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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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Tuesday, June 12th, 2074 – Queenie Glassner – Southern Oregon

My cheeks were warm, and my leg throbbed when I woke up. How could a stupid scratch cause so much trouble? My upper thigh ached worse as I sat up. I reached for the pouch of willow bark, pulled out a piece, and chewed on it. It was bitter, but after I swallowed, the fever and ache diminished.

It didn’t vanish.

“How are you feeling?” Reina whispered as I painfully crawled out of the tent, my bladder full.

“Same as yesterday,” I lied as I stood up. My leg burned with every limping step. I hid my wince as I staggered to find a place to squat and pee.

So far, there had been no sign of pursuit by the slain Holy Liberation soldier’s allies. Maybe they didn’t have any nearby, or maybe they didn’t know which way we went. Or maybe they just hadn’t caught up. I couldn’t afford to slow my family down.

Rex crawled out of the tent, stepped up beside me, and pissed. “How’re you feeling?” he asked. “Getting better?”

“Same as yesterday,” I repeated, forcing a smile.

He shook his cock when he finished, then bent over to kiss my forehead. “You feel warm.”

“A little. I’m chewing on my bark.”

“How’s your leg looking?”

“The same. I checked.” I hadn’t. I didn’t want to look at the inflamed wound and the white pus that filled it. I just kept walking and hoped I healed.

Everyone asked me the same questions except Sister Stella. Her gray eyes gave me a considering look as I limped about the camp as we readied to set out. We loaded up Alison, the pack mule, with our belongings. I didn’t have to carry my backpack. That was the one nice thing about being wounded.

I really tried to stay positive.

Rex, Reina, and Sarah walked around me as we headed down the ruined road. The pain was worse today. When I finished chewing on one piece of willow bark, I found another. It was the only way I could keep going. I grit my teeth, and sweat beaded down my forehead.

My limp grew worse.

“You don’t look all right,” Sarah whispered, slipping an arm around my waist. “Lean on me for a while.”

“Thanks,” I breathed.

Reina’s brown, beautiful face furrowed, her lips pursed. I gave her a reassuring smile as I limped on. Sarah helped for a while, and then it was Rex supporting me, his strong arms holding me up. I could smell his manly musk as I leaned against him, savoring that scent.

“You can do it,” he whispered in my ear. “We’ll reach Canyonville today. Maybe they will have a doctor.”

I nodded my head. Canyonville was the next major town along I-5 north of Medford. Hopefully, they weren’t full of Christian fanatics who’d try and kill us on sight. Chase said it was the preacher who had led the army that had attacked us. She must have been out for revenge on us for driving her out of Redding.

I was glad the dried-up cunt was dead.

“Just keep going, wife of mine,” Reina whispered when it was her turn to support me. “Canyonville will have a doctor with some antibiotics. Maybe penicillin. That’s not hard to make. And then you’ll be right as rain.”

“What does that mean?” I giggled. My forehead was burning, but that expression, right as rain, sent a fit of laughter through me.

“I have no idea why ‘right as rain’ means feeling better.” Reina laughed, joining me. “Maybe Chase knows.”

The next step was agony. My poor leg finally gave out. I screamed out in torturous pain. Reina held me, but she couldn’t stop me from falling down. She made sure I didn’t land too hard on the cement ruins of I-5. The concrete was warmed by the sun but still felt cooler than my body.

“Queenie!” Reina shouted.

The heat grew worse. And despite the burning in my head, I shivered. My teeth chattered. I trembled on the ground as everyone gathered over me. I tried to put a reassuring smile on my face, but I just couldn’t muster it.

“She’s burning up!” Reina gasped. “Oh, Queenie! Hold on!”

A cool, wet cloth was draped over my forehead. Things grew hazy around me. I struggled to stay awake, but it was too hard. My body was giving up. I drifted like a log down the river, bobbing up to consciousness for a few moments before I was dragged down into the confusion of my dreams.

I rode atop a horse, waving at the cheering crowds. I was a goddess married to three of the Living God’s children. Everyone worshiped me and loved me. I waved back, drinking in their love. It was a world of happiness, where no one tried to shoot you and—

—I jolted awake. The world danced around me. I was tied to the back of Alison, swaying atop the pack mule. My leg burned. My face was on fire and—

—I flew over verdant fields. But a darkness crept over them. The darkness was somehow silvery, shining with a beautiful light, but still it consumed everything. A woman sat at the center of the darkness with hair like platinum and eyes shining like twinkling stars. She watched me like a bug, her hand reaching out to crush me. I screamed out—

—“It’s okay,” Sister Stella smiled, patting my hand. “You have nothing to fear. We’ll find help for you in Canyonville. Just hold out a few—

—hours and then I’ll make love to you,” laughed Rex. “You’re my queen, Queenie. And you deserve to be worshiped as—

—the infection spreads, she’ll grow weaker and weaker,” Chase whispered to Sister Stella.

My feverish gaze looked ahead, barely understanding what she said. The half-charred ruins of a house peaked out from vegetation while a faded sign read, “Welcome to Canyonville, Oregon.”

More ruins spread out before us. The Christians had cleansed this town, too.

* * *

Sarah Glassner

Canyonville was in ruins.

“I’m gonna… queen… rule… love me…” mumbled Queenie as she swayed on the saddle. Only the ropes tied about her waist and legs kept her on the pack mule. She wilted like a flower in a summer drought.

We trudged through the ruins hoping to see some sign of habitation. In the center of town, a collection of crosses had been driven into the ground, the grisly remains of bones still clung to the crucifixes. More moldered, peeking out of the vegetation that had taken over the ruined town. It had been destroyed years ago.

There was no doctor to save Queenie.

Hopelessness filled my spouses’ faces.

“Silvery darkness.. .beware… star eyes…” muttered Queenie. “She deceives… pretends… lion among the… beware… Astarte…”

The sun sank to the west, long shadows spreading through the town. We kept going, leaving it behind. None of us wanted to camp in the ruins. Ahead, the South Umpqua River gurgled happily, not caring that Queenie was sick. We reached a crossroad where, according to a faded sign, Grazley Bridge Road crossed Stage Coach Road. The bridge’s footing could be seen a quarter mile ahead, but the span had collapsed into the river.

We camped at the ruins. There were beautiful wildflowers. Queenie loved wildflowers. It seemed appropriate.

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Wednesday, June 13th, 2074 – Chasity “Chase” Glassner

Queenie was too sick to move. She thrashed in her bedding, her body drenched with sweat. She couldn’t eat and could barely drink. She wasn’t lucid but rambled about the strange things she dreamed about. The most common was the silver darkness. My three siblings surrounded her, their faces sagging with grief.

When my parents ruled the world, no one would die from something as easy to treat as an infected wound. Even before my parents, that wouldn’t have happened here in what used to be the United States of America. But now, thanks to the free will of men, they destroyed the world in an orgiastic delight, so bent on punishing those who still followed my parents they failed to preserve the basic parts of society. Who knew how long it would be before the world recovered?

If it ever would.

I changed the bandage on Queenie’s upper thigh. The wound had spread, the infection eating at her skin. Her thigh was swollen around the red scratch, the white pus reeking of foul cheese. I took a knife, heated it in the fire, and brought it to her leg.

“Hold her,” I told them. “I need to cut out the dead flesh.”

Queenie howled as I cut, pus draining out with the blood. She fell unconscious when I finished. I packed the wound with a clean cloth while Reina poured a tea made of willow bark down Queenie’s throat, pinching her nose to make sure Queenie swallowed.

“She’ll be fine, right?” Reina asked, her voice tiny. She sounded like a little girl. Her blue eyes brimmed with tears.

“She’ll survive,” I lied. “She’s strong. Her body’s young.”

I crawled out of the tent into the noon sun. Tears rolled down my eyes. I stumbled to the river bank and followed it upstream. This was all my fault. I should never have let Rex, Reina, and Queenie come along. I knew the trip was too dangerous. My sister-in-law was going to die.

My knees sagged, and I sank to the rocky bank as I cried. I hugged my legs to my chest, rocking back and forth. Once again, I had killed a loved one. Why couldn’t I have just been happy and lived contently with my parents like my other siblings? Why did I have to question everything my parents did?

Why did I have to kill them?

“It’s not your fault she’s dying,” Sister Stella whispered. She sat down beside me. Her arm went around my shoulder. I leaned my head against her, feeling so hopeless. She stroked me as she continued, “It’s only the fault of the men who attacked us.”

“Everything’s my fault.” A choking sob burst from my lips. “I stuck the dagger in his side. I created this world we live in.”

“You gave mankind their freedom. It’s not your fault they squandered it. But that will change. When we stop your parents, the world will be reborn. I’ll use the power inside you to see it. And you’ll be free to live a normal life and witness the happiness you have brought about.”

I so wanted to believe that.

“That’s what Tina and Doug promised me when I stood atop Mount Sinai. I would free the world, but I only brought a different form of slavery upon them.”

“These are merely birthing pains,” Sister Stella promised me. “What will come will be magnificent. You will see, Chase.”

“And will I be as bitter about your future?” I spat.

“No.” She smiled as her finger caressed my cheek. “Because unlike Doug and Tina, I love you, Chase. I don’t want to see you hurt any longer. I want to take away your pain.”

Her lips met mine. I closed my eyes and let myself forget in the sweet delight of her kiss. I needed the distraction. Her flesh was so soft as she pushed me back down. I held Sister Stella, her white-blonde hair falling about my face as we kissed. Her body writhed atop me.

Her fingers were deft as they unbuttoned my shirt. I shuddered as her lips moved down and engulfed my hard nipple. I closed my eyes as her tongue swirled about my nub. The excitement raced down between my legs.

“Sister Stella,” I purred as her delicate fingers slid down to my pants. The fastener unsnapped, and her hand pushed inside. “Yes!” I gasped as she brushed through my shaved pussy.

Her tongue nibbled harder on my nipples, pleasure cascading down my body to my pussy. Her finger stroked my heated flesh as I squirmed beneath her. My heart pounded with excitement. It swelled through me. I shuddered on my back, squirming as she played with my nub.

Whimpering, I pushed off her white veil. Her light-blonde hair spilled out. I ran my hands through her silky strands as she caressed my pussy lips. Her gray eyes flashed up at me, twinkling with passion. She had this naughty look in her eyes.

“Stella,” I whimpered, her fingers knowing just how to touch me.

“Mmm, let me ease all your pain,” she purred.

She kissed over to my other nipple, descending down one breast and climbing the other. I groaned, squirming, her finger dancing over my clit. She nuzzled at my freckled tit before sucking my dusky nipple between her lips.

Her fingers played with my clit, stroking my bud and sending delicious rapture shooting through me. I drifted on the river of pleasure. I loved her so much. I had grown so close to Sister Stella on this journey. She always seemed to know exactly what I needed.

“Stella!” I whimpered, staring skyward as I squirmed on the ground, her finger such a delight.

She slid her finger from my clit, nuzzling through my folds. I gasped for joy as she shoved her digit into my hot depths. My pussy squeezed down on her finger. I whimpered, the pleasure shuddering through me.

She sucked harder on my nipple. Her finger pumped in and out of my pussy as she danced her tongue around my nub. I moaned, my hips writhing as she pumped a second digit into my twat. My silky pussy drank it in, loving the hot plunge.

“I can’t wait to see your future,” I moaned.

Her mouth popped off my nipple. “We’ll usher it in together,” she promised, her fingers curling inside me. “You’ll see, Chase.”

“Sister Stella!” I gasped as her fingers found my G-spot.

Her smile grew wicked as she massaged that wonderful place. My hips bucked up, the pleasure building inside of me. She had such a hungry gleam in her gray eyes. Her finger massaged my G-spot, driving me wild. I groaned, my tits jiggling and bouncing as I squirmed.

She watched as she drove me toward my climax. No slow build, but a hot plunge towards that climatic pleasure. It would consume me. Drown me. I couldn’t wait for it. I groaned, trembling on the ground as I reached that cusp.

“That’s it,” Sister Stella purred, her fingers dancing over my clit and massaging my G-spot. Her eyes burned with her passion. “Cum for me. You’re so beautiful when you cum, my love.”

My orgasm swelled beneath her dual assault. Her fingers rubbed harder. Sister Stella licked her lips, staring into my blue eyes as she teased me. Her thumb massaged my bud. The twin sensations of clitoral and G-spot stimulation roared through me.

My hips bucked hard as I came.

“Yes!” I moaned.

My pussy spasmed about her fingers as the pleasure washed through me. I drowned in the bliss and let it carry me away. The rapture swept through me. A torrent of ecstasy filled my body. My mind. I quivered on the ground, her fingers touching me.

I stared into her eyes as I savored this bliss. It was incredible. My pussy convulsed. My body writhed. For a few fabulous heartbeats, I was only pleasure. Everything else had faded. I held on to it for as long as I could, savoring every fire of nerve endings shooting rapture into my mind.

And then I collapsed.

My body buzzing in rapture, I pulled Sister Stella to me. I kissed her lips as the pleasure died. The fear and grief swept over me. Helpless tears spilled down my cheeks. I clutched Sister Stella tight to me, clinging to her.

Queenie was going to die, but I would have Sister Stella to lean on. That comforted me just the slightest.

I’d rather have Queenie live.

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Friday, June 15th, 2074 – Rex Glassner

Queenie’s mutters had stopped. Her breathing was shallow. I feared she would never wake up.

The tent reeked of sweat and sickness after two days, a foul miasma that turned my stomach. Reina bathed Queenie’s temple, my twin sister’s face filled with despair. I felt that same yawning darkness inside me. My beautiful wife was never waking up.

It wasn’t fair. It was just a stupid scratch. I’ve cut myself worse and been fine.

The tent was too small, the canvas pressing in on me. Sarah crawled in, holding a fresh bowl of river water. She rubbed it on Queenie’s chest, trying to keep her cool. The fever burned through her body. Her leg was swollen for the entire length. Red lines ran up her belly, following her veins.

When they reached her heart, that would be the end.

I need to take a walk, my subconscious whispered. I need to get out of here. Clear my head.

I nodded. That is exactly what I needed. I couldn’t just sit here and watch my wife die. There had to be something I could do. I couldn’t stand hearing Sarah prattle on about how beautiful the wildflowers were and how much Queenie would love them.

I didn’t want to bury my wife in the middle of Oregon.

“Rex?” Reina whispered as I crawled to the tent entrance. “Where are you going?”

“I need fresh air,” I muttered.

“But…?” She glanced at Queenie.

Her words didn’t need to be spoken aloud. They rattled through my brain. Don’t you want to be here when she dies?

No, I did not. I did not want her to die at all.

I stumbled down the road, not really caring where I walked. The splintered asphalt crunched beneath my boots. Green plants sprouted through cracks from where heavy rains had washed sediment over the road.

I reached a nearby crossroads.

I’d heard you could summon my father at a crossroads. Rumors about some forbidden spell to make a deal with him. I knelt down to examine the asphalt, thinking about what I’d heard. What I could possibly need.

Didn’t you need to dig a hole?

Mad laughter burst from my lips. A cackle verging on despair. The road was made of asphalt. You couldn’t dig it out unless it was already broken.

Next to my knees was a chunk of asphalt, the cracks around it filled with sediment. Tired of being helpless, I seized it and pried. To my shock, it came free, already loosened. The dirt spilled from the side as I uncovered a small depression. The corner of a polished, wooden box peaked out of the dirt bed of the road.

Frowning, I scooped the loose dirt from around the box. I uncovered more and more of it, my fingers tearing at the soil. I dug out rocks, ignoring the pain of striking the buried pebbles. When I had half of it unburied, I pulled it out with a great heave.

Dirt spilled off of it as I studied it. A chill ran down my spine.

“Had someone summoned you here, Father?” I whispered as I opened the box.

A desiccated rabbit’s foot lay next to a shriveled flower, the petals falling to dust when I brushed them. The last item was a lock of faded, red hair. I picked it up, stroking the silky strands.

“What did you wish for?”

I looked up at the ruins of Canyonville and snorted in disgust. “I see my father didn’t save your town, so why would he save my wife?”

A wave of great anger welled inside me. I bolted to my feet and shouted my wordless disgust, anger, and despair. My voice roared through the night. I threw the box as hard as I could into a tangle of brush beside the crossroad. It crashed through the branches, snapping limbs. I panted as the fury left my body. I stared at the damage I wrought and…

I noticed something red through the gap.

Brow furrowing, I stepped toward it, curious. I peered through the tangle of branches and limbs, staring through the hole I’d punched to see the impossible. I blinked and shook my head. Had I gotten enough sleep? I couldn’t have seen that.

I peered in again, and she was still there. I could see a girl’s face pillowed on a bower of moss, her red hair spread out around her. The box had landed right beside her head, narrowly missing the porcelain beauty of her round face.

My anger vanished as my heart quickened. She was lovely. Enchanting. I felt drawn to her, an iron drawn to the lodestone. I pushed the branches aside and witnessed more of her figure. A gauzy, white robe clad her body, her naked form hinted at beneath the diaphanous cloth. She was round and lush. My cock hardened with a sudden swelling of lust.

She seemed asleep. It had been over a decade since Canyonville was burned to the ground, and some magic had preserved her. My father’s magic? Maybe Why was she here? Why would she wish to sleep in a bower of plants while her town burned?

I have to wake her up, my subconscious whispered. Like in that fairy tale Chase used to tell Reina.

I pushed into the bushes, heedless of the thorns that tore at my clothing and face. I didn’t feel them as I broached her sanctuary. The plants had grown around her, cocooning her from the world. The brush was so dense, no creature could have ever spotted her. I doubt even the rain touched her.

I knelt over her, caressing her freckled face. She was warm. Her breasts rose slowly, maybe taking one breath a minute. I slid down to her neck and felt a faint pulse flutter through her. It was barely there, her heart barely pumping.

“Were you left here for me to find?” I whispered. “Or is it just chance?”

Sleeping beauty didn’t answer.

There was only one thing to do. I leaned down and kissed her lips. I closed my eyes as I savored the delicate taste of her lips. They were warm and lush and sweet. I closed my eyes, kissing her with every fiber of my being.

My cock hardened as I savored her kiss.

But she didn’t wake up. I broke the kiss and understood. She needed more love than a kiss could give.

Love…

My heart beat faster. She had bewitched me. A spell seemed to have fallen over me. I loved my sleeping beauty. She beat in my heart with Reina, Queenie, and Sarah. My finger stroked down her smooth cheek to the nape of her neck. I brushed the top of her robe. I had to see her body’s glory.

I undressed her.

The robe whisked like silk beneath my hand. My heart pounded as I opened up the front, unveiling more of her skin until I stared in awe at her breasts. Round and soft, dusted with freckles. A gold ring pierced her left, pink nipple.

I couldn’t resist tugging on it gently. Her breast jiggled as I released it. A soft sigh escaped her lips.

Her body was pale and her hips curvy. I opened her robe further to expose her fully. I licked my lips at the sight of her shaved bare pussy, her slit tight and virginal. I trailed a finger down and brushed across her vulva.

Hot, damp excitement beaded her pussy lips while blood engorged her vulva, the outer labia growing plump as juices leaked out. Her clit appeared, peaking pink from its hood. I breathed in and smelled her growing musk.

I brushed her hymen. My cock throbbed hard.

I drank in her beauty as I stripped naked. Everything was driven from my mind except the need to have my sleeping beauty. I stripped out of my shirt and unlaced my boots. I dragged down my worn jeans and underwear, my cock popping out hard and eager for her.

“I’ll wake you up,” I whispered.

I caressed her cheek as I leaned over her. I kissed her again, my hard cock brushing at her thigh. She was so sweet and wonderful. I savored the feel of her lips against mine. I ached for her to move. To react and squirm.

My tongue darted over her lips, teasing her. I kept stroking her cheek while I breathed in the scent of her. My heart thundered in my chest. My dick ached. I had to do more than just kiss her. I had to love her.

“My sleeping beauty,” I whispered before I nuzzled into her neck.

I kissed and nibbled as I went lower, inhaling her sweet musk. I kissed at the hollow of her throat and then across her collarbone. I went lower and lower. I pressed my face between those delicious, pillowy tits.

I rubbed my face against her breasts. I savored the feel of them. I kissed at her inner slopes, my head twisting back and forth as I stared up at her sleeping face. My fingers kneaded her tits. I reveled in them, my dick aching more and more.

I lifted my head and moaned, “You are gorgeous.”

I circled her areola with my finger, spiraling in to brush her fat nipple. She let out another sigh. I smiled then leaned down and sucked her nub into my mouth. She sighed louder as I sucked on her hard nipple.

What a beautiful sound.

Emboldened, I sucked harder, worshiping her nub with frantic desire. I needed to wake her up. My fingers found her pierced nipple. I played with the ring as I suckled on the other nub. I nibbled and nipped.

I swapped nipples, engulfing the pierced one in my mouth. My tongue batted the ring, twisting it. I squeezed her breasts and pinched her other nub. I loved her. I used every trick I knew to pleasure her breasts.

It wasn’t enough.

I licked down her breasts, tasting her everywhere. I kissed across her belly, moving in a sinuous line lower and lower. Her legs parted as I settled between them. Her sweet excitement wafted around us, filling the bower with her beauty. I tongued her bellybutton as my fingers caressed her pussy.

“Time to wake you up.”

I pushed her thighs farther apart as I went lower. I kissed down her stomach to the start of her shaved pubic mound. I neared that wonderful V where her hip narrowed, channeling my kisses toward her delicious pussy.

Her scent led me on.

I paused to admire the beauty of her pussy up close. Her labia were parted slightly, revealing her inner, pink folds and the hymen over her tunnel. I groaned at the sight, my heart thundering in my chest.

“You are gorgeous,” I whispered and licked up her slit, savoring her juicy delights.

My tongue reached her clit. I swirled around her nub, flicking and nibbling at her bud before I licked down her pussy again. I caressed her hymen and brushed her labia. I fluttered my tongue faster, teasing her.

Juices flowed. Her sweet cream coated my mouth and lips. I loved it. I savored them as I feasted on her. I licked up to her clit again. I nuzzled into her little bud and nibbled on it. Her body quivered, her breasts jiggling.

“Yes…” she sighed.

I froze and glanced up her body. She still slept, but her cheeks were flushed, and her eyes moved beneath her eyelids. I grinned and buried back into her pussy.

Queenie and Reina had taught me how to eat pussy. I didn’t hold anything back.

I licked and nibbled, I played with her clit. I drank down her ambrosia. She was so sweet. I had never eaten a woman as sweet as her. She was pure, virginal. My sleeping beauty had been placed here for me to discover, a gift from my father.

I sucked and licked. I nibbled on her clit. I stroked her pussy lips with my finger before I fluttered against her hymen. I felt that thin membrane dotted with little holes. Her virginal depths awaited me. My cock ached. Throbbed.

She needed to cum. I had to give her every delight I could.

I swabbed my finger in her juices and slid it down between the soft cheeks of her ass. Her thighs twitched as my finger pressed into her backdoor. I slid into her bowels. I loved the velvety grip of her asshole around my digit.

My cock ached and throbbed. My tongue darted up her folds. I licked and lapped at her. I stroked around her clit. I brushed against her bud. It twitched. I sucked on it. Her bowels clenched about my probing finger.

Another moan escaped her lips, her breasts rising and falling faster, jiggling as a shiver rolled through her.

“That’s it, cum for me,” I growled. “Bathe my face in your excitement. Let it wash out of your body and over me. Wake up, my sleeping beauty.”

I sucked her clit into my lips as I fingered her asshole. Her velvety, hot flesh clung to me. She gasped again, her head lolling to the side. She was so close to waking up. Her body shook and her back arched. Her thighs tightened about my hips.

Juices flooded my mouth as she came.

I drank them down, keeping my mouth glued to her pussy as her orgasm shuddered through her. Her moans and sighs were beautiful music. I licked and lapped, drinking up the flood, keeping her pleasure alive.

Her asshole writhed around my digit. I pumped in and out of her as she convulsed. She gave a final, shuddering gasp as my tongue lapped up her pussy. Then she collapsed onto her back, her breasts heaving. Her eyes fluttered, trying to open.

But it wasn’t enough to wake her.

I need to fuck her, growled my subconscious.

I crawled up her delicate body. I loomed over her, a rough beast above a sleeping beauty. I shuddered, shaking that thought for my mind. I wasn’t ravishing her. I was loving her. She had quivered for me. Cum for me.

I could tell she yearned for me.

I rubbed my cock against her pussy, feeling her shaved flesh, hot and juicy against my cock. It was such a treat. A heat that melted up my shaft. My heart pounded in my chest. I leaned down and nuzzled into her nose.

“Wake up, my sleeping beauty,” I whispered, staring at her closed eyelids. Her eyes moved beneath. “Wake up, my love.”

I kissed her and thrust my cock through her hymen. Her body bucked beneath me as the thin tissue tore. I buried deep into her tight pussy. Her juicy flesh quivered around me. I groaned as I pressed deeper and deeper until I was fully buried in her virgin sheath.

For a moment, I feared to move. She was around me. I savored her silky embrace. She let out the softest sight against my mouth. Her lips moved against mine. She kissed me back. Her eyelids twitched, spasmed.

Opened.

I stared into the green depths of my awakened beauty.

I broke the kiss and lifted her up on my arms to stare down at her. She blinked her eyes, and then a smile crossed her lips. She shuddered beneath me, her pussy clutching tight to me as this look of awe crossed her beautiful features.

“My Lord,” she moaned, “you have finally claimed me.”

She thought I was my father. “I’m not Mark. I’m his son.”

Her hands reached out, caressing my face. “Yes, I can see that. Darker skin, but you are just as handsome. My groom. I dreamed of you for so long.” Her hands pulled me down for another kiss as her body undulated beneath me.

Her pussy stirred around my cock. Her hands wrapped around my neck and her thighs around my waist, holding me tight. She gripped me, moaning into our kiss. She tasted so sweet, her breasts rubbing into my chest, her nipples hard, her piercing even harder.

I groaned and matched her rhythm, sliding my cock in and out of her tight depths. It was heavenly to pump in and out of her. To feel the silk of her passion. I shuddered as I buried into her again and again. I couldn’t stop the hot plunge of my dick into her pussy.

“Yes!” she moaned as she rocked beneath me, our hips moving in a slow, sensual pace. I shuddered every time my cock slid into her depths. “This is what I’ve waited for.”

“My father put you here for me?” I asked.

“Yes, my groom!” she moaned. “Oh, yes!”

“Rex,” I growled. “I’m Rex.”

“Rex! My king!” Her smile broadened. “Take me, Rex! Take your bride!” The virgin’s passions burned hot around my dick.

“Who are you?” I groaned, my hips speeding up. The aching in my balls grew. I needed to cum.

“Aoifa,” she purred, the syllables rolling off her tongue in a single, gorgeous lilt.

“Aoifa,” I repeated, failing to capture the music of her name. I would have plenty of time to practice. “You’re so hot.”

She smiled and kissed me again. Our bodies moved together. Her pussy squeezed around my dick as I plunged over and over into her. Her tight, juicy, hot flesh gripped me in heaven. It was an incredible delight to experience. A rapture that had me trembling. My heart pounded in my chest.

My balls smacked into her taint. I drove my dick into her hard. I felt her passion and responded. I gave her what she craved. Aoifa clawed my back, her thighs squeezing about my waist. She held me tight, her tongue dancing with mine.

Then she broke the kiss, her green eyes almost glowing with passion. “Spill in me,” she moaned. “I’ve been consecrated to lie with a god.”

“I’m no god.”

“You are! You’re His son. A demigod! Oh, yes! Take me! Touch me! Gods, yes!”

Her pussy convulsed about my cock. Her orgasmic passion bathed my dick in heaven. Her virginal moans sang in my ear. She bucked beneath me as she came. I drove into her writhing depths, savoring her about me.

I sucked at her pale neck as her fingernails clawed at my back. Her thighs pulled me in tight. She moaned and gasped in my ears as the pressure built and built at the tip of my cock. Every thrust brought me closer to that moment of pure climax.

“Spill in me! Give me your seed! I was born for this moment! My faith has been rewarded!”

My cock throbbed. I slammed into her cumming depths. I shuddered as I spilled into her. Our lips met as I groaned through my orgasm. My hips bucked every time a blast of cum flooded out into her virginal depths.

The pleasure slammed through my mind. I growled into the kiss. Her pussy milked me dry. My balls emptied into her. I hit that peak of rapture. That moment of pure ecstasy held in her wonderful embrace.

An eternity that lasted an instant. The bliss of release and shared passion.

I collapsed atop her. Our kiss grew sweet. I shuddered atop her, feeling her beneath me. She quivered as her lips worked against mine. Her fingers stroked my back. Finally, I broke the kiss and stared into her eyes, brushing back a lock of fiery hair from her flushed cheek.

“And where are my other spouses?” she asked. “Have you found them yet?”

“Reina, Sarah and…” My eyes closed as the hollow pit in my stomach returned. My eyes squeezed shut against the pain. “And Queenie.”

“She is the one who is sick?” Aoifa asked. “So she is the one I am meant to heal.”

My eyes snapped open. “What? How do you know that?”

“My three gifts for serving Them,” Aoifa smiled. “The first was to sleep protected from the Holy Liberation Army.”

“I know those assholes,” I growled.

“My second was to be a bride to a groom and his three wives.” Her smile grew hot. “And my third was to heal with my kiss.”

“We need to go,” I gasped, standing up. “She’s dying.”

Aoifa nodded. “Then let us depart.”

* * *

Aoifa Coughlan

I smiled as I admired my husband’s strength. He had brown skin; his mother must have been Hispanic, but he had the God’s blue eyes and jawline. My pussy ached with his love, and his seed leaked out of me. I grabbed my robes he’d stripped off of me, my body trembling with bliss.

“Thank you, Living Gods, for your great gift,” I prayed as Rex pulled on his jeans.

“That’s so weird to hear you pray to my father,” Rex said as he found his shirt.

“I am a priestess in Their Holy Church,” I answered, drawing on my vestments. “I had been groomed to be a virgin lover of your divine Father, but They departed this world for the next before I could.”

“I guess that’s lucky for me.” Rex grinned, then his face fell. “Come on; we can talk about that later. Queenie’s dying.”

“Right, my Lord,” I nodded.

“I’m your husband now. Call me Rex.”

I blushed. “Of course… Rex.” I was married to one of the demigods. My heart fluttered in excitement. “Are any of your wives also His children?”

“Reina and Sarah.” He grabbed my hand and yanked me out of the bower. My heart sped up. I was a bride to two of His daughters, too. I was blessed by the Living Gods. I whispered another prayer as we raced down the road toward Grazley Bridge. It appeared to have collapsed since I fell asleep.

“What is the year?”

“2074,” Rex answered. “I think it’s June 15th.”

“I’ve slept nineteen years,” I whispered.

I glanced over my shoulder. The ruins of my town were overgrown with wildlife. A great sadness filled my heart. I had wanted to save it, but it had fallen before I could even make my pact with the Living Gods. Besides, they had a new task for me.

With a deep and painful breath, I turned my back on my past. My future was with Rex and his family. Ahead, a pair of tents stood by the river bank. Near them was a woman wearing a gray robe and a white veil.

“She’s a nun!” I gasped in shock.

The nun looked up and hissed “Warlock!”

* * *

Reina Glassner

The shouts caught my attention. I glanced at Queenie. She was so still now. It wouldn’t be long before she died. So the least everyone could do was keep quiet and let her pass with dignity. I crawled past Sarah out of my tent and witnessed the most beautiful woman standing nearby.

She had flaming hair spilling about the shoulders of her diaphanous gown, her lush breasts bleeding through the thin fabric. My heart beat for her. She was enchanting, joining Rex, Queenie, and Sarah in my heart.

“Get away from her, Rex!” Sister Stella yelled.

Rex stepped between the redhead and the nun. I hadn’t even noticed him standing beside her. She was breathtaking. “You are not touching Aoifa.”

Aoifa… What a perfect name for the beauty.

“Why is there a nun with your party, Rex?” Aoifa asked, pressing against his back.

“Because there is,” Rex said, glaring at the nun.

“She needs to be exorcised,” Sister Stella declared. “She has sold her soul to the Tyrants.”

“One of those Tyrants is my father!” Rex growled. “He placed her here to help us.”

“To hinder us,” the nun spat back. “The Tyrants know we are trying to stop them.”

“What?” Aoifa gasped.

“She can heal Queenie!”

Rex’s words shot through me. I gasped, “Really?”

“I can,” Aoifa answered. “It is one of the gifts the Living Gods gave me.”

I trembled in awe. “You’ve met my father?”

“She’s been sleeping here for nineteen years, waiting for us. She’s here to help us.”

“Why would the Tyrants want to help us?” Sister Stella demanded.

“She’s healing my wife,” I declared and strode over to Rex, eyeing the nun. “So you stay away from her.”

“You can’t trust her. She’s a servant of the Tyrants! She’ll destroy us all.”

“I would not!” Aoifa screeched. “I follow the teachings of the Living Gods. I love all of mankind. I only want to help and heal. It’s you Christians who are the threat.” Aoifa pointed behind her. “We weren’t doing anything to harm anyone. We were just worshiping our Gods and loving each other. But you Christians butchered us! You slaughtered us.” Tears ran down Aoifa’s cheeks. “Everyone I knew and loved died back there! I am no threat!”

“Let her work, Stella,” Chase said. “Let her heal Queenie.”

“You can’t trust her, Chase,” Sister Stella spat. “She’s a trap. Somehow. Someway. She’ll destroy us.”

Aoifa’s eyes widened. “Holy Daughter?”

“Yes,” Chase nodded. “Though I prefer Chase. Especially if you are joining the family.”

“This is a mistake,” Sister Stella spat.

Chase took her hand and pulled Stella close. “Let her heal Queenie. We can figure out what to do after that.”

“Fine,” the nun said, standing stiff. “This goes against all the precepts of my order, but I will do this for you.”

Aoifa gasped in shock as Chase and Sister Stella kissed. I didn’t care. I seized the redhead’s hand and pulled her into the tent. Sarah was still by Queenie’s side, her eyes distant. I don’t think Sarah had even noticed the commotion.

“She’s beautiful,” Aoifa whispered, moving beside Queenie. “A fit bride for a king.”

“I’m no king,” Rex muttered as Aoifa stroked Queenie’s flushed face.

“Please, heal her,” I whispered.

Aoifa nodded and leaned over. Her lips pressed against Queenie. Red light flared, engulfing the pair. My eyes widened and I trembled. I clutched my hands to my breasts and sucked desperate breaths through my nose.

The light faded.

Queenie opened her eyes. They focused on Aoifa and she shuddered. “Wow, who are you?” she whispered. “You’re beautiful.”

“Your wife,” Aoifa answered.

The feverish flush had vanished from Queenie’s cheeks and temple. I watched as the restored Queenie pulled Aoifa down for a second kiss. I pulled back the blanket and gasped in delight. Her leg wasn’t swollen. The red lines following her veins were gone. I ripped the soiled bandages off Queenie’s wound and there wasn’t even a scar.

Just beautiful skin.

“She healed her,” I sobbed as Rex held me. “Our father knew. He loves us, Rex. He wants us to be happy.”

Rex held me and rocked me. Everything would be okay.

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