The heavy doors creaked open with a groan, and every scaled head that wasn't too broken to lift turned toward the sound. Allen didn't move. He stood at the center of the ruin like a beast after the kill, chest slick with sweat, cock still thick and dripping with cum. The steam clung to him like smoke rising from a battlefield.
Through the haze stepped the high priestess. She was taller than the others, draped in robes of silver and gold that trailed behind her like molten sunlight. Her horns curled elegantly from her temples, her crest of white hair cascading down her back in shimmering waves. Her tail flicked once behind her, slow and deliberate, as her glowing amber eyes swept the carnage before her.
