Chapter 206: Nest
"Fina," Allen murmured, voice low like thunder rumbling through the silk-hung chamber.
The catkin was still licking her claws clean of the High Priestess’s slick, her golden eyes gleaming with lazy hunger. "Mm?"
"Something’s watching us."
Rinni’s floppy ears twitched instantly. She peeled herself off Allen’s thigh with a wet shlorp and stood unsteadily, thighs sticky and trembling. "Uh oh. Not more spider bitches, right?"
"No," Allen growled, his gaze locked beyond the temple’s archway, into the mist-wrapped trees. "Something else."
The jungle outside had gone quiet—no birds, no bugs, no breeze. Just thick, wet heat and a creeping stillness that coiled around the edges of instinct.
The remaining spiderkin priestesses, now drunk on shame and cum, slumped against the columns or clung to one another like broken dolls. None of them noticed the dark shape lurking just beyond the vine-covered threshold. But Allen did.
He stepped forward, bare, glistening, and still half-hard. The High Priestess whimpered from the altar behind him, her hips jerking at even the sound of his footfalls. He ignored her.
"Come out," he said, voice sharp like a whip crack. "I’m not in the mood to chase."
The vines parted—not from movement, but as if the jungle itself exhaled. Out stepped a woman. No, not quite. Her figure shimmered like oil on water. Barefoot. Cloaked in something that wasn’t fabric, but shadows sewn into form. Her eyes gleamed violet. And her smile? Way too calm for someone walking into a freshly defiled temple.
"You reek of sex and ruin," she said, her voice a sultry purr, both amused and unimpressed. "Lovely."
Allen cocked an eyebrow. "You here to judge me, watch, or join in?"