Chapter 25

My Thousandth Birthday,
The Warhammer Palace, Akron, Imperial Capital

“So, you’re leaving ... and taking many of us with you, but not all of us. So ... we have to choose who goes with you ... or rather you do. All I have to ask is ... please fucking take me, okay? I’ve gotta be one of them! Also, please restore Randy’s potency, whether he comes with us or not. He’s been punished long enough and then some. I had a lot of fun at his expense, but he shouldn’t have to spend eternity as a virtual eunuch,” Hannah begged me, clearly not eager to stay home without me.

“Done! Randy, come here!” I commanded my stepbrother, “brother, before I restore your potency, do you plan to come along? Or wish to? I think that your mother wishes to make amends with you, if you’re open to that, but she can’t fully do so if you don’t join us.”

“I ... I will gladly tag along, even without my balls restored. I resent being impotent, yes, but I still love Mom and ... well, I’m kinda addicted to the taste of her pussy and ass. And her tits, too, since I’m being frank. And sucking her toes, for that matter! And kissing the backs of her knees. Basically, I’m hooked on licking and sucking on Mom! And the others, of course. Including Candy and Andi ... and I’m hooked on bending over for your cock and her strap-on dildo,” Randy blushed as he confessed his attachment to the apron strings of his sweet mother.

“Well done! You shall join us in the new world ... as an intact man at last! And celebrate by fucking your mother here and now! In front of us all! Join the international brotherhood of motherfuckers! It’s a great club! You’ll love it!” I slapped Randy on the tush as I now offered Andi a spot with my gestures.

Her response was short and simple, “I’m a sissy. I live for it. Oh, don’t restore my potency. I’m a sissy. My sex life is all about serving others in a submissive role ... as feminine a guise as possible. I live to serve, submit, and obey.”

“Three down, more to go. Many more. Naturally, my Empress shall join me, of course. As shall Ursula, I hope. Am I right or not?” I invited my High Priestess to spend eternity with me in another place.

“Always. I’m your bitch and you fucking know it, babe!” Ursula winked at me as she planted a fierce kiss on me at the same time as Hannah.

It quickly turned into a triple kiss, all three of us locking lips and tangling our tongues together. Well, that settled that. I knew at least four in my old inner circle who would join me in the new life, not counting those among my newer companions. How many others, how many of my wives, concubines, paramours, bastards, etc. would join me in the new colony? How many would stay behind? Decisions, decisions!

“You’re not going anywhere without me!” Janine rushed at me, followed closely by Candy, Melanie, and Melissa.

“If Randy and Andi go somewhere, so do I ... not to mention that I’m pregnant to you ... again!” Candy smiled as she embraced me now.

“Are you sure that it’s mine?” I teased Candy, knowing full well that she went out of her way to guarantee that.

“You know it, bro! You’re my brother, my husband, and my lord! I could never live without you!” Candy finally admitted, just before Melanie and Melissa surrounded me.

“You’re stuck with us, too!” the twins announced.

“And with me!” Lisa threw herself into my arms.

Each of these ladies kissed me very hungrily, over and over again. They were quickly joined by plenty of others, such as Petra, Sonja, Anders, Karissa, Tricia, as well as many of my celebrity ladies. Notably, Jennifer Aniston and two of her daughters by me opted to join me in the new world. Yes, you guessed it. The oldest daughter, Joanna, and the youngest, Arsinoe. My sweet Miranda Kerr and three of our daughters and one son. Then there were Natalie Portman and Anastassia Obregon and eight of their daughters and two sons. Those two ladies were a package deal, a legacy of that first incident on my eighteenth birthday.

“So, you’re coming, too, then,” I laughed as Natalie and Anastassia kissed me ardently on the mouth.

“God, yes! You’ve gotta have some Jews in this new world of yours, you know,” Natalie teased me, muttering something else in her native Hebrew.

“I heard that, my luscious Israelite bride!” I declared.

“Bride?” Natalie asked me.

“Yes, any woman who comes with me now gets to be my official wife. It is the final sign of your true loyalty and more than deserves a promotion as a reward. Of course, the inverse is also true. Any wife who stays behind gets an automatic divorce, not that she’d likely mind that much if she’s staying here. Sometimes, people fall out of love, after all. What say you? Any other takers?” I announced, causing a real stir among my court about this news.

“You’re gonna have a helluva lot of wives, then! Most of your colony will be wives of yours! Daughters get to be wives, too, right? And sons get to be husbands?” Naomi Watts commented, “count me in, darling! I crowned you with those flowers ages ago. I made my choice a long time past. I’m yours. What do you say?”

“Works for me, honey hair!” I used one of my pet names for her.

“What about me?” our youngest daughter, Penelope Watts, all of fifteen, threw herself into my arms.