The altar still pulsed with heat. Slick bodies collapsed around Allen like petals after a storm—angel wings limp, pussies dripping, halos cracked and scattered like shattered glass.
But Allen wasn’t done.
Not even close.
The corrupted goddess—once the radiant queen of the heavens—was now crouched beside him like a loyal pet, mouth agape and drooling cum. Her glowing eyes were locked on his cock, still wet and twitching, a divine relic of its own.
"This... is your new gospel," she whispered, voice ragged and bliss-heavy. "His cock... his command... his cum."
Allen cracked his neck.
"Let’s make it official."
He stepped forward, standing atop the altar, and lifted the goddess by her hair, dragging her upright. Her legs buckled, but she moaned instead of resisting.
"To all of you," Allen shouted, voice booming across the golden clouds above, "you are no longer bound by old rites or hymns. Your purpose is now this—"
He grabbed the black-winged angel by her throat, forced her down on all fours, and shoved the head of his cock between her ass cheeks.
"To serve my cock."
SPLRCH—!
She gasped—then scread. The sound was divine.
"Unhallowed!" cried the older angel, watching with a trembling lip. "You desecrate the sanctum!"
"Sanctum?" Allen grunted as he bottod out in the black-winged girl’s tight ass. "This is a breeding pit now."
He pounded her, balls slapping against her thighs, while the corrupted goddess crawled to the next angel and forced her to watch. The petite one whimpered, arousal soaking her thighs.
"I wanna learn," she whispered. "Train ."
Allen yanked the chain from before and looped it around her neck.
"You’ll start on your knees."
He pulled her forward and sared his cock—fresh outta ass—against her lips.
"Clean it."
She obeyed.
SLURRP—GLURK—GAG—
She choked, but kept licking, moaning as the taste of divine corruption filled her mouth. Cum and rectal slick glistened on her tongue.
The stoic angel finally moved.
Silently, she dropped to her knees and presented her asshole, spreading her cheeks like a seasoned whore.
Allen raised a brow.
"Damn. Fast learner."
SMACK.
He slapped her ass and spat on it.
anwhile, the older angel—despite her pride—had fallen to her back, robes torn open. Her pussy pulsed with need.
"I am wisdom incarnate," she whispered, breath trembling. "And yet... I ache. Please... use like the others."
Allen stepped over her, pressed his cock to her lips, and smiled down.
"Say you’re just another cum rag."
She hesitated. Then—
"I’m a cum rag for your pleasure, Master."
SPURT.
She got a faceful—again. Allen didn’t even fuck her yet. Just marked her.
"Baptized by seed," the corrupted goddess whispered, moaning as she fingered herself with two hands now. Her halo had lted into a puddle of gold.
Allen spread his arms.
"You want heaven? This is heaven. No prayers. No hymns. Just holes and obedience."
The angels scread as they ca. Simultaneously.
The altar exploded with a wave of divine light, not from holiness—but orgasm. The clouds rumbled, and sothing higher stirred.
But Allen didn’t stop.
He grabbed the stoic one—now dripping, her ass gaping—and spun her around. Her mouth t his cock while her fingers slid into her own used hole, sobbing from bliss.
The others ford a circle.
Each on their knees.
Each stroking themselves or licking one another.
And in the middle—Allen stood, cock glistening, crownless goddess suckling at his balls.
He had broken heaven.
And he was gonna rebuild it.
One cum-drunk angel at a ti.
The golden clouds above bled pink, stained by lust. The heavens had no more hymns—only wet slaps, gurgled moans, and the squelch of dripping holes overwheld by divine cock.
Allen sat like a king on the altar’s edge, his legs spread wide, and three angels worshipping him like he was their only god. Their halos floated crooked and dim above their heads—if they still glowed at all. Their eyes were glazed with hunger, mouths stretched wide, gagging and drooling all over his shaft and balls as they took turns stuffing his cock down their throats.
"Sloppy," Allen growled, tugging one by her silver-blonde hair. "You’re drooling like you’ve forgotten what a real throat job looks like."
The angel sputtered around his tip, tears streaking her cheeks as spit pooled down her chin and over her breasts. "Mmmph—s-sorry, Master—"
He yanked her off with a wet pop, strings of spit trailing from his cock to her tongue, and shoved the next one forward without a word. She practically impaled herself on him, choking imdiately.
GLLK—GLLK—GGRKHH—!!
Allen looked down at the ss of holy won fighting to choke on him and smirked. "You girls were singing hymns hours ago. Now you’re fighting over dick like starved sluts."
Behind him, the corrupted goddess was on all fours, being spit-roasted by a forr rival priestess and a cum-covered guardian angel. Her wings twitched violently with each brutal thrust, ass clapping with loud SLAP SLAP SLAP sounds as her pussy was hamred open.
"Breed —breed deeper—!" she shrieked, eyes crossed, tongue lolled out.
One of the once-stoic angels had her legs spread wide by thick chains, hovering upside-down above Allen with her ankles tied to the ceiling by radiant ropes. Her wings flapped weakly as he pulled her down onto his cock like a fleshy cocksleeve.
"Dignity’s gone, huh?" Allen whispered, watching her expression twist with every inch forced into her tight, needy cunt. "You’re just a sacred fleshlight now."
She ca the mont his cockhead kissed her womb. The sensation of being held, restrained, and used was too much. Her whole body trembled and a squirt of heavenly nectar sprayed out of her ass from sheer stimulation.
Allen didn’t let her breathe—he kept pounding her suspended cunt with hard, fast strokes, her toes curling with every slam.
THRRP—SPLAKK—THRRMP—!!
Below him, the three mouth-hungry angels were still tongue-fighting to lap at his balls. One of them took the initiative—shoving the others aside, climbing up between his legs, and pressing her face into his taint like it was sacred ground.
"Oh, you’re nasty," Allen chuckled darkly. "Good girl."
She moaned as he gripped the chains holding the suspended angel and pumped her faster, the force of his thrusts shaking the entire altar. Her wings flared and trembled, glowing softly as she surrendered completely.
Another angel approached—this one was new, untouched, still trying to cling to dignity. Her armor was cracked, her robes clutched tight to her chest, her thighs soaked despite her trembling expression.
"I-I... I was sent to purify you," she stamred.
Allen looked her dead in the eye while pulling his cock out of the dripping angel’s used pussy. Cum spilled down her stomach and thighs as he stepped over her and approached the new one.
"Purify ?" he asked, towering over her.
She swallowed hard. "Y-Yes."
He grabbed her by the back of the head, forced her down to her knees, and slapped his cock against her cheek.
"Then start by cleansing this."
She hesitated for a heartbeat—then opened her mouth, tears falling before she even wrapped her lips around his cock. It was too big, too soaked in divine filth, and she knew the mont she gagged she’d be no better than the others.
And she did gag.
Loudly.
Allen held her head down, not letting her breathe as he face-fucked her like a man possessed.
GLK—GLK—SKRRP—KHLGGK—!!
Snot dripped. Her eyes rolled. Her fingers clawed at his thighs, but when he finally let her up for air, she moaned instead of crying.
"I’m unworthy," she gasped, cum dripping from her lips.
"No," Allen said, rubbing her head. "You’re mine."
He bent her over the cracked remains of a golden harp and ramd into her virgin ass.
She scread.
She scread.
And everyone watched.
The other angels clapped, so fingering themselves, so jerking off the corrupted priestesses beside them. One angel was being held down by two others while they took turns eating her out, faces wet with slick and eyes glazed with cult-like obsession.
Allen lost himself in the sound—of skin on skin, of sobbing orgasms, of the holy losing themselves to raw primal fucking.
He bent the purifier over further and pounded her until she collapsed.
And then—
He ca.
He painted her insides. Thick, heavy ropes of cum poured into her twitching ass, and the second he pulled out, her hole leaked like a broken chalice.
"Praise be..." she moaned, limp and used.
Allen looked around at his ruined choir. His holy harem. His divine sluts.
And he grinned.
"This is just the beginning," he muttered. "We haven’t even touched the archangels yet."
The corrupted goddess raised her cum-coated face.
"They’ll co," she whispered, "to stop the heresy..."
Allen smirked.
"Good. I need new holes to bless."
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