Chapter 3

“I’d said it before and meant it: Alive or undead, the love of my life was a badass.” ― Richelle Mead, Blood Promise

“Even the darkest night will end and the sun will rise.” ― Victor Hugo, Les Misérables

“There is no real ending. It’s just the place where you stop the story.” ― Frank Herbert

“Monogamy? That’s for people with tiny hearts and not enough room without overcrowding them.” - Aunt Lilith

Six months later...

“Oh, yikes, there goes Moscow, doesn’t it?” Maurice Koenig blurted as he watched the destruction of the Russian capital live on TV from his office ... the Mayor’s office in Paris.

“At least Paris is safe with you as Mayor, husband,” Clothilde, his reconciled wife, remarked, ignoring the slight kick in her belly from their unborn daughter.

“Of course it is! While Jehovah and Belial are negotiating whatever settlement they can, and while Jehovah continues to throw tantrums as a way to gain leverage in these talks, he knows better than to destroy a city containing an archangel ... all that would do is cause more angels to want to defect from his ranks. He’d be toast then. Surely, he’s already laid Stockholm, Ottawa, Bangkok, Beijing, and now Moscow waste ... did I miss any place? But ... yeah, Paris ... not gonna happen while we ... or rather you live here ... and I haunt here ... and Lilith likes to hang out here a lot,” Ursula remarked while using Monique’s body.

The fact that Maurice was inside his own daughter’s snatch from behind, fucking her as he watched the news, well, that was no great surprise. Monique had been madly in love with her own father for years. When Ursula invaded her body and mind, she quickly discovered this fact and used it to convince the girl to commit incest with her old man. It was an amazing affair, and by now, Monique was pregnant by her father, too.

“I still love the fact that you two are both pregnant by the same man, husband to one of you, father to the other. That’s an amazing, sensual situation, wouldn’t you say? I mean, come on, mother and daughter are both pregnant to the same man ... and he just happens to be the daughter’s father ... sweet!” Lilith winked at them as she looked at the lists displayed on the news on TV of the cities destroyed by fire and brimstone of late.

“It is a phenomenon, no doubt of that. So, my dear auntie, what’s your latest plan, if I might dare to ask?” Maurice inquired, just as his secretary entered the spacious office.

That she didn’t even glance at what Maurice did with his daughter, but put her lips on Clothilde’s to make out with her for a second was a microcosm of all of Maurice’s affairs these days. Of course, her own swollen belly was also due to Maurice, so she felt a growing bond with the wife, that much Aimee knew for certain. When she finally looked over and saw Monique’s backside, she knelt and parted the cheeks to lick her anus for a moment. She licked her lips and then kissed Maurice, followed by Lilith, as if to remind them of the sweetness of the teenage girl’s ass.

“Delicious derriere your daughter has there!” Aimee Magnier announced before kissing the girl herself to assure her of that fact.

“Oui, my bottom is pretty sweet, isn’t it?” Monique told her father’s secretary, kissing him with considerable tongue, very pleased that she was also pregnant by him, “if Maman is pregnant to Papa, and I am, and you are, that makes three half-angelic spawn, doesn’t it? Talk about your eugenics, oui? Few things will advance human evolution more than the addition of angelic genes, oui?”