Chapter 171: Crown between her thighs(18+)
The moan of the altar hadn’t faded. It echoed still in the bones of Kashet, a sensual tremor that slid through the cracks of the capital like a secret lover’s touch. Streets that had once buzzed with nervous order were now quiet, dazed. The temple guards sat with flushed cheeks and trembling hands, their spears forgotten as their minds swam in fevered dreams. In the bathhouses, in the noble halls, in the brothels and dormitories and tea shops—women stirred from sleep, soaking through their linens without knowing why. Something had been claimed. Something divine. And their bodies felt it.
But in the high palace, where marble floors gleamed and servants whispered like mice, Queen Soreya sat stiff in her throne, hands clenched tight around her scepter, her golden gaze locked on the horizon.
She had felt it too.
Not just the moan—but the calling. Like something had whispered directly into her womb. A demand. A warning. A promise.
A knock broke her trance.
"Your Majesty," came a voice, breathless. "The—Temple. It’s... there are reports. The high priestess... she was seen crawling from the gardens. Naked. Covered in... in—"
"Cum?" Soreya asked flatly, her voice cold and sharp.
The messenger went silent.
The queen stood.
She did not summon her carriage. She did not ask for guards. She walked. Down from her marble throne, through the silk-draped halls, past stunned servants and panting courtmaids with thighs clenched. She walked in silence, her long crimson cloak billowing behind her like smoke. Her heels clicked against the stone, a steady rhythm that cut through the dizzy moans lingering in the corridors. Every step was a rejection of the chaos—but her eyes said otherwise.
She was burning.
Allen stood in the center of the temple garden, half-clothed, his chest slick with sweat and smeared lipstick, his cock still semi-hard and glistening. Fina lay draped across the altar like a spoiled queen herself, her thighs parted, twitching from aftershocks. Rinni was curled on the floor, surrounded by empty-eyed priestesses still worshipping the tiles with their tongues. The whole room smelled like sex, incense, and corrupted holiness.