(This is pt. 2 of an ongoing fantasy series featuring gods, mating, breeding, seduction, and more!)
Max gulped the cold water from the goblet as he panted, sweat dripping from his brow as he staired down. The goddess wouldn’t leave him alone. He remained in the chair where he had received his first blowjob and simply glanced down at her as he took a breath of air after downing such a large gulp. He placed the goblet off to the side and moved one hand to her head which bobbed again at his crotch. His dick was rock hard again. It was like he hadn’t came at all.
She lifted off his cock, drool hanging from her lower lip. The moment she gave a soft smile, the strand broke, the thin spit fell along his shining shaft. His dick pulsed with his heart beat as he glanced into her ruby eyes. She stood up and reached behind her dress, removing a clasp. Soon the white silky robes fell to her ankles. Her naked body stood before him. He gulped, observing the gold bands around her arms, writs, thighs, and ankles, shimmering in the golden light from above. She curled one of her index fingers for him to move forward.
Weakly, he sat up in the chair, moving his head towards one of her breasts. It was perfectly rounded, with her tannish nipple centered perfectly, he opened his mouth and let the nipple enter his warmed salivating orifice. His lips clamped around her soft skin as he sucked gently on it, his tongue flapping away at her perking nipple. He moved his right hand to her other breast, kneading his fingers around it as his thumb moved back and forth along her other nipple, feeling it perk up just like the one doing the tango with his tongue.
“My, my, Max” she uttered, moving one hand through his hair gently, the other on his left shoulder. “For a virgin, your quite talented at this.”
She giggled, making him slide forward a bit until he was sitting on the edge of the chair. His cock rested against her leg, pulsating as he moved his free hand down her back until it rested on her hip. He sucked harder, flapping his tongue at her nipple. He event nibbled on it with his front teeth ever so slightly. Soon he could taste the sweet creamy decadence of breast milk. It surprised him. Normally women only lactated when they were pregnant. But being a goddess of fertility, maybe she had some perks.
“Yes Max” She moaned softly, tilting her head back as she enjoyed his mouth on her breast. “Enjoy the fruits of your hard-earned labor.”
Max moaned into her breast, vibrating the muscles in his mouth to affect her. He popped his mouth off her breast and swapped, moving his left hand to her waist, his right hand up to her wet breast, sliding his thumb along the salivated nipple. His mouth hungrily sucked and nibbled now on her other breast. More moans from her mouth only caused him to begin to rock his hips, humping her thigh with his boner. His hand moved further south from her hip to reach around to grasp at her bubbly ass cheek, even digging his nails into her delicate olive skin. He ever so slightly moved his hand, leaving scratch marks.
“Max!” she moaned louder, feeling her breast supply him with her milk as she glanced down, moving her hand though his hair once more until she pulled his head back, his mouth coming off her breast with a small pop.
“Go down Max” She panted, smiling as he nodded in complete submission. He kissed between her breasts, moving his wet lips down her perfectly toned abdomen until he slid down off the chair, his face now at her navel, licking at her belly button until his nose began to slide through her shaven crotch. To be honest, he was hoping she would have had pubic hair. He always dreamed of wanting to sniff a woman’s pubes. Not sure why. Just what he wanted.
He breathed heavily against her, his warm breath shivering her spin as he found her pink flesh. He moved his hand off her ass cheek and spread the lips apart. He moved in, mouth cupping over her entire womanhood, or in this case, godesshood. He lapped away at her sweet folds, tasting what felt like honey. He pushed his mouth against her more, hearing her moan louder. His tongue speared up into her like piston, lapping away at her inner flesh as his nose breathed down onto her clitoris. His warm wet mouth sucked on her pink flesh as he lapped, and his hand held the gates open to sweet bliss.
Her moans grew louder and louder, her nails dug into his scalp as she gripped his hair, trying to push him closer into her even though he was as close as it was going to get. She felt her legs shake. How dare a mortal make her feel this way yet she wanted him to. She smiled, moaning as she pinched her own nipple, trying to keep them perked. She could feel her inner folds moisten at his warm breath and slimy touch. She was going to make him orgasm. Something no mortal had attempted nor completed before.
“Max….keep….going” She pushed harder against his head, biting her own lip as she moaned louder.
Max didn’t stop. He pushed his tongue in as far as he could go. Slurping up her juices as he sucked harder, nibbling against her labia with his front teeth. His hand moved away from her folds as his mouth could keep it open at this point. Both of his hands wandered to her ass cheeks, and digging his nails in once more, he pushed her body towards him, trying to get more of her womanhood into his mouth. He could feel his own drool and her own juices flowing down his neck. She was going to….
“Max!!” She screamed.
Her legs began to shake. Max tasted the flow of juices as they entered his mouth. Then, her clit began to spray at him. He pulled his head back as she soaked his face as she squirted. He gasped when she has stopped. It felt like someone sprayed him with a garden hose. His hair was damp and the juices dripped down his toned chest. He gulped the sweet juices he had in his mouth down as he staired up to her, his hands gently massaging her shaking thighs.
“Max…..”She grunted….her ruby red eyes looking more hungry than before. “Get…on….the bed…”
She stood way from him a she leaned against the chair, getting her composure back. Max stood up, feeling his hardened cock bob as he did so. As he walked towards the bed which was lined with purple silk, he felt his dick bob around. He never felt his dick like this before. It felt like a balloon waiting to burst. Like a rubber being stretched to its limit. He sat on the edge of the bed, watching as she struggled to walk over to him. She looked like a wild animal in heat. He panted as he wiped sweat and juice from his face as she pushed him back onto the bed, his legs hanging off the edge as she straddled him.
“Max…. give me everything you have.” She demanded, growling in the process. “Give me every ounce of stamina and seed you have in you.”
Max nodded, not being able to draw the energy to even talk, he wasn’t sure where a surge of stamina would come from. She reached behind her and grasped his dick and slid it to the entrance of her moistened vagina. She pushed her rear down on him, letting the tip of his dick enter her warm, moist cavern of love. He rolled his eyes back, already feeling how tight she was. He moved his arms up to her waist, gripping it as he glanced to her. She kept her eyes on him before dropping her rear down on him fully.
“Ugh!” he grunted, gripping her waist harder as he felt the tight walls of her vagina tighten around him like some sort of clasped hand. He felt her cervix, the entrance to her eggs, pressing against his tip like it was French kissing him. He panted, his chest rising and falling quickly.
“Yes Max” panting herself, she moved her hands to his chest, digging her nails into him and lightly scratching him “Feel me as I feel you. Give me…. everything!”
She lifted her waist, her rear coming up off his rock hard manmeat. He bit his lip as she slammed her rear back down onto him forcefully. She did this several times, the lewd clapping of her rear onto his legs and crotch filled the pavilion as he leaned his head back, basking in the ride of his life. Literally.
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She pulled the binoculars away from her eyes as she moved the straw of her frozen slushee to her lips. She gulped down the cold icy drink before turning to her partner.
“Their packing up the moving truck. You still sticking with your gut?”
“Listen Linda, my gut has never been wrong.” James stated, finishing his cig, flicking it to the ground. “The parents didn’t do this. Something….. just doesn’t seem right with this case.”
Three days ago, the parents reported their 18-year-old son missing. Linda suspected the parents. James suspected he ran away or worse. Now, three days later, their packing up their house and moving to god knows where.
“I’m going to trail em’. You comin with?” she stated coolly, as she ignited the engine of the key with her keys.
“Nah” he stated, his brown eyes squinted before moving away from the open window. “I’m going to go take a look. You trail em’”
Moments later, the moving truck passed by. Linda swerved out from behind the large billboard and began to trail the parents. She knew exactly what this was. She had seen it a million times before. Parents kill kid accidentally, blame angsty teenager ran away, move away to start a new life. She knew they did it and she was going to catch them.
James had entered the house quite easily. The door was left wide open. It looked like some movie set from a ghost movie. No furniture with creaking floors. James had explored most of the house, even using his black UV light to see if there was any blood. Eventually he was about ready to give up but he had noticed something odd. Something peculiar. In the den, there was a bookshelf with a single book on it. Why would the parents move out without taking it he wondered?
He went to grab the book and pulled, instead of lifting it off the shelf, it clicked and the entirety of the shelf slid away from the wall. A secret staircase? In a house this old?
James began to walk up the staircase, noticing the door with the painted eagle on it. As he touched the doorknob, the skin of his hand began to burn. Sizzling and steam came off the knob as he yelled in pain. He removed his hand to hear the screeching sound of an Eagle. He looked up and it was too late. He was flown backwards down the staircase, tumbling. At the bottom step, his head hit first. The sound of bone cracking and splinting was the last thing James had heard.
It would be days later when his body would be discovered. It was Linda in fact who had come back after not hearing back from him. Three days later Linda was discovered dead in her car. Self-inflicted gunshot wound. Most of the police and detectives had considered the case closed as suicide as the main factor. As for the missing boy, with both detectives’ dead, there wasn’t anyone left to pick up the pieces. The missing case of Max McRath would go unsolved for the years to come.
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Max panted, grunting as she bounced faster on his hard cock. He could feel his tip pushing against her cervix each time she landed on his waist. He felt as if the tip would eventually push past it, up into her womb like the hentai he read about. He knew it was biologically impossible but….he was in a realm of impossibility.
She moaned louder, scratching his chest further to the point of bleeding at this point. Max’s body was beat red with flush, passion, and damage. Max reached up and groped her breasts as her pink flesh massaged his dick over and over with each bounce. Max’s left eye began to twitch and he himself up, moving his hands behind her back as he sat up on the edge of the bed, feeling her grind against his crotch harder as she began to grasp at his back now, scratching him further.
“I’m…so close….I’m going…..to…” he squinted, feeling his balls tighten as if someone has squeezing them like lemons.
“Yes Max…fill me..” She moaned louder, moving her mouth to his right ear, licking his lobs as she breathed hot air into his ear “Fill me with your seed. Impregnate me Max. Give me your children”
That was enough sexual tension to throw Max overboard. He began to thrust up into her riding and slam his waist to hers as he grunted loudly, biting down onto her shoulder as his body twitched. His balls squirmed as they exploded, his cock twitching as his sexual organ released his thick, warm, creamy seed into her pink flesh, pushing his tip against her cervix, hoping to shoot his load into her womb directly. She screamed, moving a hand to his hair pulling his face up to hers. They kissed passionately. Making out as her tongue played inside his mouth. His cock twitched further, pulsating stream after stream of thick gooey seed into her. Her own body shivered on his.
Their mating session completed.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/up2cze/the_eagle_the_priestess_and_the_epitaph_pt_2