The Beyonder's Prophecy
Copyright© 2025 by Subconscious_P
Chapter 3
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 3 - Jalen Moss has two years to get eight women pregnant... or humanity dies. Jalen Moss was just trying to build a decent life for himself. Then one night, everything changed. A cosmic entity known as The Architect appears in his bedroom with a prophecy that makes no sense-and gives him no choice. Within two years, Jalen must father eight children... with eight different women. These children will grow into the heroes destined to save the world. If he fails? Humanity doesn't survive.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Romantic Heterosexual Fiction Sports Workplace Cheating Sharing Harem Polygamy/Polyamory Interracial Black Male White Female Hispanic Female Facial Massage Masturbation Oral Sex Pregnancy Big Breasts Public Sex Size
On Monday morning, 29-year-old Kristen Stanley watched through the window from her office as a black truck pulled into the parking lot of Wellness Georgia.
She shifted on her black high-heeled pumps and brushed a strand of her long brown wavy hair behind her ear.
This had to be the contractor she spoke to on the phone. She had found him through his website and had been impressed enough to recommend him to her boss.
He seemed polite and professional over the phone, but Kristen had also caught something else in his voice when she spoke with him. There had been a certain warmth and curiosity. She had to admit, he had a sexy voice. Now, it was time to put a face to the name.
She saw him step out of his truck. She couldn’t make out his face from this high up, but she could see that he was a tall black man. He adjusted his work boots and tool belt that hugged his fitted dark jeans and made sure his navy polo hugged his shoulders and chest before shutting his truck door.
Kristen took out her make-up mirror from her purse and did a quick check to ensure her makeup and red lipstick were good.
Satisfied, she put the mirror back, smoothed her black pencil skirt out and made sure that her light gray button-down shirt was properly tucked in before grabbing her folder and heading downstairs.
“Hey, Kristen! I think your contractor is here!” the office manager, Betty Clover, said cheerfully motioning to the man walking towards the glass doors as Kristen walked into the lobby.
Kristen smiled. “I see him. Thanks, Betty.”
Betty gave her smile that was laced with something else that Kristen couldn’t quite place. She couldn’t worry about that though.
Kristen headed towards the doors and pushed them open ready to greet the contractor who could hopefully transform their storage room into something that would truly aid their mission.
Then she stopped in her tracks.
The contractor approached her with a warm smile, and to say he was attractive was a gross understatement.
He was tall as she noted before, about 6’2 or so, but it was his face and build that Kristen found captivating. He had chocolate skin with a caramel complexion, a square jaw, a clean buzz cut, and a well-groomed connected beard.
His shoulders were broad and looked sturdy. His arms were very toned from the wrists to his biceps. Kristen found her mind going to places it shouldn’t.
For a moment, she just stared at him completely forgetting to speak.
He seemed to notice her hesitation and spoke first.
“Kristen Stanley?” he asked, extending a hand. “I’m Jalen Moss.”
Kristen blinked, snapping out of it, before plastering on a professional smile and taking his hand.
“Yes! Sorry, I—” she cleared her throat. “It’s nice to finally meet you, Jalen. Thanks for coming in.”
Jalen nodded, his grip firm and warm, and Kristen was acutely aware of how strong his hand felt around hers. She pulled away, brushing another stray hair behind her ear.
She stepped aside, gesturing for him to enter. “Come on in. I’ll show you the space we need renovated.”
Jalen entered and then allowed her to take the lead, his eyes seemingly taking her in. She heard him exhale slowly as he followed.
Kristen led Jalen through the halls of Wellness Georgia, all the while trying to keep her focus on the task at hand. The storage space, the renovation plans, the funding were what she was supposed to be thinking about. Not how damn good Jalen Moss looked walking beside her.
She could smell his cologne. It smelled of something clean, masculine, and subtle, but never overwhelming. No, he had put on just the right amount, and it was practically putting her in a trance from how good it smelled.
They descended the stairs to the bottom floor of the building and walked towards the end of the quieter hallway.
“So, this is the current storage area,” she said opening the double doors stepping inside.
The space was cluttered but functional, with shelves stacked high with medical supplies, equipment, and outdated storage containers, which would need to be completely reworked.
Jalen stepped forward, taking it all in with a professional eye, nodding slightly.
“So, what do you all do here?” Jalen asked.
Kristen swallowed trying to stay focused. “We’re a nonprofit dedicated to providing low-cost medical supplies and facilitating low-cost healthcare for low-income residents and underserved areas in Georgia.”
Jalen nodded. “That’s awesome. I really love it when I can potentially help an organization make a difference.”
Kristen smiled, appreciating his sentiment.
“Renovating this storage space will allow us to store more supplies here to have readily available to help those in need.”
“I can see how that would be beneficial,” Jalen said, surveying the space.
Kristen crossed her arms, watching as he moved through the space, his broad shoulders flexing beneath his fitted polo, and his jeans hanging perfectly on his well-built lower frame.
She had worked with contractors before, but none of them had looked like Jalen. None of them had made her feel so ... distracted.
“How much space are y’all trying to add?” Jalen asked, running a hand along one of the shelves, testing the stability.
Kristen blinked. Right, the project, she thought.
“Oh— uh, we’re looking to maximize vertical space while also making room for larger medical devices that we’re planning to purchase,” she said hastily.
Jalen turned to her, nodding as he listened. Kristen’s heart skipped as their eyes met. His dark, focused gaze locked onto hers.
“Why does he have to look at me like that?” she thought, exhaling slowly, shifting her stance and feeling suddenly warm despite the cool air conditioning. Her light-purple manicured nails clutched her folder tighter.
“And, um— we also need better climate control in here,” she added quickly, looking anywhere but at him.
Jalen didn’t seem to notice her flustered state, or at least, if he did, he wasn’t letting on. He remained completely professional, taking mental notes, asking all the right questions, nodding in understanding as she walked him through the issues.
Kristen tried to mirror his professionalism, but it was getting harder and harder to ignore how drawn she was to him.
She found herself watching his hands as he measured out distances, imagining how strong they must be and how they’d feel on her. She caught herself staring at his lips when he spoke, wondering how they would feel against...
STOP IT, Kristen, she thought, swallowing hard, shifting on her heels.
Jalen finished looking around, turning to her with that same calm, unreadable expression.
“I’ve got a good idea of what needs to be done,” he said, “I’ll put together a proposal and send it over in a few days.”
Kristen nodded quickly, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear.
“That sounds great! Um— thank you, Jalen. Just so you know we have one other contractor bid that we’re considering, but we’re really looking forward to seeing what you come up with.”
Jalen smiled. “That’s fine. It’s good that you’re getting multiple quotes.”
She smiled a little too brightly, hoping it masked the fact that she had been anything but focused during this walkthrough.
Jalen continued to smile but remained all business. “I’ll go ahead and go. I’ll be in touch.”
With that, he turned to leave, leaving Kristen standing in the middle of the storage room flustered, hot, and more confused than ever.
Later that day, Kristen returned home from work. She pulled into the driveway of her townhouse. Her mind still lingered on Jalen Moss as she cut the engine. She had spent the entire drive home trying to shake the feeling that had settled in her chest since leaving the Wellness Georgia office.
It wasn’t just about how attractive Jalen was, though, God, he was, it was something else. Something about the way he listened, the way he carried himself with quiet confidence, and how his presence felt strong, steady, and ... alive.
She sighed, running a hand through her dark waves before grabbing her bag and stepping inside.
“Hey,” a voice called from the kitchen. “How was your day?”
It was the voice of Rob Patton, Kristen’s fiancé and with whom she shared her townhouse.
Kristen set her bag down and kicked off her heels. “Good. You?”
“Same,” he replied automatically.
That was it. It was the same halfhearted exchange they had every night. Like it was an obligation rather than an actual conversation.
Rob was leaning on the counter near the stove, still dressed in his work attire, scrolling through his phone as he stirred something in a pan. Kristen went to freshen up.
When she came back, dinner was already plated and waiting at the table. It was simple and practical. Rob and Kristen had been engaged for over a year, and had been together for four years overall, but they still hadn’t set a date for their wedding.
They ate in near silence. The occasional clink of utensils against their plates was the only real sound between them. Kristen tried to engage.
“So ... any update on that client you were excited about?” she asked.
Rob barely looked up from his plate. “Yeah, it’s coming along. Probably gonna have to fly out next week for some meetings.”
Kristen nodded, taking another bite. “Where to?”
“New York. Maybe L.A. after that,” he replied.
Kristen had heard this before. Another trip, another week of him being gone, and another excuse to push back setting a wedding date, but she didn’t press him. After dinner, Rob migrated to the living room, turning on the TV, settling into his usual spot on the couch with a beer.
Kristen stayed at the table for a while, absently scrolling on her phone, not even sure what she was looking for. Maybe something, anything, that didn’t feel so lifeless like her home life felt right now.
Her mind kept drifting back to Jalen. She thought about how he made her feel something real, even if it was fleeting. She shook her head, pushing the thoughts away. This was just one of those nights where she had to wonder, is this really it?
Kristen wasn’t going to sit in silence tonight. She wasn’t going to let another evening drift by without feeling something.
So, as Rob sat glued to the TV, nursing a beer, she took a deep breath and made a move she hadn’t made in a long time.
She walked over to him, climbed into his lap, and straddled him. Rob’s body tensed in surprise, his hands instinctively coming up to rest on her hips, but his eyes never left the damn screen. Kristen slowly rolled her hips, her hands sliding up his chest, her lips just inches from his jawline.
“Hey, baby,” she whispered, trying to sound sultry, teasing, and inviting.
Rob blinked, finally tearing his eyes away from the show.
“Whoa, what’s this about?” he asked, half-laughing, but not in the way that made her feel desired. More like ... confused.
Kristen bit her lip, holding back frustration. “Just thought we could ... change up the routine a little.”
Rob exhaled through his nose, glancing back at the TV. “Babe, I really wanted to watch this episode,” he muttered. “Can we do this later?”
Kristen froze. The rejection hit her like a slap. It wasn’t even just about sex. It was about the fact that he barely looked at her anymore and barely ever showed that he wanted her. She had just put herself out there, only to get brushed off for some stupid show on Amazon Prime.
Her face burned, not with embarrassment, but with anger. Without another word, she pushed herself off him and stormed upstairs. Rob didn’t call after her or even pause his show. By the time she reached the bedroom, her hands were shaking. She yanked off her blouse, tossing it to the side, and sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the floor.
Her heart was pounding, but not in the way she had wanted. She felt rejected, unwanted, and stupid for even trying. Then before she could stop herself, she grabbed her phone and opened Facebook. Her fingers hovered over the search bar.
This was stupid. She shouldn’t do this..., and yet she typed the name. Jalen Moss.
The second she typed it in, his profile popped up. His profile picture was a casual shot of him in a black T-shirt, arms crossed, standing in front of a renovation project. He looked strong, confident, and capable. He looked everything Rob wasn’t.
Kristen bit her lip, her pulse picking up as she scrolled. His photos weren’t flashy, mostly work-related with a few candid shots of him with friends, and a couple of old basketball pictures from back in the day. Then she saw one that made her pause.
It was him in a fitted white dress shirt, standing at what looked like a formal event, holding a glass of whiskey. He looked damn good. Kristen swallowed hard, her thumb lingering over the picture.
Before she even fully registered what she was doing, she clicked on his “Add Friend” button. The second it sent, her body filled with the sensation of butterflies.
What the hell am I doing?
She quickly turned off her phone, tossing it onto the nightstand, and laid back against the bed, staring at the ceiling. Her body was still burning but for an entirely different reason now because for the first time, she wasn’t just disappointed in Rob, she was actively seeking out someone else.
Kristen lay flat on her back, now just in her purple bra and pencil skirt, her body burned with frustration. Her breath was shallow, her skin still tingling from the rejection downstairs, Rob barely even looking at her, and putting herself out there only to be ignored.
Her fingers tightened in the sheets, and her thighs pressed together, but she didn’t want to feel frustrated anymore. She wanted to feel something else. Something deeper, hotter, and real.
Her hand slid down her stomach, slipping beneath the waistband of her skirt, finding her pussy, already wet and aching for touch. She exhaled sharply and let her mind wander, and in her mind, she saw Jalen Moss.
She pictured him standing in front of her, just like he had earlier that day. His broad shoulders stretched against that fitted polo; his strong, calloused hands ran over the shelves in the storage room.
She imagined what those hands would feel like on her, gripping her hips, pulling her close, making her feel claimed. Her fingers moved slowly, teasing herself, her lips parting in a soft, desperate sigh. She imagined Jalen’s dark eyes locked onto hers, his voice low and commanding in her ear.
“You need me to take care of you, don’t you?” imaginary Jalen whispered.
Kristen let out a quiet moan, her back arching slightly, her hips rolling against her own touch. She thought about how his hands would feel, sliding up the inside of her thighs, parting them, with his breath warm as he kissed a trail up her stomach.
“You feel so damn good, Kristen.”
Her pace quickened, her breaths coming faster and heavier. Her body trembled as she imagined Jalen between her legs with his mouth on her and his tongue teasing, stroking, and sucking.
“Oh God.”
Her fingers moved faster, and her pussy was now soaking wet. She thought about how deep he would feel, how he wouldn’t hesitate, ignore her, or ask to finish watching some stupid show first.
No, Jalen would have dropped everything and taken her right there in the living room. The thought alone sent a surge of pleasure rushing through her, and the explosion inside of her rocked her entire body.
Kristen moaned as she felt her body tensing, tightening, and her toes curling as her climax crashed over her. She bit her lip, muffling her moans, her heart pounding as her body shook beneath her own touch.
As the waves of pleasure slowly faded, her chest rising and falling rapidly, reality came creeping back in. Her fiancé was downstairs, clueless and uninterested. Meanwhile, she had just gotten herself off thinking about another man.
Kristen stared up at the ceiling, still breathless and dazed. She knew what this meant. This wasn’t just frustration anymore. It was a desire for someone who wasn’t her fiancé.
By Wednesday afternoon, Kristen felt stupid for sending Jalen that damn friend request. She had checked more times than she cared to admit, but there was still no notification that he had accepted it, and with every passing hour, her regret grew stronger.
Her heart dropped every time her phone buzzed, only to realize it was just a work email or a text from her mother or Rob, rather than Jalen accepting her request.
Maybe he had seen it and ignored it. That thought alone made her body go cold with embarrassment.
She tried to shake it off, but when Jalen’s email came through, all those thoughts were shoved aside by something else entirely. It was his proposal.
Later that day, Kristen and Jim sat together in the conference room, both of them pouring over Jalen’s email. The proposal was detailed, precise, and thorough. Jalen had thought of everything: storage optimization, climate control adjustments, maximizing efficiency for medical supply access and more. It was ambitious and modern, and it was clear he had put serious thought into it.
Kristen had expected to be impressed, but this was well beyond her wildest expectations. The proposal from the other contractor didn’t even come close to this level of detail. This was someone who actually cared about the work he was doing, and it only made her intrigue and desire for Jalen even more intense if that were possible.
Jim leaned back in his chair, rubbing his chin. “I gotta say, Kristen, this is one of the best proposals we’ve seen in a long time.”
Kristen nodded, still scanning through Jalen’s breakdowns. “I agree. It’s really well put together. The pricing is a little higher than we expected, but the quality of the vision speaks for itself.”
Jim exhaled. “Exactly. I think we need to bring him back in, have him talk us through the details so we fully understand the costs.”
Kristen swallowed. She had been both anticipating and dreading seeing Jalen again.
“Tomorrow maybe?” Jim suggested, “If he’s available, we can do late morning, around eleven.”
Kristen swallowed again, trying to keep her expression neutral.
“Yeah, that works for me,” she said smoothly, even though her pulse had just kicked up a notch.
Jim typed out the meeting request and sent Jalen a reply, officially inviting him to come in for a walkthrough of his proposal. Kristen sat back in her chair, tapping her fingers against the table.
Her mind was racing. Tomorrow, she would be face-to-face with Jalen again, and after everything that had happened since meeting him, she had no idea how to act around him.
The next day, Jalen pulled into the parking lot of Wellness Georgia, shutting off his truck and exhaling slowly.
This was just another meeting. A normal walkthrough of his proposal. Then why did something in the air feel different?
Maybe it was because of Kristen. She had been a little flustered the last time they met. She was professional, sure, but Jalen had caught the way she looked at him when she thought he wouldn’t notice, and if Jalen had learned anything over the years, it was how to read people.
Jalen had to be careful. Kristen was beautiful, and he could feel himself being drawn to her somehow. He couldn’t allow himself to get distracted, though. This project was too important, and he was still competing for the job.
He stepped inside the office building and proceeded into the lobby. Before he could even fully scan the area, a cheerful voice greeted him.
“Well, you must be Jalen Moss!”
Jalen turned toward the front desk, where an older white woman with short, curled gray hair and bright eyes was already beaming at him. She had the warm, welcoming presence of someone who had been the heart of an office for years.
Jalen smiled. “That’s me.”
The lady clapped her hands together, clearly delighted. “Oh, honey, I’ve heard all about you! I’m Betty, and it’s an absolute pleasure to meet you! Kristen and Jim have been talking nonstop about your proposal.”
Jalen chuckled, shaking his head. “Hopefully they were saying good things.”
“Oh, only the best!” Betty assured him.
Then she leaned in slightly, lowering her voice as if telling him a secret. “And between you and me, I think Kristen was extra excited about you coming in today.”
Jalen raised an eyebrow, but before he could even process that, Betty had already grabbed her desk phone.
“Let me call her and tell her you’re here. Just a moment!”
Kristen had just finished applying her lipstick when her desk phone rang. She glanced down, saw Betty Clover’s name, and swallowed hard. Jalen must’ve arrived.
Kristen took a deep breath before picking up. “Hey, Betty.”
“Morning, sweetheart! Your contractor is here, and my, oh my, is he handsome!” Kristen closed her eyes for a second, trying not to sound as breathless as she felt.
“Thanks, Betty. I’ll be right there,” she responded.
She hung up, steadied herself, and grabbed her folder. Her high heels clicked a little too fast as she made her way toward the lobby floor.
She came down the elevator, exited, rounded the corner, and there he was.
He was standing near the reception desk, confident as ever with his dark eyes focused on something Betty was saying to him. Kristen’s breath caught in her throat. He somehow looked even better than she remembered.
His fitted button-up stretched across his muscular chest, tucked into dark slacks that sat just right on his frame. He exuded the kind of quiet confidence that made him even more attractive. He looked calm, in control, and completely unbothered. Meanwhile, Kristen felt like a mess.
She smoothed down her blouse, ran a hand through her dark waves, and forced herself to step forward.
Jalen’s eyes snapped to hers immediately, and when they locked gazes, she swore she saw something flicker in his expression. Like he could tell she had been thinking about him, dreaming about him, and wanting him.
Kristen forced a smile and approached, her voice steady despite the rapid thudding in her chest.
“Jalen. Good to see you again.”
Jalen smiled, his handshake firm and warm again as his dark eyes held hers just a second longer than necessary.
“Good to see you too.”
“Let’s go meet Jim,” she said.
Later, Kristen sat across from Jalen and Jim Harbor in the conference room, her back straight, hands neatly folded over the project folder in front of her.
She was trying her best to stay focused. Jalen sat calm and composed, exuding his usual quiet confidence as he spoke with ease. Jim was hanging on to his every word, nodding, asking follow-up questions, and completely absorbed in Jalen’s expertise and vision.
Kristen, meanwhile, was barely holding it together. She was stuck staring at Jalen, pretending to take notes and act like she was as engaged in the discussion as Jim was.
Unfortunately, her thoughts were betraying her. Jalen’s sleeves were rolled up, exposing his strong forearms, the veins in his hands visible as he gestured. His voice was deep, steady, and smooth as silk.
Every time he said words like “sturdy foundation” or “reinforced structure,” Kristen found her mind going places it definitely shouldn’t. She clenched her thighs together beneath the table.
God, get a grip, Kristen! she thought.
Jalen, of course, was completely composed. If he noticed how flustered she was, he didn’t show it. His focus remained on the proposal, breaking down his pricing, the construction timeline, and the efficiency of his designs.
Jim, enthralled, leaned forward. “Jalen, I gotta say, you clearly know your stuff. Everything you’re proposing makes a lot of sense. The cost is a little higher than we anticipated, but after hearing your breakdown, I can see why.”
Jalen nodded. “I understand the budget concern, but the quality of materials and the additional storage optimization will ensure this space is not only functional but built to last.”
Kristen was barely keeping up with the conversation at this point. She had the numbers in front of her. She had gone through them last night. She should be asking questions and be more engaged.
Instead, all she could focus on was how effortlessly Jalen commanded the room ... and how great it would be if he bent her over and rammed her pussy with whatever he was hiding underneath those pants.
Jim, completely oblivious to Kristen’s internal struggles, kept talking.
“Kristen, what do you think? This all looks solid, right?”
She snapped out of it, forcing herself to sound normal. “Uh— yes. Yes, I agree. The layout is excellent, and I like the long-term efficiency considerations.”
Jalen smiled just barely as if he could sense the way she was struggling. Kristen crossed her legs beneath the table, gripping her pen a little too tightly as she tried to rein in the storm inside her.
After nearly an hour, Jim finally leaned back, satisfied. “Alright, Jalen. I think this is exactly what we need. Let me run some final budget approvals, and we’ll get back to you with an official go-ahead.”
Jalen nodded, standing smoothly. “Sounds good. Take your time. Let me know if you need any adjustments.”
Jim clapped Jalen on the shoulder. “Kristen, why don’t you show Jalen out? I’ll get started on finalizing the budget discussion.”
Kristen stood as well, feeling lightheaded, relieved that the meeting was over, but not relieved at all that she’d have to walk Jalen out.
Kristen forced a tight smile. “Of course.”
As they stepped into the hallway, the air felt different and the tension between them felt real now. As they walked toward the entrance, Kristen could feel Jalen watching her.
She had made it through the meeting, but now, alone with him, she wasn’t sure she’d make it through this short walk without completely losing her composure.
As they approached the lobby exit, Kristen thought she was in the clear. All she had to do now was walk him to the door, and then she could finally breathe again.
However, just as they neared the exit, Jalen suddenly stopped in his tracks. “Oh! Shoot, I almost forgot!”
Kristen’s heart skipped a beat as she turned to face him.
Jalen pulled out his phone, casually unlocking it with his thumb. “Let me accept your friend request. My bad,” he said smoothly. “I saw the notification, but I always forget to go into Facebook and accept those darn things. I definitely should’ve accepted yours right away.”
Kristen felt her entire body freeze with embarrassment. Her breath caught in her throat.
Oh, God, she thought.
This was happening right now. Her stomach was a knot, and her hands were suddenly clammy as she watched him tap through his phone with ease, completely unaware of the absolute spiral she was going through in real-time.
He had seen it. He had seen the friend request, and now he was accepting it right in front of her.
Kristen swallowed hard, trying to sound casual and not look like she wanted to disappear into the floor.
“Oh— uh— yeah, no worries. I—um, wasn’t sure if you’d seen it.”
Jalen glanced up from his phone, smiling slightly. “Of course I saw it. Wouldn’t deliberately ignore you, Kristen.”
‘Wouldn’t ignore you.’ Why did that sound so much deeper than it should?
She forced out a small laugh, hoping it didn’t sound as nervous as she felt. “Well, uh, thanks for accepting.”
Idiot. Why did you say thanks? she thought to herself.
Jalen’s smile lingered as he slipped his phone back into his pocket. “Yeah, now I get to see what you’re up to outside of work.”
Kristen’s heart pounded. Oh, shit, she thought.
She didn’t even think about that part. He’s going to see everything. Not just the professional side of her, but her life. Her old photos, posts, and ... her relationship status.
The thought hit her like a brick. Her fiancé, Rob. The man who had barely looked at her in weeks, who she hadn’t thought about once while pleasuring herself to the thought of Jalen Moss. Now Jalen was about to see into the life she had been desperately trying to ignore since she met him.
The worst part was, he should already know from her engagement ring ... except she hadn’t been wearing it.
Not deliberately. The truth was she’d been forgetting to put it on in the morning these days. That was probably a bad sign of how she felt about her engagement. She needed to do better.
Going forward, she’d make sure she had it on.
Kristen forced a smile, stepping back, needing air. “Well, um, glad we got that settled.” She let out a small, awkward laugh. “I’ll let you know when Jim finalizes the budget discussion.”
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