AN: Alright, whoever thought I was gonna keep it PG or vanilla, can jump ship right now. How you thought that with all the earlier references to BDSM and suicide, only God knows. Hestia gives head, there will be brutal facefucking, and a nice, dripping facial. Percy's horse cock also makes an appearance, because I will never settle for anything else.
Time: A Few Minutes Later
Hestia appeared in a clearing, worried out of her mind. She had barely been able to escape from the shouting match ensuing on among several angsty, teenage, mortal, demigod, semi-immortal, goddesses and a single Titaness, in Ogygia's dining room.
Sydney had been ashamed of her fear, and she had been the target of more than a few rebukes, coming even from her own sisters.
Poor girl.
Hestia had to make sure that Percy would spend some time with her to cheer up the normally lively daughter of Thanatos.
As the light died down, she was jarred out of her thoughts by the sheer beauty of the scene before her, gasping in wonder and admiration. She turned around to look everywhere, her warm brown eyes childlike, wide with wonder, the roll of garlic bread on a plate clutched tightly and carefully in her hands.
She had been unable to save the soup, which had been kicked over in the argument, but at least Percy could have something until she could make him another meal. Or perhaps she could summon food using her godly power, however much she hated it.
The sky seemed to be drenched with blood, the dawn approaching rapidly. A few birds circled the sky, black specks against the bright red and orange of the sky, gliding between the few wisps of white clouds in the mostly clear sky. The leaves of the trees that surround the clearing were tinted red, the sunlight filtering through the canopy. The air was fresh and invigorating, so much like Ogygia, that Hestia felt awed at the fact that such a place even existed in the mortal world. The leaves of the conifers rustled in the soft breeze, swaying the tall treetops slightly.
Soft herbs felt soft as she crushed them under her equally soft feet, feeling slightly sad for marring the beauty of this otherworldly place, the gravel and dirt that lined the soil, tougher, crunching under her slippers. Hestia blew her brunette hair out of her face, taking pleasure in the breeze buffeting her, ruffling her clothes, somehow different from the perpetual sea breeze at Ogygia.
She made her way through two call pine trees, the fallen pine needles soft and wet with dew under her feet. She followed the innate connection she had with her master, trying to locate Percy.
She rested her soft palm against the rough bark of a tree, clutching the plate protectively to her chest. A soft, gentle smile lit up her soft, softly tugging at her lips as she absorbed the sight before her.
A massive lake stretched as far as the eye could see, the azure water clear enough to beautifully reflect the blood-red sky. It was lined with the same coniferous trees, pines, firs and birches, the air slightly cold and misty, telling the hearth goddess that they were to the far north, maybe somewhere in Canada. Gentle, rolling hills rose up behind the lake, their slopes covered with lush green forests. A lone mountain rose high above the rest, it's higher reaches covered with snow, gilded in the rising dawn, the peak disappearing in the clouds.
The open fields around the lake were covered with soft, green grass wet with morning dew, a few flowers dotting the landscape like colourful patches among a vibrant green. The far forests were lost in a grey haze, lost in rolling mists that descended from the mountains. A small stream, as clear as the lake itself, fed the enormous water body, filling the quiet morning air with the beautiful sound of a trickling mountain stream, fresh from the slopes.
Percy sat by the lake, his legs dipped into the clear water of the lake. He looked so peaceful, despite the dry tear tracks marring his face, that Hestia almost felt sad disturbing the serene scene. His long black raven hair was the only speck of darkness anywhere in the beautiful scenery. Even though she couldn't see it, Hestia knew that his sea-green eyes were shining with unshed tears, glistening beautifully that made them look like dark emeralds. She could picture it perfectly in her mind's eye. He was wearing the orange Camp Half-Blood shirt, which made Hestia falter as he NEVER wore that shirt. It had too many memories attached, he said.
Hestia stepped forwards, hesitating slightly as she feared that Percy would flee as soon as he saw her. When he did not show any visible reaction, emboldened, yet slightly saddened by his callous disregard, Hestia sat beside him, crossing her legs as she sat beside him.
Silently, she handed him the plate, with the slightly cold ginger bread, trying to seem like she didn't care, though her insides were being eaten up by guilt and worry.
The butterflies in her stomach came to a standstill when Percy accepted her offer, still continuing with the silent treatment. His childish behaviour brought a smile to her face.
Percy couldn't help the satisfied moan that escaped his traitorous lips when he bit into the loaf, tearing away the soft bread with his teeth. Gold tinted his cheeks when he became conscious of Hestia's teasing smile.
After a few minutes of comfortable silence, Hestia broke the span, immediately wishing she hadn't. "I'm hurt, Percy."
"I'm really sorry. I-I didn't mean to be... like this... I-I d-don't know what to do... I'm broken, damaged; and yo-you-" His voice broke.
"I meant," Hestia comforted him softly, leaning against him as she rested her head in the crook of his neck, the couple watching the sun rise over the hills. "Is my cooking really that bad that you left the meal I cooked for you?"
Percy chuckled slightly, though the emotional pain in his voice was still there when he spoke. "I'm really sorry. Your cooking is the best I've ever had... well, on par with my mom, at least."
Hestia smiled at that, leaning down to examine the lake bed, clearly visible thanks to the clear water. "You apologize too much."
The fish frolicked about in the water, forming complex patterns and pecking Percy's legs lightly to get him to join them. The sand that lined the bed was interspersed with seagrasses that swayed in the water, illuminated by the beautiful patterns formed by the sunlight refracting through the water.
She dipped her hand into the lake, enjoying the gentle ripples that were formed on the glassy surface, the cool fluid on her nimble fingers. A single, small, bright orange fish swam to her hand bravely, pecking at her soft skin. Hestia giggled at the ticklish feeling.
"This place is so beautiful," she breathed, her attention drawn from the underwater life to the aerial, as an unidentifiable, small songbird perched on her bare knee, it's small talons slightly digging into her soft skin. Hestia did not mind the slight pain as she gently stroked its brilliant blue and red plumage with her finger, marvelling at its softness.
"It is, isn't it?" Percy's voice was nostalgic. "I and Annabeth were searching for the Hunters when we stumbled across this place. Apparently, this is one of their innumerable campsites in Canada, protected by Artemis."
Hestia hummed in agreement, her attention solely on the bird perched on her knee.
"Do I have to go back there?"
Hestia turned to him. "Yes, you do, Percy. The girls- your girls- are waiting for you there. Besides, you will have a nice, much better meal waiting for you there." Hestia bribed, seeing the bread in his hand almost finished.
Percy was silent for a moment. "Why don't you summon food when it is your domain?"
Hestia's smile fell a bit as she turned towards the lake, taking in a shuddering breath. Seeing her discomfort, Percy put a strong, protective arm around her, pulling her closer to him. Hestia buried herself deeper into his chest, basking in his warmth as her eyes followed the sun in the sky. "During the First Titan War, I had to feed all the wounded soldiers because there we no time to cook in the middle of the fighting. Later, when the war was over, I promised myself that I wouldn't summon food, because there won't be so much suffering any more. I was naïve at that time," she sniffed, "look where that brought me."
Seeing her depressed thoughts, Percy filed away the information to grill her later. He tried to change the subject, drawing attention to himself. "You aren't angry with me?"
Hestia smiled at him, snuggling into his chest, and drawing his arm closer around herself. "Would I be doing this if I was?"
Percy didn't respond to her rhetorical question, opting to stay silent for a while. "Am I evil, Hestia?"
Hestia turned on him, her brown eyes blazing with a furious intensity that none associated with the gently dispositioned hearth goddess. Percy was taken aback by her aggressiveness as she shouted at him, "What makes you think that?!"
Percy did not react to her anger. "Do you think she was right?" He pondered, his eyes glistening. "Athena, I mean. Why is she being so difficult? Drew, I understand. She was always bitchy. But why Athena? She was okay with me after Annabeth restored the Athena Parthenos."
Hestia eyed him worriedly. "She is just having other problems of her own to deal with."
Percy turned towards her, matching her intensity. "And you don't have?! You were ripped away from your life and placed in my harem, against your will, for all I know, and I don't see you complaining. What is her problem? She has no right calling Calypso or Artemis or the Hunters, that-that word." He clenched his fists in anger.
He ignored his own outburst, instead continuing to observe quietly. "Nobody came to my aid when she was telling me to die. Nobody defended me." He laughed, giving the hearth goddess the impression that he was slowly losing his grip on reality and sanity, "Hell, Sydney was even afraid of me!"
He continued, ignoring Hestia's tears. "Do you think my mother never loved me? Was I alone all along?"
Hestia could not take it anymore. She tackled Percy to the ground, showing surprising strength as she pinned him down. "Never think like that, Percy. You were never alone. Annabeth and your mother, your friends were always by your side. Now we are by your side for all eternity. You are not alone!"
Percy glared hatefully at her, making Hestia falter as she had never thought that she would be on the receiving end of his ire. "I'm a monster, can't you see that, Hestia! I'm destined to be a murderer! Can't you see, I feed on people's fear and terror! I'm not like you! You are the shining beacon that everyone looks to, while I am the darkness that everyone avoids, fears!" He laughed insanely.
Tears trickled down Hestia's cheeks as she buried her face in Percy's chest, dampening his shirt. Her tears, the sobs wracking her body and her hiccuping seemed to bring Percy out of his reverie, and he unsurely wrapped his arms around her smaller frame, hugging her close to his muscular frame.
After a few minutes, the two had calmed down enough to sit in silence, watching the sun rise, the blood-red sky turning a clear blue, transforming the red lake to its normal azure colour. Their tears had dried, the only signs of the crying and angst being their puffy, red noses and slightly red eyes.
Hestia snuggled closer to Percy, looking up at him in wonder, a slight smile on her face. Percy was lying on the ground, the soft grass cushioning him, his head resting on an arm, while the other was thrown around her. Hestia was sprawled atop her Dark God, her head propped up on his chest, her chin on his sternum, as his chest slowly rose and fell. He was not paying her any attention, his eyes following the clouds drifting in the sky, his bright, sea-green eyes not giving anything away. With his high cheekbones, sharp features and aristocratic face, he looked his part of being a desirable, handsome and delicious, dark god.
Hestia didn't know what came over her, but she crawled atop Percy, so that she was straddling him, her large chest mashed against his muscular one, her lips barely inches away from her. She ignored the slight golden blush dusting her cheeks as she hungrily explored his features with her wandering eyes.
"Umm...Hestia?" Percy asked unsurely, fighting to keep his eyes from wandering down to her delicious tits. He was sure it was just an innocent act, and he wanted to preserve Hestia's modesty, but her unwitting show of her cleavage and smooth, creamy skin wasn't helping him.
"Percy..." her eyes searched his, brown digging into sea green for any signs of his well-disguised thoughts.
And Hestia took the leap of faith.
Her full, ruby lips captured his in what she thought was a good kiss. She was inexperienced, and it was just a chaste kiss, yes, but it had been one of the only two Percy had received in almost over seven months. She, like Thalia, was unsure of what to do, and awkwardly pressed her soft lips to his, wildly hoping she was doing everything correctly as she tried to convey her raging emotions the best she could.
Percy did not waste any time wrapping his arms around her shorter frame. It felt... wrong to be doing this so easily after Annabeth's death, but he didn't care. The debilitating guilt, and accusing nightmares would come later. Right now, the goddess in his arms was all that mattered.
Percy guided her expertly, their lips moving in sync. He tried his best to go at her pace, so he refrained from roughly claiming her lips till they were bruised and swollen. He would not dominate her... just yet.
Hestia broke off the kiss a few minutes later, breathing heavily, her face flushed gold in arousal. She latched her lips onto Percy's jaw, knowing that people did this, but not necessarily understanding the concept of love bites.
She kissed down his neck, lightly pecking his collar bones, trailing her lips down his toned abs and broad, muscular chest till she reached the waistline of his shorts.
Percy grabbed her shoulders, stopping her from reaching any lower. "Hestia, what are you doing?!" He whispered harshly, having finally regained his senses.
Hestia pouted childishly, pecking his lips to silence him. "Percy, you were under the sea, searching for your godly half for almost three days. I did some thinking during that time, and I am sure." She smiled reassuringly at him, before her eyes took a teasing glint. "And besides, this is just a free teaser sample. You will have to earn the rest."
With a grin, she pushed him back down, ignoring his slight protests as she pulled down the zipper of his shorts, coming face to face with an absolutely enormous tent in his boxers.
The hearth goddess giggled nervously at the size, twirling her brown hair in her fingers, and poking the tent with a soft finger, giggling as Percy groaned. "This seems to disagree with you."
"Are you sure? I don't want you to be hurt."
Slightly annoyed at his repetitive caution, yet slightly happy and flattered, Hestia's response was to yank his boxers down.
Her lower haw dropped to the floor as she beheld the monster throbbing before her eyes.
Percy blushed golden. "Do-don't stare." He did not know why he was being so shy and nervous with her when he would have taken Annabeth and choked her with his massive cock seven months ago.
Hestia wrapped her small, soft hand around the base of his cock, not even being able to reach around it. Correctly estimating his size at thirteen inches with a three-inch girth, Hestia was sure that his... monster cock was larger than her head.
She gulped nervously, frightened, yet entranced and aroused by the sight of his meat. For the first time since she was born, the maiden goddess of the hearth felt her panties soaked through in arousal.
He was so warm, and hard in her hand which did not even fit around him. Percy's bulbous cockhead was almost as large as her fist, bobbing up and down in time with his heartbeat. She marvelled at how hard he was, yet soft at the same time. His skin was smooth to the touch, her rough, riddled with veins and ridges that Hestia wanted to memorize.
She wanted to know every inch of her new monster.
The hearth goddess, cursing her inexperience, slowly stroked Percy's throbbing cock, emboldened by the groan he emitted at her actions.
She pressed her face against his hard, throbbing erection, enjoying the warmth on her face as she trailed her lips along the underside of his cock. She kissed the base of his shaft, and trailed her soft lips along the underside of his meat, licking and sucking eagerly as she went upwards, enjoying the taste.
She was feeling lightheaded by his musky, addictive, masculine scent, and growing more more more courageous as the seconds ticked by.
Noticing the clear stream of fluid leaking from the slit on the tip of his cock, she took the next step.
She lowered her head to the tip of his cock, brushing her brown hair out of the way. Gingerly sticking her tongue out, she lapped up his precum, cleaning his cock with her wet, velvety tongue.
Hestia's eyes widened at the taste, and immediately, she wanted more.
She kissed his cock the same way she had kissed him, lovingly as if his cock was her new lover, and rubbed the rubbery slickness all over her cute face, letting the warm, clear and musky fluid smear against her cheeks and lips.
Percy's eyes widened as Hestia went berserk on his cock, the pleasure heightening. Whatever Hestia lacked in experience, she more than made up in enthusiasm.
Hestia latched her lips forming a tight seal around the head of his cock, her tongue swirling around his flesh as she lapped up his precum. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked, hungrily drinking all fluids that he leaked.
Percy could not take it anymore. The temptation of the forbidden fruit, of the hot, wet mouth of the maiden hearth goddess,was too much to resist.
He grabbed a firm hold of her soft, silky brown hair, and he thrust all his thirteen inches into her tight throat, groaning at the feeling.
Hestia felt as if her lower jaw had permanently come unhinged at the size of the meaty shaft violating her throat. Her eyes watered as she choked and gagged, Percy's cock distending her tight throat. She slapped Percy's thighs weakly in protest, but he did not relent.
Hestia felt the weight of his massive cock resting on her warm, wet tongue, forcing her to taste the addictive, tangy taste of his cock. Drool and saliva that escaped her lips trailed down her chin, warm yet cool at the same time. And despite the pain, Hestia wanted more.
She tried to swirl her tongue around his massive cock stuffing her face, trying to pleasure him as best as she could. She could feel herself getting wetter at his aggression, and her cheeks burned gold at the thought, embarrassed yet aroused.
The smell in her nostrils made her feel lightheaded and horny, almost a drug by itself.
Percy pulled her up the hair, until his cock sprang free from the vacuum that was her mouth, with a wet, lewd pop, the only sign of her having sucked his cock being the clear, glistening trail of saliva and precum connecting her wet lips with his cock.
Percy's hands twitched as he tried to contain his urge to molest the goddess, rip her shirt off and grope, and slap the watermelons on her chest she called her tits, spank her ass to show her whom she belonged to, to fuck her until she would be in bed for a month.
He eyed the goddess gasping for breath, tears rolling down her cheeks at his brutality. For a moment, Percy felt afraid and scared for her, but it was soon wiped away when she crawled on her hands and knees to take his cock in her hungry, eager mouth again.
Percy grabbed her hair again, not bothering to see if she was comfortable or not. He was near, and his primitive instincts were telling him to get off as soon as possible, to use the bitch as she was meant to be used.
Percy thrust long and hard into her mouth, using her mouth as a pocket pussy as he violated her throat with every thrust, not caring for the tears streaming down her face as she choked and gagged. The lewd sounds only served to make him go faster, pulling the hearth goddess' face into his crotch, slamming her already bruised lips against the base of his cock as he fucked her mouth roughly. He eyed the prominent bulge on the outside of her throat, mirroring his violent thrusts.
The tight, warm and wet mouth of the hearth goddess was too much for him to bear any longer.
His eyes widened when Hestia screamed, signalling that she was about to cum, and sending pleasurable vibrations up his shaft. How she managed to orgasm just by sucking him off, Percy had no idea.
Her cute face pressed against his crotch, her small body dwarfed by his tall, muscular one. Percy was sure if he put his back into it, he could spitroast her. His cock seemed to be grossly out of proportion of her small mouth, her soft, ruby lips parted as far as they would go to accommodate his girth, its size visible as a prominent cock-shaped bulge on the outside of her throat. Tears streamed down her beautiful face, glistening in the sunlight as thirteen inches of his hard cockmeat roughly violated her throat.
Percy was sure that if he was just a bit larger, he would have been able to penetrate her stomach through her mouth. The thought of fucking her undoubtedly tight virgin ass almost became too much to resist.
Of course, if he hadn't been a god, or even a demigod, his partner would have died.
Hestia kneeled on the dirt and the grass, the rough terrain slightly digging into her soft skin, like one of those closet perverts. Who knew the gentle hearth goddess would be so... eager and horny and kinky?
Her shorts were drenched through, and Percy resisted the urge to shove his hand in her panties and finger her to another orgasm, or even to rebuke her for orgasming without giving him his relief first. Her feminine juices trickled down the insides of her luscious thighs to form a glistening puddle of nectar on the ground below. Her white shirt had almost turned see-through from her sweat and dripping saliva, sticking to her smooth, creamy skin, and Percy could see her bra, almost threatening to burst in their attempt to contain the goddess' enormous tits. However, it did nothing to contain their uncontrollable jiggling as Hestia bobbed her head like an expert, gasping and choking and gagging, eagerly swallowed down his cock as much as she could, violently face fucking herself on his shaft when his hands gave her some reprieve.
Percy groaned as he felt his balls tighten in impending release, and he again took control.
Grabbing her soft brown hair, he jerked her head back, making her moan in displeasure at the loss of the object of her desires. "Take it, bitch." Percy growled possessively, "Take my cum like the hungry whore you are."
Hestia eagerly nodded her head in anticipation, swallowing the saliva in her mouth as she parted her lips, sticking out her tongue to await his load. Submissively, looking at him like he was her god, she spoke sultrily, "Yes, master, I'm your cumdump."
How Hestia even knew those words was beyond him, as his blood roared in his ears. Percy gripped his cock tightly, jerking off furiously at the sight of the submissive goddess on her knees, waiting for him to cum.
With a mighty roar, Percy came, squeezing his eyes close as his knees weakened from the overwhelming pleasure of his climax, he heard Hestia's pleasured moans, but it was all lost to him in his ocean of bliss.
Hestia had orgasmed at least twice as she blew him, and the feeling of being covered by his cum was too much for her, sparking off an endless chain of mind-numbing orgasms that made her insides tingle and her needy pussy to throb tantalisingly. She was sure that she was addicted to him, his cock, his cum, and the feeling of being stuffed and covered with his feet seed, which splattered her cute face, painting her slightly tanned skin pale white.
It was in her warm brown hair, making it sticky and streaming sluggishly down her face, covering her cheeks with the warm fluid which dripped down her slim neck to trail down her cleavage and disappear somewhere in the enormous mountains of her tits, making her clit throb as she fantasized about losing her shirt and pants and being covered entirely by his seed.
Well, it was not like she was not covered from head to toe in his seed marking her as his property. All her clothes were drenched and sticky in the thick fluid, sluggishly flowing like a glacier down her toned stomach.
Hestia eagerly swallowed the bit that she had caught in her mouth, and she was sure that her nectar would always taste like her newest favourite drink.
Her mind was a white haze with pleasure, and Hestia was sure that she would have survived only on Percy's cum if she could. She had been right, she was a whore and a starved cumdump. His starved cumdump.
Percy probed and prodded her soft, cum covered white lips with his cock to clean himself. As expected, Hestia had compiled, eagerly lapping up whatever seed he had left, and even sucking him off some more for additional measure.
What he hadn't expected, was for her to shudder and scream in pleasure, caught in the throes of another toe-curling climax, and to pass out in the dirt, grass, and a puddle of his cum and her feminine juices in a post-orgasmic coma.
He briefly wondered if he should finger her awake, but he wasn't sure if she would appreciate him touching her and taking advantage of her unconsciousness.
So he did the nice thing.
He snapped his fingers, using his powers to clean everything up, and cuddled up to the tired, knocked out goddess, snuggling closer to her as he spooned her smaller frame.
AN: Haha, how was it? Could have been better, in my opinion. You are the judge. Sorry, it took so long (it has hardly been two days) to update, this chapter has been almost 4.7K words long. So... submissive Hestia and dom Percy make their appearances, as does Percy's monster cock and large loads. There will be cum inflation and lots of BDSM in future sex scenes, you have been warned.Keep calm and CR7!! Keep calm and LM10!! (Messi)