NTR: Stealing wives in Another World

"Fina," Allen murmured, voice low like thunder rumbling through the silk-hung chamber.

The catkin was still licking her claws clean of the High Priestess's slick, her golden eyes gleaming with lazy hunger. "Mm?"

"Something's watching us."

Rinni's floppy ears twitched instantly. She peeled herself off Allen's thigh with a wet shlorp and stood unsteadily, thighs sticky and trembling. "Uh oh. Not more spider bitches, right?"

"No," Allen growled, his gaze locked beyond the temple's archway, into the mist-wrapped trees. "Something else."

The jungle outside had gone quiet—no birds, no bugs, no breeze. Just thick, wet heat and a creeping stillness that coiled around the edges of instinct.

The remaining spiderkin priestesses, now drunk on shame and cum, slumped against the columns or clung to one another like broken dolls. None of them noticed the dark shape lurking just beyond the vine-covered threshold. But Allen did.

He stepped forward, bare, glistening, and still half-hard. The High Priestess whimpered from the altar behind him, her hips jerking at even the sound of his footfalls. He ignored her.

"Come out," he said, voice sharp like a whip crack. "I'm not in the mood to chase."

The vines parted—not from movement, but as if the jungle itself exhaled. Out stepped a woman. No, not quite. Her figure shimmered like oil on water. Barefoot. Cloaked in something that wasn't fabric, but shadows sewn into form. Her eyes gleamed violet. And her smile? Way too calm for someone walking into a freshly defiled temple.

"You reek of sex and ruin," she said, her voice a sultry purr, both amused and unimpressed. "Lovely."

Allen cocked an eyebrow. "You here to judge me, watch, or join in?"

She smiled wider. "None of the above. I'm here to warn you."

Fina tensed beside him, now fully alert. Rinni blinked, then tilted her head. "Warn him? Girl, you're about five creampies too late for that."

The woman's eyes slid toward the altar. "This temple… was a buffer. A seal. You've corrupted it. Freed something." She stepped forward. The vines behind her didn't close. "And now it's crawling upward. Toward you."

Allen didn't flinch. "Good. I'm getting bored of sticky virgins anyway."

But the jungle shuddered. Deep beneath the roots, something shifted. A sound like bones grinding underwater echoed up through the stone floor.

The woman's expression darkened. "You think this game you're playing has rules. It doesn't. What's coming next doesn't want sex. Doesn't want worship. It wants everything."

Allen just laughed. "I'll fuck that too if I have to."

The woman stared for a beat. Then she smiled—genuinely. "You might be the perfect poison."

And just like that, she vanished. No smoke, no light, just—gone. The vines finally slithered closed.

Fina exhaled slowly. "That wasn't a normal bitch."

Rinni shivered. "My tail's tingling. And not in the good way."

Allen turned back toward the altar, where the High Priestess had started to stir, her voice a ragged whisper through swollen lips. "She… wasn't lying. You've broken it. The seal's gone."

He walked toward her, calm, casual, dripping filth. "Then tell me where it's headed."

She looked up at him, eyes wide with fear—and something else. "North. Beneath the ash mountains. There's… a sunken ruin. We called it the Hollow Nest."

Fina's ears twitched. "Sounds cozy."

Rinni grinned. "Bet there's a hot spring."

Allen cracked his knuckles, cock twitching with anticipation. "Good. Then we're going hunting."

Behind them, the temple lights flickered. The jungle let out a low, hungry moan.

And in the north, far beyond the treetops, something woke up.

Something that hadn't been fucked.

Yet.

The jungle's breath grew hotter behind them as the temple faded into silence, a violated monument now soaked in ruin and thick with the scent of Allen's conquest. The priestesses were left broken and whimpering, some clinging to the altar, others too far gone to do anything but twitch. Allen didn't glance back. He had marked the temple. It would remember.

Fina padded ahead through the twisted foliage, her tail flicking with sharp interest. "So, this ruin thingy—we just gonna walk up to it and knock? Or are we gonna drop out of the trees like horny demons again?"

Rinni skipped beside her, humming, her hair still tangled with drying cum. "I hope it's full of girls who think they're too good for us. It's more fun when they act all snooty before crying."

Allen moved at a steady pace, muscles slick with sweat, cock finally soft for the first time in hours—but it twitched with every step. He could feel it, whatever that woman had warned him about. Not fear, no. Anticipation. Something beneath the mountains was calling. And he was the answer.

They camped under a tangle of glowing root trees that pulsed with soft light, where Fina curled up beside Allen, and Rinni sprawled across his legs like a needy pup. Neither needed sex tonight—they were full, overflowing—but both refused to sleep away from his warmth.

In the dark, Allen stared at the stars. They didn't look right here. Like something had shifted.

The next day, they crossed into a different terrain—blackened stone littered with bones, some still fresh, some fused into the earth itself. Ash clung to their skin, mixing with sweat. The air smelled like burnt silk.

"This place is gross," Rinni mumbled, hopping over a cracked skull. "But also kinda hot?"

"It's cursed," Fina said, her voice low. Her pupils were wide, ears twitching every few seconds. "Something's watching us."

"Let it watch," Allen muttered. "If it's got a pussy, I'll make it weep."

By sundown, they saw the first sign. A stone pillar, crooked and half-swallowed by dirt. Spidery script wrapped around it in a dead language, but Allen didn't need a translation. It was a warning. He pissed on it as they passed.

Then came the voices. Not whispers—giggles. High-pitched and fluttery, like mocking children echoing through stone.

Fina growled low. "Illusions."

Rinni clutched Allen's arm tighter. "Or bait."

And then they found her.

Naked. Pale. Web patterns inked into her skin like tattoos. She sat on a crumbled step at the entrance to a deep, yawning cavern—legs spread, hair cascading in silky gray sheets, and eight thin spider legs curled protectively around her body. Her eyes gleamed when she saw Allen.

"I've been waiting for you," she said sweetly.

Allen stepped forward. "Name?"

"Syza," she purred. "I'm the bait."

Before Fina could snap something, the stone beneath them rippled. Not shook—moved, like liquid. Rinni yelped, springing into Allen's arms as black threads exploded from the shadows. Not ropes. Not vines. Webs. Sentient, slick, and twitching.

Dozens.

No—hundreds of spiderkin began crawling out from the rock itself, silent, beautiful, terrifying. Not broken temple virgins like before. These ones were armored in silk and bone, eyes glowing, weapons carved from carapace.

Syza laughed, lifting one delicate hand.

"He's here!" she sang out. "The breaker! The defiler! The one who fucked the seal undone!"

Allen grinned, cracking his neck. "Finally. An audience."

Fina's claws came out with a soft snikt. Rinni bared her teeth.

"You came," Syza whispered as the swarm circled them. "You really came."

"I'm gonna do it again," Allen said darkly. "But this time, you're all gonna feel it."

The swarm moved at once, not to attack—but to kneel.

One by one, the spiderkin dropped, their weapons set down, their heads bowed low. Even Syza lowered her gaze, trembling.

"You were foretold," she whispered. "In the Webmother's dreams. The man who would defile the Hollow Nest. The only one who could breed her daughters into obedience."

Allen blinked.

Rinni snorted. "Okay but like—why's that kinda hot though."

Fina smirked. "Told you. Snooty girls who wanna be ruined."

Allen stepped forward, towering over the kneeling spiderkin, his presence thick with sweat, ash, and dominance.

"Show me the Hollow Nest," he said. "And line up your strongest."

Syza rose, smiling so wide it was almost madness. "She'll be pleased, Master."

And in the darkness of the sunken ruin, the Webmother opened her eyes for the first time in a thousand years… and smiled.