Chapter 15

“So, do you work today, Audrey?” I inquired of the luscious bank teller as we all sat down for breakfast together.

“No, I’m off today. Sunday and Monday, that’s my weekend, Master. Why do you ask?” my petite Creole maitresse, as I called her, answered rather playfully.

“I was thinking of when we should ask out ... certain folks. Silvio, Henri, Claire, Marilou, Cliff, etc. Just as I was thinking about Sandy and Michelle for Uncle Hiram, Charlie and Daisy for Kara, etc. Mindy and Natalie for Uncle Spiro and Aunt Sophia. That kind of thing. Hildegaard, those Mormon boys, etc. Mrs. Erin Campbell,” I rattled off some names, being quite eager to expand things as Baal and Ashtaroth instructed us.

Wait, where were they, anyway? Did they already leave? Well, that would make sense, wouldn’t it? They were Canaanite Gods who had just vanquished their ancient enemy, Jehovah. They likely had a lot of work to do undoing the great harm that he inflicted upon civilization and the world itself. There was no doubt that Jehovah had been a malevolent force in the Cosmos and his demise was ultimately to the benefit of all. Polytheistic traditions were infinitely better than monotheistic ones, anyway.

Particularly fertility cults, for obvious reasons.

“There’d be some ... mixing and matching there, I hope,” Damien suggested.

“Naturally,” I chuckled, “Let’s not forget Courtney, Teresa, Rani’s parents, and Luke, of course. And Dean. And Henri’s wife. What was her name again?”

“Francoise, I believe,” Mom reminded me, “he’s your friend, too. I’m surprised that you forgot.”

“Only because I’ve had so much on my plate these days. Something was bound to slip,” I made a sensible excuse, which might even be true.

“I bet that you’ll remember her name after you make her scream yours in bed, bro!” Kara winked at me now.

“That sounds like a capital idea!” Dad chuckled.

“Indeed it does!” Aunt Janine licked her lips.

“If she’s who I think, I would love a piece of that sweet ass!” Aunt Erica confessed next, even as she played footsie with me.

“Face it, stud ... you’re gonna have to get used to remembering the names of many women ... and men, of course. So many fucking lovers, you know!” Josie observed while running her soft hands along my arm.

“What about Mami, Papi, Tio Pedro, Tio Tomas, our sister Rosa, Tia Veronica, and Tia Liz. That’s Spanish for aunt and uncle, of course. ‘Tio’ means uncle and ‘tia’ means aunt. Anyway, you don’t want to forget them, right?” Corazon proposed.

“What she said!” Isabel backed her sister up.

“While we’re discussing things, I wish to make it clear that Tyler has indicated that he doesn’t wish to Top guys anymore. At all. So that will only be imposed upon him as a punishment or in rare cases when there is no alternative. He’s my thrall and I’m not joking here. Ethan, you want to get it on with Tyler, you’d best be willing to Top him every time,” Kara announced now.

“Sounds good to me, Mistress. I really dig his ass, I must say,” Ethan blushed, but didn’t deny his true inclinations.

“Yeah, I can tell! It’s cute, sexy, even ... the way you two boys carry on with each other. Talk about kissing cousins! It’s smoking hot, but then I’m a bi girl and I find every possible gender combination extremely appealing! Men with men, women with women, men with women, men with women with men, women with men with women, etc. You name it, it makes me fucking wet!” Kara freely acknowledged her wide range of tastes and appetites.

Well, more or less everyone was now basically bisexual ... and hypersexual, to boot. When one added the incense, which I had yet to use, well, things could get very wild indeed ... and fast. Plus, each of the thralls, acolytes ... and Kara and I were immortal and recharged a bit easier than we used to do. We were all destined to fuck like jackrabbits, that much was pretty clear by now.

That was even truer when one realized that the incest, adolescence, and power imbalance taboos were toast as well. That was for the best in my book. Too many hang-ups had overcomplicated human sexuality in my lifetime. I was tired of those nimrods who preached conformity with only their own sexual preferences and inhibitions while dressing their personal squicks and wishes as “morality” or “ethics.” That was true of feminists and fundamentalists alike.

Fourteen was the new eighteen and I fully intended to keep it that way. Those old age of consent laws were about to come tumbling down like the mythical walls of fucking Jericho and not a moment too soon. So were many other absurd human laws, customs, and social norms about sex. I was the high priest of Baal, a fertility God, and I had far different priorities, as well I should! Too much of modern and postmodern morality was rooted in those stupid Abrahamic and Fourth Wave dogmas.

I was interrupted in my thoughts by the way that Aunt Erica planted her ass on my lap and didn’t wait for my response before feeding me my breakfast. The biscuits and sausage gravy, with fried over easy eggs, bacon, and grits, well, what was there to say? It went down very well with the coffee and cream that was spiked with amaretto in our cases. That wasn’t even counting the somewhat pulpy, freshly squeezed orange juice. Hey, I was a Southerner and I never pretended otherwise, Middle Eastern ancestors notwithstanding.

“Someone’s frisky, are we, Auntie?” I teased Aunt Erica, who snickered as she blew a kiss to her husband, Uncle Hiram ... and Aunt Cherise, who sat on his lap.

“So sue me ... or better yet, screw me! You’re one of my two favorite men alive! The other man is my hubby, of course! You can guess who my favorite woman is,” Aunt Erica winked at the lovely ginger widow Aunt Cherise, my father’s elder sister.

“I think that I might need to fan myself or something,” Aunt Cherise blushed scarlet.

“Face it, Auntie ... your new sister-wife has the hots for you ... and she’s not alone, you yummy ginger snap!” I reached over to kiss my redhead aunt very hard on the lips.

“Well, my sister has always been a delicious dish, no doubt of that!” Dad confessed his own lust for Aunt Cherise.

“I always had the feeling that she was undersexed with Gerard, too, and that puzzled me. Who wouldn’t want to fuck her into next year? And why the fuck didn’t she have another baby by him? Then again, a number of us only had the one brat ... probably due to all of the anal, oral, and contraceptives. It certainly wasn’t from the lack of pussy pounding!” Aunt Nina snickered at that point.

“I guess that I should have guessed that my sister’s husband was a bit odd, shouldn’t I?” Aunt Sophia agreed rather readily, “because I lusted for her plenty and society apparently taught me that I shouldn’t!”

“Well, all of my aunties are very easy on the eyes and sexy to boot, I won’t lie. So’s Mom, for that matter!” I grinned while it was Mom’s turn to blush crimson.

“God, yes ... why do you think that I put up with the stupid condom crap for so long ... well, that and I had an outlet with Janine!” Dad teased both of the women that he bred.

“Why do you think that I strayed so easily from the marriage bed with her?” Uncle Ray shrugged.

“Why do you think that I found it so damn easy to forgive and understand, honey? Besides the obvious other reasons that have already come up!” Aunt Nina asked him with a kiss, “Jackie’s a babe, no two ways around it ... and so is her cute fucking sister!”

“You’re not so bad yourself,” I did a Groucho Marx impression right then that had the right icebreaking effect while Aunt Erica mounted my cock.

“Sorry, Master, but I can’t ... help myself any longer ... I have to ... have this inside me!” my sexy blonde aunt declared as she slid up and down my prick.

“You won’t get any complaints from me, as long as you put some more food in your belly while I’m fucking you, sweet cheeks!” I reassured Aunt Erica while my hands fondled her awesome booty, even playing with her puckered ring.

“Master really cares a lot for us, doesn’t he? He’s an amazing guy!” Audrey bragged on me and blew me a kiss.

“All I know is that I’m his bitch, and frankly, so are all of us ... as we should be,” Kara asserted now, “men and women alike.”

“Here, here!” Ashley and Trina shouted in unison while feeling each other up.

“Mistress is quite correct, as always,” Steve quickly agreed with my sister, his fiancee who also had him literally enthralled.

“Oh, Gods, yes!” Chloe shouted.

“Fuckin’ A!” Zoe added with considerable zeal.

“So ... about my ... father?” Ethan chose to change the subject for some reason.

“Your ... birth father? He was killed by Gerard so that he could get him out of the way. I didn’t realize that until ... very recently, but it’s clearly true. Your father was a good man. Not perfect, but good. His death was always a little weird, anyway. So soon after the honeymoon, no less! I still wondered for a long time how Gerard overcame my guilt and grief ... but hey, he was an angel. That explains it very much!” Aunt Cherise elaborated, even as she ate her breakfast and intentionally ground her ass against Uncle Hiram’s cock.

“Oh, and your husband wasn’t the father of Ethan, I hate to have to tell you. Gerard raped you during your honeymoon, so he wasn’t a posthumous spawn of Roger Aston at all. He was sired upon you by your second husband ... and your rapist, Gerard, whose true name was Seraphiel. He did this during your slumber, of course, and led you to believe that Ethan was Roger’s instead of being one of the Nephilim. The last of the Nephilim.