Chapter 9

Next Thanksgiving

“So, we’ve purchased more of the necessary property. We will own the massive estate closest to the mansion, giving us much more privacy and more space to build a proper temple and other necessary accommodations. This must ultimately Include vastly expanded living quarters, a massive nursery, our own clinic, our own school, a gift shop in time. Even a resort or hotel in time. A full community, though to complete it, we have more land to acquire.

“Long term, we want to build a state within a state, a country of our own. As the outer world collapses from its own weight and inefficiency, we will grow at its expenses, as will the other cult states. One by one, we’ll build a new society and civilization on the ruins of Christendom. Our revenge upon Constantine and his heirs will soon be complete.

“We destroyed the Byzantine Empire through the Fourth Crusade and the Ottoman Turks in preparation for our plans to bring about a post-Christian world. We also incited Henry VIII to such lust that he had to scrap the Catholic Church in England in order to get his wife and prospective son. We ensured that Robert Aske and the Pilgrimage of Grace were quashed, too,” Father, aka Brian, aka Dionysius, announced.

“Works for me, Dad. To that end, I sold off my liquor stores and I hear that Michelle sold your bar,” I recalled.

“Indeed, that will help toward our goal. We’ll more than recover that wealth and then some once we’ve built our new community and can pool our resources. In the meantime, it gives us more time to do that and also to raise our family and ... do more pleasurable pursuits,” Karen observed while bending over for my cock.

“Here, let me have that!” Michelle shouted as she parted Karen’s cheeks to start rimming the ginger with delight.

“Oh, fuck, yeah ... lick my butt! Eat. My. Ass! Good, fuck ... me ... fuck me, Saul!”

“Don’t forget me, honey!” Ashley insisted as she began sucking my balls and pushed me deeper inside Karen’s fiery bush, “just because we’re all pregnant by Dad doesn’t mean that we adore you any less! You’re our brother, after all, as well as our lover!”

“Where’s Tracy?” Father wondered now.

“In the Jacuzzi, getting her holes plugged by Felipe and Warren in a DP. Want to join them and make her airtight?” I urged the Greek God of Wine and Debauchery.

“Of course! I’m Dionysius after all!” Father threw back his head with laughter.

“Fuck my wife well, Dad!” I encouraged my true father, the mighty God Dionysius.

“Oh, but I will ... she’s carrying my twins, after all!” Father chuckled as he joined the other two men to take my wife.

If I was a more jealous man, as I used to be, that would be an issue, but at the moment, Karen, Michelle, and Ashley took turns at the receiving end of my cock. It was hard to be jealous when three women demanded their fair share of my dick. That Father had impregnated each of them and that Warren and Felipe would soon get their chance to knock them up was immaterial. I had put my own buns in their ovens, brats being watched by Sarakit, Kayla, and Carmen at present.