They didn't speak anymore.
They moaned.
They whimpered.
They presented.
The line stretched from the altar to the temple gates—hundreds of lizardfolk girls, all 18+, each shaking with anticipation. Some bit their tongues. Some drooled. Most trembled as they waited to be bred.
Allen didn't give them names.
They were holes now.
Wombs for worship.
The next one on the floor was a green-scaled novice with wide hips and trembling legs. She tried to smile—nervous, eager—but flinched when Allen gripped her tail and pulled her backward.
SSSLKCH—!!
Her pussy slid down his cock in one brutal stroke, and her breath vanished.
"Ghhhaa—hhhnnngh—!! I—I can't—it's too—!"
Her voice broke into sobs as her belly visibly bulged. Allen didn't wait. He slammed in again.
THWAP! THWAP! THWAP!
Her hips slapped the stone with every thrust. She clawed at the floor, her tail curling around his wrist.
Cum from the last girl still glistened on his shaft.
He didn't care.
Neither did they.
