The goddess hovered like a storm barely contained—golden, radiant, trembling with the power of eons. Her wings were endless, fractal, dazzling. Her voice echoed not in ears, but in souls. Yet in the center of that majesty… she was watching Allen's cock.
It still dripped with angel cum, half-hard, half-hungry, and entirely disrespectful of divine presence.
Allen stepped forward, naked, shoulders rolled back like a god in his own right. He reached into the ruined altar and pulled out the last blessed relic—Heaven's Binding Chains, forged from faith itself. Pure. Sacred.
He snapped one taut between his fingers and grinned.
"Let's see if they can hold you."
The goddess flared with righteous anger, her wings stretching across the sky, but Allen was already behind her—moving faster than thought, yanking her arms down, pinning her wrists behind her glowing back. The chains sizzled against her flesh as they touched her, but they didn't reject him.
They obeyed.
