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This is a revised version of the story that I published on Smashword starting back in 2014. It is rewritten with much-added material. However, I did have to age up some of the characters so no one is underage in this version.

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Sunday, June 10th, 2074 – Queenie Glassner – Ashland, OR

I woke up on the outside of the bed. Sleeping in the tent with three others was an interesting, and fun, experience. Rex, Reina, Sarah, and I were constantly squirming about. You never knew where you were going to end up. My big boobs were pressed up against Reina’s naked, brown back. I nuzzled at her hair for a second before I felt something poking my butt.

I reached back and found the curious object Reina had found in an abandoned house in Ashland yesterday. Chase called it a strap-on dildo. “They were all the rage,” Chase had explained before giggling wickedly. “Every woman owned at least that one sex toy so she could make love to her wives or girlfriends.”

Reina had taken to using it with gusto. She’d strapped it on last night and fucked both Sarah and myself. Rex had joined in. Having the hard dildo fucking my ass while Rex fucked my pussy was a wonderful experience.

My pussy grew wet thinking about it. We weren’t supposed to fool around in the morning so we could get started on the road, but I couldn’t resist the delight. I grabbed the pink dildo and the black, leather harness. I slipped my feet through it and worked it up my thighs. The dildo bobbed as I strapped it into place.

I giggled, adjusting it so its base pressed on my clit.

“I have a cock,” I purred, stroking the dildo like Rex jerked off his dick. I giggled at the wicked thought, my big tits jiggling.

Reina’s sexy ass faced me. She had a gorgeous butt that just begged to be played with. Smiling, I shoved my hands between my thighs and fingered my dripping pussy. My cream coated my digits. When they were nice and soaked, I rubbed my juices onto the hard shaft. I kept doing it until the fake cock gleamed.

I grinned in excitement.

I rolled over on my side and cuddled back up to Reina. My large breasts pressed into her back as I stroked her side. She squirmed at the ticklish contact. I heard her groan and knew she rose out of sleep. That excited me, my pussy itching.

“Good morning,” she muttered sleepily, shifting.

I kissed her neck. “Yes, it is,” I purred as I pushed the tip of the dildo between her butt-cheeks. I shuddered as the base pressed on my clit. I found her asshole as she squirmed. “Such a wonderful morning.”

“Wait, is that—”

I thrust.

She gasped as my dildo penetrated her asshole. I could feel how tight she was by how hard it was to press the fake cock forward. I groaned, thrusting harder. The pressure on my clit was incredible. Pleasure sparked through me.

I shuddered as I pushed the dildo deeper and deeper. Reina gasped loudly as she bucked against me, her back rubbing into my nipples. I loved how she squirmed in my arms. She whimpered, moaned, then gasped when I bottomed out inside her.

“You saucy minx,” panted Reina. “Fucking my ass while I’m waking up.”

I giggled and hugged her tight. “I knew you’d love it, wife of mine.”

“You know me so well,” she moaned.

“She does like it, “Rex said.

He sat up, a boyish grin on his handsome face. His blue eyes shone as I humped away at our wife’s ass. Rex pushed aside the blanket, revealing his and Sarah’s naked bodies. She was pressed up on his other side, her ivory body wrapped around Rex’s muscular, brown form.

My husband was a sexy man.

I pumped faster at Reina’s asshole, savoring the pressure on my clit. The base massaged my bud as I pounded her bowels. I licked my lips, savoring this delight. My pussy grew hotter, wetter. My nipples throbbed as they rubbed into Reina’s back.

She let out another moan, and then her hips humped back into my thrusts. I shuddered at the increased pressure on my clit. The strap-on dildo did such naughty things to my little bud. It teased me, made me shudder. I groaned, thrusting hard and faster into Reina’s asshole.

“Oh, my god, that’s nice,” Reina moaned.

Sarah moaned as she stirred. “What’s going on over here?”

“Queenie’s having fun with the strap-on,” Rex said.

“She’s fucking my asshole hard!” Reina moaned.

Sarah smiled as she brushed back her brown hair. Heat burned in her eyes. That Glassner blood seemed to make all Mark’s children as horny as a pack of goats. I’d heard Chase pondered if her father’s wish for sexual stamina had been passed on to her and her siblings.

Being married to three Glassners could be so exhausting, but I wouldn’t give it up for the world.

I thrust harder at Reina’s asshole. My pussy grew wetter and wetter. The pleasure from the dildo teased me. It was such a delight. I groaned, hugging her tight. I slammed my hips forward, my crotch smacking into her rump.

“Fuck my ass,” panted Reina. “Work that dildo in and out of me.”

Rex grinned. “She loves it up the ass. She’s an anal slut.”

“Aren’t all your wives, husband of mine?” I moaned, sparks of pleasure shuddering through me. My own ass clenched every time I drove the strap-on into Reina’s bowels.

“I am,” Sarah purred in agreement.

“So you want to be fucked up the ass?” Rex asked Sarah.

She nodded.

Sarah squealed as Rex seized her in his arms and rolled her over his body so they lay facing Reina, Rex spooning Sarah. The two sisters seized hands and kissed. I watched Reina and Sarah’s lips working together as I thrust harder.

Sarah whimpered as Rex moved behind her. He looked like he was fucking her. Pleasure crossed his face as he pumped away at her. He lifted Sarah’s pale thigh, exposing her shaved pussy wrapped around his dick.

“Need to be lubed to fuck my sweet sister-wife’s ass,” said Rex and winked at me.

“So considerate,” Sarah moaned.

“We had to train him,” Reina panted. “He’d just want to stick it in our asses without any lube.”

“Your pussies never need any lube,” Rex groaned.

“Because we’re horny sluts!” I gasped, fucking Reina’s ass harder. My orgasm swelled. I loved this toy. I hoped we could find another.

“Oh, yes!” gasped Reina. “Fuck me! Pound my ass! Make me cum before Sarah!”

“No fair!” Sarah moaned as Rex ripped out of her pussy. A moment later, her body shuddered, and I knew Rex had slammed into her ass. “You had a head start.”

“You have a real cock,” Reina countered. “Our brother’s cock. I say that’s fair.”

“Yep,” I said, thrusting hard, wanting to win.

Rex reached around Sarah, one hand squeezing her round breasts and dusky nipples, white milk beading at her nub, while his other hand diddled her clit. Sarah bucked in his arms, gasping for joy as Rex pounded her ass. Her face twisted with passion, her blue eyes flashing.

It was such an inspiring sight. I thrust hard into Reina’s asshole as Rex massaged Sarah’s clit. Milk squirted from her nipple. She whimpered and moaned while Reina gasped and panted. I slammed hard into Reina’s asshole, my pussy growing hotter and hotter.

“Yes, yes!” Sarah moaned. “You’re such a stud, Rex! Oh, fuck! Oh, yes!”

“Fuck me harder, Queenie!” Reina gasped. “And use your hands! Don’t let them beat us.”

“Right!” I groaned.

I slid my hands around my wife’s body, sweeping up and down her flesh. My right found her breast while my left dove toward her shaved twat. I felt her hot, juicy flesh while I climbed her breast to the hard pinnacle.

I pinched her nipple and rubbed her clit. She gasped as I thrust hard into her. I held her tight, my nipples throbbing against her back. They slid up and down as I pumped away. The tingles rippled through my body, merging with the excitement brewing in my pussy.

“Take it!” I moaned. “Take my cock, wife of mine!”

“Yes, yes, yes!” Reina panted as her juices soaked my finger. I rubbed harder on her clit. “We’re going to win!”

“No, you’re not!” gasped Sarah, her body writhing. “I’m so horny! Oh, yes! Watch me cum, Reina! See how beautiful I am!”

My hips slammed in and out of Reina’s ass. My fingers massaged my wife’s body. Reina trembled in my arms, her ass pushing back harder into my strokes. I was so close to cumming. I fought against it, but every thrust made my body come closer and closer to that wonderful, shuddering embrace.

“I’m cumming!” Sarah gasped. Her face twisted with rapture. More milk squirted from her nipple as Rex squeezed her tit.

“No, you’re not!” Reina moaned. “You’re faking it!”

“She’s cumming!” he groaned. “Damn, that ass is amazing. Oh, baby! I’m going to cream your bowels!”

Sarah gasped, writhing and bucking in Rex’s arms. Rex groaned, fucking her harder. He pounded her ass as I thrust into Reina’s. I couldn’t believe Sarah had already found her orgasm. I whimpered, my pussy aching for my climax, my clit throbbing.

“Dammit!” Reina gasped as she shuddered in my arms. “Too late! Oh, fuck! Oh, yes!” Her juices flooded my fingers rubbing her clit as she came.

I slammed the dildo deep into her and surrendered to my orgasm. I trembled with Reina, my nipples rubbing into her back as the pleasure surged over me. I savored the bliss hammering through my body.

Stars danced before my eyes. The waves of delight washed out of me. Our feminine moans echoed through the tent, Rex grunting and groaning. I savored the bliss drowning my thoughts. I held onto my wife. I gasped and panted. The pleasure washed through me. I screamed out my delight for all to hear.

“Knock it off!” Chase shouted from outside. “We need to get going.”

“Almost there!” grunted Rex, still pumping away at Sarah’s ass.

“I’d say Rex lost our competition,” Reina declared as he grunted in ecstasy.

“You lost,” Sarah groaned as Rex flooded her asshole. “I won. That was the game.”

“Nope. Rex lost. Right, Queenie?”

I nodded. “Yep. You lost, husband of mine.”

“No, I didn’t,” Rex groaned. He held Sarah tight. “I came in her ass. I never lose if I cum.”

Reina giggled. “You’re such a horny goat.”

“Yep.”

Chase shook our tent. “Get your butts out of there. We need to get going!”

“Yes, Mother,” Reina sassed.

“I’ll spank your pretty bottom if you call me mother again. I look as young as you.”

“Promise?” Reina asked, then giggled.

Chase groaned. “Why did my father have to knock up every slut, whore, and cunt he came across?”

I was glad he did.

* * *

Sarah Glassner

We left behind the ruins of Ashland, Oregon. It had been destroyed years ago. Half the town was burnt rubble. The houses that did survive were on the outskirts. The road was cratered by explosions and moldy skeletons dotted the brush. A large cross had been erected in the center of the town that had read: “This town was cleansed by the Holy Liberation Army of Oregon, July 19th, 2059.”

Everyone who lived here worshiped my father and paid for it. I found a copy of the Glassnerian Bible in one of the houses wrapped in oilcloth. It had a black, leather cover and was embossed with the simple phrase: “Love your fellow man.”

The Church claimed my father and his wife were evil. Even Chase must have believed that because she killed them. But were they evil? They made a world of peace. Maybe everyone had been slaves, but there weren’t atrocities like what happened in Ashland.

When we took a short break, I pulled out the bible and opened it to the first passage and read from the opening of the Gospel of April: The Living Gods were born into Flesh, sent to guide mankind. For years they grew apart, both yearning for the other. When their eyes met for the first time since their incarnation, both Living Gods knew each other and rejoiced to have been reunited. Finally, their great task—the reconditioning of mankind from hate to love—could begin.

Chase sat beside me and glanced at the bible. “That’s a dangerous book to possess.”

“I know,” I answered, closing it. “But it’s about father. I…”

“It’s not the truth,” Chase said. “It’s a version of the truth, like this book.” She pulled out a book from her pack titled The History of the Tyrants’ Theocracy.

“So it’s lies?” I asked, looking down at the words of scripture.

“Not really. Most of it was written by followers of my parents. They believed they were Gods and wrote down events as they perceived them. But this”—she touched the passage—“was written by April. Do you know who she was?”

I shook my head.

“She was one of the sluts.” Chase smiled. “She had curly, brown hair and wore glasses. She was quiet and always thinking. She married one of Dr. Willow’s nurses. When Hayfa died during the Demon Wars, April grew even quieter.”

There was such sadness in Chase’s words even as she kept smiling.

“And April’s dead now?” I asked.

Chase nodded, her eyes growing liquid with emotion. “She died when I killed our father.” A tear ran down Chase’s cheek. She shook her head. “Anyway, April wrote about my parents’ life right after they sold their souls to Lucifer and began their rise to power. Her version is the sanitized message. She hid all of my parents’ crimes. She blamed Lilith on Karen when in fact my parents summoned the demoness and inadvertently unleashed her on the world. And the Demon Wars were all my father’s fault. Our father’s fault. My mother was dying. To save her life, he had to free the Demons. Our father didn’t even flinch.”

I swallowed. “I’ve heard of Lilith. She killed billions.”

“And another few billion died during the Demon wars,” Chase nodded. “Mankind went from seven to three billion people. Half of them killed because of my parents’ actions. My parents deserved to die for a lot of reasons. But they also did a lot of good.”

“You aren’t sure you made the right decision?”

“I regret it every day.”

I swallowed. “The Church says you’re a hero. They canonized you as a saint.”

“They lie, too,” Chase whispered.

“Someone should tell the real version,” I said, closing the bible.

“No one knows it.”

“You do.” I smiled. “You should write it.”

Chase’s eyebrows furrowed. “I don’t know. We have our journey…”

“It’ll end eventually. You can write it then. I want to read it.”

“We should get going. I want to try and reach Medford by nightfall. I hope it still stands.” Chase glanced at the book. “You should really leave that behind.”

I smiled, stroking the cover. “I’ll keep it hidden.”

“We’re in Christian lands. They’re not like the Christians in California. You saw Ashland.”

I wrapped the oilcloth up. “I’m with Saint Chasity and a nun. I’ll be fine.”

Chase sighed and left me alone.

Not long after, we resumed our trek. In an hour, we reached a green sign with faded, white letters that read, “Medford 3 miles.”

Chase and Sister Stella walked ahead, leading Alison the pack mule. They often hiked in front, talking and giggling, sharing their love. I understood. I liked the intimacy of walking with my spouses. Reina and Queenie were always talking, pointing out cute items, while Rex pretended to be a tough guy.

Having a family was such a wonderful thing.

“Look up at the ridge,” Queenie said. “That’s queer. I thought I saw something move.”

A ridge of trees rose to our right. I glanced up there. I didn’t see anything but pine trees and thick brush. The sun was hot, but there was a cool breeze blowing down the ruined cement highway of I-5. A puff of smoke burst in the brush, followed by a hissing sound.

Sister Stella cried out, “Incoming!”

A silvery dome appeared around her, Chase, and the pack mule.

The explosion that engulfed the silvery dome knocked me off my feet. I hit the ground with a thud, confused. My ears rang then the world erupted in deafening gunfire.

* * *

The Preacher

“You missed!” I hissed, staring at the impostor Chasity still standing when the black smoke drifted away.

The soldiers of the Holy Liberation Army fired their guns down at the highway. Small puffs of smoke and sparks marked where the bullets slammed into the road and concrete barriers. The fake Chasity stared up at me, anger blazing in her eyes.

“Saint Chasity, watch over your servants as they do battle with the Adversary!” I prayed. “Defend these holy warriors as they take on the Beast in its pleasant and deceitful guise! Give us the strength to defeat your enemy and—”

Shadows moved. A soldier screamed nearby. Blood spurted and half of a torso landed at my feet, feet still kicking. The other half vanished into the inky darkness. Horror recoiled me. Shock slammed into my mind.

My mouth worked, only groans escaping it. I clutched my wooden cross in tight fingers. The shadows reached out with undulating tentacles and tore the head off another soldier.

“Demon!” I gibbered.

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Chasity “Chase” Glassner

The world flashed to gold as I teleported to the top of the ridge where the attackers lurked. I drew my bow and knocked an arrow as I appeared. Anger and fear burned inside me. Sister Stella still hid behind her shield as my siblings and Queenie scrambled for the safety of the concrete barrier on the far side of the road.

I had to protect them.

I appeared next to a soldier wearing a patched, blue coat, a wooden cross dangling around his neck. “The Lord is my shepherd,” he prayed as he aimed and shot at my family. “I shall not want.”

My arrow caught him in the throat. He fell to the ground in a gurgle of blood, twitching hard.

“Saint Chasity, protect us!” a second soldier screamed, turning to fire at me. My second arrow buried into the meat of his chest, the shaft quivering. He gaped at it before he staggered to the right and fell into a tree.

My anger only grew. Boiled. They were killing my family while praying to me. I drew a third arrow.

The bullet took me in the guts. A terrified young man trembled as he clutched his rifle, smoke curling from the barrel. I released my arrow as I staggered back, the shaft catching the frightened young man in the shoulder. It twisted his body. He stumbled back, crying out to his mother in pain.

I slumped to the ground. The pain in my belly was overwhelming. I clutched my gut as the blood pumped out hot over my fingers. I snarled against the agony. Golden light flared as my body slowly healed myself.

“The beast is over here!” the wounded soldier cried out. He worked the lever action on his rifle with one hand, chambering a round. He aimed at me and fired. The bullet grazed my forehead, creasing across my skull. “Saint Chastity, defend us from your deception!”

Soldiers screamed behind him.

The wounded youth’s next shot caught me in the throat. I coughed, my lungs burning as I choked on my own blood. A small part of me hoped this was it, that this time I would finally die. The world spun about me.

A shadow appeared. My demon had arrived. His tentacles seized the wounded youth and ripped him to pieces. His dying screams echoed around me as I slumped over. Darkness fell on me.

* * *

Rex Glassner

There is a ravine on the other side of the highway. Get down there and run! my subconscious screamed in my mind.

I listened.

“Follow me!” I screamed as the gunfire peppered around us. I lifted Sarah to her feet. The explosion had knocked her down. She groaned, her face peppered in black specks. I shoved her toward the far concrete barrier. “Get over it and down the ravine!”

The bullets whizzed past us. They hissed down from the top of the ridge. Sarah leaped over the concrete barrier into the brush on the far side, followed by Reina. My twin ducked down against the concrete barrier.

“Run!” Reina screamed. “Hurry.”

Queenie gasped in pain and stumbled beside me. I seized her as she fell forward. I held her upright as she whimpered in pain. She clutched at her leg as we staggered the last few feet. Adrenaline pumping, she felt so light as I threw her over it. Then I leaped over after.

We crashed into the brush on the far side. Twigs and branches tore at my face as we tumbled down the hill. I hauled her to me as we slid down the hill toward the bottom of the ravine, Reina and Sarah picking themselves up from the bottom.

“Let’s go!” I shouted as Queenie and I reached the bottom. “Down into the ravine.”

“What about Chase?” Sarah asked.

Another explosion boomed from the top of the road. Rubble crashed down.

“She’ll be fine!” Reina shouted. “We need to go!”

There was a creek at the bottom of the ravine. Holding Queenie, I headed for it. My feet sank into the mud. Queenie gasped in pain. Then she collapsed. I grunted and set her down on the ground. She clutched her leg. Blood stained her denim, flowing from a rip in it.

“Shit!” I gasped.

Reina reached Queenie and ripped open the tear further. A ragged wound cut across the meat of Queenie’s right thigh. A bullet had passed clean through her. Queenie’s blood pumped out, thick and red with her life.

“We need a bandage!” Reina screamed, her voice hoarse with fear.

“I got one!” Sarah shouted, unslinging her backpack and digging around inside the pack.

“They went down the ravine!” a man shouted from above.

“We have to hurry,” I said, my heart screaming in my chest.

Reina nodded and took the bandage—rags we’d boiled to disinfect—from Sarah. My twin pressed it against Queenie’s leg. She moaned in pain, her face pale and flushed. I squeezed her hand. She gave me a soft smile for a moment.

“There!” Reina said as she tied the cloth around Queenie’s wound.

A gun fired. A bullet whizzed down at us.

“We need to keep going!” I shouted

Reina grabbed Sarah’s hand. The pair ran down the creek, water splashing at their feet. I picked up Queenie up in my arms, cradling her. I raced after my wives. Guns cracked from above and men shouted. I was too scared to look if they were shooting at Chase or at us. My subconscious kept telling me to run.

Queenie sobbed in my arms.

The gunfire stopped and screams took their place. I had no idea what was going on. I didn’t want to know. I just wanted to get my wives to safety.

* * *

The Preacher

“Saint Chasity, watch over your servant with your beatific gaze,” I prayed as I brandished the wooden cross.

The shadowy demon appeared to be a hoary beast with a thick hide, a pink tongue, and scores of tentacles writhing from its back. It used those appendages to butcher the Holy Liberation Army. God’s warriors were being slaughtered.

I would save them.

“Grant me the power to slay in your name, Saint Chasity, and in the name of our Lord and Savior!”

Men screamed as the tentacles wrapped around their, ripping off limbs and heads and throwing bleeding husks to the ground. Guns fired, but the bullets bounced harmlessly off the demon’s flesh. It howled and snarled. The beast lunged and pinned Captain Adamson to the ground. Teeth flashed, and half of the holy warrior’s face was ripped apart.

“Guide my steps as I walk through the valley of the shadow of death!” I screamed, rushing forward. The tentacles lashed about me. None would touch me. Saint Chasity watched over me. “I shall fear no evil, for you are with me!” I raised my wooden cross to smite the demon. “I am your holy warrior, oh Lord. I smite your enemies with your holy sign!”

I slammed the cross down on the demon’s hoary hide.

Wood splintered. My cross shattered.

I gaped in astonishment at the broken end clutched in my hand. “But… but…”

The demon turned. Its jaws opened. I screamed out as pain exploded in my side. My flesh tore. I fell to the ground. The cold spread through my side. Darkness devoured the edges of my vision.

“But… I… served you… faithfully…”

Chasity was near me, lying slumped against the tree. Her throat was bloody. She had been killed.

“No…” I groaned as the world grew dark about me. “No… you cannot die. Immortality is yours… and you… promised… it… to…”

I was falling, falling, falling into darkness.

I woke up on a grassy field. It was so green and soft on my cheeks. A warm sun shone on me. I blinked and stared up at the most perfect, blue sky I had ever witnessed. Joy surged through me in realization.

I had died and been carried up to paradise to dwell with the saints.

“Hallelujah,” I breathed, sitting up.

The angel was dressed differently than I expected. She had ebony skin and wore a curious, blue uniform that left much of her bosom and legs indecently exposed. A necklace was tight about her throat, a plate inscribed with the number 51.

“Seize her,” the angel declared.

Two more angels, equally dressed in scandalous uniforms, rushed forward. These angels had ivory skin, one with hair of fire, the other of coal. They grasped my arms. Their faces were grim. They hauled my bulk to my feet. I faced a mansion in a grassy plain. Other angels moved about. Some were naked.

“This isn’t what I thought Heaven would be like,” I whispered.

The ebony-skinned angel laughed. “This is Hell, you stupid cunt. And you tried to kill their daughter.”

“But it can’t be,” I said, struggling to understand. “It’s so beautiful.”

“Not in the dungeons,” the angel with the number 51 about her neck said.

Two figures strode out of the mansion, their bearing tall and regal. My eyes widened. I remembered those figures from my childhood. A gibbering fear rose through me. I could remember the day when the fuzz fell from my mind.

When I had been freed.

“No!” I screamed in fear, squirming in the arms. “Saint Chasity, protect me from the Tyrants! Defend your servant.”

The Tyrants’ ferocious gaze fell upon me. Both their eyes blazed.

“You dare say her name after you tried to kill her!” Mark spat. Hellfire danced in his eyes. The very fabric of reality warped and bent around him.

I pissed myself. Heat gushed down my thighs.

“Your soldiers tried to butcher my children!” snarled the Tyrant. I could feel my heart clenching as though he held it in his fist.

“What should we do with her?” the Black-skinned demon asked.

I thrashed in her grip, struggling to flee. Terror rushed through me. The Tyrants loomed over me. They had me. I was faithful. I should be in heaven with the Saints. Why wasn’t I there with them? Why was I here?

“Flay her and throw her in a cell, 51,” Mary hissed. “Let her suffer for a few centuries before she faces Annihilation.”

“Yes, ma’am,” 51 nodded. “What would you like us to do with her skin?”

“Burn it,” Mark growled. “She’ll have no more need of it. Let her every moment be agony.”

I screamed as they dragged me away, my fingernails furrowing the grass. I ripped at it, struggling to escape. The hands gripping me were iron. Adamant. They were unbreakable. They held me with all the fury of their master.

“You really pissed them off.” 51 laughed. “Your loss. Ten years ago, they would have just had your soul annihilated. But now, well, Hell has a way of twisting a person. Even them.”

Her smile was cruel as a knife appeared in her hand.

“Even me. I think I’ll enjoy flaying you.”

My howls were unending.

* * *

Reina Glassner

I need to skirt around Medford, whispered my subconscious. The ravine should peter out onto a meadow, but the creek will lead north around the town. The brush is thick. I’ll be fine.

I listened to the advice as I marched down the ravine. The shooting had stopped, but I didn’t want to halt. Sarah moved beside me as we scrambled over debris washed down into the stream bed. Rex was behind us, carrying the whimpering Queenie.

I wanted to curl into a ball and cry. I couldn’t believe what had just happened. An army had attacked us. I don’t even understand how we got away. What had caused all those soldiers to scream? I shuddered. No, none of those questions mattered. We escaped. That was what counted. We survived, and we had to keep moving.

“I need a rest,” groaned Rex. His face was covered in sweat.

“I’m sorry,” Queenie whispered. “I think I can walk.”

“It’s fine,” Rex grunted. “Just let me get a breather.”

“What if the soldiers are following us?” I asked. “We need to keep moving.”

Rex set Queenie down. She put her weight on her right leg and winced. “I can walk. Okay?”

“Let her walk, Rex,” I told him. “Stop being a stubborn man.”

“Fine,” he groaned, still sucking in breaths.

I moved to Queenie and slipped my arm around her waist so I could help support her right side. She winced with every step, but we were moving again. The ravine opened up ahead onto a grassy meadow. Smoke rose to the northeast. That must be Medford.

“We can’t go into the city,” I said. “We should go around it.”

“No complaints,” Rex said. “That’s what my instincts are saying.”

“I’m fine with it,” Queenie said through gritted teeth.

Sarah nodded. “Okay.”

We moved out onto the meadow. I gasped when a figure stepped out of the brush when we’d gone a hundred steps out into the grass.

“Sister Stella!” Sarah shouted, racing forward. “Is Chase with you?”

The nun shook her head. “I hoped she was with you. She teleported away after the mortar hit.”

“We haven’t seen her. We just ran.”

“The soldiers are all dead,” Sister Stella reported. “Your sister killed them somehow.” She frowned. “I don’t understand what happened up there. I do not like it.”

“Doesn’t matter,” Rex said. “We need to keep moving.”

“We need to find Chase!” Sister Stella snapped. “We should go back.”

Keep going forward, whispered my subconscious. The battle was loud. It would have attracted notice. And armies keep track of their soldiers. They will search for those who killed their men.

“No!” I shouted at the same time as Rex.

“Chase can catch up,” Rex said. “She knows how to find us. We have to keep moving.”

“None of this matters without Chase!” Sister Stella snapped. “She’s too important to lose now.”

Sarah hugged her. “I know you’re scared for her, but they know Chase. Know what she can do.”

“She’ll be fine,” I said. “She’s walked the whole world. Nothing can kill her. Her power protects her, but it doesn’t protect us. She’ll find us. But we need to move.”

“You can come with us or go on your own,” Rex said to the nun. “But she’ll find us.”

“Fine,” Sister Stella snapped, throwing a worried glance over her shoulder.

We set off as fast as Queenie could limp.

* * *

Chasity “Chase” Glassner

A tongue licked at my breast, rough and hot, igniting my nipples. My body was caressed, touched by a dozen hands. I shuddered, the pleasure swelling inside me. I opened my eyes and saw Shadow.

“You save me again,” I purred as he licked at my hard nipple. He stood over me, his tentacles caressing my body. His tongue licked up to my cheek, probing my mouth. I kissed him back, playing with his tongue as I reached up to cup his snout.

The kiss was full of passion. I savored it, closing my eyes and enjoying his caresses. The tentacles wrapped around my breasts, squeezing and kneading them while the tips played with my nipples. I shuddered into the bestial snout, my tongue probing into the demon’s mouth.

Other tentacles found my legs. They spread my thighs apart. I gasped as they slithered up higher and higher. They reached the entrance to my twat. I groaned as a thick appendage plunged into my wet pussy.

I shuddered and humped against its thrusts. They plunged in and out of my silky pussy. This heat rippled through me as I surrendered to the demon’s passion. My hands stroked him as I whimpered into the kiss. He plunged his tentacle deep into my cunt.

Shadow panted as he broke the kiss. He snarled his delight as he played with my body. He squeezed his appendages around my breast and thrust deep into my cunt. My juicy twat squeezed down around him.

“Mmm, that’s good,” I moaned. “You know just how to touch me, huh?”

Shadow’s burning eyes peered down at me. I stroked his snout, gazing into those eyes. They burned with such passion for me. I leaned up, kissing his snout again. I savored his thick tongue as I held onto my demonic lover.

The tentacle slid in and out of my pussy faster. The silky friction built and built. I quivered in his embrace as he lifted me off the ground. A slimmer tentacle probed between my butt-cheeks. I shuddered as it brushed my sphincter, teasing me.

I broke the kiss and moaned, “Fuck my ass, Shadow. I love it!”

The tentacle wiggled against my asshole. My anal ring surrendered to it. I gasped, my back arching as he penetrated my bowels. I shuddered, my body writhing as I was held up by his tentacles. My breasts jiggled in his appendages’ embrace as he worked them in and out of me.

My toes curled. I shuddered, my hair swaying down my back. It was incredible. This amazing delight to experience. I squeezed my twat around his thicker tentacle while the slimmer reamed my asshole, stirring me up.

“Yes, yes!” I moaned, my thighs held in his tentacles grip. “Mmm, fuck me harder!”

I hooked my arm around his neck to support myself, then humped my hips. I matched the rhythm of the tentacles working in and out of my pussy and asshole. The dual stimulation rippled through me. That wonderful delight.

I nuzzled at his leathery neck, planting kisses on his skin. My nipples brushed his flesh. I humped harder. My body trembled. My pussy squeezed down around him as his tentacles buried over and over into my depths.

He felt incredible in me. My eyes squeezed shut. I whimpered and moaned as his tentacles buried deep into my cunt and asshole. My pussy squeezed down on the tentacle inside me. I bucked, my orgasm swelling.

“Yes!” I hissed. “Keep fucking me! Make me cum! You’re always so generous!”

Shadow growled his excitement.

His tentacles pumped faster and faster. My leg twitched and I brushed his thick, monstrous cock. The tip smeared hot precum on my flesh. I shuddered, eager to feel that beast inside my twat. My back arched as my pussy and asshole drank in the friction of his tentacles.

The burning in my ass mixed with the pleasure building in my pussy. I whimpered, on the verge of my climax. It was incredible. His tentacles played with my tits. He squeezed and kneaded them. They jiggled. Other tentacles rammed deep into both my holes. The sensations mixed in me.

“Yes!” I screamed as I came. “Oh, yes! You wonderful beast!”

I shuddered in delight as the pleasure rippled through me. I kissed him again, thrusting my tongue into his mouth. His teeth were so sharp. They could rip me to pieces, but he wouldn’t hurt me. I could tell. He loved me.

My pleasure rippled out of me. The waves of delight washed through my body. My tits heaved as I drank in the rapture. I whimpered into his muzzle. The tentacle jammed deep into my convulsing twat, sending a ripple of delight through me, then ripped out.

“Shadow!” I howled as his cock nudged my vulva. “Do it! Make love to me, Shadow!”

Shadow thrust.

His cock speared deep into my cunt. I shuddered. My back arched as his monstrous dick filled my naughty, spasming pussy. Rapture peaked in me. I gasped into his mouth, reveling in the delight of having him in me. Fucking me.

He fucked me. I held his body and humped against him. He thrust deep and hard into my juicy twat. I shuddered in ecstasy. He howled when he buried into my cunt, savoring my pussy as much as I loved his dick.

“Oh, yes, Shadow!” I moaned. “Ooh, that’s it. Fuck me! Pound me.!”

His hips thrust forward, burying that dick deep into my cunt. I gasped, my clit rubbing against his leathery hide. The pleasure swelled through me. Another orgasm built and built. I kissed him. I loved him. We worked together, our bodies undulating toward our climax.

My pussy massaged his shaft as it plunged into me. The tentacle in my asshole matched its rhythm. The burning heat flowed to my cunt, bringing it closer and closer to a boil. I shuddered beneath the monster.

Still buzzing from my last orgasm, I came fast on his dick.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I gasped. “Cum in me, Shadow!”

Every thrust of his thick cock ignited pleasure through my nerves. I shuddered as orgasms rippled through me. My pussy spasmed around his plunging cock, celebrating his dick burying into me again and again.

Stars burst before my eyes. He fucked me harder than any man or woman could. He was a beast. He ravished me. My body drank in every thrust. I savored it. The pleasure swelled through me, my orgasms intensifying as he slammed harder and deeper.

It almost hurt.

I loved it.

“Shadow!”

His growls grew louder. His cock throbbed inside me. My pussy writhed about his girth as my orgasms kept sweeping through my body. Pleasure consumed me. I clung to Shadow. Our mouths met for another kiss as we shared our pleasure.

His cock erupted hard inside me.

Hot, demonic cum squirted deep. I shuddered as the blasts flooded my pussy. My cunt convulsed hard around his dick, milking him. He fired so much cum, it spilled out of me, running down to my taint and my asshole convulsing around his tentacle.

His tentacles squeezed tight about my breasts. He kept fucking me as his cock erupted. He slammed his spurting dick over and over into me. I bucked against him. A massive orgasm burst through me. The world spun about as the pleasure assaulted my mind. Stars danced before me.

I screamed out my pleasure for all to hear.

My pleasure overwhelmed me in a tide of euphoric bliss.

I was barely aware of his cock leaving my pussy. I hardly felt the cum dribbling hot out of my well-fucked cunt. I whimpered as he set me down on the soft bed of pine needles. His tongue licked my face one last time.

“Don’t go,” I purred as I rose to consciousness. I reached for him, but he vanished back into the shadows.

The guilt hit me almost immediately. Sister Stella’s face reared in my mind. I hated cheating on my girlfriend with my demonic lover. The ecstasy faded, and I forced myself to stand up and look around. I was in a clearing in the middle of the woods. My clothes had been ripped off by Shadow, but they were bloodstained anyways.

My backpack was nearby. I pulled out a fresh pair of clothes.

I teleported back to the road to find my family. There were no bodies of my family on the road. I sighed in relief. Alison grazed nearby. I seized her reins. “Come on, let’s find everyone.”

I found signs of their trail spilling down the ravine. I moved quickly, Alison not balking at all. I easily tracked my family. I had spent many years in the brush hunting around our cabin. The sun began to sink, and I kept walking. They were following the creek.

When the sun set, I kept going.

Medford was to the east, its lights glowing over a ridge.

I ignored the exhaustion weighing down my limbs. I wasn’t going to stop walking until I found my family and Sister Stella. I spotted a small fire. I hurried across an open meadow toward it. I sighed in relief as I saw the twins, Sarah, and my girlfriend sitting around the fire. Sister Stella was the first to spot me.

“Chase!”

She stood up, raced toward me, and gave me a fierce hug. I held her, trying to forget about my passionate tryst with Shadow.

“I was so worried,” she whispered.

Her words twisted in my gut. She was worried, and I was fucking.

“Is everyone all right?” I asked.

She shook her head. “Queenie.”

I rushed to the fire. Queenie lay beside it, her face was flushed and spotted with sweat. “What’s wrong with her?”

“She was shot,” Rex said, his face drawn. “The wound’s infected.”

I swallowed at those words. Before the collapse, an infection was no big deal. A few antibiotics would knock it out. Now…

“I have some powdered willow bark in my pack.” It wouldn’t be enough, but it would help with her fever. We had to find her a doctor in the next town. Hopefully, he would have some antibiotics. “That’ll perk you up.”

She nodded as I went to work.

To be continued…

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