NTR: Stealing wives in Another World

The city didn't sleep that night.

Word of the temple's transformation spread like wildfire—whispers trailing through merchant stalls, floating into wine dens, dripping into noble homes where curiosity bloomed like sin in the dark. Some called it heresy. Others called it awakening. But no one could ignore the way the temple's windows glowed red through the night, flickering like a living thing. And those closest to the great stone walls swore they could hear chanting—not holy verses, but moans, wet and rhythmic, like the city's heart had changed its beat.

Allen stood on the highest terrace, bathed in moonlight and torchfire, overlooking the chaos he had sown. Fina was nestled on a velvet couch behind him, half-naked and flushed from the earlier events. Her legs were draped over Rinni's lap, who was idly tracing shapes along the curve of her thigh with the tip of one clawed finger. The five temple maids had been taken below to be bathed, fed, and re-inked—each one to be presented again the next day, not as servants, but as symbols.

Symbols of the city's new god.

Allen turned as footsteps approached. One of the younger priestesses—barely older than the age of maturity, pale-skinned with silver hair wrapped in ceremonial cords—dropped to her knees, trembling, her gaze fixed on his feet.

"Forgive me, my King," she whispered, voice soft as fog. "I've come... to be tested."

Fina smirked without lifting her head. "That's the fourth one tonight."

"She's prettier than the last one," Rinni added, grinning as she hooked her arm behind Fina's back.

Allen walked forward, slow and deliberate. The priestess's breath caught as he neared, her eyes wide with a fear she didn't want to admit felt like hunger. He reached down, cupping her chin, tilting her face up.

"What's your name?" he asked, thumb brushing over her lower lip.

"Aluun, my King."

"Why did you come?"

"I want to know," she breathed, "what it means to be holy under you."

Allen smiled, something dangerous and inviting blooming in his expression.

"You're about to find out."

He turned back toward the room, motioning to the altar bed now drenched in furs and petals and silks. The priestess crawled after him on hands and knees, shedding her ceremonial wrap as she moved. It pooled around her like smoke, revealing pale, untouched skin underneath—no scars, no tattoos, no inked promises yet claimed.

"Lay back," Allen ordered, voice low and thick with control.

She obeyed instantly. No hesitation. Her thighs trembled, already glistening with anticipation. Fina rose from the couch and approached, lips curling into something wicked. She leaned down beside the girl and brushed a strand of silver hair from her cheek.

"First time?" she whispered.

Aluun nodded.

"Mmm," Fina hummed. "You'll remember him forever."

Allen positioned himself above her, letting her feel the weight of his body before he even touched her. Her breath hitched when she felt the head of his cock press against her slit, thick and heavy and wrong, if she'd been raised right—but she hadn't been raised for this world anymore. She'd been reborn into it.

And when he pushed into her—slow, deliberate, making her stretch inch by inch—her hands flew to grip the sheets, back arching off the altar with a silent cry.

Rinni was already beside Fina now, watching like a dragon watching her hoard being claimed. She whispered something filthy in Aluun's ear, and whatever it was made the girl moan louder, her legs shaking.

Allen didn't go hard, not this time. He filled. He owned. Every slow thrust was a mark. Every kiss along her jawline was a command. Fina leaned down to hold the girl's wrists against the furs, and Rinni began gently stroking the girl's clit with two fingers, in tight, teasing circles.

Aluun fell apart beautifully.

When she came—loud, soaked, and shaking—Allen didn't stop. He let her ride the aftershocks, then flipped her onto her stomach and pinned her again. She cried out, overwhelmed and open, but she didn't say no. She couldn't. She didn't want to. She offered herself, body and soul, and Allen gave her what she came for: meaning.

By the time he came inside her, she was sobbing—not from pain, not from shame, but from a fullness that had nothing to do with seed and everything to do with the power of being chosen.

Allen pulled out slowly, letting her collapse into the furs. Fina took a cloth and cleaned him off, eyes locked with his the whole time, before turning to Rinni.

"Your turn to pick one," she said, smug.

Rinni cracked her knuckles and turned toward the entrance of the chamber, where several more priestesses were gathered, cloaked and hopeful.

"Oh, I already picked three."

Allen laughed.

"You're getting greedy."

She shot him a wink. "You made me this way."

And so the night continued.

One by one, they came—temple girls, curious nobles, beastkin who had once hidden their desires behind collars and contracts. Allen took them all, each in a new way. Some he whispered to. Some he spanked. Some he allowed to ride him while the others watched. But each one walked away different—claimed, opened, awakened.

By dawn, the temple floor was a tapestry of bodies and sweat and sex. Allen stood once more before the altar, gazing out the wide archway as the first golden rays of sunlight spilled across the marble.

"This city won't survive me," he murmured.

Fina wrapped her arms around his waist from behind, chin resting on his shoulder.

"No," she said. "It'll worship you."

The golden sun bled across the temple floor, painting the silk-strewn bodies in amber. Groans still lingered in the thick air, but they were lazy now—satisfied sounds, as if even the temple itself had just come.

Allen stood still, feeling the heat of the morning on his skin, the cool kiss of wind that came through the broken stained-glass arch. Behind him, Fina and Rinni were sprawled on the altar bed, half-draped over two priestesses who clung to them like lovers caught in a dream they didn't want to wake from. A trail of discarded robes, smeared ink, and half-melted candles led all the way back to the inner sanctum like a breadcrumb trail of debauchery.

But the moment was already shifting. There was a knock—sharp, hesitant—on the thick temple door.

Kael entered, eyes low, the way one might approach a sleeping lion. He stopped at the edge of the main hall, taking in the aftermath. His nostrils flared once, either at the scent or the sight—probably both.

Allen didn't speak, didn't look his way at first. He just exhaled and cracked his neck.

"How many?" he finally asked.

Kael cleared his throat. "Four nobles from the outer ring. Two sent messages of concern. The other two sent their daughters."

Allen smirked. "The smart ones."

"There's also... a visitor from the Rhelgar family," Kael added carefully. "They're requesting an audience."

Rinni groaned into the priestess's shoulder. "Ugh. That's gonna be boring."

"It's gonna be necessary," Allen replied, turning to grab a robe from the carved throne behind him. He didn't tie it. Just let it drape loosely over his shoulders, still bare-chested, cum-dried and unbothered. He looked like what he was now—not a ruler, not a priest, but a god-thing wrapped in human skin.

By the time he strode into the secondary hall, the Rhelgar envoy was already waiting. A tall woman, sharp-faced, draped in royal blue with too many rings on her fingers and none on her heart. She tried not to let her eyes wander to the wet bruises on his neck or the red prints down his chest, but she failed. Allen could see her pupils dilate. Smell her tension.

"You've caused quite the ripple," she said. Her voice was tight. Controlled. Hollow.

Allen raised a brow. "Just a ripple?"

She took a step forward. "The Rhelgar family doesn't care who you fuck, Lord Allen. But when you start converting priestesses, when you turn sacred ground into a fuckpit—"

"Careful," Allen cut in, voice cool and sharp. "That fuckpit now has more power than your whole noble circle combined."

She flinched. Just a little. Then straightened.

"We are not enemies. My lady believes a... merger is possible."

Allen stepped into her space before she could finish that sentence. He didn't touch her, but his presence pressed against her like a wall.

"I'm not looking for mergers," he murmured. "But if your Lady wants to kneel in the red light and offer her womb to the cause—she's welcome."

The envoy's cheeks flushed. Just for a second. Then her mask snapped back in place.

"I'll... relay your words," she said, voice shaking with more than nerves.

"You do that," Allen said, turning away without a glance back. "And tell her: the temple welcomes all converts—but only those who arrive naked."

Kael escorted her out. She didn't look back once, but her fingers curled tight around her scroll.

Back in the sanctum, the energy had shifted again. The priestesses were rousing, stretching like cats in heat, smearing the ink across their thighs as they moved. Some whispered prayers to Allen's name. Some just moaned it.

Fina watched him as he stepped in, eyes narrowing.

"You're tense," she said.

Allen rolled his shoulders. "The Rhelgars are scared. They'll either run, kneel, or try to kill me."

Rinni perked up from her nest of bodies. "Ooh. I vote kneel. I wanna see that bitch Elira get inked like the others."

Fina snorted. "You just wanna write 'cockdrunk traitor' across her tits."

Rinni giggled. "And her ass."

Allen chuckled, stepping over a dozing acolyte to sink back into the throne. It was warm, worn from his presence. He reached down, lazily tracing the lines of ink still fresh on his thigh—phrases scrawled by a trembling priestess earlier that night. Words like blessed shaft and divine ruin.

He turned to Fina. "We need to move soon. This temple isn't enough. The city's watching."

Fina leaned forward, resting her chin on his knee. "Where to?"

"The port quarter first," Allen said. "Then the merchant district. We flip the docks, we flip the city."

"And how are you planning to flip the docks?" Rinni asked, crawling into his lap with the smugness of a girl who already knew the answer.

Allen grinned. "One captain's daughter at a time."