Chapter Twenty Five

Franklin barreled through the archive’s doors with Bernie’s flaming thighs locked around his bullish neck as she hung upside down, hugging his waist and furiously deep-throating his cock.

Her drenched ginger muff occupied his mouth and chin. He lapped at it ravenously, ricochetting blindly off a shelf of Mesopotamian carvings, scattering them like dust on the wind.

“Hmmph~!” The warrior priestess temporarily freed her mouth to snarl a warning. “Watch where you’re going, clutz. Those are genuine antiquities… Aahhhh!”

Her harsh words ended in a slutty moan when Franklin buzzed his lips over her love button, stoking the fire that bathed her. She clawed at his ass, raking nails across steely buttocks before swallowing his enormous entirety again.

Bernie’s tumbling coppery locks and ornate feathered headdress swung like the flap barbarian’s loincloth, long enough to sweep the ground between his stumbling feet. She was relentless in her attacks. Her snug esophagus milked the **** girth, gulping the seemingly bottomless supply of sticky sperm as though it were manna from heaven.

Franklin shuddered through another epic release, knees knocking, blasting a potent load directly into her toned tummy. Bernie welcomed it with a satisfied hum, which vibrated through his engorged manhood like a jumbo-sized kazoo.

“Lord, grant me strength!” He hollered before retaliating, swirling his tongue through her sodden folds.

Her shaking calves clamped over his ears, threatening to cave in his skull as more of her jubilant nectar squirted. A regular mortal would have been pulped, but Franklin was one of God’s chosen, blessed with the might, ferocity and wisdom of the heavenly host.

So he endured. Fighting the good fight. Battling with any weapon at hand. His spouting cock, tireless mouth and nimble tongue, mainly.

Bernie appeared to have some divine backers of her own, as her steadfast persistence and superhuman feats of sexual athleticism indicated. Also, the flames were a dead giveaway.

They wrestled. Locked together in a sex-driven struggle for dominance. Trading life-changing orgasms instead of blows. Two ancient pantheons evenly matched.

“Whoa, look out!” A familiar feminine voice cried when they collided with a stack of crates, splintering the wood. “Take care, Master. I haven’t sorted through that section yet!”

Franklin’s gaze flitted about, finding Konoha off to his left, fussing over an eclectic exhibit she was in the process of arranging. The curvy fox girl’s many tails swayed above her naked toosh as she draped a ratty fur stole over a crudely chiseled granite bench she’d presumably dragged into a cleared space in the middle of the archive.

Around it was a mishmash of archeological findings from almost every era and civilization in recorded history: a legionnaire's baton, velum scrolls, soapstone figurines, bronze tablets, flint tools with rawhide-wrapped handles and more. They were laid in a pattern, the stone seat at the center.

Dumbfounded by the bizarre setup, Franklin tapped Bernie’s side, signaling a time-out. The muscular redhead wasn’t inclined to stop at first until he forcibly yanked her gorgeous face off his monstrous cock by a fistful of hair.

“Had enough, you mouthy motherfucker?” She blurted through cum-glossed lips before twisting awkwardly to see what had snared his attention. “What the…”

“Oh, oh! Don’t look! It’s meant to be a surprise.” Konoha exclaimed, hopping about and waving her arms in front of them.

Franklin wasn’t having it, and neither was Bernie, as she flipped off his broad chest in a graceful somersault. She stuck the landing in a crouch and then rose to her feet with fists on her fiery hips in a no-nonsense posture.

Naked and brilliant to behold, she broadcasted strength and authority on every frequency. Together, they formed a united front that armies could break upon. Franklin’s admiration and desire for the one-time wallflower grew, even as the buxom kitsune quailed anxiously under their accusatory glares.

Then she surprised him by taking his hand and brushing a thumb over his knuckles in a silent show of support before asking. “Konoha, what are you up to now? What is all this? Speak true to your Mistress.”

The adorable fox spirit wilted like a kid caught with the cookie jar. Her furry ears and tails sagged as she stared dejectedly at her feet.

“I’m sorry, Mistress. I found a stash of the good stuff–like, proper arcane goodies–out the back and got excited.” She explained. “I was preparing a spiritual spell array to recharge them all at once and channel their power into Master through the throne over there. There's no sense in leaving it all behind when we leave, right?”

“In the day of prosperity be joyful, but in–” Franklin sought wisdom in silence after Bernie’s grip tightened painfully. He’d enjoy repaying her for that later.

“When we leave? Where are we going?” She asked innocently.

“Anywhere is better than this dump, surely.” The fox girl sniffed dismissively at their surroundings. “This place is full of dead things belonging to dead people. It’s a tomb. The two of you are brimming with life and vitality, and–thanks to Master–I am too.

“There’s an entire world for us to explore,” she continued, her slitted amethyst eyes sparkling. "We could return to Japan, unearth the hidden dens of my people, recover the secrets sealed within, and restore the kitsune to our revered station once again. Or we could travel to this Mexico place Master mentioned earlier. I can feel the connection between you and the lands to the south, Mistress. It would undoubtedly lead you to buried treasures there we could use…”

Indeed I would. To assist in fulfilling our bargain, naturally. Xōchiquetzal crooned approval. I like this one, daughter. She is a trickster but useful. Let’s keep her close.

“...and we’d fuck and collect new wives and concubines for Master while we toured the globe. Every emperor needs a harem and you would be his queen, Mistress. Above all others in status and importance. Indulging any dream or fantasy you wished as we gather wealth, prestige and power in his name to build a nation for you both to rule.”

It was a hell of a pitch.

Franklin’s slab-like cock lurched, ejecting a stream of spunk in gloopy ropes that arced through the air. Bernie’s empty twat ached at the sight. She released his hand to grab that meaty shaft and guided him toward the granite bench as though it were a leash.

Drawing closer, she recognized the stacked rocks and mortar. It was a throne of Charlemagne, not unlike the one in the Aachen Cathedral, but smaller if no less significant.

“Bernice, what are you doing?” He asked, a measure of uncertainty tainting his commanding tone.

“I’m tired of fighting the inevitable, Franklin. The last few years of my life have been a Sisyphean struggle. Can’t blame me for taking an easy out.” She said, guiding him to sit before straddling his lap. “You can be a pompous bastard but you mean well, most of the time. I don’t know if Konoha’s spell will work or if the Do-Me Dust will wear off in the morning. Either way, you’ve got big muscles and a giant dick right now and can fuck like a champion stud, so let’s see where this rabbit hole leads us.”

Without further preamble, Bernie braced her knees beside his hips, lifted, then lowered herself onto him.

Franklin grunted as her slick folds parted around his stout girth. Warm wetness welcomed him in with a velvet embrace. His hands shot to her rear, latching onto two firm ass cheeks that were sculpted by the gods and clutching them possessively as she began to move.

Bernie rocked her smooth pelvis as though she were riding a horse, short back-and-forth motions that made her silky channel glide and clench around his ironclad manhood. She emitted quiet gasps as he reached her innermost depths, leaning forward to press her milky breasts into his face.

“Oh goodie, everyone’s on board with the plan.” Konoha bounced with glee. The irrepressible fox spirit was very bouncy in general. “Stay right there. I’ll go fetch the rope sluts real quick, and then we’ll get started.”

She was gone in a flurry of waving pink tails, leaving Bernie grinding avidly on Franklin’s hard cock until he finally spoke.

“I should probably apologize, but I’m not sorry how things turned out,” he muttered around a lactating teet. “We’re finally special, Bernie, and I think the spell will work. The spiritual arts kitsune use aren’t like fae magic. From what little I understand, they create or block ethereal connections. The Do-Me Dust simply jump-started Konoha’s proverbial engine, and she’s running on her own steam now.”

“Glad to hear that mouth is good for more than slinging bible verses and performing oral.” She groaned, increasing the tempo as their flesh slapped together. “Welcome back.”

“It’s not easy. My head is stuffed with Solomon’s memories and knowledge, while my soul is mainlining pure celestial energy. Fuck, that pussy is on fire! If I’m not careful, it’ll have me declaring a holy crusade and charging off to retake Jerusalem from the heathens.”

“You’re not… Mmmph~! That’s it, suck Mama’s fat nipples… You’re not even Jewish.”

“Right? Imagine the… fuck yeah, ride my cock! Imagine the shit-show that would be.”

Bernie’s flames, which had reduced to the barest flicker on her skin, reignited back like she’d been doused in gasoline when Franklin thrusted upward. His large fingers dug into her heart-shaped butt to drag her back down his cunt-spearing gigantitude.

He savaged her creamy tits, taking turns suckling on them as they wobbled in his face, leaking on his stubbly jaw. Every mouthful only made him thirsty for more sweet ambrosia, fueling his turbo-charged libido and arcing bolts of hedonistic pleasure through Bernie’s glorious tit-flesh.

“Drink it all, baby. Haaah~!” She grabbed his hair and smothered him in soft cleavage, loving the way he pounded her insides. “Mama needs a strong hunk to suck her big titties dry while she takes this supersized babymaker for a spin.”

“Behold, children are a heritage from the Lord–shit, sorry! Keep working that ass, Bernie. You’re tight as a fucking clam!”

They bucked together atop the ancient throne. Enhanced muscles gleaming with sweat and rivulets of milk. Shared juices matted the animal skin under Franklin’s backside and soaked into the stone as they crashed into each other with escalating lust and ****.

”Mm-hmm! You’re stirring Mama’s pussy, Baby… Oooh~! You’re drilling her womb with that glorious big boy cock!” Bernie wailed, feeling the heat of his precum spilling inside her. “You can cum for Mama, can’t you? Hrrrgh! You can deliver a hot, virile load and knock her up. Pleeeease, Mama wants it so badly!”

She had seriously underestimated the Aztec Goddess’s effect on her and didn’t care then. She was lighting up the storeroom with her blazing desire to procreate. Her hair was a mane of living flame under the feathered headdress.

Every scrap of her being clamored to be impregnated–to carry new life and swell her flat belly. With the influence of two powerful pantheons at play, it was more than a sure thing. She’d birth triplets at the very least.

Bernie craved that more than she had anything before.

She wrenched Franklin’s head back and smashed her lips into his. Their tongues met forcefully, tasting each other and sharing the flavor of her sweet lactate. They were avatars of the peak human condition, performing a rare exhibition of raw physical sexuality to perfection.

“Give it to me, baby. Yaaah~!” She gasped into his mouth. “Blow your potent spunk deep into Mama’s womb. Hnnnnh! I’m so damn fertile for you… I’ll get pregnant straight away, I promise!”

“Of fuck, Bernie! I’m about to cum!”

She clamped down and ground him to the base in her spasming snatch. Arching beautifully and shoving her quivering tits in his face again. She could almost hear his balls rumbling, preparing to launch their sticky payload and that thought alone sent her spiraling into a monumental climax.

“YESSSS!! Breed Mama, baby! Breed me! Breed me! Breeeeeed meeee~!”

Her thick corded thighs immobilized Franklin’s lower half as though she were terrified he’d pull out. She needn’t have worried because a second later, he added his voice to hers in an ear-splitting roar and erupted.

Part of Bernie was back in the cosmos, soaring between the stars on wings of ecstasy as he blasted an unbelievable quantity of manseed deep into her. It rushed out of him, hot and heavenly, stuffing her past the capacity a normal mortal woman could bear.

Franklin was grunting something into her smooshed cleavage. A prayer, perhaps. She would have laughed if she’d had the breath to spare.

Instead, she luxuriated in bliss, soaking in the offering to her goddess and feeling it quicken in her womb. Oh yes, Bernie had a few buns in the oven. Xōchiquetzal’s incorporeal presence radiated smug satisfaction but remained silent.

When she finally returned to herself, the blazing redhead stroked her stomach contentedly. She was still atop Franklin, and his huge rod remained rock-hard inside her as he lapped at her dribbling teets. Incredible, given how much sperm he’d deposited in her baby bank.

“Got enough juice left in you for round two, stud?” She inquired sweetly, giving her round toosh a little shake. “Want to see if you can pooch Mama’s tummy with a few buckets of cum?”

His gaze whipped up to meet hers, and there was a slightly feral quality to his wolfish grin.

“All the rivers run into the sea; yet the sea is not full.” Franklin’s brow creased in frustration. “Dammit! I meant to say; hell yes. This fucking amulet should come with a warning label.”

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