AN: I could have been playing Call of Duty right now... but nooooo! Also, fair warning, this chapter contains knife and edge play. Discretion is advised.
Time: That Night
Thalia stared at Percy's broad back, hidden beneath a thin black t-shirt that hugged his strong, lean frame tightly, showing off his sculpted muscles in all their glory, as he led the way to his bedroom. Her spine tingled with excitement and anticipation at what was to come, and she could barely stifle the rapid thumping of her heart against her ribcage, trying her best to swallow the lump in her throat that just refused to go.
After their brief time of a few hours, note the sarcasm, with Nico and Will, the two had gone on a real date, wandering about in nighttime Manhattan, under the glowing moon. The air was slightly on the colder side of perfect, but Thalia preferred it that way. The city at night was vastly different from the city at day, the lights and noises were no longer annoyances, rather, they were the signs of vibrant life in a bustling city. The lights twinkled, shining through every window, door, and shopfront that one could think of, sweet, distant music wafting through the lively atmosphere, its slow tunes making Thalia smile up at her ...shared soulmate, all their worries forgotten for the night as they walked and laughed and enjoyed each other. Percy had introduced her to a cafe that had sprung up while she had been with the Hunters, and thus, out of touch with the modern world.
It had been the cutest little thing. The quaint cafe was small, with large French windows looking out over the busy street. The furniture was refined and tasteful, belonging in the house of some antique collector with its dark, polished oak tables and red, velvet cushioned chairs. Some low classical music was playing slowly over the speakers, to set the mood, and the atmosphere was one of quiet content and serenity. Bathed in the slightly dim -just the perfect brightness, in Thalia's opinion- yellow lights that sent shadows dancing all across her Dark God's face, the daughter of Zeus and the son of Poseidon just spent an hour staring at each other, their delicious, strong and bitter coffee forgotten.
Thalia found herself unable to complain when the bill- slightly higher than usual, came. The evening she had just received seemed straight out of the stories the Aphrodite girls sighed dreamily at.
She had to admit it, though, Percy looked much better than before with his completely new look, miles above her league. Although the guys gawking at her as she possessively hung off Percy's arm would disagree, Thalia was sure that most of the females in the universe would agree, despite their sexual orientation.
Thalia still thought that the maiden Artemis, Hestia and the Hunters, yes, including herself, were Percysexual.
A slight rosy tint appeared on her cheeks as she remembered how thoroughly she and Percy had been staring at each other, all sense of time and space forgotten.
Percy's sharp, sculpted face better than any Adonis ever born in the multiverse was covered by dark, mysterious shadows that accentuated his features and made Thalia feel as if her heart would bleed at everything he did. His dark, equally mysterious sea-green eyes swirled with power and various emotions as he stared deep into her blue orbs, his immaculate mask finally slipping to show the bloodthirsty Dark god, worse than any monster, than lurked beneath. His messy raven hair was its usual self, sucking in all light and accentuating his dark looks beneath stray shadows. Perfectly tanned, bronze skin glistened with slight sweat, glowing yellow beneath the lights of the cafe they had been in. An equally dark, few day old stubble darkened his chin. Dark, new tattoos peeked out from beneath his shirt and sleeves, running down his left arm like an elaborate snake of painted ink to encircle his SPQR tattoo.
But despite all his faults and evils, Thalia could not but be attracted to the Dark god like a moth to a flame, her heart fluttering whenever he was close by, her muscles tensing whenever he laid his eyes on her. She chastised herself for acting like a lovestruck little schoolgirl, but found herself unable to tear away her gaze from his unflinching scrutiny.
She jerked herself back to the present, and found herself asking a question. "Aren't you going to ask what I'm doing here, Jackson?"
He shrugged, "Doesn't matter, I've got used to practically everyone violating my non-existent privacy at this point, so... no."
She stared at him, idly twirling a strand of her silky black hair in her hands. "Everyone? Like... who?"
Thalia observed that she sucked ass at the innocent act that Calypso and Hestia could manage to pull off so effortlessly.
Percy stared back at her over his shoulder with bored eyes, not even bothering to say anything at that point.
She ignored the blood rushing to colour her pale cheeks bright red as she followed him inside his room.
Thalia took a moment to look around his room, noting that it had vastly changed from the last time she had been here... after the incident. The only features that remained the same were all the CR7, Sabaton and Jurassic Park and World merchandise that remained... well, practically everywhere. The wall of the room opposite his bed also had barely changed- the massive hundred-inch curved television screen reminiscent of a small home theatre remained unchanged, the high-quality audio set-up also remained unchanged. Connected to it were his massive, multi-thousand dollar split-screen gaming PC and innumerable consoles. Beneath all that, spanning two feet by fifteen feet, was an enormous gaming shelf that had impossibly increased from the few thousand video games that he already had to include a few thousand more.
How did he get enough time to play all those games- Percy's game records said that he was online at least ten hours a day- after everything that went on in Ogygia? As every gamer would agree- it was a secret known only to the true, prolific gamers.
She stared blankly at the game consoles, vaguely aware of Percy locking the door behind him.
"Find something interesting? I know, I collected them after all." He moved forward to sift through the games.
She noticed that he had changed, and had opted to go shirtless, as he often did. The habit had been dropped for a few months after Annabeth's death, but now, his gorgeous body was revealed to everyone once again.
Personally, Thalia thought that the tattoos covering almost every inch of his skin made him look every bit more delicious. The silver and bronze and a single gold dog tags jingled together on a small silver chain around his neck.
She vaguely noticed him talking excitedly about Mine... art, or something as he loaded on everything, but she could not care less.
Oh, had she known how appalled and turned off Percy, Rose, Violet, Ruby and Nyx would be -along with every single respectable person on the planet- when they learnt of her slight against the holiest of holies. Luckily for her, Percy was too engrossed in the two-bit figures moving about the screen to notice anything else.
She ignored his offhand comments and the game he was engrossed in, instead concentrating on what was to her, much more important.
His tanned, golden bronze skin glistened with sweat as he gestured and explained intangible things to her, his toned muscles flexing and rippling as he swayed slightly in his spot, his fingers tapping away at his controller. Thalia's eyes wandered over his chest, over his tattoos, his smooth collarbones, and she fancied that she could see his heartbeat through his ribs and muscles.
She was jerked out of her pleasant reverie of ogling her shirtless crush sitting just a few inches away from her hands, by a controller flying through the air and slamming into the television screen, which was, luckily, reinforced. Percy jumped out of the bed, and shut the screen off, his face red. Blood vessels popped on his forehead as he screamed and ranted incoherently, kicking the reinforced gaming shelf.
Thalia just stared at the fit, slightly scared as she did not know what to do.
She felt her muscles tense as Percy's sharp gaze finally met hers, and the daughter of Zeus just sat there, paralyzed on his bed.
"Oh, you're still here." Percy huffed, seemingly unaware of her wandering eyes as she butchered his privacy, taking delight in slowly, mentally undressing him.
She was two hundred percent sure that the Dark god before her was even better than his pics made him out to be.
"Wh-what happened?" She stuttered out, scooting back on the bed.
Percy growled deep in his throat as he stalked towards her, like a tiger hunting prey. His toned, solid muscles, each carved from what seemed like iron, flexed and tensed like a predator ready to ambush, a dark smirk playing across his blood-red lips. "You wouldn't get it, princess."
Thalia whimpered at his words, his deep, husky voice sending shivers down her spine. She tried to ignore her clit tingling in arousal and pleasure, in denial that a voice could make her so aroused.
Of course, it was only aided by his choice of words.
Thalia hated being called princess. Even Annabeth had got a beatdown and an electric shock when she accidentally called her 'princess', after a particularly nasty week of prank wars.
The only one who could ever get away with calling her princess was Percy, because when he said it, accompanied by a... certain woman melting tone that came as naturally to him as hunting to Artemis, Thalia would inevitably get flustered, with red cheeks and hot ears.
It was this discovery that led to the prank wars week in the first place.
"I find myself in need of some... stress relief after that fucking shitty noob spoiled my mood." His voice did not relent on the dripping lust and sexiness, and Thalia vehemently denied how she shivered, or the goosebumps that ran up her smooth, pale skin.
"Wh-what are you doing, Jackson?" She stuttered as he moved onto the bed on all fours, predatorily stalking towards her. She scooted further back, cursing as her back hit the headboard. Her electric blue eyes snapped back to the Dark god in front of her, and her cheeks heated impossibly as she was face to face with her crush.
His dark eyes clouded over with lust, flickered towards her soft, full pink lips as he smirked devilishly. She could feel his warm breath on her skin, the musky scent of his perfume overwhelming her senses and overriding her mental capabilities.
And before she knew what was happening, Percy had plunged to pin her to the bed, staring hungrily at her as the demigoddess struggled futilely beneath him.
He growled again at her struggling. "I think you know very well what I'm going to do, princess."
The punk stopped her struggling, opting instead to stare into Percy's dark sea-green eyes with wide electric blues.
Percy cooed softly. "You know you want to."
"Do I want to?" Thalia repeated, not comprehending his question.
"Yeah, do you want to?"
She smirked at him, "Fuck yeah, I want to."
Her slender arms wrapped around his neck, holding him as close to her as possible as Thalia mashed her lips onto his hungrily.
Percy expected her to be sloppy at best, and his eyes widened at her skill. He almost felt like... he was kissing Annabeth again.
Thalia continued to explore his lips just like Annabeth had done when she had been alive, hitting every single sensitive spot that the two of them had discovered.
Percy could not help but melt in her arms as his strength yielded, making his shirtless body crash onto Thalia's smaller frame, but she did not relent the searing, experienced kiss that could only be shared between the most experienced of lovers.
Finally, when he was unable to take her expertise anymore after months of abstinence, he broke away, panting heavily, a thin glistening strand of saliva connecting their swollen lips. Staring at the blushing daughter of Zeus, it was the only thing he could do to croak out, "How?"
Thalia smirked at his expression, her lips curling to reveal her perfect teeth, though the blush did not recede.
"I've been practising." She said, simply.
Percy's expression changed to mirror her grin. "Then this night just got a lot better."
And just like that, her confidence disappeared, replaced by nervous fidgeting as she squirmed under his scrutinizing gaze.
The Dark god did not care, as he leaned back, straddling Thalia's hips as he unbuttoned his shorts. Determined to give her a proper view, he arched his back slightly, accentuating all his flexing abs and toned, strong muscles. His rippling, chiselled chest and indeed, his entire upper body was covered with tattoos, all seemingly alive on his slightly glistening, golden skin. Feeling Thalia's unwavering gaze on him as the lustful heat from her core grew, he grinned, deciding to tease her a bit more.
Leaving the button of his shorts undone, he looked back at the demigoddess beneath him, allowing his dark sea-green eyes to wander and roam without shame.
"Your turn, little princess." His voice husky, he growled out towards her.
The cute, embarrassed blush heating her pink-tinged cheeks kicked up a notch at his words, and she looked away with half-lidded eyes clouded over with lust. Refusing to look back at him, she nervously chewed on her lower lip as her fingers absentmindedly twirled a strand of her silky black hair.
Percy stifled a growl at her disobedience, before smirking. "Fine, I'll have to do it myself, then."
Her electrifying blue eyes went wide as she whipped her head back to look at him, but before she could protest, the words died in her throat, as a primal moan of sheer, unadulterated bliss tore itself from her throat.
Percy touched and groped her clothed breasts without shame, utilizing all his hard-acquired skills to massage the soft globes of sensitive flesh on her chest. His rough hands groped her tits aggressively even through the layers of fabric separating her smooth, milky skin from his calloused hands, unrelenting and unforgiving in their touch as he left a burning trail of lust in his wake. His fingers expertly manoeuvred to discern her sensitive nipple, and he rubbed and pinched her nub as well as he could. Despite the tight bra she wore, he managed to play with her sinful, perfect boobs, weighing them in his palms before jiggling them playfully to feel her flesh. Needless to say, she did not disappoint.
Thalia did not even notice when the clothes protecting her upper half from his wandering hands disappeared, allowing him to touch her cool, yet warm, skin directly with his rough, strong hands.
It was all she could do to stop herself from screaming as she orgasmed. Hot tears of humiliation welled up in her eyes as she bit down on her hand to stifle the pitiful, submissive sounds she was making, to resist his melting touch as long as she could. Her back arched as she tried to stop the ecstasy overloading her mind and frying her nerves, unwittingly allowing Percy better access to her chest, throwing her head back in bliss. Luscious thighs ground together, slightly hampered by the cloth separating her smooth, soft skin, but she could not care less as she felt the heat between her legs grow impossibly. Her hips snapped up towards Percy's, feeling his weight as he straddled her, exploring her erotic tits with all the eagerness of a hormonal teenager, but with the skill of a sex god. She felt slight drool escape her lips, dribbling down her chin, leaving a trail of coldness to contrast Percy's burning touch. His rough hands moulded to her skin, his rough touch pleasuring every single nerve in her body.
Thalia felt burning humiliation when she felt her soaked panties, still in denial about how easily Percy had made her orgasm.
Her slender arms still wrapped around his neck as she panted, gazing deeply into his mysterious dark eyes.
"Percy..." Thalia bit her lip, apprehensive of his answer.
"What happened?" He asked softly.
"Please be rough with me. I want to feel you, to feel your love and your pain."
If he was surprised by her words, he did a good job of hiding it, she thought, as Percy grinned, leaning in for another kiss.
"I wouldn't have had it any other way." He whispered softly against her lips, making her shiver at his deep, husky voice.
"I love you." Thalia finally admitted her feelings, more to herself than Percy, as she watched him gently remove the last shreds of her shirt from her upper body, leaving her bare.
"I love you, too." She had never felt more beautiful than when Percy laid his gaze on her bare body, his attention on her, captivated by her beauty. If Thalia had not been as vain as Drew, she sure as hell was now.
Percy gently removed her clothes, letting her enjoy his gentle caresses that was as much a part of BDSM as the other parts.
Gently stroking her slim, toned stomach to enjoy the feel of her shivering beneath his touch, the Dark god gently tugged her jeans off. Thalia held her long, toned legs up so that Percy could slide off the tight fabric with greater ease, and he complies, dumping it on the floor. His rough hands stroked the sensitive skin of her exposed thighs, enjoying the feeling of her smooth, milky skin.
Finally not being able to keep pace with his slow teasing anymore, Thalia made a cute impatient noise as she tried to tug off her soaked panties.
Percy growled, despite a smirk tugging at his lips as he watched her struggle. His eyes followed her hypnotic breasts, enjoying their gentle swaying as she wriggled free of her black silk panties. Despite the fact that her bra was a few shreds of black silk on the floor right then, her boobs were firm and perfectly round, hugging her chest tightly. They were not of the most impressive size he had come across on the island, but they were much firmer and better than most of the women, mortal or immortal, in the world.
His large, rough hand enclosed around her smaller wrist, to stop her from touching herself. Electric blue eyes flicked up to look at his smirk, visible frustration swimming in her cute, desperate expression.
"Percy-" She whined, snapping her hips at him with increasing desperation, kicking off her panties so that she lay bare on the bed, completely exposed to his wandering eyes.
"Stop." Percy's command was spoken in a deep, husky voice with an aggressive edge, and the rebellious punk fall silent, as her struggles ceased, despite the small tremors running through her body, or the whimpers and mewls building up in the back of her throat.
"That's better, little princess." He gently placed her wrists above her head, summoning a pair of little fluffy black handcuffs to handcuff her slender wrists together, on the massive mass of pillows above her head. Her breath hitched when she felt the cool metal of the handcuffs close around her wrist, contrasting the warmth of the fluffy covering. "I'm gonna be rougher with you than usual, Thalia. If you ever want me to stop, remember- Fortnite's the safe word. Hopefully, it will turn me off enough to stop."
He smirked at his own joke, ignoring the little tremor that went through her body at his words. Thalia bit her lip, her wary electric blue eyes observing him closely with barely contained anticipation. Remembering his order, she stayed silent, trying to contain the moans threatening to escape her lips as he gently caressed her sensitive inner arms.
His rough fingers, gently trailed at a slow, torturous pace as he traced her slender arms, tickling her smooth armpits for a moment before running along her pink-tinged shoulders. He did not touch her heaving breasts, merely content with tracing her tits, running his finger along her cleavage, tickling the sensitive underside of her boobs, before gently drawing small patterns on her pale, milky skin. He traced the slender muscles on her toned stomach, before leaning down to softly kiss her belly button, and rub his warm face on her smooth, exposed stomach.
Thalia barely stopped the whimper at his torturous actions. "That's what you call being rough? Seems like I came to the wrong person."
Percy ignored her.
It was impossible to miss the obvious suggestions of what he was doing to her body. Her eyes glistened with slight tears, her lips trembled and her sweet voice wavered. Her muscles tensed and relaxed in anticipation under his touch, and despite her best efforts to give nothing away, her body quaked, shivered and trembled under his exploring fingers. Goosebumps sprang up her smooth, milky skin.
And all that, was discounting the rapidly growing damp, dark patch on the bedsheets or her glistening thighs and tight, pink pussy.
"What do you want me to do, princess?" He asked softly, continuing to touch and draw abstract patterns on her stomach.
Thalia blushed, looking away. "Y-you know."
Her thighs trembled when Percy finally ventured southward, gently tracing her abdomen. "I want to hear it from you."
"P-please to-touch m-me M-Mas-Master." Her cheeks were inflamed, her face resembling an open bucket of red paint. She would have said further, but her voice failed her, and she resigned herself to embarrassed mortification as she meekly stared at Percy to discern his reaction.
If he was surprised, he gave no sign as the Dark god lightly hummed in agreement.
Finally, he looked up at the embarrassed demigoddess with a slight smile on his face. "Now that was not so hard, was it? Good girl."
His rough hands came to a rest on the sensitive inside of her smooth thighs, slick and glistening with her sweet, warm nectar as he spread her thighs.
Thalia's breath hitched as Percy leaned down, and she subtly thrust her hips forward, eager for what was to come.
Percy was cruel, that was what she thought when he pulled away again, leaving her wet and hanging.
She looked at him with a cute expression of frustration, with furrowed eyebrows and teary eyes, mentally cursing the handcuffs that restrained her arms.
She stayed silent, however, remembering that she was not to speak unless he allowed her to.
"I just remembered that I'm overdressed for the occasion, so let me just get the shorts off, princess." He hooked his thumbs into his shorts and boxers, pulling them down a few centimetres to reveal a little bit more of his golden skin, taking care to keep the main thing out of her sight. "That is, unless you want me to keep the shorts on?"
Thalia chewed on her lower lip, her electric blue eyes hazy with lust as she vehemently shook her head- no, she had no problem with him taking off his shorts.
"I can't hear you." Percy teased, quashing down the feeling of being another Starscream with that statement.
"I want to see you naked, sir," Thalia spoke out through gritted teeth, aching to wipe the teasing smile off his face and make him eat her pussy. Burying down her annoyance at Percy's smugness, she concentrated on what was more important.
Most of the people in Camp Half-Blood, and even Camp Jupiter and the Hunters knew of Percy's massive meat courtesy of several pictures and dildos auctioned off by a certain love goddess and her children. But Thalia would be the only one- well, one of the only ones- to see it up close.
Percy noticed the eagerness with which the lieutenant of the Hunt was looking at his crotch, and grinned.
"What are the chances that I have changed my mind and don't want to undress?" He pondered aloud, enjoying the silent groan that Thalia gave. "What say you, princess?"
"Please stop teasing me, sir." She begged, and he noted that she did not even stutter or blush this time, instead saying sir the same way she said, Jackson.
"Alright, that's reasonable enough... I think." Percy's grin did not recede a bit as he resumed his spot between her thighs. "Now, princess, lie back and enjoy."
And with those few words of warning, he went down on her.
Percy's lips immediately found her clit, wrapping around the sensitive nub of flesh as his rough chin teased her wet slit. His eyes sought out Thalia's lithe, struggling frame as he gently sucked on her clit, enjoying the sweet taste of her warm nectar that flooded his mouth. He gently licked her slit with his rough tongue, before again concentrating on her clit, gently grazing her flesh with his teeth.
Giving a gentle, loving parting kiss to the wet bundle of nerves glistening with his saliva, he concentrated on her sweltering, hot and throbbing, pussy.
His tongue went to work of its own accord, after years of munching pussy, only aided by Percy's eagerness as he buried his face into her dripping snatch. The velvety slab of muscle immediately parted her puffy, fat lips to attack her smooth, silky cunt, lapping up her sweet, warm juices with vigour as he tried to get in as deep as he could. His tongue writhed around like a snake as he tasted Thalia's sweetness, eagerly hitting every sensitive spot and lubing up her nice and tight pussy, already soaking wet, pussy in preparation of what was to come.
For her part, the daughter of Zeus had managed to surprise Percy with her tenacity, as, despite the truckloads of bliss and pleasure assaulting her body, she maintained control of her limbs and mouth, trying her best not to give away her eagerness, and rapidly impending climax.
Her trembling, glistening milky thighs were spread to allow Percy's head to nestle against her crotch, and she was the first one not to wrap her long, slender legs around his head. Out of sheer willpower to spite him, or because of Percy's rough hands strongly holding her thighs in place, he did not know.
Her arms were still held above her head, handcuffed together as she thrashed, throwing her head from side to side and biting down on her arm to stop herself from screaming out in ecstasy. Her stomach muscles tensed and clenched as she tried to hold off the rapidly approaching orgasm, or the urge to snap her hips into Percy's face, to hump him and get more of the mind-numbing, sheer intoxicating pleasure. Tears streamed down her cheeks, staining her beautiful face as she sobbed in humiliation, not being able to take the bliss overwhelming her mind, yet reluctant to part with.
Finally, she felt herself cross the edge, and felt torn between amazement at how quick he could make her come, or disappointment at how easily she had come.
All bonds, and every dreg of the monumental self-restraint and willpower that Thalia possessed, was lost as she cried out in lustful abandon, announcing her pleasure to the world as her back arched in a toe-curling climax, the hardest and quickest she had yet, thanks to her virile lover's skilful ministrations.
Thalia's scream met a lewd grin on Percy's face buried in her cunt as she sprayed her orgasmic juices all over Percy's lips and chin. He eagerly lapped it up, making her writhe in pleasure as he continued to eat her out through her orgasm, making her spine tingle as he swallowed her ample nectar with loud, audible gulps.
After her mind-shattering climax had somewhat subsided, Percy continued to lick her clean, attending to her slick thighs and glistening cunt with loving tenderness that made Thalia squirm.
With another parting, lingering suck on her clit, Percy looked up at her. He propped himself up on his elbows above her, moving forward so that his abs and clothed lower half could press against her wet lower half.
The daughter of Zeus had never felt more exposed than when he roamed every curve of her sinful body with dark eyes. She wanted to bring down her arms to cover her chest which formed an obscene, soft and erotic pillow on her chest, gently brushing Percy's naked, toned chest with her sensitive, smooth skin and erect, rosy nipples.
"Naughty girl. Why did you disobey my orders?" He grinned down at her furiously blushing face. "I think you need to be properly punished."
Thalia remained quiet, meekly staring at the tattoos covering his broad back, unable to meet his eyes as he moved away.
"You may talk," Percy spoke softly as he rummaged through the cupboards, searching for something.
"What are you going to do?" She asked softly, nervous yet excited.
"Wouldn't you like to know, princess." Percy grinned, though it was invisible to her. "Now, close your eyes."
The submissive daughter of Zeus complied, closing her eyes with a pink blush dusting her cheeks, her clit throbbing with painful anticipation.
"Ouch." She winced as she felt a sharp prick on her finger. Percy's rough, calloused palms wrapped around her soft, smooth arms and lifted both her handcuffed arms.
Unsure of whether she was allowed to open her eyes, she continued to guess, feeling Percy lick her finger, sucking it into his wet, warm velvety mouth.
Her confusion did not last long, however, as she felt the cold, sharp tip of a knife trail against her soft lips. Her breath hitched and her eyes flew open to see Percy lightly trail a glinting silver knife along her full, pink lips. Her finger, which she believed had been pricked with the same knife, was still in his mouth as he attended to her lips. Not wanting to cause any accidents to herself, Thalia stayed silent, despite her fear and- she was still denying it- excitement.
Suddenly, in a sharp movement that made her flinch, Percy twirled the knife in his hands, presenting the shiny flat surface to Thalia's eyes to act as a mirror. Her electric blue eyes immediately sought out her lips in the reflection, only to see blood red, where had been pink. It made her look like she was wearing some expensive, Ruby red lipstick, like the ones Aphrodite wore.
"W-What are you doing, Percy?" She asked, her lips trembling.
He did not bother to look at her, as he finally let go of the finger he had been sucking on, instead licking up her red, mortal blood off the knife as he continued to gaze at her naked body. She did not like it one bit. "Remember, the safe word is Fortnite."
And with that, he flipped her with minimal effort, making it look like she did not weigh anything. She felt his hand thread itself in her silky black hair, his strong fingers digging into her scalp as he pushed her face into his pillow to muffle her screams.
This had the unintended effect of pushing the Hunter's face directly into his pillow, the place where his scent was strongest. Thalia's sensitive nose was assaulted by a fragrance that she could get addicted to, a musky scent with the slightest hint of ambrosia or nectar, carrying a lingering tinge of slight sweat and sex. Mixed with that were other scents she recognized, Hestia's smoky fragrance, Calypso's floral, and Asteria's fresh tropical scent.
She whimpered slightly as she sniffed the strong fragrance, relishing in the dominant smell of her virile, Dark lover.
Her entire body stiffened, her muscles tensing as she felt him touch her again. Her breath hitched, as more juices leaked from her exposed cunt.
She could see why so many people were so into it. Despite the fact that she knew Percy had a knife, she allowed him to touch her, not only that, but was also excited at the prospective.
The Dark god gently trailed his knife along her spine carefully, careful to stimulate her with the barest minimum, still relearning the ropes of knife play.
He loved the way she reacted to the knife's cool touch, arching her back to get away from it, instead jutting up her waist and presenting him with her juicy ass in doggy style.
He replaced the knife with his finger, and could feel her tense again beneath his touch.
He grinned in sadistic pleasure at seeing his submissive squirm, and with a flash, pricked her soft shoulder.
Thalia gasped at the sudden, unexpected sting, but it was replaced the very next moment, gone in a flash, so fast that she was not sure if it was her brain playing tricks on her.
Percy watched the single drop of blood well up on her pale, milky skin like a dark ruby, before he lapped it away. He heard Thalia sigh in content as his warm, soft lips and wet mouth replaced the knife's sharp edge.
He watched the cute lieutenant of the Hunt try not to squirm on his bed, her hands still handcuffed over her head as she exposed her backside to him.
After giving her a brief moment to cope with his sudden attack, Percy decided to continue. His fingers, deft and experienced with years of wielding knives, on enemies and lovers alike, moved with a mind of their own, making precise pricks just where he knew would pleasure her the most, occasionally just softly tracing her smooth skin, and gentle curves.
He knew what he was doing, and his mind just worked to keep the original design he had started with, intact.
He was rewarded well for his painstaking efforts to carefully touch the daughter of Zeus. It was just like tattooing, pricking one's skin with something sharp. Just this time, the body and mind were painted with lust, and cleaned with love.
The soothing touch of gentle kisses and soft lips followed the painful, aggressive touch of the knife's cool, sharp blade, as Percy licked away the blood and pain before they had a chance to manifest. He was a professional, skillfully drawing on Thalia's back with the knife, never concentrating on one region for more than a fleeting moment, constantly keeping her on her toes, but never hurting her.
Occasional stray cuts on her limbs and gentle caresses of her soft hair, helped Thalia when the painful pleasure became too much.
Being pricked constantly by a sharp knife wielded by your lover, shouldn't have felt so good. But, thanks to some obscene, twisted play of fate, it felt better than anything sexual or otherwise, that Thalia had ever experienced.
Every time the knife disappeared from her skin, Thalia tried to guess where he would touch her next, but every time, she would get it wrong. And every time, her toes would curl and her back would arch as she felt the now familiar sting return. Perhaps it was her lightheadedness from the intoxicating fragrance from Percy's pillow, or the unpredictability that ran in the blood of the sons of the sea, Thalia did not know, nor did she care.
Hearing her light sobs and whimpers, Percy finally stopped, glancing over her to see that she was indeed alright. The large, dark patch of sweet-smelling nectar that stained the bedsheets between her legs was a dead giveaway of what she really felt, as he turned to look at his handiwork.
Thalia's back rose and fell in heavy breaths and pants as she breathed heavily. Several red dots marked her otherwise pale, smooth back, despite not a drop of blood being visible on her back. The pinpricks spelt out, 'Property of Percy Jackson'. A few cuts were visible on her sensitive, soft thighs and arms, as well as her slim, creamy waist.
Snapping his fingers, Percy summoned a cube of ambrosia, gently smiling at the silently sobbing demigoddess, crushing the godly food in his arms in preparation for a gentle massage.
"How did it feel, princess?" His voice was soft, not giving anything away about his sadistic desires.
Thalia continued to hiccup and sob slightly as she tried her best to answer. "It-It hurt so much, but it was a good hurt. I don't know how being cut could feel so good, but-but-"
Percy leaned down to gently kiss the back of her neck, as his calloused hands met her inflamed skin in preparation for a gentle massage for his beautiful submissive. His hands glided over her skin as he thoroughly rubbed in the godly food, watching in wonder as her wounds sealed back up immediately, leaving only a beautiful cursive on her back, that looked like it had been tattooed on her back. 'Property of Percy Jackson'- Percy made a mental note to actually get her a tattoo like that someday.
"Now, princess, are you ready for the main course?" Percy asked softly, moving back from the bed to drop his shorts. Seeing Thalia perk up at the sound of fabric hitting the floor, he tutted. "Stay like you are, princess."
Growling at her disobedience as she continued to struggle, to try to twist and catch a glimpse of his cock, he roughly took hold of a bundle of her hair, shoving her face deep into his pillow. His muscles flexed as a grin twisted his delicious lips, as he watched her futilely struggle against him as her air supply was cut off.
After holding her like that for a few seconds, he relented. "Don't be naughty, princess, or I'll have to punish you."
His voice was like aphrodisiac to the daughter of Zeus, who whimpered quietly, and buried her face into the pillow, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps. The scent in her nostrils made her wonder whether he had actually put it in his pillow, but then scoffed. The musky scent of the sea, and the sharp, unidentifiable scent of the Dark god which immediately screamed danger, was quite a familiar one for her.
Her breath hitched as she finally felt his hands move back to her ass, rough calloused palms massaging and kneading her soft flesh and smooth, creamy skin. She bit back down a whimper, and bit down on the pillow in an effort to muffle her moans as he went to town on her juicy ass, toned through years of hunting and sprinting through jungles. His rough hands were unforgiving and harsh on her soft behind, his fingers sinking into her flesh as she felt his fingers probe and travel up her ass, occasionally dipping down to briefly ghost across her throbbing, aching and wet, needy cunt lips.
Tears welled up in her eyes at his slow, sensuous torture, but Thalia refused to yield.
Suddenly, she saw a shadow cast across her body, and felt Percy lean over her. Her muscles tensed in anticipation, only to relax involuntarily at his gentle touch.
It was all a game, Thalia observed, as Percy played with her body. Her muscles tensed whenever she anticipated anything, only to relax with a single gentle touch. No matter how much she screamed at her body and mind to remain alert, it was in vain as rough slaps and harsh, shameless gropes made her whimper and moan, coming when she least expected it, always unpredictable.
In fact, amidst the torturous sensations of overwhelming bliss that was frying all her senses, Thalia missed the rough, strong hand that had firmly pinned down her handcuffed hands above her head.
The daughter of Zeus screamed in pain and pleasure as her legs kicked out, the pillow dropping from her open mouth, wet with a mixture of saliva and tears. Her toes curled as she arched her back, throwing her head back and pressing herself as close to Percy as she finally orgasmed, the second time of the night.
His cock nestled deep in her insides, pressing against the back of her womb, warm and throbbing with every heartbeat. Percy's toned, lean body glistened with slight sweat as he leaned above her, his chest heaving as he panted. Her puffy pussy lips hungrily swallowed his meat, stretched wide, almost on the brink of splitting her in half as a prominent bulge formed on Thalia's stomach, replicating the shape of his monstrous cock on her otherwise toned stomach.
But beyond the scream signalling her explosive release, Percy was surprised to see no reaction from Thalia apart from her soft moaning and whimpering. No, rather, he was astounded by how easily her pussy was stretched in anticipation, perfectly moulding itself to his cock with all the skill expected of Aphrodite's blood. But most of all, he was surprised at the supposedly virgin lieutenant of the Hunters of Artemis' lack of a hymen.
He leaned down, a lecherous grin on his face as he pressed his lips to her ear, making her shiver and go quiet. "Seems like the virgin Huntress is not so virgin after all, princess."
He relished in seeing the blood rush to her face, before continuing in a low, predatory voice that made her tremble and throb with need, "I must admit my surprise. Have you been practising this, too? With a dildo- the Percy Jackson dildo to be precise? Or a knife- those are easier to come by."
"Oh, how arrogant I am being. Perhaps, someone else? Someone... special?" He pondered on it for a few moments. "Luke? Nah, you were too young... a Huntress, then? Or perhaps a Camper? Nico? Nah, he's gay. Hmm, who could it possibly be?"
He laughed, before his free hand encircled her throat. "Tell me, princess."
"A-Annabeth."
Percy's brain short-circuited for a moment, as he blinked dumbly. "I'm sure I misheard you. My mind must be playing tricks on me, would you mind repeating that again, princess?"
"It was Annabeth, sir." She refused to meet his eyes, despite the fact that he had twisted her head so that she would look at him. Her electric blue eyes darted from left to right, refusing to meet his piercing dark green eyes.
"Don't drag her into this."
She finally looked into his eyes, annoyance brimming in her eyes. "I'm telling you, it was Annabeth!... Sir." She added as an afterthought, scared of whatever blissful punishment he would dish out next.
"I don't get it." He still continued to stare at her dumbly, Thalia's impatient grinding and his cock throbbing in her womb forgotten.
"Remember the time you and Artemis went out for a month to scout monster bases all over the country and follow Lester?"
He nodded. Yeah, he did remember that month, mainly because he was having too much fun flirting with Artemis and watching her blush and stutter as she tried to, what was in her mind, discreetly ogle his body.
"Yeah, Annabeth came to me... like a week in, telling me that I will be your second harem member, she being the first. And then she started teaching me everything she knew about your body and what you like. You don't know how awkward that was!" She ranted, finally getting off the secret that she had been hiding for months, glancing at Percy while he flirted with and kissed Annabeth. All the nights she had spent alone listening to them going at it for hours in their tent, while she rode her special Percy Jackson dildo in her tent. No, seriously, the sounds of the two going at it like rabbits echoed through the Camp at night, and every single Hunter was given a first-row ticket to their passionate coupling.
She watched as Percy shook his head, as if to get the cobwebs clear of his mind. "Fuck, thanks for planting that image in my head. I think I've just had a new core memory, watching Annabeth teach you about me. Why couldn't I be there? Damn."
He grinned at her, smirking. "So, how many people have you slept with, Thals?"
He accentuated it with a thrust that sent him as deep as he could go, slamming against the very back of her womb and making her arch her back as another wave of mind-numbing pleasure washed over her. He mildly noticed that despite all the 'training' that she had, Thalia could not take the last two inches of his cock, a fact that made him sigh in slight disappointment.
Thalia whimpered as blood rushed back to her face, her hips wriggling as she tried to grind against Percy, cursing his teasing. "Wh-why d-did yo-you stop, sir?"
"You didn't answer my question yet, princess." His growl sent shivers down her spine.
"On-only Annabeth, sir." She spoke quietly, refusing to meet his eyes.
Thalia yelped when her face was unceremoniously shoved back into his pillow. Seeing her struggle, Percy growled, a deep, rumbling noise that made her fall silent as juices leaked from her pulsing pussy, spasming around his cock.
Percy pulled out, making her whine slightly as she felt a gaping emptiness in her stretched cunt, that his thick meat had once occupied. "What are you doing, sir?"
"Did I give you permission to speak, princess?"
"No, sir. I'm sorry, sir." She was really getting into this talk.
"Good girl. Now sit still and enjoy."
Before she had a chance to ask what he was referring to, Thalia screamed again. Her back arched as her toes curled in pleasure, as Percy bottomed out again.
This time in her virgin asshole.
The god groaned, hiding his face in her silky black hair as he hilted himself inside her, breathing in her ozone and pine scent, as his cock throbbed in her unbelievably tight, pulsing behind. Thalia's erotic moans and whimpers as she came down from her sudden lust induced high were music to his ears.
Thalia felt herself pant against the pillow, breathing heavily as she felt her virile lover's monster cock in her ass, rearranging her organs with all the grace of a rampaging rhino. Her behind felt uncomfortable with such a massive piece of iron-hard meat stretching her to the max, and she felt like she was losing her virginity all over again. Her lower half felt like she was splitting in half, her pussy lips pulsing and throbbing in lustful need. She felt the head of his cock, warm and throbbing, in her intestines, and heard her heart beating against her ribs.
And then, Percy began to move.
He moved back his hips so that only his tip, as large as her fist, was inside, and then slammed all of his thirteen inches, back in.
His hips thundered against her ass as he moved at an ungodly, burning pace that betrayed his barely restrained lustful urges as he finally fucked Thalia. Setting up an unrelenting, almost violent pace as he fucked the whimpering demigoddess doggy style, Percy's eyes roamed her gorgeous form. The musky smell of sex hung thick in the air, the sound of skin slapping on skin echoing through the room.
The Dark god watched as Thalia clawed at the bedsheets, trying to prevent herself from floating off the bed from sheer ecstasy. A slight sheen of sweat covered her glistening, milky skin, her shoulders tinged pink. Her toned ass was slowly turning red, her milky skin abused by his rampaging hips as he rearranged her organs. His balls slapped against her clit with every thrust, covered with her orgasmic juices as she climaxed every few minutes from his violent fucking.
Thalia was not sure if she was in Elysium, or the Fields of Punishment. The pain from having Percy's thick cock in her tight virgin asshole made her uncomfortable, accompanied by the sting on her abused ass and clit from being constantly slapped.
However, all that was overshadowed by toe-curling, mind-numbing and nerve frying bliss, burning ecstasy that made her question her sanity. Every time she tried to comprehend a wave of pleasure washing over her body, the effects of five more were piled on her, to the point that Thalia abandoned her futile attempts to retain her sanity, and give in to the endless sea of pleasure she was swimming in.
Her eyes rolled back into her head, her tongue lolled out of her mouth and making her look like the mindless, dumb cockslut that Percy had fucked her into. The normally rebellious, punk daughter of Zeus had long ago given up any effort to resist him, merely content with the repeated orgasms that he was treating her to, only wanting more of him, his burning touch and his throbbing cock. Hot tears of lustful humiliation rolled down her cheeks, joining the drool escaping her glistening pink lips as they stained her chin.
Percy threw his head back as he felt himself near his orgasm, surprisingly sooner than he had estimated. Her ass was simply too delicious a fruit, her velvet walls pulsing around his cock as he continued to fuck her, his pace increasing unbelievably. Her wet, warm flesh sucked him in and refused to let go, and Percy could only be glad for the ample lubrication her pussy had provided him with.
Clenching his abs as he tried to fight off his impending orgasm, Percy prepared for the home stretch.
Grabbing a firm hold of her throat in his left hand, he made her lift her head, arching her back further to accentuate her ass further. She screamed out in wanton lust and overwhelming pleasure, no longer muffled by his- now soaked- pillow, staring up at the heavens as she neared another toe-curling climax.
His right hand sought out her heaving tits, groping her massive chest with all the eagerness and skill that his pleasure addled mind could muster. His fingers probed and groped her cloudy flesh without shame, squeezing so tightly that his strong fingers dug into her soft flesh, pinching and tweaking her rosy nipples.
He leaned down, nibbling and sucking along her shoulder and neck in a gentle gesture, that completely contrasted the harshness of his wandering fingers, or the thunderous pace of his hips.
The last thought that Percy's brain could muster before he lost himself in the dark clutches of a mind-blowing orgasm, was, 'Let's give her the tattoo now.'
His right hand still occupied with her sizeable chest, he brought his left to lay it on Thalia's red, undoubtedly sore, ass.
He howled when his orgasm hit, a familiar churning in his balls as he emptied his load in her stomach.
And he activated his power, channelling it through his left hand to leave a permanent tattoo on her ass.
Thalia screamed, thrashing around in equal parts pain and overwhelming pleasure, her mind a white haze thanks to the myriad of sensations assaulting her body and mind. Her cunt spasmed in the strongest orgasm she had yet, warmth blooming in her stomach as she felt Percy climax finally, after innumerable orgasms on her part. It was accompanied by immeasurable pain that somehow added to the orgasm's intensity- mind-numbing pain that blurred the lines between pain and pleasure, as she was permanently branded with Percy's symbol- Anaklusmos and Doomslayer crossed with a trident.
Rope after rope of thick, hot and fertile, cum was emptied in her stomach, enough to make a dozen mortal women pregnant a dozen times over, gallons and gallons of virile semen unloaded in her intestines and stomach. Thalia felt her stomach bloat beyond all recognition, the toned, slightly muscular and slim frame giving way to a horribly bloated stomach that made her look like she was nine months pregnant with triplets. The Dark god's cock felt like a firehose in her stomach, that continued to pump delicious liquid pleasure right into her stomach.
But Percy did not stop.
He brought out his still spurting cock, stroking it so he covered Thalia's delicious, red ass under a thick layer of white that made her pale skin look even paler.
Not done yet, he dropped her to the floor on her knees, emptying the last of his seed on her face and heaving tits, as his minute-long orgasm finally subsided.
Percy felt his dog tags- he had forgotten to take them off- stick to his glistening chest, his raven hair sticking to his face. He swept the black locks out of his face, looking down at the demigoddess, who was, surprisingly still conscious through her powerful orgasm.
Thalia's angelic face was buried under several layers of thick cum, a blissful, silly grin on her face, her bruised pink lips now white, having lost the red shade her blood had given. Her hot, wet tongue darted out to lick her lips clean, her hazy electric blue eyes widening at the taste. Cum trailed down her chin and slender neck to her heaving tits, trailing along her cleavage, and dripping from her erect nipples. The seed leaking from her ass formed a lewd puddle of juices on the floor around her crotch, mixing with the fluids leaking from her cunt. Luscious thighs pressed together to form an inviting, creamy pillow of flesh, the dark ink of her elaborate tattoo that covered her side, from her ribs to slim waist and delicious thigh, distorted thanks to her bloated stomach. Her newest tattoo on her left asscheek was visible from his height, making Percy grin.
Her bloated stomach, with thick seed slowly trickling down her pale skin, made her look like the lewd, slutty version of a pregnant mother.
"You look beautiful, princess."
His fingers curled in her black hair, slightly sticky with his semen and pulled her face to clean his cock.
Thalia eagerly attended to his cock, gently kissing his throbbing erection like a woman would kiss her lover, her small, velvet tongue darting to lick the remaining traces of seed from his meat, tasting herself on him. Her tastebuds sang praises as she peppered him with gentle kisses, gently nuzzling her messy face in his warm ballsack, before licking him clean. Her wet lips wrapped around his flesh, sucking slightly. Her lustful electric blue eyes looked up at him with reverence as she worshipped his cock and balls.
Looking down at the demigoddess sucking his cock clean, Percy could not help but grin.
It was going to a long night.
AN: Do you want a bonus chapter showing Thalia losing her virginity to Annabeth with a Percy Jackson dildo? And being taught by Annabeth about Percy's cock?
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