Max panted so hard it felt like he was having an asthma attack. His body was just covered in sweat and cum from both him and her. He moved his head slyly to the left, observing her sleeping body. He must have cum around 3 or 4 dozen times. He lost track after the 18th time. She was a minx. She just didn’t want to stop. They had done all kinds of positions. Doggy. Cowgirl, Reverse, Missionary, Prone Bone, standing, laying, you name it.
Max’s cock was still rock hard, pointing straight up with cum still leaking out of the tip gently. He rested his head back, still finding it super difficult to move his muscles. His chest and back were scratched up and looked like a horror movie set. He gently lifted his arm with great attempt, moving it to the edge of the bed.
Over time, he was eventually able to lift himself off the bed but felt his legs give out under him, landing face first to the stone floor. He recovered and grunted, lifting his body weakly with his arms.
He was sure to be quiet, as he didn’t want to wake her. He crawled along the stone, feeling the pain of his hard dick scraping along as he dragged his lower half. He reached the table of food and reached up at the goblet of endless water. He pulled it down and drank and drank, attempting to either quench his thirst or even hopes to recover his strength.
He sat there for a while, staring at the sleeping goddess on the bed. Wondering, what life would have been like if he had just simply not gone up to the attic. Would he still be a virgin going to college for IT? Would he had remained a virgin through his college years?
He panted less and felt some strength resume but was still weak. He used the table to lift his limping body up and leaned on one of the columns of the pavilion. He slowly dragged his feet and weakly lifted his legs until he approached the epitaph in which he entered to this lustful place. He placed his hand on it, hoping he could simply walk through. It was pure stone. He turned around and leaned against it, closing his eyes. He just wanted to go home. The first few passionate fuck sessions were amazing, but now, it was nothing short of torture. He wanted to sleep. To go outside and feel the grass. To take a shower.
Then, a hand pressed on his chest. He opened his eyes quickly to spot the goddess smiling at him.
“Where do you think you’re going Max?” she said calmly, her ruby eyes blinking.
“Just….wanted to take a shower.” He uttered under a few deep pants.
“Oh Max” she uttered, pulling him close to her, his face being smothered by her breasts “Did you hear me when I said this was a prison? Your trapped here with me. But don’t worry, we have our own shower.”
“We…. We do?” He uttered, his voice muffled by her chest, her nipples pressing on the sides of his neck as her bubbly milk jugs jiggled on his cheeks.
“Yes…. Let me show you” she uttered.
They walked back towards the pavilion, and with the wave of her hand, a secret staircase going downwards near the bed revealed itself. Walking down the spiral stone stairs led to an underwater grotto. Full of trees and birds. A giant pool of bubbling water sat in the middle of the room lit by what looked like a million candles.
“You gave me quite a work out. Your right Max, we should bathe “she smiled, leading first into the pool. Her naked body soon became soaked in the bubbling water, urging him to join him she curled her index finger seductively at him.
Max had no choice. He couldn’t run away as his body was weak. He slowly approached the pool and stuck his right foot in first, feeling the cooling warmth of the water. He stepped in further, step by step. The deeper he went the nicer the pool felt. Soon he was floating with the water at his neck towards her. She met him in the middle of the pool and kissed him on the lips.
Once again, their bodies joined in unison. Her hands to his back, his to hers. Her legs wrapping around his waist, his cock rubbed along her belly and pink flesh of her crotch.
“Max..” she uttered quietly as she broke from the kiss “You are so amazing”
Her words of affection and encouragement stirred him. He gulped and leaned in, licking at her neck, tasting both the sweetness of her hazel skin and the water. His cock had guided its own way, back into her tight folds, wanting to touch her entrance to her womb once more.
Max felt a rush of energy. A rush of… animal instinct. He guided them to the edge of the pool and pushed her body against the wall, slamming his waist up into her, as his cock speared into her flesh. He was beginning to act like a wolf in heat, beating away at the woman’s womb until he would plan his seed. The steam filled his nostrils as he grunted, losing control of his mind he slammed harder and harder, hearing the water splashing about from the ruckus.
“Max!” She groaned, digging her nails into his raw wounds of his back “More! Breed me! Plant your seed in my womb! Give me your child!”
The more she screamed and the more she dug her nails in the more Max wanted to break her. The more he wanted to destroy her womb with his children. Something in the water or the air had divided his mind of any need to escape. In fact, wall Max wanted to do was to stay here and breed his goddess bitch.
Soon enough, Max turned her around, forcing half of her out of the pool. He lifted himself onto of her and began to fuck her doggy style. His hips rocking quickly, back and forth, allowing his dick to jack hammer her tight pink folds. The water splashing about, the lewd clapping of her ass onto his abdomen echoed in the chamber. Max panted, feeling his sweat pour down his temples and cheeks. He closed his eyes, feeling the tip of his cock in pure bliss as it French kissed her cervix.
“Max!” She screamed, digging her nails into the stonework of the pool’s outer perimeter. Her breasts bouncing back and forth as she was leaning outwards. Max held his grip on her as one hand grabbed the back of her neck and the other on her hips, gripping her tightly to know she got a single message. He was in control. She was his bitch despite all the dominating she had done. This was his moment.
She had pushed back, forcing Max to enter her womb, the tip of his cock breaking past her cervix and slamming to the back wall of her baby making organ.
“Fuck!” He yelled, gripping her neck and hips harder, taking the reins once more “You want my kids? Huh? Do you bitch?”
“Yes Max!” She yelled, closing her eyes as she enjoyed every minute of this pleasure “Pump your kids into me. Make me have your children.”
Max had gone full 180. He was normally quiet, reserved, patient. Now, he was like a wild animal with only one thing on his mind. He pounded faster. Harder. Rougher. He eventually pushed against her rear until his balls exploded. His cock twitching as ropes of cum flooded her womb. “Yeah bitch! Take my seed!” He yelled.
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Autumn had peered outside her window, watching her parents leave the driveway. She rolled her eyes and continued to listen to the music off her phone, earbuds in her ears. Autumns family had just moved in to this isolated farmhouse. Her dad has some sort of passion for farming and bought the house when it was cheep on the market. Her mother ran the bookstore in the town. They were off for their date night every Saturday. Autumn was 19, still living at home and didn’t know what she wanted. She didn’t want to go to college and really didn’t want to work. The horse her father acquired had piqued her interest but nothing was really worthwhile.
In fact, she felt like she was a waste of space in the universe. Her black hair, gothic like make up and punk clothing suited her feelings. Her green eyes glanced at the mirror, looking over her thin yet tall body.
What was she doing with her life? She was completely honest. She had considered suicide on many occasions but never put much of a 2 second thought into it. She continued to draw on a notepad when the light in her room turned off. The light of the fading sunset was all that was keeping the room from being total darkness.
“Ugh! Fucking old house!” she uttered, throwing her draw pad aside and moved off the bed. Moving to the light switch she flicked it several times. No electricity. She exited her room and entered the hallway, down the stairs to the kitchen. It appeared the lights were all off.
Then the music faded from her ear buds. She pulled her phone out of her pocket to notice her phone had died as well. She glanced up an out the window dark storm clouds had rolled in, thunder, lightning, pouring rain. Great. She was alone in an old house, in the middle of no where with no electricity and a storm just came out of nowhere. Was she in some horror movie?
Then she heard a bang. She turned around quickly and picked up the butter knife on the kitchen counter nearby. She walked silently down the hallway to the side room off the living room. A light was shining through the crack under the closed door. She heard another bang. It sounded like something fell. She slowly turned the doorknob and entered. It was a small office space her father and mother had made. She noticed that all the books on a nearby bookshelf lay scattered across the floor. She glanced up. The bookshelf contained only one book. A black leather-bound book.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/upmboi/the_eagle_the_priestess_and_the_epitaph_pt_3
Holy shit. Great story so far. How many parts are there gonna be?