NTR: Stealing wives in Another World-Chapter 132: Airhead (18+)

Allen didn’t stop. Not when her legs twitched. Not when her breath bubbled out of her in short gasps. Not even when her tail thrashed like she was trying to swim away from the pleasure surging up her spine.

With slow, deliberate fingers, he slid his hands down her soft hips. Then, without warning, he grabbed her from underneath and spread her wide open.

Splrshhh—florrrtch.

Her poor pussy, already stretched and slick from his first pounding, peeled open again like a flower in bloom. The folds were puffy and glistening, trembling with each little pulse. Her body gave a full jolt, her lips parted in a dazed "Ooooh!" as she looked down at herself.

"Wha—what are you doing?!" she squeaked, cheeks burning pink. "That’s—n-not supposed to be... that wide, right?"

Allen grinned, lowering his face between her legs. "You ever see a clam get pried open at a seafood bar?"

Her brows scrunched up. "Sea-food bar? Is that like... where clams go to drink?"

He blinked. "...Sure."

Her cunt twitched.

Florp.

The way her folds pulsed and fluttered open made it look like her body couldn’t even decide what to do with all the new sensations. She moaned again, hips wiggling, voice light and breathy like she didn’t know if she was hurting or melting.

"It feels w-weird," she mumbled, dazed. "Kinda tingly... but also like my belly’s getting poked from the inside..."

"That’s ’cause you’re wide open," Allen said, thumbing her folds to watch them twitch. "I made this gap. I’m gonna keep it open till it remembers me."

Lunari gave him a dreamy, fluttering blink. "You’re gonna live in my... gap?"

"Not what I meant, sweetheart."

She let out a soft giggle—then gasped as he lined himself up again, cock brushing against her spread, sensitive entrance.

"Wait, I-I don’t think it’ll fit anymore—"

He pushed in.

SHLLRRMP.

Her whole body arched, mouth gaping in silent surprise. Her tail flipped wildly, sending little currents swirling around them. She squealed, then moaned, then squealed again.

"A-Allen! A-Aahh—how are you still going?! It feels like you’re poking my thoughts!"

"You’re still open," he said, pressing deeper. "That means I still have room."

THMP. THMP. Squelch. THRMP.

The sounds were deliciously wet, her cunt slapping against his hips with every thrust. The ocean muffled nothing. Her insides rippled and clung to him like her body didn’t know how to let go. The way she kept gasping and giggling between moans made it even worse—like she was too airy to even realize how filthy it was.

"Y-You’re... you’re stirring me up..." she whimpered, her fingers grabbing his shoulders like she was afraid she might float away.

"I’m mixing your guts, bubble brain."

She blinked. "My... bubble what?"

Allen just chuckled.

SLAP. Squelch. SLAP.

He folded her legs up, pushing her thighs against her chest, watching as her belly flexed under the pressure. Her pussy was wide and used, but it still clung like it was trying to pull him even deeper.

"It’s so warm," she moaned, eyes fluttering. "Is it normal to feel warm down there underwater?"

"You’re not normal," Allen said, licking his lips. "You’re mine."

She giggled again, even as tears welled in the corners of her eyes. Her lips trembled. "I-I think I’m... oohhh... about to do the squirty thing..."

He grunted, burying deeper.

Then—

She blinked like something clicked. "W-Wait! Allen! We have to go!"

"Huh?"

"T-To the Cradle! Remember? You promised! We can’t be late!"

Allen paused inside her, cock still twitching from the heat. "...You’re really thinking about that right now?"

She looked up at him with the most innocent, dazed smile. "Y-Yeah. But also I want you to finish. Like... the other kind of finish. Both kinds!"

He stared at her, dumbfounded. Then smirked. "Alright. Let’s do both."

He slammed back in.

WHMP. SLRRRTP. THMP. SPLRRRRTCH.

Her moan turned into a bubbly squeal. "Eeep!! You’re gonna break me!"

"You’re already cracked open like a softshell egg, sweetheart."

"What’s a softshell?"

He didn’t answer. He was too busy pounding her now.

Each thrust pushed her body to its limit, her gaped pussy making loud, messy, wet schlop sounds underwater as it rippled around him. Her slit was stretched, open, twitching with every deep push.

CLAP. WHUMP. FLORP. CLAP.

"W-Wait—A-Ahhh! Where are you gonna—ohhhnn—!" she moaned.

"Where do you want it?" Allen growled, voice thick. "On your belly? On your face? Inside that bubbly little tunnel?"

She blinked. "Huh? Whichever’s easier for you~!"

Bad answer.

He slammed in hard.

"EEEEE—!"

And released.

SPPLLLLRTCHHHHHHHHHHHH.

Thick streams poured inside her, flooding her already gaped walls. Her body spasmed like a fish caught in a net, and her moans turned into incoherent babble. Her belly twitched with each pulse of warmth spilling into her, and her pussy gushed in return, releasing a jet of clear slick into the sea.

She sagged against him, chest rising and falling with each shaky breath. Her legs floated limply. Her slit stayed wide open, completely spent, leaking milky clouds into the water.

Allen rubbed her thigh and gave her a cocky smile. "Think we finished that one."

"Mhmm..." she nodded, dopey and floating. "We finished it sooo good..." freёwebnoѵel.com

Then her eyes widened again. "Wait! The Cradle! We gotta go now! Right now!"

Allen snorted. "Guess I better carry you, huh?"

"Y-Yeah. My fins feel all jelly~..."

Lunari clung to Allen’s chest like a sleepy barnacle, arms loose around his neck, her tail drifting lazily behind her. She was smiling like someone who just got rocked into another plane of existence, eyes half-lidded and soft, lips still parted from the gasping moans of minutes before.

Allen adjusted his grip, wrapping one arm under her soft thighs while the other pressed to the small of her back. Her fins twitched faintly, barely fluttering in the current.

"Your fins aren’t working," he muttered.

"Mhmm... they’re napping," she replied, pressing her cheek against his shoulder with a dreamy sigh. "You made them all sleepy..."

"Guess I’ll swim us both, then. Like carrying a soggy anime waifu," he grumbled.

Her ears perked faintly. "What’s a waify? Is that a kind of sponge?"

He chuckled, shaking his head. "Not important."

They drifted downward.

The water grew darker, thicker, cooler.

It was like slipping into a dream—not cold enough to be dangerous, but just enough to feel like they were passing through layers of slumbering magic. The seabed below them glowed with faint blue algae, but what really caught Allen’s eye was the Cradle itself.

Even from a distance, it stood like a throne carved from coral and mystery—huge sweeping spires of black stone and bioluminescent vines, coiled protectively around a shimmering pearl the size of a wagon wheel. That pearl pulsed gently with a rhythm almost like breathing. And each pulse... got brighter.

Ba-dum... ba-dum...

The closer they got, the more that pulse resonated in his chest. Allen squinted. Something was off. The water around them shimmered—not from sunlight, but from something older.

Lunari whimpered softly in his arms.

"Allen... do you hear it too?"

"Hear what?"

She blinked up at him, looking almost frightened now, but still dazed. "The singing."

At first, he thought she meant the echo of currents or maybe just pressure in his ears. But then—

"...come home... fell down... you broke the shell..."

Allen froze mid-stroke. His heart thudded in his chest.

"What the hell..."

"...drift below... forget the sky... mother waits where oceans cry..."

The words came like whispers on the edge of sleep. Feminine, high-pitched, layered with harmony and distortion like a cracked music box.

Lunari shivered.

"I don’t like it when they sing with half-words..." she said quietly. "It means something’s awake."

Allen squinted at the Cradle. That pearl wasn’t just glowing anymore—it was singing. Not out loud, but directly into his brain. Each note tickled his thoughts. Each pause stretched like it was pulling at something forgotten inside him.

He drifted closer, kicking slowly, one arm still holding Lunari like a sleepy bride and the other reaching out toward the light.

And then— the light surged.

It didn’t just glow—it blossomed, like someone had shattered a sun inside the pearl.

The water turned white.

For a moment, Allen couldn’t see. Couldn’t move. Could barely think.

But he could hear.

"...he comes with breath and broken spine..."

"...the thief who dares disturb her time..."

"...the hands that cut, the tongue that sings... bring ruin to the deepest things..."

He shook his head violently, blinking as the light dimmed just enough to let him see again.

The Cradle was right in front of them now—huge, ancient, awe-inspiring. The pearl atop it glowed like a moon trapped underwater, and the vines wrapped around it looked like they were... moving. Slowly. Breathing.

"What is this place..." Allen muttered.

Lunari opened one eye sleepily and glanced toward the pearl. "Mmm... I dunno. Mom said never to go near it unless it was really really really important. Also, she said it talks funny and makes you feel itchy in your brain."

"That’s not itchy," Allen said flatly. "That’s like someone whispering riddles in my spine."

"Ooooh, spooky..."

"Are you seriously not freaked out?"

"I’m too full of you to be scared right now~," she giggled softly, tail curling lazily around his thigh.

He stared at her. "That might be the dumbest and most adorable thing I’ve ever heard."

She gave a proud hum, like she just won a prize for it.

"...he bears the salt... he drinks the blood... he brings the storm and stains the flood..."

The words pulsed again, this time a little louder. Allen could feel them trying to push inside his thoughts—like a siren song played in reverse. Like something down here remembered his name before he even said it.

"What’s this place guarding?" he murmured.

Lunari blinked slowly, then pointed to a faint opening beneath the throne-like coral structure. A narrow crack in the seabed, like a tunnel. Faint pink light glowed from within.

"That’s where it starts," she whispered. "That’s the way to the... to the..."

She trailed off.

"...to the what?"

She frowned. "I forgot."

Allen narrowed his eyes. Something was wrong. He felt it deep in his gut.

Then—

"...take her down... don’t let her scream... her blood will wake the ancient dream..."

Allen clutched Lunari tighter.

Whatever lay below, it didn’t just want him.

It wanted her.

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