AN: Enjoy Hestia's pounding, my fellow perverts.
Time: A Few Hours Later
Hestia surprised Percy as she tackled him to the floor, right in the corridor that housed all the girls' rooms.
Her soft lips pressed to his in a soul-searing kiss. Percy's toes curled in ecstasy as his goddess showed off all the skills and knowledge she had acquired that day, unbothered by her swollen, and sore lips.
Percy broke off the kiss first, not for lack of breath or anything. "What are you doing, Hestia?!" He hissed. "The others will be coming here any moment now."
Despite his best attempts, he could feel the traitorous lion in his loins stir hungrily.
Hestia rested atop his body, her massive basketball-sized tits mashed against his chest. He could feel them, warm, soft and inviting, against his chiselled body. She was still wearing his hoodie, the oversized fabric engulfing her short, curvy frame. She seemed so small in front of him... she was small in front of him, reaching only to the lower side of his chest.
Her warm brown eyes were glazed over in -Percy felt himself growl hungrily- lust, and nothing but sheer, unadulterated lust for him as she bit her pink lower lip, presenting him with a sultry look. Her soft, full pink lips were swollen and bruised from his previous aggression, and Percy smirked wolfishly, remembering her reactions to his aggression. Her smooth, pale cheeks were tinged with gold, showing her coy embarrassment, despite her otherwise sultry demeanour.
Hestia batted her eyelashes at the god, smiling at him. She felt something... alien inside her, a burning heat, an incessant hunger for the feast beneath her. It was the same driving force that had prompted her to... offer her services to him previously.
Hestia forced down the blush rising up her neck, knowing that whatever she did, Percy would never allow her to be hurt. "Percy..." she whispered, her eyes flicking down to his tasty, swollen lips. "I don't know what I'm doing."
He cupped her cheek gently, pressing his lips softly against her for a sweet, brief moment. "I love you, Hestia. What do you want to do right now?"
"The day was so great, and fun and all that... and now, I want some more time with you... alone. Percy," she took a deep breath, looking into his dark sea-green eyes with her warm brown eyes, a stubborn confidence and passion, burning like a wildfire, and chasing away the clouds of wanton lust that cloyed her judgment. "I want you to take my virginity, right now."
"Are you-"
"And stop constantly making sure if I'm okay, Percy. I know you will never hurt me, and I trust you, and I want you to do this." Without missing a beat, she summoned a cube of ambrosia, and popped it into her mouth. "See," she spoke through a mouthful of godly food, "I'm not drunk or under the influence of anything, so... just stop being your worried self. I don't think you were this worried with Annabeth."
Her eyes watered. "Is this because... I'm-I'm different from what you had with Annabeth?"
Percy hastened to kiss her tears away. "No, Hestia. If that's what you want, that's what you'll get." He cocked a sexy smirk for her benefit.
He got the desired result as Hestia blushed golden and hid her face in his chest, occasionally peeking up at him with brown orbs, but then hiding again when her eyes met his.
Percy's chest rumbled in a deep laugh. "Should we take this to my room?"
She nodded into his chest, still speechless and blushing.
Percy flashed them away to his room.
Absentmindedly, Hestia noted that she had never been in his room- the master bedroom- bar that one time when he tried to commit suicide. The most prominent piece of furniture in the room was an enormous bed, soft and inviting, that occupied most of it. Now that all the immortal ichor was gone, she could see that the walls had been repainted in dark colours- dark red, blue and black with slight golden and silver swirls. She peeked from his chest, noticing the various cabinets, closets and wardrobes he had, all lining the walls. There was a framed picture of Annabeth on the bedside table, with a fresh jug of red roses beside it. A large fifty-inch television spanned one wall, part of a complex set up of a PC and several gaming consoles.
Hestia was jerked out of her quiet observations by her soon to be lover.
"Come on, Hestia. If you just blush that much from my smile, what will you do when we get to the main part?" His words made her blush even further.
Percy drew his goddess in for a kiss. A hot, steamy one to push all her buttons and make her hornier than ever.
His eyes fluttered shut as he lost himself to the feeling of the kiss. She tasted much like ambrosia, there was no other way to describe it. Her soft lips pressed against his, a heavenly cushion as soft as every other inch of her delectable body. Her beautiful scent filled his nostrils, a fragrant smell between the remnants of a coal fire and a freshly cooked meal. Her lips moved in sync with his, as she kissed him with skill that belonged to a love goddess.
Subtly, Percy manipulated his power to give the hearth goddess a confidence boost, massaging her small shoulders as he hugged her tightly to his chest.
If there was one problem with kissing Hestia, it's that he always had to lean down, almost doubling over to her level. Or, the much more used alternative, was to lift the light goddess in his strong arms till she was at his level.
Being as tall as he was, sucked. Sure, there were pros, but they were far outweighed by the cons.
Hestia gasped for breath when she broke the kiss a minute later, a furious golden blush adorning her face. Percy let her gently drop to her own feet, and Hestia buried her heated face into his chest, not believing what she was about to do.
Sure, she had sucked his cock before, but this time... it was different. She was going to expose herself to him, well knowing about the myriad of unknown, pleasurable experiences she was about to indulge in.
"How do you want it?" He asked, his voice firm and commanding.
Hestia felt the heat between her thighs grow at his tone, and she hesitated, subtly rubbing her thighs together in arousal.
"Don't be afraid to tell me what you feel, Hestia." His voice was softer this time.
"I want it hard... and rough, with you in charge." She asked, blushing as she heard her own words.
Did he think her to be a pervert?
Would he reject her?
She was answered by a soft, comforting kiss on her forehead. "Good girl." He praised, making her blush and stutter.
"Yo-you're not angry?" She asked, meekly.
He smiled down at her, "Why would I be, when you told me the truth? Especially when the truth is what I want to hear?"
She blushed as he kissed her forehead again. "Are you ready, Hestia? There is no going back on your word once we get started."
"Yes!" She nodded enthusiastically, afraid that even a moment's delay would make him change his mind.
He pecked her lips again, softly. The last sign of soft love and affection she was about to get from him for the rest of the night.
It was as if Percy had a split personality disorder. His previous soft, loving and caring atmosphere evaporated, to give birth to a harsh, strict Dark god. His dark sea-green eyes hardened till they were as cold as emeralds, and his jaw tightened subtly, accentuating his sexy stubble and sharp jawline. His lips set in a thin line that expressed little emotion, despite the smile tugging at the corner of his eyes.
Hestia felt a new wave of her warm, feminine juices soak her underwear in arousal.
"Now, strip." His voice was harsh and commanding, making her blush and stutter.
"Wa-wait." She stammered, her voice drowning in gold at his bold gesture. "Right here?"
Percy snapped at her. "Did I stutter? I told you to strip."
"Ri-right here?"
"Call me sir, or master!" He snapped, "And yes! The longer you delay, the greater punishment you will get."
Hestia blushed to even deeper, impossible shades of gold, as she complied.
The hearth goddess unpinned the oversized hoodie, letting it drop to the floor. The crimson fabric slid off her shoulder, cascading down in a gentle waterfall till it pooled around her feet.
The cool air immediately assaulted Hestia's pale, sensitive skin, making it flush gold as goosebumps ran up her arm. Beneath the hoodie, she was only wearing a sleeveless white vest and a plain white bra.
Hestia ignored her heated face as she reached back to unclip her bra, letting it fall to the floor beside her hoodie. Her tits sprang into freedom, jiggling enticingly beneath her- now tight- vest. Her hard, erect nipples poked against the soft fabric, and she could feel her dom's scrutinizing eyes examine every inch of her critically. Her vest was short, almost like a tank top, revealing her soft, slim stomach and cute bellybutton, along with a short glimpse of her prominent hipbones.
Her golden blush did not recede a bit as she felt the cool air touch and caress her exposed, sensitive breasts, finally free from the tight, restraining bonds of her underwear.
Silently, aroused by her humiliation, Hestia unbuttoned her jeans and worked it off her wide, childbearing hips, swaying her hips for the benefit of her audience of one. Her jeans dropped to her feet, her slim legs offering no resistance, and Hestia was almost completely bare in front of her crush.
She knew that her panties were almost completely soaked through, the white fabric turning more grey, as the damp cloth clung to her sensitive nether regions.
The hearth goddess moved to remove her new necklace and earrings, but Percy stopped her. "The jewellery stays on. The rest of the clothes, come off."
Hestia turned around to face the wall in embarrassment, so that she could hide as much of herself from Percy as possible, though it was not much. She pulled her vest over her head, finally exposing her heavenly tits to the world.
The hearth goddess leaned down to take off her panties, struggling slightly as the wet fabric stuck to her smooth skin. She was aware of Percy's eyes following her every movement, following her soaked panties as they dropped to the floor, examining the gentle curves of her perfectly shaped bubble butt, her pale, creamy skin tinged gold.
"You look delicious, my goddess." Percy complimented, making her feel happy and gleeful about his appreciation. "Now turn around."
Golden-cheeked, Hestia turned around, trying to cover as much of herself as possible. Her right arm tried to conceal her breasts, but to no avail. It only had the effect of her slender arm sinking into the delicious, soft flesh of her boobs, further accentuating the formidable size of her milk jugs. Meanwhile, her left arm was lost between her thick thighs as she tried to hide her wet, virgin cunt from his wandering gaze.
Hestia blushed down to her neck as she saw the camera in Percy's hands. There was a soft click as he captured the lewd image of his naked goddess, trying futilely to hide herself from him. Her creamy shoulders were tinged gold in embarrassment, as her collarbones.
Hestia felt a fresh wave of arousal pooling in her left palm, which cupped her sex, in a futile attempt to hide herself.
"Great job." Percy examined the photo, his lips curled up in a devilish smirk which made Hestia's knees go weak. "Now, get on the bed."
"Wh-what?" She stammered, her eyes fluttering.
Percy gave her a hard look, the smirk wiped off his face, instead plastered with a fierce, dissatisfied expression.
Hestia hastened to correct her mistake.
"Yes, sir." She answered meekly as she crawled onto his large, soft bed.
"On your hands and knees," Percy ordered from somewhere, directing her till her position was perfect in his opinion. "Great. Now, say cheese."
Hestia blushed instead as Percy clicked another picture of her naked body.
She was on her hands and knees in a doggy style position, her back arched to accentuate the gentle curves of her bubble butt. Her thighs were pressed tightly together as she tried to hide her virginity from his lens, despite all her feminine juices coating her slick thighs.
Hestia chewed on her lower lip, hiding her hot face in Percy's pillow. This had the unintended effect of making her smell Percy's musky scent directly from his pillows, sending another jolt of arousal through her sopping core.
"Great picture." Percy complimented, "Now spread your legs a bit."
"Yes, sir." Hestia could not believe what she was doing as she willingly spread her thighs apart, allowing the Dark god access to her hot core. Something about the position was just so... appealing to her- he was in charge, and she was on her hands and knees like a needy bitch in heat on his bed, her face buried in his pillows, with Percy examining every inch of her with a camera, studying her as if she were some precious artwork... she had no way of knowing what command was coming next, which further excited the hearth goddess.
She stiffened when she felt his fingers, strong and firm, touch her sweltering honeypot, probing and studying.
She could hear the delight in his voice as he finally touched her sensitive, untouched core, his strong, firm fingers caressing her soft, smooth skin. "You shaved for me, I like it. You're gonna kept yourself clean shaven like this as long as you are on this island... which, is forever."
Percy was an expert with his fingers, and in no time at all, had the goddess moaning into his pillow, trying to suppress her moans as she ground her aroused pussy into his hand, trying to get him to go inside.
He did not comply, content with circling around her sensitive, fat lips, smearing her wetness around her crotch to give it a perfect, uniform sheen. He spread her cunt lips with his deft fingers, making a new torrent of her aroused nectar pool into his palm.
He trailed soft kisses on her soft asscheeks, sometimes sucking and licking slightly, never granting her what she wanted as he strictly kept away from her aroused holes. He smiled into her skin as he heard her moan lewdly from the feeling of his warm, wet lips on her soft skin. He latched onto a spot on her right asscheek, and started sucking, nibbling slightly so that he would leave a purple hickey on her smooth, soft skin.
"Uhhh-nggg, please don't stop, sir! Please let me finish." Hestia pleaded with him, bucking her hips desperately into his wrist, when Percy cruelly pulled away with a last, lingering kiss, just when she was on edge.
"Shh, goddess. Our photoshoot hasn't ended yet. A beauty like yours should be duly appreciated, yes? We will get to the main event as soon as possible if you're a good girl."
Hestia made a dissatisfied noise, wriggling to pleasure herself to climax. Percy snarled from his position atop her, "Bitch, if you disobey me, I'll have to punish you severely."
Hestia shivered as she fell silent. "I'm sorry, Master."
His voice softened again, "Be a little patient, goddess. Trust me, when I get to it, it'll be much better."
She again heard a click, and knew that Percy had taken a picture of her wet, virgin pussy and creamy thighs.
"Good, now..." Hestia gasped in surprised pain and pleasure, when she felt him hit her right asscheek.
"Ooh!" Percy exclaimed as he sat down beside her head, "Look at this, Hestia. This is perfect."
Embarrassed, she peeked at the picture he had just taken, her mouth falling open slightly as her brown eyes glazed over in lust.
In the picture, she looked perfect. Like an angel subjected to cruel perversion by a dominating beast, she looked every inch the goddess she was.
Her pale, creamy skin seemed to glow as she propped herself up on the bed in a doggy style position. Although her face could not be seen, her head was thrown back, her brown hair enough to recognize who she was. Her enormous, milky tits were mashed against the bed without restraint, and for the first time, Hestia got a correct view of how large her breasts actually were. Her back arched, allowing Percy better access to her backside, her thighs spread apart, revealing her sopping wet, cunt to the camera. Her jiggling ass was caught at the perfect moment, every bounce and ripple of her supple flesh visible. The red handprint on her milky skin marked her as his, accompanied by a purple love bite on her other cheek.
"What do you think?" Percy asked her, his eyes shining as if he had captured a masterpiece.
She blushed. "I look... sexy."
"I know right?" He grinned at her, "Now, last three pictures, and we will work on satisfying you, okay?"
Hestia nodded eagerly.
"Great. Lie on the bed, on your side, propped up on an elbow. Give a sexy look to match the sexy pose." He listed off rapidly, making her blush as he set to work tinkering on the camera.
For the first time, Hestia saw Percy capture her picture, but she was too busy eagerly following his orders to notice anything else.
Hestia laid on her side, propping herself up on her right elbow. Her massive tits still sat firmly on her chest, barely falling to her side despite their weight. She felt the warm underside of her boobs on her arm, and draped the other underneath them, propping them up further so that Percy could get an even better picture of her erect nipples, poking from her milky flesh. It was not like she needed to make her basketball-sized tits look any larger. The hearth goddess shook her soft brown hair, allowing it to cascade down to slightly curtain her large, pink nipples from view. She was conscious of the enticing curves on her short body as she draped her thigh in front of her crotch to block her wet pussy from view, aware of the sexy curve of her wide, childbearing hips.
Percy grinned as he captured another picture of the slutty goddess. His slutty goddess. "Now we are talking. Great pose, Hestia!" He cheered for her, looking at her sexy expression. Her swollen, slightly bruised pink lips were parted slightly as she panted, looking at the camera lens through thick eyelashes and half-lidded eyes, her brown orbs glazed over in obvious, crippling lust.
"Now, on your back, arms over, or behind your head."
Hestia complied with an enthusiastic, "Yes, sir!" A giddy smile of happiness on her face as she indulged in her most perverted desires with the only man she ever loved romantically.
Hestia turned over on her back, bending her legs at the knees, so that her thick thighs hid her glistening cunt from sight. She put her hands loosely together, above her head, revealing every inch of her massive tits to the camera lens. Long, slender arms arched over her head in a lewd pose, revealing her smooth, soft body in all its glory. Her milky skin glistened in the light illuminating the room, which allowed Percy to see, and capture in perfect definition. Her brown hair still curtained her hard nipples, and she arched her back, accentuating her size. The creamy flesh of her milk jugs sat firm and round on her chest, like two warm, heavenly pillows. Her soft, slim stomach led to the wide curve of her waist, even better visible in this position. She bit her lower lip, presenting a lewd smile for the camera.
"Beautiful," Percy whispered, making Hestia blush a bright gold. She immediately used her godly powers to suppress her blush, presenting a lewd, blinding smile to the lens of his camera as she flaunted her naked body in an attempt to seduce him, to make him ravage her little body as she wanted.
Her exhibitionist streak was a mile long.
Percy grinned as he clicked another photo.
"Okay, last one. On your hands and knees on the floor."
"Yes sir." She smiled at him, as she obediently knelt in front of the Dark god, who was struggling to contain his raging lust.
Hestia knelt on the cool marble floor in front of the god, smiling up at him. Her soft thighs pressed together, she teasingly swung her massive tits, allowing the soft, creamy flesh to sway enticingly side from side. Her hard nipples ached for attention, erect and sensitive in the cold air. The hungry burning in her pussy had not receded a single bit, making her grind her thighs together as she tried to stick to Percy's strict orders not to touch herself.
Percy rubbed her lower lip with his thumb, making Hestia moan slightly as she sucked his finger into her warm, wet mouth. Her velvety tongue swirled over his thumb as she tried to remember all that she had learnt on how to deepthroat his cock properly, her soft lips puckered as she sucked on his thumb. Percy grinned down at her, using his thumb as a mini cock as he thrust into her mouth.
She looked up at the camera lens with a silly, fuck me look in her lustful brown eyes, smiling lewdly around his digit in her mouth.
Using one hand, he somehow clicked the picture as he tried not to moan from Hestia's surprisingly skilled mouth sucking on his thumb.
And before she knew it, Hestia was suddenly whipped around, and bent over the bed. Her eyes widened at the surprising speed at which Percy had moved, and she struggled as he pinned her upper body down to the bed, so that her legs dangled over the edge.
Percy leaned down close to her ear, whispering, "Now, goddess, let me show you what I can do."
Hestia shivered at his deep, husky tone, falling silent as he slithered down her short, curvy body, stroking her gently along sensitive spots which she herself had no idea existed. She jerked and arched her back as his fingers pressed and prodded, massaging her slim waist as his lips trailed down the inner side of her thighs.
Finally, he knelt on the cool marble floor of his room, his head between her legs, his soft, warm, wet lips placing gentle kisses on the sensitive insides of Hestia's thighs, smeared with her delicious feminine juices gushing from her sweltering cunt.
Hestia clamped down on Percy's head with her thighs to ensure that he could not leave her hanging like last time, as her hips bucked into his face.
She shivered, moaning loudly as she came undone almost at once from the slight stimulation of grinding into his face.
Percy smirked into her gushing pussy, before he showed her just what he could do with his tongue.
Percy ran his rough tongue in a long stroke, from her spasming pussy to her puckered pink asshole.
He decided that she tasted good- a taste similar to ambrosia, home-cooked dessert, fresh apples, the like, with just a hint of tanginess and underlying musky smell.
He latched onto her pussy as she finished riding out her orgasm, sucking on her sweltering honeypot as he lashed her sensitive, puffy pussy lips with his strong tongue. Maddened by her taste, and spurred by the erotic mewls she made, Percy spread her tight pussy lips with his tongue, and finally tasted her sensitive, pink flesh.
His breath, warm on her sensitive crotch, sent shivers up Hestia's spine as her toes curled in abject, mind-numbing pleasure. Her bare skin stung in the cool air of the air-conditioned room, completely contrasting the warm and pleasant sensations emanating from between her slick thighs. "More, Percy." She moaned his name, "Don't you dare stop."
Her hands snaked down to where her lover was between her thighs as Hestia moaned into the bedsheets. She fisted his messy, raven black hair, her hips unwittingly bucking into his face, smearing his tanned skin with her warm nectar, so that it glistened in the light.
She was about to be disappointed.
Percy smirked devilishly, before he looked up at her, stopping his ministrations on her hot core. His hands restrained her thighs and waist, preventing her from moving to pleasure herself.
Hestia groaned, "Wh-why have you stopped?"
Percy smirked up at her, "How do you address me, goddess?"
She blushed adorably as he pointed out her slip up in the heat of passion. "I'm sorry, sir." Her creamy skin was tinged gold, "Please can you make me orgasm, sir? For your cute little toy?" She could not believe the words that slipped from her lips as she pleaded with Percy, accompanied by her helpless tone. The ache in her loins did not recede a single bit, rather, only grew as she felt his warm breath between her thighs.
She closed her eyes and whimpered, "Please sir."
Hestia gasped, arching her back, her eyes fluttering open as Percy resumed eating her out vigorously.
He swirled his tongue on her delicious flesh, tasting his beautiful goddess' feminine juices that leaked from her untouched womanhood, occasionally nibbling and sucking her skin expertly. Guided by her lewd moans and gasps, he formed an intricate knowledge of all her sensitive spots, and put his skill to the test, trying to get the beautiful, pent up goddess to climax.
His slight, sexy stubble brushed against her sensitive, slick skin as he buried his face deeper between her thighs, inhaling her musky, aroused scent as her thighs clamped tighter around his head.
He smirked, ignoring the pressure around his head as she drew him in, his tongue exploring, probing her puffy pussy lips apart to dive in for short excursions, and to taste more of her heavenly nectar, which continued to flow in an endless stream. His hands tightened around her thighs, holding her in place.
He was gentle, sometimes, as he softly kissed her wet skin, and softly nibbled her sensitive flesh, he was harsh at other times as he sucked on her delicious clit, or gripped her soft ass in a vice grip or denied her another orgasm.
Percy decided, after several moments of debate, that he would finally grant her wish.
He captured her clit between his lips, sucking on it as he would suck on her tits, his tongue lashing her sensitive flesh to heighten her pain and pleasure. His firm, strong finger massaged her soft flesh, his fingers prodding and exploring as he ran his hand along her sopping slit or her soft ass crack.
With a scream that made him question the room's soundproofing, Hestia came undone in an explosive orgasm.
Her orgasmic fluids, pent up for several minutes of denial, rushed in a delicious torrent from her fat nether lips, making Percy latch on to her cunt, his tongue again exploring her sensitive flesh as he swallowed her warm nectar. Her body writhed as she begged for him to show mercy, but he did not relent, instead, continuing to tease the virgin hearth goddess through the explosive, first orgasm of her life.
"How did you like that, goddess?" He smirked as he pinned her down on the bed, flashing himself out of his clothes.
Hestia shivered as she finally felt his warm tip brush her thighs, slick with precum. Her wrists were pinned to the soft mattress by his larger palms, as his tall frame leaned over her shorter body, bent over the edge of the bed.
"Are you going to take my virginity now, sir?" Hestia asked in an innocent, schoolgirl tone that made Percy clamp down hard on his self-restraint to prevent himself from hurting her in his carnal lust.
"Do you want it, goddess?" He growled, leaning down to whisper in her ear. He took pleasure in seeing how she shivered, goosebumps running up her smooth skin as she nodded frantically.
"Please, sir. I am yours. Will you take me in this position, or should I shift?" She asked, referring to her current state, bent over the edge of the bed at the waist, so that Percy could take her from behind.
"Yes, goddess. Now, relax, and leave everything to me." He nibbled her neck gently, making Hestia moan as she involuntarily bucked her hips into his crotch, pressing her wet cunt against his raging erection.
Percy growled, "Bad girl." He gripped a fistful of her soft brown hair tightly, jerking her head back harshly by the hair. "If you continue to do this, I'll have to punish you, I'm afraid."
Hestia whimpered, "I'm sorry, sir."
Percy smirked at the submissive goddess as he pressed his other fist against her tailbone, finally making a move to penetrate the goddess, to finally make her, his.
He groaned, throwing his head back as his cock pressed against her soft, smooth pussy lips, making another new stream of juices gush from her cunt as his bulbous head stretched her tight virgin pussy more than anything before.
Hestia was on cloud 9, as she finally felt herself being penetrated by the only man she had ever loved, or would ever love.
Percy's warm, thick cock, still fresh on her mind, felt like it would rip her apart as he struggled to enter her unbelievably tight hole. His bulbous head, warm and velvety, made her feel a wonderful burn in her crotch, which had just receded after her orgasm. It hurt so much, but Hestia wanted more of him, and she would not settle for less.
She helped him along, wriggling her hips to help him penetrate her with more ease. This, helped along by Percy's inhuman strength, allowed him to finally push his thick meat far enough through her tight pussy lips, so that his head pressed against her hymen.
He nibbled her neck lovingly. "Are you sure you want to do this, Hestia? No backing out, now."
She nodded her head, finally feeling her hair free from his vice grip. "Yeah, don't give me time to adjust or anything. Just pound away." She wriggled her hips for emphasis, grinding her soft, smooth bubble butt against his crotch.
"Alright, goddess, hold tight. This journey's going to be rough." He smirked, before bracing himself.
He slammed all his thirteen inches into Hestia's tight love canal, knowing she was being stretched far more than anything. The tip of his cock punched through her cervix, and pressed against the deepest parts of her sacred womb. Her wet, warm velvet walls pulsed around his hardness, massaging his meat deliciously, trying to bring him to orgasm. A visible bulge in the shape of his cock ran along most of her slim stomach, telling him just how big his cock was, in her tiny, virgin pussy.
Percy faintly noticed that she hadn't even taken his entire length, and he feared that if he went any further, he would harm her. Content with his present state, he turned his attention to Hestia.
Her scream of abject pain and pleasure had almost deafened him, and if her previous scream made him question the room's soundproofing, this one surely rang through the house. She was surely delirious with pleasure, her eyes rolled back in her head as she arched her back, jutting her massive tits out to the world. Her swollen pink lips were parted in a silent scream, her tongue lolling out of her mouth. A thin stream of drool escaped from the corner of her lips.
Percy smirked at her senseless appearance, knowing that she had just had another mini orgasm from the fresh wave of fluids darkening his bedsheets.
Without delay, he began moving, falling into a familiar rhythm, practised and perfected through years of daily practice. Reaching out, he grabbed one of her magnificent, tits, pinching her erect, pink nipple as his fingers dug into the soft, milky flesh of her breasts, the excess spilling out between his fingers.
In and out, in and out, his hips thundered as he slammed against her pale ass, leaving red marks as he moved away. The tip of his cock repeatedly slammed against the back of her womb, making him shiver in pleasure as her tight cunt pulsed against his thick meat. His balls slapped against her clit each time he hilted inside her, making Hestia moan and writhe in ecstasy. His crotch was slick with her feminine fluids gushing forth in an endless stream from her wet cunt.
Hestia's mind was blank with pleasure as she was ploughed into the bed by the rampaging god, making her think that he was... something greater, no ordinary god, or even Titan or Primordial, could make her feel as he was making her feel. Her immortality itself sung in pleasure and ecstasy as she bonded with her perfect soulmate, her dominant half. Tears welled up in her eyes as she tried to comprehend the physical sensations coursing through her being, as she thrashed in his arms.
If it hadn't been for his strong arm wrapped around her waist, holding her in place as he pounded into her, Hestia was sure she would have floated off the bed, and gone off to the Isles of Blest in the overwhelming sea of joyous emotions and bodily sensations she was experiencing for the first time, at the hands of the man she loved over everything else.
She could feel the warmth of his thick cock inside her, like a hungry, relentless bonfire of sexual arousal. His large balls, heavy with potent, and tasty, semen, pulsed between her thighs, spreading a burning fire through her crotch that made her desire more, driven crazy by the constant slapping of his warm skin on hers, making her feel as if someone was spanking her.
She did not bother to keep count of how many times she had orgasmed- it was futile. Hestia wasn't sure she was capable of thought or speech at that point.
Percy grinned as he felt her pussy spasm again around him, as the hearth goddess orgasmed for about the twentieth time in thirty minutes. Her ass was tomato red at that point, and anybody would think that he had spanked her relentlessly for the last few minutes. Her fat cunt lips were stretched to the maximum around his thick cock as her previously virgin cunt hungrily swallowed his meat. Her thighs glistened with her warm nectar, creating an enormous dark patch on the white bedsheets of his bed. He was sure her nipples were sore with his relentless groping- both her tits were as red as her ass by that time.
Percy slowed down his rough, almost violent pounding, finally feeling his balls tighten, signalling his impending climax, and he switched positions.
Hestia did not notice, let alone protest, as Percy moved her like a ragdoll, depositing her on the floor like a sack of potatoes, almost as if she weighed nothing.
Hestia swallowed the saliva in her mouth as she looked up at Percy through hazy brown eyes, glazed over with lust. His large, throbbing cock looked so magnificent in her eyes, she wanted to worship it as her god. His skin glistened with sweat, his cock dripping with her orgasmic fluids. She smiled lustfully up at him, parting her swollen lips to stick out her velvet tongue, to receive his much-anticipated load. Her thighs ground together in arousal as she eagerly leaned forward, her back arching. She jutted out her basketball-sized boobs, so that they, too, could be covered with his seed.
Percy groaned at her sultry look, his hands flying at ungodly speeds over his cock, almost a blur, as he furiously jerked himself off to the sight of the beautiful, innocent hearth goddess kneeling in front of him, turned into a cum-starved, mindless whore for his cock. His free hand found their way to her soft brown hair, and he clutched her hair tightly, tilting her head back. His eyes fluttered close as he groaned, feeling himself edge closer to a mind-blowing climax.
Percy lost it when Hestia lapped at the leaking tip of his cock, like a needy bitch trying to please her master. Her warm, soft lips kissed his cock lovingly in a lewd parody of a French kiss, making him go berserk.
"Yes, you whore!" He shouted, his knees weakening as he exploded, "Take my cum as you deserve! It will be the only thing you'll be bathing in for days!"
Hestia gasped as she felt herself being splattered with his thick, warm cum, sparking off an endless chain of orgasms that made her finally buckle and collapse in mind-numbing pleasure.
Percy did not know how long his orgasm lasted, it certainly did not help that this had been his first orgasm in days. His eyes were squeezed shut, the only thing in his mind was the overwhelming pleasure he was trapped in. He faintly realized that he had let Hestia go, for both of his hands were now wrapped around his pulsing, spurting erection.
After what seemed like hours, he opened his eyes to meet a pleasant sight that satisfied all his dominant urges, causing a predatory grin to blossom on his face.
Hestia collapsed on the marble floor, every inch the picture of a lewd, fallen angel.
She was literally covered from head to toe in his warm, thick cum.
Her face was splattered with white, her lips parted to reveal the cum she had caught in her warm mouth. Hestia was panting heavily, her swollen lips painted mostly white, revealing only a few inches of gold-tinted skin. It was in her frizzy, slightly matted brown hair, showing signs of the abuse he had put her through during the sex. Her heaving tits rose and fell, jiggling enticingly, the red, abused flesh covered with his thick seed which flowed like a slow glacier. Her erect pink nipples were barely visible under layers of thick fluid, still hard and poking from her smooth, soft flesh. His cum covered her stomach, painted her thighs, and pooled around her crotch, in a glistening puddle of both of their orgasmic fluids on the floor. Her thick thighs, warm and slick with his semen, ground as she tried to suppress her arousal, and hide her gaping, ruined cunt, which was, sadly, still unfilled. Small shudders wracked her body- the shadows of the toe-curling, mind-blowing orgasm she had just experienced.
Percy snickered to himself as he thought about what he had said. At that rate, given the amount he had ejaculated, it would be no big deal if she really bathed only in his cum for days. His cock twitched at the thought of his innocent little hearth goddess bathing in his cum.
He leaned down, and cruelly twisted her erect, sensitive nipple, making the goddess jerk up in pleasure and pain.
Hestia hungrily swallowed the cum in her mouth, her taste buds on fire at his delicious taste. She eyed her cruel, yet loving and affectionate, dominant through nervous brown eyes, trying to suppress the lustful arousal clouding her thoughts. He still wouldn't go on, would he?
Her eyes flickered down, from his dark sea-green eyes, to his scar riddled, broad chest, down his sculpted abs to rest on his still erect, throbbing cock.
"Yes sir?" Her voice was submissive, meek and innocent, like an untouched schoolgirl. Somehow, she still managed to sound cute, her wide brown eyes shining in innocence.
Somehow, the hearth goddess managed to pull it off, despite being covered from head to toe in gallons of her virile lover's potent seed.
'You little vixen.' Percy growled, a deep sound from his throat, despite the devilishly sexy smirk tugging at his lips. "Get on the bed, goddess." His tone firm and commanding.
Hestia rose on shaky legs with a moan, eager to follow through with her dominant- her master, her lover, her protector, her owner's orders.
She would do anything for him.
AN: How was it? Feel free to comment. Alright... what am I forgetting here... umm... I dunno, I forgot.
Keep calm and CR7!! Keep calm and LM10!! (Messi)