Chapter Fourteen

True to his word, Franklin was careful.

He spent the afternoon mapping each hunk of broken stone, painstakingly piecing the fox statue back together, and encasing the whole thing in layers of painter’s tape like a vulpine mummy.

Bernadette left early, unsurprisingly, and Daphne hadn’t made a second appearance. With nobody to interrupt Franklin’s passion project, his hands moved with unusual deftness in the silent solitude.

It was a Thursday night, which meant student night specials in the local bars and dives around Madison U. Likely, most of his peers–Professor Hostler included–would be tying one on at their preferred watering holes.

The climate-controlled air of the basement archive was laden with expectation when Franklin mixed the clear resin and hardening agent in a large glass beaker. He donned a breathing mask and rubber gloves before sprinkling the ziplock bag of golden dust into the gel solution and stirring slowly with a tongue depressor.

Once evenly dispersed, Franklin filled a fat-barreled syringe with a tip like a corking gun and punched it into specifically marked areas on the tape-bound sculpture. Applying pressure to the plunger **** the gleaming goo into the cracks and fissures, binding the shattered fragments together.

Gooseflesh prickled his skin as the sweet scent of cherry blossoms pervaded the workspace, and a mania overcame Franklin as he rapidly refilled the syringe. Stabbing the idol repeatedly, he deposited more magical adhesive, frantically sealing the air pockets.

Time blurred, and the tuneful humming of a feminine voice echoed with discordant harmony off the cinderblock walls. When he was finally done, Franklin was sweating and felt limp with fatigue, as though he had run a triathlon in cement sneakers.

“Holy Moses, that was a task.” He grumbled, removing the mask. “Now we give you a few days to dry–”

With what could only be described as a metaphysical whomp! Franklin was blown off his feet by an invisible shockwave. Scraps of tape rained like confetti, and a searing golden brightness illuminated the basement as he tumbled over a bench in a jumble of pinwheeling limbs.

Rolling to a halt in a clatter of dislodged tools, he covered his head in preparation for an earthquake or explosion. When the light faded and the building hadn’t collapsed, the cowering post-grad risked a quick peek at the source of the chaos and froze.

Legs.

Smooth, shapely legs stood on the other side of the bench. Bare legs that dragged his eyes up supple thighs to a mouthwatering thigh gap and a trim thatch of lavender hair covering the outline of a tiny pink slit.

Flaring hips transitioned into a slim waist, and before Franklin could ogle any further, fluffy fuchsia tails wrapped around the naked female.

“Naughty, naughty.” A high, melodic voice chided with a giggle. “You’ll make a girl blush if you keep staring like that.”

Scrambling to his feet, Franklin found a young woman with flowing lilac hair and two triangular ears grinning at him with very sharp teeth. Nine fox tails (real-life fluff-ball tails!) preserved her modesty but left enough on show to tease him with her epic short-stack proportions.

“You… you… you’re a…” Speech was proving difficult in the presence of such impossible cuteness.

“A Kitsune? Yes. You were correct on that account, Lord Franklin. “Almond eyes twinkled like amethysts in her perfectly heart-shaped face. She bowed politely. “This one is called Konoha. Named after Konohana Sakuya-hime, Goddess of Mount Fuji and blossom-princess. A thousand thanks for reviving me.”

“I knew it!” Pure vindication restored Franklin’s tongue to working order, and he fist-pumped the air. “Suck that, haters… wait, Lord Franklin?”

“Naturally, my Lord.” Konoha glided around the bench to bow again, granting a spectacular view of her succulent, round rump and the base of her many fox tails. “How else should I address the only mortal with the wisdom and power to restore my fractured spirit?” Golden veins glowed like scars across her back before disappearing. “The magic you wield is potent and quite… stimulating.”

That vulpine grin returned, and her amethyst orbs glinted with merry mischief. The furry tail concealing her chest lowered a fraction to display perky, porcelain cleavage.

“But… um, you know who I am?”

“Oh, yes. I watched you while trapped between dreams and wakefulness, Lord. Learning small details and exerting my limited power to signal for your aid.” She crooned, sliding closer. “You are Lord Franklin. You are studying mastery at this academy. You seek ancient treasures, doubtless, to increase your influence and fortune. And now you have bound me, a daughter of Kami Inari, into your service–a very cunning move, if I may say so, my Lord.”

Studying mastery… was she referring to his master’s degree?

Franklin’s musings were derailed when the Kitsune cutie pressed herself to his chest, cocooning them together in her soft, swishing tails. Warm curves squashed against him, and twitching fox ears tickled his chin. She was short but packing a lot of sexy punch for such a small package.

Her tails were a fuzzy pink-purple heaven. Surrounding and stroking every inch of available flesh, snaking beneath Franklin’s t-shirt to feather across his skin.

“What… what are you doing?” He croaked, inhaling her cherry blossom perfume. “God, you’re so damn soft.”

“Thank you, Master. We fox spirits pride ourselves on the softness of our fur. Such high praise honors me.” Konoha preened, dainty fingers unfastening his belt. “Your power swirls and churns within my spiritual core like the sea during a typhoon. What was your earlier command? I believe it was ‘suck it, haters.’”

“Whao!” Franklin yelped when she dropped his pants, freeing lil’ Frank, who was already at half-mast. “Hang on a sec–”

“My Lord is a cruel man.” The Kitsune whined, squeezing his shaft in a possessive grip. Franklin’s knees almost buckled in pleasure. “He rescues me, binds my soul with foreign magicks that ignite my mating instincts, then bids me wait. Is it your wish for me to go feral with desire, Master? Am I not worthy to grace your bed?”

Her silky tails were everywhere, drowning him in wondrous fluffiness. Static sparks tingled his skin. Thrilling jolts that hardened his cock into a steel rod which she handled with pulse-racing expertise.

“Thousands of years.” Konoha’s hot whisper was a promise, her gentle hands stroking insistently. “For thousands of years, my kind has practiced the arts of seduction to lure mortal men into our dens to breed. Our knowledge and skills in sensual delights are renowned. We are attracted to strength, drawn to powerful males like you, Lord. I would see your dominion expand ten-fold and would make it a reality for a single drop of your virile seed.”

Franklin’s mind was awash with warring emotions.

Part of him knew he’d fucked up. The golden Do-Me Dust had tainted the alluring fox spirit with horny Fae mojo and subverted her nature into something driven by animal lust.

Another, larger part of Franklin argued that Kitsune were infamously fickle, untrustworthy tricksters who beguiled mortal men away from their families and sowed chaos for their own amusement.

Was it so wrong that he had bound one (entirely by accident, mind) into his service?

A totally mega-stacked babe with acres of plump tits and ass, lilac fox ears, lustrous tails, a bangin’ bod, and a compulsive need to please…

It had been more than a while since a girl–any girl–had shown interest in his nerdy ass, plus her stroking hands and sweeping tails were incredibly soft.

“You may taste me, Konoha.” He decreed magnanimously, patting her head. She shuddered intensely under his touch. “Do your… um, thing down there. You wouldn’t want to disappoint me, would you?”

Franklin was no Casanova, but Konoha lapped it up like the proverbial cat who got the cream.

“No, Master. Thank you, Master.” She purred, slithering sinuously to her knees.

Could foxes purr? Franklin wasn’t sure. The National Geographic channel was awfully light on information that didn’t pertain to meerkats, sharks, or dolphins these days.

No matter, all concerns were sucked from his skull, straight out through his aching erection, when Konoha locked her greedy lips around him.

“Sweet Baby Jesus!” Franklin gasped as the Kitsune’s moist, agile tongue twirled across his knob while her pouty lips formed a vacuum seal on the shaft. “Wow, you weren’t kidding about the seduction stuff, huh?”

A pleased giggle reverberated through his length, and Konoha’s entrancing eyes glimmered wickedly. Her big, perky breasts mashed against his thighs, two porcelain pillows that jiggled when the lusty fox spirit's head began to bob.

Her velvety tails whipped and caressed him as she established a sensuous rhythm, lavishing oral adoration on his hard cock and taking in more of him with every mouthful.

Franklin knew he was nothing special in regards to Lil’ Frank. Ignoring the silly nickname, his manhood was depressingly average, according to a late-night Google search. He’d fall smack dab in the middle of the pack in a line-up from smallest to largest and only take home a participation award.

But the way Konoha moaned and worshipped his ecstatic manmeat made Franklin feel three feet long. She slurped and rolled her head, attacking him from all angles, setting his balls on high alert. Her tongue was a coiling serpent, hot and wet, looping around his pulsating width like a hungry constrictor.

“Oh, shit. How are you doing that?” He groaned, staggered by the crash of carnal bliss the gorgeous fox girl delivered. “Fuck! I-I don’t know how I’ll la-last at this rate.”

”Mmhmmm…”

Her hummed reply almost ended it then and there for Franklin, but as though sensing the impending climax, Konoha slowed her cock-rocking pace to keep him balanced on the precarious edge of final fruition. She suctioned her lubricious way back to the tip, then let her delicate hands work his girth so she could speak.

“My people call this the Lotus Eater’s kata.” She cooed, batting long lashes at Franklin. The end of tail tickled his nuts “It is the first of the eight hundred and sixty-nine techniques young fox-kin are taught to service their future mates. I yearn to impart my centuries of knowledge and experience upon you, Master. May this unworthy servant continue?”

“God, yes! And don’t fucking stop until I’m done!”

“As my Lord wishes, glooomph~!”

Diving back onto his meatpole, Konoha took him right to the root in a lightning-quick movement. If Franklin needed any more proof she was magical, that was it. She didn’t **** or gag as her tight throat opened for him, moaning and swallowing his modest rigidity whole like a cum-starved sex bomb.

The exotic Kitsune fucked her exquisite face on his stiff prong, claw-like nails pricking his bare ass as she rammed him down her slender neck. Esophageal muscles milked Franklin’s length, squeezing and contracting, replacing his bones with quivering jelly.

He wanted to relish the moment, really drink in the sight and feel of the mythical fox-eared knock-out gobbling him whole, but she’d severely undersold her coital talents.

“Oh… Oh shit! I-I-I’m about to blow.” He cried, seizing the aforementioned ears and burying himself completely in her pretty mouth. “Here it comes!”

”Uuummff~!”

Konoha’s voluminous tails went wild, and she shook like an epileptic when Franklin erupted. White-hot bliss consumed every cell of his being during the borderline religious experience of filling the beautiful Kitsune’s ravenous maw.

She purred and gulped, not struggling as he pinned her there, bellicose balls resting on her chin. Years worth of tension, stress, and frustration draining out of him, which the fox spirit happily slurped up.

Time slowed to a crawl, a trapped fly in amber, until Franklin staggered backward, short-winded. Konoha’s tails uncoiled, and somehow it felt like she was releasing him rather than the other way around.

“Yum… thank you for the meal, my Lord.” She smiled demurely, licking her teeth clean. Elongated canines caught the light. “Impressive. You immediately attacked my weak spots. Where did you learn that a kitsune’s ears are so sensitive? I nearly went crazy when you grabbed them.”

“Instinct, I guess.” Franklin muttered, propping himself against a benchtop. “Holy Cannoli, woman. You nearly sucked out my soul.”

“Nonsense, Master.” Konoha’s laughter chimed like silver bells. “I am no succubi or hellspawn trying to steal your essence. That was simply our shared bond solidifying once you properly claimed me.”

Their shared what now?

“Um, yeah.” A deep sense of unease crept over Franklin. “About that… is there any fine print I should be aware of, or is it only a sex thing?”

“My Lord is a wit!” She giggled girlishly, swaying subtly and drawing attention to her rich curves. “I will enjoy serving you as we work to broaden your influence together. I can already detect many sources of ancient power laying dormant nearby.”

“Wait, can you really?” His interest peaked. “Like, in this basement?”

“Certainly, Master. Would you like me to show you?”

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