Chapter 13: Portland

Note: Thanks to b0b for beta reading this!

Monday, July 4th, 2072 – Sarah Glassner – Outskirts of Portland, OR

I couldn't sleep. We would be entering Portland in the morning. The city looked ruined, the half-destroyed buildings stretching for miles and miles towards the blue line of the Columbia River. For such a major city, it was terrifying that it wasn't as well maintained or even inhabited. No travel seemed to come from the city. There were probably bandits occupying the city, but we had no choice. It would take days hiking up or down the river to the next bridge. Time was growing short.

My teeth chattered. I prayed to my father, to God, to anyone that would listen to protect us as we crossed through the ruined city. Washington State was on the other side of the river. I couldn't wait to get out of war-torn Oregon.

"Still can't sleep," Aoifa whispered as she pressed against my right side, her round, freckled breasts rubbing against my side.

"No. I'm too tense."

"You need to relax," Aoifa smiled, her hand sliding up to cup my lactating breast. Her fingers swirled around my nipple, the nub hardening. "The Gods will watch over us. You're His daughter. He wants this trip to work."

"Why?"

"We'll aide Their rebirth," Aoifa smiled. "Chase will realize how wrong she was. It will be amazing."

I swallowed. Did I want that? The world was so much better when my father and his wife were in control. And I would be a demigoddess. People would worship me. I would have all the luxuries that I could ever want. I would never have to be afraid of my heritage.

"I guess that sounds nice."

"Of course it does," purred Aoifa as her lips nuzzled into my neck. "Now let me help you rest, divine wife."

I shuddered as her fingers pinched harder at my nipple, a drop of my milk beading out. I bent down and touched the bead, bringing it to my lips. I savored the creamy, sweet flavor. Aoifa smiled, licking down, eager for a taste.

Everyone loved my breast milk. And I loved sharing it. Aoifa's lips latched onto my nipple. My body shuddered as the pleasure shot through me. She suckled, drawing out the milk. I held her, moaning softly. I didn't want to wake up Rex, Reina, and Queenie.

Morning would be the start to a long day.

Aoifa's hands crept down between my thighs. I parted them, shuddering as her fingers found my wet pussy. She suckled hard, my milk squirting into her hungry lips. I closed my eyes, my fears melting away as the delicious delights of Aoifa's fingers and lips carried me off into bliss.

"You are so wonderful," I moaned, stroking her fiery-red hair. She had such exciting hair. They gave her such vibrancy.

Aoifa lifted her lips from my nipple. "And you taste delicious."

I gasped as her fingers pushed into my dripping pussy. I shuddered and bit my lip as a roll of pleasure washed through me. Aoifa lowered her lips, suckling eagerly. My eyes fluttered as I squirmed in delight.

Reina rolled over in her sleep, her body snuggling up to mine. I held her, enjoying her soft breasts rubbing on my flesh as Aoifa fingered me. The redhead dug her fingers deep into me. I moaned again, my hips bucking and squirming as the pleasure built and built.

Aoifa took a hard suck, filling her mouth with milk. Her green eyes twinkled as she moved up and planted a kiss on my lips. Her tongue thrust into my mouth, sharing my breast milk with me. My pussy clenched in delight. Her thumb brushed my clit.

I came, moaning into her mouth as we snowballed my breast milk. My body bucked and spasmed. Aoifa fingered me harder, her tongue thrusting into my mouth. My moans were muffled by her sweet kiss. I felt so naughty as my pleasure washed through my body and my breast milk poured down my throat, hot and warm.

"Oh, damn," I panted as Aoifa broke the kiss. "You naughty wife."

Aofia winked at me. "Just loving you the way your Father would have wanted."

"Grab the strap-on," I moaned. "And let me love you back."

"Oh, yes," Aoifa shuddered, leaning over to grab it from beside our blankets.

I slipped it on. It was a little awkward with Reina cuddled up against me. She was so cute as she slept. I gave her a quick kiss on the lips after I had the strap-on properly placed, the base of the dildo rubbing on my clit.

Aoifa stretched out beside me, spreading her thighs. Her pussy glistened in the faint light inside our tent. I moved down between her legs, taking a quick swipe through her sweet musk. Aoifa gasped and arched her back as the pleasure trembled through her.

"If you eat me, I'll scream," Aoifa moaned. "And wake everyone up."

"I can't have that," I giggled, sliding up her body. I hefted my right breast, still full of milk. "Here's a pacifier for you."

I thrust into her tight pussy with the strap-on as Aoifa greedily reached out and grasped my breast. Her mouth locked onto it. I shuddered as she suckled, her cheeks hallowing. My milk squirted into her mouth as my hips pumped the dildo in and out of her pussy. I shuddered with every thrust as the base of the dildo rubbed on my clit.

Fireworks burst inside me. I gasped and shuddered in delight. The pleasure built inside me. Aoifa's fingers massaged my tits as her mouth greedily sucked. She moaned, vibrating my nipples. Her hips bucked into mine as our bodies undulated together. Waves of tiny bliss rolled through me, emanating from my clit and nipple.

"That's it," I purred, my hips fucking her faster. "Drink your fill. Mmm, Mommy loves nursing you."

Aoifa sucked harder, her body bucking beneath me. My pussy clenched at my kinky words, propelling my hips to fuck her harder and harder. Aoifa's hands groped my breasts, her teeth nipping my nipple between sucks.

"Your breasts feel wonderful," I purred. "Mmm, you love it. You love nursing from Mommy."

Her eyes danced with delight. My milk flooded her mouth with every one of her hungry gulps. My hips hammered her faster. The waves of pleasure rippling through me grew more and more powerful. I fought to keep from moaning loud as I nursed and fucked my wife.

"Drink deeply, baby girl," I purred. "You need my yummy milk to be strong for tomorrow."

Aoifa bucked beneath me. Her fingers dug into my teat and her moans were muffled by my nipple. I savored her pleasure. I loved making one of my spouses cum. My hips hammered her harder, my own orgasm building and building.

"Yes! You're making Mommy feel amazing!" I purred as my orgasm burst through me. I shuddered and thrashed, slamming the dildo deep into her as the pleasure boiled through my body. I clenched my teeth, fighting down the urge to scream.

And then the pleasure left me, and I collapsed on Aoifa. She held me, nuzzling at my neck. I felt so relaxed. My eyes closed and I drifted off to sleep in Aoifa's arms.

Tuesday, July 5th, 2072 – Rex Glassner

I held the rifle I liberated from the soldier outside Salem in my arms. It only had four bullets. I wished I had more. It was a bolt action rifle. Reina stood nearby, gazing down into Portland, a smaller caliber rifle in her arms. It was semi-automatic. She would empty the two shots in the weapon's magazine in a heart beat.

I hoped we wouldn't need them.

Sarah and Aoifa held hands as they joined us. Sarah's face seemed pale, but Aoifa whispered encouraging words to her. She was probably quoting scripture from the Glassnerian bible. Aoifa had her faith in my father and step-mother.

I didn't. I had faith in my family traveling with us.

"We need to be quiet," Chase said as she looked at the city. "It appears empty, but I doubt it. Let's not attract notice."

Sister Stella nodded. Today she held Alison's bridle. Chase had her bow out and the string limbered, a quiver of arrows dangling at her side from her belt. My older sister scanned the city. The Willamette river was a blue snake winding through the ruins, leading out to the Columbia off in the distance. A bridge spanned the Columbia River, looking green and gray from here. And Washington was on the other side. Mount St. Helens in the distance across the river, its peak looking half-collapsed.

"Let's do this," Queenie whispered, coming up alongside me. "I want to get out of Oregon."

I nodded, giving my wife a playful nudge of my shoulder. "We'll stroll through Portland and by this afternoon we'll have left behind this awful place."

Queenie nodded her head.

Chase led the way, her eyes scanning as we entered the outskirts of Portland. The houses were wooden, one or two stories, their roofs half-collapsed and their yards jungles of grass that obscured the houses. The asphalt of the road was cracked, wild grass and weeds growing out of any crevasse or hole. Roots of trees pushed up bulging lines across the roads. We left I-5 behind. There were barricades across it that seemed too suspicious.

Birds chirped happily in the trees above us while gray-furred squirrels scampered and played. The day grew warmer and warmer as the sun rose. It would be a hot day. Heat danced above the broken asphalt. Bees buzzed around the flowers, happily pollinating, not caring that civilization had ended in Portland.

Keeping a constant vigil was taxing. A headache began to spread across my temples, and it became harder and harder to keep scanning around, looking for any sign that we were in trouble. The residential neighborhoods gave way to the city center. Rusting cars, their tires all flat and rotten, lined streets. Windows were broken and colorful graffiti covered everywhere.

I was beginning to think Portland was deserted when the woman screamed for help.

Reina Glassner

"Help! Please!" a woman screamed, startling all of us.

We were deep in the city's heart. Tall buildings loomed around us, made of concrete and steel. Rusting stains dripped down the buildings while creeping vines crawled up them. Faded signs adorned them, proclaiming stores and restaurants that had long been abandoned.

I cast my gaze, looking for the woman.

"I'm hurt! Someone! Anyone! I need help!" sobbed the woman.

I spotted her down an alley. She was at the next block over, lying in the middle of the street clutching her injured leg. She was young, her hair blonde. Her cries for help tore at me. I ran towards her.

"She's over here!" I shouted.

"No! Stop!" Chase shouted behind me.

I was halfway down the alley littered with garbage and rusted bins when I stopped and turned back. "What?" I asked. "Why?"

"It's a trap!" Chase yelled, motioning with her arm for me to come back.

I glanced at the girl. She wasn't alone. There was a man brandishing a gun, aiming at me. I squeaked in fright and raised my rifle. I pulled the trigger. The gun barked twice, kicking into my shoulder as I kept squeezing the trigger.

Both my shots missed.

The man fired back. Concrete dust exploded as the bullet struck the wall near my head. An arrow buzzed past me and took the man in the chest. He fell with a gurgling sigh as I threw my gun away, turned, and ran back down the alley. More gunshots rang out and I screamed, ducking my head.

"We need to move!" Chase shouted, pointing up the street as I burst out of the alley. She fired another arrow as I ran up the street. Sister Stella was already leading Alison in that direction.

Rex ran to me, holding his rifle. He suddenly aimed it, firing and working the bolt action. His shots kept missing a dirty man covered in rags who had burst out of another alley. This man held a club. The rifle clicked every time Rex pulled on the bolt action to chamber another round.

"Come one!" Rex groaned as he chambered the last bullet. The wild man raced right at us, his beard tangled with filth.

Rex fired. The wild man screamed, clutching at his belly as he fell. Rex tossed his empty rifle down and grabbed my hand. I squeezed my twin's hand as we raced to catch up with Sarah, Aoifa, and Queenie.

"Keep running!" Chase screamed behind us.

With a flash of golden light, Chase appeared beside us. She could teleport with her powers, but she could only take with her what she could hold and not a person. Why were we even with her? If she was alone, she could just teleport to Paradise and stop our father's rebirth.

Bullets cracked behind us. I hunched my shoulders as we ran, dodging around rusted cars and fallen poles of wood tangled with black wires. I threw a glance over my shoulder. The blonde woman had picked up a weapon and fired at us as she chased. Bullets pinged into rusted cars and crashed into buildings.

Chase Glassner

"Keep going!" I told the twins as I turned.

Bullets whizzed past me as I drew back my bow, an arrow knocked, and fired. I took the blonde woman in the throat. She crashed to the ground, rolling in a heap as she gurgled in pain. The other bandits kept running, shooting on the move.

If they had bothered to stop and aim, we would have been in real trouble.

I fired a second arrow, taking a bandit in the hip. He stumbled, crashing into a car. His fellows left him behind as he screamed in pain. He ripped out the arrow and blood pumped out of his wounds, squirting through the air. I must have hit the femoral artery.

I summoned the Light and rose into the Heavens before I flashed back down two blocks up the street beside the twins. A horn sounded behind us, a low, rolling tone that seemed to vibrate the air. Another horn answered and a third.

Horns bellowed from all directions.

"How many of them are there?" gasped Reina, throwing another look.

"No idea!"

I had five arrows left. I turned, drawing another. I aimed. A bullet struck my hip. I didn't flinch as the pain burned through me. I wanted them to shoot me. I could take the pain. I loosed my arrow and caught a bandit in the chest.

"Cunt!" a voice screamed.

I jumped, turning to my right as a filthy, wild-haired woman leaped out from behind a car, a wicked-looking dagger in her hand. She slammed into me, her brown hair whipping into my face as we fell to the ground, her dagger thrusting and trying to stab me.

"Get off me!" I snarled, grabbing her dagger.

She spit in my face. Her breath was foul and her teeth rotten. I headbutted her, breaking her nose and throwing her off of me. I rolled to my feet just in time for a big brute to swing a two-by-four at my head. I ducked the plank and punched the man in the gut.

He didn't even feel it.

"Gonna enjoy you, cunt," hissed the big man. He had a huge boil along the side of his nose oozing puss.

I shuddered in disgust.

The big man drew back his two-by-four as the filthy woman scrambled to her feet, blood pouring out of her nose and staining what may have been her blue dress. It was so filthy, I couldn't be sure. I fell into a crouch. More bandits were rushing me.

Perfect. My family would get away while they focused on me.

And then the shadows moved. A man screamed as tentacles wrapped around him, ripping off his head. My demonic lover crashed into the big man, his jaws crushing my would-be-rapist's head. Shadows eyes met mine, burning with his love for me.

"Thanks," I smiled at him. "I love you."

I said the words without thought. I didn't even have time to consider them as the filthy woman stabbed at me. I caught her hand, twisted her wrist, and ripped the knife from her grip. I shoved her back and then flashed into light and appeared beside Sister Stella.

"What is that thing?" the nun asked, her eyes narrowing. "Where did the demon come from?"

"I don't know," I lied. "Let's keep going."

"Why is a demon attacking them?" Sarah demanded as the man screamed behind us.

"Your Father sent him," Aofia breathed. "I told you. He ensures that we reach paradise. We shall be the instruments of the Living Gods rebirth."

"That's impossible," Sister Stella spat, staring at the Shadow.

"It doesn't matter!" I snapped. "Do you hear the horns? More are coming. We need to keep going. We need to cross the Interstate Bridge and get out of this city and into Washington."

Sister Stella glanced at me and I flushed. I hated lying to my lover. But I didn't want to speak about Shadow to her. I was afraid she'd realize that I was coming to love the demon. He was always there for me, protecting me. My heart beat faster. I grabbed Sister Stella's hand, giving her a squeeze.

"Come on! Let's get going."

Sister Stella nodded. She ran behind me, pulling Alison along. The pack mule had no problem moving swiftly. She was a smart beast. She knew now wasn't the time to be stubborn. Ahead of us, Queenie, Aoifa, and Sarah ran while the Twins brought up the rear.

My side ached but we couldn't stop.

Queenie Glassner

My sides split and my breasts ached. Running with big tits wasn't fun. They bounced beneath my loose shirt, smacking into my chest and each other. Aoifa panted beside me, her freckled face flushed and matted with exertion.

Men screamed behind us. That scary demon pursued us, killing everyone that came across our path. The city of Portland was alive with bandits and wild men. They seemed to pour out of every street and alley, growing thicker as we neared the bridge. They each wore filthy rags, and it was often hard to tell the men from the women.