Thalia has the time of her life.

Uh, basically the same warning as last time + public humiliation.


She's too stunned to move. Taking initiative, he wraps a hand around her and ushers her in, pressing into the small of her back, and pushes her forward with a little force.

Thalia, curiously, doesn't fight back.

"Wh… what the fuck is this?" She whispers, voice hoarse, gazed transfixed by the various undressed bodies that stain the room with their presence, messily dressed as maids who look more like whores in their various states of nudity. Thalia's eyes only widen as she sees Zoe - or more accurately, Zoe's gaping holes - ass up, face down, drooling on the bed with a fuckdrunk look on her face.

Percy doesn't mind it, though, and instead only pats her head as she's keenly aware of the massive appendage which presence dominates the room, a heat radiating off it that's omnipresent and draws her subtle looks towards it, the snaking, massive thing that hangs from his pelvis. Thalia squirms, pursing her lips, and Perseus grins upon noticing her actions.

"This is my kingdom." He explains, though not imperiously; it's stated like a simple fact, devoid of much emotion besides a matter-of-fact tone in his voice. "And every king needs some whores."

He illustrates this by walking calmly towards a huntress on a fluid-stained bed - Thalia recognises this as Phoebe - and grabbing her hair roughly, prodding that thing against her lips, and though not unexpected it still shocks the Daughter of Zeus enough that the essential third-in-command of the Hunt sniffs it before eagerly impaling her fucking throat with it, neglecting Thalia's own presence as her eyes are transfixed on the man who violates her mouth. Phoebe's throat bulges, contracting and convulsing rapidly, as Perseus stares into the Huntress's eyes with an intensely concentrated fire, hips a blur of movement and hands digging into his whore's scalp.

"You see, Thals?" Perseus groans, turning his head and staring into her eyes with his own, while he pumps his cock into the gurgling mouth of his fucktoy, relishing the still brilliant feeling of Phoebe's silky throat. His guest gulps and shudders, squeezing her thighs together and biting down on her lower lip, visibly suppressing a moan. "They're not all bad. They're pretty good at taking my cock."

Eyes still fixed on Thalia, he hilts himself and Phoebe gratefully sucks and hollows her cheeks, tears dripping from her eyes as she deepthroats the fat cock that is stuffed into her oesophagus, cumming down her throat and into her stomach, and she coaxes it out bit by bit with her lightly bobbing head and her nimble tongue, before her scalp's violently ripped away by his strong, strong hands and she's thrown to the bed once again, waiting for her next assignment.

"Never get tired of her," Perseus mutters, jacking himself a little more and cumming on Phoebe's bare skin, watching her body twitch unconsciously upon registering the presence of his spunk.

"Thalia." She snaps to attention, immediately looking to him with a complicated shine in her eye. He's familiar with it. "Come here."

Percy sits himself on the edge of the bed, legs spread, and gestures for her to sit in between his thighs; Thalia shows little hesitation but ultimately concedes, gently situating herself in the spot, wiggling her ass to get comfortable. She shudders when he wraps an arm around her waist and tugs her in, feeling the thick cock that pressed into her ass, and moaning when he licks up the nape of her neck and growls into her ear.

"You're a good little kitty, aren't ya?" He cups her ass with one hand and works his way downwards her front with another, lifting her loose-fitting shirt and relishing the feel of her skin, soft and gentle, feeling her ease into his body with her own as he toyed with the hem of her bra, teasing her breasts as she whined, melting into his touch. Against her wishes, he works his way back downwards, but she yelps in surprise and excitement when he slips past the waistband of her booty shorts, and brushes past the clean-shaved skin of her lower regions.

Her brain slowly whirrs into a cacophony of white noise, a blur of pleasure and nothing more, intimately taking in the gentle sensations he administers, his mouth sucking on her exposed neck, leaving hickeys all the way down to her collarbone; his left hand that massages her thigh delicately; his right that carefully spread her pussy-lips and stroke her prim and proper labia slowly and deliberately. She bares her neck and arches her back, only for him to tug her in harder with his still-occupied arms, roughly but still full of care.

"Don't move, Kitty," he whispers into her ear, kneading the fat in her thighs and rubbing her rose with gentle, circular motions, "I've gotta make you feel real good."

And he destroys the suspense when he plunges into her tight virgin cunt with two firm fingers, long and strong as they penetrate her slick walls. Thalia's eyes widen and her mouth opens in a silent scream, her neck one peppered with tender kisses now clenched within a tight fist, restricting her airways, while he bites down on her earlobe with a surprising force.

"I knew there was a little masochist within you, kitten."

Then his fingers curl and she can only groan in pleasure, her throat scratchy and her voice hoarse, as her walls tighten and a jolt of ecstasy shoots through her body, far stronger and far more potent than she's ever felt before, even under her own ministrations.

"I know your body better than you do." He snuggles his head into her neck, almost lovingly, while he extracts his fingers with a wet schlick and prods her lips with them, appreciating the way she curls her tongue around them and swallows her own femcum with a rapt delight. "You're a good kitten for me."

Thalia's still panting and gasping, warring with her own body for air, done breathless by her own lungs which demand compensation for all the unadulterated pleasure that's just taken over her like a drug. A soft voice fills her eat and gentle strokes run down her back, and finally, she calms.

She struggles to get the words out, stuttering under the own drunk influence of her brain.

The girl twitches underneath Perseus, who helps her come down from her high with true and thoroughly tested techniques he's all too familiar with at this point. Slowly, she maneuvers her head around and looks at him, eyes unfocused and dizzy, head lolling slightly with exhaustion.

"Th...thank y-you, Sir." She voices, pride lost. It's not a conscious decision; her body and mind has already submitted to him voluntarily in this lust-induced state of hers. Perseus is pleasantly surprised and smiles softly, pressing a kiss to the crown of her forehead.

"I was going to let you cum once, but since you're such a good girl, I'll tell you what." Percy hugs her tight, feeling her collapse into his arms. "If you call me Master, I'll let you cum one more time. Just because my little kitty has good manners."

"Y-yes, M-m…" She stutters, faltering a bit, but his silent gaze spurs her on. "Yes, Master."

Perseus pecks her cheek, and carries her limp body to the head of their bed, allowing the wall to support her weak stature. She puffs a breath with leisure, looking back down at him with half-lidded eyes and a lust-drunk smile.

With just a little of his godly strength, he tears the fabric of her shorts with ease. She yelps, but a little kiss to her gushing pink pussy morphs the sound into a moan, the girl twitching as her now-bare ass is caressed by the man who dives between her thighs. His tongue streaks across her lower parts, her spine twitching as sensations stroke and caress her skin - metaphorically, but no less pleasurably.

He lightly treads kisses all over her thighs, radiating warmth all over his neck. Then, he moves to her labia and lightly licks, feeling her legs twitch around him as her oversensitive cunt is stimulated by this pleasure; he traces patterns all over her tight little thing and takes pleasure in the way she reacts. Perseus curls his arms around her thighs and spreads her legs, leaving her open-legged and vulnerable, her pussy spreading little by little, proof of her chastity.

Then, the immortal snags at her hooded clit and a lewd sounds escapes her throat as she suppresses a scream - a quick glance upwards shows that she's thrown her head back in the throes of ecstasy as he toys with her, sucking and licking and nibbling her clit with a ravenous, rapid pace that has goosebumps rising all across her body as he handles her thighs with strength, locking her in place.

It feels so fucking good.

She tries to hold it in, the rushing feeling that zips through her body, but it's all for naught when he abruptly breaks pace and clenches around her little nub, and cum drenches her pussy as she climaxes, riding out the high on his mouth that still works in her, his tongue scooping out her juices while he laps it down his throat. Her hips buck nonsensically while she babbles incoherently, clenching and unclenching the sheets with tight grips.

Percy licks all around her thighs, too, cleaning her messy, juice-stained skin, and smacks his lips together with satisfaction.

Thalia mews from her spot on the bed, curling into herself as her body spasms a little more from the aftermath of this ego-wrecking exercise. She's not fully coherent yet, but she can tell that she'll never go back to who she was; not without Master in her life still.

As she slowly fades into sleep with heavy eyes, the last thing she sees is Sir standing over her, his hand pumping his cock, while he shoots her a mischievous smile.


Thalia wakes up in her bed, and the first thing she registers is feeling sticky.

There's also a weird feeling of light-headedness, an almost hungover quality to her mind today. She looks down at her own body - she's naked.

And she grins.

Her pussy is still a little sore just from the two fingers that had plunged into her cunt and given her pleasure; her body is caked with a white substance that she doesn't remember feeling the night before, and a giddy pleasure still seeps through her veins.

Is this what the Hunters feel all the time?

She pushes herself up, wobbling slightly as she's still rather limp, but she stops herself. A yellow post-it note is stuck onto her inner thigh, and Thalia resists the urge to finger herself when she plucks it off and reads the letter.

Hope you enjoyed last night, Kitten, I gave you a little present when you fell asleep!

Okay, Thalia was a little pissed - not at Master, never at Master, but at herself for not staying awake to feel the sensation of fresh cum on her skin. Though she supposed dried spunk wasn't too bad, either.

Some of the other whores wanted to lick it off, but I stopped them from doing so! You did well, so it was your reward, after all. Remember you're always welcome in Cabin Eight!

-Percy.

P.S. Don't wash the cum off. I'll know if you do.

Thalia came again when she read that last part, completely hands free. She had wanted to join the Huntresses - boys, well, boys weren't really a problem - but seriously? This was how they lived? She could get fucked by that massive cock and still be a Huntress?

Wait. Thalia hadn't actually gotten fucked, had she?

Oh, Master. He was luring her in for more. Oh, the brilliant deviousness.

Thalia got off the bed and per Perseus's instructions, neglected to wash the cum off in favour of simply pulling a shirt over it, relishing the feeling of caked baby-batter on her skin, her pussy wettening while she reminisced the events of last night; being handled into submission and given the greatest ecstasy she could have ever imagined.

She might have smelled of bodily fluids and sex - she really didn't know - but Master had ordered her not to wash it. At least no one looked at her funny, not even Annabeth, and her hickeys went unnoticed by the long turtleneck which she wore. Ah, the joys of the cold. Although CHB hasn't been cold in a while - Dionysus didn't look too pissed either, so not like she knew what was happening.

And, miraculously, the cum wouldn't even sweat off. Not under layers of clothes; the viscous fluid clung to her skin stubbornly, not as if she'd ever complain about that.

At Lunch, she recalls everything she'd seen the night prior and has to squirm to stop herself from masturbating in front of the entire camp, struggling to eat while fantasies and memories of Perseus's body dominate her appetite. Instead of food, she wants her Master's cum. Maybe it seemed a bit hasty, with her sudden overnight whorishness, but in reality, Thalia had always been a little raunchy - was it because of her father's own nature? She didn't know.

Maybe the Hunt would have cured it, she had thought once upon a time, but now? It was clear that it would encourage it, which may have been better given Perseus's presence. Oh, those sneaky little bitches hiding that magnificent cock themselves!

Thalia sneaks a look towards Artemis's table, carefully taking in the absence of a certain Huntress that she doesn't know the name of, and envious looks trained onto a glaringly empty seat. Percy sits in the thick of it all, seemingly content with chatting with the girls - he doesn't even have food in front of him - with his hands in his lap.

Well, it doesn't take a genius to realise those hands are under the table, facefucking the unnamed bitch who's choking on the prick right now. Perseus maintains a calm poker face, unwavering, and none of the campers seem to notice either, all too scared to even make a glance towards the table. Apparently, taking advantage of that, Percy's using another cocksleeve to relieve himself.

Percy suddenly turns his head in her directions and Thalia's eyes widen as many, many sets of eyes fix their gaze onto her. Master shoots her a large grin and he visibly bucks his hips one more time, bending over slightly as he audibly thrusts into his bitch's mouth (not that the campers would notice) and his gaze gets ever-more intense as he cums.

She bites her lip, the dried cum on her body feeling more present than ever.

Tonight will be interesting. Maybe she'd finally get to taste some of that spunk too.


"You're such a naughty whore." Thalia wiggles her firm arse and perks her butt up just in time as the next slap came down, leaving a red mark on her cheek and a blush on her face. She suppresses a moan; she's not supposed to make any noise, but the pleasure and the utter humiliation is too arousing for her.

The Hunters are all looking at her, with blatant lust in their eyes. One or two had even kissed her, dominating Thalia in a battle of wills; more had slapped her, degraded her, spat on her. The slut's mascara streaked across her face, mixed with viscous saliva, while her ass was dyed a cherry red. She lay across Perseus's lap, like some kind of pet, as he ran his hands over her body, groping her, punishing her for her behaviour today.

"Staring at me during Lunch, making me cum early with your slutty eyes, hm? Is that what a good Kitten should do?"

He's taunting her, she knows, but Thalia has to give in; to submit. There's no real rhyme or reason why she wants to, but she does. She can feel his dick throb through his pants on her bare skin, and it's so enticing, so exciting, the thought of that bitchbreaker filling her up. She bites her head and shakes a timid no, only for another slap to reach her ass and a moan to escape from her lips.

Master grabs her hair and tugs harshly. "Answer. Yes or no?"

She gasps, attempting to hump his thigh, but his strong arms grip onto her legs and she whines in frustration, shaking her head harder despite his tugging. "N-no, Master, they don't."

With her reply he throws her head back down and forces his way into her lower lips, forcing a spasm out of her body with the small action. He curls his fingers and she suppresses the urge to cum to his whims. She can almost hear his smirk when he curls then harder, rougher, and scrapes her sensitive spot with his gentle touch. Her legs flail, but she doesn't cum, she can't cum, because she needs him all night.

Thalia feels the heat radiate off his body as he leans forward, fingers still working her tight little cunt, and he nips her earlobe gently, an act of affection that always seems to calm her down.

"Don't worry, Kitten. I'll let you cum all you want tonight." He teases, a mischievous tone in his voice. "Just cum for me. Now."

The cocksleeve in his lap finally relents and gives in, arching her back and rolling her eyes into the back of her head. Without words Zoe and Phoebe hold her down firmly, restricting the slut's movement while she continues to orgasm on his fingers, the appendages which continue to administer the most pleasurable sensations to her body.

It only calms down when he slowly pulls his fingers out of her cunt and licks her tangy cum off with his own tongue, relishing the refreshing, almost sharp taste of Thalia's femcum. It's a brilliant taste he'd gotten a teaser of last night, and he most certainly will appreciate it now.

When the slut's finally back to normal, he grabs her by the hips and carries her off the bed, setting her on her knees, with Zoe and Phoebe by her sides, holding up her weak, lithe figure and prying her jaw open, exposing the fuckhole for Perseus, who slaps his cock against Thalia's cheek. The girl moans, but a swift slap from her handlers shuts her up while she looks up with the sluttiest innocent look Percy might have ever seen, throwing her head back while holding her mouth wide open.

He grips her hair and thrusts in, groaning at the lack of a gag reflex from his new toy, cocking his hips back and forth slowly as he allowed her to adjust ever so slightly, tears starting to form with the strain of Zoe's grasp on her jaw and the pungent, sexy musk of her Master's dick. She sucks hard like a velvet vacuum, a brilliant new cocksucker for his entertainment. Percy holds her down, sticking her nose into his clean-shaven pelvis, and her enthusiasm only increases - she moans around his dick and sends vibrations of pleasure through his entire body. He keeps slamming her head into his dick and she keeps moaning and slobbering onto his thick, fat, cock.

"Good. Fucking. Slut."

The all-new sensation of this velvet fuckhole makes Percy cum earlier than he normally does, shooting white-hot baby batter down Thalia's throat, riding out his orgasm with her twirling tongue and her supple lips, made for taking his cock and only his cock.

Slowly, coming down from the sudden high, he pulls out of her willing cockhole with a slight pop! And sighs, relishing the cool air that hits his slick dick, wet with her saliva and his cum, which he sees her still attempting to swallow down cleanly, his other little cocksleeves forcing her jaw shut and making her gulp down his spunk.

His eyes bore into her frame, lithe and supple and ripe for the taking.

"That your first time? You were pretty good, Kitten."

She nods, but a blush still forms on her face. Her throat bobs as she apparently swallows the last of the cum, and she opens her mouth wide to show him so. The cocksleeve smacks her lips and bows her head, still weak in the knees, kneeling before him. "I-I've had practice on some, uh, dildos. Sir. But they've n-never been that big."

Perseus nods. But Thalia feels a pang of loss when he doesn't return to her, instead going for Jodie, the younger Hunter who's apparently also the newest in the group. The girl squeals as she's picked up and thrown onto the bed on her side, with Percy ripping off her too-short shorts and lifting her left thigh, scissoring her body with his as he thrusts in and she chokes on a moan, overcome with sudden pleasure.

The Kitten crawls on all fours towards her new owner, shaking her booty and approaching with pleading eyes; Percy only raises an eyebrow and cocks his head, questioningly.

"You good, Princess?"

Kitten almost cums. Princess? What a title to be bestowed onto her slutty self! Her hips wiggle more with excitement and she mewls, cat-like in the way she sidles up into his side and snuggles into his chest while he thrusts into another woman's pussy for his own languid pleasure. Thalia pouts, putting on her most doe-like eyes she can muster, and pleads.

"May I please have your bitchbreaker in my tight little teen cunny, please, Sir? I'll take your cum and you can breed me and fuck me for the rest of my life, Sir, I just want to feel your dick in my pussy!"

Master doesn't look mildly surprised at her pleading, only pulling her in closer and fondling her breasts, playing with her nipples roughly, bruising her skin. "I'm sorry, Princess, but I can't give it to you. You see, you have to be one of us for me to do that."

Percy relishes the confused look in her eyes, innocent as ever. "J-join the Hunters, Sir?"

Thalia yelps as her ass is beaten a cherry red, a firm grip on her booty while a growl prompts her to look upwards, into the eyes of her owner. "Wrong answer, Kitty, I thought you'd be smarter than that." His disappointed tone is vicious, biting, and tears start to prick at the girl's eyes; but owner's peck on her forehead washes those feelings away. "Don't be an idiot. You have to pledge yourself to me."

Hope fills her eyes again, renewed by his words. "I'll do that any day, Daddy!"

Daddy? That was new - from Thalia, at least, Gods knew 'Tia called him that all the time - and it served to make his hips piston harder into the now braindead fucktoy below him, whose femcum slicks his cock.

"Okay, Princess, all you have to do is wear this little collar around your neck." He doesn't break his gaze when he calls for the item and another Hunter reverently brings it to him, a large metal thing that looks like it's more made for a wolf than a pet. "Oh, and it is made for a wolf, if you're thinking that."

Thalia eagerly bares her neck as he clasps the thing around her neck, tugging on her leash and she's ripped forward, enthusiasm never ruined even through his callous actions. "Good girl. Now, to finish, we're going to have to parade my new little cocksleeve all over town. So tomorrow, we're going to take you on a walk all throughout camp, on this little leash here. Got it?"

The girl shudders, mewling and purring, feeling her cunt wetten from the sheer humiliation she's about to face. "B-but-"

"Are you going to say no?" Percy tugs on the collar again, throwing her face into the sheets and pressing it down harshly, leaving her breaths stuttered and stagnant. "Don't you want my big, fat cock in your little bitch of a cunt? Hm?"

Her replies are muffled by the sheets, and he slaps and slaps and slaps her ass over and over again, a raw, stinging sensation that increases exponentially every time he makes contact with her booty-flesh. Perseus plunges two fingers into her but pulls out as soon as she attempts to buck her hips into his motions; Thalia whines every time as she's denied of relief.

"Bark, bitch."

His words are absolute; she follows his orders and woofs like a fucking bitch in the heat, drooling and lolling in pleasure just from his rough treatment of her body; her slutty nature overtaking her senses.

"Good girl. So, are we going to parade you?"

She still can't reply, so she settles for a feeble nod, but the point is made. He tugs her upwards and she idly notices that he's finished with Jodie, the young Hunter with cumstains all over her body and his thick cock hanging next to the cherry-red abused pussy that throbs down in her nether regions.

"Clean the cocksleeve up, whore."

Perseus grins as his Kitten obeys and laps up the cum with frizzled hair and bruises and red scratch marks all over her supple body, visibly in love with the taste of his spunk by the way her pussy gushes with cum every other lick.

This was going to be fun!


"You ready, whore?"

Thalia doesn't have the time to respond before Master drags it out of Cabin Eight, her mammaries and bountiful ass full on display as she crawls behind him on all fours, loving the way her pussy drips in anticipation of the humiliation to come. Her daydreams are interrupted by reality when he tugs her chain harder, but reality might have been better.

His ownership is fully on display when she follows him during breakfast, the Hunters - fully clad, unlike her - flanking them but still allowing her visage to be seen. Her submission, the defeat of her pride is paraded around like some circus, and Thalia loves it.

The tables are almost immediately in uproar - except Aphrodite, what a surprise - and draw their weapons, but the Huntresses almost immediately knock out the belligerents with grace before returning to their post. The cold sting of air highlights her bruises and the scratch marks over her body, and the grass is watered by femcum that drools from the lower lips.

Chiron is not here, neither is Dionysus. Did Master plan this? Maybe he'd wanted her all this time, breaking her with this carefully laid plan to make her his little Kitten, Princess Slut.

Everything gets more sensitive with arousal as she considers the possibility. That would be so fucking hot.

"See your Leader, kiddos!" Perseus's voice booms, dragging her along. "How has she fallen! What a little slut! She's my Kitten now! She's fallen to my bitchbreaker of a cock."

He smirks, deranged, while pulling on her chain and dragging her through the dirt, pulling her upwards with a strength none had ever matched. "And to prove that, I'm going to mark her in front of all of you."

He drags her to the Aphrodite table, slamming her into the wooden structure and making her moan with masochistic pleasure. Thalia, still slightly overwhelmed, takes in the sudden gasps around her and feels a radiating heat around her pussy - Master has unleashed his cock! She pants in anticipation, feeling his cockhead tracing her labia and stroking her nerves. She grips and flexes, trying to get a grip on the table, but it's too wide for her to grasp onto the other end and the smooth surface renders any type of grasp useless.

"You two." Master says, pausing his ministrations. "Hold its arms down."

The feeling of vulnerability only courses through her body faster when two figures pin her down firmly onto the table - girls, definitely, judging by the texture of their skin and the strength of their grip. Her wrists are rendered useless and her breasts smash into the table not uncomfortably but certainly not in a comfortable one either -

"FUCK!"

Her thoughts are shattered by the sudden grip and thrust her Master makes, surely bruising her hips and rendering her unable to walk for days, if not weeks; her hymen's been torn from rigorous training but the tight little pussy still has to struggle to accommodate the massive, fat, bitchmaker of a dick that rests snugly in her pussy, which is already turning a cherry-red from a single thrust of Perseus's. The slick, snug, warm walls that coil around his dick are so amazingly soft and pillowy, a massage for his cock while he breaks in the bitch, slapping her ass viciously while rewarding the two Aphrodite sluts - Drew and Lacy, if he remembers correctly - with some ass-groping and sloppy kisses too. He pulls out and he relishes the way her pussy clings to his dick with a vice grip, a tight, snug feel that draws pleasure out of him that he only gets from those virgin-like twats he loves fucking so much.

Thalia's already broken, there's no doubt - she's cumming already, pussy gushing out fluids and mixing her climaxes into one whole hysteric orgasmic experience, and a tug on her chain only leads to a mild gurgling, whining sound that originates from her throat, and she woofs voluntarily without his command, her bitch-in-the-heat feel never having felt much more real than now, with the way she bucks her hips weakly and tightens her pussy in a vain attempt to milk his cock, working her ass in a motion that tries to make him cum as hard as he can. Her jet black-hair is a mess of last night's cum and she smells of sex and fluids, spasming with slight movement Perseus makes. The new asian slut leans down and whispers something in the cocksleeve's ear, earning a smirk from Drew and a little drunk nod from Thalia. Just for that he hilts himself hard inside the cunt, loving the way she screams in pleasure from his actions, the Kitten she is.

Lacy beside her is moaning - Percy relieves her with a rough fingering, earning her a clean orgasm; Thalia's drunk enough on pleasure without the girl holding her down. Drew humps his thigh, her femcum staining his clothes, the slut peppering kisses all over his neck; looking up confirms that most of the camp has given into the situation and started pleasuring themselves, struggling to hide their perverted desires. He smirks, bucking his hips and working his way into Thalia just a little harder.

The bitch can feel his dick throbbing inside her built-in cocksleeve, whining and sobbing at the jolts of pleasure and adrenaline that rushes through her body with every time his dick scrapes the walls of her cunt and the way he chokes her with her newfound chain. She musters her energy and bucks her hips, clenching down on his dick and straining to hear his tightened tone, his erratic thrusting slapping against her ass and forming the most delicious schlick schlick schlick noises she can ever remember making.

"Cum in me, Sir!" She wails, feeling his thrusts start to blur against her ass, "Cum in me and knock me up with your thick, thick cum! Breed me! I'm already yours, please paint my cunt walls white and make me beg for your fucking coCk!"

A feral growl-groan escapes from her throat when she feels her cunt filled with his hot spunk, rushing into her uterus and spreading through her ovaries, fertilising her eggs in a way that was probably biologically impossible; her cunt tightens in desperation and his cock responds, spurting and shooting his semen into her womb; her body thrashes as she cums again and again and again and harder and harder and harder than ever before.

Thalia's eyes grow unfocused and her world seems to black out - but the only thing she sees before they roll into the back of her head is Annie's disgusted yet aroused face, and she smiles.

Master will claim Athena's whore soon enough, she knows.


The next chapter will include Drew and Lacy, and Annabeth will be there sooner or later. Thanks for all the support ;)

Also! There will be homo stuff. Like, guy x guy stuff, but it won't be too common. :)