Piper Maclean
Now, she was something of a bad girl, a thief of sorts. Granted, she had done that not because she enjoyed stealing for its own sake, nor did she do it fore the thrill (well, not entirely). No, she did it for the attention, for the fact that they knew it was her. They knew that she would have done it, that she took what they valued, and even if they got it back in the end, why, their eyes were on her. Their attention was on her. And that was when she felt most alive, when the loneliness was held at bay.
But it never lasted. It was never more than a small hit, just a little taste of what could be, soured and tainted by what she needed to do to get the attention in the first place. But it was better than nothing. Still, as she started to change, as puberty came for her, she noticed something else she could steal away. Yes, she could steal away trinkets and valuables, but none of that tasted so sweet as stealing away someone's heart, of someone's love. Of winning against another woman as she took their man.
And then she came across HIM.
She played the games, she knew Percy Jameson. She had memorized everything about him, as she imagined herself in the girls places, as she clung tight to the best husbando in the series. And then she meet the real thing and she was lost, swept away into the sea. Because, even as she watched, he was taken, claimed by another and what was he, if not loyal unto and beyond the gates of death? She wanted that, she craved that. And that stormcursed bitch would not share, and so she had to do what she always did. She stole him.
Not for long, as she looked up at him, her eyes watering as his strong fingers ran through her hair, knees aching even as he rammed his length inside of her, all but stabbing her throat. Little drops of pre, which tasted of loyalty and love and hope and greatness danced over her tongue, mixed with her saliva as she choked on that length, her hands on that ass. Her eyes, pink and rich with need and lust looked into sea green eyes, shrouded in mystery even as he loomed over her and took her.
When he threw her onto the bed and pinned her ankles by her cheeks, as he started to ravage her, as he sank into her and she mewled and clenched, her sex rippling and kissing, milking the cock like it was another mouth as he fucked her. There was little gentle about how he took her, how he bottomed out and stretched her. His eyes never left hers, even as he slammed into her, as she felt her sex bruise and swell. She cried out as he came with no warning, no sign or consideration.
Not until he reached down and flipped her and started fucking her like the bitch and heat that she was.
Several loads later, as he left... she smiled up at the hidden camera and winked, shooting it a kiss as she went to go and see about sending the video to that bratty goth of a cuck.
Thalia
She moaned around his dick, having already gotten herself wet as she masturbated to the video. "She had these pouty lips, soft and eager, and she was really good at controlling her throat muscles. Though the thing was? I could swear she had a second mouth between her legs."
She shivered, as HER Percy looked down at her, hand moving gently through her hair. "The bronze skin was different, it was more than a tan, not quite the same shade as riptide, but its close enough to really tell the difference when my cum coated her face, tits and ass." She whimpered, thighs rubbing together. "And her eyes..." He sighed. "They actually changed shape and color, even as I was buried deep down her throat like this." His hands and hips twisted, as he pushed, as he sank deep inside of her. "Still, yours are the best to look into before going to sleep."
He was such a dork, as he pulled out, as they moved to the big and comfortable chair, as he slipped inside of her as the music played. Just a nice and cozy evening, as they cuddled together, as he was buried deep inside of her, his cock coated with the sexual fluids of a daughter of the goddess of love... and yet, he came back to her. He would fuck them, pump them and dump them, and come back to her. She leaned in, nuzzling him, lips moving over the hickies as she kissed and licked and nibbled.
There wasn't too much more to say, as she smiled and raised an eyebrow. "She was tight. A silken vice around my dick as I hollowed her out. And like I said, it was almost as if she had a second mouth to suck me off as I fucked her." Her muscles clenched and she felt herself cum from that, a smile on her lips. "Yeah, she is a younger and tighter model, but..." He paused, his lips moving to capture hers in a kiss. "She isn't you."
Because he would always return to her. Because that is who he was. Her eyes moved to a particular painting, as she shifted her hips, as she rocked up and down. There was only one other girl she would be willing to openly share with... and as ironic as it sounded coming from her? Until she got out of the cuck chair, watching was all she was going to get.
Annabeth
She whimpered, as she watched them, her fingers slipping inside of her folds even as she bit her lower lip, eyes locked onto Thalia's as she winked, as she mouthed the words. A part of her looked to the collar that was on the peg in the room. She could keep sitting on the chair, the words 'my little Cuck' on it... or she could put on the collar saying 'OUR good girl' and join them. But, if she did that, she would have to admit she had made a mistake, that she had been wrong. And things were good right now, right?
Why ruin a good thing, something that worked for them. Even if... even if things could have been different, if she had been wiser, been smarter, if she asked some questions instead of assuming. If she did, she could be eating that ass as Percy fucked her, as Percy said how much he liked her and Thalia moaned and would give her headpats. But, if she went out now, that would be admitting, as Percy moved to hold Thalia, standing up as they kept fucking, that she had made the wrong choice back then.
And she... as she cried out, back arching and voice mingling with Thalia, she could not do that, her cheeks and eyes burning.