Author: PepperlyMinty222

The Eagle, The Priestess, and the Epitaph Pt. 4 [Fantasy] [MF] [Seduction]

(Authors note: This part is going to be the lightest when it comes to sex. I needed a gap in sex chapters to have filler to detail the story. Really wanted to add a sex scene but it just became too long. So, apologies in advance if you were expecting another lust filled episode. If you hang in there, ep. 5 is gonna be a banger (pun intended). thanks for ready and hope you continue to enjoy!)

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Autumn entered the room and found the single book on the shelf curiously. The boom of thunder, the flash of lightning, the howling of the wind made it all creepier. She stepped over the books and began to pick them up and sort them back onto the shelf. She then attempted to move the black book only to slightly click it into a specific place. The whole shelf detached from the wall, sliding along the wooden floorboards.

Autumn noticed a secret staircase, at the bottom of the stairs, a dried pool of blood. How long had it been there? She gulped, stepping around it and peering up towards a darkened staircase. She took out her phone and turned on the flashlight. Finally, it worked. Why now though? Read more »

The Eagle, The Priestess, and the Epitaph Pt. 3 [Fantasy] [MF] [Creampie]

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. Read more »

The Eagle, The Priestess, and the Epitaph Pt. 2 [Fantasy] [Oral] [fdom] [Cowgirl]

(This is pt. 2 of an ongoing fantasy series featuring gods, mating, breeding, seduction, and more!)

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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. Read more »

The Eagle, The Priestess, and the Epitaph Pt. 1 [Fantasy] [Mind Control] [fdom]

(Authors Note: This is my first erotic story posting to reddit. Please feel free to give any advice/feedback/critiscm. Thanks! Pt. 2 coming soon)

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I watched from behind my bedroom curtains, sneakily observing, as I awaited my parents to leave the driveway. My emerald eyes watching, my breath heavily panting as I stood motionless, hearing the ticks and tocks of a clock, silence deafening in the house.

As the car pulled out and drove off, I gave a sigh of relief. It was my 18th birthday. And there was something I always wanted to do. Not something any other 18-year-old wants to do on their 18th.

When I was 10, my family had moved to this old-style farmhouse in the middle of nowhere Kansas. Farmland surrounding us for miles. It took 20 minutes just to get to school each morning. Shortly after moving in, I discovered an old door hidden behind a bookshelf in my fathers’ library. It led to the attic.

I remember fondly of my father catching me before even making it upstairs and making me promise never to go up there. Never to go behind that door. The door that had an eagle painted on it. Not like the American eagle but more like one from old medieval books. Read more »