Chapter 158: Heaven’s collars (18+)
The cathedral trembled under the weight of corruption. Holy light flickered like candle smoke, fading into the thick musk of sex and sin that clung to the marble walls. The altar was no longer a place of prayer—it was a throne for the man who brought heaven to its knees.
Allen sat lazily on his new makeshift seat—four cum-soaked angels locked in a crawling pose, their backs arched and wings drooping as his cushion. Their faces were buried in the semen-slick floor, lips parted, moaning softly as their holes twitched from being used too many times to count. His cock rested heavy across his thigh, wet and glistening from hours of worship.
And in front of him, the doors to the sanctuary blasted open with righteous fury.
Three archangels stood tall, radiating light like gods in mortal form. One with flame-kissed wings and golden gauntlets. One wrapped in chains of divine judgment. And one—their leader—towering with six wings of brilliant white and a flaming sword that hummed with divine purpose.
"You’ve desecrated our sacred ground," she hissed, her voice like a choir sharpened into a blade. "Release them, heretic."
Allen laughed, slow and deep.
"Ladies," he said, standing up with his cock hanging like a weapon, "you came all this way to stop me? You should’ve come when I called."
The chained archangel blinked. "You... dare—"
Allen moved faster than light.
In a flash, he appeared in front of her, grabbed her by her celestial collar, and slammed her down on her knees. She gasped, magic flaring, but the collar around her neck pulsed with corrupted red as his aura overwhelmed hers. Her chains shattered like paper.
"Lesson one," Allen growled, wrapping her hair around his fist. "When you wear a collar around me—you’re a bitch. And bitches don’t talk back."
He shoved his cock into her mouth with brutal force.