Chapter 44

Friday, 25 April, 2014
Temporary Clarke Residence,
Free City of Charlottesville

The road trip to Roanoke was almost under way, but there was one performance left from my “sailor girls” as I enjoyed my final night there in Charlottesville. This meant a musical routine, the last of many performed on my behalf and in my honor. Of all songs, they chose “Sailing” by Christopher Cross, but I wasn’t going to quarrel with their choice. It fit their outfits, after all.

“Pleased, my dear Prophet?” Mandy wondered as I dipped my cock inside her for a few strokes.

“Certainly, my dear girl! So, is it confirmed that you’re preggers, all of you now?” I asked for confirmation.

“Definitely, and there’s no doubt that the babies are all yours. We’ve also decided, us in this group, to wed Teddy and share that fine-ass fellow, cuck though he is. He’ll get to breed all of us in due time, of course. We’re also hoping that when the brats come of age, they’ll go for each other, regardless of paternity. Some proper sibling bonding, don’t ya think? God, I love incest!” Mandy reassured me as I pumped her full of my jizz.

“My turn!” Becky made it abundantly clear that she wasn’t to be left out of the festivities.

“And then mine!” Desiree shouted.

“And mine!” Mia winked at me.

“Mine after that!” Stephanie winked at me.

Vanessa and Alyssa Melton lined up, with Thea and Soteria Alexios not far behind, and then Jessie Holland, Trish Killian, and Sonali Raju. They were all slated to wed Teddy Lansing, becoming wives to the Mayor and sister-wives to the Prophetess. They also bedded their own parents and each other’s on a regular basis. Yet they were all pregnant to me.

“I only regret that I won’t get to raise my offspring. Yet it’s necessary for the greater good. It’s best that I get moving, after all. I have places to go and things to do, most notably in Roanoke. I have a citadel to prepare for battle and siege, even if I won’t be around for much of it,” I observed, even as I slid into Becky yet again.

I certainly had no complaints about that countrified cutie, and I was far from alone. Her future sister-wives and fiance all seemed very much on board with wedding her, after all. Marriage was on the upswing again after a steep decline just before Doomsday. Then again, it had been radically transformed from a trap with steel jaws for many into something far more benevolent. Polygamy, reformed divorce laws, and widespread promiscuity under the banner of the new faith had made a serious dent in the past decline of that institution. Not to mention improved work-life balance these days.

As in, well, people still did their jobs, but they didn’t live for work and use it to escape their spouses anymore. I knew far too many people like that, male and female alike, in the past. Also, marriage wasn’t a ball and chain in that way anymore, what with women becoming more aware of how essential men were to civilization again. No woman wanted to be the last woman left standing without a man to clean the attic or fix the plumbing, and if that meant being a bit nicer to the menfolk.

“That’s because men built civilization. They’re the builders. Women are the fillers. We flesh it out a bit. We both have our roles to fulfill. A certain movement became toxic when it forgot this, but we’re putting that nonsense behind us now. The militant feminists can just deal with it. They had their turn and fucked things up beyond all recognition. With Havenism, our new faith and the social restructuring that it brings, the world will be a lot better off. As will the human race and all other species on the face of the Earth,” Marcy broke into my thoughts as she guided me inside Desiree for her turn at last.