Popee X Eepop Novels & Stories

Austin put the juice on the counter and picked up a cup to make himself a drink. “So how you know Mike and Shayla?” “Shit, me and Shayla go way back, she’s like my sister.” “Oh, I know you. You’re Poppie, the one Mike has been telling me about. You grew up with Shayla right?” “Yup, that’s me. How you know Mike?” “Mike is my nigga, we went to school together.” “Oh ok, that’s cool.” “Cheers,” he said, holding up his cup. We clinked cups and took a sip.

The value of the answers people got varied quite a lot, but then so did the value of their questions. I strongly doubted the Pope answered all these himself (or any of them). He probably had a team of scribes to do it for him. Or maybe he outsourced it. Either way, it didn’t seem malicious or particularly evil. A lot of it was solid, practical suggestions. As we continued to wander around the city, we spotted more and more of these Pope shops. There was practically one on every corner; like Starbucks, but not as much of a rip-off. A fake answer from a non-existent deity might not be the best way to spend your money, but it’s still better value than five quid for a cup of fucking coffee.

He started walking towards Pepper who’s waiting for him. “You okay?” Pepper asked. "I feel like throwing up,” Peter answered honestly. Pepper held Peter’s arm and squeezed it. "You own the stage Peter. Have fun performing there. That's the most important thing," said Pepper. Peter looked at her and smiled. Pepper's words were effective as it somehow calmed Peter but it wasn’t really enough to calm him down completely. He can feel it all over his body. Peter readied himself when he heard Dave saying thank you to the xrowd. He heard his name being called by Dave announcing that he’ll be the next performer. Dave went back stage and saw Peter.

I murmur. "That's the goal." He continues to suck my nipples until I'm gasping in pleasure. It feels so ridiculously good, and I get impossibly wetter. His dick is heavy against my hip, the heat of it branding my flesh. I reach down to grip it and Noah's agonized groan makes me do it again, my hand going up and down gently massaging the head. "Do you have a condom?" I ask. "Fuck, no." Noah says groaning almost painfully now.

That they could take what they wanted without asking. And Pope wanted me. I had seen it in his eyes in the way he had looked at me. I had thought he was just being overly friendly, trying his luck a little. But I knew differently. He hadn’t been admiring me as a woman. He had been lusting after me as a victim. An hour talking to Keeley and I knew it was true. She had told me everything. Every gruesome, gory detail of Pope's attack on her body. How he had called her Gio’s little whore as he took her in every way. How she had fought him.

Even a hundred eighth-tierers couldn't scratch a single ninth-tier elite. Tension shot through the air. The atmosphere turned suffocating. Spectators instinctively backed away, afraid the collision of Pope of Light and the King of Dasovia would sweep them into the crossfire. If that happened, they'd be dead before they knew it. Right then, a voice came from atop the city wall, casual and laced with a chuckle, "Pope, Your Majesty, apologies for not welcoming you earlier." It was Ewan. The Pope smiled kindly, looking for all the world like a warm old man. But anyone who mistook that for weakness was asking for death. "Mr. Moore," he said gently, "it's been a while."

"Yes, the Pope is the current Pope. But what is his name?" "Um, like, um. Um. Justin Bieber?" "What?" Sister Marjorie exploded. "What?" "Um, Justin Bieber. Right?" The girl looked at her innocently, or at least emptily. "No, that is not right. Why would you ever think that is right?" "I saw it on TV," Sienna replied, not at all moved by the nun's fury. "It said he was Top of the Popes." "Pops!" The nun erupted. "That boy is top of the pops!"

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