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... trembling, soaked kind of reverence. The kind born not of hymns or prayer, but of sweat-soaked skin and wombs stretched to fullness. Allen sat with his legs spread wide, cock glistening, half-hard and proud, a fresh streak of divine cum still clinging to his thigh. Around him, the air was sticky with heat, and the floor was a writhing nest of beastkin, goddess-born, and corrupted priestesses, all breathing in rhythm with his heartbeat.
Seraxa lay on the cold stone before him, face-down, ...
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