CHAPTER 149: EGGHUNT

They didn’t speak anymore.

They moaned.

They whimpered.

They presented.

The line stretched from the altar to the temple gates—hundreds of lizardfolk girls, all 18+, each shaking with anticipation. Some bit their tongues. Some drooled. Most trembled as they waited to be bred.

Allen didn’t give them names.

They were holes now.

Wombs for worship.

The next one on the floor was a green-scaled novice with wide hips and trembling legs. She tried to smile—nervous, eager—but flinched when Allen gripped her tail and pulled her backward.

SSSLKCH—!!

Her pussy slid down his cock in one brutal stroke, and her breath vanished.

"Ghhhaa—hhhnnngh—!! I—I can’t—it’s too—!"

Her voice broke into sobs as her belly visibly bulged. Allen didn’t wait. He slammed in again.

THWAP! THWAP! THWAP!

Her hips slapped the stone with every thrust. She clawed at the floor, her tail curling around his wrist.

Cum from the last girl still glistened on his shaft.

He didn’t care.

Neither did they.

Behind her, the next acolyte already had her robe hiked up and fingers in her cunt, whispering, "Use me next... please... please—"

Allen grunted and pumped a final time, his cock flaring.

SPLLLCHHHH!

The girl under him convulsed. Her eyes rolled back. A stream of hot white sprayed from her stuffed pussy as her womb overflowed instantly.

Allen pulled out, cum dripping thick from her folds, then stepped over her.

Next girl.

Same process. Same fate.

The corruption deepened.

Stone walls pulsed with wet heat, as if the temple itself was breathing. The air turned thick, humid, fertile. Red glyphs glowed brighter each time Allen came inside another girl.

A dozen women lay twitching behind him, bellies rising.

Some cried with joy.

Others just moaned, rolling in the slick, pussy-glazed mess on the floor.

Allen paused for water.

A priestess—dark blue scales, perky tits, and a hopeful gaze—rushed forward on her knees with a goblet.

He drank it in one gulp.

Then shoved his cock into her mouth.

GLRK—!!

She gagged, eyes wide.

But she didn’t pull away.

She sucked. Desperately. Worshipfully.

Allen gripped her horns and throat-fucked her until spit sprayed from her nose and tears streamed down her face.

GLRKGHH—KKKHH—SSSSCHLPPP!

When he came, she didn’t stop.

He blasted her mouth, his cock twitching violently, and she gulped, swallowing thick loads like sacrament. Some spilled from her lips—she licked it off her chin, then bowed again.

"I’m next in line," she whispered, trembling. "Please, breed me properly..."

Allen didn’t answer.

He was already turning to the next one.

The high priestess, still dripping from earlier, joined the train of girls behind him.

So did the Matriarch.

Even they were addicted now. Pregnant, cum-filled, and still begging to be used again.

They couldn’t get enough.

At some point, the temple gates opened wider—and a new wave arrived.

Militia captains. Trainers. Tower scholars.

More young, fertile lizardwomen, drawn to the corrupted sanctuary, hearing the rumors. Some covered their mouths in shock at the sight of their Matriarch, legs spread and moaning, belly visibly full.

But most of them?

Stripped on the spot.

Walked straight in.

One tall warrior dropped her spear and knelt before Allen, mouth open, eyes glassy.

"Breed me before battle," she begged. "I want to fight with your cum inside me."

Allen obliged.

Bent her over a collapsed statue of a forgotten god, hiked her tail, and slammed in deep.

KRRKK-SSPLORTCH!

She howled. Loud. Wet.

He didn’t even remove his cock as he turned to a small, shy librarian girl beside her.

"Don’t make me wait," she whispered. "I’ll pass out if you look at me like that..."

He grabbed her hips and speared in anyway.

THWMP—THWMP—THWMP!

Now he was tag-teaming his own conquests, plowing two wombs at once.

The warrior girl screamed, shook, and came violently. The librarian girl sobbed, came quieter, but harder.

Allen switched holes.

Behind him, another priestess dropped to her knees and began licking the trail of cum he left behind.

Worship. True, messy, shameless worship.

And deep in the temple’s pulsing belly, a massive rune flared red-hot.

"He is the one."

"He is the seed."

"Breed. Serve. Obey."

Allen stood over a dozen twitching bodies, cum pooling beneath them, his cock still dripping, still hard.

He looked toward the deeper chambers.

The final sanctum.

Where the sacred egg chambers of the temple lay.

"More," he muttered.

He wasn’t done.

Not until every womb in the city was bloated with his divine gift.

And even then... he might just start again.

The air changed.

Deeper into the temple, past the columns smeared with handprints and cum, past the stone tiles still warm with body heat, Allen stepped into the egg sanctum.

And gasped.

The room pulsed with life.

Lined across the chamber were dozens—no, hundreds—of egg-bearing lizardgirls, their scales glistening under the temple glow. Their bellies were round and heavy, some already leaking from the weight of their sacred burden.

The scent?

Fertility.

And sweat.

And Allen’s cum, everywhere.

Priestesses knelt beside the swollen girls, rubbing oils onto their bellies, chanting in low, breathy moans.

He hadn’t even touched these girls yet.

They were still waiting.

A lilac-scaled girl near the front met his eyes and arched her back, spreading her legs wider.

"I’ve been waiting days," she whispered, voice shaky. "Please... bless me."

Allen didn’t answer.

He just dropped to his knees, pulled her into his lap, and shoved his cock in one brutal thrust.

SSSSCHLKT!

Her scream split the chamber.

"AH—HAAAAH!! It’s—it’s too thick—!"

But Allen grunted and shoved deeper. Her belly bulged visibly, already stretched from egg-hunger. He pulled out halfway—then slammed back in.

THWAP! THWAP! THWAP!

A slow, wet clapping echoed off the walls. She clawed his back. Her tail wrapped around his waist like she was afraid he’d pull out too soon.

He didn’t.

He kept going.

Harder.

Faster.

Until her cunt made shlurrrping noises with every thrust and she was drooling down her chin, eyes unfocused.

When he came, he growled.

SPLRRRRRCH!

His cock twitched inside her, balls drawing tight, as cum gushed into her womb like molten lava. She gasped—then passed out, smiling.

He pulled out with a plop, her pussy leaking thick white trails.

Next girl.

And next.

And next.

It became a blur.

Scales of every color. Bellies of every shape. Tails twitching. Tongues lolling. Some begged for it. Some cried. Some passed out mid-fuck and were replaced without pause.

Allen was possessed.

Every thrust corrupted more of the temple. The glow turned blood red. The murals shifted—once showing ancient gods, now depicting him, surrounded by open mouths and swollen wombs.

At one point, he was fucking two at once again—one girl bent over, the other riding reverse—both squealing, both bouncing in sync.

He roared as he came in both, fingers digging into their hips, cum flooding two wombs at once.

Their bellies visibly expanded.

Then—she appeared.

A girl unlike the rest.

Golden scales, glowing slightly. Taller. Stronger. Her eyes were sharp. Her body dripped holy power—but her thighs were slick, her chest heaving, her lip caught between her teeth.

"You’re... Allen," she whispered. "The one defiling this place."

She stepped forward slowly.

"But also the one... destined to awaken me."

Allen stood still, cock still hard and soaked.

She dropped to her knees.

"I was born from the egg of prophecy," she said, spreading her thighs. "Claim me, and the city falls."

Allen grabbed her throat.

And pushed her down.

Allen didn’t hesitate.

His grip on her throat tightened, thumb pressing under her jaw, forcing her golden eyes to meet his.

She shivered.

Not from fear—but from need.

"This is what the prophecy was about?" he growled. "Some dripping little lizard slut who wants to be fucked into a shrine?"

She whimpered beneath him. "I—I was meant to lead the temple..."

He shoved her onto her back.

"And now you’ll lead it by example."

SCHLCK!

He slid in, slow but brutal—forcing her tight, untouched cunt to give way around the sheer girth of his cock. Her hands clawed at the stone altar. Her tail slammed against the floor.

"A-Ah—no! It’s too—!"

"Shut up," he snarled, hips rolling forward. "You’re sacred, huh? You’re not a priestess anymore. You’re my fucking altar."

THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!

Her voice broke into breathy sobs, half divine hymn, half mindless moan. Her scales lit up under his thrusts, faint glowing sigils blinking to life across her hips and belly.

"Something’s—changing," she gasped.

Allen didn’t stop.

Didn’t even slow down.

"You’re mine now," he whispered, leaning in, lips brushing her ear. "You’ll bear my mark. Your body. Your faith. Your whole damn temple."

And she came.

Hard.

Her scream echoed through the egg chamber like a prayer turned scream—her back arched, thighs trembling, tongue spilling from her lips as her womb clenched around his cock like it wanted to keep him inside forever.

Allen gave her what she wanted.

SPLRRRRRT!!

He exploded inside her, ropes of thick, divine seed pumping deep into her womb—filling her until her belly rose like the others, glowing brighter and brighter.

The glyphs on her skin pulsed—then cracked.

Stone shattered.

The altar beneath her collapsed into dust as if rejecting her as a vessel for anything but him.

When Allen stepped back, her body stayed twitching—arms limp, cunt leaking, eyes glazed over.

"Goddess..." whispered one of the priestesses nearby, awestruck.

"No," Allen said, cock still slick, still hard. "Not yet."

He turned toward the crowd.

"There’s still more of you."

Dozens stepped forward.

One by one, they knelt.