CHAPTER 142: ROUND TWO?(18+)

The twin-tailed priestess was already bent over, panting against the hot stone, steam curling around her hips like a sensual mistcloak. Her tails lifted, twitching in anticipation—one arching high like a question mark, the other swaying like a hypnotist’s pendulum. Her scaled ass glistened with sweat and heat, parted just enough to reveal the soaked, quivering slit beneath.

Allen gripped both tails in one fist.

"Nice handles," he muttered, then yanked them apart.

The priestess gasped—sharp, guttural, feral—as her pussy spread wide for him, glistening with thick, clear slickness. Her breath hitched. Her claws scraped stone. Her body trembled like a spellbound offering.

He didn’t ask.

He didn’t warn.

He just slammed in.

SHLLRRP—SCHLP—SPLAKT!!

Her scream echoed off the stone ceiling, so loud it rattled the water. Allen bottomed out instantly, her cunt so hot and wet it felt like molten silk. Her twin tails flailed—one slapped his chest, the other thrashed like a whip across the bath’s edge.

"Oh gods—oh gods, it’s too big—it’s too much—!"

Allen grinned, grinding his cock inside her in slow, brutal circles.

"You wanted to know what broke Xiva?"

THUMP—THWACK—THUMP!!

"Here it is."

He thrust into her again and again, his hips crashing into her scaled cheeks, leaving slick red prints behind. Her thighs buckled with each impact, creamy strings of slick clinging to his balls and her inner thighs like webbing.

Yaari, still drooling and dazed, crawled to the side and watched with glassy, ruined eyes. Her lips were swollen, face glazed in cum and girljuice. Ring-Nips lay spread-eagled in the shallow pool, still twitching from her own filling, one hand idly rubbing her belly as if savoring the weight inside her.

Twin-Tails bucked wildly beneath Allen, her voice breaking into helpless, strangled yelps.

"M-my womb—he’s hitting—it’s ramming my—! I—I can feel it in my lungs—!"

Allen yanked one of her tails up sharply and leaned in close, growling in her ear.

"Not lungs, sweetheart. That’s your second womb. You just never knew you had it."

She came.

SPRRRT-GLUUUURK-SSLLRTCH!!

A gush of slick squirted out around his cock, splashing the stone with noisy, sticky force. Her knees gave out completely, and Allen held her up by her tails, fucking her like a ragdoll—a sacred offering turned into a sex puppet.

"You’re gonna leave this bath dripping for days," he muttered.

She tried to speak—tried to beg—but it came out as a desperate whimper, her tongue flicking helplessly, her jaw slack. Her body spasmed as wave after wave of orgasm convulsed through her.

Allen didn’t slow.

WHUMP—WHUMP—THWAP—SPLORP!!

His cock pistoned in and out of her, each thrust dragging out lewd, sticky suction sounds that echoed through the mist-choked chamber like a chorus of ruined dignity.

Yaari crawled closer on trembling arms, her thighs still leaking his earlier load.

"C-Can I—can I taste her?" she whispered.

Allen nodded, never breaking rhythm.

Yaari leaned between the twin-tailed priestess’s legs and pressed her mouth to where his cock met her soaked slit, licking at the seam—drinking the mixture of slick, precum, and fresh pussyjuice pouring from the gap with greedy little whimpers.

Twin-Tails sobbed. "Oh—oh goddesses—she’s—s-she’s eating it while it’s still in me—"

Allen yanked free suddenly with a messy PLURSH-POP, strings of filth stretching between his cock and her gaping hole. She collapsed forward, ass raised, her cunt still twitching and open like a broken flower.

He turned to Yaari. "Lick it clean."

Yaari obeyed instantly, burying her face between the parted cheeks, tongue flicking inside the wrecked opening as she moaned. Her tail curled in bliss as she tasted the shared ruin.

Allen’s cock, still hard and wet, slapped against his stomach as he turned toward Ring-Nips, who was sitting upright now, panting.

"I’m not done with you either."

She grinned wickedly and spread her legs again. "Then mark me again, human. Claim us all."

Allen crawled into the shallow pool where she waited, pushed her against the tile wall, and mounted her again—this time lifting one leg high against his shoulder.

SHLP—SLAP—THUMP—WHAM—

Water splashed wildly. Her moans turned into guttural cries as his cock slammed up into her, hitting deeper, harder, fucking her like the sacred beast they’d turned him into.

The room now sounded like an orgy temple desecration scene:

Squish. Splash. Squelch. Moan. Gag. Slap.

Allen didn’t let any of them recover. He took them one at a time, then in pairs, then together—flipping Yaari on top of Ring-Nips and fucking through both their holes like a piston of divine wrath.

Twin-Tails joined after recovering, crawling up to Allen and licking his cock between thrusts, slurping it like a devotional.

Eventually, the bathwater turned cloudy and white.

By the end, all three priestesses were lying side by side in the shallow pool, twitching, their holes leaking fat gobs of cum into the water like floating sin. Their expressions were blank, dazed, euphoric. Yaari’s legs twitched randomly. Twin-Tails was stroking her own belly, murmuring something about being chosen. Ring-Nips whispered prayers to Allen’s cock, eyes half-rolled.

Allen stood above them, breathing heavy, cock softening but still hanging low and glistening with lizardgirl ruin.

He stretched.

Then casually grabbed a towel and wiped himself off.

Behind him, another shadow loomed at the edge of the mist.

Another priestess?

Another girl?

Another hole to ruin?

He smirked.

"Next."

The mist thickened again.

Another silhouette stepped through it—taller than the others. Her scales shimmered like burnished bronze in the candlelight. Gold bangles clinked around her wrists and ankles, and a thin, sheer robe clung to her damp curves, more suggestive than modest. She was older, more regal. Her horns were twisted like ancient roots, and her hips... gods, her hips swayed like they were born to cradle worship.

The lizard matron.

High priestess of the temple.

She stepped barefoot into the bath, her slitted eyes narrowing as she looked at the three ruined girls collapsed in the water, still drooling cum and babbling like sanctified sluts.

Her gaze flicked up to Allen’s cock—still half-hard, twitching with potential.

"You defiled my temple," she said calmly.

Allen raised a brow, toweling off lazily. "Looks like they wanted it defiled."

She didn’t deny it. In fact, she smirked.

"Then defile me too."

She dropped the robe.

It hit the stone like a whisper—and underneath, her body was divine. Wide hips, heavy breasts with thick, dusky nipples. Her belly bore faint stretch marks like battle scars, and her thighs were pure muscle wrapped in sex. Her pussy was plump and slick, lips already parted with need. She stepped forward and knelt before him, her dignity dripping away as her tongue flicked out—long, forked, practiced.

Without a word, she began to clean his cock.

SSLLRRPP—LLOOORK—GLRRRK—

He groaned, head tilting back as her throat took him inch by inch. No hesitation. No air. Just suction, muscle, and worship. She slid him in until her snout met his pelvis, then pulled back with a nasty slurp that made all three other girls moan instinctively.

Then she turned around, planted her hands on the edge of the bath, and raised her tail.

"Breed me."

Allen didn’t need to be told twice.

SPLURT—SLAP—KRUMP—THWACK!!

Her hole sucked him in greedily, hugging every vein like it had waited years for this moment. Her moan was deep, low, primal. Allen braced his hands on her back and started slamming.

Hard.

Savage.

Final.

"Every matron before me... served this temple..." she grunted between thrusts, "but none were... ruined like this—ah—aaAAHH—YES—HARDER—"

He pounded her like a hammer smashing sacred stone. The slap of balls on her clit made her tail curl around his waist. Her scales rippled with every impact, and thick streams of girlcum splattered the edge of the bath like spilled oil.

Allen grabbed her horns and used them like handlebars.

WHUMP—SQUELCH—SLAPP!!

She came screaming, her hole clamping down like a vice, trying to milk him dry. But he wasn’t done. He yanked her back against him and kept going, making her gurgle and twitch, drool spilling from her lips as her body gave in completely.

"I’m gonna fill this old cunt until it sloshes," he growled.

She nodded frantically, unable to form words, only moaning, "Yessss... yessss, I’m yoursss..."

The three other priestesses crawled over, nuzzling and licking at the matron’s body as Allen wrecked her. One sucked her tit. One kissed her neck. One reached between their bodies and rubbed her clit furiously, helping her chase another climax.

And then Allen roared.

SPLORT—BLORCH—THRRP—

Hot, thick cum erupted inside her.

The matron’s eyes rolled up. Her back arched. Her womb drank deep.

She collapsed forward into the water, twitching, belly visibly swelling from the sheer volume dumped inside.

Allen pulled out, cock glistening with her juices and his seed, and looked down at the four twitching, moaning, ruined priestesses before him.

Then—

Drip... drip... splash.

Another soft set of footsteps echoed in the mist.

And then two more.

Three.

Voices.

Giggling.

Whispering.

Breathless.

Young.

The rest of the temple priestesses had arrived. Dozens of eyes—wide, flushed, excited—glinted from behind the rising steam.

Allen didn’t even have to speak.

One stepped forward. Her tail was curled nervously, but her nipples were hard, and her thighs clenched together as she eyed the thick shaft dangling between his legs.

"I—I want to be next..."

A second girl joined her. Then a third.

They all bowed low before him.

A trembling choir of scaled girls in heat.

Allen cracked his neck and smiled.

"Line up, sluts."

"Lesson’s not over yet."