Chapter 168: First pilgrims
By the time Allen stepped out into the broken sunlight, the temple’s stone doors were already weeping milky condensation, glowing softly with each breath the mountain exhaled. Behind him, the sacred womb he’d awakened pulsed steadily, its new priestesses asleep in orgasmic comas, their bellies swollen and glowing with quiet purpose. The air outside tasted different—lighter, but not clean. Tainted. The wind carried the scent of what had happened deep below. Not just sex. Not just cum. Rebirth.
He cracked his neck and adjusted the waistband of his trousers, still half-soft, cock gleaming from hours of worship. He didn’t bother wiping it. Let them see. Let them smell what he’d done.
The first to meet him were the guards.
They stood frozen near the edge of the broken temple path, weapons raised in the way people raise weapons when they think it’ll help. Their mouths opened, but nothing came out. Some stared at the trail of white fluid dripping down the mountain path behind him, others at his bare chest, streaked with gold and red scales, and some at his cock still twitching lazily under his robe.
"What... what happened to the priestesses?" one finally asked.
Allen didn’t answer. He walked right past them. No one stopped him.
They couldn’t.
He didn’t just radiate dominance anymore—he carried something older, heavier. Something that made every beastkin who saw him instinctively lower their gaze and bare their neck.
The path down the mountain was quiet. Birds silent. Wind dead. As if the earth itself was listening. And then, like ants finding sugar, the first pilgrims arrived.
It started with a merchant caravan.
A lizardfolk girl—young, curvy, her scales still shifting between adolescence and maturity—had wandered too close to the temple’s edge, drawn by the glow and the smell. She saw Allen and froze. Her tail thumped the ground. She dropped to her knees without knowing why, thighs twitching, nipples poking through her travel blouse.
"Please," she whispered, not even knowing what she was asking for.