The shattered temple trembled beneath the weight of the orgy's momentum.
Allen stood at its heart, cock gleaming with a dozen glistening streaks of cum and spit, his breath steady, his hands soaked in juices, and his voice calm as thunder.
The rival high priestess took a slow, deliberate step forward.
Her scales were like moonstone—pearly white with a shimmer of silver. Her robes were ceremonial, untouched by the filth surrounding her, her golden circlet still resting perfectly on her brow. Eyes the color of stormclouds locked onto Allen's. Judging. Measuring.
"You defile what we built for centuries," she said, voice sharp and regal.
Allen just chuckled.
"You're late."
The priestess's jaw twitched. Her hands clenched. "I came to purify this place."
Allen stepped forward, past the writhing pile of moaning priestesses and twitching guards. "Then come do it."
She flinched as he grabbed one of her loyal temple sisters by the waist and drove into her from behind.
SPLLLCHHHK—!!
