AN: Damn, the Man United vs Atalanta (get it?) game last night was pure fire! What a comeback. But about the chapter... Let's get straight to it then, shall we?
Time: Same Time
"You're two sexy little vixens, aren't you?" A dark, lustful smirk curled Percy's lips as he sat on the edge of the bed, with his arms full of two thirsty Huntresses.
"You think you can handle us, Jackson?" Atalanta whispered sultrily while Phoebe worked on leaving another hickey on Percy's strong, well-defined jaw.
"Oh, I can handle you and more. The question is, now, can you handle me?"
"Cocky much?"
"Nah, I can back up my words." Percy grinned, feeling Atalanta's smooth palm slide effortlessly into his jersey, feeling up his toned abs as she shamelessly groped his muscles.
"Mmph." He gave a satisfied moan as Phoebe leaned up to kiss him, her ruby lips moulding to his as she tried to dominate the kiss, taking advantage of Atalanta's hands massaging his body to cheat.
Hmm, it would seem that the daughter of Ares needed to be tamed, Percy thought as he retaliated with equal passion. Phoebe's scent in his nostrils was making him feel all the more hungrier for her soft flesh, fanning the lustful inferno blazing in his heart.
He finally won the battle of tongues, making her moan in slight disappointment as he explored her mouth eagerly with his tongue, using all the knowledge he had of her mouth to give her one of the best, toe-curling kisses she would ever have.
Even as he was occupied with the feisty daughter of Ares on his lap, he felt Atalanta's smooth palm slide up his abs, gently tracing the well-defined ridges of his toned muscles and scars that littered his tanned bronze skin. Her fingers crept up to his chest, making his breath hitch as he felt her soft fingers flick his nipples.
Percy felt his cheeks on fire as Atalanta laughed softly into his ear, before leaning down to sink her teeth into his neck. She latched onto his neck, her tongue swirling around his skin and she felt his veins throbbing powerfully beneath her lips as she sucked, determined to leave her own hickey on his neck.
Alright, fuck. This was not happening.
Percy, despite being really good at sex, or so he had been told, just couldn't keep these two Huntresses under control. This was his first threesome (or so he thought), after all, and it did not help that Phoebe and Atalanta worked like a well-oiled machine after all these years together, not needing words to communicate with each other.
He needed to do something and fast.
Thinking quickly, he swept the two Huntresses off his lap, slamming them harshly into the bed. The two gave soft squeals at the suddenness of his action as they bounced harmlessly against the soft mattress, momentarily dazed.
But that was all the time Percy needed, as he summoned two fluffy handcuffs, fastening them on their wrists, holding their arms behind them.
"Sluts." He panted, taking a short break, disbelieving that they had been able to catch him off guard, get him so worked up. He had thought that he would be able to handle two girls at once, but apparently, he had been wrong. He needed practice, and what better way than the two ancient Huntresses, who always came as a package?
He pressed his hand against his neck, feeling his skin slick with Atalanta's warm saliva, still unable to completely forget the feeling of her teeth on his skin.
"What are you doing? Let us go, Percy!" Phoebe growled, struggling futilely against the handcuffs. Her body writhed and twisted like a snake as she tried to break free, her legs kicking out on instinct to escape.
But Percy was having none of it.
Now, back in control, (get the reference?) he was in his element, and he was now the one pulling the strings.
Flipping the two Huntresses effortlessly so that they faced him, Percy straddled them, pinning them beneath him with his arms.
He had a strange sense of deja vu as he looked down at the two beauties, pinned beneath him, breathless and red-cheeked.
Their bodies moulded together perfectly, the taller Atalanta and the shorter, but infinitely fiercer daughter of Ares, supreme man-hater, Phoebe.
"I think we are overdressed for the occasion, aren't we?" Percy asked, grinning as he leaned back, arching his back as he worked off the loose jersey that had separated his drool-worthy upper body from the girls' hungry eyes all evening.
"Fuck, you're a god." The words were past Atalanta's lips before she could help it, and Phoebe could only nod mutely in agreement, her voice temporarily lost. Even their struggling ceased, the two Huntresses content to just lie there, sinking into the soft mattress beneath him, and feasting their eyes on Percy's exposed body.
He snickered. "Yeah, that, I am."
He meant it literally as a joke, but the time was not for jokes.
Clear azure eyes joined dark, almost black eyes as they roamed across Percy's features. His somewhat long mane of messy, silky raven hair seemed darker than night itself, forming a dark halo fitting the Dark god's stature as it framed his face. The glow of the TV screen behind him accentuated his sharp, angular features, which sent shadows dancing dangerously across his face, high aristocratic cheekbones that made him look a predator. He belonged to the darkness, a hungry predator prowling through the bushes, waiting to sink its teeth into the soft flesh of its helpless prey, his lips, as red as blood-curling in a dangerous, predatory smirk. His dark, sea-green eyes seemed to contain all the mysteries hidden in the depths of the ocean, glowing slightly in the shadows with mirthful malevolence. A slightly scratchy, two-day-old stubble darkened his chin, his sharp jaw inviting them to leave some more purple hickeys on his rough, scarred skin.
His muscular upper body was the epitome of the toned, swimmer body that every male aspired to have, that every female drooled over. Broad, muscle packed pectorals led to long, muscular arms darkened with innumerable tattoos that spread to the rest of his body. His skin glistened with slight sweat, his tanned bronze barely visible through the dark ink of his tattoos, which also hid his battle scars. Firm, toned abs led to a prominent v formed by his hipbones, flanked by equally prominent obliques that teased at a hidden reward underneath his loose shorts. A musky, sharp scent accompanied him, acting like a natural aphrodisiac for any remotely attracted to him, making the two girls feel lightheaded and lustful, making it all the more difficult to prevent their womanly urges from spreading their legs for him to plough them into the bed.
And his female melting charm immediately went to work, making Phoebe and Atalanta feel weak in the knees, feel helpless in front of this apex predator, this alpha who had come to feast on them. Their insides quivered pleasantly, a shaky smile curled their lips at the prospect of being fucked into oblivion, to be bred, to have their stomach swollen with his offspring. Years of spending their time in the wild coming to the forefront and driving them insane at his smouldering gaze, their spines tingling in anticipation.
They wanted to be his feast, his jewels, his treasure, to be his obedient fucktoys, to be pampered and cared for, to be bred and toyed with, by this dominant alpha.
Not being able to handle it anymore, Phoebe broke the moment, leaning up to kiss Percy hungrily. Something settled in her stomach, the fluttering of butterflies, making her feel uncomfortable... unsatisfied.
A trail of heat spread through her core, fanned by Percy's own heat and Atalanta's gaze, making her thighs tremble as she kissed Percy needily, as if her life depended on it. Her lips moulded to his as he wrapped an arm around her waist, drawing both of them closer to his body as he explored her mouth.
He broke the kiss, before moving on to satisfy Atalanta, holding Phoebe close.
The daughter of Asteria gave a small, satisfied moan as she felt his shirtless body press against her as he claimed her lips with his, marking her as his. Their lips moved in sync, making their kiss even more special than it already was. The lustful heat made Atalanta whimper and buck her hips helplessly towards him in an attempt to relieve the growing pressure in her crotch, the increasing dampness in her panties making her feel uncomfortable.
Percy broke the kiss, grinning lecherously as he looked down at their bound forms. "Great, now it's your turn. Strip."
The two Huntresses blushed adorably, before Phoebe, ever the aggressive one, pointed out, "Unless your dumb ass couldn't tell, Jackson, we can't. So, if you would kindly let us get out of these... handcuffs..."
Percy smirked.
"Nice try, Huntress. Too bad it won't work. Hmm... what can we do?" He thought aloud in a teasing tone, "Meh, looks like I'll have to undress you, ugh."
He groaned, trying to make himself sound uninterested, and inviting two glares aimed at him, trying to imagine him into being instantaneously vaporized.
"Should we start with you first, Atalanta?" His voice was soft and silky, like a predator sweet-talking its prey, making the daughter of Asteria blush.
Without waiting for her answer, Percy went to work, sliding his fingers underneath her (his) oversized t-shirt and running his rough, calloused palms over her smooth, toned stomach. He massaged her abdomen for a moment, sliding his hands over her waist, which seemed to mould into his palms, before tugging her shirt upward.
Swallowing her mortifying embarrassment, Atalanta lifted up her handcuffed arms, revealing the natural, superhuman flexibility all Hunters were blessed with. She moved like a cat, somehow managing to manoeuvre her arms, which were handcuffed behind her on the bed, above her head to rest on the mass of pillows, allowing Percy to easily tug it off.
Percy discarded the shirt to the side without a second glance, his attention occupied by the much more pressing sight of the adorably blushing Atalanta's upper body.
Her cheeks were tinged pink, the bright blush creeping down her neck to tinge her shoulders, intensifying at Percy's unwavering, scrutinizing gaze. Her slender arms rested above her head, and she unconsciously jutted out her divine chest, silently praying Percy to lavish her tits with attention. She arched her back, trying to relieve the uncomfortable pressure building up in her tits at being watched by her crush and her roommate at the same time.
Percy's eyes wandered down from her delicious-looking neck to her creamy, pink-tinged shoulders, before wandering down her sides, purposefully avoiding her tits, saving the best for last. His eyes followed the curves of her toned stomach to her slim waist, marvelling at her smooth, supple skin. Her perfectly tanned, golden skin glistened slightly with sweat, looking like a delicious fruit that Percy would enjoy sinking his teeth into.
His eyes wandered up to her tits, making him swallow on instinct. Her beautifully tanned, golden tits fitted her lithe frame perfectly, hugging her chest firmly, the soft flesh jiggling softly with every breath she took, framed by her long, lustrous golden hair. Her cleavage invited him to kiss her skin, to hug his face between her tits and just enjoy her warmth, not caring about anything else. Her stiff, pink nipples and areolas perfectly contrasted her golden skin, looking like delicious cherries atop an equally delicious piece of heavenly soft flesh.
Percy's eyes flicked up to Atalanta's blushing face. "Pretty."
Phoebe was trying to sit up, trying to join him in ogling her sexy roommate.
"Didn't, I dunno, you guys, like, ever see each other naked?"
"Of course we did, Jackson, we're roommates. But, you know..."
"You never did sexual stuff? In the three thousand years you were roommates? Damn, you Hunters really have a stick up your ass."
Atalanta mumbled something intangible, looking away from him with pink cheeks, making Percy raise an eyebrow. "Sorry? I didn't quite catch that."
Phoebe cleared her throat uncomfortably, looking away in the other direction. Well, this was a new for Percy, because, during the time he had known her, the aggressive, confident daughter of Ares never averted her dark eyes from anybody.
"We didn't... before you and Annabeth came along to stay with us."
"Oh? What did you do then?" Percy's voice was getting huskier as he struggled to reign in his body's natural reactions, and it did not take a genius to see the effect it was having on the girls.
"We... we touched ourselves, and sometimes each other, and used toys..." Atalanta's voice was barely above a mumble.
"Hot. All because of little ol' me?" Percy teased, even as his fingers crept towards Atalanta's black panties. His fingers touched the sensitive insides of her smooth thighs, making her tremble quietly in anticipation as he hooked his fingers into her black panties.
"You, you were constantly fucking Annabeth, and she was so loud, and you were so hot, and so good... You were the only man we ever considered good, the only man we ever considered breaking our oaths for, can you blame us?" Phoebe's voice shook with emotion. "A-and we thought that you were with Annabeth, so we wouldn't have any chance in Hades to be with you. So, we decided to have fun while we could, and... now we are here."
"Phoebe, look at me." He ordered, not removing his eyes from the intense staring contest he was having with Atalanta's now exposed, tight, little pink pussy. Her black cotton panties lay bunched around her ankles, where she effortlessly kicked them off, blushing furiously as she realised that she was naked and handcuffed in front of her crush.
"Ye- YES?!" Phoebe's voice came out a few octaves higher as she realised that Atalanta was now stark naked, and Percy was between her thighs, his crotch barely inches from her exposed, dripping wet cunt. She looked away, blushing heavily.
Percy dragged a finger along the daughter of Asteria's thigh, enjoying how she trembled and quivered beneath his rough touch, her muscles quivering under her smooth, golden skin. He couldn't help but marvel at how similar her body structure was to Artemis, slim and lithe, with a toned stomach and a slim waist that Percy just loved holding on to, though Atalanta was a good few inches taller than her patron, and with bigger, C-cup breasts.
He wanted to taste her sweet nectar, but decided that it would come later. For now, he had plans to execute.
"Don't you want to come over and express your love for your roommate, Phoebe?"
"Wh-what?!" Both girls cried out simultaneously in shock.
"Yeah. Phoebe, get in my position, and begin kissing Atalanta like you mean it. The better a show you give now, the better the reward you will receive later will be."
Still blushing, but not needing further encouragement, Phoebe crawled on her knees to take the place between Atalanta's thighs that Percy had vacated.
Blue eyes met black, and both roommates blushed in embarrassment, making Phoebe stop in her tracks.
Before she was promptly pushed.
Her hands were still handcuffed behind her, and so were Atalanta's, and so, there was nothing to break her fall as she crashed onto the blonde, both blushing furiously as their lips connected.
"Good, kiss her. Nice and hot." Percy's silky, soft voice wafted over, making the two girls shiver as they continued kissing each other, even as his rough, warm hands encroached upon their bodies. Phoebe's clothed body moulded perfectly to Atalanta's naked, golden skin, the fiery shorter girl fitting perfectly into the taller girl's body, as they moved together, joined at the lips, with Phoebe's body between her toned, long slender legs.
Phoebe shivered as she felt Percy's hands slip underneath her tank top, barely brushing against the underside of her boobs, sending goosebumps up her skin as he teased her. Her hot lips moulded to Atalanta's, feeling her chocolate taste in her mouth as Percy explored her stomach, lightly tracing her toned abs with a gentle finger. Phoebe trembled mutely with arousal as she felt him slowly trace some small, old scars that she had on her stomach and waist, lovingly rubbing his fingers over her rough, war-torn skin.
His fingers continued their torturous massage, sending trails of lustful fire burning her skin in his wake, as he nibbled lightly on her exposed shoulder.
Phoebe blushed as red as her hair as she felt his warm breath on her neck, but she did not break her kiss with Atalanta as he continued to kiss and suck on her neck. He nibbled lightly on her soft, pale skin, barely leaving any marks, forming an elaborate mental image of her sensitive spots as she shivered and trembled beneath his touch.
Finally, eager to move to the next step, he reluctantly removed himself from her smooth neck, glistening slightly with his saliva and now with a new hickey marking her as his.
"Sit up, Phoebes." His voice was gentle as he ordered her, making the daughter of Ares blush cutely at her nickname. Struggling a bit with her bound wrists, she eventually managed to sit up, thankful for her flexibility. Her arms were still handcuffed behind her, as she straddled Atalanta's waist, blushing slightly as she stared down at the naked girl, who met her gaze with lustful, hazy blue eyes, any dreg of shame at being ogled at, nude, gone.
Her blush crept down her neck as she felt Percy's hands on her waist, slipping underneath her shirt, tugging up her top, coupled with Atalanta's eager gaze that never left her torso, excited for every inch of pale, creamy skin that Percy exposed.
But Percy had other plans, as he cupped her ample, C-cup tits, slightly larger than her roommate's, beneath her tank top, hiding them from the other's gaze as he took his time playing with the soft globes of milky flesh.
Her firm, soft tits hugged her chest perfectly, with no hint of sag, sitting perky and eager on her chest despite their size. Percy could feel himself drooling as he ran his rough, calloused fingers over her soft, smooth skin, weighing her tits in his hand and just marvelling at how deceptively feminine the aggressive daughter of Ares' body was. Her stiff, cherry red nipples poked his hand, desperate for attention, and he responded, drawing gentle circles around her pink, sensitive areolas before flicking her nipple.
A loud moan escaped Phoebe at his action, no longer muffled by Atalanta's lips, making her blush at the sound.
"No need to be embarrassed," Percy spoke softly, lovingly as he continued to play with her tits, bouncing and groping them shamelessly in his hands. His fingers dug into her soft, pillowy tits, the excess flesh spilling out between his fingers. Any and all fat that Phoebe might have accumulated in her body seemed to have been deposited on her tits and ass, not that Percy was complaining in any way.
His soft, gentle voice, however, completely contrasted his actions, as he continued to tease Phoebe, almost torturing her in the most sensuous way possible, making her tremble and smother whimpers in her throat. However, her endeavours were to be in vain, as soon as he ripped her tank top off, leaving her naked and exposed.
"The fuck, Jackson?!" She screeched, looking around at the ruined shreds of her only tank top, that had been bought recently.
"Shut up." He ordered, not in the mood for any such nonsense. He had more important things to attend to.
"That was the only- mmph!"
And seeing she did not obey him, he cut her off with Atalanta's lips, again.
But Phoebe was having none of it, this time, as she struggled hard against his hands, even as Atalanta tried to restrain her, making her shoot a look of betrayal at her roommate.
"I said, shut up!" Percy's voice was harsh this time, accompanied by a loud smack and an embarrassed yelp from the daughter of Ares.
Another smack followed the first, making Phoebe whimper. "I'll get you as many new clothes as you want, if you are a good girl."
Percy just loved spanking Phoebe's ass.
Unable to control himself, he slapped her ass again, watching her soft, firm flesh jiggle and bounce with the force of his hit. She was wearing silver shorts, shorts that were restricting him from direct access to her smooth, bubble butt.
Growling, he tore her shorts off, too, adding another slap to her now exposed rear in an attempt to show the daughter of Ares who was the one in control here.
Phoebe moaned again, mewling and whimpering in need as Percy gave her other asscheek a well-deserved slap. She writhed, trying to relieve the uncomfortable pressure growing in her body, before lunging at Atalanta in desperation, claiming her lips with hers, to muffle her moans.
Percy laid his hands on her asscheeks, rubbing her smooth skin with his thumb. Her skin felt hot beneath him, no points for guessing why.
Her pale, creamy skin was flushed a bright pink, a result derived from a combination of Phoebe's bright blush, and Percy's harsh spanking showing through her glistening, flawless ivory skin. His handprint was displayed clearly on her asscheeks as he groped her bubble butt, eliciting cute moans from the daughter of Ares as she raised her ass higher, eager for more.
Percy smothered a chuckle in his throat.
Her wrists were tied together behind her, making her arch her back to accentuate her heart-shaped ass even further, just oozing sexiness. Despite the hindrance, she kissed Atalanta with feverish fervour, not even taking a breath to breathe, her lips permanently joined with her roommate.
He spread her asscheeks apart, gazing longingly at her exposed, pink pussy peeking out from between the sea of creamy flesh. Her inner thighs glistened with her warm nectar, dripping from her steamy cunt, barely inches away from Atalanta's equally sexy, equally tight maidenhood.
The sight made him throb in his pants.
Percy's dark, sea-green eyes swimming with lust flicked up to Phoebe's exposed, puckered pink asshole, making his mouth water.
Not being able to control himself anymore, Percy placed his face against her asshole, kissing her puckered hole slightly, feeling her aroused warmth emanating from her core. Before he let go of her ass, making her firm asscheeks clap around his face, allowing him to hug his face between her soft, heavenly asscheeks, feeling her soft flesh jiggle around his face.
Phoebe moaned at the feeling, her voice muffled by Atalanta's lips.
Percy growled, the deep, throaty sound making shivers run through the daughter of Ares' trembling body. "Don't stop kissing Atalanta, slut."
Moving downwards so that his lips barely grazed her dripping wet pussy, Percy went to work.
His lips latched around her clit, sucking tightly as his mouth was flooded with sweet, honeyed nectar, making Phoebe writhe and moan, before he moved on to the main course.
This was the true dessert he would have that night, Percy mused, as he spread Phoebe's fat lower lips with his tongue, hungrily sucking on her wet, hot cunt, trying to get her off as quickly as possible. His rough tongue dragged circles around her glistening crotch, his unmatched skills at pussy munching showcased as he made Phoebe buck and grind her cunt into Percy's face, smearing him with her juices.
His lips kissed her pussy lovingly, trying to express all the love he held for her as he kissed her lower lips, spreading her fat lips as he lashed her sensitive, quivering cunt with his rough tongue.
Percy grinned into her wet cunt as he continued sucking on her dripping pussy, enjoying the way she quivered and trembled, inching ever closer to orgasm with every passing second, flooding his mouth with her warm honey. His tongue invaded her tight pussy with brutish force, tasting her.
He just couldn't get enough.
His stubble grazed her sensitive skin, sending jolts of pleasure up her spine, prompting Phoebe to up the crescendo of lewd sounds she was making.
And then, Percy pulled back, deciding he had had enough of her sweet cunt. For now.
He moved out from behind Phoebe, content with staring at the two smoking hot Huntresses make out on the bed as he continued gently caressing Phoebe's sore ass.
His dark eyes gleefully followed the rivulets of warm nectar trickling down the insides of her thighs in arousal, dripping from her hot core onto the bed, and leaving damp, glistening droplets on the black bedsheets.
"Wh-why did you stop?" Phoebe whined needily, breaking her kiss with Atalanta to push her rear towards Percy, shaking her ass to tempt him into resuming eating her out. Her thighs trembled, her pussy ached from the lack of stimulation, and Phoebe almost felt like crying.
She had been this close to orgasming her brains out in what would probably be the best orgasm she would have had yet. Well, at least until Percy fucked her for real.
"Hmm?" Percy raised an eyebrow, not paying much attention to her. He was too busy watching her tits mashed together with Atalanta's, forming a beautiful mass of soft, creamy flesh of two contrasting skin tones, tanned golden and flawless ivory.
His eyes flicked upwards, shooting a grin at the blushing Atalanta, who had been watching him shamelessly ogle her. She quickly averted her eyes from his gaze, biting her soft, pink lips, slightly bruised and glistening with saliva from the passionate kisses the three of them had shared.
"I haven't- haven't..." Phoebe felt her dark eyes water, making her wonder why Percy was being so cruel to her.
But this was a good cruelty. Her body betrayed her, her nipples stiff and throbbing for his attention, her pussy wet and eager for him. The lustful inferno blazing inside her only increased at his denial.
"Oh? You haven't orgasmed yet?" Percy smirked cruelly, his expression betraying his knowledge of how close she had been to an explosive release.
"But you're so wet," Percy muttered, cupping Phoebe's sex. Immediately, warm fluids pooled in his palm, making him chuckle internally as he felt her heat, the quivering of his sensitive thighs and muscles, how sensitive she had become. His palm grazed her soft, fat lower lips, brushing against her clit, and that little bit of stimulation was enough to drive her again to the very edge.
And for the second time, Percy drew away.
"Wh-why are you doing this?" Tears of ashamed, humiliated arousal trickled down Phoebe's eyes as she averted her gaze, biting her lip out of habit. She was unable to meet Atalanta's gaze, fearful of the lust blazing inside her, afraid that her long time roommate would laugh at her slutty, submissive side.
"Hmm..." Percy hummed, tinkering with something he had summoned, careful to keep it out of view of the two curious girls. "I don't feel like having sex right now. I want to take a walk, that's what."
"What- ?"
Phoebe's eyes widened as she felt a warm, yet cool piece of leather fastened around her neck. It felt comfortable, snug around her neck, yet allowing her to breathe freely without chafing.
"What's this?" The daughter of Ares looked down, touching the leather as she tried to look at the article.
Her eyes wandered over to Atalanta questioningly.
"It's a collar." Percy laughed at the alarming rate at which blood rushed to their faces, until they represented open buckets of red paint.
The two Huntresses had similar collars around their necks, a sleek, elegant piece of black leather with golden studs for Phoebe and silver for Atalanta. Both of their collars had a circlet at the back for a chain to be attached, and a heart-shaped piece of metal in the front, -again, gold for Phoebe and silver for Atalanta- that carried their names, and also an elegant, cursive inscription, 'Property of Percy Jackson'. If that wasn't humiliating enough, there was another tag that the two carried, this one detachable, unlike the other, carrying the inscription, 'Private Slut in Training'.
"How do they feel, my beautiful sluts?"
Atalanta blushed, before mumbling shyly, "Comfortable."
Phoebe was blushing too hard to even make an attempt at coherent speech.
"Great, now that the two of you are ready, we can go for a walk!" Percy clapped his hands excitedly, before producing twin chains.
"What is that, Jackson?!" The two screeched in unison, unable to believe their eyes. He wouldn't dare.
"Chains to go with the collar, duh." He rolled his eyes at their perceived stupidity. "We can't go for a walk without a collar and a chain, now can we?"
He paused for a moment, before adding cheekily, "Sorry, correction. Two sexy little bitches like you can't go out for a walk without their owner holding their chains."
"Absolutely not." Again, the two were synchronized, fluttering their eyes at his coarse language. Blood rushed to their cheeks.
Unknown to each other, the same thought was running through each of their minds, 'I wouldn't mind, but Phoebe/Atalanta!'
"Oh, alright, then. I guess I'll just... take the collars and go for a walk alone. Maybe we can resume another time."
Percy tried to repress his grin at this already won battle, trying to put as much nonchalance in his words as possible. Trying to get the act going, he even turned to leave.
"No!" The two girls called out together, extending their arms towards his retreating back in an attempt to stop him from leaving. They blushed as they spotted the other doing the same.
"What?" He looked back over his shoulder, trying to sound bored.
"O-on other th-thoughts, we-we wouldn't mind." Atalanta stuttered out, blushing as he turned towards them, a wide grin on his face.
"Great, I knew you would come around!" Percy cheered, before bounding over, carrying the two chains in his hands. The two man-hating Huntresses, second only to Zoë and Artemis herself, blushed, standing still as Percy fastened the respective chains to their collars.
The click rang through the empty room, silent now that the TV had been turned off.
"Great, now come on." And like any good dom, Percy held the door open for his beautiful, chained submissives, letting them walk out into the cold, October night on the tropical island.
"Won't somebody see us?" Phoebe asked, looking around cautiously as she tried to hide her modesty with her slim arms. Everywhere she looked, she was met with an empty corridor, the entire mansion seemingly deserted, with only the shadows for company.
"Nah, everyone's sleeping. It's past midnight."
Bullshit, and Percy was the only one of the three who could call out his bluff. The moon shouldn't be this low during this time, there shouldn't be a golden glow to the moon, doves weren't supposed to be nocturnal, the owl definitely wasn't from this area, and there definitely wasn't supposed to be a crackling fire in the fireplace. Also, was the night darker than usual?
And he kept telling Thalia that electric blue wasn't the stealthily colour. Neither was hiding on top of the drinks shelf.
At least, kudos to Calypso for wearing dark clothes and a dark hat as she tried to hide in the garden. Perhaps she was not as innocent as she acted.
Stifling his laughter, and purposefully not looking at all the girls he could spot spying on them, Percy led the two cautious girls by the chains he held in his hands. They walked down the stairs, glancing around, but never spotting the things that Percy saw.
They were too busy with the feelings that were assaulting their mind and body for the first time in their long, immortal lives, the oddly pleasant feeling of being owned by someone worthy, of freely submitting to a man they loved over all else.
The gentle tugging on their collars as he led them, the cold air assaulting their skin, sending delicious goosebumps up their warm, flawless skin, and the feeling of their thighs quivering and knees weak with arousal.
Phoebe was worse off than Atalanta, with a mild case of blue clit, stumbling along as if she wore invisible high heels, as her pussy ached in protest, demanding that she satisfied herself.
And Phoebe could- Percy had taken off their handcuffs before they left the room- but she felt like anything she could do, Percy could do much, much better.
And so she persevered, trying to ignore the warm nectar trickling down the insides of her thighs, making her creamy, pale skin glisten, slick with crippling arousal.
The two blushed, their arousal spiking through the roof as they walked through the dark, seemingly deserted mansion. Their fingers quivered to relieve themselves of the growing pressure they felt in their tits and dripping cunts, but they controlled themselves, only barely.
Everyday, they had meals right here, at the dining table. All the girls sat together, laughing and enjoying their food.
And now, Phoebe and Atalanta were stark naked in the same room, barely feet away from where they were barely hours ago, laughing with their patron Artemis, and their sisters. And now, they were naked at the same spot, with throbbing, needy tits and dripping wet cunts, with a hungry, dominant apex predator leading them, tugging the chains attached to their slutty collars, taking them to feast upon their bodies, to satisfy his own, perverse hunger.
Treating them, some of the most feared Hunters in all of history, like they were nothing but slutty bitches in heat, like they were sex toys, mindless slutty bimbos who were only good for taking a good dicking, and being bred and giving him healthy babies.
The thought of being bred thoroughly, over and over again, of being heavily pregnant and carrying Percy's babies inside their womb, of being Percy's slutty bitches was scarily arousing, making them blush in humiliation, mortifying shame and embarrassment.
Percy sighed in content as he breathed in the fresh sea breeze of Ogygia that filled his lungs and buffeted his naked, exposed skin as soon as he stepped through the sliding glass door in the dining room. The night was beautiful, and the two girls waiting patiently behind him only made it even better.
"Great, now what?" Phoebe asked, irritated, trying to hide how aroused and needy she was.
Before she promptly yelped, falling to the sand. Immediately her arms came up to protect her face, and the Huntress landed on all fours in the grassy lawn. Atalanta followed her, landing on the ground on her hands and knees beside the daughter of Ares.
"Jackson!" They cried out, apparently forgetting their position. "What the fuck?!"
"I'm sorry, but I didn't know slutty bitches could walk on all fours. Or talk for that matter." His voice was husky and deep, and the thinly veiled message was loud and clear to the two.
They blushed again, slowly learning the ropes of being a proper submissive for the Dark god.
"Now let's go and take a nice little walk, shall we?" His voice was cheery despite his actions, making their wet arousal throb and quiver all the more.
Following his unspoken command, Phoebe and Atalanta started crawling on the beach on all fours, eager to please their master as they led him in search of a good, quiet spot where they could finally fuck like rabbits in heat.
Determined to give Percy the show of his life, the two sexy little vixens swung their behinds enticingly, making their ass jiggle and bounce, swaying from side to side erotically like some forbidden fruit just beyond Percy's grasp.
The moon bathed them in silver light, making them glow slightly with an ethereal beauty that made them look more divine than mortal, thanks to Artemis' blessing. Their skin glistened, glowing silver as they led him on the beach on their hands and knees.
Sand and dirt dug into the soft skin of their knees and palms, but they found themselves unable to complain, enjoying the feeling of Percy leading them by their collar, a slight tug that guided them with the lightest touch.
This was beyond humiliating, two of Artemis' sacred Hunters, sought after by the entire Greek pantheon like unattainable beauties, degraded like lowly animals as they kneeled in front of a man. As they eagerly, obediently crawled forward on their hands and knees at this man's heels.
Percy grinned as he followed his two obedient Huntresses, just enjoying the quiet moment with his beautiful submissives. His dark, sea-green eyes followed their swaying hips and jiggling butts as if there was nothing else in the world, never straying far from their erotic behinds. His eyes strained to catch a glimpse of their pretty, pink cunts through their thick thighs, dripping and glistening with warm, sweet nectar, which he could still feel on his lips, still taste on his tongue.
His only regret was that he could not see their pendulous breasts, swinging back and forth on their chest as they crawled forward on their hands and knees.
The sea gently lapped at the shore a few feet away, but Percy could not care less. A beautiful, cold breeze buffeted the three of them, ruffling their hair, making them all the more eager and hungry for the others' warmth.
Percy suddenly stopped, halting the two in their tracks.
"What happened, Percy?" Phoebe asked, looking at him worriedly.
He shot her a look.
"What?" She asked, growing slightly annoyed.
"Bitches don't talk."
Blood crept up their necks again at his words, at his lewd meaning, making the two blush hard, staying mute and unresponsive as they tried to digest it.
Percy nudged Phoebe with his foot. "Come on, bark like a good bitch."
Phoebe blushed even harder, her ears tinged red. She could swear there was steam coming out of her ears, as she glared hotly at Percy, trying to get him to think over his next few words, trying to intimidate him.
"Come on, slut, bark or we will stay here until dawn." Percy would not move back, making Phoebe glare harder at him, her entire face red as she conceded defeat, trying to get this over as soon as possible.
She shot a look at Atalanta, trying to threaten the taller girl against saying something embarrassing later on.
"Bark." Phoebe gave the dullest, unenthusiastic bark ever, glaring at Percy for making her do something that humiliating.
The fresh wave of arousal that escaped her dripping cunt, betraying her body's true reactions and her emotions, went ignored.
Percy seemed happy with that.
"Great! Could have been better, we'll work on it." He cheered, before guiding the two Hunters on their hands and knees to a nearby log.
Percy sat down on the log with a small sigh, stretching out his legs as he looked up at the moon. "Beautiful night, isn't it?"
The lust was forgotten in the peaceful moment as Atalanta and Phoebe blushed, cursing him mentally. One moment, they were lustful, on the brink of having sex, shameless and eager, and the other moment, Percy would do something small, insignificant, and they would be the two Hunters again, fierce, but timid in front of him, hopelessly crushing on him, helplessly watching him from afar.
The two nodded in agreement, kneeling on either side of the Dark god as they joined him in watching the starry night sky, temporarily ignoring the bodily sensations they were feeling - the cold wind assaulting their naked skin, the sand and dirt digging into their soft skin. The two stark naked Huntresses felt no shame as they sat on either side of Percy, at his feet like obedient sluts, joining him in wordless consideration.
The moment was soon broken by Percy. "Alright! Now, I'm in the mood for watching the two of you play about for a bit!"
"Bark?" Neither Phoebe nor Atalanta noticed how easily the bark came, nor the absent wave of shame. It came easily, like second nature to them, as if they had been acting like Percy's needy, slutty bitches for years.
Percy shot a look at the two. "Alright, Phoebes. You don't get to orgasm before Atalanta. So, get to work."
Phoebe and Atalanta looked at each other, before looking back at Percy.
"Oh, for fuck's sake, Atalanta, turn around, Phoebe, eat her out. Make it quick... for your sakes."
The blushing daughter of Asteria obeyed, turning around and getting in doggy style as Phoebe moved in between her spread legs. She arched her back, raising her ass in need and anticipation, her pussy glistening and dripping, exposed to Phoebe's hungry gaze.
She laid her cheek on the ground, feeling the rough sand against her cheek and touching her nipples as she twisted her body in an erotic posture, with only her ass raised, swaying and trembling slightly.
Phoebe wrapped her arms around Atalanta's waist, drawing the daughter of Asteria closer, as she buried her face in her dripping snatch, gingerly sticking her tongue in her warm, steamy cunt.
She felt Percy's grip tighten on the chains still connecting them to him, tugging slightly on her neck as she eagerly ate out her roommate.
Her tongue drew circles around Atalanta's wet cunt, teasing her almost as much as Percy had teased her, trying to recreate every single thing he did as he ate her out. This was, obviously, the chaste Huntress' first attempt at eating pussy, and her inexperience was evident as she gave Atalanta a sloppy, unskilled pussy munching, which made Percy grin at her sloppiness.
However, whatever she might have lacked in skill was more than made up for in eagerness, as she pressed her face hungrily to Atalanta's wet warmth, licking and sucking, eagerly swallowing her juices. Her tongue snaked around in her gushing cunt, lapping up the ample stream of fluids she was gushing, trying to search for sensitive spots.
Atalanta moaned and whimpered alternatively as she was eaten out by Phoebe, feeling slutty for being eaten out so vigorously by her roommate. She felt the by now familiar feeling of an orgasm building up quickly, much faster than when she used her fingers alone.
She and Phoebe had masturbated together a few times during their stay at the Hunt, when they had gotten their hands on some Percy Jackson porn merch.
She helplessly fisted the sand, feeling the dirt crumbling between her fingers as she desperately clawed at the ground, trying to relieve herself, trying to keep herself from screaming out too loudly. Her body writhed and twisted like a snake as she tried to keep her raging body under control, but in vain. Her hips bucked backwards, trying to derive as much pleasure as she could from Phoebe's eager, sloppy job, grinding her wet cunt against her face, smearing her face with her juices.
Her toes curled as her thighs trembled, moaning Phoebe's name as she strained at her collar, restrained by the chain in Percy's iron grip.
Phoebe's ruby lips latched around Atalanta's exposed cunt, licking and sucking on her sweet clit, enjoying the constant stream of sweet, warm nectar flooding her mouth.
Atalanta finally came undone with a scream, her body spasming from Phoebe's continued efforts as she orgasmed, feeling better than she had ever had as she fell to the ground limp, her weak knees no longer able to keep her up.
Phoebe snickered into Atalanta's quivering pussy, never stopping her ministrations even as the daughter of Asteria lay in the sand, moaning tiredly. Her hot, pink tongue continued to lap up the sweet juices coating the taller girl's inner thighs, making her perfectly tanned golden skin glisten, slightly salty with sweat. A sweet fragrance joined the saccharine taste, making Phoebe feel lightheaded, lustful, coupled with the heat emanating from both of their bodies.
The cold wing that stung her sensitive areas was now no longer a nuisance, a necessary item to help cool down their overheating bodies drowning in a raging inferno of lust.
Phoebe yelped as she felt a strong arm wrap around her waist, effortlessly dragging her through the sand. Her dark eyes still latched onto Atalanta's limp, tired body, watching her C-cup boobs rising and falling slightly as she breathed heavily.
The next moment, her ruby lips curled up in a beautiful smile of their own accord as they met another pair of lips, feeling Percy shove his tongue hungrily into her mouth in search of any remnants of Atalanta's fluids left in her mouth.
Percy broke the kiss, breathless and panting heavily in lust. Not bothering to conceal the raging boner he was sporting, he allowed Phoebe to reach down and tug off his shorts. The chain that connected to her collar lay with Atalanta's within arm's reach, abandoned in the sand.
The Huntress broke eye contact with the Dark god as she felt his erection finally spring free of the fabric confines of his boxers, and Percy took the moment to marvel at Phoebe's body.
While the kind Atalanta sported a slim, lithe stature similar to the fierce Artemis, the aggressive daughter of Ares shared her short, curvy body with the gentle hearth goddess that everybody on the island loved.
"The pictures didn't lie." Phoebe's words, whispered in awe, brought Percy back to attention, making him grin.
"It's the best, isn't it?" He grinned smugly, feeling his thick meat rest on her stomach.
"Best?!" The daughter of Ares' voice was a few octaves higher than normal. "It's massive! It's almost as large as my fucking arm! How are you going to put it inside me?!"
"Oh, trust me, Huntress, it'll go in very well," Percy whispered against her lips as he rubbed her fat pussy lips with his drooling cockhead. Her tight pussy leaked copious amounts of fluid, that, coupled with his precum provided enough lube, Percy decided.
And he, as was his norm, slammed all of his thirteen inches inside the thousand-year-old Huntress' tight, tight pussy.
His thick meat punched through her hymen, straight past her cervix and into her womb, making Phoebe scream in pain and pleasure, arching her back as she came helplessly, squirting everywhere. Phoebe felt like she would lift off the ground and float off to Elysium from the sheer pleasure she was feeling, making her hold on harder to Percy, to the feeling of having his oversized man meat inside her tight, no longer virgin maidenhood.
"How does it feel to finally lose your virginity and be a woman, Phoebes?" Percy asked, smiling down at the writhing girl.
The red-haired daughter of Ares felt tears well up in her dark eyes, tears of humiliation and pain that also made her want to weep from joy and smile from pleasure.
"It-It feels so good, it hurts, but it is a good hurt... I-I do-don't know, just fuck me, Jackson. Make me your bitch!" She screamed at him, urging him to finally pound her into the sand, to fuck her senseless and then some.
If only entering her gave her the pleasure she felt, enough to make her have the best orgasm of her life, Phoebe shuddered to think what would become of her when he finally chose to treat her seriously.
"Alright, Huntress. Prepare to be pounded into kingdom come." Percy spoke, smirking as he withdrew his hips, so that only his tip remained inside.
"Hah! I can take it." Phoebe replied with false confidence, smirking up at him, trying not to let her confident expression waver. Her thighs shook and trembled with the aftermath of the orgasm that had torn through her body, leaving her little more than a quivering mess, and she felt his cock, throbbing powerfully inside her womb, rearranging her body to fit around it. She wouldn't be surprised if he could lift her up with his cock alone- she could feel his oversized horsecock, as thick and as large as her entire arm, making her stomach bulge obscenely outwards, showing his cock in high detail, every ridge and vein visible through her skin. It felt like somebody had shoved an entire arm up her tight, unyielding pussy, breaking her with one sharp shove- even with only his bulbous cockhead inside her, Phoebe felt stretched out beyond anything she had ever experienced before- his tongue, her fingers, even the dildo that claimed to be the exact replica of his cock, didn't come close. It felt like she was fisting herself, but the feeling was amplified with everything.
What Phoebe wanted to say, if she was even capable of coherent thought at that point, was that she had fucked up.
And the realization hit her as hard as Percy slamming back into her womb.
And the feeling did not relent, nor did Percy's thrusts, as he set up a blistering pace, trying to keep his word of pounding Phoebe into kingdom come. He slammed against the back walls of her womb with every thrust, making her mewl and whimper as he moulded her womb in the shape of his cock, ready to make her pregnant. His balls, heavy with thick, potent cum slapped against her slightly sore ass, making her feel like he was spanking her all over again. He rubbed up against her clit with every thrust, as he slammed his hips against hers, determined to leave her pussy bruised, and her knees weak, thighs trembling and her unable to walk with sore, shaky legs.
His cock seemed to go on forever as he left her, making her feel oddly empty, before he slammed back in with brutal, animalistic aggression. Her velvety walls spasmed around his cock, hugging every ridge and vein greedily, trying to suck him in and never let go, seeking to milk him of his heavy load, until he pumped her womb full of his thick, delicious cream.
Phoebe's eyes rolled up as she was kissed, her body no longer hers as Percy played with her, his hips on autopilot, setting up a blistering pace as they thundered against her crotch, almost threatening to split her in half with his monstrous bitch tamer.
Her tits jiggled and bounced enticingly in front of Percy's salivating mouth, as her body shook and trembled, caught in the throes of a never-ending orgasm. Phoebe would try in vain to comprehend the effect of one thrust before three more would be upon her, drowning the willing, slutty Huntress in a constant sea of lust, and orgasmic bliss. Her inner walls quivered, her glistening thighs trembled, but it was all Phoebe could do to not pass out, to not go insane from this addictive feeling she was receiving.
Percy gritted his teeth, feeling his cock roughly penetrate her womb with every thrust. The Huntress was impossibly tight and wet with arousal, and the orgasms she was experiencing was not helping. Her surprising wet, slickness, courtesy of the constant stream of fluids gushing from her abused cunt was the only thing allowing him to pound her at the breakneck pace he was, her tight, velvety walls hugging his cock tightly and not letting go.
His eyes dropped from her hypnotically jiggling tits and cherry red nipples to her pussy, watching how he drew out her fat pussy lips and labia every time he pulled back.
Percy groaned out softly as he felt himself near his climax after the better half of thirty minutes. His jaw tightened as he tensed his abs in an attempt to stave off his orgasm, trying to pound the almost passed out Huntress for a few minutes more.
That attempt was soon foiled when his gaze met Atalanta's blue eyes, making the daughter of Asteria blush as she was caught watching Phoebe get pounded.
Another groan escaped the Dark god's lips as he felt himself cross the point of no return, making him buck his hips as he leaned back, staring up at the starry night sky as his lower regions erupted in bliss. His breath came in short, ragged pants and gasps as he felt himself cum, spewing thick ropes of fertile seed right in Phoebe's womb, filling her up within seconds.
But his orgasm did not subside, his cock continued to spew mind-boggling amounts of thick cum until he felt like he had emptied gallons inside her womb, not a drop being able to escape thanks to the plug formed by his thick cock still lodged deep inside her unbelievably tight pussy. Phoebe's toes curled in ecstasy as she thrashed around, screaming Percy's name to the heavens as she orgasmed her brains out at the feeling of being pumped full of his cum.
Phoebe's dark eyes watered as she drowned in a sea of lustful ecstasy, her tongue lolling out of her mouth as she stared up worshipfully at Percy. A slight glistening trail of saliva trailed down her cheek, past her ruby lips. Her skin glistened with slight sweat, her C-cup tits jiggling softly as she panted heavily.
She felt her womb distend and bulge to accommodate the ungodly amounts of cum being emptied into her, Percy's cock pumping her full of thick, delicious fluid like a firehose. Phoebe looked down, unable to see past her horribly bloated stomach, all her toned abs gone to give place to a jiggly, fat stomach pumped full of cum. She could feel the thick liquid sloshing around deep inside her cum bloated stomach, making her look heavily pregnant with triplets.
Phoebe panted heavily, letting her body rest limply on the ground. The sand and dirt dug slightly into her bare back, and she could feel the fluids pooling around her crotch. Her dark eyes met with Atalanta's wide blue orbs, and it was all the tired Huntress could do to shoot her roommate a small, tired yet satisfied smile before she laid back, closing her eyes.
She was content, feeling the cum sloshing around inside her. If she had known what this felt like, she would have jumped Percy the first time she saw him.
She gave a low moan, her thighs quivering in another small chain of mini orgasms, sparked off as Percy left her. His thick, fat cock left her once tight, virgin pussy gaping and ruined for anybody else. Thick cum gushed out of her gaping cunt as soon as he left, warm and sluggish against the sensitive skin of her abused cunt, forming a waterfall of delicious jizz that pooled around her ass.
Moaning softly as she wanted to retain the warm feeling of being pumped full of cum as long as possible, the once chaste Huntress, the feared daughter of Ares, Phoebe crossed her legs, trying to keep in all the thick, fertile cum Percy had pumped into her womb.
Percy stared at the girl, a small smile playing on his lips before he moved, ready for the next round. Atalanta's eyes followed his every step, fixating on his strong, throbbing cock still glistening, dripping with Phoebe's fluids, and viscous globs of his seed.
A log was placed, and Phoebe's legs were propped up on them, before Atalanta found herself slung unceremoniously, like a sack of bricks, on the wood. She yelped, her face coming face to face with her roommate's cumstuffed, gaping pussy as she was propped up on her hands and knees, ready to be pounded like the bitch she was.
"Slut, Phoebe ate you out, now it's time to repay the favour." Percy slapped her ass, watching her glistening golden skin turn pink with a single hit. Her perfect bubble butt jiggled enticingly, making his cock twitch in need.
The daughter of Asteria could not help but breathe in deeply, sniffing the intoxicating scent of Phoebe's sex, and the musky scent of Percy's fertile seed, which made her all the more wet and light-headed. If she had not been wet and ready to be pounded after watching Phoebe get the dicking she deserved, she definitely was ready now, Atalanta mused as she felt warm nectar trickling down the insides of her thighs.
She felt Percy get in position between her legs, his powerful cock throbbing with need, nestled between her asscheeks. A strong hand entangled in her golden hair, gripping a firm hold of her head before burying her face in Phoebe's dripping snatch.
"As hot as that staring contest with Phoebe's slutty pussy was, I think I told you to clean her up, bitch." His voice growled out, deep, making Atalanta shiver involuntarily, accompanied by a fresh wave of juices gushing from her eager, greedy cunt. Her nose pressed against the daughter of Ares' pussy, and every time she breathed, her lungs were filled with the aphrodisiac scent that made her insides quiver.
Always eager to please her new owner, Atalanta went to work.
Her tongue lapped up the steady stream of thick cum gushing from Phoebe's pussy, marvelling slightly at her bloated stomach. In all the thousands of years she had spent being her roommate at the Hunt, Atalanta had never seen the red-haired beauty ever look fat, and now, her stomach was horribly bloated beyond proportion, stuffed full of Percy's cum that sloshed about in her womb. Atalanta couldn't help the fresh wave of liquid excitement that escaped her at the thought of being pumped equally full.
Her cheeks red in humiliated arousal, Atalanta continued to hungrily slurp down the mixture of Phoebe's fluids and Percy's cum, sure that she was growing addicted to this tasty mixture that made her tastebuds sing in ecstasy, that made her feel like she was going to orgasm from every single lick. Specks of cum stuck around her lips like pearl droplets as she hungrily ate out Phoebe, looking every single inch the starving bitch she was. The thick, lewd mixture of bodily fluids was slurped up with gusto, making lewd, audible gulps as she drank it down, straight from Phoebe's sacred, innermost chamber.
She felt Percy's rough palms caressing her ass, groping her behind shamelessly and making her moan into Phoebe's pussy.
"Damn, Atalanta. You have the body of a fucking supermodel." Percy's grin leaked into his voice as he played with Atalanta's bubble butt, making her asscheeks jiggle and bounce in his palms. His harsh grip made his fingers sink into her soft flesh, her tanned, golden skin glistening, excess flesh spilling out between his fingers.
Her ass had taken a slight pink tinge as he spanked her, delivering occasional slaps to either cheek, as he felt like it.
"You're a slutty bitch, aren't you?" The effect his words were having on her were clearly visible, making her leak copious amounts of sweet, warm nectar that ran down the insides of her juicy thighs. Percy's lecherous grin broadened as he cupped her sex, feeling the daughter of Asteria's wetness that made her mewl and whimper.
"Yes, you're such a slutty little Huntress, aren't you? I wonder what your sisters would say." His voice was soft and silky, making Atalanta blush down to her neck, her ears assuming a pink tinge.
"How does the meal taste, bitch? Aren't you going to thank me for providing you with such a good meal?"
She briefly pondered on what to say, not stopping her tongue lapping at Phoebe's leaking pussy, before answering, "Bark."
She hoped that her voice would convey her emotions.
But if Percy got it or not was lost upon her, as he spread her asscheeks, nestling his throbbing cock between her ass, sandwiched in her soft flesh.
She gave a slight moan as she felt him rub against her ass and pussy, his oversized length put into full display as he managed to grind against both of her holes at once, smearing her golden skin with the glistening, lewd mixture that coated his ridged, veiny horsecock.
"Should I go with your slutty ass, or your tight, virgin pussy, Huntress?" Percy pondered aloud, making Atalanta blush as she found herself wondering how anal would feel like.
"Hmm... I took Phoebe's pussy, so, I guess..."
"Bitch, give me that ass."
And he yanked her up by the chain still attached to the collar around her neck, which she had all but forgotten, making her yelp as she felt the uncomfortable tug at her neck, making her head yank back. Her back arched of its own accord, accentuating her heart-shaped, luscious, tanned golden rear that made Percy salivate in lustful hunger.
And he rode her into the ground like the butch she was, fucking her in the position reserved for slutty bitches like her.
And she loved every moment of it.
AN: Alright... I feel like this chapter was heavily skewed in Phoebe's favour, but meh, it's too late to correct. It's already 10.2K words, sooo...Keep calm and headbang!