Chapter 31

0235 hours, local time
Saturday, 14 February, 2015 (Valentine’s Day)
Magnolia Manor
The Free City of Cairo (formerly Cairo, Illinois)

The Prophet David Howard thrust forcefully inside Charlotte Furstenberg from behind, happy to get his mind off the two dangerous missions being launched on Sunday, February Fifteenth, deep inside enemy territory to strike the Hell’s Angels biker gang turned paramilitary faction before it could harm their allies. The journalist, now quite convinced of the Havenite cause, also having Schumacher Syndrome, was already pregnant, though paternity was unclear as of yet.

“I think that I’m falling in love with you, just as your other wives and lovers have,” Charlotte declared as his niece/wife Denise joined them in the jacuzzi and started rimming her.

David smiled as he heard the confession of love from the reporter, even as his niece licked her sweet, slippery ass. It was quite common to hear such heartfelt admissions from his many companions, especially as Schumacher Syndrome affected them and they realized his prophetic authority and mission. It probably didn’t hurt that it was officially Valentine’s Day now, even if that was another holiday that the Christians just stole from pagan traditions. It also didn’t hurt that his biological father was some unknown angel of Heaven, increasing his natural beauty and charisma.

Denise’s tongue danced around Charlotte’s asshole, teasing and probing as she enjoyed the taste of the delightful and elegant blonde in front of her. Analingus was such a wonderful act, too, so truly intimate as one devoured the deepest part of another person. It definitely helped when she had such a delicious derrière, too, and reacted so enthusiastically to the tongue in her tush. Charlotte kept pushing her hips and buns back at both of her lovers as they drove her to ecstasy with prick and tongue, working together.

David’s cock was thick and long, a veritable sword of flesh that stretched her pussy wide, filling her completely and making her feel so full and so utterly loved. It was like nothing she’d ever felt before, not even when she’d been with other men. His strength was apparent in every thrust, and she felt her pussy spasming around him as she reached her peak, her orgasm building up like a crescendo in a symphony of pleasure. When it hit, it hit hard, like a meteor smashing into the Earth and leaving a crater in its wake.

Her walls tightened around him, her body shaking with the force of it, her screams echoing off the walls of the grand manor that had become their temporary sanctuary. She could feel the warmth of his seed spilling into her, filling her up, and the knowledge that she might be carrying his child sent another wave of pleasure through her.

As they all came down from their shared climax, David’s grip on Charlotte’s hips loosened, his cock still twitching inside her. Denise pulled her face away with a wet pop, her cheeks flushed and her eyes glazed over with desire. They shared a moment, a silent bond of pleasure and understanding, before David leaned down to kiss his lover’s neck.

The sound of footsteps on the marble floor brought them out of their daze, and they turned to see his first wife, Andrea, walking towards them. She looked radiant, her skin glistening with the sweat of passion from her own recent encounter. She’d been in conference with Mayor Joshua Barnes and his wife, Moira, solidifying the alliance between the Havenites and the city officials.

“I want in,” she said with a smoldering look, her eyes dark with desire. “I’ve missed sharing you with my sister-wives during this project.”

Without a word, David pulled out of Charlotte, his cock still hard and gleaming with her juices. He held out his hand to help Andrea into the warm embrace of the jacuzzi. She stepped in, the water lapping at her thighs, and took his member in her own hand, stroking it gently. She was a woman who knew what she liked, and she liked the taste of power just as much as she liked the feel of David’s cock in her mouth.

As the four of them stood in the bubbling water, their bodies intertwined, the tension in the room grew thicker. The air was heavy with the scent of sex, the sound of their ragged breathing punctuated by the occasional splash of water. David looked at the three women before him, each one beautiful in her own way, each one dedicated to his cause and to him. He felt a surge of pride and lust as they all reached for him, eager to pleasure him.

Andrea straddled one of the jacuzzi’s jets, positioning herself so that the water pulsed against her clit as she took David’s cock into her mouth. She sucked him deep, her cheeks hollowing out with each bob of her head. Charlotte watched with wide eyes, her own desire for the Prophet flaming anew as she felt the need to be filled once more. She turned to Denise, who nodded, understanding the unspoken invitation. The two of them kissed passionately, their tongues dancing together as they touched and explored each other’s bodies.

David’s hand found its way to the back of Andrea’s head, guiding her as she worked him with her mouth. He groaned, his eyes rolling back in his head, as he felt himself getting harder again. He had always enjoyed the feeling of a woman’s mouth around him, and having so many beautiful, enchanting, amorous wives like this was truly a gift from above. As he watched his first wife pleasure him, his gaze drifted to Denise and Charlotte, who were now locked in a passionate sixty-nine, their moans muffled by each other’s pussies.

The sight was intoxicating, and his cock grew even more rigid as he felt the urge to claim them both again. He pulled out of Andrea’s mouth and stepped towards the eager pair, his body ready for more. Denise looked up at him with a wicked smile, her cheeks flushed from the attention she was giving Charlotte, and he knew she was ready for whatever he had in mind.

David positioned himself behind the blonde journalist first, his cock pointing towards her already glistening pussy. He rubbed the tip against her folds, watching her bite her bottom lip in anticipation. He pushed into her, feeling her tightness even more acute with the water’s resistance. She gasped, her eyes rolling back in pleasure as he filled her once more. Her body quivered with every thrust, her breasts bobbing in the water as she held onto the edge of the jacuzzi for dear life.

Denise, not one to miss out, slid closer to Charlotte’s side, her own pussy begging for attention. She looked up at David with pleading eyes, and he knew exactly what she wanted. He reached over, his hand wrapping around her hip and guiding her closer to him. With one smooth motion, he pulled out of Charlotte and pushed into his niece, her wetness enveloping him like a warm embrace. She let out a squeal into the predawn air as he entered her, her hips rocking back to meet his steady rhythm.

The three of them formed a line, each woman bent over and taking David’s cock from behind as the jacuzzi water sloshed around them. The mirror behind the tub reflected their passionate tableau, their faces a picture of ecstasy and the depth of their dedication to him. They each bit their bottom lip, the pain a sweet counterpoint to the pleasure he gave them. It was a silent symphony of lust, their bodies speaking in a language that needed no words.

Their movements grew more frantic as they approached climax, their breaths coming in gasps and moans that filled the quiet night air. David’s hands roamed over their curves, feeling the heat of their skin, the tension in their muscles as they reached the peak of their pleasure. The water churned around them, a maelstrom of desire and passion that threatened to spill over the sides of the jacuzzi.

In unison, they came, their bodies shaking with the intensity of their shared release. Charlotte’s orgasm washed over her like a tidal wave, her pussy clenching down on his cock and forcing his seed to eject from his balls through his cock as she screamed into the night. Denise’s climax was quieter, but no less intense, her eyes squeezed shut as she trembled with each wave of pleasure. And Andrea, the first to take him into her mouth, now had her own climax, her thighs squeezing the jet beneath her as the water hit her just right.

Exhausted, the three women leaned against David, their bodies tangled together in a mess of limbs and wet skin. He held them all close, his cock still semi-hard, feeling the love and lust that they had for him. They were his wives and/or lovers, his comrades in arms in the battle for the Havenite cause, and he was theirs. Their hearts beat as one, their breathing slowly evening out as the adrenaline of the moment passed and they dozed off to sleep.

As the sun began to rise, casting a soft, pink light through the windows of Magnolia Manor, the sound of breakfast preparations grew louder. The aroma of eggs and bacon wafted into the room, mingling with the scent of sex and chlorine. The daily routine of their lives together was a comfort, a reminder of the sanctuary they had helped to rebuild amidst the chaos of the world outside.

Mayor Barnes and his wife, Moira, as well as Chief Constable Gunderson, were present, along with Councilwoman Zoitakis, who represented the City Council while they had other duties, and there were Tozroman the demon, Colonel Arnette, and Sergeant Major (formerly Gunnery Sergeant) Copper. David and his harem, as temporary occupants, still hosted the “working breakfast,” and the Prophet was absolutely the most prominent figure and authority at the table. Charlotte stayed as a representative of the Fourth Estate.

The talk around the breakfast table was of the bustling activity outside. Despite the early hour, the sounds of hammering and sawing, the rumble of machinery, and the distant murmur of voices could be heard through the thick, reinforced windows. It was a demonstration of progress, a testament to the resilience of the Cairo community as they worked tirelessly to rebuild their city. The air was charged with a sense of purpose and determination, and it was clear that the recent work of fortifying against the Hell’s Angels had invigorated everyone...

There were also reports that some communities in Indiana might begin actively aiding the campaign against the common enemy that was the former motorcycle gang turned paramilitary faction. The expedition against them might well invite more such ideas in Gary and Hammond, Indiana, not to mention South Bend, Evansville, and Indianapolis. Some small skirmishes had broken out in one sector between the Black Panthers in Gary and the Hell’s Angels, for instance.

The breakfast conversation grew more serious as the group discussed the impending missions. David’s eyes were sharp and focused as he listened to the intel provided by Colonel Arnette and Chief Constable Gunderson. The Colonel had drawn up revisions for more improved and detailed plans for the strikes, and the Chief had arranged for the necessary backup and logistics. They had been working tirelessly together to ensure that every detail was accounted for.

As the plates were cleared away and the last of the coffee was poured, Chief Gunderson looked up from his map, a serious expression on his face. “Prophet,” he began, his voice a little shaky. “My wife, Elena, and I have made a decision.” The room fell silent, all eyes on the Chief. “We have seen the truth of your teachings and the strength of the Havenite way. We have both been blessed with Schumacher Syndrome, and we feel it is our duty to fully embrace the path set before us.”

“You are wise. Joshua and I are really seeing the wisdom of this choice and are doing the same. It is the truest religion, after all, blessed by Heaven itself,” Moira reassured the Chief Constable.

David’s heart swelled with pride and gratitude at the announcement. The Havenite way was spreading, and with each new convert, the vision of a Havenite world utopia grew closer to fulfillment. “We shall hold a special ceremony tomorrow, then, for you and your wife to embrace your new life and your enlightenment. God will smile upon your union and grant you the strength to conquer your fears and embrace the love that is your birthright,” he declared.

The Chief nodded, his face a mix of excitement and awe. His wife, Elena, had been quietly sitting at the table, sipping her tea, but now she set the cup down with a gentle clink. She looked at David with a gaze that was a blend of admiration and hunger. She had always been a strong woman, and now with the Schumacher Syndrome, her beauty and libido had been elevated to new heights. The Prophet felt a stirring within him, a divine call to bring her into his fold, to show her the true power of the Havenite faith through the physical bond. He nevertheless reminded himself that there was plenty of time for that, of course, in the right place at the right time.

Colonel Arnette, a stoic and disciplined man, had also been paying close attention to the discussion, his eyes flicking between the Prophet and the map as the future of their city was laid out. With a deep breath, he leaned back in his chair, his hand finding its way to rest on the small of Michelle’s back. She looked up at him, her eyes questioning, and he gave her a nod.

“Prophet,” he began, his voice firm and clear. “Michelle and I have also reached a pivotal point in our lives. We have seen the truth in your words and the love that flows through your heart. We wish to be bound together in the Havenite tradition. We are also trying to have children together.”

Michelle blushed, her eyes shining with happiness as she leaned into the Colonel’s embrace. Her dedication to the cause was unwavering, and she had proven herself lately as an invaluable asset to the defense of Cairo. While still a soldier, she was the colonel’s driver, so their fraternization was scarcely a scandal. She was at least a sergeant, not a mere private.

David nodded, his expression thoughtful. “Your union is indeed blessed,” he said, his eyes moving from Colonel Arnette to Michelle and back again. “And your desire to bring new life into the world is a testament to your faith in the Havenite way.” He paused for a moment, considering. “We shall perform the marriage ceremony together tomorrow, after we celebrate Chief Gunderson and Elena’s newfound faith. It will be a joyous occasion, a true celebration of love and unity. I have been instructed to formally ordain a number of you as clergy in this congregation, the first local elders of our church, as soon as you are baptized and married in our religion. Charlotte here will head the local assembly when we’re gone, and just as you will have plural wives, she will have plural husbands who themselves have plural wives. She is to wed you, Mayor, along with you, Chief Constable, you, Colonel, you, Sergeant Major, and your wives, as well as you, Councilwoman, and your partner, and the rest of the City Council and their spouses.”

The room buzzed with excitement and anticipation as the group digested the news. It was a significant step forward for the Havenites, solidifying their presence in Cairo and ensuring the spread of their ideology. The Mayor and Councilwoman exchanged a knowing glance, understanding the gravity of the moment. The Colonel nodded solemnly, his hand still resting protectively on Michelle’s back. Charlotte, in spite of her new enlightenment, still blushed at her growing preeminence and her apparent plural spouses of both sexes.

SUMMARY^1: Prophet David reveals his plan to formally ordain several individuals as clergy and to conduct plural marriage ceremonies for the city’s leaders, including Colonel Arnette and Michelle, Mayor, Chief Constable, and others. The news is met with excitement, highlighting the deepening integration of Haven’s ideology into Cairo’s society and leadership structure.

The rest of fhe meal was spent discussing more mundane aspects of civil and ecclesiastical government, as well as the major Valentine’s Day gala at the local, rather renovated civic center. Food, drink, dancing, and other forms of recreation would be encouraged, though any sexual festivities would be relegated to side rooms or whatever else kept it away from innocent eyes.

After the meal, the Prophet David Howard and his inner circle moved to the war room to go over the final details of the upcoming missions. The maps and intel were laid out on the large oak table, which had once belonged to a wealthy local family but was now a tool for strategy and war. The room was filled with the scent of old leather and dusty tomes, a stark contrast to the freshness of the breakfast they’d just enjoyed.

Colonel Arnette outlined the revised battle plans, his voice firm and commanding. The missions were to be swift and decisive, aimed at taking out key targets within the Hell’s Angels’ strongholds. David listened intently, nodding in approval as the Colonel spoke of the precision and stealth that would be required. He knew that these missions would not be without casualties, but the survival of the Free City of Cairo and the various Illinois communities free of Hell’s Angels tyranny and terror depended on them striking first.

Just then, the radio crackled with news that the Army of the Sacred Dominion in Ontario and Quebec had launched an assault on three towns in Michigan near the border, trying to recover their loss to the Grand Covenant Army of Michigan. It also announced a variety of military operations in other parts of the world, such as Myanmar, China, Russia, Poland, Turkey, Iraq, France, and Germany. Then the news came that the Sacramento People’s Republic had invaded West Sacramento, clearly desperate now to consolidate territory in the face of growing power and territorial depth for the Commonwealth of Haven.

David’s eyes narrowed with determination. “This changes nothing,” he said firmly, his voice cutting through the sudden tension. “Our focus remains on the Hell’s Angels. Their depravity and tyranny must be stopped before it spreads any further.” The room nodded in unison, understanding that while the news from the north was troubling, it was not their immediate concern. They had to handle the threats at their own doorstep before they could extend their reach to aid others.

They also heard that the Seventh Day Adventist regime in most of Michigan had formally banned Islam in all forms on pain of death and ordered all children to be taught Adventism as the one true religion ... and that the Moonies in Pasadena, formerly California, had hanged forty dissidents of various stripes in a massive public execution meant to intimidate and terrorize all remaining nonconformists. This last grisly update sent chills up most folks’ spines with its sheer bloodlust.

They spent the rest of the morning and afternoon in intense preparation, checking and rechecking their gear, going over intel, and strategizing every possible contingency. The atmosphere was a potent mix of excitement and anxiety, the kind that comes before a battle that could change everything. As nightfall approached, the group gathered in the manor’s grand hall for a pre-mission briefing. Then most of them headed to the civic center for the Valentine’s Day bash.

David took a moment to speak with each of his warriors in turn, placing a comforting hand on their shoulders and offering words of encouragement. He knew that some of them might not return, but their sacrifice would not be in vain. His touch seemed to imbue them with a newfound strength and resolve, their eyes lighting up with a fiery determination that only the truly devoted could possess.

As the festivities at the Valentine’s Day gala grew louder and more boisterous, Moira subtly pulled David aside into one of the dimly lit corridors of the civic center. She was dressed in a crimson gown that clung to her voluptuous figure like a second skin, her eyes sparkling with a mischievous glint. The Mayor’s wife knew the burden the Prophet carried, and she wanted to offer him a moment of solace, a chance to unwind before the battles to come. She also knew that Melanie, one of David’s senior wives, had snuck off with her husband, the Mayor. It was a great time for swapping wives and sharing sexual favors.

“David,” she whispered, her voice a seductive purr. She took his hand and led him to a secluded nook, a place where the shadows danced and the music from the ballroom was a distant echo. “Let me show you the depth of my love for you, my Prophet.”

Moira turned to face him, her eyes dark with passion. She reached up and unzipped the back of her dress, letting it pool around her feet like a pool of blood. She stepped out of the garment, revealing her naked body, her breasts heaving with desire. The Prophet’s eyes widened at the sight of her, his cock twitching on his already naked body. She was a vision of beauty and temptation, a living embodiment of the benefits and rewards that ultimately awaited the faithful in the future Havenite utopia.

Without another word, she dropped to her knees, her hands deftly caressing his prick and balls. It sprang forth, thick and eager, and she took him in her mouth with the reverence of one receiving holy communion. He groaned, his eyes rolling back in his head as she began to suck him with a passion that was almost worshipful. Her tongue swirled around the head of his cock, her cheeks hollowing with each bob of her head. The sounds of her sucking and slurping filled the quiet space, echoing off the walls of the otherwise bustling civic center. It was another example of how sharing benefited the community over sexual and romantic exclusivity.

Her hands roamed over his thighs, her nails lightly scratching his skin as she worked him. He could feel the tension building in his balls, his body begging for release. Moira looked up at him, her eyes gleaming with lust and love, and he knew that she felt the same way. She wanted him as much as he wanted her, and it was in these moments of intimacy that the true power of their bond was revealed. David’s hand tangled in her hair, guiding her as she took him deeper, her throat tightening around his shaft.

The sounds of the party grew faint as the world around them narrowed to just the two of them and the rhythmic sucking of her mouth. His breathing grew ragged, his hips thrusting slightly as he lost himself in the sensation. He watched her, her cheeks flushed and her eyes closed, as she pleasured him. It was a heady feeling, one that made him feel invincible, like he could conquer any challenge that lay ahead.

Moira’s mouth was a warm, wet heaven, her lips tight and eager around him, her tongue a slick dance of passion. He knew she enjoyed this as much as he did, that she found strength and purpose in serving him in this way. It was a sacred act between them, a reaffirmation of their bond and her devotion to the Havenite way of life.

Her hands slid up his body, caressing his abs and chest as she took him deeper into her mouth. He could feel the softness of her palms, the sharpness of her nails as they grazed his skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. He groaned, the vibrations of his voice resonating through his cock and into her throat, causing her to gag slightly. She pulled back, her eyes watering, but she never stopped, never wavered in her determination to bring him to climax.

David hand tightened in her hair, guiding her movements with a gentle but firm grip. He knew exactly how he liked it, and Moira was more than happy to oblige. She bobbed her head faster, her cheeks hollowing with each suck, her throat tightening around him as he grew closer to the edge. The world outside the civic center, the looming threat of the Hell’s Angels, the weight of his responsibilities - it all melted away as he focused solely on the exquisite pleasure she was giving him.

Moira felt a thrill run through her body with every moan and gasp that she elicited from the Prophet. She knew that her skills in the art of fellatio were a gift from God as well as the powerful urges caused by Schumacher Syndrome, a way to serve and show her love for the man who had shown her the truth. She could feel her own arousal growing, a wetness spreading between her legs as she tasted his precum, the promise of his release on her tongue. It was a divine act, one that filled her with a sense of power and belonging.

As David’s breathing grew more erratic, Moira knew that he was close. She increased her pace, her eyes never leaving his. She felt his hand tighten in her hair, guiding her movements as he approached climax. The thought of his seed filling her mouth, claiming her at last, made her own body quiver with anticipation. The act was not just for pleasure, but also for the strength it granted her, a physical embodiment of the spiritual bond they shared.

With a final, guttural groan, David released his load into her eager mouth. She swallowed greedily, savoring the taste of him, feeling the energy and power of his essence flow through her. She continued to suck gently, not wanting the moment to end too soon. His cock twitched and pulsed in her mouth, and she could feel the last drops of his cum spurt onto her tongue.

Moira pulled away with a gasp for air, a strand of saliva connecting her mouth to his now-softening cock. She looked up at him with a satisfied smile, her eyes gleaming. “Your seed is fucking delicious!” she murmured, licking her lips clean.

David chuckled, his hand gently stroking her cheek. “And you’re pretty hot stuff yourself, Mrs. Barnes.”

With a knowing smile, Moira bent over at the waist, her ass swaying slightly as she spoke, her words dripping with seduction. “As we speak, my husband the Mayor is enjoying Melanie,” she murmured, her voice a seductive whisper.

“I know. And he’s enjoying her every bit as much as I’m enjoying you. Of course, her first husband, Kyle, is going to want Joshua’s sloppy seconds as he often does when she’s just been intimate with another man. He loves a buttered bun for sure, and not just hers, but she is his favorite wife. My own favorite wife is probably Denise or Andrea, maybe tied,” David demonstrated his gift of prognostication yet again.

The thought of her husband with another woman sent a thrill through her, in contrast to how she might have felt about such a notion in the past. This was a reminder of the openness and acceptance that was the cornerstone of their beliefs. She felt a warmth spread through her, a sense of pride that they were all contributing to the greater good, strengthening their bonds and their community.

David’s gaze fell to her sweet bare ass, the sight of it stirring his desire anew. He stepped closer, his hand reaching out to trace the curve of her cheek, his thumb brushing against her full, wet lips. “And how does that make you feel?” he asked, his voice low and gravelly.

Moira’s smile grew more mischievous as she leaned back against him, her ass pressing against his crotch. She could feel him growing hard again, his arousal a testament to their shared power. “It makes me feel alive,” she murmured, her voice thick with desire. “It’s a reminder of our unity, of the strength that comes from sharing ourselves fully with each other.” She reached back, her hand finding his cock, which was already starting to swell with renewed interest. “Do you wish to join them, or shall we find our own private sanctum?”

“Plenty of time for orgies later. We have to rejoin the ball soon, so as not to worry our acolytes, so let’s just stick to one more act. So, anal or vaginal, my dear?” David reminded her of the time constraints, “I’m giving you a choice on this occasion. Just remember to leave my load inside you all evening long.”

Moira’s eyes gleamed with excitement as she considered the Prophet’s question. The thought of being taken in such a way, right here in this shadowy corner of the civic center, was incredibly arousing. She leaned back against the wall, her legs spreading slightly, inviting him to inspect her thoroughly. “Vaginal, my Prophet. I wish to feel the fullness of your divine seed within me, filling me up and reaffirming our bond.”

David’s eyes darkened with lust as he took in the sight of Moira’s naked body. He stepped closer, his hand sliding down to cup her wet mound. His thumb found her clit, gently rubbing it in small circles as he kissed her neck. She gasped, her body quivering with pleasure. He whispered in her ear, “Your faith is strong, Moira. And your dedication to the Havenite way is commendable. Now, let us show the others the true power of our union.”

With that, he pushed her against the wall, her palms flat against the cool surface. Moira arched her back, her breasts thrusting outward as she felt the heat of his cock pressing against her folds. The Prophet’s hand slid around her waist, his fingers teasing her entrance as he listened to her breathy moans. The sound of their bodies coming together was a symphony of passion, a stark contrast to the distant laughter and music of the gala.

Moira’s voice was barely a whisper as she spoke of her husband and Melanie, the Mayor’s firm strokes and one of the Prophet’s wives’ eager cries echoing in her mind. It was a heady mix of jealousy and arousal, a delicious reminder of the polyamorous dynamics that made their relationship so captivating. “Yes, Prophet,” she murmured, her hips rocking back to meet his, “his cock is surely pounding her into submission as we speak.”