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Sitting on the bed, Saintess revealed her humble beginnings when her demon mother fell in love with a human priest of the Temple. When the pair was discovered, the Temple faction supporting the elimination of demons had been much stronger than the peace-seeking faction. Her father was quickly killed for fraternizing with a demon. The Temple was determined to track down her mother, calling her a bewitching demoness who would seduce and steal the vitality of males.

"They were right, of course." The Saintess said, softly. "She was a succubus, after all."

Mortally wounded, her mother gave birth to Annabeth in her last moments and had just enough strength to deposit the infant Annabeth wrapped in her father's bloodied priestly robes on the steps of an orphanage.

Ten years later, she had been picked up from the streets by the Temple. A priest with a sharp eye had detected her holy powers, but her human blood and holy magic was more than enough to mask the presence of demonic energy inherited from her mother.

It was another priestess who had been friends with Annabeth's father and knew of the scandalous affair who had recognized what Annabeth truly was. That priestess had raised Annabeth carefully, telling her the truth of what she was. Annabeth had kept a low profile ever since. Unfortunately, the plan of keeping a low profile was blown out of the water when Annabeth was ordained as the Saintess. Just like the half-blood demon prince, the mixture of human and demon blood was a very powerful combination, lending to her potent powers.

"Perhaps I should have known much earlier," the demon prince murmured.

Everything about a succubus or incubus was meant to attract their prey, from their smell, their faces, and their bodies. And he, the demon prince, had certainly been willing to be attracted.

Shouts emerged from outside. The demon prince cautiously lifted the curtain of the windows to check what was going on. Apparently, demonic energy had been sensed by a few priests, probably from the secret meeting held by the demons and priests in the cellar. While most went past the Saintess' annex, quite a few began guarding the building for the Saintess' protection.

"Maybe you should leave," the Saintess whispered.

The demon prince shook his head. "There's too many guards outside right now compared to when I sneaked back in. It's too risky."

"That's not what I meant."

The demon prince turned around to see the Saintess nearly collapse to her knees.

"Annabeth!"

He reached for her, but she tried to push him away.

"No, you need to get out of here."

Her cheeks were flushed, and she was beginning to be out of breath. Those grey eyes the demon prince loved to look in were now fully crimson.

"It's the full moon…" she managed to gasp out. "I don't think I can hold myself back any longer."

He suddenly realized why the Saintess was looking paler than usual tonight. The demon prince recalled that the full moon caused symptoms for many demons. In the case of were-demons, the full moon caused the were-demons to stay in their animal form. For other demons, such as vampires, selkies, succubi and incubi, the full moon caused these demons to be under heat. The Saintess wasn't a full succubus, but it looked like the full moon still had a substantial effect on her.

"Is that why you go into seclusion every time there's a full moon?"

The Saintess nodded. The demon prince felt a sense of relief. That meant no one else knew, or else all the males near her would be attracted like bees to a delicate blooming flower.

The sweet and inviting scent from her body was growing stronger. With his heightened senses, the demon prince was subjected to that very inviting scent.

But the knights around the annex protecting the Saintess had increased. There was no feasible way of escape and heading back through the hidden passageway was not the best route either. And if the demon prince was being honest, he had to admit he didn't want to leave Annabeth like this.

The demon prince gritted his teeth. Although he wasn't affected by the full moon, he was still being drawn to the Saintess' heat. In the demon realm, if two demons chose to experience a heat together, it meant that the two were bound for life. He wondered briefly if the Saintess knew about this demon custom.

"Will you allow me to stay?" The demon prince asked, seriously.

The Saintess' eyes widened. "You're not mad that I hid what I am?"

"I should be asking you the same question. After all, I did the same."

The demon prince gathered her in his arms, tucking her head underneath his chin. In truth, the Saintess having demon blood made things easier for him and the demon realm. He no longer had to worry about if the Saintess found out about what and who he truly was.

"Forgive me, please," said the demon prince.

She nodded. "Only if you forgive me as well."

The demon prince sealed that forgiveness with a kiss. What was first a gentle kiss turned rougher and deeper as the Saintess licked his bottom lip. His response was to automatically capture her misbehaving tongue, swallowing and dueling it until they were both breathless and flushed.

"It's hot," she moaned.

"Should I let go of you?"

Annabeth shook her head furiously. The Saintess pulled closer towards the demon prince. He couldn't tell whether she was consciously or unconsciously rubbing her body on him. Either way, his own body was reacting in return, thirsting for the warmth of her body pressed to his.

Annabeth's hands slid from his shoulders to his chest. He couldn't help but tense up wherever her palms touched. Slowly, she unbuttoned the top button of his shirt. The demon prince hadn't thought the sight of her slender fingers nimbly slipping the button out of the buttonhole could be erotic, but there he was. With every button unclasped, the air brushed against the new inch of skin exposed. He was surprised that her patience had lasted this long. Had she been a full blooded succubus, he would have already been underneath her with his shirt torn to shreds.

The last button soon left its constraint as the shirt halves fell open. Her warm hands then slid up to his chest, marveling at its wide expanse. Ever since the Saintess had made that remark about seeing the holy knights train, the demon prince had found himself training harder than ever. Seeing the enthralled look on Annabeth's face made that effort all the more rewarding.

A pink tongue came out and flicked on one nub of his chest. The demon prince closed his eyes, simply enjoying the pleasurable sensation as the Saintess gently sucked around the nipple.

"So if I do this, it feels good for you, too," the Saintess murmured.

She mimicked his actions that day, her tongue grazing wickedly over his chest, paying particular attention to a scar formed from a mission where he had to quell a minor rebellion from the werewolves. Her soft lips then moved a few inches, pressing a kiss right over his heart.

But he didn't plan to let her do all the work. His patience was fast deteriorating as well. With a flip of his hands, she was soon pressed onto the bed. Thank the gods that her robes were even easier to discard than before. Eagerly, the Saintess lifted her chemise over her head and tossed it away, uncaring that it landed on the floor.

Without hesitation, the demon prince descended upon her neck with a flurry of kisses and nips. He breathed in deeply of the alluring scent on her skin, willing to drown himself in the sweet aroma. If this was what she smelled like, how utterly delicious would she taste?

His tongue lapped at the hollow of her neck before licking at her collarbone. Annabeth whimpered, her hands combing through his dark hair, urging him to go faster. Her heat was only growing with his actions, unsatisfied until he was buried deep within her. But the demon prince had only thoughts of memorizing every bit of skin that he could see and touch, reluctant to head straight to the finale.

Finally, his lips moved down and encircled her breast. The Saintess moaned as he lapped with his mouth and massaged with his hands. His lips trailed down, tongue dipping into her ticklish belly button causing her to squirm. Then his lips trained even lower until it reached the barrier of her white underwear. This time, he could clearly see a damp spot in the cloth, right in the middle of her thighs. Curious, the demon prince gently touched the spot.

"Hnngh…"

The Saintess put a hand over her mouth, face pink at the sound she made. Her moan made the demon prince even more excited. He wanted her crying out when he would eventually thrust into her.

Pleased by her reaction, the demon prince stroked her again over her underwear until her body was twisting and turning in the sheets.

"More," the Saintess moaned.

He couldn't take it any more when she pleaded like that. In his hurriedness, the demon prince tore the underwear off. Her golden curls at the apex of her thighs were damp with her wet slickness but still hiding her delicate pink folds. The demon prince pressed her legs apart, forcing them wide open until he could see all of her. His tongue reached out and gave a long lick right between the middle of the slit.

"Oh, Percy!"

This time, her reaction was more immense. Her hips lifted slightly off the bed as she trembled all over. The demon prince pinned her thighs down before she could close them, determined to get another erotic reaction out of her. His tongue slid into the center of the folds again, this time slipping more deeply inside.

"Please, oh please…"

The Saintess laced her fingers into his dark hair, pressing his face more closely to her center as he licked her into oblivion. His tongue explored every crevice as far as it could extend. In particular, there was the tiny bud of a clitoris that elicited the most tremors from her body whenever he sucked on it. His saliva soon mixed with the arousal juices leaking from her folds.

Soon, her hips began bucking up into his mouth. The fingers in his hair pulled tight, but he didn't mind the little bit of pain. He was far too enthralled by the way her body was quivering from his every motion.

"Ah!"

The Saintess' hips bucked up once more, her crimson eyes wide open as her climax overtook her. Worried that she might be too sensitive, the demon prince stopped his oral ministrations, fascinated by the erotic image of her beneath him.

He pulled down his pants, hands rubbing himself to stave off some of the stiffness of his erect length as he watched the Saintess come down from the high. There was also something stimulating about making the Saintess climax in the middle of the Temple. The forbidden was always tempting.

"Percy…" The Saintess' large eyes were pleading. "It still feels so hot."

He could feel it now, the succubus power was overwhelming. The Saintess garbed in nothing was really starting to drive him into insanity.

The demon prince slid his body over hers, relishing how her soft mounds rubbed against his bare chest. His green eyes had transformed into the color of blood-red rubies as he peered down into her equally red eyes.

"Don't worry, my lovely Saintess, I'll make sure to take good care of you."

Taking her hand, he pressed a gentle kiss to the back like a gentleman would to his lady. But what he was planning to do next would be far more like the actions of a beast than of a gentleman.

A/N: I realized that I originally meant to write like a story that's just purely smut, but then this story evolved into one with like 70% plot, 30% lemons. Are people cool with this ratio?

Anyways, here's your daily dose of lemons from me, see ya'll tomorrow!