Chapter 54

“It’s good-bye. But we lean forward to the next crazy venture beneath the skies” ― Jack Kerouac, On the Road

1735 hours, local time
Monday, 9 March, 2015
Schweitzer Mountain
Sandpoint, Idaho

“I’m profoundly relieved that we got the communications link started from Billings to Bismarck prior to our departure, even if it delayed our arrival here. So, now there is a link of sorts, however limited, between Billings, Bismarck, and Rapid City. Now we need to establish such a link between Billings and here in Sandpoint, along with additional links to Helena, Montana, and then to Dubuque, Iowa. It is an important part of our legacy here in the West,” Charles told his tribe and his new hosts at the reception supper, the latter being led by the angel and former teenage actress Sydney Sweeney.

“Well, this is now the capital of the Province of North Idaho. I’ve been its interim Governor, even though I’m an angel of Heaven. This is certainly a great spot for this end of the comms link network. You’re to be congratulated for your role in creating the comms link. Apparently, there is also such a link between Burlington and Colorado Springs in Colorado, Wichita, Kansas, and the various Havenite communities in Missouri, especially St. Louis. While they are isolated, the comms links help to cooperate and coordinate between such cities,” Sydney replied with a kind of confidence that could only have come from her exaltation to such a celestial status.

“So, you were what, sixteen when you died? That must have been heady wine for a teenage girl, becoming an angel and then taking on such a job, not that I mind. God knows what He’s doing, or at least this God does. I can’t speak to His even more famous predecessor. We’ve already seen that He omitted any mention of His former consort, Asherah. In any case, how has it been for you, governing such a province? How many of your advisers are angels, too?” the Prophet asked her now.

“Fifteen, actually. My birthday is the 12th of September. Yes, the day after 9/11. Oh, I do have a few angels with me to aid me at times, but it’s mostly local, human advisers who know the area. It’s not bad, but being an angel tends to help. I don’t require sleep, for instance, which frees up a lot of time. Admittedly, I spend a significant amount of that time fucking around ... literally.

“I’m looking forward to taking you to bed, for instance, as well as the men, women, and futanari of your tribe. You’ve fucked an angel before. You know what that’s like, right? I love having sex as one. But it’s not all play, alas, even useful play like that. It’s a lot of work, too. Being an angel and not having so many human needs is very helpful there. I also fuck my family, but that’s a given, right?” Sydney made it clear that she wanted sexual congress with Charles Tremaine and company.

She had already slept with God, with several prominent angels, including archangels, with the Lawgiver, with the Prophet Adam Clarke, with all of the members of their harems, etc. She had been intimate with men, women, futanari, teenagers of all sexes, etc. She had definitely been quite promiscuous in terms of screwing the locals. It definitely added to her popularity with the local citizens. It was difficult to resist the charms of a drop-dead gorgeous celestial being who still resembled the adolescent beauty that she was when she perished. Her constant nudity didn’t hurt, either. Sydney never bothered to wear clothes anymore, even in the coldest part of winter, since the elements could no longer harm her.

“Well, you’re direct. No doubt that is part of your charm. Of course, you also have two fine charms above the waist and another two below it. I’m speaking frankly here, since you seem to appreciate that. I’m speaking of your breasts and buttocks. They are quite charming indeed. Do you want me to fuck you now? I can certainly do that and get it out of the way, if you wish,” Charles told Sydney, who didn’t even hesitate to bend over the nearest piece of furniture for him.

“By the way, I’m pregnant, but that’s not an issue, I think. Don’t worry about paternity. Obviously, it’s not yours, though I could add one from you in the future. I got all eternity to get bred by any man or futa or lad or whatever who pleases me, and you ... definitely ... please me! I also like spending time at Sandpoint High School now and then and letting the teachers and students of all sexes do whatever they wish to me. They do a lot to it, much to my satisfaction and theirs.

“There have been times when I bent over cafeteria and library tables and let rows of students have their way with me. I’ve walked the halls of Sandpoint with so much jizz leaking from my holes that it made the floors slick and they had to be cleaned up. I’ve eaten out every fucking cheerleader, majorette, volleyball player, softball player, etc. I’ve especially enjoyed rimming them. That’s a lot of fun! I also gave them hand bras and had them give me some at times,” Sydney took special delight in being railed by the Prophet as he pounded her harder than ever.