Chapter 20

Later that morning...

I was balls deep inside Kesha, just after fucking Kylie Minogue and her sister Danni, in fact. I had also screwed Lana Del Rey, Jennifer Love Hewitt, Christina Aguilera, Alicia Keys, Iggy Azalea, Beyonce Knowles, and Cristina Milian earlier after I finished with my five-way encounter with Miley Cyrus, Ariana Grande, Britney Spears, and Shakira. The utter lack of a male refractory period was quite handy, of course, to put it mildly. The way that Jennifer Lopez, Nicki Minaj, Cardi B, and several other divas stared at me made it quite clear that I was far from done that day.

There were a lot of horny fans of both sexes ready for my dick, too, and hell, several male singers now showed up, eager to get their asses plowed by me. Justin Timberlake, Justin Bieber, The Weeknd, Eminem, etc. The ladies of Celtic Woman, past and present, were also there, plus the German singer Oonagh, and so were several of their boyfriends, husbands, etc. Yeah, I had a busy day already and I even squeezed in some heated fucks with Nicki and Lilith to boot. This day would be devoted to orgiastic pleasure, a truly raucous and wanton holiday worthy of The Jack, the savior of Earth and Hell.

Yes, by now, I was not only known as the King, the Emperor, etc., but also as The Jack, with a definite article, and why the Hell not? I had the libido of a satyr, the magic of Merlin, and the majesty of Charlemagne or someone like that. I also had a book by me, added to the canon, which was known as “The Book of Jack,” in which I was literally called “The Jack.” I was an immortal God-Emperor now, and everyone knew it. I could have a billion bastards and all would merely stand in awe of me for it.

Given how much the Rapture had depopulated parts of the globe, there was more than enough room for my progeny. And then some. Face it, I had a sacred duty to propagate my divine seed as far and wide as possible. Plenty of others got their action, too, though. I enjoyed watching the news of late, much more naked people rutting with complete strangers in public and broad daylight, far less murder, mayhem, and other forms of violence.

I lost all track of time, naturally, not that it mattered, and everything became a bit of a blur, especially while I doused myself with plenty of caffeine, booze, and weed as well. I even smoked a little hashish over the course of the midday before most of the people engaged in the clusterfuck collapsed from exhaustion ... but not me, of course. I had more than a few scratches on my back, some from Kesha, some from Nicki, some from Lilith, and more than a few from Joss Stone, of all people. Who would have guessed that she had it in her?

“Will this be in your next video?” I teased Kesha as I took her all over again in the shower.

“Maybe this will, my lord! Or should I call you ‘Lord Goat’? Hey, can you put it in my ass now? I want to get my butt fucked in the shower by my idol, and frankly, that’s you!” Kesha urged me to sodomize her, not that I needed much convincing.

“Damn, girl, your booty is seriously fuckable! Maybe this really should be in your next video ... porn set to your voice, with me pumping in and out of your sweet ass good and hard! It could set a whole new standard or genre of pop music ... porno pop, if you will! Pop has already gotten a bit raunchy, but not nearly enough for my taste! I admit that I really enjoyed your last one, where you pranced around in nothing but a bandana, of course!” I told Kesha as I pumped furiously in and out of her delectable bottom.

“Count on you to applaud the growing smuttiness of pop and presumably all genres of music! Can I count on your endorsement, then, by showing up in my next video to fuck me in it? The best thing would be if another woman opens the curtain at the end and offers us towels while wearing nothing but a smile herself. We could include some smoldering build-up to it, too. Nice and steamy! Hey, can I move in with you, too? I would love to live in the lap of luxury and get to be prone-boned and often by my God-King!” Kesha pouted as I slammed into her bowels.

“You really love being taken like this, don’t you?” I teased her now.

“Fuck, yeah! Face it, honey ... every woman left on Earth either belongs to you or wishes that she did! And I seriously would be a fool not to lobby for a chance to sleep with you on a regular basis, just like Taylor and Britney and Miley and Ariana ... and whoever else gets to do so! Are you gonna add some actresses, too, besides the ones who are also divas, I mean? I would be shocked if Jennifer Love Hewitt and Jennifer Lopez didn’t end up in your bed more often, at least. Maybe you should seduce Jessica Alba or Emilia Clarke or Natalie Portman or someone like that!” Kesha declared when not biting her bottom lip at the way that I plowed her backfield.

“You think so, eh?” I laughed as I plundered her booty.

Gods, it was tight as fuck! I really enjoyed buggering Kesha and yanking her pretty blonde curls in the shower. She wasn’t wrong about her ideas, which I already had, of course. I wasn’t about to limit myself to divas, after all. I wanted the actresses, mainstream as well as adult, quite naturally. Natalie Portman, for instance, definitely came to mind. I always had a weakness for curly or kinky hair, no doubt of that, and Natalie often had that.

Just then, Kesha creamed herself on my rod and I erupted inside her bottom, flooding her bowels at last. Without any fanfare, she rushed to her knees and began sucking my cock straight from her own ass. She winked at me as she pointed out how clean she kept her booty, no doubt anticipating the need to fall to her knees before her king.