CHAPTER 153: DIVINITY (18+)

The air was different.

Thicker. Sweeter. Tainted.

Beyond the crumbled walls of the former Temple of Purity, past the hills glistening with the sweat of fucked-bare priestesses, through forests where moans now replaced birdsong—something ancient stirred.

She watched.

Not a mortal.

Not a priestess.

Not even a creature of the flesh.

But a goddess.

Qirela, the Wombmother.

She had once been worshipped in silence, in temples lined with candles and careful chants. Fertility had been her domain—wholesome, gentle, seasonal.

And now?

Now they screamed Allen’s name instead of hers.

Now they didn’t light incense to her—they squirted on her altars.

Now they didn’t pray.

They begged to be bred.

By him.

Inside her sealed realm of ethereal womblight, Qirela paced.

Her bare feet made no sound on the divine milk-lake beneath her. Her body shimmered with sacred light, but there was something else under the surface now—envy.

She felt the souls of her former priestesses moaning Allen’s name.

She felt the Firstborn Daughter, that glowing cum-slick demigoddess birthed from Allen’s altar, walk the mortal world—spreading his seed into new wombs.

Even her statues had begun to leak.

Dripping with Allen’s divine cum.

Qirela touched herself.

One finger.

Just one.

SHLRPP—!

She gasped. Her divine slit was soaked.

"This isn’t right," she whispered, curling her toes. "He’s mortal. He’s... vile."

But her thighs clenched harder.

She looked into the mortal plane.

And saw Allen.

Allen, lounging atop the breeding throne, one daughter sucking his cock while another rubbed herself to tears beside his leg. He was smirking—no, radiating—as more and more bodies crawled toward him, begging for seed.

He looked straight at her.

No. Through her.

As if he knew she was watching.

And then—

He winked.

Qirela shattered.

A pulse of divine juice exploded from between her thighs, soaking her milk-lake in thick, glowing nectar. Her eyes rolled back. Her nipples beaded with milk. Her wings (once so regal) curled like a punished slut’s.

"No... I... I’m the goddess..."

But her hands didn’t stop.

They dove back in.

SPPLLLLK—SCHHHK—SSLRRPPP!!

"AAHHHNNN\~!!"

She fell.

From grace.

From her plane.

From divinity.

The Cradle of Cum shook.

Allen looked up as the skies split again—not from his power this time, but from hers.

Qirela crashed into the temple like a comet of milk and light. Bodies were flung aside. Cum rained in every direction. The ground hissed where her divine juices touched it.

She rose, naked and trembling.

Divine.

Lust-drunk.

Jealous.

Her eyes locked onto Allen’s cock.

"You... you stole them."

Allen stepped down from the throne, dripping. "I didn’t steal anything. They gave themselves."

"You corrupted my domain."

He walked closer. "Then take it back."

Her lip quivered. "I—I’ll destroy you."

He stopped inches from her.

"Nah," he said.

Then he grabbed her hair and shoved her to her knees.

SPLRRRRT—SLORP—THWK—!!

Her cheeks bulged instantly. She gagged on the first real cock she’d ever tasted.

Her eyes went wide with shame. Her cunt exploded with juice, splattering the floor beneath her.

Allen didn’t give her time to breathe.

His hand tangled in her divine hair, he fucked her face with godbreaking force. Every thrust shook the temple. Every gawk-gawk echoed into the heavens. Her wings beat uselessly against the floor as she tried to resist the overwhelming taste of mortal sin.

All around them, his daughters watched.

And cheered.

Qirela came on his cock.

In her mouth.

With her tongue curled around his shaft and her eyes full of tears, the Fertility Goddess climaxed so hard a halo shattered above her head.

He pulled out.

She gasped—cum coating her lips, her chin, her pride.

He lifted her by the hips.

"Now it’s time you learned what fertility really is."

SSHHHHLKK—THRRRMMP—!!

He plunged into her holy cunt with a squelch so wet the stones beneath them sizzled.

Qirela screamed.

Her body arched.

Her pussy, unused for millennia, wrapped around Allen’s cock like divine velvet—tight, glowing, hungry. She grabbed at his arms, begging, crying, wailing as he bred her like just another altar whore.

Her legs went numb.

Her stomach bulged.

Her mind cracked.

The goddess—once worshipped across nations—became nothing more than a bitch in heat under Allen’s thrusts.

By the time he finished inside her (twice), she was twitching, leaking, glowing from the inside.

And as she collapsed to the floor, belly swollen with mortal seed, Allen looked to the sky.

"Who’s next?"

The temple groaned.

Not from damage, not from weather, but from the weight of miracles being rewritten through moans.

Qirela lay in the center of the cracked altar like a broken idol, divine cum leaking from her battered cunt in shimmering waves. Her stomach bulged—round with seed, radiant and glowing with the beginnings of something more.

Allen stepped back, cock still wet and twitching, and looked around.

Dozens of priestesses worshipped him openly—kneeling, fingering themselves, tongues out, eyes glazed.

But it wasn’t enough.

Not anymore.

BOOOOM—!!

The sky tore open again. A massive crack of divine thunder echoed through the air, and from it descended three new figures:

1. Sol’kara – The Flame Matron, goddess of Passion and War. Fiery wings, bronze skin, tits out like she gave no fucks.

2. Eulysia – The Veiled Virgin, goddess of Chastity and Moonlight. Pale, trembling, halo spinning like a chastity belt ready to snap.

3. Dren – God of Order, and an absolute tight-ass.

They hovered above the temple, dripping celestial judgment.

Sol’kara looked furious. "You dare breed a goddess?"

Allen grinned up at her. "Bitch, I breed everything."

Dren scowled. "This is a desecration of divine law!"

Eulysia said nothing—but she was shaking. Visibly. Her thighs glistened.

Then Qirela moaned from below, dazed and utterly fucked, holding her glowing womb. "He’s... he’s more than man... he’s... god..."

Allen tilted his head. "Nah. Just really good at what I do."

Sol’kara snarled and dove.

She hit the ground like a meteor, dust exploding, flames crackling off her skin.

But Allen didn’t back up.

He stepped forward.

Face to face with a literal flame goddess.

"You think you can handle this heat?" she growled, fists blazing.

Allen reached out, grabbed one tit, and squeezed.

SLLLSSHHHH—!!

Her entire body flickered.

"You’re all fire," he murmured, "but what you really need... is steam."

Then he shoved her down.

SSKLLLPPP—THWACK—THWACK—!!

She screamed.

Not in pain.

In shock.

He spread her fiery thighs and fucked the war goddess into a puddle of melting lava, literally dousing her flames with raw cock and sweat.

Sol’kara tried to fight—claws raking, fire bursting—but Allen pounded through her resistance like a battering ram through heaven’s gates.

She howled—then moaned.

Then came.

Hard.

Meanwhile, Eulysia hovered above, trembling. Her lips were parted, her eyes wide.

She watched Sol’kara’s eyes roll back as Allen emptied his load into her womb—so deep her spine arched like a bow.

And then Allen looked up at her.

"You’re next, Virgin."

Eulysia panicked. "N-no! I am untouched! I—I wear the Moon’s Ring—!"

Allen flexed.

His cock glowed.

And Eulysia dripped.

She didn’t fly down.

She fell.

Straight into his arms.

He tore her veil. She gasped.

He kissed her neck. She sobbed.

He ran his hand up her thigh.

She came.

Already.

Allen lifted her like a bride.

And slammed her down on his cock like a sacrifice.

THRRMMMMP—POP—!!

She shrieked.

Her virgin cunt stretched wide, glowing as he split her for the first time—and ruined her forever.

Eulysia clung to him like a lifeline, tears running, mouth open in dumb, overwhelmed pleasure.

Each thrust undid a prayer.

Each moan rewrote her scripture.

She bled light and begged for more.

Up above, Dren stared in horror. His holy book shook in his trembling hands.

"This is madness. You’ve upturned the order of gods—!"

Allen pulled Eulysia off his cock, tossed her limp glowing body to a group of worshippers to be licked clean, and glared up.

"Then come fix it."

Dren gulped.

He descended.

Not to fight.

To kneel.

To offer his staff.

"Let me... learn."

Allen smirked. "Good boy."

He turned Dren around.

SSSHHHP—SSSLRRRTK—!!

The God of Order screamed as Allen buried himself deep in that divine, tight virgin godhole.

And bred him too.

By the time the sun rose again over the desecrated temple...

Qirela had laid a clutch of glowing eggs.

Sol’kara’s flame now burst with Allen’s seed every time she orgasmed.

Eulysia’s halo had fallen—and she wore his cum as her new veil.

Dren became Allen’s obedient divine bitch—recording every thrust in a rewritten holy book called "The Gospels of Cum."

Allen stood at the peak of the crumbled altar, cock still twitching, surrounded by godly wombs dripping.

He raised one hand to the sky.

"Is there ANYONE left who wants to challenge my faith?"

Silence.

Then...

A voice.

Ancient. Hungry. Twisted.

"No challenge. Just... an invitation."

The Demon Queen is watching.