BOOM.
The walls of the temple trembled again—dust rained from the cracked ceiling as another pulse of pressure rolled in from the city.
The moaning didn't stop.
If anything… it got louder.
Priestesses, guards, apprentices, and townsfolk were all still getting fucked or fucking each other. Some were begging Allen for a turn. Others just crawled to his used girls, lapping up the cum left behind like it was sacred nectar.
Allen stood over a trembling young matron, hips still grinding into her raw, twitching slit, his cock stretching her past the point of words.
She was cumming—again—arms limp, belly bulging.
But Allen's eyes weren't on her anymore.
They were locked on the massive temple entrance.
Because someone was coming.
BOOM—CLANG—THOOM.
Footsteps. Heavy ones.
Then—
Screaming. Not of pain—but in worship.
The temple doors exploded open.
And there she was.
A towering figure, backlit by divine flame.
