Many warnings for this chapter. Rough sex. Rough oral sex. Consensual somnophilia (kind of? I mean, it's consensual, it's just not really somnophilia). Degradation. Kind of mindbreak, a lot of sex. I cannot stress that enough.

DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE NOT COMFORTABLE WITH MATURE CONTENT. EXPLICITLY DETAILED MATURE CONTENT. PLEASE. I don't want people complaining about how I didn't give enough warning, so read the damn author's note first please.

Have fun, though, try not to comment how quickly you jacked off.

Again, warning for:

Explicitly detailed sexual content including rough sex, consensual somnophilia, degradation, mindbreak, dom/sub, pet/master and other BDSM themes. Yes, I know I'm weird.

Read at your own discretion.


The Artemis table is bustling and lively, but it's also supposed to be a deathtrap for any man who approaches. Seriously, everyone stares at the supposedly immortal demigod who calmly makes his way to the dining-area with zero armor and they're this close to betting on his life. He's making his way to the head of the table - place your bets, people!

"Zoe! It's so good to see you again!" He takes a seat, and everyone sucks in a breath -

She sends him a flat look, one he laughs away. It never worked on him before, it wouldn't start now.

(Fuck! Many people exclaim, unwilling to believe the demigod hasn't even been attacked.)

"We've seen each other rather frequently this week."

Percy shrugs. "Doesn't feel like it, does it?"

He shoots her a look, to which she looks away - oh, she's blushing, he knows she is.

The demigod chuckles, turning to another recruit whom he chats with rather amiably. Everyone's watching him, he knows - this is an unfathomable occurrence in most circumstances, and to see it happen before their own eyes is likely mind blowing.

Perseus ruffles the hairs of various hunters, who only smile at his touch, and he's close enough to whisper in some of their ears; there's an intimacy there that half of them are still expecting will kill the Legacy of Eos sooner or later.

"Having a good meal, Zoe?"

"It can't compare with hunting your own, of course, but it's sustainable."

It's Percy's turn to shoot her a flat look. He's about to berate her, but the galloping of hooves catches his ears.

"Ooh! Chiron incoming! Catch you later!"

He sprints off into the night, aiming for Cabin Eight. Avoid Chiron, avoid Chiron, avoid Chiron -

"Perseus! May I ask you some questions?"

Mission failed.


If people had actually paid attention, they'd have noticed Hunters whispering in hushed tones and giggles - giggles! - coming from their table. But no one notices, because Campers are, admittedly, morons.

Zoe also looked very suspicious, but once again, no one even shot her a look. The joys of being surrounded by idiots, she supposed.


Perseus runs. He runs from the monster behind him, who fucking talks and yaps and talks and yaps and doesn't shut up. He spots the Cabin to his right, glimmering dimly - safety! Yes! Quickly, he opens the door and spins, slamming it back shut.

"Well, we've got Chiron off our backs now, Gods know I had to talk to him for how long. Maybe he just misses me too much." Percy sighs in relief, turning around -

To see every single hunter in Cabin Eight dressed up in tight-fitting maid costumes with a heart-shaped cleavage window and way-too-short miniskirts and a garter that squeezes each thicc thigh so fucking tight there's that little bit of fat that shows but that's the hottest fucking part of it all.

"It's good to see you, Master Perseus," Zoe purrs, slightly popping her butt out as she addresses him, leaving little to the imagination. Her thighs are silky-smooth, glistening with the most minute amount of sweat and her legs run for miles. He can see all of this, and he very much appreciates it. "Your little toys are ready for you~"

Percy licks his lips. It's one thing to have girls in maid costumes, it's another to have those girls be supposedly immortal virgins who are now you sluts - because there's really no other way to put it. There's a brilliant sense of taboo to this whole situation that permeates the air that he breathes, a tension that stagnates.

They're all lined up for him, slightly leaning forward and their heads dipped in various forms of respect. Each of them resides at the foot of their bed, visually submissive and diverse; some are wearing collars, others don cat-ears, while others kneel. It's a very, very pleasing sight to the thing that rears up in Percy's chest.

A thing that knows what it wants.

So, slowly, Percy makes his way to the Lieutenant, their leader, who looks at him with reverent eyes and a teasing smile, angled towards him to show plenty of cleavage, not to mention the glistening around her groin that he now suspects isn't just sweat.

And abruptly, carelessly, he adjusts her tiara and smiles. It's not kind. It's a wicked grin that is full of threat.

"You're going to be my little Queen tonight, Nightshade. And you know, I'm pretty sure the job of a Queen is to make a whole bunch of little heirs for her King." Oh, oh, how her eyes start to twinkle with excitement, her lust permeating the air with a tangy scent of berries. Percy growls, grabbing Zoe's ponytail and letting it loose as she visibly suppresses a yelp, whining at his rough action.

He pays it no mind, though, because that's not what he wants to do right now.

As he forces the Lieutenant to her knees, keenly aware of the lust-filled eyes fixed on him and his fucktoy, he knows that this is what he wants.

Nightshade wastes no time in opening her mouth, and Percy indulges her.

This is what she's been waiting for. The scent, the musk, the taste of her master's absolute bitchbreaker of a cock.

She doesn't know how she could live without this before. The perfection of this oozing, glorious thing is so integral to her whorish self that it's hard to recall the two-thousand years or so of virgin living. But now?

Zoe moans as her head is violently stomped onto the ground by Percy's foot, and she chokes in pleasure as he changes his mind and steps on her neck instead.

"You've been waiting for this, haven't you, you fucking cockslut. Come on, say it. Admit it."

"Yes! Fuck yes, I've been waiting for this, sir, I've been lusting after your bitchbreaker for the whole entirety of today, I want it to fill my tight little cunt and I want you to cum inside me and breed me like the fucking whore I am!" She cries out, writhing in ecstacy; because every single touch her master gives her lights her up so good, so deliciously.

He snorts in derision, but relents and replaces his foot with his hand, pulling her up into a kneeling position by the collar. She's drowsy, she's dizzy, but she can still feel the veiny, rock-hard pole that smacks into her face and she broken-mindedly sticks out her tongue, licking it with a practiced muscle memory with her lack of cognitive functions. Her hands, too, start to warm up and stroke the fat cock that rests on her face, and she moans every time master bats her hands away and slaps her cheeks with his tool instead.

"You're such a fucking whore."

And he plunges into her wide open, inviting mouth, spearing her throat. Her immediate moans send him into a whirlwind of pleasure instantly, hips bucking into her warm, wet cavern that's built just for him, just for his dick. Zoe seals her lips and sucks, hollowing her cheeks, and Percy can't help but grab her locks roughly, groaning in pleasure.

She looks up to him, with drunk, half-lidded doe eyes that are filled to the brim with a lustful gaze.

He punishes her boldness by hilting himself, down to the root, and her eyes widen. She struggles - they all do, as they run out of air - and he pulls back, only for him to once again slam his pelvis against her face, grinning with delight as her tongue conducts the most pleasurable ministrations while her throat convulses as it struggles. Percy facefucks her, pistoning his dick in and out of her tight fucking throat. He looks up and sees every hunter kneeling at his feet, faces gravitating towards the sinful sight they see, and he smirks.

"Chloe. Come here."

The girl in question's a cat-maid, apparently, by the way she has cat-ears affixed to the crown of her head and a tail Percy's fairly sure isn't a clip-on. Just like Zoe, he tugs her by the hair and she mews.

"Get yourself fucking ready." Is all he says, hips still thrusting at a rapid speed as Zoe starts to gurgle, her eyes unfocusing while her hands are clearly fingering her twat - Master remedies that by slapping her a few times, and she relents at the stinging on her cheeks.

Zoe can feel the dick in her mouth bulge in a familiar manner, and she throws her head back and forth in an attempt to get Master to cum in her mouth; she wants, no, needs to taste his fucking cum after a whole week of denial, without his cum in her pussy or her ass or her mouth; she impales her throat on his rod and flexes her muscles, eyes rolling into the back of her head as he climaxes, his seed, thick, creamy seed with that beautiful fucking flavour pours down her throat and gullet and overflows into her mouth, coating her tongue and tastebuds with that wonderful sensation of virile baby-batter.

He doesn't throw her away, though, because she's his Queen slut for tonight. Instead, he tosses her onto a nearby bed, passed out, as he waits for her to be ready to breed - if she's not, then he'll use her anyways, but it's always good to hear them beg, even if using one like a cocksleeve is arousing in its own right.

And speaking of cocksleeves, Percy grabs Chloe by the throat and throws her onto the bed, face down ass up, and doesn't let go even as she squeals and struggles and suppresses a kick, wiggling her enticing little ass while she does so. Also, he's proven right once again - her tail is plugged into her tight arse. He doesn't care for authenticity at this point, so Percy roughly tugs it out and doesn't give her a moment of reprieve before thrusting in.

And fuck, it's tight. It's a familiar sensation, because Chloe's his second favourite anal slut, but it's still so fucking warm and still feels unused. She's brilliant at cleaning the hole too, but it's still sticky enough to be pleasurable, and the way she squeals and moans and pleads beneath his frame is all too arousing.

"FUCK! FUCK, PLEASE, YOUR FUCKING COCK IS STiLL TOO FUCKIN' BIG!" She claws at the sheets, ripping the covers of the bed but her words are contradicted by her actions - her hips roll in that beautiful fucking motion, backing up into him and swallowing his prick cleanly into her bowels, meeting his thrusts at a perfect pace and her slutty nature is just too powerful for her to overcome herself. Her body is a slave to its desires, and Percy exploits it by making her cum again and again and again -

"I'M FUCKING CUMMING HOLY SHIT-"

She fucking squirts all over the sheets, making a mess, as he hilts himself and paints her ass-walls white, feeling her slick juices run down both their thighs. "Fuck, I love your ass," he mutters, pulling out and approaching Phoebe who's kneeling by the bed, his little cock-cleaner who stares up at him with doe-eyes so different from her usual hostile manner. Her tongue swirls skillfully around his dick, and for once he decides to reward her with a healthy load of his spunk, and her grateful eyes serve to make his cock harder for his next meal.

Ah! Fiona approaches him with a sultry smile, and sets herself on the bed in a show of flexibility, tucking her arms behind her head in a pretzel sort of form - and she's baring all to him, her bare, unshaven, tight pinky pussy spread itself for him, a healthy glistening rose-like thing, her legs spreading themselves and her womb readying itself for his sperm.

Percy wastes no time plunging into her and her pussy immediately clings around his dick. Her eyes roll to the back of her head, and he swings his hips back, watching miraculously at her vagina stubbornly clings on with lips that fucking grip and he pummels his cock back in, revelling in her choking while he grunts, forcing her legs farther apart still as he hilted his dick into her, loving the warm walls of her velvet cunt, stimulating all the right places in his rod, pressing into every vein and sweet spot he had on his prick. He grins, continuing to pound her while her juices overflowed onto the bed like an overfilled jug, then pulls her up into a vertigo-inducing position. Fiona gurgles and babbles incomprehensibly as she's tugged up and down her Master's dick like a cocksleeve - and then she whines as she loses that sensation, feeling so empty, only for his brilliant bitchbreaker to find its way into her pouty mouth. She sucks it readily, bobbing her head back and forth in tandem with his brutal thrusts, and relishes the bitter-salty taste of his semen filling his mouth. Fiona's discarded when she's passed out, semen spilling from her mouth and femcum from her lower lips, staining the bed possibly irreversibly.

It continues like this for hours.

He manhandles Katie, the perky little thing, into submission and grins with a sadistic glee as he fills her up, her mind well and truly broken; she passes out as she chokes on his cock, her airways plugged up full with dick. Lynn - his brunette bitch in every sense of the word - screams in pain and pleasure as he leaves raw, angry red marks all over her fair skin, a sign of claim and territory. She'd screamed for him and Percy did think her cries of "I'M YOUR BITCH FOR LIFE, SIR" and her barking and woofing at his command were rather effective for his own pleasure, so maybe he'll try that again - Tatiana, with her fair hair and plump tits, too, falls in love with his dick, worshipping it with praise-filled sucks and slurps, tending to his balls and rubbing his musk all over her slutty teenage face. It turns into a one-man bukkake, the Huntress desperately attempting to slurp up every drop of cum that hits her tanned skin. The tantalisingly tall cumslut Monika finds herself helplessly pinned to the wall, legs forcefully spread and thin black tights ripped everywhere, holes stretching within the fabric, as her face morphs into a beautiful look of mindless whorishness, tongue lolling out and a crazy blush staining her features, pigtails bouncing wildly as her Master pummels her tight little pussy and cums all over her pink womb, easily shooting past her cervix and splattering his viscous white stuff into her uterus with zero remorse. Lithe-figured Atalanta slowly sidles up to him and strokes his pole with her gentle grip, but her Master opts for a change of pace and pounds her from behind while he pulls her hair, arching her back in a curve that shouldn't have been humanly possible, sloppily kissing her braindead self as she sells herself into slavery, binding herself to the bitchbreaker that remolds her insides and reshapes her tender cunt.

There're just too many tight little cunnies for him to pick and choose, mix and match from - like a kid in a candy store but much more lewd - and he's even got a buy one get two free with their puckered assholes which make them scream so amazingly arousingly, and their little fuckholes on their faces which are so warm and wet and brilliant to fuck. He cums in one girl, and then gives another a facial; he'll spray baby batter over one's back and then shoot in down another gullet. But it's not enough, never enough, and he's cumming in every hole he can find.

As he breaks in their new hunter Jodie, watching as her previously-nervous face turned to a lewd little expression that screamed of her sexual desire, he notices a small movement from the bed to his right. He has half a mind to abandon the fucktoy he's using but resolves to cum inside the little bitch's ass anyways, contentedly observing as it spasms and convulses, legs kicking sporadically as femcum sprays all over his cock.

He slows his thrusting and pulls out with a pop, walking over to a fuckdrunk Phoebe and pries open her mouth. It gets the hint and the fucktoy opens its mouth, giving him a nice clean-over. The Master rewards her with a cockslap to the face, which she enjoys and relishes with a moan.

Percy approaches Zoe's bed, where she rests on her side, lithe figured framed by the bed. He doesn't think that his facefucking could have warranted such a knock-out - sure, maybe it had been a little more intense than usual, but it wasn't anything too special.

He slaps her. No reaction.

Percy looks around the room, taking in the sight of fucktoys strewn haphazardly around Cabin Eight, their bodies covered in cum, some lying on the floor, a couple stacked on one bed, and more than a few propped up against the walls of the room. He turns his attention back to the woman before his dick.

If that was how she wanted to play it.

Without warning, he thrusts into her ass, claiming her fuckhole for himself and relishing the feeling of her tight walls clinging onto his dick, tightening and loosening erratically, and he smirks when he sees her body contort and arch. Slowly, he pulls back, and he can hear her sharp intake of breath -

He knocks it out with a resounding thrust that knocks the bed into the wall, and her audible eep! Is all he needs to hear. He doesn't let up - this is her punishment for being a cheeky little whore, after all.

"You're such a little fucking slutty pervert, you know that?" Her walls clench around his cock, strangling the python-like appendage, so yes, she does. "You love this, don't you? Being used like a fucking object, like a fucking throwaway cocksleeve just for me to cum inside of. You want to be fucked anytime, anywhere. You just want a dick inside you all the fucking time. Isn't that right, you little bitch of a whore?"

It's almost cute, the way she fervently denies it while gasping in pleasure, shaking her head while clawing at the sheets, moaning to him and he himself.

"Just - ah! Just y-your coc-ghhh. JUST YOURS! JU-JUST YOUR COCK, SIR!" She groans, apparently exhausted by the effort she needs just to say that sentence, and Percy laughs. What a fucking useless bitch.

His hips ram and piston into her with a newfound force, taking in her desperate grasping and moaning and screaming and whining with pleasure, loving the gasps she makes every time he thrusts into her at just the right angle. She buries her face into the sheets and he grasps her iron-collar and throws her head upwards, Zoe groaning and screaming with delight as he roughhouses her, messing her with her insides and her outsides, slapping her ass cherry red and groping her skin and tits with little care in the world, tugging on her nipples and chewing on her neck, leaving bruises strewn all over.

She tightens, oh she tightens hard, but that's not what he's trying to do. Akin to pulling something out of a particularly tight space, he forces Nightshade down and rips his dick out of her now gaping ass, forcing a whine out of her, before it's overwhelmed with a scream as he plunges into her fresh, pink, tight little pussy that constricts his rod with a force unlike he's ever felt. Zoe's always oh-so-tight but this was new; her velvet walls clinging desperately onto his bitchmaker even as he rolls his hips back. The fucktoy's thrashing around, flailing and shaking, trying to find some reprieve from the constant overstimulation she receives from her master as her brain attempts failingly to get a grip on their situation.

"You. Are. A. Fucking. Breeding. Whore!" Master punctuates each word with a pause and a hilt inside of his Queen Slut, whose voice has run hoarse and she makes ungodly sounds that scratch her throat at the sheer pleasure she feels from his cock. "You're my breeding whore, and you're going to bear me my children in nine months. You're going to take my fucking cum, you fucking slut, and you're going to fucking love it!"

"YES! YES SIR YESYESYESYESYES!" She wails, and clenches her fists and curls her toes and she shakes with a suppressed pleasure.

"Cum for me, bitch!"

Zoe Nightshade lets go and everything sprays out, her slick juices running down every surface of skin in the vicinity, from the knocked-out fucktoys which lay close to her to the Master pounding her soul out of her fucking body, and she clenches hard and harder and harder until she feels his dick throb and spurt its cum in her fucking body. Her arms give out, and so does every muscle in her upper body, leaving her a broken mess on the bed, two of her backdoor holes spread out wide, one dripping copious amounts of cum everywhere. Her tongue muscle gives way, lolling out of her mouth, and her eyes cross while she pants for breath.

Percy coos for his new baby mother, stroking her hair softly with one hand while he stroked his own cock with his other.

She looks so perfect.

Knock.

Knock.

Ah, there's someone at the door?

"Can I come in?"

Percy shoots a glance at the things all over the Cabin.

"Give us a second."

He doesn't clean up. He doesn't need to. Percy just has to make sure Thalia Grace doesn't scream once she realises what she's signing up for.

Calmly, he makes his way to the door, carefully stepping over some of his toys - they're still mint, he doesn't want to damage them - and swings open the door.

Thalia's face morphs into so many emotions in a second that he can't help but laugh.

"What the fuck?"

Percy grins. "What the fuck indeed."