NTR: Stealing wives in Another World-Chapter 137: Lizardmen hospitality

Allen’s eyelids fluttered. The dim, bluish glow of the den filtered into his vision like moonlight through water. Everything felt too soft, too still... and too damp.

His body ached. Not the sharp, blinding pain from before, but a dull, lingering throb across his back and ribs. As if someone had taken a giant club wrapped in seaweed and used him as a drum.

He groaned softly, then winced as he tried to sit up.

"H-Hey..." he rasped, blinking at the shapes looming over him. "If this is a dream, I rate it like... a six out of ten. Weird lighting. Kinda smells like fish."

A cluster of faces stared down at him.

They weren’t human.

Dark-scaled, long-snouted, and sharp-eyed—lizardmen. At least half a dozen, maybe more. All of them were watching him like he’d just grown a second head. Not with malice. Not quite with confusion either. More like... curiosity. Like a weird-colored fruit hanging off a tree they’d never seen before.

Allen cleared his throat.

"Okay, I know how this looks. I get it. ’Oh no, it’s a stinky surface dweller!’ But I’m not like the other humans."

They didn’t move.

"I mean it," he added, forcing himself up with a grunt, one hand pressed to his healing ribs. "I didn’t enslave beastkin. I didn’t burn villages. Hell, I’ve rescued more beastkin than I’ve hurt. So maybe—just maybe—don’t kill me this time?"

A tense silence hung in the water-logged air.

Then, unexpectedly... they kneeled.

All of them. Even the grizzled old warrior whose tail looked like it had snapped spears in half. One by one, the lizardmen lowered their heads and pressed their fists to their chests.

"We pledge on the name of Crytona," the elder rumbled. "Great Guardian of the Waves. Keeper of balance in all tides."

"By the words of the Daughter of the Tides," another intoned, "we recognize you, Allen of the surface, as an ally."

Allen blinked. "Wait—what? Seriously?"

"She asked us to care for you," the elder continued. "To protect you. Until you proved yourself. She claimed you were not like the others... and now, we have seen it for ourselves."

Another younger lizardman spoke up, his voice thick with shame. "We... we judged too quickly. We thought you had enslaved her. That her mindless state was your doing."

Allen shook his head slowly, eyes drifting toward the pool where Lunari floated.

She was spinning again, arms wide, singing to a piece of driftwood like it was her lover.

"You weren’t wrong," he whispered, voice tight with guilt. "I did... take her away. But not to hurt her. I wanted to help. I didn’t know she was poisoned. I thought she was just... odd."

"She saved you," said the elder. "With her own blood. And her pearl."

Allen’s hand instinctively moved to his chest, where the faint heat of the pearl still pulsed beneath his skin like a second heartbeat.

"Yeah... she did," he murmured.

There was another silence. Not awkward—solemn.

"We will no longer treat you as an enemy," said the elder. "You are welcome in our den, Allen. And we will honor her words... until she speaks them again herself."

Allen exhaled deeply, letting himself fall back into the bed of soft kelp with a groan.

"Cool. Awesome. Good to know I’m not getting filleted like a sea bass today."

A chuckle escaped one of the lizardmen. Just one. But it was real.

Allen closed his eyes for a moment, letting the calm wash over him like a rising tide. His body was still wrecked, but his spirit—bruised and bleeding—finally felt a little less alone in this strange, dangerous world.

And somewhere in the background, Lunari sneezed loudly, then started giggling at the splash it made.

Allen was finally breathing without pain. The kelp-bed cradled him like a marshmallow mattress dipped in eucalyptus, and for once, nobody was trying to whip him. It was almost... peaceful.

That is, until she walked in.

A female lizardfolk stepped into the den, her scales shimmering with hues of deep jade and ocean black. Her hips swayed subtly with each step, the curve of her long tail trailing behind her like a lazy river. She held a small plate fashioned from an iridescent shell, its surface piled with glistening morsels—bright blue fruit the size of cherry tomatoes, and strips of dried, spiced fish.

Allen’s stomach grumbled before his brain could even process the details. But it wasn’t just the food that drew his eyes.

She wore only a simple woven loincloth around her hips, and across her chest, a loose criss-cross of leather strips that didn’t even pretend to hide the supple, scale-dusted mounds beneath. The fabric clung more like a tease than an outfit, leaving plenty of firm, green cleavage exposed, as if daring the gaze.

Allen blinked.

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Then blinked again.

The heat in his face was instant—and unfortunately, not the only place where heat was rising. Beneath the mossy blanket, his body betrayed him. His cock stirred like a curious serpent, twitching as the image burned into his mind.

Damn it, not now, he silently cursed, willing his lower half to chill the hell out.

But it was already too late.

One of the younger lizardmen—a teen maybe, with wide golden eyes—pointed.

"Ohh~" he snickered, flicking his tongue. "The human has a swelling spear!"

"By Crytona," another muttered, raising his brow ridge.

Allen’s face went redder than a sun-dried beet.

"It’s not—I mean, I didn’t—" He flailed a hand, mortified. "Look, it’s natural! I’m injured! It’s a body reaction! Biology and, uh—healing hormones!"

The lizardmen stared blankly.

The lizardwoman simply tilted her head, utterly unfazed. She knelt beside him, placing the plate of food near his chest, her voice a low, melodic purr. "This fruit is called Zerika. Sweet like moon nectar, but with a salt twist. Eat. It’ll help your blood sing again."

"Y-Yeah, totally. Blood singing. That’s what we need. Totally not... anything else."

He picked up one of the glowing blue fruits, hoping to use it as a distraction from the embarrassment still pulsing under the blanket. The taste was instantly addicting—like candied mango dipped in sea salt and sunshine.

She leaned closer. "If you swell again," she whispered, lips curling just slightly, "perhaps the heat is returning to your strength."

Allen nearly choked on the fruit.

The lizardwoman stood and walked away without another word, tail swaying hypnotically behind her.

Allen slumped back, still chewing, his cheeks burning.

The elder beside him chuckled. "Careful, human. Lanuza has that effect on many."

"You could’ve warned me."

"I thought it was obvious."

Allen groaned.

Maybe recovering in a lizardfolk village wasn’t going to be so bad after all... if he could survive it without bursting something.

The elder’s gaze lowered again. Right at the tent Allen’s crotch was pitching under the mossy blanket.

Allen shifted uncomfortably. "Okay, listen, I can explain—"

The elder raised a hand, his expression oddly serene. "There is no shame, human." Then he turned to the side and snapped his clawed fingers once, the sharp sound echoing lightly through the reed-walled room. "We believe in balance. The body and soul must both be cared for. You are our guest... and we offer full hospitality."

Before Allen could even process what that meant, another young lizardman peeked in through the flap curtain.

"Bring her," the elder commanded.

The lizardman gave a sharp nod and vanished like a darting fish.

Allen blinked. "Uhm. Who’s ’her’?"

The elder gave him a small smile, ancient and knowing. "You’ll see."

A few tense moments passed. Allen tried to sit up but winced—his muscles still sore. The fruit had helped, but he wasn’t exactly in top shape.

Then the curtain rustled.

And in she stepped.

She was... breathtaking. A tall lizardwoman, even more statuesque than Lanuza. Her scales shimmered in sultry obsidian with an underglow of royal blue, each curve of her body glistening like polished stone. She wore a golden ring through one nostril and several more along her long, whip-thin tail. Her hips rolled like waves as she walked, wide and womanly, with thick thighs that looked like they could crush a man’s skull if he asked nicely.

Her breasts were full and heavy, barely contained by a netted wrap of seaweed-like fiber, each bounce threatening to undo the fragile weave with every step. Her stomach was toned and sleek, her belly button pierced with a dangling pearl. Golden eyes glowed under a crest of frilled, crown-like fins that framed her face in a wild halo.

Allen’s cock twitched again.

Of course it did.

She noticed.

Her lips parted, tongue slowly sliding across her bottom lip, forked at the tip.

"My name is Xiva," she purred, voice rich like honey trickling over hot stone. "I am here to tend to the needs of our honored guest." She tilted her head and stepped closer. "Are you... in need, human?"

Allen swallowed hard. "Uhhh... define ’need’...?"

The elder chuckled again from the corner. "We leave you in her care. She has... many skills."

Allen turned back to her, Xiva now standing so close he could feel the heat radiating off her skin—so warm and electric it made his head spin.

She leaned down, face inches from his. "First, we make sure your body is healed..." Her eyes dropped pointedly below the blanket. "Every part of it."

Allen wasn’t sure if this was a dream, a fever, or some kind of divine lizard goddess seduction ritual.

But he wasn’t complaining.

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