Chapter 276: All Noise To Me

The temple trembled. Not from a quake, not from battle—but from me.

From my fury.

The Doberman's legs kicked uselessly in the air, his eyes wide and bloodshot, pupils shrinking like he'd just realized the goddamn world had teeth. My grip didn't loosen. In fact, it tightened, just enough to make him remember that breath was a privilege—one I was currently holding hostage.

"You think you can touch someone in my temple without consent?" I whispered sweetly, dangerously, like a lullaby sung over broken glass.

I turned slightly, still holding him midair, to look at the golden retriever girl. She was shaking, her tail twitching in tiny, frantic flicks behind her, her hands clutched tight to her chest. Her soft brown eyes met mine. Scared. Embarrassed. Ashamed.

That pissed me off even more.

"No one touches what's under my protection," I said coldly. "Everyone is safe inside my temple."

The air shimmered. Reality itself took a step back like it didn't want to fuck with me. The last thing I want when I open my temple to the public is for some fuckers to walk around abusing others. My temple is a place for pleasure, lust, and breeding, a place where you can express yourself in whatever way you want, without fear of rejection.

"Tsk." With a flick of my wrist, I hurled the Doberman across the hallway. He crashed into the marble like a bug hitting a windshield, his body crumpling with a sound that was way too satisfying. The floor cracked around him in a spiderweb of white stone.

"UGH!" He groaned, dazed. I sauntered over.

"You know what?" I purred, standing over him, cock swinging lazily like a divine wrecking ball. "I've been so generous with you. I didn't humiliate you for growling. I didn't neuter you when you barked. Hell, I even offered to upgrade your sorry excuse for manhood." My foot pressed down on his chest, pinning him like the dog he was.

"But now... now you're done."

With a wave of my hand, crimson chains erupted from the floor, wrapping around his wrists, ankles, throat—everything. They glowed with my divine signature, unbreakable, unrelenting.

"I hereby strip you of all sexual rights within this temple," I declared, voice booming like thunder. "No touching. No fucking. No cumming. Not unless I say so. You will not breed. You will not dominate. And I'll personally punish you."

The chains pulsed. His cock—if you could call it that—shrank further, practically inverting like it knew better.

A hush fell over the crowd. Everyone was watching, eyes wide. I turned to them, hands on my hips, tits proudly jiggling with divine finality.

"Let this be a fucking lesson," I said, voice sharp. "Consent is law in my temple. You cross that line, and I will rebuild you from the inside out as a cum-sponge maid doll with a permanent vibrating asshole. Don't test me."

A few people gulped. Someone clapped. Not even sarcastically. I'm genuinely impressed. I guess they hate this dog as much as I do.

That satisfied my ego a bit, though not my rage. That needed an outlet. Preferably a very fun and dirty one. My dick throbbed, hard and heavy, eager for some serious worship.

Turning back to the Doberman-slash-wannabe-alpha male, I saw him. Dazed. Petrified. Maybe pissing himself a little. I smiled darkly, slapping a hand on his bare thigh, nails scratching in playful circles against his fur.

"Hum~... I really want to taste a furry ass."

SNAP!

Snapping my finger I teleported the dog into one of the rooms, where he would wait for his punishment. A personal breeding session with the Goddess of Breeding herself.

See? I am a generous goddess. Not many could say that they took the goddess's cock in the ass, and were able to walk afterward.

Stopping in front of the golden retriever—a nice sweet girl, that reminded me of Lora a little. She looked up at me, those big eyes welling with tears she refused to let fall.

"You okay?" I asked gently, crouching down, tucking a strand of her golden hair behind her floppy ear.

"Y-Yes, my Goddess… Thank you." She nodded shakily.

"Don't thank me," I said, brushing her cheek. "Just remember—you're safe here. Always. And if anyone ever makes you feel like you're not, you tell me. I'll show them what divine wrath tastes like."

"Eh?" She blinked up at me, then threw her arms around my waist, burying her face into my bare stomach. "You're the best Goddess ever…"

"Hehe." I chuckled, patting her head. "Damn right."

"Think of it as an apology." I winked. After sending her information directly to her mind about the body transformation room, I allowed her to use the room to permanently change one thing in her body as she saw fit. "Enjoy your stay."

"!!!" The retriever-kin's eyes widened. Then she flashed a sunny smile, making her cuter.

She walked past me, following her two friends. Soon, only I and the pink cat remained inside the long hallway.

"What about you?" I asked, wondering why she was still standing here alone. "Don't you want to have kids?"

"I want to, Nya~... but..." Her words died out, her lips pressed tightly, eyes lingering on her legs. That look I knew too well, and when I scanned the pink cat with my divine sense I connected the dots.

"You can't have kids." I finished the words for her.

"Meow..." She didn't speak, only nodding her head in return. And before I had the chance to say that being sterile was no big deal for me, the pink cat spoke first.

"I was the first creation of my goddess. The very first," she started to talk in a hushed tone, telling her story. I listened silently.

"From the goodness of her heart, my goddess Lora gave me too many magics, skills, and gifts to the point they began to conflict with each other, Nya~," she explained. "My goddess was inexperienced and she used her divine magic to give me a body that could withstand that many magics at once."

"As a result, I became sterile. I cannot bear children. No matter how much my goddess loves me, I cannot give birth. This body will never be able to grant the wish that all life beings possess—reproduction." The pink cat smiled a bitter smile, her cat ears dangling as a sad drop of tear leaked from her eyes.

"Now that I saw what your temple had to offer, I began to think, maybe I can have a child… even a single one..."

"Why not?" I asked, surprising the pink cat with the response. "You can have as many as you want."

"Nya?!"

"Like I said before, I'm the Goddess of Breeding," I said with a grin tugging at the corners of my lips, cock still half-hard and draped in divine defiance.

"Sterility, magical conflicts, broken vessels—it's all noise to me. I'm not just any random goddess. I'm the Goddess of Breeding. If I say your womb works, then congratulations, sweetheart—your womb works."

The pink cat stared at me like she'd just been handed a miracle wrapped in silk and soaked in honey. Her eyes shimmered, her ears twitching uncertainty. She opened her mouth to speak, but no sound came out—just a breathy, stuttered exhale. Like her entire soul was hiccuping from hope.

I walked toward her, each step slow and sensual, a silent promise of endless pleasures. A promise I made true by pressing her body close and sandwiching my cock between her thighs. I tilted her chin up with two fingers, locking eyes.

"You were made with love, right?" I asked softly. "Then you deserve to feel what it's like to create life. To carry it, to nurture it, to birth it in glory. And I can give that to you. Not just a child. Your child."

"But my goddess—Lora—she tried everything, Nya~…" Her lips trembled. I felt her tail curl around my ankle like it was clinging to me. I stroked her cheek and brushed a tear away.

"Lora's not the goddess of fertility," I pointed out, not to shatter her hopes, just stating the facts. "Her concepts are farming and animals. She... let's shut up for a moment and fix you, my dear."

"NYA!!...HMMM!"

She didn't even have the time to reply as I sealed her lips with my own. It wasn't lust—not entirely. It was power. Comfort. A divine promise carried on my breath.

Her eyes widened at first, shocked, stiff in my arms. But then she melted, her soft breasts pressing into mine. She let out the sweetest sound, a deep moan straight from her soul as her body surrendered to pleasure like nothing else.

My divine power weaved through her veins like fertile lightning. I rewrote her, delicately and perfectly, like a composer fixing a single wrong note in a symphony of magic. Her womb flared to life—a spark turning into a sun.

The transformation took moments. But its effects were permanent.

She collapsed forward, sobbing—not in pain, but in overwhelmed joy. I caught her, arms wrapping around her as she trembled against me.

"You're whole now," I whispered. "And your womb? It's hungrier, like mine."

"Hehehe." She laughed through tears, burying her face into my cleavage like it was the safest place in the universe. Honestly, it probably was.

"I… I don't know how to thank you," she whispered, voice raw with emotion.

"Easy," I purred, lifting her up like a princess, letting her feel the weight of my desire pressing against her inner thigh. "Let me put a baby in you."

"R-Really? You mean—?" Her eyes widened, pupils dilating with heat and wonder.

"Yes," I nodded. "Right here. Right now. I'll do it myself. Not just because I can, but because you deserve to be worshipped inside and out."

I turned, carrying her through the hallway. The temple walls pulsed with energy, moaning as though the structure itself was horny for what was to come. A room formed ahead of us—warm, glowing, designed for one thing only.

Breeding.

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