Chapter 46

1255 hours, local time
Sunday, 17 May, 2015
Charles Tremaine University (formerly Loras College)
Dubuque, Iowa

“This still very much resembles the Catholic institution that it used to be,” the Prophet David Howard told Sally Masterson, the university president in her office, just minutes after fucking the former nun.

“Yes, the crucifix has barely been removed from the walls, of course,” Sally stretched a little while still sitting on the Prophet’s lap.

Her office was dimly lit by the afternoon sun that shone through the stained glass windows, casting a pattern of blues and reds on the polished wood floor. The air was thick with the scent of sex, the room’s usual aura of academic severity having been replaced by a more carnally divine presence. Sally’s blouse was still on, but everything below the waist was naked, with her bare bottom pressing against his groin.

“You’re already pregnant, you know, even if only days along now. Your initial encounter at that orgy, the one that gave you Schumacher Syndrome just before you converted to Havenism, that one likely sufficed, as Schumacher Syndrome makes people extremely fertile,” the Prophet observed now.

Sally’s smile definitely reached her eyes, “Quite the honor, if you ask me, especially if it’s yours.” She traced her fingers along the Prophet’s jawline.

The Prophet’s gifts of divine insight allowed him to see into the very fabric of life itself, and as he gazed into Sally’s body, he discerned the presence of three tiny souls, entwined in a delicate dance of creation. One of them, he knew without a doubt, was a child of his own special essence.

“You have triplets. Two girls, one boy. One girl is mine. The boy is the Mayor’s. The other girl belongs to Clement,” David Howard prophesied, “that orgy was very fruitful, wasn’t it?”

The Prophet said that while rubbing her buttocks playfully.

The news of triplets filled Sally with a mix of awe and trepidation. She had never thought of herself as a mother, let alone to three babies at once. But the idea of bearing the child of a man she had come to admire, and possibly even love, filled her with a warmth she hadn’t felt in a long time. The Mayor and Clement were less significant in this moment, but she knew she would have to deal with the implications of their paternity later. For now, she was lost in the reverie of the divine intervention that had led her to this place.

“Clement and I are leaving in July, along with our wives and lovers, so you should become one of Mayor Novak’s wives. The benefits of legal polygamy, of course,” the Prophet encouraged her.

Sally’s eyes widened at the proposal, but she remained silent for a moment, considering the gravity of his words. The thought of being bound to the Mayor in marriage was both intriguing and slightly daunting, but she knew it was a decision she had to make for herself and her unborn children.

“You don’t have to speak about me as if I’m not in the room,” His Honor, Mayor Casper Novak, teased both of them, “in other news, apparently, the atrocities of the Justice Party militia and security forces have helped alienate many people back in Illinois. They executed twenty-six men and twelve women for homosexuality alone just yesterday.”