Chapter 32

“There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,
There is a rapture on the lonely shore,
There is society, where none intrudes,
By the deep sea, and music in its roar:
I love not man the less, but Nature more”
― Lord Byron

0745 hours, local time,
Friday, 2 January, 2015
Charles Tremaine Student Hall (Dormitory)
The University of Toledo
Toledo, OH

It still took Charles a bit of time to adjust to just how different the survivors’ community was in Toledo. It wasn’t just the ubiquitous presence of demons, all of them naked, horny (literally!), and shockingly friendly. That would have been enough, of course. Just seeing a bunch of bare-ass demons, mostly incubi and succubi, was quite a trip. There had been a few here or there along the road, but they hadn’t been on it long enough to see too many, plus the various survivor communities were a bit isolated by the breakdown in infrastructure.

No, what really caught Charles’s attention was the degree to which people lived quite so communally, with only certain locations used as residences. Then again, Toledo’s old population had gone from more than a quarter of a million people in the city limits to less than thirty thousand people, roughly half of them demons. It was a roughly ninety something percent loss of inhabitants, and no one could be sure how many died versus simply fled. Those demons who had eaten humans were of a different sort than these sex fiends, and when they ate their victims, they left nothing but bones. All of the flesh was stripped off said bones and the bones were scattered everywhere. A full accounting would be impossible.

Ohio had truly suffered the worst depopulation of any former state of the now defunct Union. It wasn’t even close. They would need all of these incubi and succubi just to help repopulate, and naturally the result would be a hybrid population that would be far different from most places in North America. One could definitely get the sense that the Buckeye State’s culture would be unique here. For one thing, executions were done by simply throwing the condemned to his demonic neighbors, and they always made short work of him or her. Sure, it wasn’t the practice of sex fiends to feast upon human flesh as a general rule, but if they were hungry enough, they would. The screams were horrifying, too. They were plenty to deter murderers, rapists, and such.

In any case, only large, communal spaces seemed to exist, and there, well, privacy was largely abandoned. Hell, any pretense of it was truly gone. Modesty was out the window, which Charles didn’t mind, of course. People just walked around each other in whatever state of dress or, more often, undress, happened to suit their mood. It was winter right then, so this was less extreme than it was likely to be in the summertime, but it was still quite noteworthy, especially indoors. There, all restraints and constraints were gone, or so it felt, not that Charles and his tribe minded. It was just something of a culture shock. In places like the old college dorms, with the school being closed for now, everyone showered, shaved, and did other things in full view of each other.

“Hey, there. I’m Sabrina. This is my sister, Selene. We’re twins,” a pair of platinum blonde cuties who looked to be the age when they should be at university approached Charles out of the blue in the showers on this, his second day in Toledo.

“Hey. I’m Charles. This is my wife, my first wife, that is. Justine,” Charles chuckled at his own awkwardness, after having bedded so many ladies of late.

“So, like, are all of these ladies and gents married to you ... both of you, then?” Selene asked for her part, clearly curious.

“Yes, indeed. We have a group marriage. Everyone is ... intimate with everyone else ... of age, that is. Fourteen and up, no younger,” Justine answered at last, sparing her beloved first hubby.

“Sweet! So, if you guys want to fuck us ... and do other things, be our guests. We completely won’t resist or anything. We’ll gladly spread our legs ... and our cheeks, for you guys. For cock, tongue, fingers, etc. I’m afraid that we’re as slutty as they get. Just have your way with us. We can’t promise not to climb into bed with you, anyway. Both of you ... and your whole fucking tribe,” Sabrina warned the Tremaines with a playful snicker.

“We’re eighteen, in case you wondered. Well, eighteen years and five months. We were born in July. Yes, we intended to go here for college, but things didn’t pan out that way. Still, we’ve learned a thing or two in this crazy, hairy, hectic, wild world in which we find ourselves. I must confess that we ... do things with each other, too. We got horny at times when hiding out from the man-eating demons, after all. There was a lot of flesh eaten, but thankfully not in a way that ... destroyed it. I especially love the taste of Sabrina’s ass, of course,” Selene admitted now quite openly.

“The feeling is mutual, of course. You have such a sweet, sweet ass. I could lick that booty all night long! I could have it for fucking dessert! Sorry if this ... in any way offends you. We’ve become insatiable these days. You probably don’t mind, though, right? I mean, if you have multiple partners already, you must be pretty hip, right? You’d be cool with breeding us, right? We really want to be knocked up!” Sabrina confessed that she absolutely was gunning for Charles to put a bun in her oven.

“So, you guys all live communally, huh? Charles, honey, will you do me a favor and fuck them, so they’ll shut up about that ... I’d like to be able to converse with them, and the sooner they get preggers, the easier it will be. Here, you know how much I love to rim ladies. I’ll be happy to pitch in here,” Justine encouraged Charles, who grinned as he slid into Sabrina and Selene in turns under the hot water jets.

Justine naturally was as good as her word, spreading cheeks and diving in with her tongue to enjoy the sweetness of both twins back there. They tasted even better with the water droplets on their skin, including along the cracks of their bottoms. The way that others looked at them, of course, it was clear that it wasn’t likely to end with the twins. In fact, a random guy in the showers approached Justine and grabbed her hips to insert himself inside her dripping wet snatch from behind in the shower. It was something truly intense, even for them, the way that this complete stranger began actively humping Justine, but she relaxed and focused on licking butts while the man hit her from the back.

“Do you like Daddy’s cock in your twat, Justine? He’s pretty well-hung, ain’t he, not that Charles ain’t, too. Oh, fuck ... I’m gonna miss his prick inside me, though we still have Daddy’s. Yes, that’s our father plowing you like that! Yummy! I love swapping partners. Yes, our father is our main squeeze these days. Can you blame us? He makes Mom incredibly happy ... and us. She’s our sister-wife nowadays as well as our mother,” Sabrina declared.

“And, yes, almost everyone lives communally these days. We need to pool our resources, after all, this makes that easier. Plus, it encourages a much faster rate of procreation, wouldn’t you say? Daddy lays a lot of pipe with horny women ... and succubi, just as plenty of guys do with us. Well, guys and incubi, of course. The only caveat is that we might already be pregnant. It’s fun to keep trying, especially just in case. Mom pulled a train on New Year’s Eve, and boy was that fun to watch! Six men and six incubi inside her, in rapid turns, of course,” Selene added.

“Yes, I love the idea of our families blending together a bit. I’m their mother, Sandra. My hubby, Lionel, he’s the one putting the screws to you ... oh, fuck, honey, don’t forget that I want my turn with both you ... and Charles ... and the others, of course! Who are some of your other partners? I think that I’ve spotted them around,” the equally blonde MILF in the shower eyed Charles’s tush like it was a ribeye steak and she was a rancher.