The Beyonder's Prophecy
Copyright© 2025 by Subconscious_P
Chapter 4
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 4 - 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 AI Generated
Jalen took Kristen to a bar and grill. It had a mix of booths, high-top tables, warm lighting, and a casual crowd.
It wasn’t fancy or romantic, but somehow, that almost made it worse. It wasn’t the place that mattered. It was him.
Kristen told herself this was just dinner. Nothing more than two colleagues grabbing a meal after a long week.
“So,” she started, clearing her throat after they got settled. “How do you usually spend your weekends when you’re not working?”
Jalen leaned back slightly, taking a sip of his drink.
“Nothing too crazy. I usually catch a game, maybe shoot some hoops, hang out with the boys. Occasionally we’ll go out to a bar or club, but not as often as we used to. What about you?”
Kristen hesitated. What could she say? Should she tell him the truth? That most of her weekends consisted of boring, routine dinners with Rob followed by them sitting in the same room, barely talking, watching separate screens?
She went for a half-truth instead. “I don’t know. I feel like most weekends just ... blend together.”
Jalen gave her a look like he knew exactly what she meant.
“Yeah?” he mused, his tone just a little too knowing.
Kristen shrugged, staring at her water glass. “Yeah.”
Then he asked the question she had been dreading.
“So, what’s the deal with you and Rob?”
Her stomach lurched. She looked up, and Jalen was watching her closely now.
Kristen swallowed, forcing a small smile. “What do you mean?”
Jalen leaned forward slightly, resting his arms on the table.
“I mean ... how come you never talk about him? ‘Cause I’ve been around you all week, and his name barely comes up.”
Kristen’s throat went dry. She hadn’t even realized it until now. She had barely mentioned Rob at all.
“We’ve just been busy. He travels a lot for work. It’s fine.”
Jalen raised an eyebrow. “Is it?”
Her stomach lurched again, and she looked away. She knew what he was doing.
“It’s ... complicated.”
Jalen didn’t push immediately. He just nodded slowly, tracing the condensation on his glass. “Complicated,” he repeated quietly. “I get that. I was in something complicated a while back.”
Kristen looked back at him, grateful for the shift in focus. “What happened?”
Jalen exhaled, a short, dry laugh escaping him. “Just ran its course, I guess. You wake up one day and realize you’re just ... clocking in.”
“Clocking in?” she asked.
“Yeah. Like it’s a shift.” Jalen swirled the ice in his glass. “I don’t know. I just think a relationship shouldn’t feel like a job, you know? Like you’re constantly convincing yourself you’re happy when you’re really just tired.”
Kristen shifted uncomfortably, feeling a sudden need to defend the concept of commitment. “But every relationship takes work. You can’t just expect it to be easy all the time.”
“Work, sure,” Jalen agreed, nodding. “You gotta put the effort in. But I believe you shouldn’t have to work just to feel loved. That part should be a given.” He paused, looking across the table at her, his expression turning a bit more serious. “And if you ever stop feeling that way, you should be able to talk about it. Without it turning into a fight. Without feeling like a burden.”
Kristen sat perfectly still, her fingers lightly gripping the edge of her water glass. She tried not to let Jalen’s words sink in too deeply, but it was impossible.
“Sometimes people are just stressed,” Kristen offered weakly, playing devil’s advocate for a man who wasn’t even in the room. “They get caught up in their own stuff.”
“Maybe,” Jalen said, leaning back. “But if the other person isn’t willing to hear you out, or give you what you need...” He shook his head slightly, letting the thought trail off before looking right at her. “Then they don’t deserve you.”
Kristen swallowed hard, looking away again. The words felt like a physical weight pressing against her chest. She had spent so much time convincing herself that her relationship with Rob was fine. She convinced herself that the distance was just a phase, and the lack of passion was normal after being together for a few years.
She thought about how they’d go days, sometimes weeks, without having a real conversation. Listening to Jalen piece it together so plainly made her feel like she had been lying to herself for a long time.
She forced a small smile, trying to deflect. “Sounds like you’ve got it all figured out.”
He gave a low chuckle. “Not at all. I mess up plenty. But I know what I want, and I know what I won’t settle for.”
Kristen bit the inside of her cheek. If Jalen believed that, then what the hell was she doing?
She glanced down at her phone, still in her lap. The screen was dark. There were no texts or missed calls. Rob hadn’t even seemed to notice that she wasn’t home at the usual time.
Jalen noticed her, though. He saw her, and he listened.
Silence stretched between them. It wasn’t the comfortable silence they had shared earlier; it was heavy and loaded.
The ambient noise of the bar—the clinking of silverware, the low hum of conversation, the faint baseline of a jukebox song—suddenly felt entirely too loud.
Kristen desperately searched for a way to break the tension. “So, um ... the storage room. Do you think you’ll need to order more—”
“Alright, folks, how are we doing here?”
The waiter appeared out of nowhere, completely oblivious to the gravity of the moment. He slapped a small black check presenter down in the center of the table. “No rush on this, just whenever you’re ready.”
Kristen exhaled a breath she didn’t realize she’d been holding. It was the perfect out.
“I should probably get going soon anyway,” she said quickly, reaching for her purse. “It’s getting late.”
Jalen didn’t argue. He just nodded slowly, his eyes still watching her closely as he pulled out his wallet to grab the check before she could.
“Alright,” he said.
There was something in his tone, though. It was a quiet, steady patience as if he knew that the check had saved her for tonight, but that this conversation was far from over.
Jalen stepped out into the cool evening air and climbed into the cab of his truck. The heavy thud of the door shutting cut off the ambient noise of the street, leaving him in absolute silence.
He didn’t start the engine right away. He just sat there, gripping the steering wheel, staring out through the windshield at the neon sign of the bar and grill.
What the hell is going on with her and her fiancé?
It didn’t take a genius to see the cracks. The way she dodged his questions, the way her eyes kept darting to her dark, silent phone, the sheer exhaustion in her shoulders when Rob’s name was brought up.
Jalen had seen women in happy, fulfilling relationships. Kristen Stanley wasn’t one of them. She looked like a woman who was starving and trying desperately to convince herself she wasn’t hungry.
He let out a heavy sigh, leaning his head back against the headrest.
Was it even a good idea to invite her out tonight? The line between friendly colleague and something else was already blurring, and he knew it. She had a ring on her finger. Regardless of how absent Rob seemed to be, he was still in the picture.
The undeniable pull he felt toward her was strong, stronger than he wanted to admit, but that didn’t give him the right to back her into a corner.
Jalen turned the key in the ignition, the engine rumbling to life beneath him.
“Back off,” he told himself out loud.
He had said his piece. He had shown his cards and let her know what a real standard should look like. Now, it was on her. Prodding at a wound she was clearly still trying to cover up wouldn’t do either of them any good.
If she was going to figure out her worth and walk away from a dead-end engagement, it had to be entirely her choice. Her realization.
Going forward, he decided he wouldn’t bring Rob up again. He wouldn’t press her on the status of her relationship or try to force a wedge where one didn’t belong.
He would keep his head down, finish the job at Wellness Georgia, and let Kristen figure out her own life.
He pulled out his phone and opened Facebook Messenger. He stared at Kristen’s name.
I should at least thank her for coming to dinner with me, right? I mean that’s just the polite thing to do, right?
Jalen knew he was avoiding the truth.
He wanted to message her in the hopes of potentially prompting another conversation. It was becoming truly hard to ignore how much he liked her and enjoyed talking to her.
He typed out a message.
Jalen: “Hey, thanks for having dinner with me. I know your schedule is busy. I hope your fiancé knows how amazing you are.”
He didn’t press SEND immediately.
He just told himself that he wouldn’t bring up her fiancé, but now here he was mentioning him in this message.
But this was fine, right? He wasn’t bringing him up per se. He was just acknowledging how great she is and that it should be easy for anyone to see that, especially her fiancé.
This will be the last time I ever bring him up. For real this time.
Then before he could talk himself out of it, he pressed SEND.
He exhaled, putting his phone down.
Then he put the truck in drive and pulled out of the parking lot into the Atlanta traffic, hoping he’d actually be able to stick to that promise.
Kristen arrived home and walked into the house. Her mind was still tangled in the conversation she’d just had with Jalen. During her entire drive home, she had told herself that this wasn’t about him.
This was about her relationship and figuring out if she and Rob were even on the same page anymore.
She had to talk to him. She had been putting it off for too long. Her biggest fear right now was that Jalen may be right. Maybe Rob really didn’t deserve her.
She found Rob in the living room, unsurprisingly, sitting on the couch with his laptop open.
“Hey,” he said, glancing up. He checked his watch as if finally noticing that she was home later than usual. “Late night at the office?”
Kristen exhaled, feeling annoyed. “I stopped and got dinner after work. I had a craving for wings.”
“Oh, okay,” Rob said casually, seemingly accepting that answer as he looked back down at his laptop.
And that was exactly the problem.
Stopping for dinner after work for chicken wings was not something Kristen ever did, and Rob should’ve known that.
He should’ve picked up on the fact that this was unusual and asked Kristen more about it. But he didn’t.
Does he know me at all?
She set her purse down and took a deep breath.
“Hey, can we talk?”
Rob barely looked up, still typing something. “Yeah, give me a second, just finishing this email.”
Kristen swallowed down her frustration, waiting until he finally shut his laptop and turned to her.
“What’s up?” he asked, as if this was just a normal night, and she hadn’t been sitting on something that had been eating away at her for months.
She crossed her arms, choosing her words carefully. “I just ... I feel like we don’t really talk anymore. We don’t spend time together like we used to.”
Rob sighed, already looking exhausted by the conversation before it even started.
“Kristen, we’ve been over this. You know I’ve been busy with work.”
Kristen’s wasn’t going to let him brush her off this time.
“I know you’re busy, Rob, but I’m telling you that I feel like our relationship isn’t getting the attention it needs, and if we don’t put in the effort, it’s going to—”
“Kristen, this is a crucial time in my career,” he cut in, rubbing his temples like he was already tired of this. “I need to be hyper-focused right now because this could eventually set me up for a cushy position in the future.”
Kristen stared at him.
That’s what this is about? He wants me to just wait it out until he has some easier job in the future?
“Rob, I get that your job is important, but our relationship needs attention too, or it can die.”
Rob shook his head, clearly not seeing it the same way.
“No, what I need is for you to be more supportive during this time,” he argued. “This isn’t forever, Kristen. I just need you to hang on until I get to a better position.”
That’s his solution?!
Kristen stared at him. Then she looked past his shoulder at the dining table, where they ate in silence every night, and then up at the blank TV screen that had become a substitute for conversation.
He was asking her to live in this quiet, empty house for years, just hoping he might eventually look up from his screen.
Her fingers tightened into fists at her sides. “And what if I don’t want to wait, Rob?” she asked quietly.
Rob finally looked at her for real, and for a split second, she saw the realization that, just maybe, he was losing her, but instead of trying to fix it or meeting her halfway, he just exhaled sharply.
“Kristen, I don’t have time for this conversation right now.”
With that, he grabbed his laptop, stood up, and walked toward the stairs to their bedroom leaving her standing there alone, again. Just like always.
Kristen felt frozen in place. Her mind was spinning, and her chest felt tight. He didn’t get it. He wasn’t even trying to get it, and maybe that was the real problem.
She had been fooling herself for months, pretending that things would get better, that this was just a rough patch, but what if it wasn’t? What if this was just who Rob was? Someone who would always put work first, and expect her to just wait around, hoping for scraps of his attention.
She had been waiting for a sign, and now, she had it. Jalen’s words echoed in her head.
“If the other person isn’t willing to hear you out or give you what you need ... then they don’t deserve you.”
Kristen blinked. She wasn’t going to wait forever. She wasn’t going to let herself disappear in this relationship because she deserved more.
She deserved to be loved, and if Rob couldn’t see that then maybe it was time to stop pretending this was something it wasn’t.
She saw a notification pop up on her phone.
She hadn’t even thought to check her phone while arguing with Rob. She had been too caught up, frustrated, and disappointed to even glance at it.
Now that she was alone, sitting on the couch in the dimly lit living room, she finally picked it up and unlocked it.
That’s when she saw the message from Jalen on Facebook Messenger. It read:
Jalen: “Hey, thanks for having dinner with me. I know your schedule is busy. I hope your fiancé knows how amazing you are.”
Kristen stared at the words. It wasn’t flirtatious or even inappropriate, but somehow, it still felt heavier than it should. Jalen had just done something Rob hadn’t done in a long time.
He had acknowledged her and had even shown appreciation to her.
The worst part was that she didn’t even have an answer to the unspoken question in his message. Did Rob know how amazing she was? After the conversation she’d just had with him, the answer felt painfully clear.
He didn’t. Not in the way Jalen already seemed to.
Kristen’s fingers hovered over the keyboard. She wanted to respond, but with what? What was there to say? She couldn’t tell him about the argument she’d just had with Rob.
She couldn’t tell Jalen how much his words made her feel seen in a way she hadn’t felt in so long, nor could she tell him that she was lying there knowing damn well that she was on the edge of something she wouldn’t be able to come back from.
So instead, she did nothing. She locked her phone and set it face-down on the couch, as if that would stop her from thinking about him, and as if she didn’t already know, deep down, that her life was on the verge of changing.
But as she sat there in the quiet living room, the anger began to eclipse the sadness.
She thought about Jalen’s message. She thought about how easy it was for a virtual stranger to make her feel valued, and how exhausted she was from having to beg her own fiancé for the bare minimum.
No. She wasn’t going to just sit here and let him dismiss her.
Kristen stood up, leaving her phone on the couch, and marched up the stairs. Her pulse pounded in her ears. She pushed open the bedroom door, not bothering to knock.
Rob was propped up against the headboard, his laptop glowing on his lap. He let out a heavy, exaggerated sigh as she walked in.
“Rob, we are not done talking,” she said, her voice firmer and sharper than it had been downstairs.
He didn’t look away from his screen. “Kristen, please. I have an early meeting tomorrow, and I really need to get these—”
“And I need a fiancé who actually treats me like a partner instead of a roommate,” she fired back, crossing her arms and standing her ground at the foot of the bed.
That got his attention. Rob finally stopped typing. He closed the laptop with a sharp click, letting it rest on the duvet, and rubbed his eyes in frustration.
“That’s not fair, Kristen. I’m building a future for us. Everything I’m doing is to make sure we’re set.”
“A future doesn’t mean anything if we don’t survive the present,” she countered, stepping closer. “I’m not asking you to quit your job. I’m asking you to put a fraction of the effort you put into your career into us. I am asking you to actually see me.”
Rob exhaled a long, measured breath. He shifted his posture, adopting that placating, patronizing tone he always used when he wanted to de-escalate an argument without actually apologizing.
“Look ... I hear you. Okay? I do,” he said, running a hand through his hair. “It’s just crazy right now. You know that. But ... if you can just bear with me through the end of this month, the major push for this project will be over.”
Kristen stared at him, her jaw tight. “And then what?”
“And then next month, I’ll make an effort to have work cut back a little on my travel and allow me to be home more often. Alright?” He offered a tired, half-hearted smile. “We can even do a date night. Go somewhere nice, just the two of us. Have a few drinks. Whatever you want.”
“When?” she challenged, refusing to let him off the hook so easily.
Rob shifted uncomfortably, his patience clearly wearing thin again. “I don’t know the exact day yet, Kristen. I have to look at my schedule. But we’ll do it. Sometime next month. Okay? Does that work?”
Kristen looked at him, searching his eyes for any real warmth or desperation to keep her, but all she saw was a man negotiating a contract.
The compromise felt entirely hollow. It wasn’t an eager attempt to reconnect with the woman he loved; it was a tactic to get her to stop talking so he could open his laptop again.
He was handing her a vague, non-committal “maybe,” scheduled for thirty days from now.
She felt a bitter lump rise in her throat. The fight was rapidly draining out of her, replaced by the heavy, suffocating exhaustion of constantly pushing against a brick wall.
“Fine,” she said quietly, her voice devoid of any real hope. “Next month.”
“Great,” Rob said, visibly relieved. He was already flipping his laptop back open before she even turned around. “Love you.”
Kristen turned away so he wouldn’t see the sting of tears threatening to spill over.
“Love you too,” she murmured automatically.
As she walked into the master bathroom to get ready for bed, the contrast hit her harder than ever. She was fighting tooth and nail for crumbs from the man she was supposed to marry, while downstairs, a message from Jalen sat on her phone, offering the exact validation she was starving for without her even having to ask.
A few hours later, Kristen lay in bed, staring at the ceiling. Her mind was a war zone. Her body was exhausted, but her brain wouldn’t shut off, not after that conversation with Rob and Jalen’s message.
The words from the message were still there in the forefront of her mind, playing over and over again in her head like a song she couldn’t turn off.
“Hey, thanks for having dinner with me. I know your schedule is busy. I hope your fiancé knows how amazing you are.”
Kristen rolled onto her side, her fingers itching to pick up her phone again. She wanted to respond. She wanted to type something, anything, just to keep the conversation going, but she didn’t trust herself.
She stared at her phone, debating. She could say something polite and neutral.
“Thanks, Jalen. Dinner was nice.”
Safe but that felt too impersonal, like she was ignoring what he had really said.
She could be honest.
“Rob doesn’t see me the way you do.”
Kristen’s heart skipped a beat just thinking about typing that because if she said it out loud, then she couldn’t keep pretending anymore, and she would have to face the truth that there was something real between them.
And if she admitted that, then what would that mean for everything else?
On Monday, Kristen hung back at the end of the day to talk to Jalen again. She had been telling herself all day that she wasn’t going to do this, but here she was.
It was 5:20 PM, and most of the staff had left, leaving the building quiet.
Jalen was still wrapping up in the storage room, looking over his notes and packing up his tools. Kristen was standing in the doorway not even remembering how she got there, but the moment Jalen looked up and saw her standing there, she remembered immediately.
Jalen smiled lightly, tossing his gloves into his bag. “You checkin’ on me again?”
Kristen tried to play it cool, crossing her arms. “Someone’s gotta make sure you’re actually working.”
Jalen let out a low chuckle, shaking his head. “You really don’t trust me, huh?”
Kristen hated how easily he could disarm her, and how comfortable this felt, like they were already more than they should be.
She exhaled, stepping further into the room. “I just ... wanted to talk.”
Jalen nodded slowly, leaning against the workbench, watching her.
Before she knew it, they were talking again but really talking. They talked about work, life, and even things they hadn’t told anyone else.
Eventually, the conversation landed on Rob. Kristen felt that uncomfortable feeling in her chest again, but for some reason, it didn’t feel as scary as it had before.
Jalen wasn’t asking her anything or prying. He was just relating.
She told him how she and Rob didn’t feel close anymore, how their last conversation went on Friday night, and how Rob said she needed to “hold on”.
“I get it,” Jalen said, exhaling. “I mean, it’s not the same, but me and my brother? We haven’t been that close lately.”
Kristen looked at him, surprised. “Really? What happened?”
Jalen hesitated, running a hand over his jaw.
“It’s not one big thing. Just ... life. We grew up together, we were close, but after high school, we started going in different directions. And now...” he exhaled sharply, “Feels like we don’t even talk anymore, and when we do, it’s short. Surface-level. Like we’re just going through the motions.”
That sounded so familiar to Kristen. The slow disconnect and the feeling of being around someone but still feeling alone.
“That must be hard,” she murmured.
Jalen gave a small, tired shrug. “Yeah. It is, but I’ve realized something.”
“What’s that?”
Jalen’s eyes met hers. “Some things you can fix. Some things you can’t, but either way, you gotta be real with yourself about which one it is.”
The moment he said that Kristen felt an even worse feeling in her chest. She already knew the answer when it came to Rob. She knew she had been lying to herself for too long, and Jalen could see it in her eyes.
“If you’re cool with me asking, do y’all do anything to stay connected? Like date nights or whatever?”
Kristen’s stomach dropped, and then before she could stop herself, she replied, “Rob and I haven’t had a real date in almost eight months.”
She hadn’t meant to say it.
Jalen’s eyebrows lifted slightly, not answering right away. Kristen let out a frustrated sigh, running a hand through her hair.
He leaned against the workbench, arms crossed over his chest. Then ... he smiled.
“Then maybe it’s time you have one.”
She blinked. “What?”
He shrugged casually, like it was the easiest thing in the world.
“I was already planning to hit up Dave & Buster’s tonight. Figured I’d unwind with some arcade games and wings. If you’re free, you should come with me.”
Kristen’s stomach dropped. That was so, so dangerous.
She hesitated. “Jalen, I...”, then she remembered that Rob wasn’t even in town.
She didn’t have an excuse, except for the one that really mattered. That this was a bad idea and that she already wanted to say ‘yes’ too much.
Jalen must have seen the hesitation on her face, because he began chuckling.
“Relax, Kristen. It’s just games, bar food, drinks, and a good time. No pressure.”
‘No pressure.’ That was where he was wrong because every time, she was around him, it felt like the air was thick with pressure.
Still ... she craved a night where she could just be herself and wasn’t waiting for someone to pay attention to her.
Also, she wanted to see what it would feel like to be out with Jalen. Just once.
Kristen took a breath. Then, before she could talk herself out of it...
“Okay. I’ll go.”
Jalen’s smile widened, slow and knowing. “Good choice.”
Kristen had spent the entire drive in her car to Dave & Buster’s giving herself a pep talk.
“This isn’t a date. This isn’t a date. This isn’t a date.”
After parking her car, she changed into more comfortable clothes. She changed out of her blouse, skirt, and heels, and put on a grey tank top with a dark green jacket, black leggings, and New Balance sneakers. It was just a casual night out, a friendship thing. This was something normal and harmless.
The moment she walked into the bar area and saw Jalen standing there waiting for her, however, her stomach did somersaults.
He looked good. Too good. He wasn’t in his usual work clothes. There was no worn-out T-shirt or tool belt. Instead, he was wearing a fitted black t-shirt that clung to his broad chest and shoulders, paired with clean dark blue fitted jeans and fresh Nike sneakers. He looked effortlessly casual, but still ridiculously attractive.
When he saw her, she felt completely exposed like he already knew this wasn’t just casual for her, no matter how much she tried to pretend.
God, what am I doing here? she thought to herself.
They started with drinks at the bar, something light to ease into the night. Kristen again kept telling herself that this was just hanging out, and for a while, it worked. They talked, laughed, and the drinks flowed.
Then they started playing the games. Kristen hadn’t been to Dave & Buster’s in years, but Jalen moved through the place like it was his second home. Skee-ball, basketball hoops, racing game—he was good at all of it.
He played so relaxed, confident, and so effortlessly fun. Kristen suddenly realized that she hadn’t felt this alive in a long time. She wasn’t thinking about work, checking her phone, or wondering if Rob was going to call.
She was just in the moment, and with every game, playful challenge, and little bit of teasing and laughter between them, she could feel that undeniable pull.
Her body instinctively gravitated toward his. Her pulse jumped every time he leaned in close or when his hand brushed against hers.
At one point, they were at a basketball shooting game, and Jalen stood behind her, watching her take a shot. It felt so good, feeling him stand right up on her.
“You got the form down, but your release is too slow,” he murmured.
Kristen rolled her eyes, lightly smiling. “Oh, so now you’re a coach?”
Jalen chuckled. “I’m just saying, I could help.”
Then before she could say anything else, he stepped even closer behind her so that his crotch was touching her butt, and his hands were lightly resting on her waist as he adjusted her posture.
Kristen’s breath hitched because suddenly, she wasn’t thinking about the game anymore. She was thinking about how close he was, how warm his hands felt and how every inch of her body was hyper-aware of his presence.
“Try now,” he said, his voice close to her ear.
Kristen tried and she missed.
Jalen laughed. “Yeah, no, that was worse.”
Kristen turned, smacking him lightly on the chest. “You’re terrible at this!”
Jalen grinned. “Or maybe you’re just distracted.”
The way he said it, low, teasing, a little too knowing, once again made her feel completely exposed.
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