Salvation

No long after Lilith had given birth Lucy followed suit, popping out her own spawn whom she was utterly devoted to. Though I had to sit through yet another birthing process, the positive was that with two new kids on their hands there was a period of respite from their demonic affections.

I was left alone in the basement, trying my best to work the ropes that bound my wrists. Maybe I was making process, but I couldn't really be sure with how out of it I was feeling between the major head injury and the exhaustion from the constant sex wearing me down.

The upstairs door opened, sending a shaft of bright light down into the dimness of my prison. I squinted up uneasily, but soon felt my body sag with relief when my newest guest came into view.

"Emma, thank god!"

She held my cloths, neatly folded, in her hands and set them down next to me. There was a brief moment of trepidation on her part as she looked around cautiously and before she went to work untying me.

"You're going to need to get dressed quickly," she explained, "the girls are taking a nap, but they're light sleepers so we've got to move."

Freed from my bonds I did just that, though I couldn't hold back my questions. "What the fuck happened up there?"

Emma hesitated a beat. "Things got out of hand."

"Out of hand??" It was a Herculean struggle to keep my voice down. "I was beaten over the head and ritualistically raped! They want to turn me into a sex slave! What the fuck were you doing while all of this was going on?"

"Yeah well, in case you forgot there was a fucking dead body upstairs and someone had to get rid of it," she replied in a voice thick with frustration, "since the rest of them were too busy playing grab ass I had to take your car and use it to dump the body in the woods. I come back and they've got you down here and start raving about breeding a new race."

I had my pants and shirt back on and was in the process of tying my shoes when I said, "Lilith's a fucking psycho. Nice going Mom."

"She gets it from you," Emma huffed, "now hurry up," her eyes drifted towards my crotch and I could see the stirrings of hunger form, "...before I jump you."

We moved swiftly and quietly as we could through the house, pausing only briefly to stare at the bloody stain that coloured the floorboards where the corpse had been. The gravity of the situation well and truly dawned on me then. This went beyond sex and adultery; this had become a life or death problem and people were at risk. Maybe even the whole town.

It was late in the afternoon outside, the sky turning pink as the sun began to shift lower and lower to the horizon. Fuck, I'd been gone for more than a day. There was a very real chance that Jess had called the cops when I didn't come home yesterday, that's if she hadn't already decided to just divorce me for fucking off out of the blue. My head was spinning, my heart was pounding and I was struggling to breathe.

Emma drove on the way back whilst I was having a panic attack beside her. She glanced at me only once and said "you were in a car accident."

"What?" It sounded like gibberish to me. "What are you talking about?"

"Look," she said, "you've got a pretty nasty head wound, probably a concussion. There's matted blood still in your hair. I'm going to pull up just ahead and we're going to bang up the car a little, then you can claim you had an accident on the way home yesterday. Maybe a deer or something, they're all over the woods this time of year. I'll say I found you passed out and brought you back." Emma bit her lip. "It's the best hope we've got right now to keep this quiet."

I winced a little as I rubbed at the tender spot on my head. "But we've still got a problem with the girls," I shifted a little, swallowing bile, "they've killed a man and there's every chance they'll do it again."

Emma didn't take her eyes off the road. "I don't know what we can do. They're surprisingly strong when they want to be and there's no arguing with them. It's you and your dick 24-7 with them. Hell, if I'm to be honest, I'm struggling to not pull over and ride ever loving shit out of you until I'm all fat and full with kids and...," she shook the thoughts away, getting lost, "Whatever's happened, its fucked everything up in my head."

A deep sigh escaped me. I think I owed it to Emma to explain in proper detail what the fuck had actually happened to us. She hadn't pressed things, and perhaps that was because her mind was currently at war with itself trying to suppress her newfound nymphomania, but she needed to know.

"So...this is basically a curse," I said, "a literal curse."

The corners of her mouth turned downward. "Like a gypsy curse?" A beat. "Did you fuck a gypsy?"

"No it's ...I guess it's do with a weird glowing artefact I touched at the museum," I rubbed at my temple, feeling the headache return, "It had to do with some kind of weird fertility magic."

Emma nodded vaguely. "Huh. I guess that makes sense."

I wasn't entirely sure how anything I had just said made anything remotely resembling sense. I'd experienced it and even I thought it sounded like utter bullshit. But I guess in Emma's case she had no reason to doubt me. Getting knocked up and birthing a demonic child within the span of twenty four hours probably expanded her horizons.

A bolt of inspiration struck me then, even with the exhaustion and head injury. The museum! Of course, that old guy had offered to help me. I don't know what he could do, but fuck it, things were desperate and I'd take any chance I could get.