CHAPTER 156: CHAINS OF HEAVEN (18+)

The goddess hovered like a storm barely contained—golden, radiant, trembling with the power of eons. Her wings were endless, fractal, dazzling. Her voice echoed not in ears, but in souls. Yet in the center of that majesty... she was watching Allen’s cock.

It still dripped with angel cum, half-hard, half-hungry, and entirely disrespectful of divine presence.

Allen stepped forward, naked, shoulders rolled back like a god in his own right. He reached into the ruined altar and pulled out the last blessed relic—Heaven’s Binding Chains, forged from faith itself. Pure. Sacred.

He snapped one taut between his fingers and grinned.

"Let’s see if they can hold you."

The goddess flared with righteous anger, her wings stretching across the sky, but Allen was already behind her—moving faster than thought, yanking her arms down, pinning her wrists behind her glowing back. The chains sizzled against her flesh as they touched her, but they didn’t reject him.

They obeyed.

With a brutal tug, he pulled them tight—wrists bound, wings forced open, her chest thrust forward in unwilling display. She gasped, her breath catching—not from pain, but from shock.

"You dare—"

He grabbed her by the throat.

"Yes. I fucking dare."

The goddess shuddered.

Allen shoved her down from the skies, slamming her onto the cum-soaked altar where her Warden had begged minutes ago. Her mask clattered off her face. She was beautiful—devastatingly so—but her eyes flickered. Not just rage now. Not just pride.

Need.

He slapped her ass. Hard. The sound cracked like thunder. Her body jolted. Another slap. Then another. Until her divine thighs trembled and her voice—once used to command galaxies—was reduced to breathless, high-pitched gasps.

"I know that sound," Allen said, bending over her. "That’s the sound of a submissive bitch trying to remember how to beg."

She arched her back.

He grabbed her halo—still intact—and twisted it slowly like a handlebar. Her breath hitched. Her legs squirmed. She hated it. She loved it.

"You’re gonna learn," he whispered into her ear, "how to worship the god of cock and rope."

He spread her ass, revealing a tight, untouched star, already twitching like it knew what was coming.

"I’ll start where no one’s dared to touch you."

With a snap of his fingers, his cock swelled, thickened, warped into something not of this world—veiny, black-red, ridged like it belonged to an infernal beast. The goddess gasped and looked over her shoulder, eyes wide with divine fear.

"No. It—it won’t fit—"

Allen spit on her asshole. Rubbed the tip in. Pressed.

"It will."

And then he pushed in.

SKRRRRCHH—SSSSSLKCH—FWWWWMP.

Her scream rang across the sky like a broken hymn, every muscle in her body clenching as that monstrous cock forced its way in. Her golden skin flushed pink, her toes curled, her wings flared wide—but Allen didn’t stop. Inch by inch, forcing her hole wider than any angel had ever dared.

"Say it," he growled. "Say who owns your ass."

She moaned through clenched teeth. "Y-you...!"

"Louder."

"You—own—my ass—!!"

He rewarded her with a brutal thrust, slamming deep, slapping his balls against her clit. She choked on her own breath, drool dripping from her lips as her body betrayed her—shuddering, leaking, clenching around him like she was made for this.

Her halo cracked.

"You like pain?" Allen hissed, grabbing her hair and yanking her head back. "You like being humiliated?"

She nodded, desperate, her voice nearly gone. "I—I’m the goddess of submission now—"

Allen pulled out, flipped her, and shoved her down—face pressed into the altar, legs spread wide, cunt gushing like a waterfall. He slapped her pussy. She screamed.

Again.

And again.

Then he shoved three fingers in—then four—then his whole fist. Her cunt welcomed it, spasming, swallowing, her thighs shaking violently as she orgasmed around him.

"I’m not done," he growled.

He leaned down and bit her nipple, twisting the other with cruel fingers while his cock pressed back into her destroyed asshole. She was cumming again, her body convulsing in electric pulses, her mouth babbling broken prayers—"Oh god—oh fuck—please hurt me more—"

Chains wrapped around her neck, her ankles, her wings, pinning her open, helpless, spread like a sacrificial toy. Allen pistoned into her ass, harder than before, using her like a fleshlight of the gods. She took it. She loved it. Her moans became screams, and her screams became music.

And when he finally came—

THRRRRT—SPLLLCHHH—FWUMP—SPLOOOORRRRCH—!!

It was divine corruption.

It filled her ass. Overflowed. Shot from her mouth as she gasped. Her belly bulged. Her eyes rolled. Her halo shattered into dust.

She collapsed, twitching, mumbling one final truth with her cheek against the altar:

"I’m yours... I’m your divine cumdump..."

Allen pulled out, cock still throbbing, dripping seed.

He looked at the corrupted goddess, her holy body wrecked, her sacred pride ruined.

And he smirked.

"One more round."

She twitched where Allen left her—cum drooling from her ass, her face stuck to the altar by a mixture of sweat, drool, and divine juices. Her tongue lolled out, and her pupils had become heart-shaped voids.

But even in her ruined state, the sky trembled.

She wasn’t just some angel. She was the core of the pantheon. And with her submission...

Other angels felt it.

One by one, soft lights bloomed in the distance—like falling stars. Celestial bodies descending from the clouds, each one feminine, winged, and terrified. They touched down around the altar, eyes wide, glowing, conflicted.

They saw her.

Their goddess. Face down. Ass gaping. Cum everywhere. Moaning softly, like she wanted more.

And standing over her, cock still pulsing, stood Allen.

One brave angel stepped forward. Blonde, perfect, trembling in her flowing white gown.

"What... have you done to her?"

Allen grinned. "I showed her the truth. Wanna learn it too?"

The angel shivered.

Another one landed beside her. Then another. Six, in total. Each one unique. One with black wings and defiant eyes. One petite and blushing. One towering and stoic. One clearly older, her expression unreadable—but her thighs pressed together.

The corrupted goddess raised her head, tears in her eyes, lips twitching into a blissful smile.

"Don’t resist him," she whispered, voice like broken bells. "He’ll take everything... and you’ll thank him with every ruined hole."

They stared at her. Then, slowly... they knelt.

Allen’s cock throbbed.

"Oh, fuck yes."

He stepped toward the nearest angel—the blonde. She blushed, her wings fluttering as he towered over her, rubbing the head of his cock against her lips.

"Open."

She did.

FWMP—SLRK—GLK!

He shoved in deep, his cock stretching her throat instantly, her eyes crossing, tears flowing. She gagged, but didn’t pull back. She let him use her like a divine fleshlight. Her golden crown tilted sideways as Allen fucked her face, hips pounding against her nose.

Behind her, the black-winged angel growled and dropped her robe, revealing a toned, perfect body with a wet, shaved pussy between powerful thighs. "I want him in me."

Allen didn’t even pause. He grabbed her by the waist, shoved her forward, and slid two fingers into her cunt. SCHLICK—SCHLUP—SPLRT. She gasped.

"You’ll get the cock after you beg for it," he said, twisting deep. "Say what you are."

"I—I’m a fucktoy—!"

"Say it louder."

"I’M A FUCKTOY FOR YOUR SEED—!"

He rewarded her by slapping her ass, then pulling her cheeks apart and spitting on her hole.

While she moaned, Allen came down the blonde angel’s throat—SPURT—GLRK—SPASM— filling her belly until she slumped over, cum dripping from her nose.

"Next."

The others stepped closer like moths to flame. The stoic one silently dropped to all fours. The petite one squeaked, stripping and rubbing her thighs together. The older one simply knelt and offered her breasts.

Allen lost track of names. He didn’t need them. He had holes.

He shoved the defiant angel onto her back and speared her pussy with a brutal thrust. She screamed, legs flying up, her voice cracking as her tight divine cunt was ravaged.

SCHLURK—SLAP—SLAP—SLAP—!!!

Each thrust shook the altar. The goddess—still twitching—moaned louder every time one of her angels was defiled.

Allen grabbed a chain—Heaven’s Binding. He wrapped it around the petite one’s neck and tugged.

"You like this?"

She nodded, drool trailing down her chin. "Choke me, Master—please choke me while you fuck us!"

He did. Hard.

The orgy became ritual.

Cocksucking, chain-binding, pussy-slapping, anal-gaping. Wings tangled. Halos shattered. Sacred moans filled the air like a perverse choir. Allen moved between them all, fucking one while fingering another, slapping a third, and spilling cum into a fourth.

He left none untouched.

By the end, the altar was soaked. Not with rain, but with slicks of divine nectar and thick ropes of human seed. The sky had turned dark—not with doom, but with lust.

And in the center of it all, Allen stood, cock still twitching, sweat gleaming on his skin, surrounded by broken, blissed-out angel sluts.

The corrupted goddess—now kneeling beside him with semen smeared across her wings—smiled up at him.

"We offer you heaven," she whispered.

Allen smirked.

"I’ll take it hole by hole."