It took me all of 7 minutes to replicate every single line of text in all 422 scrolls, and once complete, I had a slight headache and was a bit dizzy, but other than that, I was good to go, so while being careful not to smash any of the sentry golems, I made my way back to Xilia, and we snuck out.
Half an hour later, we were back on the road in Baby.
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"That was…something…here I was thinking it would be like one of those Mission Impossible movies, but instead it was…"
"Boring? Lackluster? Lame? Yeah, that’s how most heists usually are. Movies hype them up too much." I said with a shrug as I hit the gas and accelerated back up to 120 mph and back onto the highway out of Cambridge.
"So what’s next?"
"We get far enough away from civilization and then set up camp underground," I said without an ounce of hesitation, even though I knew how she was going to react.
"UGHHHH Comeee onnnn, why is it always underground bunkers with you? Why can’t we just go back to Gnarnia, or better yet HOME?" With an obnoxious groan, Xilia thumped her head on the window and complained.
"Yeah…sure, let’s totally teleport back home when there was a FUCKING ANCIENT DEMI-GOD IN MY HEAD LESS THAN A DAY AGO. That would be the dumbest thing we could do."
"Until I am 100% sure there is nothing attached to either of us that can track our locations, we stay hidden, be it in on-the-fly bunkers or motels, but for now, we camp. So I hope you brought all your cosmetics and shit because it’s going to take me a few days to translate all the scrolls."
"DAYYYYSSS! Fine, but you better fuck me senseless during your breaks. How long have we been at it, and I’m still not pregnant." With a huff, Xilia gave in and demanded to be sexed up, which was totally fine in my book.
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After driving west for several hours and watching the sun not only rise but also set, we ended up somewhere in Missouri, where I pulled off at a random abandoned rest stop, activated my Geomancy Talent, and had the ground swallow us whole while sitting comfortably inside Baby.
Creating a downward tunnel that acted like an elevator, Xilia and I sunk deeper and deeper into the Earth’s crust. I would continuously harden the ground above us, closing up the car-sized tunnel and turning it into a simple exhaust vent. Once we passed the 500-meter mark, only then did I stop our descent and begin widening the tunnel into a 300-square-foot room.
To say I had gotten used to this procedure would be an understatement, considering I had built almost 30 bunkers all over the United States over the last two years, and this room was a cakewalk for me.
Xilia, on the other hand, was visibly nervous during the whole thing, as it was her first time witnessing such a grand sight as the literal EARTH OPENING AND EATING US.
Still, as she had grown used to me doing crazy shit, this was par for the course, and by the time I was finished, she had already left the safety of Baby and went out to explore our new home for the next few days.
"Hey, question…can you do something about the floor, like make it into solid concrete or something of that nature?" Tapping her foot several times and watching dust and dirt kick up into the air, Xilia asked, causing me to sigh, exit Baby, and stomp the ground twice, transforming the dirt into something akin to solid, flat concrete, free of any dirt or particulates.
"Kayyy, Thanks; ONWARD TO DECORATING, we need a bathroom here, a kitchen here, and of course a bedroom…and Hey…what are you doing…NNNGHHHH AHHHH!" As she walked around the large, empty underground bunker, Xilia was pointing all over the place and saying what she wanted to go where, and that was when I snuck up behind her, lifted up the hem of her black skirt, slid her panties to the side….spat on and then shove my cock inside of her without any warning.
"You told me to fuck you senseless, don’t go back on your words now," I stated with a teasing tone as I relentlessly rammed her from behind over and over, to the point that we soon found ourselves on the ground fucking doggy style and filling our empty bunker with the thick sounds of sex.
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Well, unknowingly, we may have lost about 6 hours because of that little…bit of entertainment, but once we got cleaned up, the two of us set forth transforming the giant stone box into a livable building, with fully furnished rooms and all.
And so what would turn out to be a two-week endeavor began.
My days were straightforward: wake up, shower, make coffee, sit at the table and work on a scroll, sex at noon, lunch, back to scrolls, break for dinner at 7 pm, another sex session, scrolls again until 2 am, when I would finish up for the night, and spend the next 4 hours filling Xilia with as much as my semen as her body could handle.
This cycle repeated over and over for 14 days until finally, a little after dinner on the last day, I finished writing out and translating the last of the 400+ scrolls.
Reading the final line of text, I slapped the stack of papers on the table and stood up in annoyance, drawing Xilia’s attention from across the bunker.
"Let me guess….we have to go on another heist…don’t we."
"And here I was thinking that I was the mind reader, but yeah, it’s not enough; I need more data…with what I have, I can only complete 35% of my profile for each of the Dievas,"
"35% of the over 50 Dievas….I’d say that’s not a terrible result, wouldn’t you?" Getting up and walking over without a shred of clothing and white liquid dribbling down her thighs from our earlier escapade, Xilia sauntered to my side and sat me back down before snuggling my head in between her breasts.