Vartron: "Wait, hold up. Hold the fucking phone, Am I correct in that I see that it has been three full weeks since the release of the last chapter?"
Me: "Actually almost four."
Vartron: "Holy fuck! Holy sweet Jesus! Holy mother of all things sacred and dear to men's mortal hearts! Sweet double-barrelled jumping Jiminy Christmas Christ on a cracker box! Sweet fucking wet pussy of Aphrodite and all the characters of smut themselves! What the fuck took so long? Goddamnit didn't there use to be an update a week?"
Me: "Those were dark times."
Vartron: "You shut your whore mouth, those were GREAT times!"
Me: "Jesus Christ let's just cut to the chapter already, what's with this long ass weird 3rd person conversation between you and some random persona you've created because the one dysfunctional brain cell you possess thinks it's funny like all the dad jokes and puns you make instead of going to therapy for numerous reasons like a sane human being?"
Vartron: "Oh that, well you see that's a little writing technique called excessive swearing and using humour that's so bad and cringe that it's funny… IT'S WHAT WRITERS DO WHEN THEY CAN'T WRITE WORTH A CANCEROUS DICK!"

Anyone get the reference and the joke? Cause of the dick joke and the…no?… I'm just being weird? Oh … right…
FUC-

So without any further ado,
Chapter 3: The Architect

-Ω ϝαρτρονΩ-

Annabeth was on guard duty as most of the camp was destroyed which meant that everyone was re-building, rendering the camp the most vulnerable it had been in a long while. The golden fleece had been lost in one of the many rooms in the big house, rendering Zeus' invisible barrier useless but lately, for some reason, monsters insisted on attacking from the front gate each and every time they decided to attack.

Today was the 3rd of the month, which meant that Percy and herself were visiting the camp for a week. So today, it was Annabeth's turn to be on guard duty and as a senior head counsellor, the most brilliant strategist the camp had ever seen and one of the 7, the other campers were spread out to the other weak points around the forest, leaving her all alone as everyone considered her more than capable of defending this entry point to the camp all by herself.

Many campers had already been injured or in critical condition, the Hunt was due to arrive later on to act as the cavalry should the occasion arise, as well as to clear the nearby areas of any monsters that were lurking. This meant that until they arrived, Annabeth would have to hold the fort on her end with no backup until she swapped guard duty.

Annabeth walked around in the dark forest alone, still significantly horny after her unfinished steamy session with Percy less than an hour ago. It was amazing but Percy had been called to escort some demigod to camp Jupiter just as she was about to finish on Percy's cock pumping into her, leaving her now alone, horny and bored, a dangerous combination for her to be in.

And it was just her luck too, Percy had been so busy over the past few months between exams and his sister that he had built up quite a bit of sexual tension and he had been taking it all out on her ass. In fact, were it not for the magic healing properties of nectar and ambrosia she would not be able to walk nor sit down at this moment. For the first time, he really didn't hold back when he asked him to spank and choke her.

However this had left her severally on edge and unsatisfied, seeing as she was literally just about to cum, it was a brutal case of unintentional edging, and while usually, Annabeth would love to be edged and denied an orgasm, she currently hated the concept seeing that it had been 3 months since someone had given her an orgasm, and it was starting to severely fuck with her.

Ever since her run-in with Arachne and that damned curse she had ever so kindly bestowed upon Annabeth moments before her fall into Tartarus, she had found her libido had started to take over her mind the longer she went without having an orgasm caused by someone else. Her vision would go pink, and she'd struggle with the urge to jump the first person to have the misfortune to cross her path.

Just the other day on their way to camp, if Percy hadn't have come in at the last moment and killed the recently resurrected trio of Cyclopes, the thoughts of having sex with a ...monster was starting to appeal to her mind greatly, especially as her vision had gone to a violent shade of violet that day too, a sure-fire sign that she needed an orgasm immediately, and while ordinarily she would be disgusted at such a thought of having sex with a monster, much less one that had killed so many campers and demigods of the past, she was starting to warm up to the idea and severely consider it.

She stopped walking for a moment and leaned against the tree to take a breather as the memories of the hot and steamy pounding Percy had given her earlier had started flashing in her mind causing her to let out a soft moan. She rubbed her lips with her fingers before licking them, coating them in a layer of spit. She gave another near-silent moan when she thought about it again. Then she tried recalling more memories of sex that she had with Percy and she frowned.

They barely did anything these days, Percy was always busy with school and his family so much that Annabeth had practically no sexual experiences except for whenever Piper and Jason met up with her and had to help Jason with his "school work" that he always seemed to need "Annabeth's help to figure it out" to finish.

This started when they were on the Argo II on the way from Camp Jupiter to Rome when she and Jason found out that both of them had the same ridiculously high libido and they were just ridiculously horny that night. There was something about fucking the only man on earth that could ever be even considered a rival to her boyfriend, that really gave her orgasms that extra tingle, but then again, that may just be from the trick Jason had been using on her, coursing volts of electricity through his dick and tongue whenever they fucked, which always caused her to scream in sheer ecstasy and leave deep scratches down Jason's back that needed 15 minutes of rubbing ambrosia on to even begin to fade.

As she was a child of Athena, the goddess of Wisdom and Strategy, she also knew how to play Percy and Piper perfectly so they'd never find out, but she knew if Piper ever found out, that slut would just join in.

With another moan, she slipped a hand under the waistband of her jeans and softly started to trace over her clit closing her eyes and giving in to the pink, that had started to cloud her vision yet again. Unknown to Annabeth, who's usually sharp mind pre-occupied with thoughts of Jason, a strange pink mist slowly started to surround her, creeping up her leg almost as if hands stretched out from the mist, pulling it up to her head, slowly filling it with thoughts of the only other person who could make her wetter than the Aegean Sea, Piper McLean.

There were days on the Argo II when Jason and Percy were busy planning over and over and over, that only Piper could satisfy her libido, especially Piper's tongue, her fingers and her ability to change her appearance to either a dominating, curvaceous milf who would force Annabeth into submission and utterly degrade her or a submissive little whore who would beg to please Annabeth as she'd mockingly laugh, slap Piper and make the slut eat her out.

Dear chaos she loved being Piper's dome, it gave her a real ego boost. But unfortunately, she had only seen either Jason or Piper 3 times so far and apart from the dildo that Piper had given her a while back, and the brief moment with Percy earlier she was severely unsatisfied with the lack of sex in her life.

She sighed and started to walk back to camp, it was nearing time to swap guard duty with the next camper and maybe she could fuck someone from Aphrodite cabin, it wouldn't nearly be as good as Percy, Piper or Jason but they were all just a bunch of horny demigods, ready to fuck anyone and anything, so she could curb her libido for the time being anyway. Percy would be back in a couple of hours anyway, he had promised that once he returned, even if Tartarus himself came to fight, it would be just himself and Annabeth and that he'd finish what he started and make sure she squirted for him.

She shook her head again, trying to fight off the pink vision which was starting to highly influence her thoughts but she only managed to walk a few steps before she cried out in shock when a powerful force struck her from behind.

She was thrown a couple of feet away and fell on all fours with her forehead connecting against the ground making her wince. Rough, ragged breathing reached her ears and she moaned when a large, rough and wet tongue licked her damp patch on her jeans. She began to turn her head and see who was behind her but an inhumane, rumbling growl low enough to rattle her bones froze her in place. The pink mist greatly subdued her usual lightning-fast reflexes as well as her genius-level intellect and calm rationale, thoughts of reaching for her dagger kept in her belt long forgotten.

She turned back and stared straight ahead, scared to look back as a shiver travelled up her spine. The creature's tongue licked her again and she heard its loud sniffs of her, increasing in joy as it felt the sexual energy coming off her. Annabeth let out a moan as she shivered from the feeling of the heavy tongue on her jeans, her vision now entirely that violent shade of violet again, as the pink mist once again engulfed her, her rational mind now entirely replaced with one of lust. She shivered and instinctively unzipped her jeans and slowly lowered them, exposing her wet cunt and letting out another low moan of pleasure when the creature began licking her earnestly, its heavy rough tongue pushing at her folds, flicking her clit with each lick. It had been so long that she was eaten out like this.

It growled again and Annabeth wondered for a moment why it kept growling before she understood, she crawled onto her fours and knelt so that her cheek was against the cool dirt, her hands reaching back, spreading her ass apart, allowing easy access to her thoroughly wet and wet cunt, she closed her eyes and fully submitted to the pink mist's influence and gave in to her submissive side, it had been ages since someone had put her in a position like this, and by Athena she had missed the feeling of being forced into submission and made feel like hunted prey, entirely giving up control to her dominant, leaving her at their mercy, she had forgotten how badly she craved this.

It began to lick her again, and as it licked her wet pussy, she could hear slurping noises as the creature swallowed her juices down. Its hot breath tickled her, its tongue making her feel on top of the world as it roughly pushed inside of her, spreading her apart as it continuously tongue fucked her. The thought of finding out who was behind her slowly disappeared, Annabeth no longer cared so long as it continued its ministrations. All she cared about was the pleasure that was coming from this...monster, human, god, Annabeth could not care less, all she cared about was the rising orgasm inside her and her hunger for sex.

Annabeth gasped when a large, heavy furry body settled over her with its front thick paws on her side. It took all of her strength to keep her from being crushed under its powerful frame and weight. She knew who it was now because she recognized those black and red paws with dagger-like claws that could kill anyone: it was a hell-hound, just like Mrs O'Leary but this was a male one. She could especially tell from the growing hot bulge that was resting against her pussy. Annabeth's eyes closed in lust as the hell-hound settled over her and she felt his monstrous cock slide against her as it prepared itself to mount her.

Something that she had never admitted to anyone, and never out loud at the very least was she always had a bit of a primal kink, ever since she fucked a satyr and then there was the time when she and Percy were stranded on Circe's island. What she had never mentioned to anyone was that they were actually on the island for a far longer time than Percy truly recalled, part of this was because he was too busy spending time as a hamster, and he had actually been magically induced into a coma for two weeks.

During this time Annabeth had been taken as a slave by the sorceress and been forced to crawl around on a chain leash, often subject to humiliation by Circe and her followers as they'd force her to drink out of a bowl, eat their pussies out on her fours, or her favourite, they'd use magic to conjure a penis and fuck her with it, saying she was nothing more than a bitch in heat who was made to be bred by them. And while she protested against it at the time, she secretly loved it, there was something about that primal form of sex and forced submission and humiliation that brought an edge of honesty whenever they'd make her beg for them to breed her or whenever Circe would whip her ass and tits with a lash and force the girl to beg to taste her pussy until she was reduced down to tears.

And although she did have to escape with Percy once he woke up, she had always craved to be fucked in that primal manner again.

Annabeth moaned as she felt its cock hardening and rubbing against her inner thighs, leaving a coat of its pre-cum across her skin causing her to shudder as juices started to flow from her. With a grunt, the beast pulled its hips back and thrust forward, missing her entrance and instead, fucking her thunder thighs. Annoyed the hound growled so deeply that the growl rattled Annabeth and caused her to throw her head back and moan deeply as its cock vibrated against her pussy from the force of the growl.

The hell-hound thrust again and missed, it growled even deeper, further annoyed. Annabeth fearing the worst for a moment lowered her hand between her thighs and gripped his pre-cum covered cock. The hell-hound gave another growl before realizing that the human bitch was helping when he noticed that she positioned his cock against her tight entrance, it gave a powerful thrust and embedded its thick, long and slimy monster cock right inside her tight wet cunt. It wasted no time and started pounding the female bitch with vicious and fast thrusts, each thrust making her scream in ecstasy more as he could feel the same lust being emitted from her that he felt from other female hell-hound bitches in heat, dying to be bred.

"H-Holy Hera herself!" Annabeth screamed as her eyes went wide, her tongue lolled out and saliva started to dribble from her mouth. Pleasure and lust overrode her senses as the hell-hound pounded her pussy wildly with its thick and long monster cock, pushing her back and forth, its cock filling every nock and crevice inside her, pushing her tight walls apart. This was an experience that she never knew was possible before.

"Fuck me," Annabeth screamed before moaning in lust as she felt its cock thrusting deeper than any before it and she realized the cock was now pushing at her g-spot. No one, not even Percy or Jason was this big. "Please, for the love of all that's holy don't stop fucking me," she begged.

Hot sticky saliva dripped down onto her back from the hell-hound's open mouth making her quiver. She groaned as its cock kept swelling and growing inside her and started to rub against her g-spot, the pleasure making her think that hell-hounds were divine sexual creatures created by Aphrodite herself and that the next portion of her meal would go to her.

Annabeth couldn't keep silent any longer as her moans began to echo in the forest. The heavy breathing of the hell-hound and the squishing sounds of their fucking and her moans filled the forest, yet nobody heard them. "Oh yes...fuck me! By the gods, make me your bitch! FUCKKKKK," Annabeth screamed before shuddering and gasping in pleasure as his cock with each thrust rubbed and hit against her G-spot hard, slowly building the rising orgasm within her bringing her closer to the edge.

Annabeth just kept moaning and began to pump her hips back against the hell-hound, making each thrust smack her ass roughly against the hell-hound's pelvis, its balls smacking her constantly. The hell-hound began to thrust faster and harder and pounded the human bitch hard. She could tell that he was close to finishing.

"Please cum in me! Fucking shoot your hell-hound cum inside my fertile pussy. Breed me like you breed hell-hound bitches! For Athena's sake just cum in me," she pleaded mere moments away from her climax, and the hell-hound obliged, giving one more thrust right as the human beneath him started curling and screaming as she finally met the orgasm that had been denied from her for so long.

"O-o-o-oh f-f-FUUUUCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!" Annabeth bellowed as her orgasm erupted from within, her pussy tightening around his cock like a vice, locking it inside her, its knot firmly lodged against her g-spot. The power of her orgasm, making her body shake uncontrollably, her back arching back against the hell-hound, her fingers and toes curling and uncurling at a worrying rate, her eyes rolled so far back in her head that all you could see were the whites. With another loud continuous moan, she continued to convulse underneath the beast, her cunt clenching around his cock, bringing the monster to its own orgasm.

The hell-hound above her let out a deep menacing howl, thrusting in as deep as possible, his heavy, hot, big balls rested between her thighs. The hell-hound howled again and it blasted his first spurt of cum inside her making her release a low-sounding moan of pure lust. A second followed, and then a third followed and countless others as the hound slowly pumped its cock in her, pushing the sperm deep inside, emptying his balls of all his potent hell-hound cum inside her pussy. Annabeth quivered and shook under him not even remembering that she had a boyfriend by the name of Percy, as she rode out her orgasm.

Her pussy remained tight around his cock and her body went limp before falling over on her front, giving in to the exhaustion. She moaned as the thick and massive meat inside her pussy throbbed and pulsed, his balls twitching against her thighs, forcing more of his cum into her now over-filled pussy, as streams started to leak out.

It started to pull out, its massive slimy and wet cock rubbing against her insides making her twitch and moan, she gasped when he pulled out entirely and rubbed against her inner thighs with his juice-covered cock.

Annabeth gasped happily, out of breath and closed her eyes as the last of her orgasm pulsed through her body feeling her twitching pussy slowly leaking a combination of her juices and his thick potent cum dribbling down her thighs. To her pleasant surprise, however, when she opened her eyes, she saw the hound's slimy cock in front of her still hard. The hound put his paws over her big tits and pushed her down, sinking her into the dirt, shoving his cock in her face as Annabeth happily obliged by sucking and cleaning the cock, loving the taste of her juices and the salty cum. The hell-hound was successful in making her submit to him in a primal manner, so she would do anything he wanted, go anywhere he went, just as long as she got her pleasure.

Disappointed, she whined when the hell-hound pulled out his cock with a popping noise and began leaving. She tried to say something and stop him but the hound shot his final bits of cum into her mouth and shoved it in one last time, cleaning his cock and then disappearing into the shadows.

"Fucking hell," Annabeth thought and delightedly moaned as cum dribbled out of her mouth and onto her t-shirt right down her chest. "That was incredible," she said audibly as she swallowed the cum in her mouth and fingered her clit which triggered yet another orgasm.

Her eyes rolled to the back of her head, she screamed loudly from the pleasure as she squirted out a near waterfall, electric waves coursing through her. However, this last orgasm proved to be too much as she passed out from the sheer pleasure and the exhaustion from mating with the hell-hound, her final thoughts of how she loved how the beast made her his bitch, made her submit to him and rewarded her for it as she blacked out and lay there twitching.

-Ω Seconds Later Ω-

"Holy Hera herself, I did it," exclaimed Aphrodite, air pumping as she materialised out of thin air, the pink mist slowly pulling itself away from Annabeth and back into Aphrodite's hands, her spell having completed its goal of seducing the young demigod into her control.

Aphrodite could not contain her excitement, she had successfully entrapped not only the maiden goddess of the hunt, Artemis, not just her lieutenant, the best in her hunt but she now had control over the arguably most brilliant child of Athena and the partner of Percy Jackson himself. She reckoned that maybe one or two more pushes from her spell, and soon she'd have full control over their minds and they'd be nothing more than her filthy little slaves.

Normally one run-in with her mist would be more than enough to break an entire orgy worth of demigods, but these three had a special resistance to her power, and although she had succeeded in making them mate with a monster, if she were to interact with them directly, it would require at least one more use of her spell.

Any other camper or huntress, and they'd be eating her out by now, however, it was still a major win for Aphrodite. Others simply wished and begged for the chance to have Annabeth in such a state, at their feet, now under their willpower, knowing it would never happen, if Athena didn't strike them down, Percy would tear them apart limb from limb himself, and Aphrodite would know, for each of these wet dreams came to her as it was her domain, yet she had succeeded where others had merely wished.

And as for Thalia and Artemis, Artemis was already the subject of every satyr's desire and Thalia had always been a frequent star of many wet dreams in Camp Half-Blood. Yet if anyone were to so much as touch a hair on their head, Zeus would probably take theirs off instead, and here she was making them mate with their sworn enemies, the most hated and hunted down monsters of the hunt.

She knelt down beside her and pushed a finger into the demigoddess's ruined cunt, rewarded with a moan, she sucked on her finger and closed her eyes, content with the result of her influence, striking another conquest off her list.

Aphrodite stood up, tilted her head to a side slightly and waved her fingers her pink mist seeping out of her hands slowly engulfing Annabeth again, once again creeping into her subconscious and making the girl dream about the monster encounter. Yet this time a pink symbol, ℧ shining on the girl's forehead.

"Hmmm. I almost wonder...," she thought as she vanished, a single purple rose petal slowly falling and coming to rest in Annabeth's hair as the pink symbol glowed again briefly before fading away, leaving nothing but the demigod moaning away as her subconscious filled her with dreams of the hell-hound.

Right, so I decided to shake things up a little, couple of random changes. There's a reason, which I know not that many of you care about, you're here for the lemons cause let's be honest? Who isnt, but for any other readers who are interested in storylines, character arcs and whatnot as well, I got you. And for any readers worried they won't get an Artemis related chapter soon, don't worry, I got you.

Right til next time,
peace out homies!