A/N: I own nothing but plot and the smut. Enjoy! But NSFW so yeah.

The demon prince looked down at the lovely sight before him. The Saintess' golden hair was splayed on her pillow, the color contrasting with the whiteness of the sheets. Indeed, everything about the bedroom displayed purity, but the sensual look in the Saintess' face and the lewdness of her nude body arrayed on the bed suggested the exact opposite.

His eyes scanned her pink cheeks and her parted lips down to the freshly made kiss and teeth marks on her neck and collarbone. Her breasts were also dotted with his touch all over. And lower down was the center of all her pleasure, surrounded by the evidence of kiss marks on her inner thighs.

Oh, if only the priests and holy knights could see her now. Hidden away deep in the depths of their Temple was the very type of demon they railed against. Those of the Temple always preached hell and fire against the seducing type of demons, the succubi and incubi, yet here nestled deep in the depths of their very own Temple was the demon they feared the most.

The Saintess was the bright rose with prickly thorns surrounded by common daisies. Yes, he was willing to be devoured by this very woman.

The Saintess beckoned him closer with a flick of her finger and an alluring expression in her eyes. The demon prince obeyed as she encircled his neck with her arms to pull their faces close together. Their kiss was dizzyingly sweet, as the Saintess tasted herself on his lips and tongue.

"It's a little bitter tasting," the Saintess murmured. "All the romance novels said it would be sweet."

"Those things are just lies. Bitter or a bit sour should be the normal taste. Besides, where did you get these silly erotic romance novels? I thought they would be banned from the Temple."

The Saintess merely smiled a not-so-innocent smile. Knowing her, no doubt she had her ways of getting forbidden materials without anyone noticing. That was how she ensnared him, no?

"Well, how did you know what a woman should taste?" She countered, teasingly. "You're not doing this with any other one else, are you?"

The demon prince chuckled before soothing her with a soft peck on her nose. The Saintess cutely wrinkled her nose as his dark hair fell over her face.

"No. Unlike you, I received a proper education on this topic with actual tutors and textbooks, and not from literature fantasized from authors who have no real knowledge of the topic. But I reassure you, you're the only one I would make love to."

Annabeth shivered as the huskiness of his voice rolled over her. And after tonight, sharing her heat would mean the pair were officially lovers.

Someday, the Saintess would be the future demon queen. But the demon prince would shelve that problem for another time. For now, all he wanted was to concentrate on the present where his lover was caressing his back and rolling her hips underneath him.

It was clear what she wanted with her hips deliberately grinding against his straining erection. But the demon prince wanted to draw things out tonight.

He had a feeling he wouldn't be able to see the Saintess for a long, long while. As soon as he got back to the demon realm, he would be embroiled thick in the plans of rooting out the filth in the demon realm that was stirring a rebellion. So before then, the demon prince wanted to engrave every second, every kiss, and every touch from tonight in his mind. How fitting that their first night would be in the midst of the Temple.

His hands ran down the sides of her torso, admiring the softness of her curves. One hand stopped at the waist while the other torturously ran down to the back of her right thigh. He had her hook her thigh around his hips, allowing their hips to brush against each other.

Soon, he thought to himself, tempering the inferno that was threatening to erupt as she buckled underneath him eagerly.

"Percy…."

Her grey eyes were begging him to continue. But he gave her a devilish smirk as he raised his hips a few inches off of her, enjoying the frustrated expression as her source of relief and friction went away. But teasing her was also a form of torture for him as his engorged length was throbbing in discomfort.

"May I touch you here?" He questioned.

The Saintess' eyes widened as she saw where his fingers were heading to. In her heated state, she was more than willing, eagerly nodding her head.

He had tasted her fragrant petals, and now his fingers delicately went to work exploring every inch of those pink folds wet with a translucent fluid. Cautiously as to not hurt or startle her with any unexpected touches, the demon prince carefully inserted just the tip of his index finger inside those slick folds.

Centimeter by centimeter, the slim digit was inserted until it was up to the knuckle. The Saintess whimpered and clenched her hands on his shoulders. The demon prince felt a prickle of pain as her fingernails dug into his skin, but he was far too engrossed in the feeling of her tightness around his finger to mind the slight pain.

"Feel okay?" The demon prince whispered as Annabeth whimpered.

Her body was trembling at the mere sensation of just one finger. But his length was going to be much thicker and longer than his fingers once he entered her. He could tell by how tight her walls were around his one finger that she was still unprepared.

"More," she pleaded.

Her heat was not satisfied with just one finger as her hip moved up and down, trying to ride his finger. The demon prince growled at the sensation of her walls clinging to her finger, getting a taste of what was to come.

Another finger was inserted, joining its mate inside her. Gingerly, the demon prince moved his two fingers in and out, fascinating by the wet sounds they were making. More fluid was trickling from inside her, lubricating his fingers until they smoothly went in and out. Now and then, his fingers would brush against a patch of sensitive bumps that had Annabeth crying out and back arching.

The demon prince spotted a bead of sweat dripping from her collarbone. Following the trail of the shiny bead, he swiveled his tongue until he slathered her skin with his saliva.

Her breasts were next presented to his face so he took the opportunity to bite at the soft mound while his free hand fondled the other. He hoped no persons helped the Saintess bathe, because he was going to continue to mark her all over tonight.

Annabeth's moans were becoming more choppy and rough as he sensed her pleasure building up. Should he add a third finger? He followed that decision, letting his thumb graze against her swollen clitoris as his ring finger entered the fray. Immediately, her walls clenched and throbbed around the new intrusion.

"Mmmph!"

The Saintess put her hand to her mouth just in time to muffle a scream. Although her quarters were in the middle of the annex, they couldn't be sure that there were no spies around.

At that thought, the demon prince growled. He felt a sense of possessiveness. If he caught anyone looking into what they were doing, he would make sure to eliminate their existence off of the world. No one but he should be seeing the Saintess in this way, her teary eyes and nude body quivering from the building pleasure.

Unknowingly, the demon prince quickened the pace of his fingers. She was so wet now, with her juices covering his fingers and leaking into her inner thighs and sheets. The bed was no doubt going to smell like the heady fragrance of sex.

"Yes...right there," the Saintess moaned.

Her hips were rocking with the rhythm of his fingers, trying to extricate the most pleasure as she could. The demon prince was also thrusting his own hips on her lower stomach.

Every time he stroked the patch of bumps in her inner walls, the Saintess would cry out. Every time his thumb circled her clit, another bit of her fluid coated his fingers.

"I can't hold it anymore, Percy." The Saintess whimpered. "More…"

"Just a little longer, my Saintess."

Her lips were parted open in a silent scream. Looking at the pure unadulterated lust in her expression excited the demon prince further. His fingers began to pump inside even faster as her walls clenched and twitched around him. He had been holding back his demon strength, but now his fingers flew inside her folds at a speed most humans could not achieve or handle.

The Saintess suddenly bucked her hips up from the bed, convulsing as her orgasm ripped through her. The demon prince's lips found hers in time, swallowing her scream of pleasure into his mouth as his tongue dominated hers.

While she rode out her climax, his fingers did not stop stirring her inside walls. A huge rush of fluid came from within her, flooding his fingers and out into a puddle in the sheets.

A low voice rumbled from the demon prince's throat as he looked into the erotic scene between her legs. His fingers were completely soaked and dripping with her juices as her body finished its last weak spurts of her squirting. Her walls still fell in the cycle of contracting and relaxing around his fingers as her body tried to prolong the pleasure.

The delicate pink folds with the golden hair slicked with her wetness was too inviting a sight. The demon prince lifted the back of her thighs, spreading her legs wide apart so he could see clearly. The Saintess flushed as her hips were lifted off of the bed as the demon prince kneeled over her.

"Your folds are so pretty, Saintess," the demon prince complimented. "I really do want to have another taste."

Even in her breathless state, Annabeth still gave him a playful smile.

"I didn't think a prince would say those kinds of lewd words."

"You forget that I'm a demon prince, and a demon does elicit all the wicked fantasies from people, no?"

Yes, he was nearly like a beast now hell-bent on taking down its prey. The demon prince breathed in the tantalizing scent before burying his lips in her slick folds. His thick tongue lathered the slit, teasing her until the Saintess was begging for more. Her hands pressed against his head, pushing his face into her folds to draw out the pleasure. The demon prince could hardly breathe with her pushing his face so deeply to her thighs, but the lack of oxygen only made him more dizzyingly in need to lick harder and faster.

Finally, he couldn't stand it any more. The demon prince dropped her thighs back onto the bed. Swiftly, his pants and underwear were tossed off until he was as nude as she was.

The Saintess licked her lips at the sight of his engorged length. The head was swollen and dripping with precum as it stood up, proudly erect. She reached for the length, her crimson eyes glinting in anticipation.

Her touch drove him crazy as she cupped her hands around his cock. The demon prince groaned and shifted his hips forward and backward, the motion helping to soothe the tenseness building up in his testicles and his swollen length. He knew he wasn't going to last long with her ministrations like that.

Pressing the Saintess back down onto the bed, the demon prince spread her thighs open once more. His crimson eyes met hers directly.

"Once we do this, there's no going back, you know. You'll be my queen once and for all of eternity," he said, directly.

Though it killed him to pause there, he wanted to make sure that this was what she wanted.

The Saintess caressed his cheek. Though her eyes were still full of lust, there was a gentleness to them.

"I know. I want you, Percy. All of you."

A/N: Everyone still alive? It's pure smut in this chapter and the next, lol. It's winter and cold where I live, so hope these hot scenes will warm you up!

Until tomorrow, see you, and let me know how ya'll liked this chapter!