Chapter 2

I barely had time to arrive at Mulligan’s when I noticed that the bar was packed pretty heavily for a post-pandemic night. Damn, word got around already, didn’t it, that coronavirus was history! No doubt, the doctors would be shaking their heads and yanking out their hair to learn what was up. So would the scientists, of course. Immunologists in particular.

I grabbed the fountain pen and wrote down that, “All of the women are easy sluts tonight and the men are all horndogs. All of them will also enthusiastically follow my every last instruction. No significant others or spouses will get jealous over their partners fucking around tonight. Every man will orgasm and recover at least once per hour during these sexual activities, twice if sodomized somehow, no matter how gentle or rough the act of sodomy. Every woman will cream herself on every fifth stroke during tonight’s bacchanal.”

“Cain, buddy, what brings you here on your night off?” my boss, Declan Mulligan, needled me a little, even as he added, “would you believe it, all of the people in this neighborhood who had the ‘rona suddenly felt no symptoms and were back to full health, walking out of hospitals and out of quarantine unassisted and everything! I don’t think that any nurses or doctors resisted because they were in that much shock. Strangely, most of them seemed to want to come here!”

“No one’s wearing a mask or social distancing, either. I guess that they were eager to drop that as soon as they could. I don’t blame them for that. Oh, Declan, my friend, meet my sister, my Stephanie! All the way from Shreveport, Louisiana. I’ve moved in with her. Should save me rent that I don’t need to pay since Nancy and I split,” I remarked, even as I noticed how quickly the barflies were giving it up.

“Is it just me, or are you and your sister ... very close? And how did she get a place so fast?” Declan wondered, noticing how cozy we were together.

“Oh, not to worry, sugar. We are very close, as you say, and we just inherited a shitload of money from our folks. Tragic car wreck, sad to say. Go easy on Cain, though. He just found out and he was out of state when it happened,” Stephanie explained in a fashion that left out how rocky things were with Mom and Dad.

“My sincere condolences, then. Is there anything I can do for you, miss?” Declan reacted to Steph’s charm quite predictably, “normally, I would have hit on you by now, but other factors interfered, such as news of your parents’ death.”

“I take it that you’re not married, am I right?” Stephanie asked him, openly flirting with him while slapping my butt Devo-style to encourage me.

“Nope, got engaged twice, but bride one left me at the altar and bride two turned out to have screwed the stripper at her bachelorette party ... after insisting that I have none at mine. After that, I was done with engagements, let alone marriage. My parents keep pushing me, and frankly, I keep pushing back. They just think that I’m bitter. That’s only part of the puzzle, though,” Declan confessed.

“I hear ya, man. In the meantime, well, how about we console each other, eh?” Stephanie invited herself to Declan’s arms.

He was putty in her hands by now and she soon had him taking her back behind the bar. Only I, he, and a few others knew the nature of where he took her. It didn’t last long, of course, as he had to mind the shop, but for a little moment, my boss got to be in his own personal heaven between my sister’s thighs. I laughed as I moved in on one of the horny, lonely girls who hadn’t yet coupled with someone.

“Hey, there, Erica,” I recognized one of the local cuties who worked nearby at the deli.

“Hey, Cain ... so, tell me, can I raise you now?” she beat me to the punch, making me wonder if I would get to test my new powers.

“Maybe you can, if you’re able, that is. Take off your panties and put them in your mouth,” I told Erica, who jumped at the chance to do just that, “now, hike up that miniskirt and bend over that barstool for me. I’m going to fuck you tonight. Bareback, too, so don’t even think of suggesting a rubber. I’m going in freestyle.”

Erica blushed a little as she indeed lifted her skirt, bent over the barstool, and invited me to fuck her from behind. I slid in easily, as she was already wet as a dishrag, something that intrigued me as I began pumping deeply in and out of her gash. She kept her panties in her mouth as a gag while I thrust repeatedly inside her slippery snatch. Every stroke brought me much closer to my goal of breeding her if possible. I also noticed that my cock was much larger than it used to be and it was never puny in the first place.

“Oh, that ... you’re a demon now, did you forget? When you wish it, your eyes will also glow red at times, which is good when you want to intimidate folks. In case you missed it, your type of demon is the obvious choice: incubus. As a side note, any person who receives your seed is automatically damned for eternity. But if they’re nice enough folks, Hell will be a permanent vacation for them. If they’re nasty, though, it will truly be torment instead.

“For the most part, I don’t get to choose who goes to Heaven or Hell. What I get to decide is what to do with them once they arrive in my infernal domain. And that is judged according to my own ethics. Yes, believe it or not, the Devil has a moral code of his own. It just differs radically from that of the major Abrahamic faiths who worship Jehovah in one form or another. And I never punish people just for some harmless sex.

“Before you ask, I’ve stopped wondering why certain folks make or don’t make the celestial cut. It’s immaterial to me by now. Jehovah has his ways. I have mine. I can tell you that pagans and witches always end up with me, but that shouldn’t surprise you. I happen to like most of them and treat most of them very well. I just do my part and enjoy the power I have gained down there in my dark new home. It’s not as elitist as Heaven, with its strict and exclusive policies,” Satan asserted, though visible and audible only to Stephanie and me.

“Damn it, Erica, you’re so very tight, you know!” I told Erica as she thrust back at me with her delightful hips and buns.

Erica tried to say something, but it was muffled by her panties while I kept reaming her with a vengeance and even toyed with her butthole. My fingers probed deeper than I could even imagine as I kept thrusting in and out of Erica’s warm, wet pussy. That was when Steph returned and promptly knelt behind Erica to start licking her ass while I fingered it. Erica tried to scream through her panties, but nothing came out except for muffled sounds.

That was when I wrote down on the napkin, “Erica will move in with Stephanie and me and be our willing, enthusiastic sexual plaything for the rest of our days. She’ll be insatiable for both of us and eager to do any sex act that we demand of her. And whenever Declan visits, she’ll bend over to offer him sex on whatever furniture and in whatever position he desires.”

With that, I pushed even harder inside Erica while Stephanie stuck her tongue even further up her puckered ring. Sure enough, every fifth stroke inside Erica caused her to climax from the wonderful feeling of penetration. The intensity of the act left her knees weak and she moaned with satisfaction at her release. The way that Stephanie winked at me left no doubt of her intentions, just as Erica screamed aloud and collapsed and I erupted inside her slick, wet gash.

“Alright, Declan, your turn to fuck her! Give it to her good and hard!” I told my boss, who was all too happy to begin screwing the deli girl.

“Oh, fuck, this is ... amazing ... she feels very wet and ready! Nice and sloppy!” Declan exclaimed as he lined up and began screwing her from behind.