AN: First, sorry for the late update.
Second, the War to End All Wars is out.
Third, you can read this later, the album can't wait!
Fourth, why are you still here? Now, fuck off!
Time: Same Time
Percy searched for the TV remote with his hand, his other arm still wrapped around the slim waist of the beautiful nymph goddess, reluctant to let her go, not that she would leave his touch of her own free will.
Their lips moved against each other in tandem, kissing feverishly and leaving each other's lips swollen. Tongues dancing together, fingers sending each other fleeting touches, burning with desire and always hungry for more.
Percy's musky scent was intoxicating, like a natural aphrodisiac in and of itself, making Styx feel lightheaded, wondering what sort of magic this was, that he could pull off so effortlessly to make the goddess of hatred feel so helplessly needy and weak-kneed, like a lovesick schoolgirl.
Half lidded onyx eyes gazed at sea green, shining with love, diluted by the sinful lust dancing in them, glazed over with a singleminded bestial nature, a primitive objective carved deep in her very genes.
The volcano dormant for so long, erupted finally, given release, finding expression in the sultry moan Styx emitted into his mouth, her velvety tongue entangled with his.
Percy's lips twitched upwards in a lustful half-smile, as she detached herself from his lips, her delectable, soft and full pink lips glistening with saliva, slightly bruised and swollen. Leaning down, she gave him a gentle peck on his lips, before travelling downwards.
His search for the TV remote ended, his fingers clasping the cold plastic and searching for the right button all on their own. In no time, he had the annoying screen promptly turned off, before tossing the remote somewhere deeper into the room, where it lay forgotten, and where it would lie forgotten till the next morning, or perhaps even later.
Percy groaned, his possessive grip on the sexy little minx in his lap tightening, as he felt her lips trail down his neck, peppering his jaw with gentle kisses and leaving a glistening trail of saliva. Determined to leave a mark, a reminder of the awesome night he spent with her, she latched on to a random spot on the side of his neck, sucking on his jugular vein and twirling her hot, silky tongue on his skin, trying to coax a groan from the Dark god's lips. Her hands continued to wander his body, groping and rubbing his chest and abs, lightly tracing the bumpy scar tissue before softly running her delicate fingers over the smooth, impeccably tanned bronze skin.
Percy let her have her fun, for now, as he made himself content with playing the ample, soft flesh on her behind.
Feeling confident, he softly trailed his rough fingers along the smooth skin of her waist, enjoying her muted shivers at his ghosting touch. His one hand ran along the length of her spine, placing his hand on her smooth back as his other hand played with the strings of her bikini bottom, almost on autopilot, seemingly with a mind of their very own.
He pulled, and the strings tied in an intricate, stylish knot gave way easily, like smooth silk, allowing him to easily remove the flimsy piece of clothing and toss it away, allowing him unrestricted access to the best prize of all.
His hands went to work, doing their magic and drawing the desired reactions from Styx, making her mewl and moan and writhe on his chest in ecstasy as his rough fingers played with her soft, bubble butt, molesting her behind shamelessly. Percy's rough fingers dug into her smooth, pale creamy skin as he squeezed her asscheeks harshly, a sadistic gleam in his normally kind eyes that made her shiver.
"You like that, goddess?" He growled out, making her asscheeks jiggle in his hand for emphasis and making Styx whimper.
Feeling weak, she bit down harshly on Percy's shoulder, trying to keep the shaking of her body to an absolute minimum as she weakly shook her head in the negative. Although he barely felt it at that moment, high on lust and adrenaline, Percy was sure it would leave a mark the next morning.
Percy felt his lips twitch as he felt her shake her head from side to side, not letting go of her sharp bite on his shoulder.
"Alright, you don't like that?" He repeated, pressing and probing her soft behind with his fingers, exploring and making a mental map of all her sensitive spots.
He was hopeless when it came to studies, be it mortal or immortal, but give him a fighting technique or girl, he would engrave them both without discrimination in his brain for all eternity.
His fingers probed and groped her ass, pinching her soft skin occasionally and leaving red marks on her pale flesh. He spread her asscheeks in his hands, making her blush as he probed and explored her tight, pink virgin asshole with his rough fingers, learning the terrain of the land.
Percy grinned as he felt Styx shiver and tremble in his arms as he pressed his fingers against her asshole, just dancing around her rim but never entering, denying her of the pleasure she so craved. His rough hands palmed her soft ass greedily, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as his hands wandered back to her slim waist, holding on to her tightly.
"You like that?" He repeated, teasing the goddess.
Styx hesitated, taking longer to answer, unsure of her response.
She seemed to take too long for him to wait, making Percy resume groping her ass shamelessly, squeezing and making her perfect, fat asscheeks jiggle in his hands.
Blushing, Styx finally decided on an answer. Meekly, she shook her head no, again. Her teeth did not leave the skin of his shoulder, but she had now reverted to sucking on his skin and leaving a near-permanent hickey, her tong swirling around his skin. This change was wrought as much by the desire to taste his skin and to leave a hickey, as it was by the ache in her jaw from biting down for so long in solid muscle that felt like steel.
"Alright, goddess. Level 2, then?" Percy smirked at the shiver that ran down her body, as his hands crept up her back.
"P-please..."
"Call me Master. Or sir. Or Daddy, whichever you prefer." Percy offered the goddess, feeling generous. His fingers tugged at the strings at the back of her bikini top, never allowing her the things she wanted as long as she did not acknowledge the effect he had on her.
"Please, Percy..." Styx begged her cruel lover as he withheld the pleasure she so craved, that she knew only he could give her. He could quench her insatiable thirst, but he wouldn't.
Styx loathed feeling submissive. She ruled, she tortured souls, she hated everything. She was one of the most feared goddesses, and here was this Dark god treating her like a common everyday whore. She would not submit to him, not today, not ever. He would be the one to call her mistress, not the other way around.
Percy seemed to have picked up on her thoughts, as he leaned in to whisper huskies in her ear, "No use resisting, princess. You will be mine by the end of this night, I promise you that. The question is, when?"
Styx hated the shivers that ran down her entire body, or the juices leaking from her exposed cunt at his words. Her body betrayed her, feminine sounds building up in the back of her throat as her clit throbbed for his attention, her entire body aflame with desire that only he could sate.
She grinned shakily back at him, propping herself up on his chest with her hands. She could feel his heart beating against his ribs, making her smirk at the effect she had on him.
Trying to ignore the effects he was having on her, she tried to maintain any semblance of control over the situation.
"Bold words, Jackson. Think you can back it up? Or will you be the one on your knees before the night is over?"
He smirked right back at her. "We will just have to see, Styx."
Her fingers twitched for the whip she had used on countless others before him, for torture. This time, her whip begged to be used to control this beast before her.
Even an apex predator could be tamed if you had them by the throat.
Deciding to play it safe, her retreat aided by the knowledge that no amount of pain would be able to stimulate Percy's battle-hardened body, Styx smirked back at him devilishly.
Trying to edge him, she reached back, arching her back to accentuate her breasts as she undid her bikini top, flinging it to the side and allowing her unrestrained tits to lie bare before the ravenous Dark god.
Her tits were perfection incarnate, and yes, nobody said that Styx, on her worse days, wasn't as vain as Aphrodite.
Milky, creamy tits that screamed perfection, perfectly contrasting Percy's dark tone, round and firm on her chest, perky and firm with zero sag, despite their size and weight, even without a bra. Topped with twin cherry nipples that just begged to have his lips wrapped around her sensitive nubs, stiff and poking into the air perkily. Her soft flesh jiggled and bounced gently with every breath she took, and she had seen Percy's eyes fixated on their jiggle countless times back on Ogygia.
But now, when her boobs were bared naked for him to admire and worship reverently, barely inches from his eyes and the warm, velvet lips that Styx wanted hungrily suckling on her tits so bad, he seemed less than impressed. His eyes dipped downwards to her chest as she had expected, but instead of lingering endlessly, he flicked his eyes back up to hers without missing a beat, almost looking bored out of his mind.
"You don't like my tits?" Styx spoke sultrily, trying to hide the shakiness in her voice, trying to ignore the slight cracking of her heart.
"They're a nice pair, but I've seen better," Percy smirked internally at her distress. He had her right where he wanted her, now, to wait.
"Oh, really? Like who?" She replied, trying not to lose in their little game of cat and mouse, no matter how hard Percy made it for her. She accentuated her words with a little shake of her tits, that made her soft boobs bounce and sway side to side, like a luscious, forbidden fruit someone was hanging right in front of Percy's lips.
No matter how much his instincts were screaming at him to take her right then and there, to feast on her body, Percy resisted, clamping down as hard as he could on his self-control. His facial muscles and eyes hurt from the sheer effort it took to keep up his nonchalant facade, to keep his eyes from following her nipples like a snake follows the charmer.
"Like Aphrodite. Annabeth. Artemis. Calypso. Nyx. Hestia. Piper. Drew. Rachel. Even Thalia and Reyna. Better than yours. Tut tut." He clicked his tongue. "4 out of 10. Below average."
His words tore a threatening growl from her throat, making him smirk at her desperation.
"You think you're so great, don't you, Jackson?" She snarled at him, pushing her hips back at his crotch and feeling his massive boner, perhaps even bigger and thicker than a horse's, surely as large as her arm.
Her words faltered as she tried to stifle the whimper from escaping her lips. Her cunt was leaking copious amounts of juices, and as much as she tried to stop it, her hypnotizing hips moved on autopilot, grinding her sopping wetness against his throbbing manhood, separated from his thick meat only by the fabric of his swimming shorts.
"You were saying?"
Styx shook her head to clear the fog in her mind, making her silky raven locks shake from side to side and trying to erect her best smirk on her lips, trying to ignore the feeling of Percy's cock against her cunt. She shouldn't be this weak, she had something to prove here!
"Ye-yes..." She cursed herself for stuttering, clearing her throat. "You are just a little boy, Jackson. Let me show you how adults have fun."
Her words were sultrily spoken, as she let her hand trail down towards the massive tent in his swimming shorts.
Her fingers ghosted across the bulge in his shorts, feeling his throb needily under her touch.
Styx felt a grin twist her lips. "My, my. You're such a big boy... your dick is small, but big for a little boy... Don't worry, you'll grow. You can't compare with my smallest dildo, yes, but I'm sure I'll mould you into the best you'll ever be, little boy."
Her pussy quivered at her own contradictory words. Percy's cock felt like only his head would rip her body in half, that he would own her everything with only a single word. So thick, hard and long... Styx could only pray to whatever deities would listen that she would be able to take his dick without losing her mind, or breaking her body.
Her trash talk brought a predatory grin to Percy's lips.
His grin widened as Styx leaned down to press a wet kiss to his lips, acting like she was the dom. Perhaps she was, even if she was, Percy was sure he could make a sadomasochistic switch out of her by the end of the night.
Her fingers dipped underneath the waistband of Percy's swimming shorts, making Styx let out an involuntary gasp of shock and surprise, mixed with satisfaction, as her delicate fingertips touched Percy's cockhead, slick and glistening with musky precum.
The swimming shorts seemed to act as an insulator, only magnifying the already maddening heat of his dick, as Styx wrapped her soft hand around his head, trying to find his sensitive spots as she tried to stroke him, give him a sloppy handjob to edge him closer to climax, before she intended to take away her hand, to try and break him in.
Her pussy quivered and gushed as she felt her hand slide over his oversized man meat, feeling every ridge and throbbing vein in hyper definition against the soft skin of her sensitive hand.
Percy felt himself growl possessively as Styx stroked his cock as slowly as she could, driving him crazy at her pace.
The goddess of hatred only purred sultrily into Percy's lips as she continued gently stroking him, enjoying the reactions of his body as she kissed him deeply, her hand full of his thick meat, her other entangled in his hair.
Her nimble fingers danced around his sensitive head, teasing him, twisting to add to his pleasure and edge him ever closer to orgasm, yet never allowing herself to yield to her body's carnal desires to take him and ride him raw for hours. His precum smeared his skin, lubing his cock up nicely and making it glisten, slick with his fluids.
Once she thought that he would climax, not that she knew Percy would not come so easily, Styx pulled away, leaving him throbbing uncontrollably, his monster cock stiff and erect, bobbing up and down, its bulbous head glistening as it strained towards her.
She could not help but giggle nervously at his thick, veiny monster, as large and thick as her arm, remembering her earlier, insulting words of him being small. He was the largest she had ever seen, and judging by the stories shared by the others, he knew how to use his tool. The question was, could he handle her?
Styx smiled predatorily, giving Percy's head a sharp jerk by her grip on his raven hair.
His sadistic grin did not falter, nor the predatory gleam in his eyes dim, as he watched her like a tiger watches a deer prance about in front of it, flaunting itself.
"Time to be a good slave and service me, boy." Styx purred sultrily, trying to gauge the effect calling him boy, had on him.
He did not miss a beat, obediently lifting himself from the couch and kneeling in front of her, knowing what she wanted, and making the sadistic Dark goddess grin at his submission.
Oh, hardly did she know, what was to come. The thought made him cackle evilly inside.
Styx sauntered up to the couch, with her hips hypnotically sashaying from side to side, taking a moment to push her delicious looking bubble butt into Percy's face on the way, not that he was complaining. He was gonna eat it later anyway, but on his own terms.
She reclined into the soft couch with a sigh, spreading her thighs and presenting the waiting Dark god with a perfect, tight and wet, little pussy.
"Come on, Jackson, I'm waiting." She gave a seductive little wiggle of her hips to break Percy out of the staring match he was having with her cunt.
Grinning, Percy eagerly dove in for what he believed was going to be a hearty meal.
Peppering soft kisses to her fat, puffy pussy lips to make a mental note of all her sensitive spots, he continued to circle her lips, never diving in, trying to hold out on giving Styx the pleasure she craved. Her arousal was evident from the juices gushing from her cunt and the erotic, muffled sounds she was making. Just a pity Percy couldn't actually see her expression, but it was enough to spur him on.
His arms hooked around her thighs, his hands cupping her asscheeks and pulling her crotch closer to his face.
His tongue circled around her glistening cunt, tasting her saccharine juices on his tongue and lathering her soft, smooth skin with his saliva. Her flesh was warm and soft, just the perfect combination of fat and muscle that continued to draw Percy in to take soft bites and playful nibbles out of.
He continued to tease her, beginning the process to make the strong, obstinate goddess his.
"P-Percy, please~" Her pleas fell on deaf ears, her partner too occupied with teasing her to pay heed to her melting mind and body.
Percy pressed his face to her gushing cunt, ignoring the sweet juices smearing his lips and mouth in favour of the comfortable, lustful heat of arousal that radiated from her sweltering pussy, soothing on his face.
His lips captured her fat pussy lips in a passionate kiss, treating her lower lips like he would kiss her, just without the tongue, swapping saliva and her saccharine fluids.
Breaking apart with a gentle, lingering, loving kiss on her swollen lower lips, Percy licked his glistening lips, cleaning them of her fluids.
Turning his head to the side, he peppered kisses along the creamy flesh of her inner thighs, enjoying how she shivered as he kissed her sensitive, soft skin.
Finding a particularly sensitive spot, Percy latched on, deciding to put Styx on the receiving end of a love bite. Just, instead of somewhere exposed like her neck, he would leave his mark of ownership somewhere where she would always be reminded of his ownership.
Barely inches from her gushing pussy, he worked on leaving a hickey on the inside of her thigh, nibbling her soft creamy flesh and sucking on her sweet, fluid smeared skin, trying to gently coax a love bite into existence, ignorant of the effect his actions were having on his self-christened Mistress.
Her hips bucked towards his face at his torturous actions, fluids gushing from her tight cunt like a waterfall, and her eyes were wide open as she moaned and writhed on the couch.
Styx was a believer.
She was made to worship this Dark god, it was her sole purpose for existing. No use doubting the stories of the others, not a single bit of it was an exaggeration. He already had her on her toes, almost at an explosive orgasm's edge, and he had just been kissing around her thighs and the outside of her pussy.
Percy was on another level, and Styx could not help but accept that. She was a dom, but to an overpowering alpha like the Dark god, she would lovingly be his obedient sub, it was her destiny. To be a switch.
"P-Percy~" She continued to emit sultry moans to vocalise the toe-curling ecstasy his actions were bringing her, making her feel like she could just float off her couch and go off to Elysium.
And just when she was about to explode, Percy decided that his masterpiece was complete, detaching himself from her thigh to admire the glistening purple love bite blooming on her pale, creamy skin.
He pressed a loving kiss to the spot, his tongue darting out to lap up the saliva coating her skin.
Styx was torn between whether to fall on her knees and worship him for bringing her such ecstasy, or curse him for deliberately holding her from the heights of pleasure through his actions.
"Percy, p-please~" She begged him, no longer caring about her dignity.
Percy seemed to understand her wanton lust, her desire for release, or he was plain getting impatient, because he complied with her unspoken request.
Placing gentle, loving kisses on the insides of her thighs, Percy finally kissed her needy, sweltering cunt, his tongue immediately darting out to lap up the sweet juices gushing from her warmth, using his rough tongue to spread her fat pussy lips and gently ease inside.
Styx moaned, throwing her head back at the stimulation, feeling Percy's rough, velvet tongue work wonders on her sensitive pussy.
Her luscious thighs wrapped around his head, holding him in place with his face buried into her dripping snatch, her arm reaching down to fist his hair as he continued happily mucking away at her pussy, eliciting moans and mewls of delight from the goddess of hatred.
Her breaths came in heavy breathless gasps and pants as she tried to keep pace with his magical tongue, but it was a losing battle. It was all Styx could do to not lose composure, her thighs almost suffocating him as she leaned back, erotically vocalizing her ecstasy to the world. Her free hand snaked up her slim stomach involuntarily to grope her breasts, adding to the stimulation that was quickly edging her towards an explosive orgasm, the promised land she had once been denied cruelly by her lover.
Percy continued to hungrily slurp at her cunt, swallowing her sweet fluids with gusto, and making lewd gulping sounds, adding to the erotic cacophony of sounds Styx was making. His tongue writhed around her insides, gently stroking her velvet walls and tasting her delicious body straight from its source.
He retracted his tongue from her depths, continuing to lap at her pussy and peppering gentle kisses on her fat, swollen nether lips, making her moan softly.
He dove in for the kill.
Percy's lips latched onto the goddess' exposed clit, sucking ravenously on her sensitive nub like he would on her delicious, perky tits.
The reaction was immediate.
Styx screamed in pleasure, snapping her thighs around his head and continuing to encourage him with incoherent words and ecstatic cries, bucking her hips towards him as he continued to suck on her clit, adding gentle, playful nibbles here and there.
His stubbly, rough chin grazed her sensitive, sweltering cunt, sending shivers of pleasure up her spine, just adding to the oceans of pleasure his skilled mouth and tongue were inflicting on her. His hands continued to hold her down like a needy bitch as he sucked on her clit, adding gentle, playful nibbles here and there, holding her sensitive nub between his teeth and lashing it roughly with his tongue, revelling in the erotic sounds that he extracted from her delicious lips.
Her grip on his head never loosened, her thighs suffocating him, but in a delicious manner, sandwiching his skull between her strong, soft thighs. Her fingers in his hair tugged and pulled impatiently to match the rhythm of her hips grinding into his face, her body involuntarily bucking, yielding to his whims, to the whims his tongue and lips subjected her to.
And too soon for her liking, Styx was riding on the heights of pleasure once again, almost on the edge of climax.
And again, she was disappointed.
Percy pulled away with a smug grin on his face, easily overpowering the iron grip her thighs had on his head. His chin and lips were glistening with the same fluids that coated her thighs and puffy cunt lips, a continuous stream of aroused nectar gushing from her aroused pussy, that constantly craved the end that would never come.
"P-please, Percy~" Styx whimpered, throwing away all her dignity and faux-dominance to the wind in face of this all-encompassing tempest, a constant onslaught of pleasure that ebbed and rushed whenever she was least expecting it.
"I don't want a blue clit. Please... finish me."
"You know the magic word, little river."
"Please, M-M-maste-ter." She stammered and stuttered in mortifying embarrassment after her futile display, tasting out the new words on her tongue.
For something so alien, Styx had never felt anything so familiar.
But she liked to dominate. She wanted to be the one on top. Then... then why was her body reacting this way?
Percy stood up, towering over her and casting an intimidating shadow over the goddess of hatred. His impressive boner that she had only felt earlier, put into full view, pressing needily against her glistening pussy.
"Don't be afraid, little goddess." He sweet-talked her, spotting her hesitation. "I'll be careful."
"It's not that..." She averted her eyes, struggling to do so as her eyes refused to live his muscle packed chest.
She bit her lip, her teeth sinking into her soft flesh in a sexy gesture. "I... I have always been on top."
"So have I." Percy's fingers stroked through her silky raven hair, soothing her. He cupped her cheek, his other hand trailing down her neck in a soothing manner, making her shiver and sending goosebumps up her skin as he ghosted fleeting touches, across her pale, smooth skin without giving her the stimulation she craved.
Styx's cheeks erupted in a small blush as he dipped his finger between her ample breasts, feeling her warmth as he trailed down her cleavage.
"P-Percy~"
"Being submissive to your partner is nothing to be ashamed of. Nor is being dominant. You are the best of both worlds, Styx. You're a switch. You can be what is needed. With me, you're a beautiful submissive, but with others, you're what is needed."
A grin tugged at the corner of his lips. "Perhaps I can let you dominate one of the other girls when the time comes."
"For now, though, sit back and enjoy, little girl." He teased her, leaning down to steal a stealing kiss from the goddess of hatred.
Percy stood back up, placing a knee on the edge of the couch for leverage, and making Styx scoot backwards as much as she could, eyeing him impatiently in aroused anticipation.
Percy took hold of her ankles, putting them over his shoulders in a classic mating press position, but not before he pressed his lips to her dainty ankles in a gentle kiss, and making Styx blush cutely at the gesture.
His cockhead pressed against her fat cunt lips eagerly, throbbing and twitching uncontrollably. "You ready, little river?"
Styx looked annoyed. "Stop babying me, Per-"
At the look he shot her, she corrected herself, blushing slightly, "Master."
"Respectfully, now."
"Yes, Master. I'm sorry, Master."
"Good. So, I won't baby you anymore. You sure you can take it?"
She nodded her head eagerly, making her raven locks fly everywhere. Quite involuntarily, her eyes dipped down to his oversized, throbbing meat, making her gulp as she finally took in its size and thickness, the powerful throbbing veins that crisscrossed his skin and making her gulp partly in nervousness and partly in raw, primitive hunger.
Percy allowed her to ogle his dick, and involuntarily inflate his ego for a few seconds, before he kicked into action. His grip on her delicious thighs tightened, making her mewl and whimper at his rough iron grip, before he pushed his hips, allowing his powerful cock to do most of the work in entering her tight, juicy cunt.
The endless stream of juices gushing from her cunt acted as lube, allowing his easy entry into her cunt, his bulbous head easily easing past her greedy, fat pussy lips that eagerly swallowed his cock, making him groan.
In any other situation, Styx would have teased him for the reaction, but she was less than capable of coherent speech herself. Only the first few inches of his cock buried in her sopping pussy made her feel like he was going to rip her in half, and he showed no signs of stopping.
Deciding to get it over with, like he often did, Percy slammed all of his monstrous thirteen inches into Styx's tight, lithe body, making the goddess in question scream in ecstasy as she finally came undone.
"Fuck!" Styx almost screeched, not being able to believe the beautiful reactions her body was giving him, making her squeal and squirt and around him, her tight velvet walls spasming around him in an explosive orgasm that made her eyes roll into the back of her head.
Percy allowed her to ride out her orgasm, content with burying his head in her hair and sniffing her scent, feeling her warmth, his cock throbbing in the depths of her sacred womb, violating her entire body.
When Styx came to a few minutes later, she put her soft hand on Percy's rock hard chest, weakly trying to push him off. "Give me some... time, P- Master. I'm still sensitive."
"Good. Then you can serve the punishment well." His words made her heart stop momentarily, before her pulse picked up, beating faster than a racehorse in excitement. "Think you can keep up, slut?"
"M-Master?" Her eyes fluttered in disbelief, a slight gold tinge colouring her cheeks at his coarse wording.
"Yeah, you got that right. Prepare to get ploughed, slut." He stopped, thinking for a few seconds, before adding as an afterthought. "I do feel sorry for the couch, though. Meh, the couch can handle it. But can you?"
His words, fuelled with an arrogance that Styx had a feeling he could more than back up, made her feel even more weak-kneed and needy. "P-Please, M-Master, n-no more..."
Her mind said one thing, but her body and heart desired another, and it seemed that Percy did not need her words to read her.
Without breaking eye contact with her, staring deep into her onyx eyes with dark sea-green eyes that swirled with power and lust, he retracted his hips, before bucking back into her, and sending himself as deep as he could go.
Styx moaned wantonly at his sudden thrust, her hand coming up to muffle the lewd sounds escaping her lips. Her body betrayed her, though, her sensitive, quivering cunt spasming around his cock in another mini-orgasm, gushing juices that only added to the slickness, allowing him to thrust faster, harder, and more smoothly, without obstruction.
Her velvet walls hugged his cock hungrily, needily, sucking him in and moulding to every ridge and vein of his thick horsecock, making Styx feel every centimetre of his cock whether she wanted it or not.
And she was torn about that. On one hand, it only added to the sea of bliss she was swimming in, but on the other, she hated how easily she climaxed, melting like clay in Percy's hands.
His skilled hands never stopped massaging her thighs, moulding and molesting her soft flesh shamelessly, only adding to her ecstasy and taking away all power from her legs in the most pleasurable way possible.
Styx continued moaning and mewling as Percy set up a rhythm, slow for his usual standards, but careful, keeping in mind her sensitive, undoubtedly aching cunt from three, possibly four, denied orgasms.
His hips retracted halfway, before bucking in, making his balls, heavy with thick, potent cum that made the goddess drool in hunger, slap her ass, making her feel like she was getting spanked, and leaving red marks all over her pale skin. The outline of his meat was visible in an obscene, cock shaped bulge through her stomach, every ridge and vein visible as his oversized horsecock ripped apart her tiny, lithe body.
His cock was another story, entirely. His thick, oversized man meat rearranged her insides as nobody had done before, or, admittedly, she had thought even possible. It spread her walls to fit him, undoubtedly ruining her for any other man. Not that she would be able to even feel any other man after feeling the lustful fires he ignited inside her, the way he played with her body as he knew her for years, inside and out, every nerve, every sensitive spot. His cock left her tight pussy gaping and empty every time he retreated, only to fill her up once more with a vicious, strong thrust that made her whimper, providing more and more pleasure with every thrust until Styx felt like she would float off into wonderland, in a state of perpetual bliss.
His entire body was on another level, from his oversized horsecock ripping her in half to his heavy balls, his diamond-hard abs and broad, muscle packed chest, his biceps flexing, his muscles tensing.
His hair stuck to his face with sweat, which rolled down his sharp jaw and dripped from his chin, rolling down his chiselled frame like a diamond bead on smooth, fully edible copper. Styx had never wanted to lick sweat off a man so bad.
And throughout it all, his sea-green eyes never broke eye contact with her, even as he broke into a blistering pace, fucking her tight cunt in just the way a heated bitch like her needed.
Styx thought that it was the hottest thing she had ever seen.
And if that wasn't enough, his body was augmented to an unfair level by his sheer, unparalleled skill, honed over several years of making girls scream his name. He still bore a few scars on his back from some of the more... expressive ones. Or the ones with long nails. Fuck, that must have hurt like hell.
Styx could only moan wantonly, all control of her body taken away from her by this god, who subjected her to his whims, playing her like a puppet on strings with his skilful fingers, that massaged her soft flesh, his lips that caressed her skin, leaving trails of fire burning in their wake. He played her like a toy, pressing and probing all her sensitive spots in order, in a strange, carnal rhythm she couldn't ever hope to remember, nor even dare to imitate.
He groaned, throwing his head back as she climaxed again, just another one in an endless chain of bliss that he had lost count of, long ago. Her velvet walls clenched and massaged his thick cock deliciously, trying to milk him of his load, spasming around him as she came, gushing her sweet fluids all around him.
When he looked back at her with eyes dark with lust, yet showing a frightening amount of control, her heartbeat picked up, somehow managing to beat even faster until she felt like her chest would burst. His silky raven hair stuck to his glistening forehead, his lips curled into a half-smirk, showing off his sharp, gleaming white teeth.
Her thighs trembled beneath his grip.
"You seem tired, slut."
It was a simple statement of fact, that even the dumb could tell.
"N-no, Master. I-I c-can go on." Styx cursed herself for stammering, or sounding so weak, all her strength seemingly sapped away by Percy's mere presence. His powerful thrusts did not stop, his hips still jackhammering her cunt, his cock still violating her womb with every thrust.
He cocked his head, seemingly thinking of a response to her obvious lie. His body continued to move almost on autopilot, bringing her pleasure that she could never hope to match without him, without even a thought, treating her like she was a toy, beneath his notice, that he could attend to at his leisure, whenever it suited him.
It should have angered her, but the aroused quivering in her ravaged pussy told otherwise.
Eventually, a smirk she did not like one bit, despite what her body told her, broke out on his face.
"Then, let's check how long you can last, shall we, slut?"
"M-Master?"
Before she had an opportunity to comprehend what he was doing, Percy had shifted, using his long reach to pinch her sensitive nipple in one hand, his other hand curling around her clit in an equally harsh iron grip, making her whimper and mewl.
"M-Master~a-ah", Styx hated sounding so weak and needy like a little kitten, but she could not help the feminine sounds escaping from her lips. The gleam in his eyes only added to the erotic nature of the situation, adding to her pleasure and only bringing her closer to the edge of another orgasm.
"Great, time for a quickfire round, kay?" Percy's voice grew distinctly husky towards the end, something which only happened whenever he was struggling to maintain control. All the main signs of his impending orgasm were there, husky voice, tense abs, and the rapid, frantic thrusting on his hips against hers.
Her ass was red by now, her fat pussy lips bruised and sore. Her legs were weak, she was sure that she wouldn't be able to walk the next day.
Percy growled at her lack of response, making Styx hurriedly correct her oversight.
"Y-yes, Master." Her voice was shaky, her tits jiggling uncontrollably with the added force behind his thrusts. She felt like she would have floated off to Elysium, if only Percy was not there holding her down, grounding her to Earth. His cockhead battering her womb, his balls slapping her ass. His fingers pinching and tugging at her sensitive flesh, bringing a burning, painful ecstasy washing over her.
"Tell, me who are you?"
"I-I'm Styx-" His fingers twisted her clit painfully, dangerously, bringing tears to her eyes even as her pussy quivered deliciously. "I'm your beautiful switch, Master."
"What are you?" He growled out, getting off on her words, the feeling of her spasming pussy tightening around his cock as she insulted herself.
"I'm your toy, to do as you want, Master. My purpose is to do whatever you tell me to do, to suck your cock when you tell me, to be bred by you and to bear your children." Her voice wavered, a whimper of relief, and at the same time, hurt disappointment, escaping her lips when he loosened his harsh grip on her sensitive flesh. "I'm your little river, your little slut, your little switch, I'm all yours, Master. Whatever you want me to be."
Her back arched as Percy hilted himself inside her, making her throw her head back, screaming to the world in ecstasy. Her eyes fluttered shut as she had her most explosive orgasm yet, making her chest shake as she gasped for breath, her velvet walls milking Percy's cock, feeling every ridge and vein of his oversized meat throbbing, lodged deep inside her.
Percy leaned down, pressing his lips against her neck, feeling her veins throb under his lips, so full of life. Her scent in his nostrils, intoxicating, her silky raven hair tickling his face.
He groaned against her skin, enjoying the shivers she responded to the husky sound with.
"I'm going to cum, little river. Where do you want it?" He playfully nibbled her neck, allowing his sharp teeth to ghost against the smooth skin of her delicious neck, enjoying the way she gulped nervously.
"All over me, M-Master. Cover me with your thick cum, and mark me as yours." The thought of him marking her, not with something so flimsy like cum, but branding her, tattooing her... it sent another fresh wave of arousal gushing from her pussy.
Percy kissed her jaw, forcing her to hold her head in that position, staring at the ceiling, only able to feel and never see the wonders Percy was inflicting on her body.
She could almost feel his smile against her skin. "As you wish, little river."
He moved almost too fast for her to keep up.
Before she knew it, Styx was kneeling obediently before Percy, having been moved too quickly for her to even follow, showing off his ungodly speed and strength as he moved her like she weighed less than a feather.
His hand entangled in her hair, caressing her locks as he guided her head to his throbbing cock, eager for her touch, barely inches from her lips.
He pushed his hips, making his head press against her lips impatiently, smearing her swollen lips with glistening, musky precum.
Percy growled dangerously, spurring her into action. "Are you waiting for a fucking invitation, slut?! Work it!"
For an immortal goddess, someone with sexual experience unlike the maiden goddesses, Styx had never given anybody a blowjob. It was too degrading and humiliating for her tastes, yet, here she was, sloppily sucking this Dark god's dick, dignity after dignity getting snatched away by her cruel dom.
Her eyes watered at the humiliation as she obliged, her body betraying her mind and eagerly swallowing his delicious meat, slobbering all over his thick thirteen inches.
"Fuck, you're one starving slut." Percy commented with a smirk, watching Styx blush. But that did not stop her efforts, and the goddess of hatred kept diligently trying to take more of his cock down her throat.
"Here, let me help you with that." The Dark god, ever a gentleman, offered.
Styx knew it was a bad idea, but she nodded nevertheless, feeling too far gone to back out.
She came to regret the decision immediately, as Percy grabbed a hold of her hair, pulling it into two fistfuls as he bucked his hips, sending his thick cock as deep as it could go down her throat.
No, the mini orgasm she had from his rough action did not count as loving his decision.
However, there was nothing she could do, against his will and against her body's own will, allowing Percy to do as he wanted to her, using her face like he abused her sore pussy, ramming his cock down her tight throat. Her muscles undulated around him, spasming and massaging his cock as she involuntarily gagged and choked, slobbering all over his thick meat.
Her throat was sore after only a few thrusts of his powerful hips, saliva dribbled past her swollen lips, and tears rolled down her flushed cheeks, but still, Percy did not relent on his onslaught.
"You look so beautiful like that," Percy muttered, making her look up at him with watery onyx eyes, shivering as she met the unflinching gaze of dark sea green.
His lips curled into a dark, scarily arousing smirk. "Just like a slut should be. On her knees, cleaning her Master's cock with her tongue. You love the taste, don't you? You probably want to suck my cock for every meal."
He waited for some time, before giving her head a harsh jerk, making her whimper on his cock. "Answer me when I am talking to you, slut!"
Styx immediately pulled her luscious lips off his glistening dick, her hand coming up to tend to his slick, glistening cock as she answered, hurriedly, her eyes shining with a combination of fear and lust. "Yes, Master. I want to suck your cock for every meal. I want to taste your cum. You will dump a huge load in my little tummy, won't you, Master? Please?"
She stuttered between gasps and pants. Her swollen, slightly bruised lips glistened with saliva and precum, her heavenly tits jiggling deliciously with every heaving breath she took.
Her small, soft hands stroked his cock, gliding easily over his meat, slick a d glistening with her saliva.
"That's up to me to decide, isn't it, slut? Now, get back to work!"
"Yes, Master-" Styx squeaked cutely as Percy impatiently pulled her head forward again, eager to feel the warmth of her hot mouth, her velvety tongue and throat around just cock again.
His initial thrust missed, making his thick cock slide against her cheek and smearing her face with a mixture of her saliva and pre. Her lips hit his hips, that must have hurt.
But Percy did not care, realigning her head and thrusting again.
This time, his head met her eager, puffy lips, allowing him to begin facefucking her again.
Percy went in deep, ruthless with his short, machine-gun thrusts as he violated her tight throat violently, bruising her swollen lips all the more. But he was long past the point of caring, as his orgasm inched closer, the gagging of his girl on his cock, her choking on his thick meat but still not pulling off, only struggling to go deeper, all of it, the feeling, the lewd sounds, her messy face, all of it added to his pleasure, making him screw his eyes shut as he pulled out at the last minute, feeling his cock throb and churn.
"You don't deserve to be fed by cum, slut. Eat it yourself." He growled, feeling her hands go to work on his cock without missing a beat, stroking and twisting and massaging his meat, running her soft hands over every ridge and vein.
"Yes, Master." She responded meekly, too occupied with worshipping the thick, diamond-hard meat that had broken her, her lips trailing worshipfully over his veins, her tongue dragging along the length of his glistening, delicious cock like his obedient bitch.
But she did not care. All that she cared about was his pleasure, the feeling of his cock throbbing against her face as she nuzzled it like a bitch, loving the way his meat spread the dirty mixture of her juices, saliva and his precum all over her face. All that she cared about was all the juices she had lovingly slurped from his meat, and the meal that was to come.
She squealed in happiness when Percy's dam finally broke, with only a soft groan as a warning, his cock throbbing uncontrollably in her soft, small hands.
Working quickly, she angled his cock right at her face, closing her eyes and sighing in erotic delight as she felt her face getting splattered with the first rope of his thick, warm cum.
Percy continued cumming with no sign of stopping anytime soon, his cock pulsing and spurting thick, creamy cum, much thicker than whipped cream, and much tastier.
She fought the urge to lick up his cum, to allow him to feed her his thick jizz, remembering his earlier words, suppressing her desire to favour his order, despite feeling it, so delicious, on her lips. His intoxicating, addictive, aphrodisiac scent was stronger than ever, making her feel light-headed and drunk on lust.
Once Styx felt like her face had been buried under layers of cum, she switched, angling his cock towards her chest, wanting to feel her tits splattered with his delicious seed.
After a few minutes of bliss, Percy opened his eyes, smirking on reflex as he finally looked down, at the kneeling goddess.
Her pale skin was buried layers of thick cum, her ruby lips invisible. It was in her raven hair, making it sticky. Her onyx eyes, glazed over with lust that made his cock twitch at the slutty look she sent him.
"I love your cock, Master~" She moaned sultrily, opening her mouth to show him that she hadn't tasted even a single drop of cum, obeying his orders.
Percy's eyes flickered from her face to her heaving tits, covered and dripping with thick cum that made her look like she had taken a bath in it. Another twitch of arousal at the thought. Thick globs of white fluid dripped from her stiff nipples, poking from the pale, smooth round globes of flesh on her chest. Random patches of white covered her body, thick and viscous, rolling down the curves of her slim, toned stomach and dripping to the floor from her red, abused clit, pooling in the clear puddle of nectar around her crotch.
In Percy's opinion, the slutty 'I'm-a-needy-bitch-covered-from-head-to-toe-in-my-Master's-cum' look was the sexiest Styx had ever pulled off.
He growled, stopping her in her tracks. Like a deer caught in headlights, Styx stopped her motion to suck, and lick up the cum from her nipples, still holding her cum covered breasts centimetres from her mouth. "Get up, slut."
At his words, Styx scrambled to her feet, her body not needing her mental input to follow her Master's words, moving on autopilot. Even when all her mental capacity was fried, too overloaded with the feeling of his seed, and the urge to taste his cum to function properly, her body knew, not to disobey her Master.
Styx stumbled on weak legs, caught by Percy. The Dark god wrapped an arm around her waist, stabilizing her, and making the goddess look up at him thankfully.
Percy smirked down at her, harshly slapping her ass and making her yelp cutely. He squeezed her asscheek harshly, enjoying the inflamed warmth of her cool flesh, the way his fingers sank into her soft flesh.
"Show me around the house, slut. We won't leave until you have learnt how it feels like to be fucked on every surface of this house." He growled.
And so, Styx showed her Master around her home, walking on shaky legs.
"The bedroom first, slut."
It was not helped by the hand groping her ass.
AN: Again, sorry for the late update. I was busy with real-life duties. Onto other matters, I was initially gonna include golden shower in this chapter, but then I thought, nyeh. Do you want that? If so, then perhaps it can come later sometime.
Keep calm and headbang!