Chapter Twenty Two

Bernie groaned, lifting her hips to guide Franklin into her damp entrance. With a whorish moan, she sank down his cunt-splitting length. It spread her wide open, grinding and scraping her internal walls like a city bus ramming a pedestrian tunnel. Her G-spot was immediately obliterated—the rough patch of nerves crushed under the onslaught of turgid tissue that punched into her empty womb.

“Hrrrn~! Christ, that’s hitting my deepest parts… aaah… n-never felt this f-full before.”

“A merry heart doeth goo–”

Bernie slapped a palm over Franklin’s blathering mouth with a groan, then shifted her shapely butt in the beginnings of a slow, controlled ride.

The pressure on her insides was immense. Her silken channel coiled and stretched around his girth, vibrating with pleasure. He was breaking virgin ground within her sex, mapping uncharted reaches. It was almost painful, but the Goddess’s power hummed in approval, adding more fire to the union.

Bernie struggled not to surrender to immediate gratification.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck… mm-hmm!” She trembled, gyrating her hips in small, jittery circles. “Pull on my nipples. They’re b-bursting with milk… haaah~... Damn fertility goddess t-turned me into a heifer.”

Franklin tried to speak but Bernie wasn’t having any of it. The dolt had gained the body of an Olympian and a world-class cock, yet he wanted to wreck the mood with his penny-ante preaching.

Still, he could take instruction, she learned, after a few delirious tugs on her lactating teets. There was hope for the new-minted stud yet, especially when he started to thrust.

His beefy tip pierced her core with the first upward lunge, lifting them both off the floor, no mean feat given Bernie’s increase in tits, ass and dense muscle mass. She was Amazonian in proportion–a true warrior priestess–and would likely have shattered a weaker man’s pelvis when she rode him down into the cement.

“Gonna be… like that… is it?” She gasped, locking his waist between her knees. Milk flowed freely, splattering them both. “C’mon then… yah~! Let’s fuck like titans… and see who’s… left st-standing in the… mmmrgh~... morning.”

Franklin’s response was to lick the palm muzzling him. Dirty pervert. Bernie quickened her bone-breaking pace, bouncing atop him like a flame-wreathed Valkyrie as she fought down the gathering storm of ecstasy.

“Ara ara, you both look seriously hot.” Konoha reappeared, kneeling naked by her master’s head as though she had teleported there. “No pun intended, bestie. Say, if you want that hand free, I’m certain my Lord Franklin can find other uses for his glib tongue.”

“Hey, don’t forget about me.” Daphne croaked groggily from somewhere behind them.

Sweet baby Jesus, it was like a goddamn zoo in here. Bernie needed everyone to quit their squawking until she got her pound of stiff, snatch-smashing flesh and baby-making cream pie.

Hold up, was that last part her or Xōchiquetzal’s influence? The goddess remained tight-lipped, probably content to enjoy the show.

“Fine. Whatever. But if he starts pontificating again, I swear I’ll fucking **** him.”

The fox-eared short-stack glanced at her Master, then cheered happily at his vigorous nod of approval.

“Yay! This is totally great—the first step in forming a proper imperial harem worthy of his peerless majesty and magical prowess.” She babbled, eagerly settling her peachy caboose on Franklin’s face, lilac tails whipping about excitedly. “Ignore the pain slut back there. She’ll be of lowly a cock-sheath footstool or something like that. Not worth bothering–erk!”

The kitsune’s running commentary abruptly ended when Bernie leaned forward, shoving a fat tit in her mouth.

“Shut up and suck, brat. Mama’s getting busy here.” The statuesque redhead’s angry snarl became a moan when Konoha’s fangs grazed her rubbery peak, followed by hungry slurping. “Ah, shit. That’s better… hyaa! Now, where were we, tough guy?”

It wasn’t long before she was back to full steam. Bernie bucked and writhed atop Franklin, whose attention was divided between cramming her soaking depths with his enormous, ecclesiastic erection and driving the sexy fox spirit wild with his oral affections.

Konoha mewled into Bernie’s milky cleavage, tufted ears twitching, sliding her round rear back and forth over Franklin’s lips and chin. Apparently, he had hidden talents or whatever had turned him into a completely jacked holy roller who knew how to give a girl head.

Bernie ferreted that information away to be unpacked later.

Right now, they were balls deep into a clash for dominance. Two magically-enhanced mortals, juiced up on divine energy, fucking like mythical heroes amid the remains of the Madison-U archeology department.

It was madness.

It was sheer insanity.

It was hotter than hell’s pepper patch, and Bernie physically burned for more.

“You gonna cum for me, big boy?” She groaned, rolling her hips in sinuous undulations. He was stretching her gloriously, and she was getting perilously close to cumming. “You gonna… nnnrgh… dump a potent load in my fertile womb? Ommff~! I’m not on the p-pill. Those Old Testament guys always had… ohhhh… hordes of children, right?”

If Franklin had a smart-arse reply, it was lost in Konoha’s pussy. His thrusting grew more intense, more animalistic, and Bernie felt the first drops of liquid warmth spilling into her. She only needed to hold out a fraction longer.

Easier said than done.

There was just so much of him dragging at her internal walls with each toe-curling withdrawal, then gouging her middle with each returning plunge. A monsoon of her womanly fluids mingled with the milk drenching his lap, creating a wet splash every time they slammed together.

The kitsune was alternating her suckling–switching between huge, lactating breasts–feeding from one teet then the other. She greedily swallowed great mouthfuls, moaning and kneading the unoccupied tit with her clawed fingertips like a cat making biscuits but never puncturing Bernie’s fortified flesh.

It was a sensory **** on two fronts. Inexorably drawing Bernie towards an ecstatic conclusion.

She wanted Franklin to explode inside her–no, she craved the feeling of his steamy seed bathing her innermost places and marking her with his offspring…

But she refused to surrender without a fight.

Some aspect of the power vested in her by a bloodthirsty pantheon of Aztec deities would not simply allow her to cede this battle. There was a nobleness in combat which made defeat all the sweeter. To the victor went the spoils, but only if they earned them.

Bernie doubled down. Gritting her teeth as she fought back the orgasmic tides that threatened to drown her.

“Come on, stud… give me all you’ve got.” She chuffed, taking him to the base and clenching her abdominals, bearing down with all she had. Squeezing his gigantic cock like a vise. “Faaark~! I know you’re close let it out. Pump me full… hmmph! …of that life-giving spunk. Knock me up, dammit!”

Konoha detached from Bernie’s puckered nip to howl her pleasure, quivering atop Franklin’s delving tongue. “Do it, Master! Claim Mistress as your harem queen forever!”

Bernie teetered on a precipice. An infinitesimal nudge would topple her into an ocean of hedonistic exhilaration. Lust and magic warred within her. Conflicting desires–to own and be owned, to take and be taken–sundered the essence of her very being.

Everything hanged on the outcome of this contest. This battle of wills and heavenly bodies, pounding relentlessly at each other, fulfilling each other, coming together in a mating dance older than time itself.

A man and a woman–heedless of their race, creed or station–entwined in sensual bliss. Using each other to slake their carnal thirsts. Rutting like beasts, savage and perfect and…

“Just like that. Don’t stop, you amazing hunk. Holy shit, I’m cumming! I’m cumming… GODDESS, YES!!”

The jubilant scream echoed off the walls, and Bernie’s sex-addled brain only recognized the voice as her own an instant before the mother of all orgasms crashed through her like an avalanche.

Head flung back, feathered mantle flapping, spine arching, hefty tits jouncing, she yodeled in erotic exultation. Clamping down on Franklin’s slit-splitting manmeat as he flexed, then erupted inside her.

Manly heat pervaded her baby belly, spouting and spilling into her deepest depths in superhuman quantities. His large hands wrapped Bernie’s thick hips to secure her in place as a cannonade of jetting jism blasted from him.

Time slowed, losing all meaning as she wafted like smoke on a rhapsodic breeze. Xōchiquetzal’s presence stirred smugly, not speaking but basking in the languid afterglow alongside her.

The goddess had clearly missed the feel of a good, hard fucking.

When she regained her senses, Bernie was slumped forward, pressed brow to brow with Konoha, leaning against the beet-faced fox spirit for support. They were both panting for breath, sweaty and flushed with vigor. Their eyes met, and the kitsune gave her an impish, fang-toothed smile.

“What do you think, Mistress?” Her pink tails weaved lazy shapes in the air behind her. “Shall we let Master speak or swap places for round two? He’s not in a position to protest, and I can personally attest to his oral expertise.”

What will you do now, high priestess?

A part of Bernie was **** to relinquish the gut-stuffing member that remained rock-hard within her, but another, more vindictive part of her relished the idea of making Franklin clean up his mess for once.

She pulled the lilac-haired cutie in for a quick, torrid kiss, then grinned wickedly. Her flames were reduced to tiny flickers, and Konoha nearly swooned.

“Switch places with me, but move fast. If I hear another line of regurgitated scripture from him, my poor battered pussy will dry up faster than the Sahara.”

“Mm-hmm… yes, Mistress!”

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