Chapter 24

My thousandth birthday,
Centuries later,
Warhammer Palace, Akron, Imperial Capital

“Ah, you brought more girls back home to us ... even a few boys! That will be a nice treat for all of us, I dare say!” Hannah licked her lips as Andi, Candy, and Randy all ate her out from pussy to ass.

Granted, this was the main source of pleasure for Randy at least, if not Andi, too. He was doomed to a life as a virtual eunuch, impotent until I decided to change that and I was in no hurry to undermine his mother’s wishes by changing that. My stepbrother/stepson, Randy wasn’t feminized like Andi, but he was Hannah’s bitch like her. He was her boy-toy, just as Andi was her sissy. Candy, of course, was one of my royal wives, a Princess by imperial edict no less.

By now, I had something like a thousand wives, six thousand concubines, and more paramours of both sexes than I could easily count. Each of my wives was either Empress, in the case of Hannah, High Priestess, in the case of Ursula, or Princess, in all other such cases. Many of my sons and daughters were among my paramours. Some were Princes and Princesses, some were Dukes and Duchesses, some were Counts and Countesses, some were Barons and Baronesses, but all were of high and exalted rank, all were treasured and valued by me.

And I was far from done, as witnessed by today. I observed a lot of things as I went out among my subjects, mind you, even as I indulged myself in lifting the skirts of cheerleaders and fucking several of them from behind in front of their teammates. For one thing, by now, no one wore spankies or panties underneath their skirts at all, least of all the cheerleading squad. For that matter, the cheerleaders were topless, too, wearing only their skirts, socks, and sneakers. The use of underwear had fallen into disuse, along with swimwear, over time, but now it was completely history.

Most of the audience in the bleachers were either nude or scantily clad, at most wearing such things as leotards due to the cold autumn weather or else just a sweater and socks, or simply leggings or pantyhose. Only a handful here or there covered their tops, and then only in the skimpiest fashion, exposing all but the nipples or something of that variety. Some guys and gals wore assless chaps, some wore strap-on dildoes with thigh harnesses, that sort of thing.

Another thing that I noticed was the vast disparity between the sexes. There were a lot fewer men than women and the ones who walked among them tended to look or be on the younger side. Old men were very thin on the ground these days. I instantly knew why, of course. So much sex in their lives, so many women and even other men demanding sex from them, and many men eventually wore themselves out trying to keep up.

It was also quite apparent that society was thoroughly liberated from the old social mores and values. Many of the old churches were either abandoned or else demolished and replaced. The old Mormon ward church that I visited that one time was now a gym, as many of the people kept themselves in very great shape in order to be proud of their naked or half-naked bodies. There were a lot of Sebastianist temples, of course, though they didn’t have the faith market totally cornered, since plenty of Jews still congregated at their synagogues. The old Methodist church that Norris once pastored was now a New Age shop and the former Baptist church was an adult toy boutique.

Another obvious thing was the ease of public displays of affection, or PDA. Men, women, lads, lasses, etc. often held hands, made out, fondled each other’s bodies, and held each other close. It was apparent that many of the couples, throuples, etc. were in some fashion related to each other, but hardly limited to that. I saw a tall, blonde guy with two Asian ladies who appeared to be sisters. All three were very touchy-feely with each other. I saw a hefty black man with two very plump brunettes who were likely mother and daughter to each other. They were just as free with their affections with each other.

“Like what you see? Look around you? Everyone is happy, prosperous, and yes, quite wanton in their physical pleasures. No one judges you for wanting to bed members of the same sex or another race or for having two wives or two husbands. This is the world that you built. Look at how clean the air is now, how much the global warming has retreated, though admittedly, we’re now in danger of a global chill. Your global tree replanting policy made that possible.

“The oceans did acidify for a little bit, but as you know, that process reversed itself, with maybe a little divine help. I didn’t want to deprive your subjects of fish as long as they ate it more sustainably. Your nuclear energy policy has allowed everyone to have plenty of energy without needing to burn fossil fuels at nearly the same rate. The world needed a firm, parental hand, if you will, to guide it back to sanity. Your hand, my dear man!” Basil spoke to me with pride in my achievements and the world that I established.

This was my handiwork, this civilization, far more enlightened than its predecessors. A UBI allowed every man and woman to survive without desperation as in the past. People now regarded mere birth and existence as reason enough to have enough sustenance to live. The population growth had slowed and even reversed itself over time, due to the sheer number of men who had died off without being replaced at the same rate. It was now somewhat stable, at about half or less of the previous population ... three and a half billion.

That was when I witnessed three men and a woman getting it on in public. The woman was naked except for a chain that bound her ankle to an old parking meter. She eagerly sucked one of the men while another man was underneath her, fucking her slick and glistening twat. The third man was up her ass, of course, screwing her with abandon as she winked at me upon seeing me walk by her. She obviously craved this attention and made no attempt to hide it. Nor did anyone audibly protest or object to her taking on three men at once in broad daylight.

I stopped and watched things unfold as the man inside her ass, who was black like herself, emptied his load in her colon and left a trail of jizz down her crack. Seeing my opportunity, I slid into her bottom from behind, using his spunk as lube for the act. This was far too good of a woman to lose to old age and death. The man who just used her butt grinned as he watched me pound this lady to my heart’s content and hers. She eagerly pushed back at me with her hips and buns, craving more of my imperial rod inside her booty.

Just then, the man inside her throat erupted and left her a great load to swallow, which she gladly ingested. Then he stood to watch as his companion erupted inside her gash and left his own creampie there. I just kept driving inside her luscious bum, pounding her posterior with such force that she gasped with every stroke inside her rump. I rubbed her delightful glutes as she took me deeper, balls deep at last. She grunted and groaned, but also bucked even harder to welcome me to use her backdoor. I also playfully bit her neck as she tightened up on me.

“Imperial ... Majesty ... am I yours? Can my family move in with you, too?” the woman inquired as I kept ravaging her tush.

“Sure, but you won’t be alone in moving in with me,” I warned the girl, “what’s your name, honey?”

“Sappho. Yeah, that was a deliberate name. Mom’s name is Salome, so they have a long tradition of S names among the ladies of the family. The white man is actually my father, or at least my mother’s husband. We don’t actually know the paternity for sure, since nobody is anxious to test for it. Mom’s been screwing Daddy and Uncle Corlys for years and added my cousin Casper here some time ago.

“Again, we’re not sure of paternity, and Casper got his name because he’s rather pale for someone with a black father. It’s been kind of a running joke, but yeah, Aunt Sabrina, Mom, Uncle Corlys, and Daddy have been a thing for decades. Only lately have they added the younger generation. I have two more sisters and two female cousins as well. They also want Casper to marry all of us girls ... would that be possible if we live with you in the palace?” the young lady explained as I admired her cheeks and spilled my load at last inside her tush.