CHAPTER 150: ALTAR

The shattered temple trembled beneath the weight of the orgy’s momentum.

Allen stood at its heart, cock gleaming with a dozen glistening streaks of cum and spit, his breath steady, his hands soaked in juices, and his voice calm as thunder.

The rival high priestess took a slow, deliberate step forward.

Her scales were like moonstone—pearly white with a shimmer of silver. Her robes were ceremonial, untouched by the filth surrounding her, her golden circlet still resting perfectly on her brow. Eyes the color of stormclouds locked onto Allen’s. Judging. Measuring.

"You defile what we built for centuries," she said, voice sharp and regal.

Allen just chuckled.

"You’re late."

The priestess’s jaw twitched. Her hands clenched. "I came to purify this place."

Allen stepped forward, past the writhing pile of moaning priestesses and twitching guards. "Then come do it."

She flinched as he grabbed one of her loyal temple sisters by the waist and drove into her from behind.

SPLLLCHHHK—!!

The poor thing screamed as her legs kicked out, her eyes crossing the instant Allen’s thick cock reached deep, bulging her belly like a stuffed wineskin.

The high priestess’s breath hitched.

"I will not partake in this madness."

Allen pulled out with a loud schlock and flipped the girl over his shoulder, letting her moan out like an offering. Then he extended his hand.

"Then resist me."

She tried.

For a moment.

But the scent in the air was thick. Her nostrils flared. Her thighs pressed together. Her heartbeat pulsed between her legs.

She stepped forward.

The circlet hit the ground with a soft clink.

Allen met her halfway, gripping her by the hips and pulling her ceremonial robe open. She gasped—whether from shame or arousal, even she wasn’t sure—but made no move to stop him.

Her pussy was already soaked.

"No one made you walk in here," he whispered into her ear.

"I was chosen—" she started.

"You chose this," he growled, and pushed inside.

SSHHHLK—POP—THRRRMP!!

Her eyes flew wide.

He filled her slowly—inch by girthy, veiny inch—until her back arched and her mouth opened in a stunned, breathless moan.

Her fingers dug into his shoulders.

"T-Too much—!!"

Allen kissed her neck, then pounded her against the stone altar.

THWACK—THWACK—SLORCH—!!

The once-dignified priestess squealed as her holy place was turned into a shrine of obscene pleasure. Every thrust echoed with wet, primal heat, her body trembling against his as her composure melted into gasps and needy cries.

Below the altar, the other women watched—some fingering themselves, some grinding against each other, all too far gone to pretend this wasn’t now their faith.

The high priestess came—hard.

Her nails raked Allen’s back, her screams bouncing off the temple walls, her orgasm so intense it cracked a rune behind them.

When he pulled out, a flood of slick cum followed, splashing down the side of the altar like a desecrated offering.

Allen licked her neck.

"Welcome to the real religion."

She collapsed in a twitching heap.

A moment later, another priestess—tall, dark-scaled, and curvier than the rest—approached with her hands raised in surrender.

"My temple has fallen. May I be next?"

Allen grinned.

"On your knees."

SCHLLURRPPP—SLLK—GLCKK—!!

Her throat worked his cock like it was the last prayer left in the world, tears streaming as he grabbed her horns and fucked her mouth raw.

Behind her, more bodies crawled forward. Scholars, guards, priestesses from rival temples—no longer bound by faith or law, only lust.

He was no longer a man.

He was legend.

And the breeding would never end.

Bodies writhed like serpents in heat around the altar, their moans a holy choir to the new god among them. Allen stood tall, cock still slick from the throat worship he’d just received, his shadow stretching long across the desecrated temple stones.

The high priestess still twitched in her pile of holy shame, cum leaking from between her thighs like a divine anointing. And yet, even in her spent delirium, her fingers curled, reaching weakly toward his retreating warmth.

But Allen’s attention had shifted.

Another figure approached—this one crawling on all fours.

She was a younger acolyte, barely past initiation age, her scales a soft mossy green, eyes glazed in mindless devotion. Her ceremonial sash had long since fallen away, exposing breasts that bounced with each desperate crawl, nipples pierced with tiny golden rings.

"P-please, Grand Unmaker..." she whimpered. "I was pure before this... now I only want you."

Allen tilted his head. "Then prove it."

Without hesitation, she flopped onto her back, spread her legs wide, and reached down to peel her folds open—wet, twitching, trembling.

"I offer you my last prayer," she moaned. "Use me like you used the altar."

The floor beneath her pulsed.

A low rumble trembled through the stone—another rune cracking, another ancient blessing shattering under the weight of Allen’s divine thrusts.

He dropped to his knees between her legs, gripped her ankles, and without a word—

SLAM—THRRRMMMMP—!!

She howled.

Back arched, mouth gaped, the sound of Allen’s cock plunging into her echoed like a war drum of lust.

"AHHHHHHH—!! IT’S TOO—TOO—UNNGHHH!!"

SLORRRCH—SLORP—SLAP—!!

He didn’t let her adjust. There was no easing into the faith—not in this religion. He fucked her like she’d been made for it, like her womb had been sculpted from day one to hold his seed.

Each time her hips tried to buck away, he pulled her right back down—harder, deeper. Her belly bulged again. The onlookers gasped.

"Holy... fuck..." one muttered, stroking herself as slick dripped from her thighs.

"Is that her cervix bulging?"

"No... that’s his cock. Gods help us."

The acolyte was sobbing now—but not in pain.

"D-Don’t stop... please... keep ruining me..."

Allen leaned down and whispered in her ear. "Say it."

"Say what—?"

He slammed in again—SPLAT—THRRUMP—!!

"Say the name of your god."

"AHHHH—!! IT’S YOU—IT’S YOOOOUUU—!!"

Another rune exploded behind them.

The ceiling above the altar cracked, light filtering through the dust like heaven itself was peeking in—and recoiling.

Allen pulled out mid-orgasm, spraying a thick, ropey BLAAAAT of cum all over her belly, her tits, her chin. It coated her like warpaint. She came the moment it hit her clit, legs kicking uselessly as her mind shattered into blissful static.

And then...

A slow clap echoed from the temple doors.

Everyone froze.

Standing there, framed in the ruined archway, was the head of the rival temple.

He was massive. Tall, armored in ornate bone-plated robes, his face hidden behind a serpent-faced mask. His hands were raised—not in surrender.

In invocation.

"I see..." he said, voice deep and smooth. "The heretic has become a god."

Allen didn’t flinch. "You’re late, too."

The masked priest stepped forward, parting the crowd of dripping, ruined bodies. "I didn’t come to stop you."

He knelt.

"I came to worship."

Allen grinned.

And his cock twitched.

The moment the masked priest knelt, a hush swept through the temple—like even the moaning bodies recognized the shift in atmosphere.

Allen stepped toward him slowly, cock still half-hard and glistening like it was dipped in divine oil. Cum streaked down his thighs, down the altar, pooling between the legs of unconscious priestesses still twitching in bliss.

"You here to beg?" Allen asked, his voice dripping with amusement. "Or are you here to be bred like the rest?"

The masked man removed his serpent-faced helm.

Underneath was a lizardman—older, dignified, scarred—but his tongue flicked nervously between trembling lips. His eyes were glassy, unfocused, and glued to Allen’s cock like it was a holy relic.

"I have lived my whole life resisting pleasure," he said hoarsely. "Fasting. Chanting. Denying the flesh. But now..."

He dropped his robes.

The crowd gasped.

The once-proud high priest was already fully hard.

"...now I understand that devotion was misplaced."

Allen tilted his head. "You gonna offer me your ass, old man?"

The priest swallowed.

Then nodded.

"I offer my shame. My power. My legacy."

Allen grabbed him by the jaw and forced him to his knees.

"You offer your hole."

The crowd surged closer in breathless awe, the scent of sweat and sex thick in the air.

The priest placed his palms on the temple floor like he was bowing at a shrine, presenting his bare scaled ass toward the altar.

Allen gave it no mercy.

THWACK—SPLRRRCHH—!!!

The priest howled as Allen’s cock forced its way in, the obscene sound of stretched flesh echoing through the desecrated chamber. A geyser of precum squirted out around the base of Allen’s shaft like a dam breaking.

"UUUNNNGHHH—BY THE ANCESTORS—!!"

Allen spat on his back.

"There are no ancestors anymore. Only me."

SMACK—THRUST—CLAP—!!

He pounded the priest with brutal, rhythmic slams, each one sending shockwaves through the floor. The priest’s eyes rolled back, mouth slack and drooling as his cock bounced uselessly beneath him, untouched and dripping.

Acolytes crawled forward, licking at the sweat dripping from his thighs, moaning as they lapped up the priest’s last dignity.

"Breed him," one of them whispered.

"Turn him into your sacred sow."

Allen grabbed his tail and pulled deeper—POP—THRRUMMP—!!—until the priest’s belly bulged forward like he was being inflated.

"Can’t hold it—!" the priest sobbed.

"Then let it go."

Allen roared, slammed in one final time, and came—BLA-BLA-BLAAAATTT—!!

Cum exploded into the old priest like a geyser. His body twitched, spasmed, then collapsed in a puddle of holy shame, ass gaping, Allen’s seed leaking down his thighs in viscous streams.

The ground cracked.

Another rune shattered.

The altar glowed.

Suddenly—a rumbling beneath their feet.

A soft blue light began to pulse from a hidden hatch behind the altar, stone grinding open to reveal a hidden chamber.

The lizardfolk gasped.

"The relic chamber..."

Allen turned his head, still dripping cum.

A smile spread across his face.

"Well then," he said, rolling his neck and stepping forward. "Let’s go see what else your gods were hiding."

And behind him, a trail of twitching, moaning bodies followed like faithful disciples—cum-covered, mindbroken, reborn.