Chapter Twenty One

Franklin turned his attention to her at last. Wreathed in armor and flames, Bernie was hardly inconspicuous. Firelight danced on the sheen of perspiration coating his statuesque build, casting each hard ridge and cleft in stark definition when he withdrew from Daphne to face her.

With a wet shlorp, his manhood was unsheathed. An intimidating weapon. Exceptionally large and girthy, rigid as a lance and leaking prodigious amounts of cum which puddled on the floor.

Bernie’s thighs clenched at the sight of it, further stoking the furious furnace in her loins.

“Ah, Bernadette. It brings me joy to greet you this night.” Franklin tossed Daphne’s convulsing figure aside and spread his massive arms in welcome, unashamed of his nudity, wearing Konoha like a fluffy pink backpack. “Our endeavors are a success, and the years of hardship are ending. The wisdom of Solomon has liberated me from the shackles of mediocrity to reign heaven’s justice–”

“Shut up, you pompous jerk.” Embers chased the fist she aimed at his lantern jaw. “You’ve wrecked everything!”

It connected with a satisfying thud that twisted his face to the side and shut his fool mouth. Bernie planted another in his stomach, pushing Franklin back a step, followed by a few more.

“The department is ruined! My diploma won’t be worth shit! Your fox-slut crammed a bunch of dead gods in my head–”

“Hey, that’s not fair.” Konoha protested, hiding behind Franklin’s broad back. “I didn’t know what that artifact would do.”

“That makes it worse! We’ll be expelled in disgrace.” Bernie kept hammering him with fiery blows. “The scandal will dog our heels for the rest of our lives. I’ll be lucky to land a job at an antique store, and you’ll be serving prison dinners once Daphne regains her senses!”

To emphasize her point, she drove a knee upward, targeting his low-hanging fruit when a mitt-sized hand intercepted the attack.

“Enough.” Franklin commanded. The single word was gently spoken with unwavering authority. Bernie’s legs almost buckled at his deep, rumbling tone. She hated that. Resentment boiled. “You have been wronged, Bernadette. Poorly used by those tasked to nurture and cultivate your potential, as I once was but no longer. Fear not, child. Everything will be as the Almighty wills.”

The kitsune peeped over his shoulder to shoot her a lewd wink before ducking again. Daphne slumped over the timber crate insensate, wrapped securely in crimson cords, drooling saliva and sticky jizz from both ends.

“You’re not hearing me.” Bernie laid another hit to his jaw, snarling when it didn’t leave a mark. Her pussy throbbed. “Listen to the crap spewing from your mouth, Franklin. You got whammied by fairy sex dust; now we all have to live with the consequences. Well, you don’t take a dump on my life without copping a few shovelfuls in return, bastard!”

She walked him back under a barrage of solid swings and jabs. The fire on her knuckles didn’t mar his solid flesh any more than the sledgehammer impacts. Franklin kept shrugging off bone-shattering strikes as if they were nothing, batting away her kicks with relaxed ease.

“This basement is a coffin meant to bury us, child–”

“Call me child one more time,” Her foot snapped out, cratering the brick wall beside him. Rage and arousal flared hotter. “I fucking dare you! I’ve got a bunch of angry gods baying for blood in my skull.”

Catching her wrists, Franklin yanked her toward him. So close, Bernie could only stare into his placid expression, almost close enough to kiss. She gnashed her teeth instead.

“I’m sorry you got caught up in everything. Truly.” He whispered, some of the old Frank flickered within that flinty stare. “But this is for the best, Bernie. The wool has been lifted from my eyes. There is no dignity in skulking like rats, scared of the grander events sweeping our world. We are on the cusp of great things. Ancient powers clamor to be unearthed. This is what we were born to be: explorers and discoverers of lost secrets. Heralds of the Divine Return.”

The violently charged moment was oddly intimate. She struggled against him, pitting strength against strength in a deadlocked battle. Franklin’s tremendous turgidity prodded at her corsetted middle, smearing dense globs of white across the jade leather. He was massive in every measurement—tall, broad, yoked out, and hung like a demi-god.

Bernie’s overheated snatch practically purred.

“Nobody wants what’s stuck inside me to return.” She growled, hooking a limber leg around his thigh and tugging at him. “I’m a walking, talking Pandora’s box full of blood-thirsty deities.”

“You wear it well, Bernie.” He murmured, warm breath caressed her lips. “The leather and feathers match your new physique. It feels good to be strong, doesn’t it? To set aside fear and anxiety, embracing the boons only the gods can grant. Embrace it. Be reborn in the holy fire that enshrines you…”

“Yeah, those totally sexy flames.” Konoha's chronically cheerful face poked up from behind Franklin’s shoulder again. “Listen to my Master and keep rocking that look, bestie.”

“I’m not talking to you, pest.” Bernie glared daggers at the grinning kitsune.

“How rude. We were getting along famously…”

“Be silent, Konoha,” Franklin commanded. His magisterial tone would have soaked an entire underwear department’s stock of panties. The cute fox spirit’s jaw clicked shut with a whimper. “You have wronged an innocent. Transgressed the limits of common decency by imposing your libidinous desires upon a good, kind woman. Kneel in penance and beg her forgiveness.”

“As you wish, my Lord.”

Bernie didn’t trust the hungry glint in Kitsune’s almond eyes when she slipped out of her loose kimono slid to the floor, wriggling between their feet to prostrate herself.

“I beg your pardon, Mistress. This lowly temple guardian merely wished to curry favor with her gift.” Konoha crooned, her bowed head positioned squarely beneath Bernie’s dripping slit. Sprinkling juices speckled her lilac hair. “Please allow her to make amends by faithfully servicing you until she is absolved of any offense.”

“That’s better, right?” Franklin rubbed his slick, plum-sized crown across Bernie’s taut tummy. The heat of it matched her flames, baking through the leather. “Let her show you how sorry she is with an act of contrition.”

The blazing redhead glanced down to see slitted amethyst orbs watching her from under the mouthwatering protuberance spurting gooey ropes that drooped onto the curvy kitsune’s upturned face. The fox girl’s exuberant grin didn’t falter, eliciting a shock of irrational envy in Bernie.

Did she desire this larger, more dominant version of Franklin so severely?

Her form-fitting armor was dissolving under the **** of his potent seed. Melting away into lingerie-like jade strings, scarcely concealing her most sensitive parts. The short skirt evaporated, unveiling Bernie’s sopping sex. The cups of her corset top followed suit, baring her full breasts and strawberry nipples.

“Oh, Mistress! Your pretty kitty looks scrumptious.” Konoha chirped, heedless of the pungent fluids splattering her cheeks. “May this unworthy servant sample a taste?”

“May she?” Franklin’s lips brushed her ear, grinding himself harder against her. “Take control. Seize the wheel and steer your fate. You’re no longer a passenger on the cruise ship of life, Bernie. You are the captain now and can chart your course. Speak the words. What do you want?”

Christ, what did she want?

Bernie had accepted every iota of power Xōchiquetzal and the diminished Aztec pantheon could spare her. She’d sailed cosmic tides, gained supernatural strength, and literally burned with anger and lust. Franklin was right there, his supersized prick christening her with virile cum.

She resented and craved him simultaneously with every panted breath.

The briefly glimpsed potential she’d read in the stars outshone all previous concerns. Made them seem foolish and meaningless, the petty ambitions of an insect unaware of the mountain overshadowing it. This gloomy basement, her worthless degree, the angst she had endured for what ultimately amounted to nothing in the infinitely bigger picture…

What will you do, my High Priestess?

“Screw it. The crazy fox can eat me out before I hate fuck you into the floor.” Bernie snarled, mashing his lips with hers.

Their tongues wrestled, and Franklin grunted when she arched against him—a fresh battleline drawn in their war for dominance. Hardened muscles collided, but her womanly softness tugged an inevitable response from the ensorcelled member sandwiched between them.

It lurched and jerked. Sanctified spunk sprayed their grappling bodies. Bernie grinned victoriously into the tempestuous kiss–secure in an early victory–before a slow, languorous lick dredged her thrumming slit and circled the cluster of nerves at her apex.

“Haaah~!”

“Mistress’s flavor is of exceptional quality.”

Clawed fingertips grasped her sturdy thighs, and Konoha buried her adorable face deep in Bernie’s cleft. The fox spirit was wedged between their humping lower halves, her pink-haired head bumping off Franklin’s sturdy quads each time he thrust his mighty hips, jamming her agile tongue into Bernie’s glistening nethers.

Incredibly soft fluffy tails batted their legs and asses. The smell of cherry blossoms was cloying, but Bernie didn’t care.

Blood and fire scalded her veins. Her loins boiled like molten magma, edging closer to eruption under the exceptional lingual talents of the muff-munching kitsune.

She dove into the kiss, biting Franklin’s bottom lip. He grunted into her mouth, dropping his hands to maul her exposed tits. Bernie moaned in soulful pleasure. Her freed hands grabbed his mussed hair and yanked him down into her swollen cleavage to lavish her aching teets.

As he should, daughter. The goddess hummed approval. You are the avatar of fertility, pregnancy and childbirth. It is only proper that he worships those bounteous treasures of womanhood.

“Trying to enjoy a moment here.” Bernie gasped, shuddering under the tandem attacks on her erogenous zones. Burning skin blazed brighter. “Oh fuck… don’t stop. Don’t either of you dare stop! I-I’m almost there… oooh~! Fuck yes!”

Kohona’s tongue twisted and twirled like a tornado inside her. Franklin's mouth and fingers pinched and teased her sensitive peaks. His fat cock-head tried to bore into her sternum, drenching it with lubricious seed that dribbled down the sharp V of her pelvis to be lapped up by the greedy fox slut.

They bucked together. Spasms and jolts of electrified rapture wracked their entangled forms as Bernie unraveled, breaking apart on the rocky shores of carnal euphoria. Milk streamed from her raspberry teets, gushing in sync with her hyper-stimulated pussy, dousing both Franklin and fox girl in motherly juices.

“Ugh, that hit me right in the eyeball.” The chiseled adonis wiped at his face. “Not going to complain about the taste, though. You’re fucking delicious, Bernadette. How about a second helping?”

His ribald rod pulsed riotously against her abs, untouched the bonfire that was her skin. Konoha was equally unbothered, though she’d slowed the tempo to a sensual tongue bath, cleaning Bernie’s tingling folds for her master.

“That was the three hundred and fourth secret kata, aptly named ‘The Empress in Repose.’” The Kitsune’s breath caressed her mound. “I am pleased my Mistress enjoyed this lowly servant’s humble ministrations.”

A smug note in her voice stoked Bernie’s fury anew as though one lightning-quick climax settled the debt and absolved her of guilt. The urge to punish her further was strong, but a more primal imperative churned in the fiery redhead’s core.

Franklin’s herculean form and unwilting manhood glowed like burnished bronze in her flickering firelight, well within her reach. Larger than any implanted memory of jaguar warriors, more solid and enduring than a stone idol. Heat seeped through her, pooling down below.

Howling another warcry, she swatted Konoha aside and lept. Tackling him to the ground with borrowed strength, she landed astride his naked crotch, pinning his shoulders with both hands.

“Want some more, you puffed-up moron?” Bernie’s pussy rested against his rocky base. She could feel his racing pulse through the rigid pillar of manmeat, standing at attention against her stomach. “Just because I want to fuck you doesn’t mean I’ve forgiven you. Bear that in mind while I use this big, stupid dick to get myself off.”

Franklin frowned but nodded. “As iron sharpens iron, so a friend sharpens a friend.”

“Quoting the Old Testament? Wow, you’re a real piece of work.”

“Do not rebuke mockers, or they will hate you; rebuke the wise, and they will love you.” He replied, latching onto her milk-laden tits again and squeezing wondrously. “So said King Solomon.”

“Shut the hell up already.” Bernie groaned, lifting her hips to guide him into her damp entrance. “You talk too much.”

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