CHAPTER 144: ORACLE OF RUIN(18+)

By now, the once-pristine temple baths were a chaos of moaning bodies and sticky puddles. The water was cloudy with sweat, cum, and the oils of a dozen defiled priestesses. The incense smoke barely masked the scent of sex. And Allen... Allen was a beast.

A divine beast, maybe.

Or a monster in heat.

He was still hard. Still pulsing. Still leaking white heat like a volcano that wouldn’t stop erupting. His body glistened with sweat and goddess knows what else. His cock? A cum-dripping spear of ruination that had reduced six temple priestesses to broken, twitching offerings. And the golden-scaled throat slut?

Still gurgling around his shaft.

"GHHLK—KHHK—GLGGHHK—!"

Allen pulled her horns tighter, burying his cock even deeper down her stretched throat until her eyes rolled all the way back. Her pierced slit clenched in the air, dripping slick onto the tiles as she gagged and choked like a willing sacrifice.

He growled.

Then exploded.

SPLORRT—GGHHMMM—SCHLLK!

Her cheeks bulged. Her throat swelled. Hot cum flooded her belly in thick, pulsing spurts, leaking out her nose and corners of her mouth. She didn’t even flinch. Just took it—gurgling, moaning, tears streaming.

When he pulled out, her tongue flopped out of her mouth like a spent animal. She collapsed sideways, twitching, belly bulging with seed.

The other priestesses were moaning like whores in heat.

One even came untouched.

Allen cracked his neck.

"All fours. Now."

Two more slid forward—both trembling, flushed, already wet. One was silver-scaled, smaller and curvy, with three glowing tattoos across her hips that pulsed like magic. The other had emerald-green skin, tall and toned, her long tongue flicking nervously as she presented herself.

He didn’t wait.

He stepped behind the silver one and spat on her twitching pussy.

Then shoved himself in.

THRRUMP—SCHLRK—WHOMP!

She screamed and dropped flat to her elbows, claws scratching stone, tail thrashing in pure overstimulated bliss.

Allen grabbed her hips like handles and pounded.

THWAP—THWAP—THWAP—SCHLICK—SPLAP!

"You’re gonna squirt," he muttered.

"N-NO, I’M NOT—I-I CAN’T—"

SQUUURRRSSSHHHH!!!

She gushed immediately. A hot jet of girlcum sprayed from around his cock and splashed onto the green-scaled priestess beside them, who gasped and touched herself harder.

Allen didn’t stop.

He slammed again.

SQUELCH—SPLURRT—SMACK!

The silver priestess came a second time, then collapsed completely, drooling on the stone. He pulled out with a sick, wet squish—and without missing a beat, slammed into the green one.

She moaned loud and low, her back arching like a bow.

"Yes... yes—FUCK, YES—"

He bent over her and bit her shoulder, fucking her hard enough to shake the tile beneath her claws.

SLAP—SLAP—SPLASH—KRUNCH!

Each thrust forced a moan out of her chest.

Each thrust splashed thick strings of cum from his last load.

And then she started begging.

"Deeper—deeper—breed me so I can’t stand—ruin my womb—"

He grunted, reached under her belly, and fingered her clit while pounding into her.

THWAP—THWAP—THWAP—FSSHHHHH!

She squirted violently, tail flailing, body convulsing—and Allen slammed in one final time and came deep.

SPLUURRCH—SPURRT—GLOOP—GLLSSHH!

Cum filled her instantly. So much that it bubbled back out of her pussy in fat, white globs.

She collapsed face-first, twitching.

Allen straightened. That made eight.

Only five left now.

And they were a mess.

The last five priestesses had ditched all dignity. They were pawing at their tits, fingering each other, sucking on each other’s tongues while watching him work like a sacred beast.

One of them—a short, chunky pink-scaled girl with glowy blue runes on her thighs—crawled forward, panting.

"Please," she gasped. "Breed all of us at once. We’ll make room. We’ll take it all..."

Allen tilted his head.

"...All five of you?"

They nodded as one.

Already spreading their thighs, already crawling into a tight, stacked pile like worshipers preparing for sacrifice.

One lay flat. Another on all fours above her. The third draped over a nearby bench. The fourth was propped against the hot spring’s edge. And the last? She straddled the first girl, fingering both of their slits at once while moaning through clenched teeth.

Allen’s cock twitched like it was possessed.

He grinned.

"...Line ’em up."

And then he attacked.

He stepped into the pile of scales and tits, gripped the thighs of the first girl, and shoved his cock straight into her sopping slit.

SLLK—THRUMP—SPLRRRCH!

She shrieked.

The others moaned in harmony.

Allen started thrusting. Hard. Fast. Relentless.

And every time he came, he pulled out and rammed into the next.

The second girl took it like a champ. Screamed. Came. Passed out.

The third tried to say "thank you," but all that came out was a garbled sob as his cock rammed into her and made her body quake.

The fourth one came before he even finished sliding in.

And the fifth?

She begged for her womb to be bred twice.

So Allen did.

He came inside her, pulled out while still spilling, then shoved himself back in and came again.

When it was over—

All five were twitching, drooling, flooded. Their bellies were rounded and warm. Their cunts gaped open, dripping with a glorious flood of cum that ran in rivulets down the stone and into the bathwater.

Allen stood in the middle of it all—cock finally softening, body covered in sweat and cum, breathing hard.

The temple was silent except for moans.

Every priestess had been fucked.

Every womb had been filled.

And Allen?

He looked down at his handiwork.

A dozen girls.

Ruined.

Glowing.

Worshiping.

And yet...

Somewhere in the back of the temple, a door creaked open.

Bare footsteps. Slithering tail.

A new presence.

And a voice—cool, deep, and dripping with sensual promise:

"Impressive, human. But the High Oracle... has not yet been satisfied."

Allen turned slowly.

And smiled.

"Then bring her to me."

The room fell deathly quiet.

Even the gurgling bathwater seemed to hush as the High Oracle stepped into the chamber.

She was unlike any of the priestesses who had collapsed under Allen’s cock. Taller, regal, and ancient in aura—yet youthful in form, her emerald scales shimmered like polished jade. Long, jeweled chains looped across her bare shoulders and draped between her pendulous, pierced tits. Her tail slithered like a serpent behind her, glowing with runes older than the temple itself.

Her eyes locked on Allen’s softening cock—still slick with the mix of cum, spit, and girljuice—and a tiny, knowing smirk played on her lips.

She stepped barefoot over the puddled stone, past the twitching bodies of her ruined priestesses, never breaking eye contact.

"So," she purred, voice like dripping honey, "you’re the human who dared to defile my temple."

Allen cocked his head, his grin widening. "Defile? I’d say I improved it."

She stopped inches from him.

"You made my priestesses scream like brood-whores," she whispered, flicking her long, forked tongue against his throat. "And yet you still stand."

Allen didn’t flinch. "I’ll make you scream louder."

Her pupils flared.

Without warning, she slapped him.

Not hard enough to hurt—just enough to test.

Allen slapped her right back.

And the Oracle moaned.

"...Then prove it, human."

She dropped to her knees, opened her mouth wide, and flicked her long reptilian tongue in slow, wet coils across his spent cock.

SHLLLP... LLLRPPP... THRRPPP...

It was still semi-hard.

Not for long.

Her tongue coiled like a serpent around the shaft, massaging it, tickling the underside, dragging thick strands of leftover priestess cum into her throat.

She slurped every drop like sacred nectar.

Allen hissed between his teeth. "You got that skilled tongue, huh..."

SPLOOORT.

His cock twitched—and grew.

The Penis Enhancement Skill activated again.

Species match selected...

Allen gasped slightly.

He looked down.

His cock had changed. Again.

No longer ogre-thick—it was now serpentine, long and flexible with ridged veins and a forked tip, slick with heat.

The Oracle’s eyes widened slightly.

Then she licked her lips.

"...Perfect."

She crawled on all fours, tail rising, presenting herself with legs spread wide. Her pussy was hidden beneath glowing runes and ceremonial jewelry—but she ripped them off like they were nothing.

Her folds glistened.

Allen moved behind her and grabbed her wide hips, the runes on her lower back flickering in heat.

"You ready to be bred like the others?" he whispered.

She smirked back. "Breed me like a goddess."

He didn’t hesitate.

SLLLUUUKK—THRUMMP—SPRLLCKK!

His enhanced, ridged cock slid into her soaked hole, the forked tip stretching her walls in two directions at once.

"AAAAHHHHH—SSSSSHHHHI—HUMANNN—"

She howled like an animal, her voice echoing through the temple chamber as her pussy spasmed uncontrollably.

Allen thrust.

THWAP—SLAM—SCHLLT—SPLORRRT!

Every ridge of his serpentine cock dragged against her walls, forcing her body to shudder. Her tongue lolled out. Her eyes rolled back. Her claws scratched stone.

And Allen was relentless.

"Take it. You wanted the real thing? Take. Every. Inch."

THWAP—THRUMP—SLRCH—SPLAAAK!

Her belly bulged visibly from the pressure. The priestesses, still twitching nearby, moaned in half-conscious awe.

Allen reached around, grabbed her breasts, and twisted her piercings while slamming deep.

She came violently.

SSSSSQQQQUUUUURRTTTTT—

A hot jet of girlcum shot from her slit, spraying his thighs, the floor, and even her own tail. Her legs gave out.

Allen kept going.

RUTTING.

THUMP—SPLACK—THWAP—SCHLICK!

He grabbed her tail like a handle and rammed even deeper, pushing her up against the bath’s edge. Her tits smashed against the stone, dripping milk.

"Breed me—NNGH—breed the Oracle—fill me up—don’t stop—make it break—"

Allen leaned over and bit her shoulder.

Then he came.

SSSPPUUULLLTTTCHHH—FSSSSHHH—BLORRRRT!!

Cum poured into her, thick and endless. Her womb swelled. Her pussy overflowed. Hot, steaming seed gushed from her slit, bubbled out of her ass, and smeared her thighs.

But Allen didn’t stop.

He grunted, shifted his grip, and started again.

Second round.

SLURSH—THUMP—THUMP—SQUELCH!

The Oracle screamed.

She couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think.

All she could do was cum again. And again. And again.

By the time Allen finally pulled out, the High Oracle was a twitching, gasping mess—eyes unfocused, belly round, gaping open and leaking his second load in fat, hot globs.

The chamber was silent again.

Every priestess.

Every body.

Covered in cum.

Allen stood in the center—sweat-slicked, panting, cock finally soft again.

And behind him...

Another door creaked open.

Another tail slithered forward.

"...Elder Mother requests your seed next," came a soft, sultry whisper.

Allen turned.

And grinned.