The steam curled thick through the temple baths, blurring the torchlight and cloaking the moaning priestesses in a sultry haze. The matron lay limp and twitching in the shallow pool behind Allen, her belly full, cunt dripping, tail still quivering from the brutal stuffing. Around her, the three other girls gasped and writhed like heat-drunk animals—devoted, ruined, and glowing with afterglow.
But in front of Allen…?
A dozen more.
Young priestesses, each one nervously biting her lip, scales glistening with sweat and bathwater, tails swishing low behind them. Some clutched prayer beads. Others had already dropped their robes, trembling nude with anticipation. Their breasts bounced slightly as they breathed harder, flushed with a mixture of fear, awe, and pure, dripping want.
Allen's cock twitched.
Still glistening, still pulsing, still rock-hard after battering four cunts into submission.
And still not satisfied.
