The Architect's Prophecy: He Has to Get Them Pregnant
Copyright© 2026 by Subconscious_P
Chapter 57: Coffee
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 57: Coffee - Enhanced Version of "The Beyonder's Prophecy" 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, A cosmic entity called 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 is doomed.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Consensual Romantic Heterosexual Fiction Humor Workplace Paranormal Cheating Sharing MaleDom FemaleDom Harem Polygamy/Polyamory Interracial Black Male White Female Hispanic Female Analingus Cream Pie Facial Massage Masturbation Oral Sex Pregnancy Safe Sex Tit-Fucking Big Breasts Public Sex Size Slow
1 week later
Jalen was on his tablet looking over materials for the Horner guest house project when his phone buzzed. It was a text from an unknown number.
“Hey, my deductible is higher than my repairs so I’m out $379. Are you going to put your money where your mouth is or what?”
Jalen had to think for a moment before realizing who it was. He smiled before responding by sending a picture of himself with a twenty-dollar bill in his mouth.
Elsewhere, Chrysti stared at her phone, caught somewhere between amusement and irritation.
Of course, this guy would respond with a joke.
She debated how to respond. On one hand, she could just send him her Venmo and call it a day. On the other hand, this was the perfect excuse to see what this guy was really about.
Chrysti: “Cute, but I’m serious. If you’re not gonna help, just say so, Jalen.”
Jalen: “Relax, I got you. Want me to just send it, or do I get the honor of seeing you again?”
Chrysti rolled her eyes at the screen.
Typical.
Instead of shutting him down though, she found herself hesitating.
Why?
She didn’t trust men. She didn’t need another man in her life. So, why was she still thinking about him? Before she could talk herself out of it, she typed back a message.
Chrysti: “Meet me at Rev Coffee in Smyrna today at 3. Bring cash.”
She didn’t even wait for his response before locking her phone and tossing it on the couch.
Ninety minutes later, Chrysti stood in front of her mirror, adjusting her outfit for the third time.
Why the hell am I doing this?
It wasn’t a date. It was just a transaction. She was going to collect the money Jalen owed her, maybe sip a coffee, and leave.
So why did she take the time to do her makeup? Why did she change from her usual workout leggings and tank top into form-fitting jeans and a cropped sweater that showed just enough of her toned stomach? Why did she choose the nude-colored lip gloss that made her lips look plumper?
She groaned and tossed her hairbrush onto the dresser.
“This is stupid,” she said out loud.
Yet, she didn’t change.
With a sigh, she put on some cute dark brown boots, grabbed her purse and headed out, mentally preparing herself for whatever the hell this was turning into.
Chrysti sat at the café, arms crossed, staring at the time on her phone. 3:10 PM. Jalen was late.
She told herself she was annoyed because she hated people who couldn’t be punctual, but deep down, there was another reason she didn’t want to admit.
She’d been way too eager to see him, and that pissed her off more than him being late.
Why did she even care? This was just a guy who owed her money.
Then, finally, she saw him. Jalen was walking toward her in a fitted henley that showed off his build. He had a confident stride in his step as if he’d never rushed for anything in his life. He spotted her, grinned, and pulled out the exact cash she asked for, holding it up like he was making an offering.
“Alright, alright, I’m here. My bad,” he said, sliding the money toward her on the table. “Hope I didn’t ruin your whole day.”
Chrysti snatched the cash, but she couldn’t stop her lips from curving into something dangerously close to a smile.
“Cutting it close, Moss,” she said, trying to sound irritated, but even she knew that she was full of shit.
“So, is this where you get up, leave, and I never see you again, or can I order us some coffees?” he asked, smiling.
Chrysti stared at him for a moment, rolling the cash between her fingers.
Just leave! she thought to herself.
Instead, though, she leaned back in her chair, tilting her head slightly. “Depends,” she said, crossing her arms. “You planning on being late for coffee too, or are you actually capable of being on time for once?”
Jalen chuckled, shaking his head. “Alright, I deserved that, but since I’m here now, how do you take yours?”
Chrysti narrowed her eyes at him, pretending to think about it, even though she already knew she was staying. “Vanilla latte. No sugar.”
Jalen nodded, smiling. “Figures. You look like you drink vanilla lattes.”
“And you look like you drink straight black coffee just to prove a point,” she fired back.
Jalen grinned, amused. “Only when I want to look intimidating.”
Chrysti watched as he went to the counter to order, and against her better judgment, she knew she wasn’t leaving anytime soon.
When Jalen delivered the coffee, he delivered it in a mocking silver platter manner.
“Your latte, madam.”
Chrysti raised an eyebrow, barely holding back a smile. “Wow, what service. Do you always go this far to make up for crashing into people?”
Jalen sat down across from her, placing his own cup on the table. “Only when they threaten to take my money and run. Gotta make sure I at least get a conversation out of the deal.”
Chrysti scoffed playfully, taking a sip of her latte. “Oh please. I could’ve just Venmo requested you and saved myself the trip.”
Jalen leaned back in his chair, studying her. “Yeah, but you didn’t.”
Chrysti paused mid-sip, her eyes meeting his over the rim of her cup. She wouldn’t admit it, but he was right. She could’ve avoided all this, but instead, she was sitting across from him, in a cute outfit she definitely put too much effort into, having coffee with a guy she was supposed to forget about.
She set her cup down, tilting her head. “Maybe I just wanted to make sure you actually paid up. For all I knew, you could’ve ghosted me.”
Jalen smiled. “I don’t ghost.”
Chrysti rolled her eyes but couldn’t hide the small, amused smile forming on her lips. “Lucky me then, I guess.”
Chrysti hated it. She hated that stupid, cocky, infuriating smile of his because every time he did it, she felt herself get butterflies in her stomach.
She crossed her arms, narrowing her eyes at him. “You think you’re charming, don’t you?”
Jalen took a slow sip of his coffee, still smiling. “I don’t think, I know.”
Chrysti groaned, tilting her head back in exasperation. “God, you’re insufferable.”
Jalen chuckled. “And yet, here you are, drinking coffee with me instead of sending a Venmo request.”
Chrysti glared at him, but it was half-hearted at best because he was right again, and that only pissed her off more.
She leaned forward, resting her elbows on the table. “So, tell me, Jalen. Do you always flirt with the women whose cars you hit, or am I just special?”
Jalen grinned, his eyes gleaming with mischief. “I don’t hit that many cars, but when I do, I make sure it’s worth it.”
Chrysti’s lips twitched like she wanted to smile but refused to give him that satisfaction. Instead, she exhaled sharply through her nose and shook her head.
“You’re ridiculous.”
Jalen raised his coffee cup in a mock toast. “And yet, you’re still here.”
Chrysti sighed dramatically. “Unfortunately.”
They both took a moment to sip their coffees. Chrysti then looked at him and decided to try to lighten things.
“So, how many baby mamas you got, Jalen?” Chrysti asked jokingly, sipping her latte.
Jalen paused for a moment and then spoke. “Six”
Chrysti stopped and stared. She had been completely unserious with her question. She laughed nervously. “Yeah, if that’s true then I better run.”
“It is true.” Jalen said.
Chrysti’s laughter died in her throat. She stared at Jalen, searching his face for any sign that he was messing with her. Any hint of that damn smile that usually meant he was teasing, but there was nothing. Just calm, unwavering honesty.
Chrysti leaned back in her chair. “You’re fucking with me.”
Jalen exhaled. “I wish I was.”
Chrysti blinked. Once. Then twice. Then she exhaled sharply. “Okay, uh ... wow. Six? Six women are having your babies?”
Jalen rubbed the back of his neck. “Yeah.”
Chrysti let out a short, disbelieving laugh. “You’re fucking insane.”
Jalen shrugged. “I probably am.”
Chrysti shook her head. She was scrambling to process this. She expected Jalen to be a flirt, maybe even a player, but this? This was some next-level, reality-TV-show-level insanity.
“So ... what?” she said, still trying to wrap her mind around it. “You just go around knocking up every woman you meet?”
Jalen sighed. “It’s not like that. It’s complicated.”
Chrysti snorted. “No shit it’s complicated.”
She took another sip of her latte, mostly to buy herself a moment to think. Every logical part of her brain was screaming at her to get up and leave. She’d already had enough men betray her, lie to her, and disappoint her. Yet she was still sitting across from Jalen Moss listening and still curious.
She squinted at him. “Are you at least in these kids’ lives, or are you one of those dudes who just throws money at his baby mamas and calls it a day?”
Jalen shook his head. “They aren’t born yet, but I’m in all of their lives. I take care of the mothers. I make sure they feel supported. That’s why I told you instead of bullshitting you or letting you find out some other way.”
Chrysti tilted her head. His voice was steady like he wasn’t just saying what she wanted to hear but telling her what was real.
She raised an eyebrow, gripping her latte a little tighter. “None of them are born yet?”
Jalen shook his head. “Nope. They’re all still on the way.”
Chrysti blinked. Then let out a stunned laugh, shaking her head. “What the hell did I just walk into?”
Jalen exhaled through his nose, giving a half-smile. “I ask myself that question every day.”
Chrysti leaned forward, resting her elbows on the table. “So, let me get this straight ... you have six women, all pregnant with your kids, at the same time, and somehow, you’re still walking around with your head attached to your shoulders?”
Jalen shrugged. “Yeah, well, it’s been a delicate balancing act.”
She shook her head. “No. No way. You expect me to believe that you got six women pregnant at the same time, and you’re just casually sitting here drinking coffee with me?”
Jalen shrugged. “It wasn’t exactly the plan.”
Chrysti just stared at him for a moment, then leaned back with a sharp exhale. “Dude. This is insane.”
Jalen nodded. “I know.”
She shook her head again, taking another sip of her latte. “So what? Are you planning to just keep collecting baby mamas like Pokémon cards, or is six your lucky number?”
“I don’t collect anything. Every one of these women is special to me, and I’ll always be there for them.”
Chrysti let out a stunned laugh. “Dude. That’s wild.”
Jalen took a sip of his coffee. “Yeah. Tell me about it.”
Chrysti was trying to process it all. “And none of them have tried to kill you yet?”
Jalen chuckled. “Not yet.”
“So, why are you here with me?” Chrysti asked pointedly. “Shouldn’t you be with one of them? Surely one of them is your girlfriend.”
Jalen let out a deep exhale. “Like I said, it’s complicated. I love all of them, but they all know that my situation doesn’t allow me to be monogamous with any of them. It wouldn’t be fair. So, I take care of them all and give them my love the best that I can. They all understand and have accepted that.
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