NTR: Stealing wives in Another World

Allen drove into her again—harder this time. Her gasp turned into a guttural moan, and her knees buckled, but she didn't fall. Queens don't fall. They cling. Her royal grip trembled against the throne's gilded arms, knuckles white, arms shaking as Allen's hips clapped against her bare ass over and over, the sharp slap-slick echoing like a new anthem in the throne room.

Fina stepped forward, heels clicking against marble, slow and teasing. Her hand gently stroked Elira's head, who whimpered with her face still down near the floor, thighs wet and trembling from the sounds alone. Rinni sat herself on the steps beside the throne like it was a front-row seat to a sacred desecration, tail flicking lazily as she licked a finger and dragged it down her own thigh.

Yssira moaned again, louder this time, throat raw with surrender. Her pride was melting with every thrust. The enchantments tattooed along her spine flared like candlelight with each slap of Allen's hips, pulsing brighter when he bottomed out—then dimming with each slow withdrawal like they were syncing to his rhythm. Magic couldn't shield her now. It could only light the way to her downfall.

"Deeper," she gasped suddenly, her voice strangled and breathless, like the command was ripped out of her against her will.

Allen grinned, lips brushing her ear. "That's not a request."

She shook her head, panting. "No. It's a plea."

That earned her a brutal thrust that sent her jerking forward, tits smashing against velvet, legs kicking involuntarily. Slick leaked down the inside of her thighs in trails, coating Allen's cock in royal juices that made a fresh schlorp with every stroke. Her back arched like a broken bowstring, and her fingers clawed the throne like it was the only thing anchoring her to reality.

Fina giggled. "Your Majesty's got some lungs on her."

"She'll need them," Allen growled, picking up pace.

He didn't fuck her like a man claiming a prize. He fucked her like a god reclaiming tribute. His cock pounded her dripping pussy with the relentless rhythm of thunder—wet, hard, and unmerciful. Every time she moaned, it was louder. Every time her hips bucked, it was wilder. Her royal composure cracked, then shattered, until she was nothing but sweat, sounds, and spread legs.

A particularly deep thrust made her eyes roll back, and she bit the throne's arm so hard it left a smear of lipstick and spit. She came—violently. Her cunt clenched and squirted around Allen's cock, soaking his balls and the velvet beneath them. Runes along her spine blinked like a failing ward, magic sparking before fading with a weak fizzle.

"You've never been fucked like this," Allen said, yanking her hair back, making her eyes snap open.

She couldn't answer. Her mouth just hung open, tongue wet, panting, broken.

"Tell them," he hissed. "Tell the palace what I did."

She choked out the words, slurring from pleasure. "He—he ruined me. F-fucked me like a beast. Oh gods... I'm still cumming…"

And she was. Her thighs twitched violently with aftershocks. Her whole body trembled as Allen buried himself again and again. The throne creaked louder now, dangerously so.

Fina leaned toward Elira, whispering in her ear. "You'll be next, pet. You'll watch him break her again and again… and know you were broken first."

Elira moaned, rubbing her soaked pussy through the sheer veil, unable to stop.

Rinni climbed up beside Allen and dragged her fingers along the Queen's ass, spreading her wider so she could watch every wet plunge. "She's gonna need a new throne after this."

Allen didn't stop. Didn't slow. He gripped Yssira's hips, one thumb circling her asshole now, teasing it with slick from her own juices. The Queen whimpered at the intrusion, but didn't resist. If anything, she pushed back.

"Greedy," Allen muttered.

She nodded desperately. "Yes. More. Ruin all of me."

He pressed in—just a thumb, just enough to stretch her—and her moan turned into a scream. Then his cock slammed back into her pussy, and she was cumming again, back arched like lightning had struck her. Her juices sprayed again, puddling under the throne.

Fina and Rinni both stared, flushed.

"Elira," Allen said without turning.

"Yes, Master," she breathed, immediately on all fours and crawling closer.

"Clean her."

Elira didn't hesitate. She leaned in beneath the Queen and began to lap at the slick mess dripping down Yssira's thighs, moaning softly as she tasted the blend of royal arousal and Allen's cock. Yssira twitched but didn't stop her. Couldn't.

Allen's cock throbbed inside her. He was close.

The Queen whimpered again. "Don't pull out. Please—don't waste it. I want it."

Allen groaned, then gritted his teeth, grabbing both her wrists and pinning them to the throne's backrest as he thrust harder, faster, drilling into her like a conqueror planting a flag. The slap of his hips was obscene. Wet, rapid, sloshy. Her cunt was a mess of cream and heat, and her moans devolved into gasping sobs of joy.

"Take it," he growled. "Take every fucking drop."

And he came.

Balls tightening, cock pulsing, he flooded her with a roar, burying it to the hilt as her insides milked him like she was starving for it. The Queen gasped like a drowning woman drinking salvation, back arching as the heat filled her.

She collapsed forward onto the throne like a ragdoll.

Allen pulled out slowly, his cock glistening with their filth. A thick stream of cum drooled from the Queen's wrecked pussy, sliding down her thighs in slow, lewd streaks.

Silence.

No one dared move.

Even the shadows held their breath.

Yssira turned her head, cheek resting on velvet. Her hair was a mess. Her lips trembled.

"Again," she whispered.

Allen smirked. "Oh, we're not done."

Fina chuckled darkly. "Didn't even crown the man, and she's already addicted."

Rinni clapped her hands once. "Queen of Sluts has arrived!"

Allen stepped back and let the Queen fall fully to her knees before the throne. She turned herself without being told, lifting her face to him with hollowed pride and glistening need. Cum still drooled from between her legs.

"Look at her," Allen said, gesturing toward Yssira as if she were a masterpiece. "The crown isn't a seat anymore. It's a position—on her knees."

And as the Queen bowed her head again, the tattoos along her spine flickered one last time—then went dead.

Broken. Freed. Owned.

He turned to the others. "We're not done cleansing this palace."

Rinni giggled. "How many floors left?"

Fina smirked. "Just enough for a kingdom-wide orgasm."

Allen cracked his neck and buckled his pants again, only half-interested in keeping them on.

"Elira. Fina. Rinni. Bring me the princesses next."

Because the throne might be conquered...

But the royal bloodline hadn't finished cumming yet.