“How have you guys never seen this film?” Kim shook her head in bewilderment. “It’s fuckin’ brilliant.”

“I dunno,” Clare shrugged. “It sounds like the kinda thing I’d like. I guess it just passed me by.”

“On paper, it’s the perfect film for us,” Laurie noted, putting an arm around her wife’s shoulders. “Rom-com stuff for you; time travel and alternate timelines for me. Kim’s right, the fact that we haven’t seen it is bizarre.”

“Better make the most of it.” Their best friend, and new roommate, got up from her crouched position in front of the DVD player, adjusting her skirt as she straightened up. “Soon enough, none of us’ll have a lot of time to be watching movies...”

“Yeah, we might not even have until the end of the film,” Clare pointed out, waving a hand frantically at Kim. “So hurry up, press play!”

“Alright, alright,” she laughed, scurrying over to the sofa. Sitting down next to her married friends, she raised the remote and started Yesterday. The three women made themselves comfortable, Clare snuggling into her wife’s embrace.

They had just reached the part where Jack had discovered the Beatles had been erased from history, when they saw headlights flash through the front window. “Hey, he’s back,” Laurie said blithely. “Thought he was gonna be a while longer...”

“He was only going to Cork,” Clare pointed out.

“Yeah, but I thought he’d stay longer. He did say he hadn’t seen his dad for like, sixty years or something...”

“55,” Kim said.

“Oh, sure, you were listening,” Laurie sniggered, extending her leg across the couch and poking Kim’s thigh with her toe. “Someone’s got a little thing for Gerry, huh?”

Kim blushed deeply, not taking her eyes off the TV screen. “No, I - that’d be weird.” They heard a key turning in their front door, and she shot Laurie a look. “Now shush.”

“Should we maybe rewind a bit so he can watch with us?” Clare said, cutting into the conversation before her wife could tease their friend any further.

Laurie shrugged, jostling Clare a bit. “We can offer. He can probably catch up though...” She trailed off as the front door swung open.

Gerry stepped through the doorway, managing to duck low enough to avoid gouging a chunk out of the frame with his horns. His pale brown shirt had been reduced to shreds, hanging off his muscular red torso, and the crotch of his trousers was bulging so much, it looked as though they might soon tear apart too. He was panting audibly through his fanged mouth, his burning crimson eyes fixed on the three women on the couch.

Laurie, Clare and Kim all tensed up, their full attention on him. They’d only seen his demon appearance once before, when they’d first met him. Given the pretext of their relationship with him, the significance of him being in this form again was not lost on any of them.

“Gerry,” Kim said tentatively, “is it -”

“It’s time,” came his answer, in a voice like thunder.

At once, the women sprang to their feet and charged out of the living room, the film forgotten. They raced upstairs, hearing quick, heavy footsteps behind them as Gerry followed. Their skirts flapped up and down as they ran, each of them giving the person behind them a clear view of their arse, but they were all too fixated on their objective to feel any embarrassment. Besides, it was nothing compared to what they were about to do together.

Reaching Laurie and Clare’s bedroom, the trio scampered towards the bed. Laurie hastily flung herself onto the duvet and yanked up her skirt, which became scrunched up to the point where it more closely resembled a belt as she scooted forwards, positioning her butt right by the edge of the mattress. Her legs hung over the side, spread wide to expose her bare cunt.

With barely a moment’s hesitation, Clare climbed on top of her wife, facing upwards in pretty much the same pose, flipping her skirt up. She could feel Laurie’s tits pressed into her back, and her strong hands clutching her sides, holding her steady as she lay flat on her muscular torso.

Lastly, Kim clambered onto them both, scaling them like a ladder and prostrating herself just as they had. She was small and light enough not to put too much of a burden on Clare, but the weight of both of them combined was almost more than Laurie could bear. Luckily, she only had to endure for a few seconds. Having entered the room just as Kim had reached the top of the pile, Gerry waved a clawed hand in their direction, telekinetically lifting Kim and Clare into the air. There were only a couple of inches of empty space separating each girl, relieving the pressure on Laurie without creating too much distance. After all, the whole point of stacking themselves like this was to provide quick and easy access to all of their pussies at once.

Now that they were all ready, there was no reason to delay further. Gerry slid his gargantuan demon cock into Clare, who cried out in surprise. She’d known how big he was - he’d shown her - but she hadn’t been prepared to take such girth. It was longer and thicker than the largest strap-on she and Laurie owned, plunging deep inside her, its tip caressing her sensitive depths as it slid back and forth, his pelvis thudding against hers. Moaning cacophonously, she clutched at Kim for dear life, barely registering that one of her hands was grasping her friend’s boob.

Kim didn’t much mind. She’d been expecting something like that to happen, given the situation they were in. Besides, she was too busy running her foot through Gerry’s thick maroon chest hair, bringing it up towards his mouth, trying to stimulate him further with the sight of her dainty toes as he fucked her best mate beneath her.

The tactic seemed to work. Soon enough, he pulled out of Clare and started fucking Kim instead, his probing phallus making her whimper and flail in mid-air her arms in mid-air, her legs wrapping around his tree-trunk torso. But she didn’t get to enjoy it for anywhere near long enough - before she knew it, her crevice went from being more amazingly full than it had ever been, to yawningly empty once more.

Laurie tensed as Gerry crouched to align himself with her, bracing herself for her first sexual experience with a man. As much as she tried to reassure herself that demons were different from mortal men, the uncanny strangeness wouldn’t go away. But she’d agreed to this, just as they all had, and was determined not to back out now. Besides which, the magical compulsions in her mind wouldn’t allow her to scoot out from under her levitating wife, or to close her legs.

Sure enough, she felt his thick rod penetrate her - and oh, it was incredible. It was touching every inch of her inner walls, throbbing and pulsing, caressing her. Even more than its immense physical presence, she could feel the raw power emanating from his shaft. The power of Hell itself. Laurie was not religious - she’d done her damnedest to tear herself away from her Catholic upbringing and family - but in that moment, eyes rolling back in her head, she believed in a force more powerful than herself. Not God, though, that was for sure. This was the Devil’s work, and she fucking loved it, the way it was thrusting into her, pressing her innermost button, piercing her soul -

And all too soon, it was over, and he was fucking Kim again. Laurie whined and clawed at the bedclothes, even as waves of ecstasy continued to rush through her. Clare’s hand found hers, their fingers interlocking - and she pulled Laurie’s hand up to her mouth, kissing and licking her fingers. Laurie got the message. As soon as her partner relinquished her hand, she brought it to her snatch, stroking her wet folds. As Gerry pulled out of Kim and impaled Clare again, her cries were muffled by Laurie’s soaking fingers.

The three women lost track of time as Gerry continued to alternate between them, roughly screwing each of them in turn as they hung suspended above the bed. He prioritised Kim and Clare, doing Laurie once for every two times he did them, as they’d all agreed beforehand. There was no room for variation - they had a plan, and he needed to keep to it, for all their sakes.

Every time he got a good rhythm going, vigorously burrowing deep inside each girl’s pussy, he withdrew just when it seemed to be getting to the best part, leaving them needier each time. Each woman came more than once from the harsh fucking, but were worked up into a frenzy again so quickly by the massive magical protrusion that they never felt much more than an instant’s satisfaction. They compensated by fondling and caressing each other more and more the longer the bizarre gravity-defying orgy progressed - Laurie squeezed Clare’s ample breasts; Clare groped Kim’s pert ass; Kim reached down and pulled Clare’s head towards the back of her neck, burying her face in her hair; Laurie gently humped the small of Clare’s back...

At last, after what felt like an eternity, Gerry’s cock erupted like a volcano while buried up to the hilt inside Clare, filling her to the brim with his satanic seed. Bellowing like a wounded lion, he mustered all of his self-control and pulled out before he’d finished, before quickly raising his spurting knob and slamming it into Kim’s slit, firing more thick ropes of cum inside her. Then he withdrew once more and sank to his knees, sticking his cockhead into Laurie and lacing her inner walls with his semen. The women each had one last euphoric orgasm as the demon came inside them.

Spent, Gerry took a couple of staggering steps backwards, and waved his talons in the ladies’ direction again. Kim and Clare, their heads lolling and their limbs hanging limply, barely noticed themselves floating across and then down, until they found themselves lying on the duvet on either side of Laurie. All three of them were too exhausted, too utterly satisfied, to move or speak. They lay gasping and moaning softly side by side, nestled close together.

Laurie was the first to regain even a modicum of energy, raising her head from the bed to see Gerry slumped against the wall, back in his human form - a short, skinny, totally unassuming man with thick brown hair. Propping herself up on her elbows, she grinned across the room at him. “What... what happened to that... that famous demon stamina... you’re always bragging about?” she asked wearily.

“Rules are different in breeding time,” he chuckled feebly. “We have very little self-control...”

“Little self-control, huh? What’s that like?” she asked with a mock-ponderous expression. He snorted.

Clare let out a plaintive little moan and snuggled closer to Laurie, who lay back down and wrapped her arms around her. “Did it work?” Laurie asked, unable to keep the excitement from her voice.

Her wife smiled sleepily. “Yeah,” she mumbled. “I feel it... D’you?”

Laurie thought for a moment, analysing her own feelings. The likelihood of it working for her was a bit lower than it was for Clare and Kim, given that she went last. But she’d volunteered for exactly that, because someone had to - and of the two of them, Clare was the one who really wanted it. And only one of them had to be... Laurie didn’t much mind either way. She’d only really joined in because it had occurred to her that they may never get the chance to do this again - Gerry said it only happened once every forty years.

Had it worked? He’d said they would know if it did - they’d feel it. Clare had known at once, of course - but then, she’d been fucked full of virile demon sperm, so there was little chance of it not working for her. Laurie closed her eyes and placed a hand on her belly, trying to sense something starting to grow inside herself, trying to look with something other than sight - some magical intuition she’d gained from her Satanic enlightenment, from being speared by a hell beast’s enormous weapon -

There. She could feel it! A spark of life inside her womb, growing bigger and brighter even now. She wasn’t imagining it - it was too real, too vivid, in spite of the vague, inexplicable way in which she was ‘seeing’ it. She knew it was there. Her eyes still shut, she smiled broadly, lovingly running her palm over her stomach.

She was pregnant.

They all were.

The plan had worked perfectly.

***

Clare and Laurie had just started looking for a donor when they’d met Gerry. He’d approached their fertility clinic and asked for information about their current clients, and the staff had obliged, handing over the private list without hesitation (under the influence of his enthralling magic). The lesbian couple had drawn his attention - the chance to impregnate two women at once was one he didn’t want to miss. Unlike most demons, who only bothered to produce one hellspawn when their breeding time arrived every forty years or so, Gerry saw it as his duty to sow as many wild oats as possible, and bring as many supernatural offspring into the world as he could.

However, when it came to choosing mothers for his children, he was not prepared to treat them with anything less than the utmost respect. Though he’d procured their details through illicit means, he approached Clare and Laurie with full honesty. He told them of his true nature, his various powers, his lifespan, and the specifics of demonic reproduction. He explained that once his seed took root, their pregnancy would only last two or three days. The only potential catch was that in order to inseminate them, he had to do so directly - any other method would cause his satanic semen to lose its potency before it reached its destination.

After recovering from the shock of discovering that the spawn of Satan walked amongst them, Clare and Laurie had talked it over. Although having sex with a man - a demon man, but a man nonetheless - was a prospect that gave them both pause, they’d agreed that they couldn’t let this opportunity pass them by. They might have had to wait months, even years, to find a viable donor, and to successfully get pregnant by them. Then another nine months would pass before their baby arrived. And if they wanted another child - and they had been planning to, eventually - they’d have to wait even longer. Gerry was, for a demon, decent, honest and considerate. His period of virility was only a few weeks away. As he’d told them, demon semen was exceptionally potent (when it came directly from the source, and only during his breeding time), so getting fucked by him guaranteed that at least one of them would end up pregnant. And, if he managed to pull out of Clare and get inside Laurie mid-orgasm, she could end up pregnant too. Rather than waiting years, they could have two children within a couple of months.

They’d agreed, of course, and the three of them had set to work preparing the couple’s house for the arrival of their new baby or babies. (Gerry had tried breeding multiple women at once in the past, and based on that, he’d warned them that while there was a good chance both of them would end up pregnant, it wasn’t a certainty - hence their decision to prioritise Clare.) Like most demons, Gerry had amassed a small fortune over the hundred years he’d been alive, and was prepared to place it at his baby mamas’ disposal. He was also prepared to support them as much or as little as they needed over the coming years, and to be as involved in the children’s upbringing as Clare and Laurie wanted him to be. When they expressed how impressed they were with his attitude - which put most mortal men to shame, frankly - he’d remarked that he was just trying to follow his own father’s example.

It wasn’t long before Kim entered the equation. Clare’s best friend and former university roommate had been planning to start a family of her own, when she caught her boyfriend of almost a decade cheating on her. Once she’d recovered from the devastation of being betrayed by the man she loved, she remained despondent over her thwarted efforts to have a child. She offhandedly mentioned that she was considering pursuing the sperm donation route as well (still unaware, like everyone else, that Clare and Laurie were taking a different path to parenthood), which led Clare to the idea of having Gerry father a child for Kim as well. She put the idea to Laurie, who was open to it, and Gerry, who was only too eager to involve a third woman. Then they all approached Kim together, explained their situation, and made the proposal.

After recovering from the revelation of Gerry’s true nature, Kim jumped at the chance to have a baby, especially one that would be the half-sibling of her best friends’ children. There had initially been some nervous giggling at the thought of her, Clare and Laurie all seeing each other’s intimate parts, but they’d been pragmatic and got over the awkwardness. She moved in with Clare and Laurie - it just made sense, they all agreed, since they were becoming a family. And to ensure they wouldn’t miss the brief window of his breeding time, Gerry used his mind-manipulating powers, with their consent, to compel the three of them to only ever wear skirts, and no underwear, when they were at home. He also gave them the trigger to stack up on the bed when the time came, so he could access them all as quickly and easily as possible. Not a second could be spared if he were to successfully breed them all. Though Laurie didn’t exactly enjoy wearing a skirt for weeks on end - she was more of a jeans girl - she had to admit now that the precaution had paid off.

As the three soon-to-be-mothers languished in bed together, Gerry recovered, got dressed in a spare set of clothes he’d kept at their house just in case, tucked them up in bed, and went to prepare them some food, knowing they’d need plenty of nourishment over the next few days. At Kim’s insistence, he even fetched the Yesterday DVD from downstairs, setting it up on the bedroom TV instead, so the girls could continue watching it.

While he cooked them a hearty dinner, he began working his way through the numerous phone calls he needed to make. He’d had each of the three women write a list of people - family, friends, neighbours, acquaintances, employers, colleagues, and anyone else they could think of - who would need to be informed of their impending childbirth, and magically convinced that they’d all been pregnant for the last nine months.

By the time he brought them their food, their bellies had visibly started to swell, the demon foetuses rapidly growing inside them. Once they’d eaten, he tidied away their plates and cutlery, and then headed off to sleep on the sofa, the hour now rather late. The expectant mothers snuggled up together, but each found themselves unable to get to sleep, their post-coital weariness having long since faded to be replaced with buzzing excitement.

“I hope the birth goes well,” Clare mumbled. “I know he’s delivered babies before, but there are gonna be three...”

“Everything’s prepared,” Laurie reassured her. “Gerry knows what he’s doing. We’ll all be OK - us and the kids.”

“The kids...” Kim sighed with contentment, caressing her bump. “God, I can’t believe it’s finally happening! I’m gonna be a mum... We all are...” She smiled at her friends. “We’re all gonna be a family now, together. I love that.”

Grinning, Laurie put her other arm around Kim, embracing both her and Clare at once.

“Oh, hey, that reminds me,” Kim said abruptly, a mischievous glint in her eyes. “D’you guys remember that offer you made me, when you were drunk?”

Laurie raised an eyebrow. While commiserating with Kim over her breakup with the help of several bottles of wine, she and Clare had remarked that rebound sex was one way to move on, and suggested - only half-jokingly - that she hook up with the two of them. She’d seemed tempted, but had turned them down. “Are you saying you’re interested now?”

“Maybe,” Kim giggled, blushing. “I mean, we did all just have sex with the same guy at once, and our friendship seems to have survived that! Maybe we could all just kinda form one big... uh, what’s the word for a four-person couple? A... quadruple?”

“A quple,” Clare joked, pronouncing it ‘kwupple’. While the others chuckled, she added, “I think ‘polycule’ is another word for it. But - I mean, I know I’d be OK hooking up with you, and I’m sure Laurie is too...” Her wife nodded enthusiastically. “But as for Gerry - I don’t think we’d want to hook up with him too. Not again, anyway.”

“Yeah, that was just a one-time thing,” Laurie agreed. “I can’t say I didn’t enjoy it - it was actually pretty fucking great! But I’m still gay. Even his magic dick couldn’t change that.” Clare sniggered and nodded to affirm she felt the same way.

“I mean, sure,” Kim shrugged. “You guys can bang each other and me; Gerry can bang me; I can bang all of you. And we all work together to raise our kids. The system works.”

“Sounds good.” Laurie grinned wickedly. “Of course, if Gerry decided to change the terms of the agreement, it’s not like we could do anything to stop him...”

Clare shivered. “Ooh, don’t say that! He wouldn’t do that, anyway. He’s a good guy, for a demon. He’s been nothing but honest and decent this whole time.”

“I’ve been thinking about that, actually.” Kim’s expression was pensive. “Doesn’t it strike you as odd that none of us really freaked out that much when we found out what he was? I mean, we should have, right? Finding out that demons live among us, that should’ve sent all of us into a total breakdown...”

“Well, OK, we did freak out a bit,” Laurie reminded her, “but he calmed us down. With his powers. Which is the only time he’s used them on us without our permission. And I guess that wasn’t really cool, but if you think about it, he was acting in self-defence, stopping us totally panicking and telling the world about him.”

“Yeah, but still - we all agreed really kinda quickly to his plan. To knock us all up at once. Especially you two - you should’ve thought it over for much longer than you did, really, considering you’re lesbians... And as for me, I literally just got cheated on and dumped. It feels like I got over that a lot faster than I should’ve... And I did get over it, I did get over him, that rat bastard. I feel that I did. It’s just weird that I did, that quickly...”

Clare was frowning. “What’re you getting at, Kim?”

It was Kim’s turn to raise an eyebrow. “What d’you think I’m getting at?”

“I think you’re trying to suggest that our demon baby daddy might not have been entirely honest with us,” Laurie said slowly.

Kim hesitated, before saying “Yeah. What if... what if he made us think we agreed to all this of our own accord, whereas we were actually mind-controlled into it?”

“What? No,” Clare scoffed. “That’s ridiculous. We did agree - I remember it -”

“But how can we trust our memories?” Kim continued insistently. “We’ve seen how his powers work. We know he can absolutely convince someone of something that didn’t happen. He’s spent the evening doing it to everyone we know! So, how can we know whether or not he’s done it to us? What if he set this whole situation up, brainwashed us into being his willing broodmares, never knowing the truth?”

Kim didn’t seem worried or angry about her sinister theory. If anything, she looked excited. Her eyes were gleaming with awe, her mouth twitching into a faint smile. It was almost as if the notion of being controlled by Gerry, her memories rewritten to suit his purposes, actually appealed to her.

“What if it’s even more than that?” Laurie said nonchalantly. “What if we weren’t even planning to have kids in the first place - he just made us think we did? Hey, what if we aren’t even married?” She arched her eyebrows at Clare. “What if we don’t even know each other? What if you and Kim aren’t besties? What if we’re just three random women he found on the street, and he made us think we’re a married couple and their best mate, just so he could knock us up? What if we aren’t even gay?”

“Stoppp,” Clare whined, lightly slapping at Laurie’s side. “Don’t talk like that, it’s scary!”

“It’s sexy,” Kim murmured. “That all this might be a fiction he came up with, and we’re just playing the roles he wrote for us...”

Laurie smirked. “Not gonna lie, I think it’s kinda weirdly hot too... But my point is - we have no way of knowing. And we can’t really do anything about it. So why bother worrying about it? It’s a fun idea to think about, but as far as we know, it’s just an idea. Besides, it’s not like he’s treating us badly - he’s taking care of us. And if this is all fake, at least he made us happy about it. He didn’t have to. He could’ve just controlled us and made us do whatever he wanted, regardless of our feelings - he didn’t have to create some elaborate scenario where we accept it, or enjoy it.”

She patted her belly. “And let’s not forget, we got our babies out of it. Even if we didn’t actually want them before we met him, I know I do now. It’s all I’ve ever wanted.”

Clare considered this. Laurie had a point. What difference did it make, whether they remembered the correct version of events or a fiction Gerry had created for them? Even if he was manipulating them, making them believe they consented to all of this (and she didn’t really believe that, to be honest), it was the reality they lived in. They did want this. She wanted it. She wanted to have her demon baby, and she wanted to raise them, and their siblings, into a formidable young adult with their own insidious supernatural powers.

As she watched the bulge in her belly continue to grow, Clare rested her head against her wife’s breasts and drifted off to sleep, smiling happily. As unconventional as it was, she was glad they’d chosen a demon donor.