19. The temple.

There was no shortage of women in the temple. They brought three fertile ones in the shortest time. Rex put the blondie on the desk and started licking her to prepare her for insertion. When I was done, a bridge of spit had formed between my lips and her womanhood.

Skin-to-skin contact feels good. I inserted myself in and stirred up her guts. There is no pressure to make this a life-changing sexual experience. I can mechanically milk the seed out using her body without going through all that emotional turmoil. She smells nice. She has the right pheromones for me. Which means we are genetically compatible. I picked up my tempo to milk myself faster. Her rhythmic little exhales from her nose turned into full-blown moans. She is about to reach her pleasure peak.

She gushes and covers my legs with her discharge. I hold her body steady and spray my seeds into her womb three minutes later. Blondie made a satisfied face when she received my creampie.

The brown-haired girl dutifully bent over. She reached around and pulled her flesh to the side to make herself open for phallic intrusions. She is sufficiently wet and ready from the get-go.

I mounted her and started working. My every stroke was precise and decisive. I look at the softly moaning woman in front of me. She surrendered her precious body to me so she could have my children. No man in this world wouldn't appreciate such sacrifice. She probably has a man she loves and I'm intruding on her. She wants the best for her children so she yearns for my genetics. Our relationship is just that. I hurried up so I wouldn't take up much of her time. It's just a simple breeding there is no point in complicating the process.

My manhood pulsates and her womb fills with my seeds.

"Thank you for your time."

Turning around, she smiled at me.

"Pleasure is mine gene saint."

The last one left is the black-haired woman. Before I started with her, I took a little break. I need to drink some water to replenish myself. I asked the black-haired woman for some water. She dutifully served me.

The other two naked women are on all fours and kissing my feet. They are having a religious experience. They feel thankful, blessed, and in awe. A gene saint has just bred them. Their bloodline has taken a huge leap into becoming perfect beings.

All of this is happening inside the head priestess's office. No business could be more important than breeding with a gene saint so she happily lets the events go down the way it does. The priestess doesn't have any work to do anyway. A temple doesn't produce anything after all.

Today's visit has gained more meaning after the whole hospital debacle. I'm in dire need of the middlemen between the homeless population and the militia. The militia is supposed to be consisting of the rehabilitated homeless. However, if I send the rehabilitated into that den of drugs to recruit people, they would be constantly tempted to use again. I need non-druggies to recruit for my rehabilitation/indoctrination facility.

This is where the templegoers come in. They are to become a bridge between rehabilitation and the homeless by spouting rhetoric at the homeless about this free rehab center. The rehab center is not free. They pay in allegiance.

I gestured for the black-haired woman to pick up the snacks from the counter and sit on my lap. A tray of Turkish delight was sitting right there so I couldn't resist. She would take a cube of the delight and put it between her lips. She would feed me with a kiss. She might be thinking that I might not breed her. She is in full seduction mode. It is nice to see that no matter how many stars they have, woman are all cute on the inside with their demeanor and personalities. Most women are normal.

I decided to leave all the work to her as I sat on my chair. She straddled me as if she was trying to sit on the chair but I was in the way. I grabbed her breasts and sampled a little taste. She appreciated her erogenous zones being simulated so she leaned forward to let me feel her soft chest on my face. She has understood that I'm a connoisseur of warmth texture and shape. She is a fine specimen with childbearing hips. I like that.

I pushed her forward after I finished inside of her. The idea was to make my seeds drizzle down deeper into her vaginal cavity. I wanted to utilize gravity to better assist my buoys in the swing where they must.

The three women bowed to me and left. The head priestess and I were finally alone in the room.

"I would like to talk some business with you. I'm thinking of establishing a militia. I intend to recruit the homeless population of this city for it. I need people to man the rehabilitation centers and recruitment centers. Would your congregation be down to help me?"

The woman felt a bit apprehended by my sudden request.

"Why a militia of all things Mr.Saint?" I'm Mr.Saint for her. The name "Rex " doesn't even register on her radar.

"Don't you think it is a waste? All those people are wasting away for nothing. It also disgusts me."

The priestess knew that half-baked altruism was destructive to the person who was being helped. She had a long life and accumulated some wisdom. I explained the inner workings of the militia and its aim on paper and in reality.

The wronged people died without getting their revenge. What was the justice in that? The militia was the perfect place to systematically and successfully take revenge against whoever was responsible for the drug epidemic. The person who wouldn't even find the will to get back against someone is a disgusting creature in my eyes. All those who got their life ruined should've risen to say never again.

She smirks. She understands that she is uniquely positioned to request something of the gene saint. She could've asked for anything else. She could've done well with my help. However, the gene cult didn't work that way. It wasn't that merciful of an organization. The selection of genes meant some genes going extinct after all. Saving the weak through the herculean altruist feats was frowned upon for interrupting natural selection from happening naturally. So, the old hag asked for a personal favor.

"I will make a feast in your name and invite all my grandchildren that are of age. I'll invite my daughters too. I want you to seed them. I want your genes in my family gene saint."

She, understandably, chose the selfish wish. Why would she use the favor I owe her for anything else anyway? Anything else would be illogical from a gene-worshipper standpoint.

Now I need someone to write the propaganda pieces. I know that the person would be a perfect match for that.

I need to get Sammy's mother, to do this for me. Delilah fits the bill because, for her entire life, she managed people. She knows what makes people tick most of the time. As for payment, I can just pay her with dick. Wouldn't that be something? Heh heh.

I'm getting tired of all the fucking. I got even more fucking to do tomorrow. It isn't even fair. I need to fuck Chloe too when she gets a little bit better. She needs that good, confidence-boosting, "I'm really into it." style sex. I intend to give it to her.

Now I have to breed the entire family of the priestess.

I probably need a second house to use as fuck office. Every day I would go to work, have sexual relations with women, come home, and have sexual relations with women for entertainment.

"I'll accept your conditions, priestess."

She was the happiest old woman I've ever seen after that. I know I can use this temple as my brothel. I fully intend to do so.

I left the temple satisfied in more ways than one.

I also need to secure some land for the militia to practice whatever they need to practice. I also need to secure professionals. We need to gain their expertise.

I went back home. The girls are feeling comfortable around the house. They all walk around either topless or naked except for a thong or t-shirt with no bra underneath.

When I arrived, Betty was changing Chloe's bandages. The scars were better than how they were yesterday. I made my way to the office room and found Kate.

I kissed her on the lips and said,

"How was your day Kate?"

Kate smiled at me. Because we just had kissed, her face was really close to mine.

"My day was good. I impregnated some women at the gene temple and secured their support for our cause."

She caressed my cheek. She probably thinks I am sexy when I accomplish things. Cute.