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.