AN: You know the weird kinky stuff that I originally had planned? The body painting thing? Yeah, I don't know how to proceed. Okay, let's see how this turns out. I'll try my best, of course.
Time: That Night
Percy clasped Rachel's shoulders in his hands, gently massaging her soft skin as the door to his bedroom clicked shut behind him.
"Enjoy yourself, my muse?" His voice was soft, luring and tantalizing, making her gasp softly at the pleasurable shiver that ran through her body.
Her emerald eyes met dark sea green as the couple just stood there, breathing in each other, just enjoying the other's presence.
Her cheeks heated as she realised what she was doing, and Rachel hid her face in Percy's hoodie which she had borrowed sometime into the night, burying under layers of soft black fabric.
Percy laughed at her adorable expression, his arms finally pulling her close into a bear hug.
"We stayed out late, didn't we?" He asked, met with a low hum of agreement from his chest.
The Little Big Three had been flashed home by Poseidon a few minutes before their supposed bedtime, much to their protest, leaving the rest behind to enjoy their evening for a few minutes more.
Angela and Athena danced with Percy for half an hour more on the dance floor, to the gentle classical music that played 8ver the speakers, as the party died down and all the guests went home. Rachel rested by the tired and slightly drunk sea god and his wife, and had her first glass of expensive wine, already having had her turn dancing with the Dark god, merely content with seeing the wisdom goddess and her daughter dance with their master.
Poseidon and Amphitrite's departure marked the end of the ball for them, as Athena and Angela, too, returned to Ogygia, after hugging the other two and kissing Percy on the cheek.
Rachel had been fully prepared for Percy to flash them back, but it seemed like she had underestimated the Dark god, as he led her back out to his new Lamborghini. Having dressed Rachel in casual clothes with a snap of his fingers, they had proceeded to enjoy the bustling nightlife of Nowheresville, visiting casinos and sitting on benches in deserted parks, holding each other, stealing gentle kisses under the starry night sky and the rustling trees.
It was all that Rachel had ever dreamt of, and wanted in her ideal date.
It had been several hours past midnight when they had finally returned, after the entire house had gone quiet and dark, lost in the realm of Morpheus.
Percy had parked his newest addition to the garage, and Rachel had taken the opportunity to take a quick shower.
"Great." Percy's smile widened at the murmur from his chest, as he felt Rachel's soft lips brush his toned chest through the thin t-shirt that he wore.
She looked up at him, resting her chin on his sternum. "Take a shower, then meet me in my room. Don't keep me waiting."
She leaned up, her lips ghosting across his, before she pulled away, a teasing smirk plastered on her face, her emerald eyes shining with mirth at Percy's expression.
And before he had an opportunity to answer, she had pushed him aside and disappeared down the dark corridor, leaving Percy slack-jawed, his eyes still following the seductive sway of her hips as she sauntered away.
The Dark god felt a grin curl his lips, making him smirk at the Oracle's retreating back. "If that's how you want to play..."
The door clicked shut again, cutting off his view of the sexy little vixen.
Rachel stood in front of the staircase leading downstairs to the next floor, where the other bedrooms were, breathing heavily. Goosebumps ran up her skin as she felt his piercing eyes on her back, disappearing as soon as the almost inaudible click of the door reached her ears. Straining her senses, she tried to detect if Percy was approaching her in the darkness, but ultimately resigned herself to failure, knowing that her senses would never hold a candle even to the average demigod's.
Hell, even the Aphrodite children had better instinct! Although it could never be her fault in any way, Rachel still felt insecure, knowing that she was the only mortal in a house with twenty-five other immortal or semi-immortal beings, each of whom pulverized monsters as a light workout.
Breathing deeply again to calm her rapidly beating heart, she headed down the stairs, her bare feet inaudible against the marble.
Of course, if Rachel had had better senses, senses that only came from godly blood, she would have been able to see, or at least feel, all the different gazes directed at her from discreet, hidden locations around the building.
And thus it was, a few minutes later, that Percy found himself standing outside Rachel's room, all fresh out of the shower. His somewhat long hair still dripped water, and his skin was still cool and soft from the hot water, and a trail of steam followed him. He had bothered to wear neither a shirt nor a pair of shorts, confident that he would not need them for long.
So, why hassle?
Besides, it also gave the other girls hiding around the house an opportunity to ogle him as he strolled down the corridor clad only in boxers, with his dog tags jingling around his neck.
He tried to ignore the three pairs of eyes distinctly younger than anybody else in the house eagerly following him.
The knock rang through the deserted corridor, making Percy wince slightly as it came out much louder than he had intended.
As he waited, his heart beating rapidly against his chest, Percy's fingers found his dog tags, playing with the cool, comforting metal as he leaned against the tasteful, polished wooden door.
He tried to ignore the all-consuming darkness that brought with it nightmares and haunting memories, instead concentrating on the cheerful, hopefully, wet girl eagerly waiting for him, separated only by a flimsy layer of wood.
Lost in his wandering thoughts, he almost fell through when the door suddenly disappeared.
"Whoops!"
He caught himself on the neck of the shorter Oracle, his arm hooking around her neck as he tried to balance himself. His weight was too much, however, as the two stumbled back into the room and tumbled to the ground.
"My, my, someone's eager." Rachel barely bit back the moan as she felt Percy's warm, smooth skin against her, feeling his heart thumping against his ribs.
Percy's face heated as he felt Rachel's mostly exposed breast under his rough palm. His almost naked body pressed against hers, his lips barely inches from her parted, soft pink lips.
This was the first time Percy was caught off guard. Like, ever. Even when he was with Annabeth, in bed, he was always in charge. Damn, Rachel could play him.
Trying to salvage the situation as much as he could, Percy grinned, "You're right. That's why I'm naked."
His hand on her breast went to work, massaging and groping her boob without shame, his rough fingers feeling her soft, smooth skin and hard, stiff nipple through the thin fabric of her skimpy tank top.
The Oracle's arms around his neck, holding him close to her as Percy used his godly powers to close the door, she arched her back, allowing him greater access to her sensitive chest as she moaned against his lips.
Not able to control herself anymore, she pressed her lips to Percy's, trying to remember his weak spots from the kisses they had shared before he got together with Annabeth.
She could feel him grin into the kiss as his hands wandered, the one on her chest tweaking and playing with her erect nipple as the other hand went down to shamelessly grope her bubble butt. Her creamy skin tinged pink with embarrassment, she tried to concentrate on their passionate liplock, but her mind was getting constantly distracted by the ecstasy of feeling his hands on her body, his naked body against hers, and the delectable taste of his lips against hers.
Keeping one arm around his neck to hold him as close to her as possible as they continued to kiss passionately, their lips moving in sync, the Oracle allowed her other hand to wander and grope his firm, sculpted muscles.
Feeling herself losing control, Rachel placed her hand on Percy's broad chest, pushing him backwards as she mewled and purred with need into his mouth.
Percy gasped at the feeling, as they broke the kiss, their lips swollen, with a thin, glistening strand of saliva connecting their lips.
Rachel grinned at his expression, offering a hand to pull up the Dark god from the floor. "Not too fast, lover boy."
Percy smirked at her choice of words, before allowing her to pull him up. "I just can't resist when I see this delicious a dessert right in front of me."
"Take this to bed?" She asked, her emerald eyes wide and innocent, making Percy smother a predatory, possessive growl in his throat.
"Yeah." His voice came out a few octaves deeper, and Percy allowed himself to enjoy the shivers and tremors that ran through Rachel's little body.
The Oracle in his arms, Percy sat at the edge of the bed, his lips again attached to hers as they exchanged little, loving kisses. Her slender arms went around his body, hugging him as Percy leaned back, using his arms as support. Rachel's moans and whimpers were in his ears, making him feel intoxicated, the scent of her sweet perfume and lemony shampoo stimulating his nostrils.
Rachel pulled away, a smirk plastered on her beautiful face. Percy grinned in response, reflexively pulling his arms forward to hold her.
His jaw tensed, his entire body tensing as he felt his arms restrained.
Percy smothered an animalistic snarl, instead turning his head to glare at the offending toy, a pair of fuzzy purple handcuffs that restrained his arms behind his back. He briefly wondered how Rachel had got them there without him noticing.
He felt a smirk curl on his lips as he looked back at the conniving little vixen. "Free me, or else I'll make you regret it."
He accentuated it with a sharp yank of the handcuffs, that made the metal groan audibly. He could see the sweat beading her forehead, the nervousness shining in her eyes.
He could see why she did it, after all, he had done the same to Annabeth every single night, and the other girls, too. And his reason for being uncomfortable being the one tied up was only partially due to the fact that he was a hard-core dom.
No, the main reason why he never liked being submissive was that it brought back unpleasant memories of his less than stellar childhood.
Nevertheless, not wanting to spoil the mood, or make Rachel break down when she realized what she had done wrong, Percy swallowed the bile rising in his throat, offering her a small smile to diffuse the situation. He forced every single shred of acting skill that he had into the smile, intent on not letting her know his discomfort. He cursed Rachel's clear sight, manipulating the Mist would have made giving the smile easier.
He prayed to every single god that he had ever heard of not to let the Oracle sense his discomfort, and it seemed that luck was on his side for once, as she smiled back at him, her emerald eyes twinkling. Her lips moved, but the words did not register in his mind as he concentrated on not letting her sense anything amiss.
He thanked the Lady Fates again as they saved him from an uncomfortable situation as Rachel turned around and began to rummage through the art implements at a corner of her room.
Percy took the short respite to gather his bearings, letting his muscles relax as he concentrated on his breathing.
In and out.
He took the opportunity to look around Rachel's room. The room was extremely colourful, though that was to be expected. All varieties of shades, dark and light, from all corners of the spectrum, were visible on her walls, somehow blending in beautifully to render her room a kaleidoscopic look that reminded Percy of Piper's hypnotizing eyes.
In and out, deep breaths, Jackson, he reminded himself.
There were several portraits covering every single inch of the multicoloured walls. There were portraits of nature, Camp Half-Blood, a single portrait of her family, and several portraits of Ogygia and its inhabitants.
In and out.
Surprisingly, Percy did not find any portrait of his own self. Perhaps that was because his portraits were in a special sketchbook dedicated to him only, and kept somewhere secret. Fuck yeah, he was arrogant that way.
In and out.
Besides that, though, her room was oddly spartan, the king-sized bed Percy was sitting on and a walk-in closet being the only furniture in the room. The majority of the room was covered with art implements that she was fumbling with.
This was Rachel, he reminded himself, smiling as the Oracle finally turned to look back at him.
Rachel knew something was wrong. Oh, so very, very wrong. She was not stupid, and Percy was a very bad actor. But she also knew how to avoid uncomfortable situations, so she took the sensible decision.
Since she did not know what was actually making him uncomfortable, she had to do her best to distract him from whatever it was. And she had just the right thing in mind.
The heat in her core growing as she chewed on her lower lip nervously, she fumbled with the hem of her shirt, slowly, teasingly pulling it up. She allowed her darkening eyes to rove his naked, bound body with the opportunity.
Percy looked delectable as always, with his golden tanned skin glistening slightly with sweat, his dark sea-green eyes concentrated on her body, making her shiver under his intense, scrutinizing gaze. His dog tags glinted under the light, his broad, muscled chest rising and falling with gentle, deep breaths. Her eyes roved down his heavily tattooed torso, taking a minute to appreciate the effort that went behind making the intricate tattoos adorning his body.
She followed his toned arms, watching how his abs flexed, slick with slight sweat. Her heart ached to touch him, lick his sweat, taste every inch of him.
Talking of that, the heat in her core spiked when her gaze finally met his navy blue boxers, making her heartbeat pick up. She stared at his prominent hip bones, inviting her to hold onto his waist, teasing at a tantalizing reward hidden just beneath, between his toned thighs that looked like they had been sculpted out of Imperial Gold. The musky scent that he carried with him made her feel light-headed.
Her emerald eyes broke contact with him briefly as she lifted her tank top over her head, tossing it to the floor.
Percy felt his cock throb in the fabric restraints of his boxers as he watched Rachel strip tease him, the battle to keep the smirk from the corner of his lips a losing one.
The Oracle was clearly inexperienced, as she slowly undressed, his eyes hungrily following her soft, smooth stomach and her cute belly button as she lifted the skimpy tank top, slowly exposing her naked skin to him.
His heart thumped against his chest, out of excitement now, rather than fear, as Rachel held the shirt still, barely exposing her creamy underboob, hiding the real treasures from sight. Desperately trying to resist the urge to break free from the handcuffs, the Dark god distracted himself by watching her thighs grind together, enjoying the effect his naked body and burning gaze had on her.
His eyes flicked back upwards, with the grace and concentration expected of a seasoned predator, the so-far hidden smirk finally making his lips twitch upward as she tossed her shirt to the floor, allowing her tits to jiggle softly into freedom, bouncing gently with every heavy breath and pant that she gave. The pale milky skin of her B-cup tits glistened slightly under the light, making her tits look soft and delicious as fuck, her nipples two little pebbles of sensitive pink flesh topping the creamy mounds of her boobs. Her delicious cleavage looked beautiful, making Percy wonder how it would feel to have his cock in there. Her B-cup tits hugged her slim body perfectly, giving her a softer look of Artemis' or Thalia's toned warrior body.
In other words, Percy loved it, and Percy Jr. agreed.
Not being able to control herself anymore, Rachel unbuttoned her shorts, letting them fall with a slight thump to the cold marble floor. Allowing Percy to catch a brief glimpse of her naked thighs and her exposed, glistening cunt with juicy, fat pussy lips, she sank to her knees in front of the Dark god, eagerly eyeing his boxers.
"No underwear?" Percy raised an eyebrow, barely able to keep the humour out of his voice.
"Says the man who came to my room practically naked." She retorted, her emerald eyes meeting his as she laid a soft palm on his inner thigh, teasing him, sensuously, torturously.
Percy just grinned at the redhead, watching her soft, swollen pink lips glistening with saliva, parted as she panted heavily like a bitch in heat, peppering his iron thighs with gentle kisses as her soft hands wandered his torso, groping his abs and gently tracing his tattoos. His sea-green eyes, darkening with barely contained lust as he strained against the handcuffs holding his arms behind his back, followed her every movement, concentrating on her soft tits, her delicious cleavage and juicy, soft thighs.
Despite her portrayed confidence, her shoulders were tinged pink with arousal, making Percy grin as she nervously touched the soft, navy blue fabric of his boxers, her soft, nimble fingers ghosting across his skin.
"Nervous, Rachel?" His voice was teasing, knowing that she would not be able to back out anyway, nor would she want to.
"Hah, you wish." She shot him a small smile, finally gathering enough courage to hook her fingers in the band of his boxers, taking a deep breath to collect herself.
"You don't have to do this."
"Shut up, Percy. Good slaves don't talk." Taking another shuddering breath, she yanked his boxers down to his knees, letting gravity take them to his ankles.
The Oracle gulped.
She had seen the pictures, hell, she had an exactly similar dildo in her closet, but nothing in the world could have prepared her, or anybody else, for that matter, for the oversized, veiny, throbbing bitchbreaker that greeted her, barely inches away from her lips, it's bulbous purple head glistening slightly with precum. She gulped, feeling her soft palm close around the base of his warm shaft, enjoying the throbbing feeling, noting that her palm could not fully wrap around Percy's thick, unyielding meat.
She gulped, looking back at Percy, whose dark, entrancing sea-green eyes were swimming with humour. "Cold feet?"
She did not respond, looking back at the throbbing erection in her hand, trying to determine the best way to work around the problem. She knew what she was getting herself into when she invited him to her room, but this was... a bit too much.
Perhaps the others could take it, but she was a mortal for crying out loud! Her biology could not even begin to comprehend this!
Nevertheless, Rachel tried to remember all that she had studied on how to pleasure a man, especially for this occasion. Her free hand came up to cup his heavy balls in her soft palm, feeling the weight and blushing at the thought of all the thick, fertile cum sloshing around in his sack.
Her cheeks burning red, she buried her face into his crotch, breathing in his scent with a deep, shuddering breath that played merry Hades with her brain, and sent pulses of warmth shooting through her core.
"Why do you smell so good?" She moaned, her hand slowly stroking his length as she continued to rub her sensitive nose all over his warm, diamond-hard cock.
Percy arched his back, cursing the handcuffs as he failed to grab Rachel's lush red hair and make her submit, his toes curling from the torturous pleasure she was making him feel with her soft, teasing fingers and ghosting lips.
Rachel's emerald eyes widened, feeling herself mini orgasm from his scent alone, her feminine juices pooling around her crotch, making her thighs slick. Her brain was getting clogged, and she rightfully felt that Percy's cock was an addictive drug, more cloying than the lotus fruit told of in Greek myths. The brief taste that she had got while teasing him with her lips served as further proof cementing her belief, her taste buds sang praises as her toes curled in pleasure from the borderline orgasmic taste of his cock, making her wonder if he was a sex god.
Trailing gentle kisses along the side of his thirteen-inch meat, Rachel looked up at the writhing, bound Dark god with emerald eyes, not quite as to keep the smirk out of her features as she finally got to her treat.
Parting her swollen pink lips glistening with saliva, Rachel sucked in Percy's bulbous head, as large as her fist, in her mouth, treating it like a tasty lollipop.
Percy moaned, bucking his hips as she continued to eagerly suck on his cock, swirling her tongue around his bulbous head, playing with his sensitive underside. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked hard, slowly getting used to the feeling before she tried to go in deep. She was not even sure that she could go in deep with this monster cock.
As if reading her mind, Percy interrupted, "Do-don't worry. I'm a god, you won't be hurt during sex."
Giving a last, lingering suck, Rachel let go of his cock with a lewd, wet pop, both of her hands immediately coming up to stroke his length, aided by her warm saliva.
"You seem to be so eager to make me suck your cock. What if I don't?" Despite her words, her hands still continued to pleasure him, her thumbs rubbing his sensitive underside, taking care to massage every single inch of his now glistening skin.
The Oracle knew that he knew that she would suck his cock, nevertheless.
Not waiting for his answer, and reassured by his words, Rachel went back down on him, sucking his bulbous head into her warm, velvet mouth.
Taking a deep, shuddering breath that again filled her nostrils with his intoxicating scent, she pushed down her gag reflex, flattening her tongue as much as she could before forcing another few inches of his thick meat down her throat. Aided by the ample saliva and precum, his throbbing, unyielding cock disappeared down her gullet, inch after inch, making her throat bulge outwards obscenely with the amount of cockmeat she was taking, and making her feel as if her jaw would be permanently dislocated.
Hot tears welled up in her eyes, rolling down her cheeks as she facefucked herself, slowly moving up and back down, trying to get as much of Percy's cock in her throat as she could without his aid. Her little wet tongue lapped helplessly at the underside of his cock, trying to get him at least somewhat close to orgasm, but in vain.
When she felt like she could not take it anymore, Rachel let go of his cock, gasping for breath as she sat back, her breasts heaving as she panted, resting a dainty little palm on her chest, trying to catch her breath. Her emerald eyes still locked on his impressive cock which she had just sucked, she licked her wet lips, his taste still lingering on her mind. Several glistening, thin strands of saliva connected her slightly bruised, swollen lips with his throbbing cock, soon breaking under their own weight to splatter her creamy tits.
Her gaze wandered upward, to see Percy leaning forward, panting almost as heavily as her, his raven hair sticking to his face with sweat. His golden tanned skin glistened, little beads of sweat like small diamonds, rolling down his chiselled body and abs, inviting Rachel to lick and kiss her perfect Adonis clean.
Percy smirked, "Had enough already?"
She shivered, feeling his dark, lustful gaze directed at the puddle of fluids glistening on the clear marble around her crotch.
She smirked back in response. "Yeah, but it is not I who have been unable to get off yet."
Percy grinned at her, finally getting what she was planning at. "What are you gonna do about it?"
"I'm gonna finally make you the portrait you asked for." Her smirk reflected her enthusiasm, and sweet cruelty as she denied Percy his orgasm, despite how much his throbbing cock called for her to suck him off the entire night.
He snorted, "Amateur."
"What was that, punk?" Rachel played along, not really paying attention to him as she rummaged through her art supplies.
"AMATEUR!" Percy shouted back, barely able to keep the grin out of his face at her nonchalant ability to pull off memes in the middle of steamy sex, after sucking his throbbing bitchbreaker, and with her tits dirty with a mixture of saliva and precum.
Rachel laughed, a beautiful tinkling sound as she pulled out two full body-sized mirrors. She set to work setting up her art station.
Honestly, Percy didn't care.
He was more engrossed with her jiggling, creamy tits and glistening pale skin as she moved about. The way her back arched and hip cocked to the side as she looked upon her set up. The way her creamy tits jutted out as she tied her lush red hair back into a ponytail. Her cute way of standing on her toes.
Most of all, her creamy bubble butt swaying and jiggling enticingly merely feet away from his throbbing cock, making Percy curse his helplessness. He knew that he could just get up and fuck her even with his arms handcuffed, or disintegrate the handcuffs, but he kinda wanted to see what she wanted to do.
Finally seeming satisfied with her setup, Rachel gave a short smile at nothing in particular, making Percy smile at how she seemed to be completely engrossed in her artwork.
He surveyed the setup, not getting what she was aiming at exactly, but having a general idea. She had set up two full-body mirrors at an angle to her and each other, so that she could see both her naked front and back, the canvas placed right in front of her, with all the art implements that Percy did not give a flying fuck about, beside her. What was important was that none of them blocked his view of Rachel's bubble butt or the reflection of her tits and face in the mirror in front of her.
She shot a glance at him, her emerald eyes shining with mirth, a small smile adorning her cute features. Her cute little spattering of freckles was almost lost at the furious red blush creeping up her neck as the full gravity of what she was about to do finally hit her. Her shoulders tinged pink as she rubbed her thighs, finally noticing the warm fluids of arousal that ran down her luscious, thick thighs.
"R-ready?" She stuttered, her voice making her sound shy and meek, as if she had not been the one to seduce him, handcuff him, suck his cock and now tease him.
Percy only grinned in response, the throbbing of his erect, cock glistening with her saliva all the answer she would ever need.
"Alright, I'll get to it then." The Oracle muttered, picking up her palette and choosing a brush from her wide collection of painting brushes.
Percy did not care about what she was doing on the canvas, as he absentmindedly fiddled with the handcuffs, his concentration on the naked beauty practically dancing in front of him. She hummed, lost in her own world as she painted, shaking her body to a rhythm audible only to her ears. Her slender waist swayed before his eyes like a delicious, forbidden fruit that sang to him, called to every single cell of his immortal body to claim her and ravish her mortal body, unsatisfied with her earlier, sloppy blowjob.
The show he got was much better than any striptease or pole dance given by any mortal in a few centuries, if not millennia, as Rachel continued to dance, her nimble fingers painting an elegant picture of what she could see.
She wanted to show the back of the canvas, with her standing in front of it, naked, so that she was facing the viewer, intended to be the bound Dark god sitting on the bed beside her. Behind her in the painting, there would be a mirror, showing her ass and lush red hair pulled back in a ponytail.
The most difficult part would be drawing herself, so she was drawing the mirror and the furniture first, leaving the main part for later when she could properly sit down and take her time to paint.
She stepped back when the mirror and canvas had been drawn, with a rough pencil sketch telling her where she herself would go, allowing her to leave blank spaces in the painting.
Dropping her paintbrush in the small pot of oil she had, she moved back to the bed, her other hand still clutching the palette, not afraid of getting paint on her tits.
"What do you think?" She asked Percy, her free hand immediately reaching down to stroke his cock, aided by her saliva.
His abs clenched as he felt his cock throb again under her gentle, teasing caress, trying to resist her lustful, fiery advances. Gritting his teeth as he felt his impenetrable wall of sheer willpower groan and chip, tested thoroughly, he gave a wavering smirk. "Got a long way to go yet, beauty. You will need a lot of practice, it seems."
No, she didn't.
And Rachel seemed to know it, as she grinned, continuing to stroke his cock with her soft palm, not caring the fact that her underboob and creamy stomach were getting smeared with paint from the palette.
She moaned wantonly at the feeling of his hard, unyielding warmth throbbing in her palm, making him twitch more, leaking ample precum from his drooling tip.
Breaking eye contact, she stared at his bobbing cockhead, comparing her fist to his monstrous meat, as she continued to pump, twisting her little hand in an effort to get him as much pleasure as she could.
Feeling Percy arch his back as his hips snapped forward, fucking her small, smooth palm with small, frantic thrusts as he tried to get off, Rachel smiled, glancing up at the god's desperate groan of pleasure.
Seeing his back arched as her Dark god stared at the ceiling, panting and breathing heavily, she chewed her lower lip nervously, eyeing the beads of sweat rolling down his toned, golden abs and chest.
Leaning down, Rachel tenderly stuck her little hot tongue out, lapping up his sweat, and brushing her swollen, bruised pink lips along his scarred, golden skin, feeling his bumpy, slightly rough skin beneath her tender lips. Years of hardship and wars were gently loved by rosy lips as the Oracle kissed and licked Percy's skin, peppering his broad chest, collar bones and abs with gentle kisses as her hands worked on his drooling cock.
For his part, the Dark god writhed and chafed at the handcuffs, wanting nothing more to break free and show her his love, but he was helpless, arching his back as Rachel lovingly worshipped his body, her small, soft hands like pleasurable clouds that worked wonders on his painfully aching, oversized erection.
Rachel trailed her lips downward, lovingly pecking each and every single one of Percy's abs as she went, enjoying the loud sound of his heartbeat thumping against his ribcage or the eager throbbing of his meat.
She finally nuzzled his cock, taking a shuddering breath to sniff his musky scent again, small tremors shooting through her body, ignoring the fact that her breast was now completely covered in a myriad of colours which would be a pain to remove the next morning. The scent made her feel light-headed, almost drunk on a lustful high as she lovingly, wantonly nuzzled his warm cock, enjoying the feeling of his thick diamond-hard meat rubbing against her cheek.
Reluctantly parting her cheek, now smeared with warm, glistening precum from his slick cock, Rachel placed a loving kiss on his cocktip, kissing his meat with more passion than many women kisses their lovers. Her swollen pink lips parted as she kissed his drooling head, involving some tongue in a lewd parody of a French kiss.
Percy's toes curled in pleasure as she kissed his bulbous head, her cheeks hollowed as she gently suckled on his meat, hungrily drinking the steady stream of pre leaking from his slit with lewd, audible gulps.
Rachel broke apart after a few moments of pleasurable agony that set his nerves on fire, an eternity that seemed too long, yet ended too quickly for his liking. Her glistening lips still connected to his cock with thin strands of fluid, Piper presented him with a lewd, wet smirk that made his cock twitch and spew more precum. Her face and naked tits were dirty with saliva, precum and paint, all glistening and marking her as his.
"I think I'll go back to work." She teased him, turning around and leaning forward to give him a nice view of her creamy bubble butt. She gave her behind a short shake that made her flesh jiggle enticingly, like a sweet fruit that Percy wanted to seek both his metaphorical and literal teeth into, "You want this, horn dog?"
Percy nodded eagerly, pleasantly surprised as she pushed her ass back, so that his erect, oversized cock rested on her smooth, creamy ass crack. His toes curled in pleasure as he shivered, his arms straining against his handcuffs again as he tried to lunge forward, the delicious, velvety warmth too much for him as she reached backwards, pulling her ample asscheeks apart to give him a view of her delicious, pink, puckered asshole.
"You want this?" She urged him on, letting her ass go so that her creamy cheeks clapped around his diamond-hard meat, making him bite down on his tongue to stifle the pleasured scream that threatened to tear from his throat. He panted hard, sweat dripping from his forehead. Why was he acting like this?
He was never like this.
"Well, you're not getting it yet, horn dog." Her words did not exactly register her words as she walked away with sashaying hips, his dark eyes and lustful, cloyed mind still stuck on her juicy ass.
He watched as she went back to work on her painting, the reflections of her naked, sinful body in the mirrors mocking him.
Percy grinned, a feral grin that anybody would have felt, and shivered at, as he finally began to seriously fiddle with his fuzzy handcuffs, the source of all his troubles.
As it was, Rachel was so engrossed in her painting that she paid him no mind.
It was only the rough, calloused hands, strong and firm on her waist that made her finally realize that he was free, making her jump a foot in the air. Fortunately, she did not spoil the painting as she whirled around, trying to confront the Dark god.
Strong hands held her in place, however, preventing her from looking backwards as she stood ramrod straight, barely breathing. She could feel his massive horsecock throbbing, nestled against her ass, finally making her realize the full extent of what she had done.
Her emerald eyes wide, she gulped, looking at the mirror that showed her reflection in front of her.
She was met with a savagely grinning, thirsting Dark god almost a head taller than her, standing behind her, resting his chin and chiselled jaw on top of her head with no difficulty. He was as naked as her, his tanned golden skin contrasting her pale creamy skin tone as he hugged her, his strong, firm, toned muscles sinking into her soft flesh, thanks to the ferocity and strength of his possessive hug.
Her emerald eyes followed his movements as he lifted an arm, showing the remnants of her handcuff around his wrist. She watched, transfixed, as he raised his other hand to enclose his palm around his wrist, making the handcuff crumble into fine golden dust reminiscent of the dust left behind after dead monsters.
"Now it is my turn to derive my entertainment from your suffering, my muse. I hope you don't mind." His smooth, silky tone made her shiver and grind her thighs together in arousal as she tried to hide the fresh stream of fluids trickling down her thighs.
"Eyes on your painting. Don't want it to get ruined." His voice was low, a barely audible growl that made her shiver and whimper, as she stared at the canvas, not really taking anything in. Her mind was getting clogged with the feeling of Percy hugging her possessively, his long, toned swimmer arms wrapping around her body and pulling her shorter frame into his wall of solid muscle.
"Start painting now, Oracle. The moment you stop, I stop, too." He growled again, moving his arms to cup her sweltering pussy, using his right hand to grope her heaving left breast, enjoying the feeling of her milky skin yielding beneath his strong fingers.
Her lips quivered. "B-but-"
"No buts, muse. Start working." And he did, too, shamelessly groping and massaging her tits as he parted her fat pussy lips with his fingers, collecting the saccharine nectar pooling in his palm, sticky and wet.
Rachel bit her lip, her thighs quivering, as she stifled a whimper in her throat at Percy's actions, his rough, calloused hands on her soft, smooth skin.
Her emerald eyes teary at his sensuous torture, she reached out shakily to get herself another brush, her fingers trembling. Her knees weakened and she could no longer hold herself up properly, Percy's wandering hand between her legs the only thing keeping her from collapsing to the floor.
The Dark god went on with his torturous actions, groping her tits and fingering her untouched, wet pussy.
He cupped her B-cup tit in his palm, feeling her flesh fit perfectly in his hand, her soft, sensitive pink nipple brushing his rough skin as he squeezed hard, feeling his fingers sink into her delicate, creamy skin. He then moved on, his fingers wandering with a mind of their own, as he flicked and pinched Rachel's sensitive nipples, salivating at the thought of nursing on her delicate tits, as soft as a goddess. His hands were slick with the paint that coated her naked chest, and he took full advantage of that, fingerpainting her naked tits, her creamy skin gaining all manners of shades as he groped her breasts shamelessly. His fingers curled around her areola again as he pinched her nipple, painfully, cruelly and sensuously twisting her flesh, tugging at her breast as he tried to get a reaction out of his beautiful muse.
A cruel smirk twisting his features as he rubbed Rachel's virgin, wet pussy, he decided to move in for the kill.
His fingers spreading apart her fat, greedy lips, he placed his bulbous head at her entrance.
Rachel's breath hitched at the feeling, and she stopped whatever she was painting, really a few wavering, lazy strokes made on autopilot with shaking hands, her mind occupied on the truckloads of bliss assaulting her body from all directions. Instead, she started struggling futilely against his iron grip.
"Cold feet?" Percy repeated.
"Hah, you wish, Jackson." Her voice, and confidence, wavered as she remembered the massive cock she had struggled to deepthroat, a monster that rearranged her organs and messed up her mortal biology. She was sure that had Percy not been a god, she would have been long dead.
He shrugged, though she could not see it. "What are you hesitating for, then?"
Rachel just had enough presence of mind to kick away the canvas and the table holding all her painting instruments, before Percy slammed himself to the hilt in her virgin cunt.
Her feet kicked out as she arched her back, giving Percy a faceful of fiery red hair as she screamed in sheer pain and pleasure, loud enough to make him question the soundproofing of the walls.
He gave her no respite, beginning to fuck her with long, deep thrusts through her toe-curling orgasm, effortlessly lifting her up with his massive, strong meat in her womb alone, his hands busy groping her creamy tits.
The fact that she was being spit-roasted was lost upon the delirious Oracle as Percy stepped forward, making her whimper again as she bounced on his cock with every step, making her mini orgasm, her walls spasming around his rampaging meat. The blood from her hymen breaking, blood absent in female demigods and gods, mixed with her orgasmic fluids to drip past the tight seal formed by her stretched cunt and Percy's horsecock, dripping to the floor.
She finally regained some sort of semblance when she felt herself pushed against a cold wall, her wet clit rubbing against the wall as her sore nipples, her cheek pressed against the flat surface. Emerald eyes searched for her master, almost in a drunken, intoxicated haze that made her normally sharp mind blunt and foggy with lust.
"Percy-?" The moment did not last long, however, as Percy assumed a breakneck, blistering pace, desperately trying to get himself off as he used Rachel like a sex doll, with little regard for her health.
His hips thundered against hers, pushing her against the solid wall as he continued fucking her feverishly, like a rabbit in heat. His cock rearranged her organs, punching through her cervix into her womb, slamming against the very back of her scared, innermost chamber with every deep thrust. Her velvety walls pulsed around him, wet and soft and tight, her ample fluids acting as lube, allowing him to maintain his burning pace. Her stomach bulged obscenely, showing the shape of his cock with every thrust as he moved inside her, feeling the hardness of the wall through the thin skin of her stomach. His hips slammed against her bubble butt, making her creamy skin turn red with every thrust, her soft flesh jiggling deliciously with every thrust. His heavy balls, full of thick, potent seed, slammed against her clit with every thrust, making her feel as if she was having her sensitive clit spanked.
Percy did not care about the fact that they were fucking against the wall directly over the painting she had been working on, which had been knocked over. The mixture of their sexual fluids and a bit of blood splattered the canvas, dirtying up Rachel's beautiful work, but he found it hard to bring himself to care. She would work on making him a better, perfect nude of herself, later on, taking her own sweet time to carefully perfect every aspect of her painting.
He briefly wondered if he should make her draw nudes of the other girls too. Perhaps he could make her draw pictures of him fucking the others.
Rachel's swollen, bruised lips parted, revealing her hot, wet mouth as she gasped in short breaths, unable to breathe properly. Every time Percy hilted himself back inside her womb, she felt like all the air was sucked out of her lungs. She felt breathless, the loud sound of her heart thumping loudly against her ribs rang in her ears. Saliva dribbled past her parted lips, forming a dirty, glistening trail down her jaw and slender neck.
Emerald eyes, glazed over with lust, looked at the Dark god straining behind her in wonder, her fucked silly mind not comprehending what he and his cock were doing to her body. Pleasurable things they were, she was sure, as she felt herself floating in limbo, locked in an endless cycle of bliss and ecstasy, orgasming again and again around his throbbing cock.
Clenching his abs and gritting his teeth as he felt his balls tighten and pulse in preparation for his inevitable release, Percy sped up his pace, feeling sweat drip down his body as he inched closer to the point of no return.
A savage, animalistic howl tore itself from his throat as he arched his back, hitting himself inside Rachel as the dam finally burst. He gasped and panted, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he orgasmed, his bulbous cockhead pressed against the velvet back walls of her womb as he spewed gallons of thick, hot and fertile seed directly in her womb, spewing cum like a firehose as dumped his load directly in her stomach.
Rachel moaned and screamed as she finally felt warmth bloom in her stomach, clawing at the wall as she felt her normally flat stomach swelling and bloating as Percy dumped his ungodly load right in her sacred, previously untouched chamber. She did not need to be an Oracle to see that if Percy had not been a god, and thus able to regulate when his lovers became pregnant, she would be heavy with at least triplets, if not more, with the amount of fertile seed he was spewing.
Percy bucked his hips, his mind white with pleasure as he orgasmed, pumping Rachel full of his thick seed as she writhed and struggled beneath his grip.
She was mortal, he reminded herself. Too much sex is harmful, he gritted his teeth, trying to keep his mind on anything but the haze of lustful ecstasy he was in.
After a few minutes of cumming and pumping the Oracle's fertile womb full of his thick seed, he pulled out, letting the last ropes of his explosive orgasm drip on the floor. Immediately, not bothered by his oversized cock plugging her gaping cunt, a waterfall of jizz, looking for all intents and purposes like thick, white Jell-O, cascaded in a lewd waterfall of their orgasmic juices to splatter the half-painted canvas beneath them.
Oops.
Deciding to worry about Rachel's wrath later, in the morning, Percy just held her in his arms, ignoring the steady waterfall of jizz still spilling from her ruined cunt, her horribly bloated belly slowly returning to her normal, flat and slim stature.
He was surprised when she moved, wriggling in his arms to get more comfortable, hugging him and gently kissing his sweaty chest and collar bones, nibbling softly on his scarred, bump skin. Her lips latched onto his collar bones as she sucked weakly, desperately trying to leave a hickey.
Percy eyed her droopy, sleepy emerald eyes and silly grin. "Tired?"
"No." She slurred, seemingly drunk.
The couple just stood there for a few minutes, basking in the afterglow of sex, kissing and worshipping each other's lips.
"I'm ready," Rachel spoke, eager to get the next round underway.
"This is the last one for the night." Percy dampened her excitement slightly, smiling softly.
"Why?" She whined childishly, beating him on the chest.
He briefly considered telling her the truth, but then remembered- Rachel was sensitive about being the only mortal in a house full of goddesses, demigoddesses, a god, a Titan and a Primordial. Well, she was not mortal anymore, she was immortal, too, but did not have any godly powers.
He smiled serenely, deciding to lie to her for the second time that night. "I can't go on anymore after this round. Most men can go only for one round, you should be grateful."
She snorted, parting her lips to undoubtedly say something snarky. Her expression turned to a surprised yelp when Percy let her drop on her hands and knees to the floor.
"Ouch, what was that for?" She snapped, rubbing her stinging arms as she tried to turn and glare at the Dark god.
She found herself unable, when Percy pushed her face to the messy floor and canvas. Despite her best efforts, Rachel could not help the needy moan that escaped her lips when she felt her face covered by the warm, musky and lewd mixture of cum and her nectar spewed directly from her womb.
"You made a mess, bitch. Better clean it up." Despite the teasing smugness in his voice, Rachel could not help but comply, sticking out her tongue to eagerly lap up the dirty mixture of fluids directly from the floor like a starving slut, shaking her ass for Percy's benefit.
The Dark god stared at Rachel as she hungrily slurped up the lewd mixture of their fluids from the floor with clearly audible, lewd gulps. Her creamy ass, pale skin red with the abuse he had put her through, jiggled tantalizingly as she shook her behind, trying to tempt him with the juicy fruit he had yet to taste.
He felt his cock throb, his unabated, raging inferno of burning lust rising like an all-consuming tsunami at the Oracle's seductive methods.
She was already in doggy style and his cock was well lubed with the same mixture that she was licking clean.
He grinned, shifting to place his bulbous head against her tight, pink virgin ass.
Rachel moaned against the cold marble floor covered with her new favourite drink as she felt Percy assume a position to take her anal virginity.
"Will the floor clean itself, slut?" Percy snapped harshly, his rough hand sharply spanking her juicy ass and making her yelp in surprise and pleasure.
"I'm sorry, master!"
Well, well. How the turntables.
Percy grinned as he finally enjoyed the delicious, sinful fruit he had been tortured with all evening.
AN: This was published much earlier than I predicted. I think Pipes will be next. Because I have a special chapter planned for the halfway mark. Talking of which, we are only 2 chapters away from Dealing with Drama chapter 50! The entire book will be, I repeat, 100 chapters long. A tall order, indeed.
Also, I recently got a PM from anonymous (the person asked me not to reveal their identity), asking me how Lace treats my... inclinations. Since I've been getting a lot of comments about this, too, Lace is pretty chill with it. She is MY sub, after all.
Anyway, what sort of debauchery do you get up to with your own doms/subs/boyfriends/girlfriends?
Honestly, I'm getting tired of people judging me for my incestuous, submissive girlfriend and our personal life. So, will you SHUT UP and stop giving me CRAP?
Because I've better things to do than listen to virgin knobheads like you. Yes, YOU! (Pointing to the people who keep insulting me in PMs.) At least have the guts to do it in front of everyone! Why are they not getting banned, despite the some hundred times I have reported them?!
Keep calm and CR7!! Keep calm and LM10!! (Messi)