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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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Wednesday, June 20th, 2074 – Sarah Glassner – Eugene, OR

I was thrilled to see Eugene, Oregon still stood. Many of the small towns that lined I-5 had been gutted years ago. I shuddered to think about how many people were butchered by the Holy Liberation Army. It marched somewhere ahead of us. We saw evidence of their large campsites. They didn’t seem to be hunting us, but traveling with a purpose.

“They’re marching fast,” Chase had noted two days ago. “Armies often travel slower than this.”

But Eugene seemed fine. The city sprawled along either side of the freeway while the Willamette river cut through the town, and the bridge over it was still in great shape. So far, walking through the Willamette Valley had been a peaceful journey. The four days since Aoifa’s exorcism had passed uneventfully.

“We need to be careful,” Chase said. “If the Holy Liberation Army is in town, they may still be looking for us. Just because they’re marching somewhere with purpose doesn’t mean they’ve forgotten their soldiers we killed.”

“You killed,” Queenie whispered. “You never said how you did it, Chase.”

“I can’t die,” she answered, her eyes distant. “They could.”

Sister Stella reached out and squeezed Chase’s hand. They were a great couple, even if Sister Stella was a nun. I had been reading from the Glassnerian Bible some more. Sister Cuntrag, as the bible called one of the nuns, seemed like a terrible person until she submitted to my father’s will. And then she was written about in rosy terms before she was killed by Lilith.

But I couldn’t trust the book. It was full of half-truths. The Christians had always treated me badly because of who my father was. They punished me for his crimes which seemed at odds with their bible. But Sister Stella seemed fine. She never looked down at me or treated me differently.

And she did love Chase. Maybe they would marry and she’d be my sister-in-law.

The farms surrounding Eugene gave way to the town. At first, the buildings were spaced farther apart, with chicken coops and small pastures for dairy cows, but slowly the buildings grew thicker. A heavily-patched asphalt road ran through the middle town. The paving on side streets ended abruptly, like the town was ripping them up bit by bit to maintain its thoroughfare.

“They melt the asphalt to patch the main roads,” Chase said when she caught me staring.

“Oh,” I nodded.

We came to the Holiday Inn Express, a five-story building with gas lanterns out front, driving back the descending darkness. I smiled in relief. I hoped they had running water. I so wanted a bath that didn’t involve cold river water.

The inn’s doors were glass in metal frames. They were original doors, leftovers from the time when manufacturing could make so many wonders that had been lost with the Tyrants’ deaths and the chaotic wars.

“Welcome to the Holiday Inn Express,” greeted a plump woman behind a marble counter. “Travelers, huh?”

“We’re heading to see family up in Portland,” Chase nodded.

“You might want to be turning back,” the woman said. “The Holy Liberation Army’s marching north to war. Glassnerians took over poor Salem.” The woman shook her head, her jowls jiggling beneath her chin. “But the Army will cleanse it.”

“And Salem is in our path,” Chase muttered.

“I’m afraid so. I’d wait a good month or two. Let the Holy Liberation Army do their divine work and cleanse those demon worshipers from Oregon.”

I reached out and squeezed Aoifa’s hand. Her face had gone as red as her hair. She was still a faithful worshiper of my father and step-mother. We often snuggled up and read from the Glassnerian bible together. She had studied the holy book all her life as a priestess. She had been groomed to be a virgin for my father to deflower. Apparently, he popped one virgin a day before he died.

I bet Rex would love that.

“It’ll be okay,” I whispered. “Don’t listen to what she says. They weren’t monsters.” Even if Chase claimed they were. But she also had nice things to say about her parents. Maybe they were both Tyrants and Gods. They were good and bad, so maybe they were just humans trying to do what was best.

I hoped Chase would write the truth down. Everyone else that really knew my father had died with him.

“I hope Salem wins,” Aoifa hissed. “I hope they crush the Holy Liberation Army.”

“You need to be careful where you say that, wife of mine,” Queenie whispered, sidling up to Aoifa’s other side. “Okay?”

Aoifa sighed and nodded.

My heart thudded in my chest. War was ahead of us. What were we going to do? We had to reach Mount Rainier in a month. Would we make it in time?

* * *

Rex Glassner

“You are a bad boy,” giggled Darcy, the blonde barmaid.

“I am,” I grinned at her. “And I want to show you just how bad I am.”

“And what would my boyfriend think about that?” Darcy asked, her cheeks rosy. She was a buxom, young woman in a low-cut dress of blue that was trimmed in white. She waitressed the inn’s bar, a dimly lit room full of dark, wooden furniture.

“How would he know?” I asked her, caressing her fingers. “It’s just one kiss.”

“I think you want more than that.” Darcy arched a slim eyebrow.

“Well, you are such a gorgeous woman. How could I be satisfied with only a brief taste of your charms?” I pulled on her hand, bringing her closer as I leaned against the column. It was private back here.

She gazed into my eyes. “You are going to get me in trouble. I love him.”

“What does that have to do with this?” I asked, bringing her hand down to my crotch.

Her cheeks reddened. “Rex!” she gasped. “That’s not appropriate at all.”

“Nope.” My free hand cupped her cheek, pulling her closer. Her hand squeezed down on my cock. “But you don’t want to be appropriate tonight. You want to be bad. I can see it in your eyes. I can smell the excitement drifting from between your sweet thighs.”

“You are a wicked man. I have half a mind to throw you out.”

“And what does the other half want to do?”

Darcy’s smile grew wicked. “Find a cozy spot and find out just how well you kiss.”

I pulled her lips to mine. She tasted sweet. Her hand squeezed my cock again as her lips worked against mine. I stroked her cheek as I kissed her. I let go of her hand on my crotch and slid it around her waist. I found her ass. I squeezed her, pulling her closer.

“Oh, my, this is going too fast,” she breathed when she broke our kiss. “Why do you have to have those blue eyes?”

I grinned back. “So I can seduce pretty barmaids.”

“Oh, do you seduce a lot of barmaids?” Darcy asked. “Am I just another notch in your belt?”

“A sexy, beautiful notch. I’m going to enjoy every second making it, too.”

“Rex!” Reina snapped. “There you are.”

“Who’s that?” Darcy asked, pulling her hand from my crotch, her tone frosty.

“I’m his wife,” Reina said, marching up to stand beside Darcy.

“You’re married?” Darcy’s eyes grew hard.

“You have a boyfriend.” I shrugged. “That didn’t stop you.”

Darcy’s cheeks grew red again.

“And you have four horny wives all wanting satisfaction tonight,” Reina continued.

“Four?” gaped Darcy.

“I got distracted.” I grinned at my twin. “Isn’t she a beauty, Reina?”

“You have four beautiful wives.”

“But none are blonde.” I reached out and grasped Darcy’s hair. “Isn’t that perfect?”

Reina shrugged. “Then maybe you should have married a blonde wife.”

Tell Reina about Darcy’s tits. She hasn’t really noticed them yet. I bet she’ll love them, my subconscious whispered. “And her cleavage, Reina. Tell me that’s not a perfect set of tits.”

My twin sister glanced at Darcy’s cleavage. A smile crossed Reina’s lips. “I guess I can see how you got distracted.” I could see the same hunger birthed in my sister’s eyes that brimmed in mine. She put an arm around the barmaid’s shoulders. “Tell me, cutie, have you ever been with a woman?”

Darcy’s blue eyes widened. “What?”

“Have you ever eaten pussy before?”

“Lord, no,” she gaped.

“Want to try?” Reina arched her eyebrow.

“Right,” I grinned, sidling up to Darcy and grabbing her arm. “Want to have fun?”

Reina gave a wicked laugh. “Come along, cutie. I think I saw the perfect place.”

“But…” Darcy protested.

“It seemed like you really wanted to play with my husband,” Reina purred. “But to do that, you have to play with me first.” A wicked smile crossed Reina’s brown face. Her blue eyes twinkled.

“But… it’s a sin for two women to…”

“So is premarital sex.” Reina gave a wicked giggle. “And yet you didn’t seem to have a problem with jumping my husband’s bones. I don’t blame you; he’s got a lovely—and thick—bone to jump.”

Reina pulled Darcy to a small alcove along a dark hallway. I followed, my cock throbbing. Darcy gasped in shock when Reina pinned her against the wall, kissing her hard. The blonde struggled for a moment, her blue eyes wild. And then she relaxed into the kiss as Reina’s hand massaged her tit.

“So hot,” I grinned, walking into the alcove and unzipping my pants. I pulled out my hard cock, stroking it.

Reina seized my cock and brought it to Darcy’s hand. The blonde grasped my dick, wrapping it up in her soft fingers. I groaned as she slid up and down my girth. I shuddered in delight, my eyes closing as both women jerked me off as they kissed.

When I opened my eyes, I smiled. Reina was kissing Darcy hard. Their tongues danced as the blonde melted into her lust. I shuddered, my cock swelling and aching. My balls felt that delight growing and growing.

“Damn,” I muttered in awe.

Reina released my cock, leaving Darcy to stroke me alone. My twin sister had plans for her naughty fingers. They went to work at the lacings tying Darcy’s bodice closed. My breath grew heavier as I watched each knot come undone. Darcy’s dress parted, revealing the barmaid’s pillowy tits and fat, pink nipples.

My dick throbbed in Darcy’s stroking hand. The blonde moaned into Reina’s kiss, her hand sliding faster and faster. It was so hot to watch as my twin’s brown fingers massaged those ivory mounds. Reina kneaded them, her fingers sliding higher and higher to pinch those pink nubs.

“Damn, that’s hot,” I groaned.

Reina broke the kiss. “Just watch and enjoy.”

I grinned. “I always love to watch you.”

“Oh, Lord,” Darcy gasped as Reina engulfed a pink nipple.

My twin sister sucked hard on Darcy’s nub. The blonde shuddered, her dress rustling as she squirmed. My dick throbbed in her hand. She stroked up and down me, teasing me. My balls tightened, full of that hot cum.

I kissed Darcy. She moaned into my lips as Reina sucked with noisy passion. The blonde’s hand tightened on my cock. She pumped up and down my shaft with languorous motion as her tongue wiggled into my mouth.

I heard a wet pop. “Mmm, let’s have more fun.”

Skirts rustled and shifted. I broke the kiss to glance down. I smiled at the sight of my sister pushing up Darcy’s skirts. The blonde shuddered and stopped stroking my dick. She just held it as she stared at me in shock.

Reina’s head vanished beneath the blonde’s skirt.

“She can’t be,” Darcy gasped. “That’s so… Oh, my!” Her eyes opened and she shuddered.

“Is Reina’s tongue licking through your pussy?” I asked her.

“Yes!” moaned Darcy. “Oh, Lord. That’s… wonderful. I’ve never felt anything like that.”

“Doesn’t your boyfriend go down on you?”

“Not this good,” she groaned. “Oh, yes!”

“A woman knows where to lick.” I grinned. “So just enjoy yourself. She’ll make you cum so hard.”

“Yes, yes, yes!” groaned Darcy, her hips undulating.

I leaned down and sucked a nipple between my lips, nibbling on the fat nub. That brought another moan from Darcy. Her hand resumed stroking me. This time faster. I loved her nipple, dancing my tongue around it while the ache built at the tip of my cock. Her hand felt incredible.

I moaned around her nipple. I loved it. I sucked hard. My hand found her other breast, kneading the heavy mound. She shuddered, clearly loving my sister’s talented tongue. I bet Darcy tasted amazing. I groaned, picturing Reina’s face buried into a thick, blonde bush.

Darcy’s breathing quickened. “Oh, my,” she gasped. She let out sweet moans as Reina ate her out. “That’s… Oh, wow, yes!”

My sister’s licking grew louder. I could hear the noisy sounds of lapping. She was munching on Darcy’s sweet carpet. I groaned in delight around the barmaid’s nub, sucking hard. Giving her more and more pleasure.

Darcy’s hand fisted my cock faster. She panted now. I could tell she was coming towards her breathy orgasm. I pinched her other nipple. I sucked with one and played with the other, teasing her. The sounds she made were so naughty.

So stimulating.

“Oh, my Lord,” she groaned. “I’m going to… She’s going to make me… I can’t believe a woman is doing this to me.”

I popped my mouth off her nub and groaned. “Do it. Cum! Drown my wife!”

“Yes!” Darcy moaned. She hooked her arm around my neck and pressed me into her tits. “I’m so close. I’m so close to cumming.

The barmaid shuddered in delight. Her hand squeezed my cock and then stopped jerking me. She sucked in a breath, her breasts rising against my face. I sucked and nibbled on her nipple as she cradled me to her bosom.

She squirmed in delight. I sucked hard on her nipple. I wanted her to drown my sister. Darcy whimpered again. Her fingers tightened in my hair, pressing me into her breast. Reina lapped with noisy enthusiasm, feasting on the blonde.

“Keep licking me,” gasped Darcy. “I’m going to cum. Oh, yes! Oh, my Lord, yes! That’s it! Right there!”

Her body spasmed against the wall as she creamed my sister’s mouth. I popped my lips off the blonde’s nipple and kissed her. I muffled her gasps and moans. She thrust her tongue into my mouth as she writhed.

I heard Reina moaning her delight. I knew she was drinking down all the blonde’s yummy juices. They must be gushing out of the buxom woman as she trembled and kissed me hard. She still held the back of my hair, her fingers tight.

I kissed her as her trembles slowed and stopped. Darcy’s eyes opened. I broke the kiss and she had a big smile on her face. “Wow.”

“Yep,” I told her.

Reina rose, her face sticky with cream. She unbuttoned her jeans and worked them off her hips, revealing her shaved pussy glistening between her thighs. The sight of my sister’s bald twat always made my dick throb. I twitched in the blonde’s hand.

“Your turn, cutie,” Reina purred.

Darcy’s eyes widened. “What?”

“While my husband fucks you from behind, you get to eat my pussy,” Reina said and pushed the blonde down to her knees.

“But… but…” protested the blonde.

My twin seized Darcy’s hair and pulled the barmaid’s mouth against her pussy. Reina shuddered in delight as she smeared her hot flesh against Darcy’s lips. “Eat me, slut! You want to fuck my husband; pay the price.”

I smiled as I knelt behind Darcy. I winked at my sister as I hauled up the barmaid’s skirt. I exposed a pussy covered by a light down of blonde hair, her juices coating the strands. What a lovely sight. I just had to be in her.

“Come on,” Reina muttered.

I rubbed my cock against her pussy. First, her silky hairs brushed my cock. Then I felt the hot folds of her twat. I groaned as I rubbed my crown against her petals. I found the entrance of her pussy and just pressed in the tip.

“She’s not licking me,” Reina hissed. “So you can’t fuck her.”

“Just lick her,” I said, moving my cock up from the entrance to nudge Darcy’s clit. She shuddered and moaned. “You’ll love it. Reina’s pussy tastes delicious. I love to eat her out.”

“But,” Darcy protested, “it’s so wrong.”

“You wanted to be bad tonight,” I growled. “So be bad. Eat her pussy while I pound you from behind.”

“I… I…” Darcy shuddered and pushed her ass back so the tip of my cock sank into her pussy.

It was so hard to yank out of her depths, but I did it. “Nope. No cock for your horny pussy until you start licking.”

Darcy paid the price.

Reina let out a moan. “Mmm, just like that. Slide your tongue through my folds. Don’t be shy. Really get in there and love me.”

My cock throbbed as I pushed it into Darcy’s hot tunnel. The blonde shuddered, squeezing down on me as I pumped my shaft in and out of her cunt. I groaned as my balls slapped into her clit. I drove her face deeper into my twin sister’s snatch. Reina shuddered as Darcy ate her out.

I grinned, my eyes locked on Darcy’s tongue wiggling through Reina’s slit. The blonde was getting into her first lesbian experience. She sucked and nibbled, bringing the sweetest gasps from Reina’s lips. She feasted on my sister. Reina shuddered and smiled at me, her blue eyes twinkling.

“Enjoy,” I said.

“You, too,” my sister answered back. “Oh, yes, yes, just like that, Darcy.

I shuddered, pumping harder. Darcy’s pussy sucked at my cock. She was tight and hot, and she knew how to wiggle her hips. She stirred around my cock, caressing me with her silky passion. This wonderful delight built and built in me.

It was incredible. A wondrous heat that would have me exploding. I shuddered and gasped, the pleasure surrounding my cock. I drove into Darcy as she feasted on my twin. Reina shuddered, her face twisting in delight.

“Damn, Rex, you know how to find the sluttiest women,” Reina moaned. “Oh, fuck, she’s going to make me cum hard.”

“Drown her with your juices,” I growled. “Just flood her mouth with your naughty passion.”

“Oh, yes!” growled Reina. “You’re going to get a mouthful of my cream.

I knew Darcy would.

I pounded her cunt as hard as I could. Her sweet flesh brought me closer and closer to erupting. To flooding her with spurt after spurt of my hot jizz. I groaned, thrusting deep and hard into her twat. I buried into her over and over again, her silky tunnel swelling the ache at the tip of my cock.

As Reina squirmed, I came closer and closer to cumming. My heavy balls smacked into Darcy. The blonde moaned into my sister’s cunt, licking and lapping. The barmaid’s pussy clamped down on me, squeezing.

“Oh, my god!” Reina gasped. “Oh, fuck! You ready, slut? You ready to drink all my juices down?”

“Yes!” Darcy moaned.

“Good, because…” My sister’s brown face twisted in rapture. “Oh, my god, yes, yes!”

I watched my sister buck and shudder, cumming on the barmaid’s face. I slammed harder into Darcy’s pussy at the delicious sight. My dick throbbed, my balls smacking hard into the blonde’s bush, nearing my own explosion.

“Oh, wow,” gasped Darcy. “I never knew. You taste so amazing.”

“What a slut!” I groaned.

“Right!” panted Reina as she shuddered.

My cock ached. Watching Darcy eat my sister to an orgasm made my balls boil. I pounded her harder and harder. Her sweet sheath gripped my cock, massaging me with her silky flesh. I groaned, joining my sister as she writhed and squirmed.

“Yes, yes!” gasped Reina. “That’s it! Oh, fuck, you have a hot mouth, Darcy! Drink all my juices!”

My sister bucked on Darcy’s face. Reina gasped and shuddered. Darcy drank down her juices, slurping with enthusiasm. Her pussy tightened on my cock. The blonde slut’s hips bucked back into my thrusts.

“Delicious!” Darcy moaned as her back arched. “So delicious. I’ve been sooo bad!”

She came.

Her pussy writhed about my cock. I drove my shaft into her convulsing twat, that amazing flesh bringing me toward the brink. Her moans were muffled by Reina’s snatch. I pumped hard, my balls tightening.

“Oh, my god,” Reina panted. “Cum in her, Rex! She’s moaning into my twat!

“Yes!” Darcy gasped.

I slammed deep into her writhing pussy. The friction was too much. I growled and unloaded spurt after spurt of jizz into Darcy’s hot, delicious snatch. I held her hips, grunting with each explosion. The pleasure jolted through my mind.

I stared into my sister’s eyes as I creamed the blonde’s cunt. I shuddered, sucking in deep breaths. It was incredible to enjoy. This wicked heat that would have my mind melting in rapturous delight. I drew in deep breaths, panting, my body buzzing.

I bet her boyfriend never fucked her that hard.

“Reina!” Queenie snapped out of the darkness.

I threw a glance over my shoulder to see my buxom wife stalk up. Her arms were folded beneath her. A look of fury was on her face.

“Hi, Queenie,” I said and grinned.

“I expected Rex to be distracted by a slutty barfly, but I thought better of you,” Queenie huffed.

“Sorry,” Reina panted. “But she’s never eaten pussy before. I just… couldn’t resist.”

“She’s great.” I grabbed Queenie and pulled her in. “Why don’t you give her a try?”

Darcy gaped. “What?”

“Time to lick another pussy,” I grinned, my cock growing hard in the blonde’s twat. “You might have to satisfy all four of my wives before tonight is over.”

“It’s the cost for fucking our husband,” Reina declared as she unbuttoned Queenie’s jeans.

“Sarah and Aoifa will be angry,” Queenie protested as Reina pulled Darcy’s face between her thighs. Queenie’s eyes widened as Darcy began to lick.

I winked at Queenie. “Darcy’s mouth will take care of their anger.”

Queenie giggled. “You’re so bad, Rex.”

* * *

Thursday, June 28th, 2074 – Reina Glassner – The outskirts of Salem, OR

We were the only travelers heading north on I-5 in the week since we left Eugene. Three days ago, a constant stream of people fleeing south had passed us, all complaining about the fighting in Salem. On the horizon before us was a pall of smoke that grew darker as the day passed. Soon the air was rocked by booms.

“I don’t think we can go any farther on the road,” Chase said, holding Alison’s reins. The pack mule didn’t seem to care; she just flicked her tail to clear the flies.

Woods surrounded us. The trees looked young. Much of the farmland of the Willamette Valley had gone wild. According to Chase, it used to be very productive land, but thanks to the wars, no one had been farming much of it.

“The trees will provide us cover,” Chase said. “We’ll just have to circle the fighting and hope we don’t get caught up by any screens or scouts.”

“Yeah,” Rex said, giving a sharp nod. “I agree.”

I looked at the rough terrain and muttered, “This is going to suck.”

“Yep,” Aoifa agreed. The redhead had grown used to walking and didn’t complain as much as she had the first few days. She glanced at the smoke, her face growing pale.

“I’m sure the Holy Liberation Army is losing,” I told her, giving her hand a squeeze. “The Glassnerians will win. They serve my father.”

I didn’t really believe that, but Aoifa gave me a smile. She clung to her beliefs like a lifeline. She had a hard time coping with the death of my parents. While she seemed my age, she grew up during the Theocracy, not the aftermath. She could remember big trucks driving up and down I-5 carrying food and supplies. The world must have been a safe, orderly place.

The chaos was a constant shock to her.

“Come on,” Chase said, moving down an off-ramp that led to some abandoned town. The signs were gone, and the buildings had been consumed by the wilderness. Another site where Glassnerians were butchered by the Christians.

We left roads behind, entering into forests. The smoke was blocked by the branches, but the drifting sounds of fighting penetrated the canopy of green leaves. The pace was slow as we circled out around Salem. By the time the sun set, we still hadn’t passed the town. We went maybe a third as far as we should have.

I was sore. Walking on uneven ground wearied you faster.

Salem was an orange glow on the horizon as we camped. Rex held Aoifa as she tried to ignore the burning. I couldn’t look away. So much death was happening because the Christians couldn’t leave my father’s worshipers alone.

It was such foolishness. The world had crumbled into barbarism because of intolerance. If there had been no fighting after my father died, the world would have gone on just the same. People would have medicine, food, electricity, and all the other marvels Aoifa and Chase talked about. Even planes. They could fly through the air and make the trip that was taking us weeks in hours.

Hours!

How marvelous.

Instead, they threw it all away for something as pointless as who worshiped what.

I crawled into the tent and fell unconscious in the pile of my spouses. We were all too tired and sad to make love. We just held each other in the press of flesh. I didn’t sleep well. I kept coming awake rolling over and sleeping for what felt like minutes before snapping awake again.

Sandpaper covered my eyes the next morning. Grit that wouldn’t leave, no matter how much I blinked.

The second day was like the first. We kept heading north. The column of smoke, glimpsed briefly in gaps of the foliage, kept us on track. We were beginning to pass the city. I was hoping we could angle back towards the highway by late afternoon.

I couldn’t wait to reach I-5 again.

Near noon, Chase frowned, looking around. “We should take a break.”

“What did you see?” Rex asked.

Chase grabbed her bow. “I think fresh meat would be nice. I saw a deer.”

“I’ll come,” Rex said.

“No, no. You stay and guard everyone,” Chase said, her cheeks flushed.

I frowned. Why were her cheeks flushed? “Maybe that’s a bad idea,” I said. “We’re losing time as it is.”

“And we need more food,” Chase answered.

“Fine,” I muttered.

“I wouldn’t mind the rest,” Aoifa smiled, sitting down on a log.

That would be nice.

“I’ll be back in a little while,” Chase smiled.

“Take care,” Sister Stella said, giving Chase a hug and a kiss.

“I will. Watch over my siblings.”

Sister Stella nodded and joined Aoifa on the log as Chase stalked off into the woods.

* * *

Chasity “Chase” Glassner

I stripped naked the moment I was out of earshot of my family and Sister Stella. Especially Sister Stella. Guilt twisted my stomach, warring with the heat boiling out of my pussy. Shadow stalked us in the woods. The demon had caught my attention, his burning red-yellow eyes boring into mine, stirring my excitement.

The demon did that to me. I couldn’t resist him. The moment those eyes caught mine, lust burned through me. I latched onto the first excuse I could think of to slip off on my own—hunting. I knew I would be cheating on Sister Stella.

Why did he affect me? Ever since the first time he took me all those years ago, my body ached for his tentacles and demonic cock.

I leaned against the tree, the bark rough on my back as I waited for him. Shadow prowled through the forest, slipping past the pines and firs, his demonic body reforging out of umbra. His tentacles undulated as the demon crept closer.

“Mmm, I’ve missed you,” I purred. “I don’t know what you’ve done to me.”

Shadow crept closer, his tongue licking his chops.

“Or what I did to you.”

I shuddered as he padded the last few steps to me. He was fully formed now, made of shadows but solid. Pine needles crinkled beneath his steps. He flattened a pine cone with a loud, splintering crack. My pussy clenched, my back rubbing against the bark, drinking in the sensation.

“Shadow!” I gasped as his snout nuzzled at my belly.

I stroked his rough hide as his tongue licked my stomach. Hot and wet. I shuddered in delight, my pussy clenching at the heat he stirred. His eyes stared up at me with passion. I trembled, the heat building and building in the depths of my cunt.

His tentacles surged around me. They caressed up my sides and wrapped around my breasts. They squeezed them, kneading them. I groaned. I still had the perky tits of an eighteen-year-old. Forever young.

Other tongues touched my face. I kissed them, loving their rubbery texture against my skin. I nibbled on his flesh and shuddered. His tongue caressed my bellybutton. I squirmed and whimpered, his tentacles playing with my tits.

“Shadow,” I whimpered again. “Yes.”

His tongue licked lower.

I trembled as that hot, rough tongue descended. My breasts rose and fell. I whimpered as his tongue brushed my shaved pubic mound. I tensed as his hot breath rolled over my pussy. He was about to devour me.

“Do it!” I moaned.

His thick tongue caressed the folds of my cunt. My toes curled. Pleasure raced through me. I gasped as his rough tongue wiped across every inch of my pussy. He stroked over my clit. The bliss electrified into my body.

My asscheeks clenched as I humped that wonderful tongue. His tentacles massaged my twat as I ground my pussy against his hungry mouth. This delightful heat raced through me. I shuddered, my tits jiggling in his appendages’ embrace. His tongue covered me.

“Mmm, you’re so wonderful, Shadow,” I moaned. I kissed at his tentacle stroking my face.

Shadow growled as he ate me. His tongue hungrily swiped through me. He teased my labia, stroking them, making me tremble. I bucked against him, my juices flowing.

His tentacles massaged my breasts. They climbed up to my pinnacles and found my hard nubs. I gasped as he caressed my nipples. The tingles rippled through me. More tentacles rubbed at my lips. I kissed them. One pressed into my mouth, and I sucked on him like a cock, savoring its rubbery texture.

Shadow’s tongue wiggled inside my twat. It was long and thick, filling me up. Pleasure rippled through me. His tongue caressed every inch inside of my pussy. He swirled it around inside of my twat. The pleasure burst through my nerves. I moaned around the tentacle fucking in and out of my mouth.

I whimpered in delight.

The tree groaned behind me, my back rubbing into the rough bark

The pleasure swelled in my core. Every thrust of his tongue into the depths of my pussy sent waves of bliss through me. The tentacles squeezed my tits as Shadow sensed my impending orgasm. His tongue became frantic, teasing my body like he was desperate for my climax.

Those wonderful strokes had me shuddering. He squeezed my tits and nipples. I sucked hard on the tentacle in my mouth. His tongue reached so deep into my cunt, wiggling around inside of me. I gasped.

My clit rubbed against his snout.

I exploded.

My pussy convulsed. Juices gushed out of me. Shadow drank down my cream while the rapture surged through me. Mighty waves of bliss carried the ecstasy to my mind. I bucked against him, the tree scratching at my back.

His mouth was eager, his tongue flailing through my cunt to find every drop. My pussy convulsed around his probing tongue while my body heaved. The pleasure hammered my mind. My vision blurred for a moment.

Rapture set me adrift in pleasure.

“Oh, yes,” I moaned, blinking out of the fog of bliss.

The tree creaked as Shadow licked up my body. I smiled as his rough tongue went between my breasts and then slid up to my neck. My chin.

My lips.

He kissed me, his snout rough on my lips, his tongue flooding my mouth. My tart, sweet juices clung to him. He planted his paws on either side of me, his cock nudging up my thigh, coming closer and closer to my aching hole.

I reached down and grasped his thick shaft. I guided him to my wanton pussy. I moaned into his kiss as he thrust into me. I shuddered as his cock filled me up. He was huge, stretching out my cunt. I clung to him as he buried into my depths.

It was bliss. Aching, wonderful bliss.

He drew back. I whimpered into the kiss.

Shadow rammed back into my cunt. The tree shook, pine needles falling down on me as he plowed my naughty cunt. His thick dick filled me again and again. My back burned as I writhed against the rough bark. But it only made me feel dirtier.

I let a demon rut in my body.

I loved it.

I hugged his bristling hide, my nipples rubbing against his rough fur. I locked my legs about his waist, humping against him. Every moment was pure bliss to me. The friction he churned in my cunt had me trembling. Groaning.

I whimpered into the kiss as he hammered my cunt with his hard strokes. He buried that massive, demonic cock into me again and again. The tree groaned louder, flexing and swaying as the monster took me hard.

He broke our kiss and growled his pleasure.

“Yes!” I moaned. “Take me! I love it!”

Shadow’s eyes stared into mine for a moment. There was such passion in those depths. And love. This demon loved me.

“You’ll always protect me, won’t you?” I moaned. “My big, strong, shadowy protector.”

Shadow barked and growled, nuzzling against my lips again as he hammered my pussy. His rough hide slammed into my clit when he buried his dick in me, sparking more and more pleasure through my body. I tensed, hugging him tight as I shuddered.

I came closer and closer to that wonderful climax with his every plunge. I shuddered, on the verge of my detonation. It was intense. My cunt clung to him. My pussy squeezed him tight, aching for him to fill me with his cock.

To spill his cum into my depths.

“Keep fucking me!” I howled. “Make me cum, Shadow! I love it! I love your cock! I love to be pounded by you! Oh, yes! You fucking stud! Pound me! Make me cum so hard!”

My pussy clenched down on his thrusting cock. I shuddered as the pressure swelled inside me. Shadow roared, his cock hammering harder and harder at my cunt. My pussy milked him. He was eager to cum in me.

He slammed hard and deep into me. More pine needles drifted around us as he snarled. He plowed me hard. My flesh couldn’t take much more of his demonic cock. That thick and amazing shaft would melt my mind.

“Do it!” I screamed as my orgasm rippled through me. “Cum in me! Give me what I need! Oh, yes! Oh, fuck! Yes, yes, yes, yes!”

My body spasmed against him. My pussy convulsed around his thrusting dick. He rammed into my cunt. The pleasure slammed through me. Hot bliss that struck my mind. Stars burst across my vision as he snarled louder and louder.

He buried his cock into my convulsing cunt and erupted.

His cum flooded me. I bucked into him, my pussy milking out every drop of his monstrous jizz. My fingers clawed at his flanks. I sucked in my breath as his cock pumped me full of his twat. I drained him dry.

This was one joy Sister Stella couldn’t give me. She couldn’t cum in my pussy like a man.

Or a demon.

My orgasm peaked. I hit that wonderful plateau of pleasure. I shuddered there, holding him tight. My nipples throbbed against him. I clutched to him, wanting to hold onto this moment. His cock fired that last spurt of cum into my depths.

Shadow licked my face as I came down from my orgasm. “You are such a wonderful demon,” I purred, stroking his face. “Amazing.”

The guilt returned as Shadow pulled away. There was a pond nearby where I could wash. Shadow watched me, lounging in the shade. His eyes drank in my beauty. I smiled at him as I cleansed myself.

“Can you get me a deer?” I asked.

* * *

Queenie Glassner

It wasn’t surprising when Aoifa began sucking on Rex’s cock. We were bored waiting on Chase. Her red hair spilled across his lap as she hungrily worked her mouth. I smiled, squirming in my jeans as I sat on the stump.

Reina eyed me. I knew what she was thinking.

I was about to stand up when the brush rustled.

“Fuck!” Rex groaned as he came down Aoifa’s hungry mouth.

“Chase?” Sarah asked as she stood up, looking at the brush. “Are you back?”

Three men burst out of the brush dressed in ragged, red jackets. Their faces were stained with soot and blood. Two carried rifles and the third had a spear. Sweat drenched their faces. They frowned when they saw us, their eyes scanning with hungry delight.

“Are you from Salem?” Aoifa asked. “How goes the battle?”

“We lost,” one shrugged. “Time to get moving.”

“But not without some fine company,” the other said, a grin spreading across his waist. “How would you women like to convert to the true faith.”

“I already worship the Living Gods,” Aoifa said. “And my husband is His son.”

“Right,” snorted one of the soldiers. “Well, if you’re a worshiper, then come with us. We could use some feminine company.”

“These are my women,” Rex growled, standing up and marching forward.

“You don’t need so many,” the spearman growled. “Don’t be selfish and share the love.”

Rex punched him hard. The spearman stumbled back, tripping on the haft of his weapon. Rex growled and lunged forward, grasping the wooden shaft and slamming it into the spearman’s nose. The soldier nearest me raised his gun and swung it around to shoot my husband.

“No!” I shouted and leaped at him. I crashed into his back, wrapping my arms around his neck.

“Get off me, cunt!” roared the soldier. He thrashed around, the world turning to a blur as he tried to toss me off.

I tightened my grip, my fingernails ripping at his face. He screamed in pain and struggled harder, dropping his rifle to rip at my hands. I gasped in pain as his strong grip bent my wrist back. I screamed as he shrugged his shoulders.

I tumbled off him.

“You fucking whore!” he snarled, his face bloodied by my fingernails.

A gun cracked in the background. Reina and Sarah had tackled the last soldier and fought for his gun. I couldn’t worry about them as the soldier I grabbed now advanced on me. I stood up and lunged in at him. But he seized my shoulders, twisting me around.

“I’m going to enjoy fucking your sweet snatch,” he hissed in my ear.

“No!” Aoifa roared and barreled in. “That’s not how a Glassnerian acts!”

The redhead tackled the soldier, wrapping her arms around his waist. The soldier struggled to throw her off and hold me. I kicked with my boots, striking his shin and bringing grunts of pain from his lips.

Aoifa ripped a dagger from his waist and drove it into his gut. I gasped in shock as the soldier’s face suddenly became so young. Aoifa drew the dagger back and stabbed it in again, screaming in wordless rage.

The soldier let go of me and collapsed onto the ground. Aoifa snarled and drew her dagger out and slammed it in again, tears running down her cheeks. The soldier grunted and gurgled, blood leaking out of his lips.

“Aoifa,” I gasped, hugging her. “You can stop. He’s dying.”

“We don’t force people!” Aoifa screamed at the dying man. “We’re not the Christians. We’re supposed to love each other.”

“I know.” I hugged her and scanned the battlefield. Rex had killed the soldier he fought by ramming the man’s own spear into his chest. The last soldier was running as Reina aimed the gun at his back. She fired, the gun cracking loud, but she missed him. “It’s okay.”

Aoifa sobbed on my shoulder as her bloody hands gripped my shirt.

Chase burst out of the woods, a dead doe slung over her shoulder. “What happened? I heard the…” Her voice trailed off as she surveyed the two dead soldiers. “Oh, no. I shouldn’t have gone off.”

“It’s fine,” Rex said. “We’re fine. Right? Is everyone fine?”

“Yeah,” I nodded, trying not to look at the dead soldier.

* * *

Saturday, June 30th, 2074 – Sarah Glassner

Everyone was still quiet when we woke up the next morning. We camped a few miles from where we fought the soldiers. Even though we had fresh venison, no one was excited. Chase was silent, clearly feeling guilty that we’d been attacked while she was out hunting, and Aoifa just stared at the fire.

I marched beside Aoifa as we headed out. We were cutting back to the road. The smoke rising from Salem didn’t seem as dark. The Holy Liberation Army had won again. I only feared how many were killed by their zealous fires. Aoifa seemed more alive today than she had last night, but she still looked shadowed, her beauty dimmed. Killing had really twisted her up inside.

“The Gods will understand,” I had told her. “The soldiers were the ones breaking the commandments. You just did what you had to.”

“I know,” Aoifa had answered, her voice tight. “But that doesn’t make it right.”

My wrist still ached. I had twisted it wrestling to get the gun away. Reina carried that gun, and Rex had the other. We didn’t have many bullets, only two in Reina’s gun and four in Rex’s. But they would be better than nothing.

Near noon, the forest thinned and we caught glimpses of the concrete highway. I was excited to be back on the road and out of the slow woods. We all moved faster as the forest gave way to abandoned farms. People were fleeing down the freeway, refugees of Salem. We found an on-ramp and climbed back onto the highway. A faded sign proclaimed Portland was coming up.

“Is that at the sea?” I asked.

Chase shook her head. “It’s where the Willamette empties into the Columbia River. We’ll cross into Washington State when we cross the Columbia.”

“Oh,” I nodded. “Is that Mount Rainier?” I asked, pointing at a white peak.

“Mount Hood,” Chasity corrected. “We won’t see Rainier until we’re in Washington State.”

“Oh. Do you think we’ll make it in eighteen days?”

“Hopefully,” Chase nodded. “If we don’t have more delays.”

I swallowed. The delays we’d had nearly cost us everything. What would our future hold?

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