Ruler Of Beast Multiverse

Chapter 77: Waste

The news spread like wildfire through the church corridors.

Daniel’s support had completely vanished overnight. The six senior nuns who had once been his strongest backers now spoke of him with quiet pity, calling him "too gentle, too soft for true leadership." Every council meeting, every prayer circle, every whispered conversation now carried the same message: only Arahan was worthy to become the Holy Son.

Only a handful of voices — mostly older donors and a few distant relatives — still supported Marcus, the rich son of the current Father.

When Father Thomas heard the reports, his face turned purple with rage. He slammed his fist on the table in his private chambers.

"My son will not be humiliated by that sinful boy!" he snarled. "Send my daughter, Sophia. She is strong-willed and pure. Let her confront Arahan directly and expose his corruption!"

Sophia, twenty-four years old, beautiful and devout, arrived at Arahan’s private chamber the very next evening. She had come with fire in her eyes and righteous anger in her heart, ready to condemn him for defiling the church.

But the moment she stepped inside and saw Arahan standing there — tall, calm, radiating raw masculine power — something inside her shifted. Her knees weakened. Her breath caught. A hot, overwhelming wave of love and desire flooded her body. She stared at him, lips parting, cheeks flushing deeply.

Without a word, Sophia walked straight to his bed, climbed onto it, and knelt before him. freewebnovёl.ƈom

"I... I was wrong," she whispered, voice trembling with sudden devotion. "Just looking at you... I understand now. You are the one. The true Holy Son."

She didn’t wait for him to speak or move. With shaking hands she lifted her own habit high above her waist, revealing her smooth, untouched virgin pussy. Then she lay back on the bed, spread her legs wide open for him, and looked up with pure, adoring eyes.

"Please... take my virginity, Arahan. I offer myself to you completely. Let me be yours."

Arahan simply watched as the daughter of his greatest enemy gave herself to him willingly. Sophia reached down, guided his thick cock to her slick entrance, and pushed her hips forward. She gasped sharply as her virgin cunt stretched around his girth, but she kept pushing until he was fully buried inside her.

She rode him slowly at first, then faster, moaning sweetly as pleasure overtook her. "You feel so right... so holy..." When Arahan finally filled her womb with thick ropes of cum, Sophia cried out in ecstasy, her body shuddering through her first orgasm.

Afterward, still leaking his seed down her thighs, she kissed his hand and whispered reverently, "Arahan is the only worthy candidate for Holy Son. Marcus has no right. I will tell everyone."

But Sophia didn’t stop there.

The very next night, she personally brought the last five remaining senior members of the church — the final holdouts who still quietly supported Marcus — into Arahan’s chamber.

The five elderly nuns (all between fifty-five and sixty-two years old) stood hesitantly at the foot of the large bed, eyes wide with shock as they saw Sophia lying there naked from the waist down, Arahan’s fresh cum still glistening on her swollen pussy.

Sophia spoke to them gently but firmly, her voice full of new conviction.

"Sisters... real devotion is not in words or prayers alone. Real devotion means serving our true master with our bodies. Arahan is our master. Look at me — I gave him my virginity willingly, and I have never felt closer to God. You must do the same. Hesitate no longer. Climb onto his bed and offer yourselves."

The five senior nuns hesitated, faces burning with embarrassment.

"We are too old..." one whispered.

"Our bodies are no longer desirable..." another added.

"It is not proper for women of our age..."

Sophia shook her head and smiled softly.

"Age does not matter. Only true submission matters. Watch."

She gently guided the first senior nun — Sister Eleanor, sixty years old — onto the bed. Eleanor trembled as she lifted her habit and spread her wrinkled but still untouched thighs. Arahan entered her slowly. At first Eleanor gasped in discomfort, but soon her eyes widened in wonder. Soft, surprised moans escaped her lips as pleasure she had never known in sixty years flooded her body.

"Oh... sweet Lord... I never knew... this is... devotion..."

One by one, the others followed.

Sister Matilda (fifty-eight) cried tears of joy when Arahan filled her.

Sister Beatrice (sixty-one) clutched the sheets and moaned like a young girl as she came for the first time in her life.

Sister Ruth and Sister Agnes both surrendered completely, their aged bodies shaking with powerful orgasms as Arahan claimed their long-preserved virginities and pumped them full of his holy seed.

When it was over, all five senior nuns lay on the bed in a row, habits bunched around their waists, mature pussies red, swollen, and overflowing with thick white cum that ran down their thighs onto the sheets.

Their faces glowed with blissful understanding.

Sophia stood proudly beside the bed and asked softly, "Now do you see the real meaning of devotion?"

The five seniors nodded weakly, voices hoarse but fervent.

"Yes..." Sister Eleanor whispered. "Arahan is our true master... our true Holy Son."

"We were blind," Sister Matilda added, cum still leaking from her well-fucked cunt. "Only he can lead the church."

"We will speak openly," Sister Ruth promised. "Marcus must step aside. Arahan alone is worthy."

The last resistance had crumbled.

With Sophia’s passionate public endorsement and the five eldest senior nuns now fully devoted — their aged bodies marked and filled by Arahan — every remaining voice in the church turned toward him.

Marcus’s support had shrunk to almost nothing.

Father Thomas’s own daughter had betrayed him, and the final elders had been claimed.

Lilith stood in the shadows, watching with dark, satisfied pride as her brother’s path to becoming the Holy Son — and soon the Father of the entire church — became unstoppable. ƒree𝑤ebnσvel.com

Arahan’s bed was now a throne of conquered cunts, and every woman who had once opposed him now dripped with proof of their new, eternal loyalty.

The news spread like wildfire through the church corridors.

Daniel’s support had completely vanished overnight. The six senior nuns who had once been his strongest backers now spoke of him with quiet pity, calling him "too gentle, too soft for true leadership." Every council meeting, every prayer circle, every whispered conversation now carried the same message: only Arahan was worthy to become the Holy Son.

Only a handful of voices — mostly older donors and a few distant relatives — still supported Marcus, the rich son of the current Father.

When Father Thomas heard the reports, his face turned purple with rage. He slammed his fist on the table in his private chambers.

"My son will not be humiliated by that sinful boy!" he snarled. "Send my daughter, Sophia. She is strong-willed and pure. Let her confront Arahan directly and expose his corruption!"

Sophia, twenty-four years old, beautiful and devout, arrived at Arahan’s private chamber the very next evening. She had come with fire in her eyes and righteous anger in her heart, ready to condemn him for defiling the church.

But the moment she stepped inside and saw Arahan standing there — tall, calm, radiating raw masculine power — something inside her shifted. Her knees weakened. Her breath caught. A hot, overwhelming wave of love and desire flooded her body. She stared at him, lips parting, cheeks flushing deeply.

Without a word, Sophia walked straight to his bed, climbed onto it, and knelt before him.

"I... I was wrong," she whispered, voice trembling with sudden devotion. "Just looking at you... I understand now. You are the one. The true Holy Son."

She didn’t wait for him to speak or move. With shaking hands she lifted her own habit high above her waist, revealing her smooth, untouched virgin pussy. Then she lay back on the bed, spread her legs wide open for him, and looked up with pure, adoring eyes.

"Please... take my virginity, Arahan. I offer myself to you completely. Let me be yours."

Arahan simply watched as the daughter of his greatest enemy gave herself to him willingly. Sophia reached down, guided his thick cock to her slick entrance, and pushed her hips forward. She gasped sharply as her virgin cunt stretched around his girth, but she kept pushing until he was fully buried inside her.

She rode him slowly at first, then faster, moaning sweetly as pleasure overtook her. "You feel so right... so holy..." When Arahan finally filled her womb with thick ropes of cum, Sophia cried out in ecstasy, her body shuddering through her first orgasm.

Afterward, still leaking his seed down her thighs, she kissed his hand and whispered reverently, "Arahan is the only worthy candidate for Holy Son. Marcus has no right. I will tell everyone."

But Sophia didn’t stop there.

Afterward, still leaking his seed down her thighs, she kissed his hand and whispered reverently, "Arahan is the only worthy candidate for Holy Son. Marcus has no right. I will tell everyone."