Chapter 22

Two hundred years later...
Warhammer Palace,
Akron, Imperial Capital

“Oh, fucking, God, Janine, do you have to lick my bum so well?” Miranda Kerr asked while I plowed her good and hard on the same bed and Janine indeed tongued her anus as she craved it.

“I think that it’s safe to say that she does. She couldn’t help herself any more than I could. I don’t know why you keep asking her that question after two centuries of physical intimacy with her. With all of us, of course. Besides, you rim her just as enthusiastically and you know it, hon. We all eat each other’s arses and genitals to our heart’s content, quite naturally.

“Face it, babe. We’re lovers. You’re all in my harem and you’ve all made your peace with that fact, truth be told. We’ve been lovers for more than two hundred years now. We know each other’s bodies and souls inside and out, as well we should by now. You’ve been living with us since Evan’s death, in fact. We’ve treated you rather well, too, I believe,” I reminded Miranda as I pounded her cunt with renewed vigor.

I also admired her delicious Australian bottom, even without its old tan lines now that she regularly sunbathed in the nude, as I rogered her well and good. She was a very nice contrast at times to her fellow Aussies like Nicole Kidman, who was pale as a ghost at times. Both ladies were quite delectable in their own fashion, and they often licked each other’s various holes for sheer erotic gratification. Then again, practically everyone in my inner circle aged at least fourteen was intimate in every possible way with each other.

For instance, Miranda’s and my twenty-one daughters and fourteen sons, a total of thirty-five children together, were all sexually involved with each other and with their mother and me. They also fucked the other ladies and gents of the imperial court with basically no scruples, limits, or inhibitions whatsoever, including the many celebrities who had moved into the palace complex a long time ago. None of the female celebrities or their spawn had aged a day, though the male ones died off a while back.

For instance, Natalie Portman even now stared at me eagerly, awaiting her turn at my cock with a lustful hunger that could scarcely conceal itself. She wasn’t alone, either. Anastassia and she had married each other when Benjamin died and hadn’t looked back in the least. They were happily wed, even if they missed Ben even now. They also ogled Janine, who was famous in the harem for the fact that she never refused anyone who joined her in bed.

“Wow, two hundred and forty-two years old and you are still the same horny little minx that I liberated from her moral prison back in the 21st century! Still a ravishing goddess, of course, especially with those curls of yours, you know. You still seem to enjoy bottle play, too!” I teased Natalie while still pronging Miranda good and rough.

“Not to mention that she’s a grandmother, great-grandmother, and great-great grandmother by now! Just like me. Just like Anastassia, too. How many naked and half-naked adolescent brats roam the various corridors and halls of the Warhammer Palace, chasing each other to fuck each other silly, not even worrying about familial ties as they have their way with each other? Talk about having your old worldview shaken, stirred, stomped on, and tossed out the window, eh?” Janine spoke up at last.

“How nice of you to rub it in. Just for that, you can stick your tongue all the way up my butthole!” Natalie told her with a middle finger.

Even now, after two centuries or so, despite renouncing her previous views about adolescent sexuality, Natalie was a bit touchy about my vindication on that issue. She had learned to accept that she was wrong, yes, but she was never happy to need to admit as much. After all, she was a public figure who built up a reputation as an advocate for the infantilization of adolescents on these issues and it still stung to be discredited about it. It hurt her pride and public persona to have to recant, in essence, her prior dogmatism on the controversy.