Chapter 166: Binding blood
Allen sat upon his throne, the seat still damp with sacred fluids, and his breath had only just begun to even out when the silence shifted. It wasn’t sound that changed—no clang of armor, no scuffle of feet—but a pressure in the air. Like someone had knocked on the temple walls from the inside. His girls were still splayed around him—some collapsed in the throes of aftershocks, others swaying, overstimulated but desperate for more. The air was thick with sweat and sex and power. But underneath it all... there was something older watching.
He didn’t rise, not yet. His fingers flexed along the armrest as the golden glow from the womb chamber behind him pulsed once, then again. The Core still rested there, filled with his seed, glowing with the warmth of divine pregnancy—but even she seemed to be holding her breath. Because something was coming. Not from outside. From beneath. From beneath her.
A wet sound echoed through the chamber. Slow. Slithering. Then a hiss—low, feminine, trembling with hate and hunger.
The floor in front of Allen split.
Not cracked. Split—like a cunt parting for the first time.
What rose from it wasn’t a woman, not entirely. She had the shape of one—a tall, regal thing wrapped in shadow, her arms covered in scales like midnight armor, her hips wide and built for worship—but her face held no mercy. Her eyes were pits of molten red, her lips curved into a knowing sneer, and behind her trailed something like a tail—or a spine, stripped and still twitching.
She walked forward, each step making the temple moan beneath her. Allen didn’t blink.
"You shouldn’t exist," she whispered. Her voice cracked with age and fury. "You shouldn’t be."
Allen tilted his head lazily. "And yet, here I am. Balls empty. Temple full. What now?"
She snarled. Not with rage, but with want. Her body betrayed her—the way her thighs twitched, the way her claws flexed, the way her nostrils flared at the scent of sex thick on him. She was ancient, yes, but bound to the same rules all things feminine were now bound to in this desecrated place: his presence was law, and her body would obey it before her mind did.