CHAPTER 146: OVERFLOW

The stone walls of the sacred chamber glistened now—not from divine energy, but from sweat, cum, and the sticky juices of spent priestesses. The glowing runes had dimmed, pulsing in lazy afterglow as if drunk on the sex-fueled rituals they’d just borne witness to.

Allen stood in the center of it all.

Naked.

Spent.

And yet...

Still hard.

Barely a moment passed after the last lizardgirl collapsed—moaning, oozing, her legs shaking like leaves in a storm—before the next wave arrived.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

Footsteps again.

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Soft. Nervous. Urgent.

Another door opened—this one smaller, hidden behind an old ceremonial curtain—and three more lizardwomen stepped in, clutching scrolls and relics to their scaled chests.

Scholars.

Acolytes.

But their eyes... wide, dilated, wet.

They’d heard it all.

Seen the glow under the door. Heard the screams, the begging, the divine howls of orgasmic surrender.

The lead one—a petite, violet-scaled beauty with glasses pushed up her snout—spoke in a trembling whisper.

"We... we came to study the ritual... but..."

Her eyes dropped to his cock. Still swollen. Still glistening.

"...but I need to feel it."

Allen didn’t even blink. He just held out his hand.

The scholar dropped her scrolls instantly and rushed forward, climbing him like a tree.

SPLLLLRK—!!

She impaled herself in one go, gasping as her slick folds clenched tight around his ogre-enhanced shaft. Her glasses fogged instantly, mouth dropping open in a silent scream as he bottomed out and her belly bulged.

"Oh gods—oh FUCK—"

Allen turned her, pressed her face to a sacred pillar, and rammed in harder.

THWACK—THWACK—THRRRUMP!

Her moans turned into babbling chants, half-holy verses mixed with animalistic screams. The other two acolytes dropped to their knees behind him, one licking his balls, the other kissing the base of his cock every time he pulled out.

"Don’t forget me—please—breed me too—!"

He grabbed the scholar’s tail and yanked it back, smacking it against her own ass.

SLAP—SLAP—SLAP—!!

She came immediately, drooling over the pillar, clawing at it like it would save her.

Allen pulled out just long enough to switch.

The next acolyte was already bent over a sacred altar, presenting her slit with a shy moan.

"I-I’m a virgin..." she whimpered.

Allen didn’t care.

He spread her tight lips with two fingers, spat on her twitching pussy, and rammed in slow.

SSSHHHLLLLPPPPTCHHH—

She shrieked.

Tight, clenching, virgin walls squeezed around him like a vice. Her knees buckled. He wrapped a hand in her hair, tugged her back, and fucked her into the altar like a beast claiming a shrine.

"GOOD—SO GOOD—FUCK—YES—!!"

The third acolyte, too impatient to wait, straddled his face mid-thrust. Her scaled thighs quivered as she lowered her soaked cunt onto his tongue.

Allen ate her greedily.

SLLLURPPP—SSCHLORK—NMMMFFF!

Three girls. Three holes. One man.

And still, it wasn’t enough.

He came inside the virgin—SSSHLLORRTCHHHH!—her eyes rolling back as hot cum exploded in her womb. Her belly swelled, hips jerking violently as her orgasm overtook her.

The one on his face came too, crying out as her juices flooded his tongue.

And Allen?

He stood.

Licked his lips.

And whispered, "Who else?"

More steps.

From the outer temple halls.

Shadows moved. Silhouettes of more lizardfolk—matrons, priestesses, even temple guards—drawn by the holy corruption taking place within.

They weren’t here to stop it.

They were here to join.

The temple could no longer contain it.

Not the moans.

Not the heat.

Not the power rolling off Allen in waves like a divine sex god awakening in the flesh.

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Dozens of sacred runes etched into the temple walls crackled with forbidden energy—some of them shattering from overload, unable to withstand the sheer amount of orgasms, semen, and spiritual surrender that had soaked the chamber. It wasn’t a place of worship anymore.

It was a breeding ground.

And Allen was its new high priest.

The next wave stepped through the shattered archway.

And this time... it wasn’t just priestesses.

It was guards.

Warrior women.

Big, muscular, heavily-armored lizardfolk with halberds and chestplates that strained against jiggling tits. Their eyes were hard. Hungry. Their tongues flicked with anticipation as they surveyed the wreckage of their holy order—cum-soaked acolytes sprawled on stone benches, runes dimming, the air thick with fucksmoke.

One of the guards stepped forward.

Dark blue scales. Towering, almost Allen’s height. Broad-shouldered, tits that bounced even under armor, and a jagged scar running across one eye.

"You’re the one who made the Elder Mother scream," she growled.

Allen didn’t move.

He just looked her up and down, his cock already twitching back to full mast, still shining with slick from the last three priestesses.

"I didn’t make her scream," he said, cocky. "She asked for it."

The guard shivered.

Behind her, a few of the others bit their lips.

Her claws flexed. Her tail thumped.

"I’ve trained my cunt to break spears," she said. "Think your monster dick can survive that?"

Allen stepped forward, smirk widening. "Let’s find out."

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Slam.

She dropped her halberd and stripped in one brutal motion—armor clanging to the floor as her massive tits spilled out, nipples pierced with steel rings, thighs thick enough to crush a man’s skull.

Allen didn’t wait.

He grabbed her by the hips, turned her around, and bent her over the altar where the virgin acolyte still lay twitching and drooling.

"Spread it," he ordered.

The warrior did.

SSSCHHLP—SPREAD—DRIP.

Her cunt was already soaked. Her inner walls fluttered in anticipation. She looked back, eyes defiant.

Allen rammed in.

SSSHPLORCHHHHH—!!

She screamed.

But not in pain.

In shock.

Her warrior-trained pussy couldn’t handle it. The ridges, the forked head, the sheer girth of that magically enhanced cock broke through her resistance like a battering ram through a temple door.

"FUCK—HUMAN—!!" she moaned, voice cracking.

Allen grabbed her tail and shoved in deeper.

THWACK—THRUMP—THWACK—SSHLRK!

Her strong thighs trembled.

Her arms gave out.

And then—

SPLLOOOORSSHH!!

She squirted like a fire hydrant, her cum spraying the altar, hitting the floor, even soaking the virgin beside her, who just giggled in her dazed state.

"Who’s next?" Allen barked.

The guards didn’t hesitate.

Two tackled him at once—one pulling his cock into her mouth while the other slammed her ass onto his face.

GLLRRRKK—SLHHHP—MFFF!!

A third climbed onto his chest, squeezing her soaked pussy between her abs as she rode his stomach, moaning from friction alone.

Allen activated his enhancement again.

Vein Surge: Double Echo.

CRACK—GLORRRK—SCHLLMPHH!

His cock grew again—veins glowing, ridges thickening, the head flaring into a crowned beast of pure breeding lust. The warrior sucking him off choked, tears spilling down her scaled cheeks as her throat bulged with his length.

He slammed the one on his face upward, impaling her on his tongue, making her shriek and cum violently all over his mouth.

Every hole, every body, every moan became part of a growing orgy storm.

Guards. Acolytes. Priestesses.

Dozens.

Now hundreds.

A procession of scaled, curvy, horny bodies funneled into the main chamber, tossing off robes, armor, heirlooms of faith—replacing every holy relic with the rhythm of fucking, sucking, and moaning.

By the time Allen stood again...

The entire temple floor was layered in squirming, cum-soaked bodies. Bellies full. Throats raw. Tails tangled.

And still, more came.

The city was waking.

Rumors of a human god of lust had spread beyond the temple walls. Mothers. Daughters. Warriors. Slaves. Matrons.

Even the high priestess of a rival temple.

And as she stepped through the broken gates, her eyes full of arrogant disdain...

Allen just cracked his neck, grabbed two girls by the hair, and forced them to kiss around his cock.

"Welcome to my religion," he whispered.