Allen sat in the middle of it all, sprawled across his throne like a beast king at the center of his harem. The stone beneath him was no longer just a seat—it had softened into warm, veined flesh, breathing with every pulse of power radiating from his body. Divine cum stained the steps. Goddess milk glistened on his thighs. His cock hung slick and heavy, still twitching with residual power, its shaft marked by celestial bites and kisses, as if the heavens themselves had tried to memorize its shape.
Around him, the goddesses lay in disarray.
Some trembled on their knees, heads bowed in worship they'd never known. Others sprawled on the temple floor, thighs wide, fingers still circling overstimulated clits, moaning quietly in divine aftershocks. A few clutched their bellies, gazes distant and confused, feeling something new growing inside them. Something mortal. Something his.
They hadn't just been fucked.
They'd been converted.
