CHAPTER 145: WORSHIP THE HUMAN(18+)

The chamber door creaked wider.

The soft slither of scales echoed in the humid silence. A hush fell over what remained of the once-proud priestess cohort—now broken, cum-leaking dolls sprawled like ritual offerings. Their tongues hung out, tails twitching, pussies still pulsing from Allen’s merciless conquest.

And through that door glided her.

She was massive.

Tall and regal, with pale green scales edged in gold, her body was wrapped in layer upon layer of ceremonial silk—though barely enough to hide the generous curves beneath. Her hips were wide, matronly, her breasts huge and bound by golden clasps shaped like open jaws. Tribal piercings ran down her arms, her thighs, and even her slit—glimpsed beneath the sheer drapes, pierced with sacred rings that jingled faintly with every step.

Her eyes glowed like molten amber.

And they locked on Allen.

"You are the human who desecrated my temple," she said, her voice a deep, velvety purr—like an ancient queen who’d once commanded armies and now sought something more... carnal.

Allen didn’t flinch.

Instead, he stood tall, still naked, still reeking of sex and sweat and cum.

"Desecrated?" He grinned. "Nah. I baptized it."

She chuckled softly, slow and thunderous, and raised a hand. The runes along her arm glowed—then, with a single gesture, she undid her robes.

They fell.

Revealing everything.

Her breasts, impossibly full and veined, bounced free—each nipple adorned with a golden ring thick enough to hang from. Her belly was soft but tight, covered in swirling runes that led all the way down to a pierced, glimmering, soaked slit—her inner lips glistening with arousal and age-old power.

"You’ve fucked my priestesses. You’ve ruined my Oracle."

She stepped forward, her heavy breasts swaying, thighs pressing together.

"Now... you’ll seed me."

Allen’s cock twitched—still wet, still sore, but already rising again. That serpentine enhancement lingered, his dick growing once more into that long, ridged, forked weapon of ruin.

The Elder Mother dropped to her knees with a speed that belied her size and licked the tip.

SSLLRP—SSSHHHLK—GLLLK!

Her tongue was wide, flat, and textured. Like a warm towel soaked in lust. She wrapped it around the ridges of his cock and sucked. Not gently. Not teasingly. Fiercely.

Allen’s hips jerked.

THROBBB—SSSHPLT—GLLRRK!

She took him deep—too deep—her throat stretching around that forked tip, her eyes rolling as she swallowed his cock like a champion, her huge tits pressing into his thighs.

"Holy shit—" Allen groaned.

Then she pulled off with a loud POP.

"Breed me," she growled, eyes glowing. "Make me forget every name but yours."

He grabbed her by the chin, kissed her deeply—tongues fighting, saliva dripping—then shoved her back onto the warm stone tiles.

Her legs parted. Her pierced pussy glistened. Runes flickered across her inner thighs.

He lined up.

And slammed in.

SSHHHHHHPLLLLLTCHH—!!

She screamed.

It was a sound the temple had never heard—low, primal, like a sacred beast surrendering.

Her walls clenched so hard it almost squeezed him out—but Allen growled, held her wide hips, and thrust again.

THWACK—THWACK—THRUMP—SCHLORK!

Every ridge scraped her insides, dragging across her soaked folds, stimulating nerves long dormant.

"YES—YES—MORE—HARDER—HUMAN—!!"

Her tail coiled around his back. Her claws raked his chest. She took every inch—demanded every inch.

Allen reached down, grabbed the rings on her pussy lips, and tugged.

SSSSHHHPLUCK!!

She came.

Explosively.

Her pussy squirted a tidal wave of hot, thick juice, spraying across the stone like a broken fountain. Her moans echoed in strange harmony with the runes pulsing around them.

Allen kept fucking.

Faster.

Deeper.

Sweat dripped down his back, balls slapping against her ass, her body jiggling beneath him like a divine offering.

She came again.

And again.

And then—

SPLLOORRRTTSSHHHH—!!

He came inside.

The Elder Mother arched her back, howling in orgasm as her womb flooded with so much cum it bulged, visibly swelled, her belly rising like a stuffed vessel.

"Y-You—"

She gasped.

Allen leaned over her trembling body, kissed her throat, then bit her tit around the ring.

"Mine now," he whispered.

She nodded.

Dazed. Submissive. Overflowing.

The temple had fallen.

But Allen?

He stood once more, cock slowly softening, body soaked in sweat, and looked at the open door behind him.

Because outside that chamber...

More footsteps echoed.

The Elder Mother lay sprawled across the sacred stone, her golden piercings jingling softly with every twitch of her fucked-senseless body. Her slit was a swollen, oozing mess—still stretched around the memory of Allen’s forked cock, cum spilling out in gloppy waves that mixed with the lingering juices of her violent orgasm. Her belly was still rounded with the sheer volume he’d dumped inside her, the tribal runes on her skin glowing faintly as if acknowledging her divine defeat.

Allen didn’t even flinch.

He stood there, drenched in sweat and sex, cock slowly softening but still wet and glistening with a cocktail of holy nectar. He didn’t speak. Didn’t smile. He just turned—casual, cocky, swinging dick and all—and walked toward the temple door.

And waiting just outside it?

Six lizardfolk.

All of them female.

All young.

All naked.

All trembling.

Priestess robes lay abandoned on the floor like shed skins. Their bodies were already wet with anticipation, tails twitching, hands pressed between thighs as they stared at him with wide, worshipful eyes.

The eldest among them—tall, lean, with dark emerald scales and glowing yellow eyes—stepped forward, her breasts heaving with nervous excitement.

"I-It’s true," she whispered. "You made the Elder Mother scream. We all heard it."

Allen just looked her up and down.

"You next?"

She blushed violently and dropped to her knees like it was instinct.

But the other five girls surged forward too, falling in line, reaching for his cock with desperate reverence, their claws delicate against his thighs, their mouths parting.

"Please... I want to taste what the Elder Mother swallowed..."

"I want it in my tailhole..."

"I want to be filled until I look pregnant!"

Allen chuckled darkly, looking down at the sea of horny, scaled faces.

"I can’t fuck all of you at once," he said.

But then he activated the skill again.

[Penis Enlargement: Ogre]

SSSHHHHLRRRP—GLLORRRK—CRACK!

His cock exploded back into its monstrous form—thicker, veiny, ridged, the head flaring like a crowned beast. The lizardgirls gasped, backing up instinctively as it rose like a serpent about to strike.

"Then again..." Allen grinned. "Let’s see how many holes we can fill at once."

They pounced.

One girl wrapped her lips around the tip immediately—SSSLUURRP!—while another pushed her ass up against his thigh, spreading her cheeks to line up her tight, twitching tailhole. A third girl climbed onto the temple steps, laying on her back, legs wide, begging.

"Breed me first! I’m the wettest!"

"Lick me while he fucks her!"

"Use my throat, please!"

Allen let the chaos explode.

He shoved his cock into the girl’s mouth—GLLRRKK!!—and grabbed the one spreading her ass and pushed her down onto his thigh, grinding her against his muscle until she was dripping on his skin.

The third? He knelt down and shoved three fingers into her at once.

SSSPLORTCH—SSSCHKKT—FLLRRP!

She squirted instantly, screaming his name as her tail slapped the floor.

One by one, he rotated them.

One riding his cock, one sucking his balls, one licking his ass, one fingering her own slit just to watch, and two fighting each other for a turn to ride next.

It was a ritual.

A sacrament.

By the time he was done, every lizardgirl was limp, drenched in sweat and cum, bellies bloated, mouths drooling, some still twitching in the aftershocks of their third, fourth, or sixth orgasm.

Allen stood in the center of the temple, surrounded by scaled bodies and slick puddles.

His cock still throbbed.

The temple wasn’t just defeated.

It was converted.

And just outside the main corridor...

More footsteps echoed.