remained in the water—half-entranced, half-terrified at what awaited them when their real training began.

Allen paused at the exit.

"Tomorrow," he said, voice low but echoing off the stone, "I test your tongues. And your loyalty."

He didn't have to say what that meant.

They would come to him clean, but leave drenched in filth and purpose.

And not one of them doubted they would crawl to him willingly.

The hallway beyond the baths was dimly lit, the lanterns casting warm flickers along the stone walls, but the air around Allen felt heavier now—thick with obedience and expectation. Footsteps padded softly behind him—Fina, Rinni, and Elira. The three knew their places without needing direction. Fina walked slightly ahead, scouting the corners like a lioness surveying her den. Rinni stayed at Allen's right side, every step a subtle bounce of pleasure and mischief. Elira, silent and newly marked, followed behind like a shadow.

Allen didn't speak until the doors to his chamber came into view. Two guards stationed outside—their eyes flicked up at the sight of the entourage but quickly dropped again. They weren't dumb. Allen's reputation was already blooming into myth around the inner court.

Once the heavy doors shut behind them, Allen turned to Elira. "Strip. Bed."

She didn't hesitate. Her fingers were practiced now, unfastening her garments with silent, precise motions. Her skin glowed under the candlelight, a canvas of shame and ownership inked in phrases that made even Fina glance sideways—phrases she had commanded Elira to write. Across her chest: CUMDUMP FOR MY BETTERS. Just beneath her navel: I EXIST TO BE USED. Her thighs bore matching slurs that once would have made her cry. Now? She presented them with a strange, twisted pride.

She crawled up onto the bed, settling at the foot with her hands on her knees, back straight, head bowed. Waiting.

Fina smirked as she passed her. "You're learning," she whispered.

Allen didn't touch her. Not yet.

He undressed slowly, dropping his robe over the nearest chair. Rinni made a little hum as she saw his cock begin to stir again—not from lust, but from control. From the way everything in the room bent to his will.

"You three," he said, glancing to the five other maids who had been trailing behind. Calla, Mira, Niva, Tessa, and Brin. "Line up. Knees."

They obeyed instantly, forming a soft line across the rug, kneeling in perfect sync. Their bodies were still marked with bite-shaped bruises, handprints on thighs, necks, and asses, little reminders of who they belonged to now. Their eyes never looked up—only straight ahead or down at the floor, like they were part of the furniture now.

Allen sat on the edge of the bed, legs spread, cock fully hard. He didn't stroke it. He didn't need to.

"Fina," he murmured, and she came to him like gravity was pulling her.

She climbed between his legs and kissed the head of his cock with a reverence that was almost religious. Her tongue circled it slowly, lovingly, her hand resting on his thigh. Rinni crawled up beside her, purring with a low, breathy moan as she kissed lower—balls, thighs, the base of the shaft.

"You'll take turns," Allen said to the five kneeling girls. "One each night. No begging for more. You get what I allow."

Calla shivered, but nodded. Her freckles burned red across her face.

Elira shifted on the bed, her thighs squeezing together. Allen didn't look at her—he didn't have to. She was soaking.

"Tonight," Allen said, brushing a hand through Fina's hair as she swallowed around him, "I want you all to learn what it feels like to be denied and watched."

Rinni's eyes lit up. "Ooh. Can I pick who gets teased first?"

Allen smirked. "Be gentle."

Rinni crawled toward the line of maids, and they tensed instinctively. She didn't even speak—just reached out, dragging her fingers down Tessa's cheek, then Mira's chest, then Calla's thigh, letting each one wonder if she'd be chosen. When she finally settled behind Niva, the redhead made a tiny whimper, shoulders trembling.

Rinni whispered something into her ear, then pulled her backward onto all fours.

"Watch, girls," Allen said, voice calm as ever. "Watch what it looks like to be touched by someone who understands obedience."

Fina had moved behind him now, kissing along his back while her fingers ran up his chest. Elira stayed motionless, except for her quick, shallow breathing. She was taking in everything, trying to decode it like scripture.

Rinni didn't just finger Niva—she played her like an instrument, slipping two fingers in and curling them cruelly, rhythmically, keeping her just on the edge. Niva whimpered, hands digging into the carpet, her mouth wide open but no words coming.

"You're not allowed to cum unless you're told," Rinni whispered. "So suffer sweetly, slut."

Niva nodded, tears slipping from her eyes. Not from pain. From frustration. From sheer desperate pleasure being dangled above her like a treat.

Allen watched with one hand lazily stroking his cock now, eyes on Elira.

"Come here."

She moved like lightning, crawling across the bed until she was kneeling between his thighs.

"Your mouth," he said, and that was all she needed.

She opened wide and took him in—messy, needy, her tongue trembling. Her hands didn't touch him. They clutched her own thighs like she was holding herself back from losing control.

Allen's voice was low as he murmured, "You taste like shame."

She moaned around his cock.

Behind them, Rinni was now pressing her palm hard against Niva's mound, keeping her right on the precipice. "Beg for release," she whispered, licking her ear.

"I-I… please, Mistress, I'll do anything…"

"Not enough," Rinni purred.

Allen grunted softly as Elira took him deeper, tears sliding down her face. She didn't stop. Didn't gag. Just accepted it—like she wanted to drown in him.

"Tomorrow," Allen said as he pulled her off him, strings of spit connecting her lips to his shaft, "you'll confess something new. Something you've never told anyone. In front of the others."

"Yes, Master," she gasped, lips swollen.

He looked to the rest. "Each of you will. Secrets. Sins. Shame."

Calla trembled. Mira licked her lips. Tessa buried her face in her hands. Brin looked ready to break.

And Allen smiled, content.

Control wasn't just about force.

It was about structure.

He lay back on the bed, letting Fina curl up beside him, Rinni crawling in after, her hands still slick with Niva's arousal.

Elira curled herself at the foot, naked and silent.

The five maids remained kneeling until the candlelight dimmed.

And Allen? He slept like a god atop an altar of devotion.

Tomorrow would bring new confessions.

New tests.

New worship.

And every girl in that room would offer it gladly.