CHAPTER 158: HEAVEN’S COLLARS (18+)

The cathedral trembled under the weight of corruption. Holy light flickered like candle smoke, fading into the thick musk of sex and sin that clung to the marble walls. The altar was no longer a place of prayer—it was a throne for the man who brought heaven to its knees.

Allen sat lazily on his new makeshift seat—four cum-soaked angels locked in a crawling pose, their backs arched and wings drooping as his cushion. Their faces were buried in the semen-slick floor, lips parted, moaning softly as their holes twitched from being used too many times to count. His cock rested heavy across his thigh, wet and glistening from hours of worship.

And in front of him, the doors to the sanctuary blasted open with righteous fury.

Three archangels stood tall, radiating light like gods in mortal form. One with flame-kissed wings and golden gauntlets. One wrapped in chains of divine judgment. And one—their leader—towering with six wings of brilliant white and a flaming sword that hummed with divine purpose.

"You’ve desecrated our sacred ground," she hissed, her voice like a choir sharpened into a blade. "Release them, heretic."

Allen laughed, slow and deep.

"Ladies," he said, standing up with his cock hanging like a weapon, "you came all this way to stop me? You should’ve come when I called."

The chained archangel blinked. "You... dare—"

Allen moved faster than light.

In a flash, he appeared in front of her, grabbed her by her celestial collar, and slammed her down on her knees. She gasped, magic flaring, but the collar around her neck pulsed with corrupted red as his aura overwhelmed hers. Her chains shattered like paper.

"Lesson one," Allen growled, wrapping her hair around his fist. "When you wear a collar around me—you’re a bitch. And bitches don’t talk back."

He shoved his cock into her mouth with brutal force.

GLRK—GLLK—KRHHK!!

The others moved to strike, but the corrupted goddess behind him raised her hand. A pulse of dark divinity exploded through the cathedral, making their wings shudder mid-flight. They dropped to the floor, trembling.

"Feel that?" Allen said, face-fucking the moaning archangel like she was nothing but a warm hole. "That’s what submission tastes like."

The chained angel’s divine light flickered, her cheeks bulging, eyes rolling as he choked her with cock and power. Her gagging moans echoed as strings of drool ran down her neck, mixing with the cum left behind from previous angels.

He pulled her off, letting her gasp and sputter, then bent her over and strapped a glowing leather harness around her chest. The holy runes on it twisted, turning vulgar. A leash snaked out from the front.

He handed it to the flame-winged archangel.

"Put that leash in your mouth," Allen ordered.

She hesitated. Her hands trembled. Her halo cracked.

"Do it," he snapped.

She obeyed.

Allen grabbed her by the wings and bent her over the altar, forcing her face next to her kneeling sister. "Good sluts stay together."

He lined his cock up with her untouched hole, pushing into her tight, fiery ass until she screamed. Her flame wings lit up—then flickered as her pride shattered.

"Holy holes always break the hardest," Allen growled, bottoming out inside her. "But they always beg in the end."

He pounded her mercilessly, the altar shaking as her gasps grew desperate. Her fingers clawed at the cum-streaked marble while Allen wrapped the leash around his fist and used it like reins, pulling her and her leashed sister close together.

"Say it," he hissed.

"We’re your whores!" the flame-winged one sobbed. "Your fuckmeat—yours—!"

Behind him, the six-winged archangel finally rose, sword in hand, eyes burning.

But Allen only grinned.

He reached toward her with a simple gesture—and the sword melted in her hands, corrupted by his presence. She dropped it with a cry, falling to her knees, body trembling as black vines snaked up her legs.

Allen stepped toward her. "You were the righteous one, huh? The proud bitch who led armies?"

She spat at him.

He slapped her.

Hard.

Her head snapped sideways, halo shattering mid-air.

"I’ll remake you," he said, grabbing her by the throat and slamming her onto her back. "One scream at a time."

He spread her legs. She struggled weakly, but it was all performative now—her soaked thighs told the truth.

Allen didn’t ease in. He forced her open, inch by inch, until she howled.

"F-Fuck—! N-No—!"

"Yes," he whispered, thrusting deep.

THRMP—THRMP—THRMP—!!

She screamed.

And kept screaming.

Until it turned into moans.

Until her legs wrapped around him, clinging, begging, desperate.

He wrapped her wrists in glowing cuffs, pinning her arms above her head, and leaned down close to her ear. "You’re not their leader anymore. You’re just my sacred cum dump."

She shattered.

Her divine form cracked, pouring light and slick nectar down her thighs as she squirted violently around his cock. Her wings curled, her voice broke, and she whispered the one thing she swore she’d never say:

"Please... more."

Allen gave it to her.

And when he came, he didn’t stop.

He filled her, pulled out, and fed her his cum straight from the tip.

The chained one drank greedily.

The flame-winged one begged for her turn.

Allen stood over the three archangels—broken, used, dripping—and snapped his fingers. Black collars materialized around each of their necks, locking tight.

They didn’t resist.

They moaned.

"Now," Allen said, cock twitching. "Let’s start tonight’s sermon."

The cathedral was no longer holy—it was a breeding den.

Allen’s voice echoed like thunder through the towering rafters, muffled only by the wet, needy moans of the three broken archangels at his feet. Their halos lay shattered around them like tarnished crowns, and their collars pulsed red with submission. The floor was slick with a mix of sweat, drool, and divine nectar, smeared beneath knees and cheeks and trembling wings.

Allen paced in front of them slowly, cock still slick and swollen, trailing drops of cum that dripped onto their ruined bodies. He grabbed the leash connected to the flame-winged archangel and yanked her forward until she collapsed at his feet.

"Open your mouth," he ordered.

She obeyed instantly, tongue out, eyes glassy.

He slapped his cock against her tongue. Once. Twice. Then shoved it in with a sharp thrust that made her gag.

GLRK—GLRK—SPLRTCH!

Behind him, the six-winged leader was still twitching from the last orgasm he’d wrung out of her—legs spread wide, hips jerking every time a drop of his cum leaked from her raw, gaped pussy.

Allen snapped his fingers.

The cathedral’s stained glass shimmered—and turned transparent.

Outside, the other angels watched in horror. A dozen more untouched, still pure, wings pristine... all now witnesses to the utter defilement of their holy commanders.

Gasps rang out as the chained one crawled up next to her sister and begged, "Please... let us show them what we’ve become..."

Allen grinned.

"Yeah? You wanna give ’em a little demonstration?"

She nodded, tears streaming. "Use us. Make them see what purity turns into after one taste of you."

He grabbed both leashes and pulled the two forward, pushing their faces between the leader’s thighs.

"Then eat your commander’s shame. Show your sisters how angels worship now."

Their tongues lapped eagerly at the six-winged one’s soaked slit, licking up every drop of cum that spilled from her trembling hole. She cried out, hips bucking, fingers clawing at the floor as her moans grew louder.

Allen knelt behind her and whispered, "Smile for your flock."

He reached under her and squeezed her tits—now bound in golden rope that tightened with every breath she took—and thrust back into her soaked pussy. The other two kept licking her clit, their tongues sloppy and desperate.

The six-winged one screamed.

Not in pain.

In submission.

Allen pulled her leash tight, bending her head back until her eyes locked with the ones outside the glass.

"I’m his holy whore," she cried. "I’m nothing but his cum-bucket!"

The gasps outside turned to silence.

Then wet squelching echoed again.

Allen used them like holes with no names. He fucked the leader’s pussy until it gushed again, then pulled out and forced himself into the flame-winged angel’s mouth while she licked her commander’s juices off her chin. He slapped her ass, grabbed her wings, and pushed into her throat until she convulsed—eyes watering, wings spasming from the raw intensity.

The chained one moaned just from watching.

"Breed me next," she whispered. "Please, fill me. I want to carry your corruption."

Allen grabbed her by the hair and yanked her into position, pressing her chest against the slick marble. Her ass was already twitching in the air, dripping with need.

He spat on it.

Then shoved deep.

She screamed—and came instantly.

The other two collapsed, overwhelmed, watching as Allen fucked their sister so hard that the altar cracked beneath her. Cum sprayed from her cunt every few thrusts, and by the time he finally groaned and emptied inside her, her eyes had rolled back, her tongue lolled out, and she whispered over and over, "I’m yours, I’m yours, I’m yours..."

When he finished, Allen stood.

He looked at the glass wall.

The angels outside were trembling now. Some had fallen to their knees. Others pressed their hands between their thighs, ashamed... and wet.

Allen stepped forward, cock still hard.

And said just one thing.

"Open the gates."