The rival priestess stood frad in the broken archway—tall, regal, cloaked in violet silks that shimred like moonlight. Her horns were polished. Her robes untouched. Her presence reeked of superiority.
Until she took her first step forward.
SPLAT—
Her sandal landed in a pool of cum.
She paused. Looked down. Eyed the chaos ahead.
Dozens of lizardwon—forr warriors, sacred acolytes, highborn matrons—were sprawled across the once-holy floor, twitching and moaning, bellies full, thighs stained white, tongues lolling out in dumb, blissed-out surrender.
And in the center of it all...
Allen.
Naked.
Dripping.
Radiating godlike, sexual energy like heat off magma.
He was lounging on the temple throne now—legs spread, a pair of twin priestesses worshiping his cock from either side, their tongues lapping in sync as if in prayer.
The High Priestess scoffed.
"So this is the man who dares desecrate the Temple of Scale?"
Allen didn’t even look up. He was too busy letting one of the girls gargle on his head while the other nuzzled his shaft like it was sacred scripture.
"Desecrate?" he muttered lazily. "Nah, babe. I’m just making it holy the right way."
Her nostrils flared. "You think corrupting these won makes you powerful? I serve Xil’ssa, the goddess of virtue. I do not bend to mortal filth."
Allen finally looked at her.
Cock twitching.
Girls still slurping.
And he smirked.
"You’re already bending," he said. "You just don’t know it yet."
She marched forward—each step squishing through orgy fluids, her pride crumbling a little more. But she would not show it. Not in front of him. Not in front of these defiled whores.
"You’ll pay for this blasphemy," she hissed, stepping up to the throne. "I ca here to purify—"
Allen interrupted by snapping his fingers.
The priestess kneeling by his cock turned and SPIT a thick glob of cum right at the High Priestess’s chest.
SPLAT—
It hit her silks. Slowly began to soak through.
She gasped. Looked down in horror as the hot, sticky ss oozed into the fabric... and ward her skin.
A tingle.
Then a pulse.
Her nipples tightened beneath the robes.
"No—this is so kind of dark spell—!"
Allen stood.
His shadow fell over her.
And she froze.
Because now, up close, she saw it.
His cock.
Massive. Veins glowing. Still slick with sacred girljuice. And—worse—her body was reacting. She felt her thighs clench. Her womb throbbed. Her pussy... leaked.
"You ca to purify ," Allen said, stepping forward until his cock brushed her hip. "Then get on your knees and start cleansing."
"I—I will not—!"
He gripped her jaw.
Tight.
Commanding.
And whispered:
"Kneel."
Her knees buckled instantly.
She fell. Robes fluttered. Her legs spread.
And to her own horror—
She moaned.
"Strip her."
The priestesses obeyed. Like vultures to at, they tore at her silks—ripping away her holiness in layers.
Robes—gone.
Sash—gone.
Golden circlet—snatched and tossed aside.
Until all that remained was a trembling, furious woman, naked and glistening with sha. Her nipples were hard. Her pussy betrayed her, dripping onto the cum-slick stone.
Allen grabbed her by the hair and slapped his cock against her cheek.
THWAP—THWAP—SLAP!
"You talk big," he muttered, dragging his shaft across her lips, "but your cunt’s screaming louder than your mouth ever could."
She shuddered.
"Open up."
"I—"
SLAP. He slapped her with his cock again.
"Open."
She obeyed.
Mouth wide. Tongue out. Eyes burning with fury... and arousal.
He shoved it in.
GLRRGHHKK—!!!
Her throat expanded like a snake’s jaw as he ramd deep, hands on her scalp, hips grinding rcilessly.
"Blessed are the sluts," he growled. "For they shall choke on holy dick."
He face-fucked her like she wasn’t royalty. Like she wasn’t sacred. Like she was just another slut for the temple.
And soon, she was.
Her eyes glazed over. Drool spilled. Her fingernails clawed at his thighs—not to stop, but to hold on.
He pulled out—POP!—and slapped his cock on her tongue, saring her own spit and his pre-cum across her lips.
Then he turned her.
Bent her over the throne.
And spread her.
"Still a virgin back here?" he taunted, thumbing her twitching asshole.
She whimpered.
He spat.
SSPLT—SCHLOP—THRUST!
"NNNGGHH—!!"
She howled as he buried his cock in her ass, the stretch almost too much—but Allen didn’t stop. Not when the crowd had gathered. Not when his priestesses began to chant.
"Breed her! Break her! Make her holy!"
He pounded her ass like it was made for him.
THWACK—THWACK—THRRRUUMMPP!!
Her rings jingled.
Her tail flailed.
Her pride shattered.
Allen grabbed her waist.
And activated penis enlargent one last ti.
His cock throbbed, grew, bulged inside her. She scread—twitched—ca instantly.
"Too late to purify anything," he whispered. "Your goddess is mine now."
He slamd in once, twice—then exploded.
SSHHHLLLOOOORRTCHHH!!
Hot cum flooded her ass. Overflowed. Shot out in pulses. Dripped down her thighs, onto the throne, into the cracks of the stone floor.
The High Priestess collapsed forward.
Eyes crossed.
Mouth gaping.
Ass leaking.
Broken.
Converted.
Allen stood tall, panting lightly, cock twitching, cum-slick and radiant.
He looked at the temple—his temple.
And at the endless line of won still waiting for their turn.
And grinned.
"Next."
The High Priestess lay twitching on the cracked stone altar, her body oozing cum from both ends, her once-pristine robes reduced to shredded, sen-soaked rags tangled around her ankles. Her holy pendant dangled from her neck, swaying gently with each twitch of her overstimulated body.
Allen stepped back, his cock still rock hard, still soaked in lizardgirl ass, glistening like a blasphemous idol. The room stank of sex—hot, sticky, divine. His eyes swept the temple chamber like a conquering warlord.
Around him, the temple had fully transford into a breeding pit.
Bodies writhed everywhere. Priestesses and guards fucked in piles. Acolytes squirted from the slightest touch. Thick white fluids pooled between the cracked stones, dripping off altars, running down carved pillars in slow, creamy streams.
The air pulsed with heat. The runes overhead sparked like they were short-circuiting on lust.
Then—
TAP. TAP. TAP.
Another set of footsteps.
Slow. Nervous. Curious.
Allen turned to see a line of fresh lizardfolk girls stepping through the side archway—young, untouched, their ceremonial sashes tight across their chests, scrolls clutched to their trembling arms. Temple apprentices, barely trained.
Their eyes went wide as they took in the sight: cum-soaked priestesses drooling, bodies humping mindlessly, Allen standing like a sex-god, cock thick, veiny, hanging between his thighs like a weapon of mass breeding.
One of them whimpered. Another bit her lip.
The tallest among them—green-scaled, with soft curves and wide hips made for breeding—stepped forward, fists clenched.
"We—we were told to bring incense for the cleansing ceremony," she stamred, eyes flicking down to Allen’s cock.
A drop of cum dripped from the head.
Plop.
She flinched.
Allen tilted his head. "You want a cleansing?" he asked, voice low and thick with filth. "I’ve got sothing hot and holy for your altar."
She blushed. Shook her head—but didn’t move.
"Y-you can’t just..." she whispered, but her thighs rubbed together, betraying her. "This isn’t how it’s supposed to go..."
Allen stepped closer.
"Funny," he said. "That’s what the others said too."
[Skill Activated: Penis Enlargent]
FWHOOOM—!!
His cock grew again. Thicker. Heavier. The skin pulled taut, veins bulging, the tip flaring like a beast waking up for round ten.
The apprentices gasped in unison.
One dropped her scrolls. Another whimpered.
The green-scaled leader tried to speak, but Allen was already in front of her.
He grabbed her sash and ripped it away in a single motion—RRRRIP!—exposing her full breasts, soft and wobbling with each breath. Her tail coiled instinctively, but it was too late. Allen pressed the tip of his cock against her belly, saring cum across her scales.
"Still want to run?" he asked, voice low.
She swallowed hard.
"I... I want to know what the others felt," she whispered. "Even if it hurts."
Allen didn’t wait for more.
He spun her around and bent her over a broken bench, her ass raised, her slit twitching and untouched. Her tail lifted on instinct, exposing everything.
He spread her open with two fingers—SPLLTCH——then spat, the glob landing between her lips and sliding down like oil.
SPRTCH—SQUELCH—!
He pushed in slowly.
And she scread.
"NNNNGH—f-fuck—it’s—too big—!"
Her virgin walls stretched impossibly wide, hugging him like a vice. Allen groaned, gripping her hips as he sank inch after inch into her trembling, gasping body.
"You’ll take it," he growled. "You’ll take every inch, and you’ll thank when your belly’s full."
THWACK—THWACK—THRRRUMP—!!
He began pounding her. Her cries echoed through the chamber, high-pitched and needy, her words dissolving into babble.
"Too much—too full—gods—I can’t—he’s—fucking——open—!"
Her belly bulged slightly with every thrust, her legs shaking uncontrollably.
Allen leaned down, licked the back of her neck, and bit her shoulder—just enough to make her yelp.
The apprentices watching?
Frozen.
One had a hand between her legs, fingering herself without even realizing.
Another was already on her knees, crawling forward, drooling slightly.
Allen didn’t stop.
He gripped the green girl’s tail, used it as a handle, and pounded harder.
SLAP—SLAP—SPLRTCH—SQUELCH—!!
She ca—violently—her eyes rolling back, her juices squirting across the bench, making it shine.
He pulled out—SPLLRRT!—and ca across her back in thick, white ropes.
Then pointed at the next girl.
"You," he said. "Open your mouth."
She hesitated, but her lips parted.
He grabbed her by the back of the head and shoved her face into the cum-slicked pussy of the one he just finished breeding.
"Clean her."
She whimpered—and obeyed.
SSLLLLRP—SCHLCH—GLRRP.
The moans that followed were sacred.
By the ti Allen sat back on the throne again, another dozen girls had entered.
More apprentices. Matrons. Curious townsfolk.
Even a scarred female guard from earlier—limping, but hungry for more.
They ca not to pray.
But to be bred.
The temple now shook from the weight of the debauchery. Runes pulsed wildly. So had exploded. Others had lted. The air was heavy with the perfu of sex, thick with moans, slaps, splashes, and the wettest, most obscene noises ever echoed through sacred halls.
Allen stroked his cock lazily, watching the next round of priestesses make out around a cum-coated idol, fingering themselves as they begged for his attention.
And then...
BOOM—!!
A shockwave rippled through the temple.
From the heart of the city, distant but closing fast.
Sothing else was coming.
Sothing big.
But Allen didn’t flinch.
He just stood, cracked his neck, and grabbed the next trembling girl by the waist.
"If they want to stop," he muttered, sliding his cock between her soaked thighs, "they better bring an army."
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