CHAPTER 148: PROSTRATION (18+)

BOOM.

The walls of the temple trembled again—dust rained from the cracked ceiling as another pulse of pressure rolled in from the city.

The moaning didn’t stop.

If anything... it got louder.

Priestesses, guards, apprentices, and townsfolk were all still getting fucked or fucking each other. Some were begging Allen for a turn. Others just crawled to his used girls, lapping up the cum left behind like it was sacred nectar.

Allen stood over a trembling young matron, hips still grinding into her raw, twitching slit, his cock stretching her past the point of words.

She was cumming—again—arms limp, belly bulging.

But Allen’s eyes weren’t on her anymore.

They were locked on the massive temple entrance.

Because someone was coming.

BOOM—CLANG—THOOM.

Footsteps. Heavy ones.

Then—

Screaming. Not of pain—but in worship.

The temple doors exploded open.

And there she was.

A towering figure, backlit by divine flame.

Golden scales. Six horns. A massive tail dragging behind her like a weapon.

The Matriarch.

The original founder of the temple.

The oldest, most powerful lizardwoman in the entire city—once thought retired to sacred solitude, now standing in full ceremonial armor, glistening gold chains draped between her fat tits.

Her body was massive. Easily eight feet tall. Muscles like sculpted marble. Tits that defied gravity and logic. Hips wide enough to crush an altar. And a cunt that dripped in anticipation down her thighs as if it knew what was coming.

The room froze.

Even Allen paused.

Just for a second.

Because this wasn’t just another bitch in heat.

This was a challenge.

The Matriarch stepped over two moaning priestesses and looked Allen dead in the eye.

"So..." she rumbled. "You’re the human cock-god who turned my temple into a glorified orgy pit."

Allen didn’t blink.

"I prefer ’holy sex engine.’"

She smirked. "Cute."

Another step forward. Her golden nipples grazed the air. Cum splashed at her heels.

She was still wearing part of her armor, but the lower half was already gone—a heavy golden chastity lock hung from her belt, keys long discarded. Her pussy? Already soaked. Slick glistened down her thighs with every step.

The Matriarch tilted her head, watching Allen stroke himself slowly.

"You think your little [Penis Enlargement] skill is enough to satisfy me?" she asked, voice like thunder. "I haven’t been fucked in fifty years. My pussy can crush stone."

Allen smirked.

"Good," he said. "I’m not here to satisfy you."

She blinked.

"I’m here to break you."

The room exploded in moans and screams. Girls started cumming just from the tension. One priestess fainted. A group of guards fingered each other watching.

And the Matriarch?

She dropped her armor.

CLANG—CRASH—BOOM.

Naked.

Golden.

Thick.

Ripped.

Perfect.

She didn’t ask permission.

She lunged.

SPLAT—THWUMP—BOOM!

Allen grabbed her hips mid-air, turned her, and slammed her against the stone throne.

The impact cracked the altar behind her.

And then he shoved it in.

ALL OF IT.

SQUELCH—SSSSSHLORP—SKLOORRRK!!

The Matriarch howled. Her tongue shot from her mouth, tail curling violently as her cunt swallowed Allen’s monster cock inch by inch. Her golden scales shimmered with sweat.

"FUCK—FUUUCK—!! It’s—oh gods—it’s REAL—!!"

Allen grabbed her horns, slammed her deeper, balls slapping her fat scaled ass, his hips brutalizing her sacred pussy.

The Matriarch clawed at the stone, squirting like a geyser.

SCHHHHLLLORRRK—SPLURT—SLAP—SLAP—SLAP!!

Her moans became howls, echoing through the ruined chamber like a warhorn of surrender.

Priestesses watched in awe.

This wasn’t just domination.

This was worship through destruction.

Allen leaned over her back, whispering:

"You’re gonna cum for me, Matriarch."

She growled. "I’m not—your fucking—plaything—!"

But her cunt clenched.

Hard.

Too hard.

Her belly bulged.

And Allen grinned.

"Then why are you milking me?"

THWACK—SLAP—SPLRRT—!!

She came.

Violently.

Soaked everything.

The stone beneath her cracked. Her legs gave out. Her tail spasmed. Her womb twitched, greedy and twitching.

Allen roared and came with her—a tsunami of cum exploding inside her, flooding her ancient, untouched womb until it overflowed and sprayed out in jets.

She collapsed.

Defeated.

Golden ass up. Sacred cunt ruined. Eyes half-rolled and drooling.

And the crowd?

They CHEERED.

Allen turned around, cock still hard, still dripping golden bitchmilk and glowing pre.

"Next," he said.

The apprentices, priestesses, and warriors crawled over each other like animals, fighting to be next.

Because now the temple wasn’t just corrupt.

It was Allen’s.

And the Matriarch?

Still twitching on the throne...

Smiled.

The Matriarch lay twitching, throne-cocked and conquered. Her golden scales glistened with sweat and cum, her belly slowly, visibly rising with every warm pulse Allen had dumped into her womb. Her slit still twitched, stretched open, white cream oozing in lazy trails down her thighs.

She wasn’t passed out.

She was smiling.

Eyes half-lidded, lips parted in a dazed smirk.

She had been broken. And she loved it.

"Breed them all..." she murmured. "Make this temple yours... Make all of us yours..."

Allen stood, chest rising and falling, his cock slick, massive, and still hard—throbbing like a divine beacon.

And then—

GONG—!

A temple bell rang in the distance.

Not for prayer.

For announcement.

The Matriarch’s fall had sent a signal.

The city was coming.

Not to stop him.

To join.

From the broken archways, from the side passages, from below the temple itself, they came.

Hundreds of lizardwomen.

Nobles, draped in silks, clutching their swollen clits.

Slaves, trembling and half-naked, crawling on all fours.

Militia captains, tossing down weapons, eyes glassy with lust.

Even mothers, hand in hand with their grown daughters, approaching with wombs aching and ready.

All eighteen and older.

All soaking wet.

All staring at Allen like he was the god their ancient carvings had promised.

"Is it true?" one noble asked, chest heaving. "That he made the High Priestess scream?"

"He bred the Matriarch into the floor," moaned a priestess, fingering herself beside the throne. "She thanked him. She begged for it."

Allen didn’t speak.

He just cracked his neck...

...and walked down the temple stairs.

The crowd parted for him like a wave breaking on divine dick.

One brave girl stepped forward—barely out of novice robes, blue-scaled, wide-eyed, legs shaking.

"I... I’m scared," she whispered. "It won’t fit..."

Allen cupped her face gently.

"You’ll stretch," he said. "And when you do... you’ll cum harder than you ever thought possible."

She whimpered.

And dropped to her knees.

He didn’t even undress her. Just pushed her robes up, yanked her panties aside, and spat on her slit.

SSCHLPPP—!!

She gasped—tight, untouched, soaking.

He lined up.

[Penis Enlargement]

FWWWHMMP.

It grew again.

A monster. A cock worthy of worship.

The girl screamed before he even slid in. And when he did—

SSSSPPLLRRTCH—!!!

—her eyes rolled back. Her belly bulged. Her back arched violently.

"FUCK—FUCK—FUCK IT’S TOO BIG—!"

"No it’s not," Allen growled.

And he pushed deeper.

Behind him, dozens of women began fingering themselves.

Some openly squirted from the sound alone.

Others collapsed to their knees, begging him to fuck them next.

A warrior in armor shoved her fingers inside herself while screaming, "Breed me like you did the Matriarch!"

A rich merchantess pulled off her jewelry and begged to be fucked as a common whore.

One by one, Allen moved through them.

No mercy.

Just raw, relentless domination.

A noblewoman with golden bangles? Bent over the altar, her moans high-pitched, tears running down her cheeks as he pumped her full and slapped her tits like drums.

A slave girl with burn marks on her tail? Giggling through drool, clinging to his arm while he used her throat like a sleeve. Her belly twitched from every blast of cum down her gullet.

A pair of twins—young, identical, shaking with fear and arousal? Allen made them ride each other’s faces while he fucked them both in alternating thrusts, switching holes like they were interchangeable cum-jars.

The corruption grew.

The runes on the walls turned red.

The air thickened with sex. It was no longer even a temple.

It was a womb.

A living, breathing, cum-dripping womb of worship.

And Allen?

He was its god.

Hours passed.

Maybe days.

No one knew anymore.

Time stopped.

Girls collapsed in puddles of cum, bellies swollen and leaking.

Those who could still walk crawled toward him, tears in their eyes, begging for just a taste of the cock that had ruined the Matriarch, defiled the high priestess, and made them believers.

Then—

The Matriarch rose again.

Her golden scales glowing now. Her belly visibly rounded with Allen’s seed.

She knelt before him.

The High Priestess joined her. Naked. Covered in dried cum. Her lips pressed to Allen’s thigh in silent worship.

"Breed the city," the Matriarch whispered. "Breed the bloodline. Make our tribe holy with your seed."

Allen looked out at the crowd of shaking, moaning, desperate women—hundreds of lizardfolk, all wet, all waiting.

He cracked his neck.

Gripped his cock.

And said one word.

"Kneel."

They knelt.

Hundreds of scaled women—nobles, warriors, servants, all trembling—bowed their heads and spread their thighs.

The temple floor was slick with sweat and cum, runes glowing red beneath the puddles of sacred filth. Every breath in the air tasted like lust.

Allen stood above them.

Naked.

Throbbing.

His cock, swollen from hours of use, still pulsed like it had more to give—so much more.

The Matriarch and High Priestess crawled forward first, their bellies visibly swollen, thighs stained white.

"We are yours," they whispered in unison.

Allen said nothing.

He stepped forward and grabbed a random priestess by her horns.

She gasped as he shoved her onto her back, lifted her legs, and lined up.

"No preparation?" she whimpered.

"You’re already wet."

He thrust.

SSSHPLORCH!

Her scream echoed through the chamber—raw, desperate, soaked.

Cum from earlier girls leaked out beneath her, mixing with the new tide already building.

The others moaned in envy.

Allen pulled out, grabbed the next one.

Then the next.

And the next.

A line of wombs waited.

He was going to fill them all.