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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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Monday, July 2nd, 2074 – Sarah Glassner – Outskirts of Portland, OR

I couldn’t sleep. We would be entering Portland in the morning. The city looked ruined, the half-destroyed buildings stretching for miles and miles toward the blue line of the Columbia River. For such a major city, it was terrifying that it wasn’t as well-maintained or even inhabited. No travel seemed to come from the city. There were probably bandits occupying it, but we had no choice but to go through the devastation. It would take days to hike up or down the river to the next bridge. Time was growing short.

My teeth chattered. I prayed to my father, to God, to anyone who would listen to protect us as we crossed through the ruined city. Washington State was on the other side of the river. I couldn’t wait to get out of war-torn Oregon.

“Still can’t sleep?” Aoifa whispered as she pressed against my right side, her round, freckled breasts rubbing against my side.

“No. I’m too tense.”

“You need to relax,” Aoifa smiled, her hand sliding up to cup my lactating breast. Her fingers swirled around my nipple, the nub hardening. “The Gods will watch over us. You’re His daughter. He wants this trip to work.”

“Why?”

“We’ll aide Their rebirth,” Aoifa smiled. “Chase will realize how wrong she is and welcome her parents. It will be amazing.”

I swallowed. Did I want that? The world was so much better when my father and his wife were in control. And I would be a demigoddess. People would worship me. I would have all the luxuries that I could ever want. I would never have to be afraid of my heritage.

“I guess that sounds nice.”

“Of course it does,” purred Aoifa as her lips nuzzled into my neck. “Now let me help you rest, divine wife.”

I shuddered as her fingers pinched harder at my nipple, a drop of my milk beading out. She scooped it off onto her fingertip and smiled in delight. She held it up between us. I bent down and sucked the treat off her digit. I savored the creamy, sweet flavor of my breast milk.

Aoifa smiled. She purred as she nuzzled her lips into my breast. She kissed as she worked down to my nipple. I groaned as I lay in our tent, the other three sleeping as we shared this naughty pleasure. Her lips reached my areola.

Everyone loved my breast milk. And I loved sharing it.

Aoifa’s lips latched onto my nipple. She suckled, my milk squirting into her hungry mouth. My body shuddered as the pleasure rippled through me. It ended at my pussy. The juicy delight fanned to life.

I held her, my hands stroking through her fine, fiery hair. The redhead nursed with hunger. My toes flexed and curled as she suckled. I rubbed my thighs together, my pussy aching. I moaned softly. I didn’t want to wake up Rex, Reina, and Queenie.

Morning would be the start of a long day.

Aoifa’s hands crept down my belly. Her touch was light and naughty. She dipped into my bellybutton. I shuddered at her dancing touch. She went lower and lower. Her touch set my blood on fire. She reached my pubic mound, crossing my shaved flesh.

Aoifa pressed her hands between my thighs.

I parted my legs for her and shuddered when her fingers found my wet pussy. She suckled hard at my aching nipple, my milk squirting into her hungry lips. I closed my eyes, my fears melting away as the delicious delights of Aoifa’s fingers and lips filled me with bliss.

“You are so wonderful,” I moaned, stroking her fiery-red hair. She had such exciting hair. The hue gave her such vibrancy.

Aoifa popped her lips off my nipple. “And you taste delicious.”

I gasped as her fingers pushed into my dripping pussy. I shuddered and bit my lip as a gentle wave of pleasure washed through me. Aoifa lowered her lips, suckling eagerly. My eyes fluttered. I squirmed in delight as she stroked me. Teased me.

Did such naughty things to me.

Her fingers plundered faster and faster as she nursed at me. My pussy clenched down on her digits, loving every second of her hunger. I breathed in, smiling. It was such a wonderful treat to enjoy. I would have such an amazing orgasm beneath her stroking touch.

Reina rolled over in her sleep and snuggled her body into my back. She held me while I enjoyed her soft breasts rubbing on my skin. It was such a delight to enjoy as Aoifa fingered me. The redhead thrust her fingers deep into me.

I moaned again, my hips bucking and squirming as the pleasure built and built. Reina sighed as she held me in her sleep. I shuddered, the pleasure building and building as Aoifa’s fingers thrust faster and faster in and out of my cunt.

“Yes,” I whispered softly, needing to express what I felt.

Aoifa took a hard, long suck, filling her mouth with milk. She popped her mouth off my nipple. Her green eyes twinkled as she moved up and planted a kiss on my lips. Her tongue thrust into my mouth, sharing my breast milk with me.

Our tongues shared the delicious treat. That wonderful, creamy milk melted in my mouth. It had this sweet flavor, far better than cow’s or goat’s milk. I savored it, my tongue dancing with hers as her small breasts brushed mine.

My pussy clenched in delight. Her thumb caressed my clit.

I whimpered into her mouth as she rubbed my clit. We snowballed my breast milk as my orgasm swelled fast. My cunt clenched down on her digits as they plundered me. I trembled in Reina’s embrace, my younger sister’s breasts rubbing on my back.

I couldn’t take much more of this. I loved sharing my breast milk with Aoifa. My clit throbbed.

Her thumb rubbed harder.

I came.

I squealed into her mouth. My body bucked and spasmed as the pleasure rippled through me. The waves sloshed through my body and inundated my mind. I whimpered. Aoifa fingered me harder. She sent new waves flooding through me.

They were incredible. I embraced them as each swell of rapture carried me higher into bliss. Her tongue danced with mine. Her sweet kiss muffled my moans. I felt so loved as my pleasure washed through my body. The flavor of my sweet and creamy breast milk lingered in my mouth.

I hit that peak of bliss. Hung there for a wondrous moment.

“Oh, damn,” I panted as Aoifa broke the kiss. My pleasure died. “You naughty wife.”

Aoifa winked at me. “Just loving you the way your Father would have wanted.”

“Grab the strap-on,” I moaned. “And let me love you back.”

“Oh, yes,” Aoifa shuddered, leaning over to grab it from beside our blankets.

She thrust the harness at me. We had found it in ruins before we ever ran into the damned Holy Liberation Army. I slipped it over my feet and worked it up my thighs. It was a little awkward with Reina cuddled up against me.

She was so cute as she slept. After I had the strap-on properly in place, the base of the dildo rubbing on my clit, I twisted around and planted a quick kiss on Reina’s lips.

She mewled in her sleep. So cute!

Aoifa stretched out beside me and spread her thighs. In the faint light bleeding through our tent, I could see the juices glistening on her pussy lips. I pulled away from Reina’s sweet embrace and moved over Aoifa. I settled between her thighs, hungry.

I darted my head down and nuzzled into her bald twat. I couldn’t resist taking a quick swipe through her sweet pussy lips. Aoifa gasped and arched her back as the pleasure trembled through her. She whimpered and groaned.

It was such a delicious sound to hear.

“If you eat me, I’ll scream,” Aoifa moaned. “And wake everyone up.”

“I can’t have that,” I giggled, sliding up her body. I hefted my right breast, still full of milk. “Here’s a pacifier for you.”

Aoifa greedily reached out and grasped my breast. Her mouth locked onto it. I shuddered as she suckled, her cheeks hollowing. My milk squirted into her mouth as I brought the tip of the dildo against her juicy pussy.

I rubbed it up and down her slit, loving how she squirmed. Then I thrust the dildo into her tight pussy. The base rubbed on my clit. Sparks burst through my pussy still buzzing from my last orgasm. I shuddered, my ass flexing.

Aoifa moaned around my nipple as I drew back my hips.

Her high locked around my hips as my hips pumped the dildo in and out of her pussy. I shuddered with every thrust as the base of the dildo rubbed on my clit. That wonderful burst of pleasure built me towards that wonderful explosion.

My next orgasm.

“Aoifa,” I groaned as she suckled with hunger, her lips slowly draining my tit.

The dildo rubbed into my clit, setting off fireworks inside of me with every burst. Not a grand show like the old timers used to talk about on holidays, but a single detonation. A preview of the true delight to cum.

I gasped and shuddered in delight with each thrust. My pussy clenched, growing hotter and juicier. The pleasure built inside me. Her thighs gripped me. She moaned when I buried into her, her passion vibrating about my nipple.

“Damn,” I muttered.

Aoifa’s fingers massaged my tits as her mouth greedily sucked. My milk squirted into her mouth. Delight rippled down to my cunt, mixing with the fireworks exploding from my clit. Her hips bucked into mine as our bodies undulated together.

Those sparks of bliss, emanating from my clit and nipple, mixed together in the depths of my pussy. I shuddered, loving them. Chasing them. Aoifa suckled with hunger, my pussy clenching with her every nurse.

“That’s it,” I purred, my hips fucking her faster. “Drink your fill. Mmm, Mommy loves nursing you.”

Aoifa sucked harder, her body bucking beneath me. My pussy clenched at my kinky words, propelling my hips to fuck her harder and harder. Aoifa’s hands groped my breasts, her teeth nipping my nipple between sucks.

That felt so naughty. Strong sparks burst. Brighter fireworks. My clit responded, growing more and more sensitive as my orgasm built and built. I slammed my hips forward, driving the dildo deep and hard into her cunt.

“Your breasts feel wonderful,” I purred. “Mmm, you love it. You love nursing from Mommy.”

Her eyes danced with delight. My milk flooded her mouth with every one of her hungry gulps. My hips hammered her faster. The waves of pleasure rippling through me grew more and more powerful. I fought to keep from moaning loud as I nursed and fucked my wife.

“Drink deeply, baby girl,” I purred. “You need my yummy milk to be strong for tomorrow.”

Aoifa bucked beneath me. Her fingers dug into my teat and her moans were muffled by my nipple. I savored her pleasure. I loved making one of my spouses cum. My hips hammered her harder, my own orgasm building and building.

I buried the fake cock into her as she writhed. Her hot pussy juices spilled over the dildo and soaked my own cunt. I reveled in it. She squealed around my nipple. She suckled hard, drawing out so much of my cunt.

“Yes! You’re making Mommy feel amazing!” I purred. “Yes!”

My orgasm burst through me.

The full firework show detonated inside of me. Colorful pleasure erupted and exploded. Rapture showered through me like the burning sparks raining across the sky. I loved it, burying the dildo deep into her cunt.

I shuddered and thrashed atop her. I drew back my hips and slammed the dildo deep into her over and over. New detonations burst through me. The pleasure consumed my body. I clenched my teeth, fighting down the urge to scream.

The firework display hit the grand finale of ecstasy. I quivered atop her, loving every moment of it.

Then it ended.

I collapsed on Aoifa. She held me, nuzzling at my neck. I felt so relaxed. My eyes closed, and I drifted off to sleep in Aoifa’s arms.

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Tuesday, July 3rd, 2074 – Rex Glassner

I held the rifle I liberated from the soldier outside Salem in my arms. It only had four bullets. I wished I had more. It was a bolt-action rifle. Reina stood nearby, gazing down into Portland, a smaller caliber rifle in her arms. It was semi-automatic. She would empty the two shots in the weapon’s magazine in a heartbeat.

I hoped we wouldn’t need them.

Sarah and Aoifa held hands as they joined us. Sarah’s face seemed pale, but Aoifa whispered encouraging words to her. She was probably quoting scripture from the Glassnerian bible. Aoifa had her faith in my father and step-mother.

I didn’t. I had faith in my family traveling with us.

“We need to be quiet,” Chase said as she looked at the city. “It appears empty, but I doubt it. Let’s not attract notice.”

Sister Stella nodded. Today she held Alison’s bridle. Chase had her bow out and the string limbered, a quiver of arrows dangling from her belt on her left side. My older sister scanned the city. The Willamette River was a blue snake winding through the ruins, leading north to the Columbia off in the distance.

I couldn’t believe how wide it was. I didn’t know a river could get that wide. I’d seen lakes that weren’t as big. A bridge spanned the mighty river, looking green and gray from here. Washington was on the other side. Mount St. Helens loomed in the distance across the river, its peak looking half-collapsed.

“Let’s do this,” Queenie whispered, coming up alongside me. “I want to get out of Oregon.”

I nodded, giving my wife a playful nudge of my shoulder. “We’ll stroll through Portland, and by this afternoon, we’ll have left behind this awful place.”

Queenie nodded.

Chase led the way, her eyes scanning as we entered the outskirts of Portland. The houses were wooden, one or two stories, their roofs half-collapsed and their yards jungles of grass that obscured much of the homes. The asphalt of the road was cracked, wild grass and weeds growing out of any crevasse or hole. Roots of trees pushed up bulging lines across the roads.

We encountered barricades across I-5. They seemed suspicious. Chase didn’t like it, and I agreed with her. We descended on an off-ramp to the narrower streets of the city, moving through the half-overgrown ruins.

Birds chirped happily in the trees above us while gray-furred squirrels scampered and played. The day grew warmer and warmer as the sun rose. It would be a hot day. Heat danced above the broken asphalt. Bees buzzed around the flowers, happily pollinating, not caring that civilization had ended in Portland.

Keeping a constant vigil was taxing. A headache began to spread across my temples, and it became harder and harder to keep scanning around, looking for any sign that we were in trouble. The residential neighborhoods gave way to the city center. Rusting cars, their tires all flat and rotten, lined streets. Windows were broken and colorful graffiti covered everywhere.

I was beginning to think Portland was deserted when the woman screamed for help.

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Reina Glassner

“Help! Please!” a woman screamed, startling all of us.

We were deep in the city’s heart. Tall buildings loomed around us, made of concrete and steel. Rusting stains dripped down the buildings while creeping vines crawled up them. Faded signs adorned them, proclaiming stores and restaurants that had long been abandoned.

I cast my gaze, looking for the woman.

“I’m hurt! Someone! Anyone! I need help!” sobbed the woman.

I spotted her down an alley. She was at the next block over, lying in the middle of the street, clutching her injured leg. She was young, her hair blonde. Her cries for help tore at me. I ran towards her.

“She’s over here!” I shouted.

“No! Stop!” Chase shouted behind me.

I was halfway down the alley littered with garbage and rusted bins when I stopped and turned back. “What?” I asked. “Why?”

“It’s a trap!” Chase yelled, motioning with her arm for me to come back.

I glanced at the girl. She wasn’t alone any longer. I didn’t know where the man had come from, but he aimed a gun at me. I squeaked in fright and raised my rifle. I pulled the trigger. The gun barked twice, kicking into my shoulder as I kept squeezing the trigger.

Both my shots missed.

The man fired back. Concrete dust exploded as the bullet struck the wall near my head. An arrow buzzed past me and took the man in the chest. He fell with a gurgling sigh. I threw my gun away, turned, and ran back down the alley. More gunshots rang out.

I screamed, ducking my head.

“We need to move!” Chase shouted, pointing up the street as I burst out of the alley.

She fired another arrow as I ran up the street in that direction, unable to think of anything but flight. Sister Stella was already leading Alison the pack mule in that direction. I slowed by her, panting and shaking.

Rex ran up next to me, holding his rifle. He suddenly stopped and aimed it, firing and working the bolt action. His shots kept missing a dirty man covered in rags who had burst out of another alley. This man held a club. The rifle clicked every time Rex pulled on the bolt action to chamber another round.

“Come on!” Rex groaned as he chambered the last bullet. The wild man raced right at us, his beard tangled with filth.

Rex fired. The wild man screamed, clutching at his belly as he fell. Rex tossed his empty rifle down and grabbed my hand. I squeezed my twin’s hand as we raced to catch up with Sarah, Aoifa, and Queenie.

“Keep running!” Chase screamed behind us.

With a flash of golden light, Chase appeared beside us. She could teleport with her powers, but she could only take with her what she could hold and, for some reason, never a person. Why were we even with her? If she was alone, she could just teleport to Paradise and stop our father’s rebirth.

Bullets cracked behind us. I hunched my shoulders as we ran, dodging around rusted cars and fallen poles of wood tangled with black wires. I threw a glance over my shoulder. The blonde woman had found a gun and fired at us as she chased. Bullets pinged into rusted cars and crashed into buildings.

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Chase Glassner

“Keep going!” I told the twins as I turned.

Bullets whizzed past me as I drew back my bow, an arrow knocked, and fired. I took the blonde woman in the throat. She crashed to the ground, rolling in a heap as she gurgled in pain. The other bandits kept running, shooting on the move.

If they had bothered to stop and aim, we would have been in real trouble.

I fired a second arrow, taking a bandit in the hip. He stumbled, crashing into a car. His fellows left him behind as he screamed in pain. He ripped out the arrow and blood pumped out of his wounds, squirting through the air. I must have hit the femoral artery.

I summoned the Light and rose into the Heavens before I flashed back down two blocks up the street beside the twins. A horn sounded behind us, a low, rolling tone that seemed to vibrate the air. It echoed through the ruins.

Another horn answered and a third.

Horns bellowed from all directions.

“How many of them are there?” gasped Reina, throwing another look.

“No idea!”

I had five arrows left. I turned. I drew and knocked another, spotting a bandit. I aimed. A bullet struck my hip. I didn’t flinch as the pain burned through me. I wanted them to shoot me. I could take the pain. I loosed my arrow and caught my target in the chest.

“Cunt!” a voice screamed.

I jumped, turning to my right as a filthy, wild-haired woman leaped out from behind a car, a wicked-looking dagger in her hand. She slammed into me, her brown hair whipping into my face as we fell to the ground, her dagger thrusting in and trying to stab me.

“Get off me!” I snarled, grabbing her dagger.

She spit in my face. Her breath was foul and her teeth rotten. I headbutted her, breaking her nose and throwing her off of me. I rolled to my feet just in time for a big brute to swing a two-by-four at my head. I ducked the plank and punched the man in the gut.

He didn’t even feel it.

“Gonna enjoy you, cunt,” hissed the big man. He had a huge boil along the side of his nose oozing puss.

I shuddered in disgust.

The big man drew back his two-by-four as the filthy woman scrambled to her feet, blood pouring out of her nose and staining what may have been a blue dress. It was so filthy, I couldn’t be sure. I fell into a crouch. More bandits were rushing me.

Perfect. My family would get away while they focused on me.

And then the shadows moved.

A man screamed as tentacles wrapped around him, ripping off his head. My demonic lover crashed into the big man, his jaws crushing my would-be rapist’s head. Shadows eyes met mine, burning with his love for me.

“Thanks.” I smiled at him. “I love you.”

I said the words without thought. I didn’t even have time to consider them as the filthy woman stabbed at me. I caught her hand, twisted her wrist, and ripped the knife from her grip. I shoved her back and then flashed into light and appeared beside Sister Stella.

“What is that thing?” the nun asked, her eyes narrowing. “Where did the demon come from?”

“I don’t know,” I lied. “Let’s keep going.”

“Why is a demon attacking them?” Sarah demanded as the man screamed behind us.

“Your Father sent him,” Aoifa breathed. “I told you. He ensures that we reach Paradise. We shall be the instruments of the Living Gods’ rebirth.”

“That’s impossible,” Sister Stella spat, staring at the Shadow.

“It doesn’t matter!” I snapped. “Do you hear the horns? More are coming. We need to keep going. We need to cross the Interstate Bridge and get out of this city and into Washington.”

Sister Stella glanced at me and I flushed. I hated lying to my lover. But I didn’t want to speak about Shadow to her. I was afraid she’d realize that I was coming to love the demon. He was always there for me, protecting me. My heart beat faster. I grabbed Sister Stella’s hand, giving her a squeeze.

“Come on! Let’s get going.”

Sister Stella nodded. She ran behind me, pulling Alison along. The pack mule had no problem moving swiftly. She was a smart beast. She knew now wasn’t the time to be stubborn. Ahead of us, Queenie, Aoifa, and Sarah ran while the twins brought up the rear.

My side ached but we couldn’t stop.

* * *

Queenie Glassner

My sides split and my breasts ached. Running with big tits wasn’t fun. They bounced beneath my loose shirt, smacking into my chest and each other. Aoifa panted beside me, her freckled face flushed and matted with exertion.

Men screamed behind us. That scary demon pursued us, killing everyone that came across its path. The city of Portland was alive with bandits and wild men. They seemed to pour out of every street and alley, growing thicker as we neared the bridge. They each wore filthy rags, and it was often hard to tell the men from the women.

Sister Stella glanced back at the demon, her eyes narrowed. I made the mistake of looking back and almost threw up. The demon’s tentacles lashed out, ripping men and women apart, painting the ruined streets of Portland red with blood and viscera.

“Keep going!” Chase kept shouting. “And take the next left. We need to get back on the freeway.”

A faded, green sign hung over the street. A white arrow pointed to the left with the words “Northbound I-5” printed on it along with a list of cities and their distances: Olympia, Tacoma, and Seattle. I took the left, holding tight to Aoifa’s hand. Ahead, a car-choked on-ramp led up to the freeway.

Men waited on the on-ramp.

“Chase!” I shouted in fear, ducking behind a rusted car as they hurtled rocks and bricks at us.

Golden light flared behind me. I peered around the edge of the car. Rocks pelted into the metal, denting and scraping off chips of paint. From the sky, a beam of golden light slammed down into the middle of the attackers. Chase was amid them, swinging her knife.

The attackers roared, turning on my sister-in-law. I squeezed Aoifa’s hand as Chase’s shouts rose over the mob’s frenzy. She could heal any wound, but she still felt pain. Could still be incapacitated. Tears beaded down my cheeks as a sob trembled through my body.

“Chase!” Rex screamed out loud. “Do something, Sister Stella!”

“My powers are not useful in combat!” the nun cried back. “I’m no monk!”

The shadowy demon surged down the street, his tentacles painted with blood. A man screamed, still wrapped up in the appendages and seemingly forgotten by the rampaging monster. As the abomination closed on the attackers, it hurtled the man into the mass of bandits swarming Chase. I winced as the poor men crashed into the crowd. He was thrown so hard, his body had to be broken.

And then the demon jumped into the horde almost like it was trying to save Chase. Was Aoifa right? Was the demon sent by my father-in-law?

“Thank you for sending us Your defender and for all Your love,” Aoifa prayed beside me, casting her gaze up to the heavens. “I will walk through this dreadful city without fear because Your Divine and loving gaze is upon me. Thank you for sending me to be wife to Your Divine children. I am so grateful to be part of Your august plan.”

I shook my head at her.

An explosion boomed through the streets. I screamed in shock. A second one followed. A few of the attackers had broken free from the melee and hurtled grenades at the demon. The shadowy monster didn’t even seem to feel the explosions.

“Interesting,” Sister Stella said as she huddled nearby.

The demon left behind a pile of dead and went after the men throwing grenades. Its tentacles lashed out and ripped apart flesh. Chase flashed down from the skies beside us, golden light blazing from cuts and bruises. She almost shone with light from her many injuries.

“Come on!” she shouted, her words slurred. Her jaw looked crooked. “The way’s clear!”

I burst out of hiding, dragging the praying Aoifa with me. We ran for the sloping on-ramp. The shadowy demon leaped over us to charge at the bandits following us. It definitely wasn’t after us. We were going to make it. We reached the freeway and ran down the concrete roadway.

The Interstate Bridge lay ahead of us, a beacon of safety leading us out of the madness of Portland.

Rex bent down, grabbing something off one of the dead men. He clutched it in his fists. Was it a grenade? I didn’t care; I kept running toward the bridge. A loud, growling roar echoed behind us. I was too scared to look.

The bridge looked to be a mile long as it reached across the wide, blue river. There were actually two bridges, each identical and running parallel to each other. We were racing up the eastern span, crowded with rusted cars. The western span was strangely clear. Trusses, painted a fading green, supported the bridge as it crossed the river. The roaring behind us grew louder as we reached the foot of the bridge, racing out over the Columbia River.

Washington was on the other side. We would be safe.

“Fuck!” Rex called out. “Look at the other span!”

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Chase Glassner

“Dammit, that’s why the western span is clear!” I shouted. My entire body ached. Only my healing magic kept me going.

On the western span, rusted trucks and cars raced down it, spewing black smoke from their exhaust. The beds of the trucks were crowded with more of the bandits. They whooped and hollered as they pointed at us, brandishing cruel knives.

There was no way we could make it across before them.

I glanced behind us and saw Shadow flowing along, dancing between pools of darkness. His burning eyes met mine. I pointed at the other bridge. I hoped he understood.

He did.

Shadow launched himself from our bridge to the other. It was a majestic leap, full of his power. He didn’t land on the roadway but grabbed the trusses beneath. It stayed there, not climbing higher. I frowned.

Had he pushed himself too far? Were there limits to what he could do?

“Shit!” Rex cried out. “What’s the demon doing?”

Metal groaned. Shadow wasn’t resting; he just wasn’t going for the racing cars. He attacked the supports. I gaped, slowing to a halt as Shadow ripped huge chunks of steel from the bridge. A tremble ran through the structure. A wave washed across the concrete roadbed.

“How strong is the demon?” whispered Sister Stella. “I’ve never seen one with such strength.”

“I don’t know,” I said in awe.

The cars drew closer to the far bank as the bridge shook violently. The trusses groaned, bending under the weight as more and more struts were ripped out by Shadow. With a loud snap, the center of the bridge collapsed.

The destruction was catastrophic. It rippled out from Shadow. The bed of the bridge collapsed into the river as the trusses ripped apart at the rivets. Great fountains of water splashed into the air. The bridge failed faster than the cars could drive, a surging tide of destruction that raced at them. They neared the end, but it was too late. The bridge bed dropped out beneath them, sending the bandits plummeting into the Columbia below.

“Yes!” Rex cried out.

“Run!” Queenie shouted.

As the groaning, shearing stopped as the final parts of the bridge collapsed, I heard the rhythmic clap of hooves. More bandits galloped horses down our span. Rex tossed his grenade. It bounced down the span and exploded, ripping through a pair of horses and their riders in the center of the span.

We ran, weaving through the cars as the horses chased us. Guns cracked and bullets pinged off metal. We neared the other end of the bridge, all of us running as fast as we could. If it wasn’t for the cluttered junk on the span, the horses would have already caught up to us.

And then the bridge groaned and shook beneath our feet.

“What’s that?” screamed Queenie.

“The damned demon’s bringing down this bridge!” Rex shouted. “Fuck! Run faster!”

Metal groaned behind us. What was that stupid demon doing? We were still on the span.

“Go, go!” I shouted.

Horses neighed behind us. A great splash crashed through the air. Metal groaned louder. Parts of the truss crashed down before me. I leaped over the green-painted steel. More and more of the trusses buckled as the roadbed vibrated beneath my feet.

Rex and Reina made it across, turning around, motioning for us to come. Sister Stella was almost dragged across by Alison, followed by Sarah and Queenie. Aoifa pounded at my side, her face covered in perspiration.

The bed dropped two feet beneath us.

Aoifa fell forward, hitting the concrete hard and screaming in pain. The metal groaned. We were in the last section. I glanced behind us in time to watch the bridge collapse, taking the bandits and their horses down into the Columbia. Our section groaned, dropping another foot.

“Aoifa!” Rex shouted, leaping onto the collapsing section. He grabbed Aoifa with one hand, heaving her up and half-carrying her to safety. I grabbed Aoifa’s other hand.

We jumped. The bridge collapsed beneath us. We landed on the edge of safety, falling in a tangled heap on the far end. Reina, Queenie, and Sarah seized Rex while Sister Stella grabbed me, pulling me from the crumbling edge.

I looked behind us at the city of Portland, sucking in deep breaths.

“We made it,” Rex laughed as he lay on the ground. “Oh, fuck, we made it.”

I nodded my head, watching as the Columbia river rippled over the half-submerged sections of the Interstate bridge. We were in Washington. I was almost home. I stood up, my legs rubbery from the exertion, and looked around at the ruined city of Vancouver.

“We need to keep moving,” I panted, pointing at the railway bridge that crossed a mile away. “They can still follow us.”

“Yeah,” Queenie panted, helping Aoifa up. “I want to get as far away from that terrible city as I can.”

“Portland used to be such a nice city,” Aoifa sighed. “Such a loving place.”

I looked around. Shadow was nowhere to be seen. I knew tonight I would sneak off to find him. He deserved his reward for saving us today. My pussy clenched in delight. I wanted to experience my demonic lover’s passion again.

Sister Stella put her arm around my waist, snapping me out of my daze. Her kiss was hot and loving. I shouldn’t sneak off. I had Sister Stella to satisfy me, to love me. She was so sweet and gentle. But she couldn’t fuck me hard like Shadow. She didn’t have his strength or passion.

“Let’s keep going,” I smiled when we broke the kiss.

* * *

Reina Glassner – Six Miles North of Vancouver, WA

I found Rex outside, staring up at the stars, when I woke up to pee. I moved to my twin, snuggling up beside him. We were both naked. The night air was cool, the day’s heat a distant memory. I was so sore. I cuddled up to him, kissing him on the lips as his hand drifted down to my ass, giving me a squeeze.

“What are you doing out here?” I asked.

“I can’t sleep,” he groaned. “That demon. What was it?”

“I don’t know.”

“Chase ordered it to destroy the bridge.” Rex looked at me. “What’s up with that?”

“Maybe Aoifa is right. Our father sent us a protector.”

“Sent Chase a protector,” Rex corrected. “When she teleported, it came after her. It protected her.”

I yawned and shuddered. “Come on. Let’s go back to bed.”

“Do you think Chase is lying to us?”

“Why would she lie?” I asked.

“I don’t know.” Rex sighed. “What is going to happen when we reach Mount Rainier? Are we going to let Chase and Sister Stella stop our father from being reborn?”

“Yes.” I looked into my brother’s eyes. “Chase knows what she’s doing. I trust her. Now go to bed.”

“Why are you out here?” he asked, smiling as the moonlight painted my curves.

“Bathroom.”

Rex fell to his knees, grabbed my hips, and pulled my pussy to his mouth. He buried his face between my pussy lips, gluing his mouth to my slit. I shivered as he sucked and tongued me, his hands massaging my ass. I shuddered.

Peeing in someone’s mouth was so intimate.

I relaxed and released my stream of piss into his hungry mouth. It flowed out of me, leaving me shuddering. I trembled, my cunt clenching as it gushed into his mouth. I gripped his hair as I swayed, groaning in relief.

He drank it down with a mighty thirst. I moaned in delight. He swallowed gulp after gulp of my piss. I stroked his hair, shuddering atop his mouth as I forced my bladder to keep emptying him. I strained, loving this. I didn’t want it to stop.

“Rex,” I whimpered.

His hands squeezed my ass, pulling me tight. My stream petered out and then his tongue was lapping through my folds. He no longer swallowed piss but my pussy juices. My stream had died, but my incestuous passions swelled.

My twin brother licked and lapped at my pussy, cleaning up my folds. He was such a good brother. I slid my hands up my body, squeezing my breasts as his tongue slipped through the folds of my pussy. He caressed and pleased me.

I loved every second of his delicious tongue exploring my folds.

“Rex,” I moaned, my eyes fluttering in delight. “Love you.”

His tongue knew every wonderful spot to touch me. My clit. My labia. That delicious spot just inside my pussy hole. I shuddered in delight, kneading my tits. My moans sang out in the night air. I needed this after the excitement of the chase.

My ass clenched beneath his groping hands. My hips swiveled, rubbing my pussy on his hungry lips. I moaned out in delight. More and more bliss churned through me. His tongue darted into my twat’s depths.

“Oh, yes, Rex!” I groaned as the pleasure swelled in me.

“Reina,” he groaned, then tongued me harder. I could feel how eager he was to drink down all my excitement. He was such a great lover.

I loved my twin brother so much.

His tongue fucked into my pussy. His fingers kneaded my rump, alerting me to his growing excitement. His tongue swirled through me. The pleasure swelled in my cunt. I was so close to cumming. I groaned, squeezing my tits. I found my nipples and pinched them.

I threw back my head, staring up at all the millions of shining stars.

I hoped Father was watching us.

My orgasm exploded through me.

Rex greedily drank down all my excitement. My cream gushed out of me and into his hungry mouth. He loved pussy juices. He was such a horndog. Just like our father. He groaned as his tongue darted through my folds, teasing me.

Loving me.

I trembled, my entire body shaking from the delight he’d given me. I swayed, my fingers flexing and relaxing. He’d given me the perfect amount of pleasure. I rode the waves of orgasm higher and higher, climbing towards those stars shining above.

“Rex!” I howled.

I reached them. I floated through the dark heavens surrounded by an eternity of stars. I gasped and shuddered, drinking in the bliss my twin brother gave me. My head swayed from side to side. Stars danced before my eyes.

What a delicious treat.

The pleasure died down inside me. A few waves of pleasure fluttered through me, stirred by his tongue sweeping through my folds. Panting, I pulled away from Rex. My legs trembled from the pleasure. I glanced down and smiled at his hard cock.

I needed to be fucked.

I stretched out on my back, spread my thighs, and moaned, “Come fuck your twin sister.”

“You naughty whore,” he laughed, stroking his cock. “I love to fuck you.”

Rex moved between my legs. His smile was eager and his blue eyes twinkled in the starlight. I gasped as he thrust into my wet pussy, his hips slamming away. My tits jiggled at the vigor of his strokes.

He pounded me hard and fast. His cock filled me perfectly. We were the same flesh. Conceived at the same time. We spent nine months growing in our mother’s womb. I held him tight, reveling beneath him as I stared up the twinkling heavens.

“How beautiful,” Aoifa whispered. “Sibling love, especially between twins, is so special.”

I grinned at my wife’s naked body. I bet she has to take a piss. I’m so thirsty. “Do you have to pee, Aoifa?” I asked, licking my lips.

She nodded. “I drank so much water when we camped.”

“Come sit on my face.”

Aoifa smiled. “You are such a wonderful goddess.”

Goddess. I did like being called that. No wonder Father got caught up in it.

“Piss in her mouth!” groaned Rex. He rose, giving Aoifa the room to straddle my face.

I licked my lips as her shaved pussy descended to my eager lips. She planted her hot cunt on my mouth. I darted my tongue through her folds, savoring the sweetness of her snatch. My twat clenched on Rex’s thrusting dick.

Rex kissed Aoifa. I heard them moaning together. I shuddered, flicking my tongue through her juicy folds. Eager to find her urethra, my fingers parted her plump vulva. I found her pee hole nestled in her folds. I locked my mouth around it, sucking hard.

Aoifa squirmed atop me.

“Is that piss on your lips, my lord husband?” Aoifa asked.

“Reina’s,” groaned Rex, his strokes growing faster. “Let me hear you piss in Reina’s mouth.”

“Yes, my lord husband.”

Aoifa sighed and then a stream of her piss gushed out of her. I shuddered, savoring her tangy, salty urine flooding my mouth. It wasn’t strong, watered down, but I still loved it. The warmth. The intimacy of sharing this.

A strong flow poured into my mouth. I swallowed as fast as I could. The wicked heat of it spread from my belly, meeting the delight of Rex’s cock pumping in and out of my cunt. He thrust hard. Stirring me up towards another orgasm.

I reveled in the depraved delight of gulping down Aoifa’s piss.

I came.

Aoifa kept pissing on me as my pussy convulsed on Rex’s cock. My orgasm burned through me as I drank my wife’s piss down. It was so filthy. So deliciously lewd. I loved every second of it, the waves of rapture crashing through my body.

“Damn!” Rex groaned, fucking my convulsing twat hard and fast.

I moaned as I drank it, almost drowning on Aoifa’s flood of piss as my body bucked into Rex’s thrusts. He grunted, my cumming pussy massaging around his cock. Stars burst across my vision, my orgasm hitting that delicious peak.

The force of Aoifa’s piss diminished as my climax pierced the heavens again..

“Oh, my divine wife,” moaned Aoifa. “Thank you for this intimate gift.”

“You’re welcome,” I moaned into her twat, coming down from my climactic high. I attacked her cunt, eager to make her cum and drink her sweet juices.

Aoifa squirmed atop me as my tongue plundered her folds. She shuddered and moaned her delight as she shifted her hips. She ground her cunt into my hungry tongue. I licked and slurped up her pussy cream, wanting to devour every bit of her. She was wonderful. Sexy.

I loved her so much.

Rex’s cock kept slamming into me, hot pleasure rippling through my body. Not an orgasm, but the prelude to one. I moaned and gasped into Aoifa’s pussy as Rex fucked me hard. He pounded me hard and fast, driving towards his own climax.

“Oh, yes!” Aoifa moaned. “Such a wonderful tongue, my lady wife!”

“Cum on her face!” Rex growled, hammering into me. My pussy clenched down on his girth. “Drown her again. Damn, you are so hot when you cum, Aoifa.”

“I am eager to please,” Aoifa moaned. “Cumming on her face is such an exquisite bliss.”

I moaned my agreement.

Rex’s strokes grew more aggressive. He pounded my cunt. I knew my brother. His orgasm approached. I couldn’t wait to be flooded with his hot cum. I wanted to bear his child. I hoped I wasn’t barren, but we had been fucking for over a year without conceiving.

When was my last period? I hadn’t been keeping track. It might start any day.

Unless I was already pregnant.

“Breed me!” I moaned between licks. “Cum in me, Rex!”

“Yes!” he growled.

“Cum in your sister!” Aoifa panted. “Oh, yes!”

She squealed, her voice high-pitched. She shuddered atop me as a flood of sweet pussy juices gushed into my hungry mouth. I groaned as I drank them down. I loved the naughty feeling of her juices pouring down my throat.

Rex slammed his cock deep into me as I drank down Aoifa’s pleasure. He groaned as he fucked me. He slammed deep and hard, driving me toward my third climax. I squeezed down on him, increasing the silky friction.

“Reina!” he cried out and rammed into me.

My twin brother’s hot cum flooded my pussy.

I came for the third time. I savored the incestuous jizz spurting into my cunt as a hard and fast orgasm rushed through me. Not as intense as the earlier ones, but wonderful anyway. I bucked and moaned, milking my brother’s cock dry while lapping at Aoifa’s cunt.

“Oh, Rex, yes!” Aoifa moaned. “She’s licking me all up.”

“Good!” he groaned.

“Ooh, are you breeding your sister?” she asked, shuddering.

“He better be!” I moaned, my cunt going wild, my pleasure flooding through me.

Rex fired that last blast of cum in me. I hit the pinnacle of my bliss. I shuddered, trembling through it. I savored the wonderful treat. My breasts rose and fell. I blinked my eyes as I came down from that wonderful treat.

Aoifa slipped off of me. I grinned, savoring the lingering pleasure flooding through my body, my face soaked in piss and pussy cream.

“What are you doing out here?” Chase asked, walking out of the darkness into camp.

I frowned. “Using the bathroom. You?”

She swallowed. “I was… taking a walk.”

I frowned. Her clothes were disheveled and her face was flushed. Was she having sex? But with whom?

“Well, get to bed,” Chase yawned. “We have another long day ahead of us.”

I nodded as she went into the tent. I glanced out at the darkness and wondered what my sister was hiding.

* * *

Mark Glassner – The Abyss

I stared at my youngest daughter Reina as she stood up from her threesome with Rex and Aoifa. Reina frowned at Chase. Our daughter had once again allowed the demon to fuck her. The creature was the only variable left in the plan. We didn’t send him. And since he wasn’t a living creature, he had no thread I could observe and manipulate.

Mary’s arm tightened about my waist. “Only fifteen more days, Mark.”

I nodded and gave her a smile. “I can’t wait to see her again.”

“This is going to work, right?” Mary asked. “Astarte won’t foul this up?”

“No,” I said, hiding my own doubts. “Everything will work out perfectly.”

“Portland didn’t go as we planned. If it wasn’t for that demon…” Mary shuddered. “What if he’s Astarte’s pawn?”

“He’s not,” I reassured my wife. “He loves Chase.” Right? All our plotting and scheming came down to the next fifteen days.

Would our plan work?

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