Chapter Twenty Six

“Here we are. The whole gang is assembled to begin our next grand adventure.” Konoha rounded a shelf, hauling two erotically bound ladies like an oversized duffel bag. “Hey, you’ve already anointed the throne. Nice! Good forward thinking, Master. That’ll make this go all the faster.”

The many-tailed cutie was clearly stronger than her short stature implied, dumping the naked, writhing duo at his feet and dusting off her palms with a cheery smile.

Bernie glanced over a shoulder with a frown, still firmly straddling Franklin’s lap. “Is that Micah? What did you do to her? She looks… um, I don’t like to say–”

“Like a hyper-voluptuous sex idol?” The exuberant kitsune interjected helpfully. “Is that a correct description? I’m still learning contemporary terminology and would appreciate constructive feedback.”

“Uh, kinda, yeah.” Franklin confirmed, leaning around Bernie for a better view.

“Hurry up and stick that donkey cock in my girlfriend, beefcake,” Daphne demanded, tied securely to the Latina knockout’s back. “Shove it anywhere you want. She’s gagging for a sample of that monster dong. Really give her the business!”

Micah’s decadent hourglass figure was greatly exaggerated by the enchanted silk ropes. All flaring hips, tits and ass with a blanket of midnight hair cascading past her waspish waist. She was massively expanded and jiggled provocatively within the crimson binds that harshly pinched her pillowy flesh.

“Please… please…” She guttered, the broken noise emanating from her raspy throat. “I’ll die if I don’t have you in me soon… Master.”

A sliver of dark desire made Franklin’s cock twitch inside Bernie’s sodden folds, making her melt like butter in the sun. It was utterly wrong, but he had always yearned to sample the bombshell teaching assistant.

“You need to thoroughly baptize them with your essence for this spell to work, my Lord.” Konoha whispered hotly, docking her mouthwatering curves against his side and running clawed fingertips over his defined pecs. “Mark them as your concubines forever. Claim them. Own them. Prove you are a Prince worthy of their eternal obedience. Make them yours.”

Her crooned words were wicked honey in his ear. Like Eve offering the forbidden fruit to Adam, there was undeniable temptation. The squeezing of Bernie’s Amazonian cooch engulfing his turgid shaft wasn’t helping matters either.

She didn’t appear overly concerned when their gazes met, merely offering him a shrug that made her appetizing melons sway distractingly. Franklin’s stomach growled its approval.

“The peanut gallery in my head says take them with us but they’re not what you’d call impartial.” She sighed, kissing a line up his neck while languidly rocking her hips. “Xōchiquetzal has some seriously loud opinions about making them mommies too, and I can feel your dick lurching inside me at the idea, so let’s review our options...”

“Me first!” Konoha chirped, sandwiching his bulky bicep in her buoyant boobage. “Option one; Master fucks babies into all of us, then we head off on a globetrotting journey jam-packed with sexy fun and adventure. Emphasis on the sexy fun with as many women as we can drag into bed.”

“Shit, that sounds super hot.” Bernie gasped, her eyes shining jade-green. Franklin was inclined to agree, ardently kneading her bubble butt with both hands. “But… but… fuck, Franklin… you’re going to make me cum again. That would be… aaaah~... like **** them, wouldn’t it?”

“Who are you calling a kid, whore?” Daphne barked, squirming angrily on the floor. “Sounds to me like you’re trying to bogart Frank’s meatstick. Learn to share, bitch!”

“Noooo… Master, please…” Micah whined, tears flowing. “I’m **** for it. I’ll do anything, I swear–”

Franklin’s mind swirled with lust and power. Close as he was to dumping another gallon of virtuous seed into Bernie’s clutching snatch, all the arguing was infuriating. How was this even a discussion?

The three of them were essentially on the same page regardless. They wanted to be his–sharing his holy rigidity. Everything else was semantics. He was in charge, and what was the point of it all if he didn’t assume some fucking agency over his future?

“Enough!” He bellowed, and the women fell silent with apprehensive expressions. Turning to Konoha, he tucked a finger under her trembling chin. “Begin the ritual, I’ll take care of the rest.”

“Right away, my lord.” The dutiful kitsune bowed before bounding away, her fluffy tails weaving complex spell patterns in the air.

“Baby, what are you doing?” Bernie looked simultaneously worried and aroused when he rose to stand with her wrapped around his steely prong. “Talk to Mama… ommff~!”

Her speech changed to incoherent moans as he plowed up into her with pussy pounding strokes. battering her cervix with toe-curling blows. She clung to Franklin like a barnacle, muscular arms and legs encircling him in bands of red-hot iron.

“What I should have done from the beginning.” He answered, stooping to lay her atop the lesbian lovers as though they were a pile of cushions. With so many extravagant curves, they were probably soft enough and Bernie’s flames didn’t sear them. Probably due to the enchanted cords ensnaring their luscious flesh. “Nutting up and casting off the yoke of a society that would see me fail. Dashing aside my cowardice and misgivings to take seize opportunity by the balls. I never planned for any of this to happen, but I’d have to be the world’s greatest dipshit to look a once-in-a-lifetime gift horse in the mouth.”

He never stopped pumping as her not-inconsiderable weight settled on Micah and Daphne, forming a loose pyramid of fuckable feminity. The pair were trapped in a spooning position, Daphne’s hand fastened above her girlfriend's generous thigh, knuckles deep in dripping virgin slit.

“Look how wet she is, the silly skank.” Daphne purred, gnawing her bottom lip. “I’ve been edging her like crazy for you, ace. Keeping her primed and ready to lose her mind when you impale her on that fat bitch-breaker. She’ll gush like Niagra Falls at the first taste of our Master’s hard cock.”

“Yes, please… I need Master’s fat cock! I neeeeed it!!”

Franklin growled, and Bernie howled, spurred on by the plaintive squeals beneath them. Humming arcane symbols manifested on the floor. Interconnecting lines linked the carefully positioned relics, forming an intricate web of ghostly blue light centered around the rocky throne.

Konoha danced and spun gracefully throughout, snapping open two ornate fans decorated with a floral motif heedless of her nudity. She sang a joyous refrain in a language long forgotten. Her bushy tails constantly weaving indecipherable runes as her cherry blossom perfume pervaded the air.

The fox girl was beautiful and exotic to behold. Flush with spiritual magic and the urgent desire to serve. Franklin fixated on her, relentlessly hammering into Bernie and extending a heel backward to touch the stone seat, which was buzzing like a high-voltage relay station…

And dropped into a confusing, unfathomable maelstrom of roiling magical essences.

The spellwork around them exploded with light. Every artifact, tool and effigy rose from the floor, pulsing energy down the mystical veins directly into him. Ancient power from dozens of lost civilizations, cultures, religions, and tribes hurtled through Franklin, stitched onto his soul like a patchwork quilt as snippets of their forgotten lore flashed through his mind.

In one instant, he was a nomad, thumbing a bone talisman for luck as his hunting party tracked the great wooly beasts across a frozen tundra.

In the next, he wore a conical helm and prayed at a small roadside shrine, a bronze sickle sword across his knees.

Then he was an oracle clad in diaphanous robes, drinking the bitter elixir that would send her into a dream-like realm of prophecy.

On and on, he endured bloody battles, famines and plagues. Good harvests and bad. He bore witness to the rise of empires, only to watch them crumble under the erosion of time. He was present, however fleetingly, at great workings of sorcery and the construction of soaring monuments, met kings and queens and notable historical figures–Franklin even inhabited the skin of a few–as the combined mojo thundered into him.

He swelled with it like a rubber bladder filling with water, becoming larger, more bestial in nature. Sanguine wings emerged behind his shoulders, hooked brass talons replaced fingertips and spiraling ivory horns sprouted from his forehead.

Topping seven feet in height and several hundred pounds of defined musculature, Franklin’s irises were pools of shimmering quicksilver. Bernie convulsed uncontrollably around his inhuman enormity as it also grew. Her jade-colored eyes bugged, then rolled into her skull. Jaw hanging slack and drooling as she tried to speak.

“Big… so fucking… big!” She burbled through bubbles of saliva. Only the goddess’s blessings kept her from being torn apart. “What are you?!”

“He’s our Master and future Emperor!” Konoha leaped on Franklin’s back, shivering with excitement and brushing her lilac tails across the cliff face of muscles she found there. “Isn’t he perfect? All the best parts of the old world amalgamated into something new. Ready to take on any challenge and trample enemies beneath his boots. To breed and build a dynasty that will last for eons!”

The kitsune grabbed the base of Franklin’s fledgling wings to lever herself up to meet his lips in a tongue-fueled kiss which he enthusiastically reciprocated, mercilessly railing Bernie’s sopping, skin-tight snatch throughout.

She was surfing back-to-back waves of brain-blitzing bliss, adoring how he loomed above even her heroic physique, unable to articulate the gratitude she felt at being the object of his ravaging affection. She could only babble and shriek with each brutal lunge, squirting warm juices onto the two bimbos beneath them.

Daphne and Micah groaned under the crushing weight, but not in protest. They were kissing heatedly.

“Mmmm, I love what you’ve become, Master.” Konoha purred, nibbling Franklin’s ear and tracing the grooves of his shelf-like shoulders with her claws. “I’m so happy it was you who saved me. My most earnest wish is to spend eternity showing you how appreciative this lowly temple guardian is by serving you faithfully in every way. I will turn your every desire and darkest fantasies into reality, beginning now. Mark all three of these women you have yearned to claim with your royal seed and complete the ceremony. Then we can leave this dismal place together as your loving harem.”

Franklin could feel the pink-haired kitsune smearing her wetness against the bowed ridge of his spine, getting off on the dominant display. Bernie convulsed non-stop around his impossible width, her pupils dilated as she coaxed him towards a grand finale.

Immense power swirled and throbbed within Franklin, crying out for release. Too much power for a single mortal vessel–no matter how divinely reinforced–to contain.

“Holy shit, I’m about to explode!” He roared, sensing a connection snap into existence between him and the gorgeous redhead at the joining of their engorged sexes…

Gaping in wonder, he crested his peak, and Bernie capitulated under the overwhelming barrage of orgasmic rapture.

“Fuck me, fuck me! Give Mama another baby, baby!” She thrashed uncontrollably as a torrent of sticky seed fountained from him along with gigawatts of potent magic. “Yaaaaaaah~!!”

The power surged through the link, electrifying Bernie’s spirit as her athletic body quaked, solidifying into an ethereal bond. It saturated her at the subatomic level, a category-five typhoon of ancient energy that turned her flames white-hot and irrevocably tethered them to one another as he flooded her fertile womb again.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!” Franklin howled, packing Bernie so full her washboard abs bulged outwards and her belly button popped like a turkey timer.

“Quickly, Master.” Konoha warned. “You must bond the other two or the ritual will fail!”

Withdrawing from the redhead’s vise-like pussy and spraying cum like a broken fire hydrant, Franklin lowered his aim to slam himself into Daphne. The sheer size of his stupendous manhood split the sadistic bitch wide apart as he sank into her soaked cunt.

“Gnnnrrhhh!” She stifled an agonized scream behind clenched teeth. “That’s right, Master. This is what I deserve! Use me... wreck me... break me on your uber-cock!”

Franklin poured jizz and power into her, feeling another link lock into place. A less significant bond than that he had established with Bernie, one based on **** submission, pain and masochism rather than mutual respect.

He was bent double, practically hugging the ground with the trio of women pinned under his mountainous torso, still cumming buckets when he slipped from Daphne to ram into Micah’s welcoming wetness.

“Oh god! Oh Master! I can’t… I can’t… AAAYYEEEEE!!” The mega-bombshell wailed, immediately climaxing upon penetration as her girlfriend mercilessly strummed her love button.

She lifted a shaky knee, further opening herself to Franklin. A voluptuous masterpiece of ripe womanhood, inviting him to ravage her and paint her untouched cervix white with his virile spunk, tremoring in orgasmic seizures.

A third bond was cemented, founded on empathy, compromise and a heartfelt longing to be commanded. To fight back but ultimately be subjugated by a more dominant personality.

In a few seconds of rutting, he learned more about the Latina pin-up girl than he had throughout their entire acquaintance.

Unexplored lust and passion boiled beneath Micah’s picture-perfect exterior as he claimed her. Delivering mind-bending gratification with each pulverizing plunge into her sensational softness. Deep stores of compassion balanced by a spicy love of conflict and drama.

She was a contrary creature but no less appealing for it.

“You’re mine! All of you. Forever and always!” Franklin bellowed, wings flapping in dizzying euphoria, lighting him up on the Fourth of July.

The sweaty pile of well-fucked women cried out in erotic harmony when he pulled out to hose them down with the tail-end of his life-altering load. Great pearly wads splashed against their perfect faces, tits and asses, more drooled from their abused holes.

They basked in it as though he’d showered them in expensive jewels as the tumult of magic within him stabilized into a more manageable cycle around his core.

“Yes, Master, Yes!” Konoha gnawed on his shoulder, fluffy tails lashed, and her fragrant juices flowed down his back. “You are truly amazing. Mighty and imposing. Brave men will flee at the sight of your unmatched prowess. Women will throw themselves at your feet. Nations will tremble–”

Franklin grabbed her by the scruff like a kitten, swinging the lilac kitsune around to his front. The incorrigible short stack wiggled adorably and covered her blushing cheeks with both hands.

“Quit jawing and clean me up, fox.” He commanded, lowering her before his unflagging turgidity.

“Ara ara, but of course, Master. This lowly temple guardian lives to serve her Lord in every way!” She chirped happily, opening wide with an “Aaaah!” to vacuum his knob into her pretty mouth.

No bond was needed for her, Franklin knew this on an instinctual level. Konoha had given herself entirely to him unconditionally. She was a trickster by nature, born to sew mischief and deception, but everything she did was for him.

Her actions–regardless of ethics or morality–were for his benefit, no matter how lesser mortals perceived them. Franklin had never experienced devotion and adoration that **** before, and the raw primal energy running through his veins (thanks to her) was supremely intoxicating.

As were those slitted amethyst eyes sparkling worshipfully at him while she licked and sucked the frothy fluids of his three semi-conscious conquests off his tremendous tool.

He stroked her triangular ears affectionately, making her mewl, sorting through the memories and knowledge the mish-mash of fresh power had unlocked.

Ah, a codex of spacial runes courtesy of a Sumerian magician’s onyx ring. That was very helpful. Thank you, Konoha.

Focusing his intent and tracing a taloned fingertip through the air, Franklin drew a circle of illuminated symbols. Spreading his palms, the spell expanded, summoning a spinning, nine-foot vortex of prismatic light.

A portal to another place and time. An escape from this desolate prison that had limited his true potential for too long.

“A portal?” Konoha gasped in astonishment. “My Master continues to awe me with his sorcerous talents, but where does lead?”

Franklin furrowed his brow in concentration, weaving the complex strands of runes until they snapped into a cohesive pattern. He smiled contentedly down at the beautiful fox girl and patted her head.

“Wherever we want. Anywhere but here. Gather the girls, my most loyal and faithful servant. We’re about to embark on a grand adventure together. I can’t wait to explore the world with all of you.”

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