Chapter 35

0200 hours, local time,
Saturday, 21 March, 2015
Magnolia Manor (Temporary Howard Residence)
Free City of Cairo, (formerly Cairo, Illinois)

“So, Harvey, you want to borrow another of my wives?” The Prophet David Howard teased Harvey Simpson, a barber by trade and a rising figure in the ranks of the church, “you’ve enjoyed Amanda, Connie, and Jenny ... no reason to stop now. I must admit that screwing your Martha was an excellent new experience, part of the long-term plan to step up my role in impregnating local women and teenage girls, of course. See, wife-swapping is going well, but you, my friend, need to step up to the plate, too. Just as the Mayor, Chief Constable, Colonel Arnette, and Sergeant Major Copper, among others, have done.”

“Meaning what exactly, Prophet, sir?” Harvey answered him in earnest, eager to prove himself before the elders of the congregation, whose ranks he wished to join.

“Taking ... plural wives, of course. So many women need husbands, and don’t hold back because they already have one or two. Men need many plural wives and women need plural husbands, both polygyny and polyandry at once. Both need variety, my dear friend,” the Prophet urged him, even as Serena began unzipping his pants and fellating him, the sight of a Prophetess on her knees before him a real jolt now.

“It seems that my sister likes you ... a lot,” David grinned as Serena Kurtz, the Prophetess, revealed to be his own half-sister, a daughter of the seraph Barachiel, half-angel, half-human like himself, performed oral sex on him in front of the elders of the congregation.

“I-I had no idea, Prophet,” Harvey stuttered, his cheeks reddening. He had always found Serena to be incredibly attractive, but some part of him, in spite of the church’s growing embrace of sexual promiscuity as one of its tenets and practices, still considered a living Prophetess, sister of the Prophet, to be way above his league.

“She’s carrying my triplets, you know,” the Prophet reminded him, even as he summoned Harvey’s own daughter, Autumn, into the room and bent her naked form over an ottoman to fuck her from behind.

“Triplets?” Harvey’s eyes widened with astonishment, watching as Serena’s skilled mouth worked his shaft and her eyes met his, filled with both passion and challenge.

“Yes, the holy fruit of our divine union,” Prophet Howard said with a smug grin, as he hammered into Autumn, whose moans grew increasingly louder with every thrust. “You see, it’s all for the greater good. The angelic bloodline must be preserved and spread. Among other things, of course. By the way, your daughter recommended you for a leadership role, and she wasn’t wrong. But do you know where she was when she suggested you for it? In bed with me, of course, just two weeks ago.”

Serena, now straddling Harvey’s hips, began to rock back and forth, taking his length into her with an animalistic grace that spoke of both passion and power. Her eyes never left Harvey’s, filled with a fiery lust that seemed to beckon him into a deeper embrace of the divine madness that was their new reality. She bounced up and down on him, even as the husband and father of two contemplated the new way of life.

“She wants to be your second wife, loving you alongside Martha, among others. Her best friends, Becca and Kendra, also want to share you with your wife and daughter. You really should accept this proposal and embrace the new vision and paradigm for this world. Their mothers are widows ... and wish to join you as well. Imagine the beauty and promise of that arrangement. Yes, they’re all pregnant to me, but so what? That’s an honor, isn’t it, and you’ll have plenty of time to breed them all,” the Prophet reassured him now, “and when Jessica comes of age, you should breed her. That’s just ... what, six months from now?”

“Yes,” Harvey whispered, his mind racing as he watched Autumn’s breasts bounce with every thrust the Prophet gave her, feeling the wet heat of Serena’s cunt surrounding his own cock.

“Good, then breed her and marry her as well, of course,” the Prophet counseled him now, “when she turns fourteen, the proper age of consent, not a day before or after that time.”

“But what of my wife, Martha?” Harvey asked, his voice thick with passion as he felt Serena’s inner walls contract around him, her moans becoming more fervent, “it’s one thing to share and swing and swap wives, but you’re proposing that she welcome plural wives who include our daughters.”

“Yes, that’s the new family model, far superior to the old, nuclear one, of course. Imagine the support system that each of your wives will have, too. This is the way that things ought to be, my friend ... this is the new ideal, the new family structure,” David told him as Autumn came on his cock now, “oh, and any time that you’re in the mall and some random girl or group of girls begs you to fuck them, you will do them that honor and fuck them, okay, right out in the open where everyone can see you, too.”

“What if they get pregnant?” Harvey inquired as Serena squeezed a load out of him, cumming all over him in the process.

“I hope so. We all have to step up on this breeding front, to cross-pollinate, to trigger a baby boom in this town, because we don’t know how long we’ll have to act as a city-state, how long we’ll need to hold the fort until the cavalry arrives, the cavalry being the Commonwealth of Haven,” David encouraged him now as Autumn came together with him, “plus, we need to repopulate this world ... with an evolutionary boost of sorts, advancing toward a new and improved human race.”

“A new human race...,” Harvey murmured, the concept sinking in as he watched his own cum dribble out of Serena’s mouth and onto his chest. The idea was both ludicrous and strangely fascinating.

“Yes, it’s key to God’s will, to the divine plan. Heaven wishes to give this species an upgrade,” David smiled, “it will become more obvious over time,” he said as he caressed Andrea and Denise, his first wife and his niece-wife, her niece by blood, his by marriage.

“Yes, Daddy, now you’re ... we’re being added to the elite, the inner circle of the community and the church. You’re becoming an elder in every sense of the word,” Autumn encouraged her father before climbing on top of his lap without letting him get soft first.

“You have Schumacher Syndrome now, anyway, so you won’t have a choice. The urge to mate will be much, much stronger now. Some folks still think that it’s a disease, but as you surely know by now, it’s very real, it’s an actual condition, but it’s not an illness, it’s a real boost and a nudge in the right direction, just very contagious, transmitted through sexual congress with people, through male and female bodily fluids alike,” the Prophet said as he slid into Melanie next, one of his many wives eager to get her turn.

The room was a cacophony of flesh slapping against flesh, the sounds of passion and desire, the smell of sex thick in the air. The walls of the once-grand library of the Magnolia Manor were lined with bookshelves, the books mute witnesses to the orgy happening all over again. The couches and chairs had been pushed aside to make room for the large, plush mats that served as beds for their sacred rites of sexual union and reproduction.