AN: I know, this update is long overdue, so... Sorry for that.
And a very happy new year to y'all as well, here's to hoping that 2025 will finally be the year when this shit is finished. Wow, imagine wishing y'all happy new year almost at the end of February. Took almost two months to pump this baby out. Fuck.
Also, I noted that most of my author's notes lately have just been me apologizing for late updates... Hmm, I wonder what's up with that.
This time my excuse is that my students again had their exams in the middle of me writing this chapter, so I had a fuckton of poorly written answers to go through with only a cup of pure caffeine and a headache. And after that, I took a well-deserved break.
Also, this chapter is 15K words long, twice the size of my normal chapters, so be grateful.
Also, a little disclaimer, the spellchecker I normally use is not working properly, so this chapter might be a bit wonky in terms of spelling. Maybe I'll edit this later when I get it working properly again.
Anyways, happy reading.
Percy stood at the pier in his underground garage, his hands on his hips as he looked up at his yacht with a small frown.
The Blue Cookie honestly looked like it had seen better days. Maybe Percy should have covered it with a tarp when he had left it, or at least scheduled some sort of regular maintenance when he had forgotten completely that it existed.
But now, it was looking much better than he could have expected.
The floating light orbs which doubled as magical servants for those at Ogygia seemed to be capable of a great many things, including, but not limited to, completely repairing a neglected yacht until it was almost brand new, that too, in less than two days.
They had been working through the entire night and had somehow even managed to restock the onboard pantry and the bar, and had even replaced the faded cushions with new ones, making sure that the deck looked as lively and vibrant, colourful as ever. Even the slight stains of neglect on the polished deck were nowhere to be seen, the glossy wooden finish shiny and brand new. The exterior was also new, with the sign of the Blue Cookie having been repainted, and now, all that was left was a few finishing touches on the engine repairs, and to refuel the yacht- although they had a sail, it wouldn't help much to always rely on the wind, though Percy supposed that wasn't entirely true with Thalia onboard.
"Ope." He dodged to the side as another glowing orb zoomed past him, carrying multiple heavy tools like screwdrivers, hammers and wrenches multiple times its own size, wrapped in glowing tendrils of light. Percy watched it zoom up the gangplank and off into the deck, at which point, he lost sight of it.
"Isn't it harder to carry those tools than to just do it yourself?" He cocked his head, wondering why the orbs needed tools when they didn't have hands in the first place and could use their tendrils to just do whatever they needed done. His long, messy hair fell across his face in silky strands that veiled his curious eyes.
"You can't always logic with magic, Percy." A soft, warm voice from behind made him turn.
"Oh no, I wasn't trying to logic with it- I gave up on that even before I knew I was a demigod. I was just wondering." He shoved his hands into his pockets, his dark, sea-green eyes gleaming mischievously as he grinned boyishly down at the newcomer. "You look lovely, Hestia."
"You look lovely too, Percy." Hestia smiled back at him.
She stood barely half-feet away from him, holding a closed basket- undoubtedly full of all sorts of delicacies that she had spent the entire morning making in the kitchen. Oh goddess of the hearth, indeed.
Hestia looked as cute and sexy as ever, with her flawless, pale creamy skin glistening with slight sweat in the sweet summer heat, small mercurial beads that looked like nectar to Percy's hungry eyes, and a little pink blush dusting her cheeks. Warm brown eyes, homely like a steaming mug of hot chocolate looked at him shyly underneath soft, silky brown hair that fell past her shoulders in gentle waves. Hestia was as short as ever even in her mature body, reaching only till his chest, till her soft, full pink lips were just the right height to kiss and worship his sculpted pecs.
"My beautiful goddess." She was wearing a simple, white tank top with some ice blue booty shorts, an article which was a bit too risque for Hestia's normal attire, but one that Percy appreciated a lot, nonetheless.
The tank top was slightly damp with sweat, showing off the familiar scarlet bikini top that she had underneath, doing barely anything to hide the pink-tinted, creamy skin of her ample, soft breasts from spilling over. Percy felt his own body warm up as he ogled the shy goddess shamelessly, enjoying the way she presented herself for his viewing pleasure, squirming in place and clearly struggling to not cover herself up. Yet, she arched her back, pressing her clothed breasts towards him in a silent plea, flaunting her curvy body and showing off the scarlet bikini top, her lovely flawless skin clearly visible through her translucent tank top.
Her massive breasts jutted out like a shelf on her short frame, and the tank top hung off her soft flesh, leaving her soft midriff and cute bellybutton exposed for his hungry eyes, the soft skin of her abdomen a silent invitation for him to sink his teeth into her. Her slim waist led to wide, child-bearing hips, with prominent hipbones that seemed custom-made for Percy to use as handholds while he bred his fertile goddess. The silky strings of her skimpy bikini bottom rode high on her hipbones, peeking out underneath her booty shorts, a tantalizing tease that just made him feel even hotter.
The booty shorts she was wearing seemed like something that Aphrodite had picked out of her, because it was somehow even skimpier than a modest bikini bottom. The only thing it did was accentuate her assets even more than it already was, showing off her thick, perky ass and prominent, mouth-watering cameltoe, that made Percy's cock throb in response. The skimpy fabric was stretched taut around her thick, creamy thighs, digging into her soft flesh and looking more like she was wearing a belt than anything with how short it was.
And completing her attire was a pair of cute Hawaiian flip flops on her small, dainty feet, which seemed almost tinted pink with how fair her skin was. Percy had never had a foot fetish before, but looking at Hestia's cute, small feet, he felt like his preferences might need reviewing.
The hearth goddess had dressed to impress. Compared to her, he felt woefully underdressed, though the way she was eye fucking him with that seducing gaze spoke otherwise.
Hestia felt her body heat up, her brown eyes reflecting the lust that she felt. It had been an entire week since she had had her guts rearranged by her Master, and her pent-up frustration reflected in her gaze.
Percy looked ruggedly handsome and manly, the bits of femininity that his appearance was touched with only seeming to painfully highlight how aggressive his look was. He could pick her up in his arms and break her on his cock until she was a mindless breeding toy, and he looked like it.
His long, silky raven hair was pulled into a messy man bun that did nothing to contain all the rebellious strands that framed his face and stuck to his glistening, perfectly tanned bronze skin. His dark sea green eyes and lovely, cupid bow lips that hid sharp, gleaming white teeth and a hot, velvet tongue as delicious as ambrosia. A sexy, small, three-day-old stubble darkened his sharp jaw, accentuating a jawline that looked incomplete without a few hickeys decorating it.
Percy wore a simple pair of khaki shorts and an unbuttoned Hawaiian shirt, preferring to let his heavily tattooed, sculpted body do the speaking rather than any piece of fabric. The brightly coloured shirt seemed to only accentuate the dark ink of the tattoos, accompanied by the silver glint of small, fang-shaped earrings and dog tags that jingled on his neck, producing music sweeter than a windchime. The unbuttoned shirt put on shameless display his body that he had worked so hard on, with broad pecs that looked perfect as Hestia's personal pillow, and sculpted, cheese-grater abs that she could grind on, leading to a narrow waist with prominent hipbones. He also wore a pair of flip-flops on his feet that mirrored hers, albeit his was several sizes larger than hers.
"I've got food for everyone today." Hestia raised her basket, showing it to him. "Tomorrow and the day after, I'll cook something from the pantry."
Percy couldn't resist it anymore, pulling her in as close to him as he could. His strong arm wrapped around her slim waist until she was pressed up against him intimately, her large, soft breasts mashed up against his abdomen. Even through the layers of thin fabric separating them, Percy could feel the stiffness of her arousal brushing his skin, and he was sure she could feel his as well, pressing against her soft tummy.
"You're really a goddess, Hestia." He leaned down, capturing her soft pink lips in a quick kiss. When he separated, she was looking up at him with hearts in her eyes, her lips parted and glistening slightly. "I love you. No, I think we all love you."
"I love you too, Percy." The hearth goddess couldn't help the heat that rushed to her cheeks, as she hid her face against his chest, feeling the warm sculpted muscles, soft yet hard, press against her cheeks. From her position, she could feel his heart thumping loudly against his ribcage, positively racing, and the obvious, telltale sign of the effect she had on him made her own heart flutter.
He continued holding her for a few moments more, reluctant to let go. Behind the two, the sounds of the light spirits continuing to work on the yacht reverberated through the underground garage against a background formed by the soothing waves of the sea lapping at the pier.
"Come on, let me give you the first tour of the Blue Cookie." He tugged on her waist to hold her close to him, his hand never leaving her slim waist as he guided her towards the gangplank.
Hestia smiled up at him, falling into step beside him. "I would love that. Please lead the way, Captain Perseus."
Percy stopped in his tracks at her words, slowly turning towards her. His grip on her waist tightened, somehow pulling her closer- as if they weren't already joined at the hip- making Hestia laugh.
He was sporting a smile wide enough to split his face in half. "You know what? I like the sound of that." He leaned down, placing a quick peck on Hestia's cheek and making her giggle like a lovestruck schoolgirl.
His voice lowered to a husky whisper as he hovered near her ear. "Although I would prefer it a lot more if you called me something else."
"Oh?" Hestia raised a challenging eyebrow, trying to ignore the way her lower half was responding to his words, until his strong arm on her waist was the only thing supporting her on weak knees. "Alright, whatever you say, Master~ Or would you prefer if I was your cute obedient little girl, Daddy?"
Percy growled in his throat at her teasing voice, and for a moment, Hestia feared that he would jump her right then and there. Fortunately, or maybe not, they had already reached the yacht, and so anything that he might have said or done was cut off abruptly as he effortlessly jumped onto the wooden deck, extending a gentlemanly hand for her as well.
"Here you go, my lady."
"Thank you, Percy." Hestia took his offered hand, gingerly stepping onto the yacht's wooden deck.
"Percy!" She yelped as she felt the yacht bob and waver underneath her, synchronised with the sea's gentle waves, throwing herself at the Dark god and clutching desperately at his shirt, as if the wooden deck would disappear any moment from underneath her feet. "This feels so weird!"
"How are you liking your first steps aboard a sea faring vessel, my goddess?" Percy slowly separated himself from her, taking the basket from her and handing it off to another spirit servant to stow away while he took care of his goddess. He held her at an arm's length, holding her hands in his as he tried to support her faltering body.
"It's kinda scary, Percy!" Hestia could do nothing but hold on desperately to his hands, her eyes locked onto her feet as she staggered, unable to balance on the bobbing boat.
"Relax, it's simple." Percy coaxed her gently, stepping closer. "Don't think too much about it, just try to maintain a rhythm- the sea will tell you where to go and where to step. The sea is unpredictable, but if you spend enough time around it, the sea can also be your friend."
He watched, holding her steady as she slowly gained her seafaring legs, whispering sweet nothings to her as her body adjusted, able to unconsciously balance herself on the bobbing deck. Despite being the goddess of the hearth, fortunately, she didn't seem to be seasick and she gained her balance quickly, allowing Percy to continue showing her around the yacht.
"I'm okay now." Hestia breathed a soft sigh of relief, her eyes glued to her cute little feet as she bent her knees unconsciously in rhythm with the sea, never letting go of Percy's hand- not that he minded the feeling of her soft hand in his.
"Come on then, let me show you your first view of the open sea." Percy slowly led her to the stern of the boat, their steps click clacking against the polished wooden floor. Hestia followed him with unsteady steps, guided along by his hand holding hers, until they were standing at the stern of the boat.
"Here, hold this." Like a proper gentleman, Percy guided her hands to the cold railing, before leaning against it himself, facing her.
"Breathe in the fresh air." He made a mock show of taking a deep breath, able to feel the invigorating, briny seabreeze filling his lungs, a nostalgic feeling that he couldn't get enough of. "And now, relax and look out to the open sea."
Although they had been living on the isolated island of Ogygia for some time now, most of its occupants had never seen the open sea, courtesy of their deep rooted fear of venturing into another Olympian's domain- and the beach where they sunbathed and played every weekend didn't offer them the height that the yacht offered, to properly appreciate the beauty of the sea.
The waves were calm, merely gentle ripples not unlike those created when a pebble is dropped in a pond, barely offering waves large enough to surf, which cradled and swayed their yacht like a caring mother would put their toddler to sleep. The sun was almost directly overhead, offering a scalding heat that made beads of perspiration glisten on their skin, that made the distant waves shine and glitter like the ocean was made out of a sea of polished diamonds, the otherwise overwhelming heat not unpleasant, its intensity offset by the soothing, cool sea breeze that messed with their hair and ruffled their clothes. In the distance, the horizon could be seen as a gentle, almost imperceptible curve, and where the waves weren't painted in light by the bright sun, they were dyed a deep azure, and would turn to blood come dusk.
The sky overhead reflected the sea below, a deep azure blue uninterrupted save for a few wispy clouds scattered like pure white, snowy confetti, accompanied by the motionless white wings of a few seagulls who nested on Ogygia, cutting through the air as they gilded effortlessly for miles above the open ocean without a place to rest. Their screeching calls and the soothing white noise of the ocean's waves formed a pleasant background music as Percy turned to Hestia, unable to keep his eyes off her any longer.
Hestia looked somehow even more beautiful, her silky brunette hair blown across her cute features by the wind, forming a veil through which shy brown eyes peeked at him whenever she thought he wasn't looking. Her white tank top was almost completely transparent by then, sticking to her flawless, creamy skin and giving Percy an unhindered view of her sexy, scarlet bikini top, too small to contain her massive breasts, the soft, milky flesh spilling out from their fabric constraints and creating a pillow that Percy would love to lose himself in. Her tank top didn't hide the soft skin of her stomach, nor the beads of the sweat that rolled down her flawless skin like nectar that belonged on his tongue, but Percy resisted.
"Beautiful?" He himself didn't know what he was talking about.
"Hm." Hestia didn't know what she wanted more.
"Now, that's the swim deck. We can use that ladder to go down and enjoy ourselves." Percy leaned over the railing, and Hestia followed suit, finding herself looking over a barren low lying deck, made of polished wood, almost at the same level as the sea, to the point that a wave barely a few feet high would be able to drench whoever was on the deck, if not wash them away. It was a bit dangerous in her opinion, but Percy didn't seem bothered in the slightest- something that might have been related to his Poseidon heritage, and looking at his enthusiastic features, Hestia didn't have the heart to point out the obvious design flaw to him.
"Come on, let's show you the rest of the ship." He moved ahead in front of her, turning from the railing and heading towards the bow, no longer holding her hand, though Hestia didn't register it as her body moved on its own to tail him, her fear of the ship's bobbing all but forgotten as her attention was caught on her lover's ceaseless words. "Next stop is the interior."
Percy led her back from the stern to the yacht's plush interior, showing her all the couches, posh luxurious and soft, arranged in an interrupted semicircle around a low lying, glass coffee table and facing a massive TV-almost as large as the wall- for a movie night.
"This is a cooler full of beer." Percy knelt beside the small fridge at the corner of the room, slapping its little blue metal roof. "Good stuff. One of our objectives is to finish this before our trip is over."
"And through there are the cabins." He gestured at a low door off to a corner, through which Hestia caught a glimpse of a small flight of stairs that led downstairs to a well lit corridor with innumerable simple, standard cabin doors on either side. It all looked very standard and nothing fancy, though Hestia suspected that the individual cabins were all well furnished with some high end furniture- the lap of luxury and one of the many things that Percy liked to indulge in. "I'm gonna return here at the end of the tour to show you your cabin. For now, follow me to the upper deck."
Not waiting for Hestia's response, Percy sprinted up the stairs, going two at a time until he disappeared from sight, round a bend. The hearth goddess followed slowly, taking her time in climbing the stairs on unsteady steps, holding the railing to keep her balance. Walking on a plane floor was one thing and climbing a flight of stairs that swayed worse than a bus climbing a mountain was another, though now that she was accustomed to one, she could do the other relatively fearlessly.
The second floor was as posh as the first- this was Hestia's first impression when she set foot on it.
She had stepped into what seemed like a kitchen-cum-dining area, with several tables set with chairs around them, a little island separating them from the kitchen which was well stocked and equipped. Percy was sitting on the island with his legs crossed, tapping against the marble impatiently and lost in his own world of thought, though he perked up as soon as he heard her soft steps approaching him.
He didn't give her an opportunity to say anything, in a rush to finish the tour as soon as possible- Hestia had a faint idea as to why. Everybody would arrive in less than an hour, which gave them just enough time to go a round or two- a line of thought that Hestia cut off with a soft pink blush dusting her cute cheeks.
"This is the kitchen." Percy slapped the marble tiled counter as if it were an old friend of his, "And that door leads to the pantry."
He gestured towards a closed wooden door, plain and unassuming, behind the counter, conveniently placed for whoever was in the kitchen to get whatever they wanted.
"There's the bar," Hestia was shown a bar more well stocked than the average pub, across the room from the kitchen and complete with a small set of low lying barstools, "And through that door is a bunch of more bedrooms. These ones have a view of the sea and lots of wind, for those who won't get seasick. You can get one of those if you want."
Percy gestured towards another closed wooden door, towards the stern, this one a little more intricate than the pantry- a door that wouldn't look amiss at a high end hotel.
"Now follow me." He pushed himself off the counter, stretching slightly before he grinned at her. "If you would, my lady."
He offered her an arm, and Hestia obliged with a smile, hooking her arm through his, making sure that she was pressed up fully against him, so that he could feel all her soft curves, the soft flesh of her breasts hugging his strong, muscular arms and the way her curvy hips brushed against him. "Please lead the way, Daddy."
So she had settled on that for the day.
Good choice.
Percy led her towards the bow, through an open door to the sundeck. "This place is called the sundeck. We can tan here, play games and we also have a massive swimming pool if the sea isn't doing it for you for some reason."
He waved his hand in a grand manner, showing Hestia the massive swimming pool that they had. Although it was only half the size of the one they had on Ogygia, that was still saying a lot- much larger than what the odd twenty something people would need, and that's not considering that many of them would be swimming in the ocean instead. Surrounding the pool from all sides was a row of deck chairs for sunbathing, and a massive beach ball floated in the middle of the swimming pool. The pool also had a net, which was rolled into a ball off to the side.
Now that they were on the sundeck, Hestia could almost somehow feel everything even more. The sunlight and the heat was more intense, making her squint her eyes to look and tug at her soaked, transparent tank top to keep it from sticking to her skin annoyingly. The wind was stronger, ruffling her clothes and blowing her silky brunette hair across her face, and the sound of the sea was also louder, an incessant ebb and flow of white noise that mirrored their source.
When she turned to Percy, the hearth goddess saw her lover standing there with a proud smile on his features, his hands on his hips as he surveyed his empire. His eyes were narrowed, similar to hers, to keep the sunlight from blinding him. His unbuttoned shirt gave her an unobstructed, first row seat to his chiselled, Adonic body, his flawless, perfectly tanned bronze skin criss crossed with the occasional pale, bumpy scar- a testament to the hardships he had endured and all the weaknesses that he had conquered. Innumerable tattoos in dark ink curled around his body, the darker shade only highlighting his glistening bronze skin.
Hestia's mouth watered, her burning eyes tracing a singular bead of sweat that rolled down Percy's broad, muscle packed pecs, taking a meandering course along his chiselled, cheese grater abs, accentuating every single bump of his rectus abdominis, highlighting a glistening path on his body for her worshipful lips and hungry tongue to follow.
"Come on, now let's show you my workspace." Percy tugged gently on her arm, ignorant of her lust-crazed ogling and pulling her towards the stern. However, instead of going back to the room where the dining room was, he guided her portside, along the side of the ship. As well furnished and comfy the interior and deck of the yacht was, this side was all cold- a thin lane with the massive metal hull of the ship on one side, cold and unfeeling, and railing on the other, the only thing separating them from a twenty foot drop directly into the sea underneath.
They were interrupted by an ajar hatch which Percy slammed shut without a second thought. The sounds of tinkering and metallic hammering reverberated through the door before it was shut off, replaced by an angry buzzing, muffled through the thick metal of the hatch.
"That is the engine room where Calypso's light things are working." Percy gave her a small explanation, as if in afterthought, leading her instead to a metal stairs on the side of the yacht. He sprinted up the stairs while Hestia followed slowly, more reserved and clutching the railing tightly, focused on her breathing and trying not to glance at the sharp drop directly into the sea, off on her left.
Her flip flops click clacked against the metal stairs creating a sonorous ring with every step and telling Percy about her arrival.
"This is the bridge. I'll be here, running the ship." Percy announced as soon as she stepped on the bridge, not facing her. His hands were on the helm, caressing it as if it were his child, and his eyes were glued to the open ocean that lay ahead in front of them, a deep azure, and interrupted by the frothy white of choppy waves. "Isn't it beautiful?"
Hestia moved closer to her lover sitting in the captain's seat, resting a comforting hand on his shoulder. "It is very beautiful, Percy."
"Come on, let me show you some stuff. This is the helm- I control the rudder with this, which allows me to steer the ship towards the direction I want to go." He gestured towards a round disc like thing on the left side of the helm. "And with this little gizmo, I can change the ship's acceleration. You see this? Full steam ahead means full speed, and the like." He gestured towards a horn like thing, not much unlike a drinking horn, but made out of polished brass and fixed to the dashboard- could it be called that? "And this here is what I can use to communicate with the engine room- you just speak into the opening. That's why I trapped Calypso's light thingies in the engine room, they will be my engineers while we're at sea- it won't matter either way as long as she's onboard. Now, you can take a look around this place- tell me if there's anything you like."
The bridge was somewhat small, about one fourth the size of the upper deck, surrounded on all sides by glass windows spanning the walls so that the Captain could have a three hundred and sixty degree view in his revolving chair. From his point of vantage, Percy could rule over not only the ocean, which could be seen for miles around with few obstructions, but he also had a great view of the sundeck and everything that was going on.
There were several knobs and gears and whatnot, blinking screens and what looked like a navigation system, cold and unfeeling tidbits that surrounded him on all sides, giving the bridge a sort of detached, clinical look. Behind the Captain's seat was a screen easily as large as the dining table they had back at home, sort of like the advanced shit that one sometimes sees in movies. It somehow showed an enlarged map of the area, which was supposed to be non existent to mortals, swirling clouds representing storms and the like, and also the ocean currents that they might be caught up in.
Noticing Hestia's interest in the navigation screen, Percy pushed off the Captain's chair, coming to stand beside her, his strong arm instinctively coming to wrap around her slim waist.
"This is just a fancy screen for me to plot my route, my goddess." He put his finger on the spot where a red marker was. "This is where we are right now. You see this little tiny bit of green? That's Ogygia." He dragged his finger across the screen, and a little red line followed him, the screen scrolling on its own to always keep his finger at the centre of the map. "We will go along this line towards southeast, until we are around two hundred nautical miles south of Hawaii- a trip that should take us roughly three days. The Atlantic around this spot-" His finger stopped at a specific spot, no different from the blue surrounding it, "-is relatively calm and there should not be much traffic around. We will hang here for a moment, maybe go deep sea diving just to give you all thalassophobia, and then we will head back."
Hestia looked up at him again, smiling. "I don't know whether to scold you or hug you for going through so much trouble just to give us a great time. Thank you, Percy."
"No need to thank me." Percy smiled down at her. "You can always repay me."
His voice carried a suggestive undertone which made Hestia sigh exasperatedly, though the way a smile tugged at the corner of her soft pink lips betrayed her true feelings.
"What am I going to do with this horny monkey?" She said to no one in particular, making the grin on Percy's face widen, before she spread her arms in a silent invitation for a hug. "Come here, you."
Two bodies thudded against the door to Hestia's cabin as she was pushed up against the wood, unable to resist as her lips were claimed roughly by her Master.
Sparks of passion flew between them, burning as intensely as the first day they had met.
Percy had brought her here under the guise of showing her her cabin, but Hestia found herself unable to protest when he pinned her against the door, his lips mashed up against hers as he kissed her passionately, muffling her cries of ecstasy.
"Mmm~" Hestia moaned into his lips, her eyes fluttering shut as she submitted herself to the pleasure that she felt, assaulting her body from all sides. Percy was so large that he almost seemed to envelop her in his comforting warmth, until he was her world and she had nothing on her fried mind. "Daddy~"
"You're such a fucking minx, Hestia." Percy broke the kiss to whisper softly to her, his eyes dark with lust that he had bottled up for so long. "Everyone thinks you're such an innocent and pure goddess, but I know that you're just a dirty slut who feels incomplete without wearing my jizz on your face."
His voice was deep and husky, a deep rumble in his chest that Hestia could feel with how close they were, a sound that seemed like someone had sent a sharp electric shock through her clit. If Hestia could climax from sound alone, she was sure that she would need only a few more minutes of Percy whispering like that to her to reach ecstasy.
"Daddy~" The goddess moaned lewdly, arching her back in a silent plea for him to molest her, to remove the thin layers of cloth separating them from each other and again, meld their bodies as one. "Please... Mmf."
She was silenced again by Percy's hungry, persistent lips against her soft, pink lips. They kissed and kissed, for what seemed like hours, until their lungs burned for breath, and then some more. Their lips moved in synchrony, their minds one and their bodies seeking more of the other, never content with what they got. Percy's hot, velvet tongue prodded her swollen, glistening lips in silent permission, and Hestia obliged, parting her lips and eagerly entangling his tongue with hers. Every single inch of her Daddy was delicious, more delicious than ambrosia and nectar, and the two lovers French kissed eagerly, their tongues entanglint visibly outside their lips, sloppy and passionate as they explored each other, saliva dripping from their conjoined lips to splatter on Hestia's stacked chest, adding to the dampness of her transparent, sweat soaked tank top.
Percy had her pinned against the door of her cabin, his leg sandwiched between her thick thighs, grinding against her sensitive cunt, his khaki shorts slowly growing more and more damp with every passing moment from all the sweet, warm nectar she was leaking. His hands, large and rough with callouses, snaked under her tank top, enjoying the wet and warm feeling of her sweat against his hands, damp against the flawless, soft skin of her stomach.
Hestia moaned lewdly at the soft touch, her hips moving on autopilot as she ground hard on Percy's knee, her body heating up with lust that licked at her reason like a forest fire. Her back arched in ecstasy as she pressed up against Percy's superior frame, her massive, soft breasts mashed up against his broad, muscle packed chest, separated only by a transparent, sweat soaked tank top and her scarlet bikini top.
Percy broke the kiss, smiling down at the shy hearth goddess. He loved how she looked, with her eyes half lidded and darkened with swirling, sinful lust, the light pink blush dusting her cheeks and the way her full pink lips were parted, swollen and glistening with saliva, as if waiting for him to devour her again. A glistening string of saliva connected their lips, which soon broke under its weight, splattering on Hestia's soaked cleavage. Her breaths came in ragged gasps, her chest heaving- something which did wonders to her breasts, mashed up against his chest in a delicious pillow of fat.
"Everyone thinks you're so cute." He felt her shiver in his arms as he hovered over her, completely dominating her with his presence. "Only I know what kind of insatiable slut you are. Your eyes are begging me to fuck you- and your lips look like they were made for sucking my dick. Zeus reached you from Kronos' gut for the sole reason that you could be my cumdump one day. The only reason you took that pesky oath of maidenhood was so that you preserved your purity for me to defile, right, slut?"
"Yes, Daddy." Hestia answered meekly, feeling her pussy tingle, wanting more than the little stimulation she was getting. His voice was a sort of foreplay in and of itself, but Hestia now wanted her cunt to be stretched and left gaping by her lover's monster cock. Her entire body buzzed with adrenaline, anticipating the brutal pounding that she would get, unable to keep the ditzy smile off her lips at the thought of having her guts rearranged by Percy's horsecock breaking her small asshole in half.
But Percy was nowhere near done with her, and she could feel it. A bit of sympathy for Tantalus crept into her heart, but it was soon burned away by Percy's smoldering gaze and possessive, fleeting touches that ghosted across her abdomen, sending goosebumps up her flawless skin. He continued to grope her shamelessly, his fingers digging into the slight fat around her child bearing hips without mercy, his thumb teasing her cute little belly button, somehow obsessed over her soft stomach.
His hands trailed upwards, skirting her warm underboob, teasing her with fleeting touches, before he took out his left hand, pressing it to her lips instead.
"Mm, Daddy~" Hestia moaned sultrily, her swollen pink lips parting automatically to allow entrance to his probing thumb, sucking it on diligently like she was meant to do. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked on his digit, not too unlike how she would worship his thick meat, batting her eyelashes at her Master and giving him sultry, fuck me eyes. Her tongue swirled around his thumb, tasting her own sweat on his digit and relishing it as much as she did anything that he offered to her.
"You're so slutty, Hestia." She felt a slight pressure on her lower jaw, and opened her mouth, just as he wanted. Percy looked into her mouth, her hot, pink tongue swirling around his thumb and glistening with saliva, her pearly white teeth...
Hestia gasped as she felt Percy spit in her open mouth.
Her hips bucked towards him, crushing her sensitive clit against his sculpted quads as her eyes fluttered shut, a long, drawn out moan tearing itself from her parted lips. Her back arched on its own, her sweltering cunt gushing with the nectar of a toe curling climax, a glistening trail of drool escaping from the corner of her mouth to stain her chin.
Hestia closed her mouth on autopilot, her cunt still spasming and her eyes still shut in the ecstasy that she felt. Percy's gentle caresses, a stark contrast from the fact that he had just spit in her mouth, seemed to fan the flames of her ecstasy, seemingly innocuous touches that pressed buttons that she didn't even know existed.
Hestia swirled the saliva around in her mouth, savouring the taste which seemed like liquid pleasure upon her tongue, before swallowing it worshipfully with a lewd gulp and a blissful shudder.
Percy laughed loudly, though the sound didn't reach her ears.
"You're so lovely, my beautiful goddess." He leaned down, his taller, stronger body absolutely dominating her short, curvy form, pressing his lips to hers in a searing hot kiss.
"Daddy." Hestia couldn't do anything but moan worshipfully, her brain too fried to string together words coherently, her soft lips moving in sync with his as he invaded her mouth again with his tongue, tasting every single inch of her as he tongue raped her mouth. "I wuv yuu."
"I love you too, goddess. More than you can imagine." His hands snaked underneath her sweat soaked top, her arched back helping him to easily find the strings that tied together her lacy scarlet bikini top, and with a tug, Percy was holding a skimpy strip of scarlet silk in his hands.
He felt his dick throb powerfully in arousal, painful in his tight, constraining boxers and urging him to ravage his goddess, to break her on his dick and turn her into the cum soaked meat toilet that she was meant to be, but the Dark god leashed in his lust with an iron will akin to an iron chain holding a ferocious bulldog.
His dark sea green eyes, which had been enjoying his goddess' perverted expressions of orgasmic ecstasy for so long, turned to her chest, and his dick gave a twitch in response.
Hestia's transparent, sweat soaked tank top did absolutely nothing to hide her massive, milky mammaries. If anything, the tank top only made the sight even more alluring, what with the transparent top clinging to her flawless, creamy skin, highlighting the perfect porcelain tone, tipped with twin stiff nubs a vibrant shade of cherry pink that stood out painfully, begging for his attention.
"Look at that." She was practically sitting on his knee at that point, trapped between his body and the door, and he could feel every single warm gush of her cunt through her soaked booty shorts. "Look at how slutty you are."
Percy brushed his hand, rough with years of war, softly against her sensitive flesh, separated by a practically non existent layer of thin cotton.
"Hnng!" Hestia, touched starved after being teased for long become unwound almost immediately, her back arching in a silent plea as she threw her head back with a painful groan of deprivation, pressing her soft tits deeper into Percy's exploring hands. Her soft flesh, softer than a down feather pillow and more delicious than a royal feast, pressed into his hand, her soft fat spilling out between his fingers and her stiff, flushed nipple pressing needily against his palm.
"Please, Daddy-!" She managed to barely gasp out, making Percy crack a cruel grin, enjoying the reactions she was treating him to.
For a moment, he considered teasing her some more, keeping her deprived of the pleasure that she so desperately craved, but the next moment, his desire to molest her tits and taste her sweet sweat upon her sexy, stiff pink nipples won out.
"Take off your top, goddess." His voice was deep and husky, a rough shot of ecstasy through her throbbing clit, as he leaned back with the air of watching a nice TV show, enjoying the way her trembling hands tried to tug her top off, struggling a bit with the soaked fabric sticking to her skin.
Percy worked on his own shirt in the meantime, his eyes never leaving her body, watching every single inch of flawless, creamy glistening skin that was exposed to his hungry, predatory gaze, as he pulled his own shirt off.
The top had barely been lifted above Hestia's head when she found herself pinned to the door again with a dull wooden thud, her lips claimed hungrily by her Master.
"Mm." A soft, low moan escaped her as they kissed again, now their upper bodies bare and brushing against each other, slick and glistening with sweat in the humid, tropical heat.
Percy's wandering hands immediately sought out Hestia's sensitive pink nipple, his rough skin brushing against her soft, sweet flesh and making her shudder in ecstasy.
His lips never left hers, their kiss as hungry as ever as he teased her sensitive nipples for a moment, before he broke the kiss and dipped down below.
Percy let Hestia drop to her own two feet, removing his knee from between her thick thighs and enjoying the way her weak knees trembled as she leaned against the door for support, unable to trust her own trembling legs, her brown eyes half lidded and darkened with lust, dancing nervously as she glanced at him, as she chewed on her lower lip nervously.
"Look at this, goddess." At his height, coupled with just how short Hestia was, on his knees Percy was at the perfect height to kiss her nipples. His warm breath washed over her hypersensitive skin, making her sweet pink nubs flush and darken with arousal as his soft lips ghosted against the flawless, milky skin of her breasts.
He showed her the wetness on his khaki shorts, the colour on one half of his shorts darkened with the stain of her gushing arousal. "You're so slutty, and yet you pretend to be this pure, innocent goddess. Tell me what you're meant for, Hestia. I want to hear it from you- what do you want?"
His fingers brushed against the sensitive skin of her inner thighs, sending a lightning bolt of arousal shooting through her clit. His soft lips pressed against her sensitive nipple in a gentle kiss.
"I want you to bend me over the bed and fuck my brains out, Daddy. I want to be your little pet cocksleeve. I want to warm your big, thick cock with my cute pussy while you go about your daily activities. I want you to pat my head and smile at me and call me your good baby girl while you pump my ass full of cum. I want you to pump my womb full of your kids, Daddy and then again and again and make me into your breeding sow- hiiek!" Hestia squealed as Percy pressed his palm against her crotch, pressing against her soaked booty shorts and making sure she could feel just how wet she was.
"I knew you were slutty from the start, goddess. You've been giving me those slutty fuck me eyes since I was a demigod- a maiden goddess, pff! These booty shorts you're wearing has less cloth than a modest pair of panties. Look at you, prancing about with your entire thick ass hanging out, wanting me to eye rape your ass. You know how much self control I need not to just bend you over the rail and fuck the brat out of you, goddess?"
Percy brushed his nose against her sweaty, soaked skin, sniffing her scent like an animal in heat, like her sweat was the most exquisite of perfumes.
"You smell so nice, goddess." He brushed up against her stiff nipple, making a show of sniffing the sweet scent of her sensitive nubs. "I feel like I can get high on your scent... Mm, please continue whatever you were saying, goddess."
Percy buried his face in the sea of flawless, soft milky flesh that Hestia offered him, enjoying the feeling of the slick warmth enveloping his face as he hugged his face between her tits, enjoying the sweet smell of her sweat, the salty tang on his hot tongue. Beads of sweat like liquid diamonds, rolled down her flawless skin, leaving a glistening trail.
Profanities and self derogatory words tumbled from Hestia's pink lips in a filthy stream that revealed her true identity as an insatiable slut, tearing down her image as this chaste, innocent goddess and painting her in her true, lust crazed and cock starved colours. Percy's private, insatiable slut, whose day went unfulfilled without having a thick load of cum in her belly and womb.
"Mm." Percy felt his cock twitch painfully. He almost couldn't take it anymore.
The warmth on his face, the sweat smell of Hestia's tits like aphrodisiac, the feeling of her soft, flawless skin against his lips maddening, the music of her moans and whimpers as she was teased a pleasant background music.
His hands explored her body, her glistening, flawless creamy skin, warm and slick with sweat, the feeling of her hipbones that moulded perfectly into his large, rough hands, the slight fat that his fingers sank into. Hestia was perfect in every way, and Percy only seemed obsessed with exploring her body, worshipping her with his lips like the goddess that she was. His goddess.
His lips trailed along her cleavage, enjoying the way she looked down at him with half lidded eyes brimming with barely contained lust, a silent, unspoken plea on her lips to ruin her body, her heavy, panting breaths that made her tits jiggle and bounce so deliciously.
"Look at this." His large, calloused hands rested on her asscheeks, his skin rough against her soft, flawless skin, and despite the fact that she was wearing a pair of shorts, there was no obstruction as he groped her shamelessly, a testament to just how small it was. "Your entire ass is hanging out, Hestia. If you wore this outside, I bet I won't be able to resist molesting you in public. That's what you want, isn't it? You want everyone to see how slutty you are, you want their eyes locked onto your ass, you want to show them that I own you. Your body. Your soul."
His lips trailed kisses all over her breasts, peppering them with moist kisses while he molested her bubble butt, massaging and kneading her ass shamelessly, his thick fingers digging into her soft flesh as he spread her asscheeks, playing with her ass like a child would with play-doh.
Hestia groaned in response, her back arching automatically and pressing her ass further into Percy's exploring hands while her fat tits pressed even more needily against his face, a lovely reaction that made Percy's cock throb painfully.
His hands dipped inside her shorts, deciding that going from beneath was an easier way than from above. The fabric was already too tight against Hestia's thick thighs, and Percy had to struggle briefly to sneak in a few strong, thick fingers to molest her ass to her heart's content.
His fingers probed her asshole, two spreading her asscheeks while another probed her tight sphincter, enjoying every single one of her reactions. His fingers, already damp from the overwhelming wetness of her sweltering cunt, faced little resistance from her pink asshole as it sank in slowly, making Hestia gasp at the sudden intrusion. Her tight, rubbery walls clung to the offending digit, her body having memorized the shape of Percy's cock and disappointed that it wasn't his thick meat back inside her and rearranging her guts.
He briefly considered going further, but decided that he had prolonged this long enough.
He withdrew his hands from her ass, offering his finger, which had just been inside her asshole, for the hearth goddess to clean with a wordless gesture.
Hestia obliged immediately, her lips puckering as she fell onto Percy's offered hand like it was a lifeline that kept her from drowning, her soft, full pink lips wrapping around his offered digit like it was a delicacy better than ambrosia. Her cheeks hollowed and her eyes fluttered shut as she sucked needily on Percy's finger, her hot, velvety tongue swirling as she lapped up the sweet taste of her arousal, not bothered in the slightest by the fact that his fingers had just been knuckle deep inside her tight asshole.
She continued sucking on his fingers for a few more moments, offering a lewd show to her Master's attentive, sea green eyes, before he forcefully withdrew his hand from her. His finger, glistening and dripping with saliva, left her pink lips with a lewd pop, and Percy wiped the excess saliva on his shorts, not minding the mess he was creating.
He raised his hands, gently unbuttoning her booty shorts, wanting to take it off her with his own hands. The skimpy fabric, the way it left Hestia's thick, bubbly ass exposed almost entirely, the way it dug into the soft flesh of her thick thighs, made his cock twitch painfully in its fabric constraints, and Percy wasn't entirely sure he wanted it gone.
The shorts were so small that the button came undone with a little pop, revealing Hestia's scarlet, lacy bikini bottom, its silken strings riding high up on her prominent hipbones. The fabric of the shorts sank into her soft, thick thighs, digging into her soft flesh in a way that made Percy wonder how she had put it on in the first place.
A gentle tug, and the delicate, silken knot holding her bikini together fell undone. Percy hooked his fingers into her shorts, and with a tug, and a bit of a struggle, he finally had Hestia's skimpy shorts lying pooled at her delicate, sandaled feet.
"My goddess." Percy let his own shorts drop to match Hestia in her nudity, and he stepped closer to her in his lust, towering over her with his superior frame. His thick, throbbing cock, as thick and large as her forearm, bobbed and pulsed in sync with his heartbeat, his large, bulbous head easily as large as her fist.
Percy stood so close to Hestia that his cock was pressed up against her soft abdomen, his head nestled in her soft, warm underboob, forcing her to feel his entire length pressed up against her, a silent show of superiority to show her just how deeply she always took his cock. When he said that he would rearrange her organs, it wasn't much of an understatement, and Percy doubted whether anyone wouldn't any bit of divine blood would be able to withstand the brutal fucking that he always delivered.
Percy stared down at Hestia, the sight of her short self giving him those sultry, lustful fuck me eyes making his cock throb painfully. A clear stream of precum leaked from his tip, his heated arousal evident as he inadvertently smeared the cleared fluid against Hestia's soft and flawless, sweat soaked warm skin.
His beautiful goddess stared up at him with brown eyes, warm like a welcoming mug of hot chocolate in the midst of a frosty winter, dark and half lidded with burning lust. Her silky brunette hair formed a veil for her shy features, a little pink blush dusting her cheeks, of shame and lust, and full pink lips, soft and swollen, begging to be kissed and tasted like a delicacy like no other.
Her cute blush extended down her neck to her creamy shoulders, her slim back which helped her to hold the massive melons on her chest she called her tits.
Oh, her tits, her tits. Art made perfection, something that Aphrodite herself would see in her dreams, Hestia was beauty itself, though Percy might have been a bit partial to her, he had to admit. Hestia's tits were simply massive, a generous D bordering on E, and they only seemed to grow bigger and softer the more her body matured. They were the perfect size to be everything that Percy dreamt about, a perfect pillow for him to have the best of nights, firm with little sag despite their size and heavy weight. Her skin was flawless, soft and creamy, milky like porcelain and glistening with sweet sweat that tasted like nectar on his tongue, tipped with two delicious looking pink nipples, and areolas flushed dark with arousal.
Percy's mouth watered the more he looked at her nipples, more delicious than the sweetest of candy, regarding the twin nubs with more love and care than most critics would appreciate a masterpiece. Her tits were perfectly round and firm, sticking out like a stack on her short frame and sitting firmly on her chest, their otherworldly softness betrayed by the way her breasts jiggled and bounced with every panting breath that she took.
From his point of view, her jutting breasts blocked him out from viewing everything underneath, her soft, cute tummy glistening with beads of pearly sweat, and soft, thick thighs with flawless creamy flesh that looked like the perfect pair of earmuffs for his use. Hidden between her thighs was her sweltering sex, jealous for his attention and flushed so adorably pink, fat pussy lips greedy to swallow his cock, looking incomplete without his thick, veiny meat stretching her to the max, looking unfulfilled when she did not gape and leak his thick, creamy seed. Her soft, sensitive skin glistened with her warm, sweet arousal, her cunt hot and gushing with need, beads of sweet nectar clinging to her lips in telltale signs of how much her body craved his touch.
"My goddess." Unable to control himself, Percy leaned down again, grabbing Hestia by the ass and lifting her off her cute, dainty little feet as his lips crashed against hers in a heated kiss, that spoke of the lust brimming underneath his skin, lingering in burning touches.
"Mine." He repeated against her swollen pink lips, his voice a husky whisper as his fingers dug deeper into the soft, pillowy flesh of her thick bubble butt, spreading her asscheeks and holding her up by her ass, leaving red fingerprints on the flawless, milky skin of her ass. Her feet swung helplessly in the air, her toes curling as they continued to kiss, sending bolts of blissful lightning shooting through her quivering, gushing cunt.
"Yes, yours Daddy. I am all yours." Hestia trembled in his arms as she returned his feverish whispers with more of her own, matching his heated intensity with her own. "Please fuck me."
Percy's hips bucked, almost as if it were an automatic response of his body to her sultry words. His throbbing cock, thick and warm and veiny, pulsed against her soft stomach, smearing his glistening precum on her skin like he was anointing her, his bulbous head poking her bellybutton intently and sinking into her soft flesh.
He carried her to the bed, their lips locked all the way as they kissed and kissed without feeling a need to breathe, his strong, chiselled muscles holding her with little exertion, allowing her to feel the thick, corded flesh of his pecs pressed up against her soft tits, their skin slick with sweat, the musky scent like a potent aphrodisiac, making her feel lightheaded and all the more horny. With every step their bodies rubbed together, and Hestia felt like she could cum just from that, her body wound tightly like a coil ready to come undone at the slightest touch.
"Eep!" She squeaked cutely as Percy dropped her on the bed, the mattress soft like a cloud, allowing her to sink a few inches into the bed the moment she made contact.
"You look beautiful, goddess." Percy hovered above her, his eyes locked onto her frame, short and curvy with assets that made her look like she was made with an erotic fuckdoll in mind. Hestia was beautiful, a divine beauty that transcended Aphrodite's appearance- made to satisfy all basal desires- distinct from the toned warrior maiden's allure that Artemis possessed, or the nerdy charm of the wisdom goddess.
No, Hestia was in a different league compared to all of them. Divine, for lack of a better term, Percy's worshipful mind refused to come to any other conclusion. His lips longed to feel her soft skin, his mouth watered to clean up her sweat with his tongue.
Her pale skin, creamy and flawless, her stiff pink nipples and flushed shoulders, her pink cunt glistening with arousal- thrown into sharp contrast by her dark brown hair, spread across the white sheets of the bed like a soft halo. The gentle rocking of the yacht cradled them like a mother would, forming a nice background for their passionate, heated coupling.
Maybe they should have turned on the air conditioner, just to get rid of the stifling heat, but none of them even made a mention of that, too lost in each other, too lost in the feeling of their warm skin against each other, the sweaty scent making them feel light headed.
Percy climbed onto the bed on his hands and knees, his body so much larger than hers as he hovered above his beautiful goddess, dwarfing her with his size. His broad shoulders cast her in shadow as they met gazes, full of warmth and affection overshadowed by their burning lust and need for each other, to feel their passion.
Percy reared back, leaning back and allowing some space between them as he wondered what lewd position he should push Hestia into.
His thick, throbbing cock sawed against her gushing cunt, which leaked her warm arousal with wanton abandon, until his thick meat was glistening as much as her thighs, slick and lubed up for a brutal fucking. Her fat pussy lips gripped his cock in a lewd manner, and Percy had to physically resist the urge to just keep on sawing her cunt, just to enjoy the feeling of her cunt gushing all over his cock, sandwiched between her sensitive, fat pussy lips.
Percy tilted his head, his messy man bun almost undone and allowing his raven hair to fall across his features, his dark sea green eyes bright and positively glowing as he considered the situation. He could fuck Hestia's ass- again, mess up her guts and feed her his thick cum like she so desired- from the wrong side of course, but he doubted that she minded it all that much. Or he could finally fulfill her wish and fuck her womb so hard that she finally got knocked up.
So many choices, so many things to consider, but Percy had the lingering feeling that there was no wrong decision here.
His head pressed against her gushing cunt, so warm and wet with arousal, waiting just to welcome him back inside her once more, Hestia's lovely whimpers and those big watery eyes with which she looked at him, warm brown eyes darkened with lust barely held together, and Percy couldn't hold it back anymore.
His eyes fluttered shut as he pressed his lips against hers, swollen and pink and wet soft lips, groaning into the kiss as his hips bucked, sinking his cock painfully slowly inside her.
'"Mm." Hestia seemed to come undone almost immediately, her muscles relaxing as her body fell limp, as if she were a starving woman who had just been given the most luxurious of feasts filling her belly. "I wuv you."
Her soft moans and whimpers fell on deaf ears, drowned out by the sound of pumping blood and heated youth, and Percy let out a soft groan as he sank back inside her, back where he belonged. It seemed like he was back home after so long, her wet warmth so comforting, her allure like soothing honey to his senses, her lips the most delicious thing he had ever tasted.
Her pussy was so wet and warm, gushing with her arousal and a living creature that tried to milk him for all he was worth, coaxing him to dump a thick load in her womb just like she wanted. She was as tight as the night he had taken her virginity, and somehow felt even better now that her body had learnt the shape of his oversized cock and moulded itself to fit just him, her cervix giving his cock a gentle kiss as he pressed up against her womb with an urgent need to breed.
"I love you so much, Hestia." He broke the kiss, hovering above her as he felt his cock break through her cervix in a painfully slow and gentle manner, her tightness almost suffocating his cock. The velvet walls of her molten cunt clung to his cock, massaging his thick meat and clinging to every ridge and vein, as he pulled back, ready to thrust in again and break her womb, to give her the highest peak of masochistic pleasure that he could give.
He glanced down at their conjoined sex, enjoying the way her pussy was dragged along with his cock, her fat pussy lips flushed pink with arousal and stretched taut around his cock, swallowing his thick meat with unmatched greed.
His sharp, sea green eyes spied her clit, so sensitive and pink, stiff from arousal, and a small mischievous grin tugged at the corner of his lips as he pondered on what he was about to do.
Percy reached out with his hand, his skin rough with callouses against her soft, sensitive clit, pinching it softly between his fingers, gentle and slow in every movement. His other hand continued to grope her curvy hips, massaging the swell of her hipbones and sinking his fingers into her soft flesh, drawing soft moans from her lips, mewls of muted ecstasy that Hestia had been deprived of for what seemed like too long.
"Fuck, Percy!" Hestia broke character with a squeal not unlike a pig speared through its heart, as Percy rammed back inside her, using her sensitive clit as a handhold and almost crushing her nub between his fingers in the process. Her hips snapped towards him in response, the control of her body wrenches from her by the thick, godly horsecock ravaging her insides, her back arching in an extreme manner, until her spine seemed about to snap. "I'm cumming!"
Her cunt, molten and spasming around Percy's thick cock, gushed with her fluids and clenched and unclenched around his rampaging cock, and she squirted.
His thrusts didn't stop either as she squirted and kept squirting, his thick cock like a jackhammer battering her womb, breaking her cervix and ramming her uterus intent on ruining her. This was not sex, this was breeding, this was breeding with the intent of pumping his fertile goddess full of his children, his gaze enraptured by the way his oversized cock made an obscene, cock shaped bulge in her stomach, rearranging her organs and moulding her as a cocksleeve just for his use.
She was tiny compared to him. She was perfect.
Her cunt, caught in the throes of an orgasm that made her toes curl until her feet cramped up, sprayed her warm arousal all over Percy's lower half, until his abs were glistening with a uniform sheen. It was warm, it was wet, and it was messy.
His eyes flicked up to drink in the perfection, art given physical form, that the hearth goddess was, caught in the throes of a climax too powerful for her mind and too straining for her body, her cunt squirting for what seemed like hours on end.
She clawed at the bedsheets, soaked with their fluids, desperate to hold onto something lest she float off in her bliss, her hips snapping up towards him and her back arched, presenting her entire body for his lazy perusal. He could see the obscene cock shaped bulge that he was making in her stomach, rearranging her organs around his thick hardness, the way her obscenely massive tits jiggled and bounced every time his hips crashed into hers, making his mouth water and his stomach hunger to feed from her once more.
Her expression was lust itself, ecstasy dripping with hunger for more, her brown eyes rolled back in her head until only the white of her eyes were visible, her flawless porcelain skin flushed pink with ecstasy and her full pink lips swollen and glistening with saliva, bruised with the brunt of Percy's hungry lust. Her mouth was parted wide open, her hot velvet tongue lolling out in a silent invitation for her Master to come and suck on it, a thin trail of drool glistening past her lips and staining her chin.
"You pissed yourself, goddess." Percy couldn't keep the amusement from his voice as he continued to fuck her with deep, slowly thrusts, his left hand maintaining its pincer grip on her sensitive clit, tugging and using it as a convenient handhold for him to fuck her. Soft mewls and whimpers of bruised ecstasy spilled past her lips, fanning the flames of his desire and only frenzied the force behind his hips, driving his cock harder and deeper inside her spasming pussy. "You're filthy for a goddess, Hestia. You're just a cock hungry, cum starved, attention seeking whore whose aim in life is to be a filthy little meat toilet for me to drain my balls every day."
"Look at this." Percy continued conversationally, his hips moving on autopilot to drive his cock like a piston inside her tight, wet warmth. "The bed is soaked. I am drenched. You pissed so much."
It was true. The warm, clear liquid made Percy's knees sink into the soft, soaked bedsheets as he continued to fuck Hestia classic missionary style, but somehow, it didn't gross him out. It only spurred him on, the lewd sight of the cute Hestia pissing herself in ecstasy branded into his memory, putting additional motivation behind each unforgiving thrust that made his hips crash against hers, made the head of his cock ram against her battered cervix.
"Da-daddy!" Hestia gasped out loudly, her hips bucking upwards to meet Percy's punishing thrusts midway. Her eyelids fluttered, and it seemed like she was finally coming back from dreamland. "Fuck, that was intense."
Percy chuckled, shifting his hands so he was holding onto her curvy hips instead, decising to give her swollen, throbbing clit some respite qhile he focused on fucking her even harder. "Yeah, you were out of it for a while. How did you like your little trip off to paradise?"
Hestia blinked at him, as if her gaze was still unfocused. When she finally managed to regain her bearings, a small pink blush dusted her cheeks at the knowledge that she had been knocked out from the intensity of the orgasm, and the fact that Percy had fucked her back out of it.
"You looked hilarious, trust me. Sexy, and cute too. You were squirting so hard."
Hestia didn't response, Percy's relentless thrusts had driven her back up the heights of pleasure once more, and she was again struggling to string together coherent sentences. Her warm brown eyes locked onto her Master, hazy with lust and brimming with worshipful devotion, tracing the beads of mercurial sweat that rolled down his broad, sculpted pecs, jealous. Her cunt quivered at the way his muscles flexed, his toned abs straining to drive his hips even harder, even faster.
She felt his balls, heavy with thick cum that she wanted dumped in the deepest recesses of her fertile womb, smack against her soft asscheeks with a lewd sound of flesh against flesh, leaving red prints all over her flawless pale skin and making her feel like she was getting spanked.
"Daddy!" Hestia's hips bucked again, meeting his thrust midway. His cock, diamond hard, thick and veiny, rammed against her womb, making an obscene bulge on her stomach, making her whimper worshipfully. "Please, please..."
Percy seemed to get what she wanted as he let his body fall on top of hers, his hips never stopping nor slowing their movement and continuing to pound her as he pressed down on her small body with his body weight, pinning her between his superior frame and the soft bed.
"You're such a good girl, Hestia." He leaned up on his elbows, his right hand coming up to pat her like she was his pet, and she obliged, nuzzling deeper into his hand like a bitch greeting her Master. "You're Daddy's cute little girl. You're taking Daddy's big cock insode your tiny pussy so well. Daddy's proud of you."
His cock throbbed powerfully at his words, and he felt her cunt impossibly tighten around him, clinging to him with a fierce desperation. Every time he pulled out, he dragged her sweltering pussy with his cock, and her slutty womb, desperate to be knocked up, dropped down to kiss his cock.
Percy's dark, sea green eyes met Hestia's brown eyes, watery with ecstasy and brimming with affection, and he smiled down at her. "Good girl."
His strong fingers entangled in her silky brown hair as he massaged her scalp, their bodies moving in sync and their hearts beating painfully loudly for the other to hear.
Their bodies, slick with sweat and heated with lust, rubbed together, and Percy buried his face in Hestia's hair, sniffing her sweet scent while whispering sweet nothings to her. His arms wrapped around her in a bear hug, strong and completely dwarfing her small, curvy body with his sheer size, enveloping her in his warmth as his movements slowed.
His cock continued to saw in and out of her in slow, deep thrusts that savoured the way her cunt responded, the way her velvet walls moulded to the shape of his diamond hard meat, the way her body was made to be the perfect cocksleeve for his pleasure.
Pressed against her like that, he could feel the bulge of his cock moving inside her, he could feel the warm, pillowy softness of her breasts mashed up against his chest, the way her stiff and sensitive pink nipples dragged along his chest.
Hestia was perfection itself.
Percy detached himself from her soft neck, however reluctantly, hovering above her with dark sea green eyes brimming with lust, eyeing the glistening hickeys he had left on her neck for a moment, before he dived down to attack her breasts once more.
"Yes, Daddy." The soft, drawn out moan of sheer ecstasy that left Hestia's pink lips was like honey to his ears. "Yes, maul my tits like that. Feast on your little baby girl's slutty tits- oh fuck..."
She trailed off in another long, drawn out moan as she felt Percy hilt himself inaide her once more, stretching her cunt out and filling her to the brim as he lavished her breasts with the attention that she so craved.
"Mmf, you're so tasty, goddess." Percy couldn't keep the groan of pleasure from escaping his lips, muffled against her soft, milky skin.
His lips were attached to her left breast, while his hand tended to her right, making sure that neither nipple felt neglected as he sucked on her stiff, flushed pink nubs. Percy buried his face in her breasts, enjoying the soft warmth against his face as he continued to tease her sensitive flesh with his tongue, dragging his tongue roughly against her stiff nipple and allowing his teeth to graze it slightly, enjoying all the reactions that he elicited from her. His lips wrapped around her pink areolas, his tongue teasing her sensitive nipples as he glanced up at her, his sea green eyes drinking in all the slutty expressions that she made as he continued to suck from her heaving tits.
Hestia for her part, was as vocal as she was physical, worshipful moans and lustful whimpers tumbling from her mouth as she was reduced to a mess, squirting helplessly all over Percy's cock and soaking the bed even further. Her back arched, pressing her tits to the world and offering her Master more of herself, even as he rammed against her womb with his throbbing cock.
Percy's left hand wasn't idle either, tugging and twisting her other nipple and sending bolts of masochistic bliss shooting through her being. He seemed hell bent on abusing her poor sensitive tits, leaving her pink flesh flushed red, brushing against her soft skin with his rough, calloused hands.
All the while, he was buried balls deep inside her, his hips moving slowly against hers to grind deep circles against her womb. Hestia's velvety walls spasmed around his cock, almost trying to milk him, coaxing him to dump his load inside her and knock her up.
"Mm, I'm about to cum, goddess." Percy detached himself reluctantly from her delicious breasts, eyeing the way her stiff, glistening nipple stood proudly, sticking out from the milky sea of her soft, heaving tits. "You wouldn't mind if I do something, do you?"
"Wh-what?" Hestia's eyelids fluttered as she struggled to register his words theiugh the haze of ecstasy washing over her, like waves of the ocean crashing upon a rock.
Percy didn't wait for her answer as he grabbed a hold of her slender arms, pinning it above her head and pulling Hestia into a submissive position, not that she wasn't used to it.
"Eep, Daddy no!" She squealed out loudly in embarrassment as Percy moved in closer, hovering above her. "Not there, that's dirty~"
Her loud moan betrayed her words, her cunt tightening around Percy's throbbing cock a testament to the arousal that she felt as Percy sucked the sweat off her armpits.
"No~" Her protests were weak and fell on deaf ears as she squirmed in a futile struggle, pinned by Percy's superior strength.
His lips trailed across the soft, smooth skin of her creamy armpits, burning up with lust as he tasted her sweet sweat, like nectar on his lips.
"You smell so good, goddess." Percy's words carried the same worshipful fervour that he expressed at Hestia's cooking, the idea that her bodily fluids could be as delicious as her cooking making the goddess blush prettily. "Mm."
He pressed into her harder, his cock ramming against her womb with an aggression that spoke of the lust that he was feeling, throbbing and pulsing with life.
Her stiff nipples dragged against the smooth skin of his tanned chest, her soft milky flesh mashed up against his sculpted pecs, sending sparks of ecstasy shooting through her body.
"I'm about to cum, baby girl." Percy's words were a barely audible whisper, drowned out by a drawn out blissful groan against her moist skin, though with how close they were and how sensitive Hestia's senses were, he might have as well screamed the words into her ear.
Hestia's hips snapped up to meet his, her pussy spasming around his cock as if his words were enough to draw her climax from the depths of her body. "Yes, yes, Daddy, please cum inside me! Pump my womb full of cum! Knock up your baby girl! Fuck!"
She threw her head back, her toes curling as she thrashed wildly, caught in the throes of another mind numbing orgasm that made her see white and hear static, her body out of her control as she floated off in a sea of white ecstasy. Her back arched almost violently, almost lifting her off the bed and testing Percy's strength as he pinned her back down, his hips never slowing down, continuing to pound her with as much force as he muster, making sure that her cunt remembered the shape and glory of her Master's cock with an obscene gape the day after.
"I'll be a good wife, Master! I'll be a good mother! I'll be a good cocksleeve!" Hestia all but screeched, thrashing underneath Percy's strong grip as he continued to suck on her smooth armpits. "I'll bear you loads of beautiful daughters, and I'll teach them how to be good daughters and suck your cock and spread their ass for their Daddy and take their Daddy's thick cum like their Mom- fuck!"
More and more words of obscenity and depravity left Hestia's swollen pink lips, fervent words that made Percy's cock throb and twitch inside her. Her velvet walls clung to his cock, almost massaging his thick meat in an attempt to milk his balls of all he was worth, her womb pressing a needy kiss to his tip. The shape and sheer size of his thick cock showed in an obscene bulge in her abdomen, almost reaching till her cute belly button and giving him a show of just how much he was messing her up woth every brutal thrust. Her fat pussy lips, milky and soft and oh so sensitive, were bruised with little petechiae, stretched taut around his thick cock, swallowing him greedily and reluctant to let go. Every time he withdrew his hips, her pussy lips got dragged along with his thick meat, gushing around his cock like a stream bursting through a dam.
"I love you so much, Hestia." Percy's lips continued to trail across the soft flesh of her armpits and inner arms, teasing her sensitive skin with soft kisses, tasting her sweet sweat on his lips, her scent filling his lungs making him feel lightheaded and even more horny than he already was. "You're so sweet, baby girl."
Hestia's little whimpers as she was babied by her Daddy while he pumped her full of his oversized cock was music to Percy's ears.
"You're doing so well darling." He hilted himself inside her, pressing against her womb with an urgent need, moving his hips against hers and grinding his cock against the most sensitive parts of her fertile womb, ready to knock her up. "Just hang on a little more, Daddy's almost there. You want Daddy to knock you up right? Daddy will pump your womb full of your favourite treat."
"Yes, yesshhh~" Hestia's slurred words trailed off in a long drawn out moan as Percy again returned to her breasts, feeling that he had neglected them long enough. His lips immediately wrapped around her stiff, pink nipples as he sucked on her breasts hungrily to make her leak milk that wasn't there yet, his large hands holding onto her slim waist, his thick, rough fingers digging into her soft flesh and leaving angry red fingerprints on her flawless milky skin.
"Daddy~" Hestia let out a lewd moan as she wrapped her slender arms around Percy's neck, burying his face in her breasts, and ignoring the muffled sound he made as he was suffocated with the hearth goddess' massive mommy milkers. "I'm about to cum."
Her hips rolled to meet his thrusts, matching his movements, his thick throbbing cock grinding against her cervix in a desperate need to climax.
"Hestia, I'm cumming." His words were muffled by her smooth, soft milky skin, his soft lips brushing up against her stiff, rosy nipple as he buried his face in her tits. "Take it all. Get knocked up, you slutty goddess."
His balls churned and his cock pulsed. The goddess' body seemed to react to his impending climax with an orgasm of its own, pushing him over the edge with the way her warm, molten pussy gushed and spasmed around his thick cock, her velvety walls clinging to every contour of his cock and almost sucking him in like a vacuum, trying to milk him and coax all the cum straight from his heavy balls.
Percy groaned, his hips snapping forward as he hilted himself inside her, pushing her down and pinning her to the bed as he came violently, his toes curling and his arms trembling as his hips gave way, bucking and trying to somehow push even deeper inside the goddess.
"Fuck yes, Daddy." Hestia hissed in ecstasy as she felt the burning cum flood her womb, so thick and hot like her favourite cream. Her legs wrapped around her lover's waist, tightening with her impossible divine strength, making sure that he could never leave the tight, suffocating seal made by her fat pussy lips stretched around his thick meat until he had dumped everything that he could inside her womb.
Percy couldn't help it as he came helplessly, his cock gushing like a firehose as he dumped what seemed like gallons of cum inside Hestia- and the goddess took it like a champ, not even batting an eye as she was pumped full of thick seed, unperturbed at being pumped full of a thick cock half the size of her torso.
It was like Hestia had been destined to be a goddess of fertility and breeding, but had accidentally become a maiden goddess instead, her lewd features showing only ecstasy and sheer bliss, her massive breasts milky and flawless, heaving, her soft flesh jiggling enticingly with every breath, her skin glistening with a sheen of sweat, her brown eyes rolled up until only the white of her eyes showed.
Percy pushed himself free from her vice grip, barely managing to overpower her godly strength without hurting her, his dark sea green eyes immediately drawn to her stomach. His hips still bucked forward in snappy little thrusts, still spewing thick ropes of cum, and he could clearly make out the obscene bulge of his cock before it gave way to a small, arousing baby bump on her normally flat stomach, a belly bump that was slowly growing larger, swelling with every passing second as he continued to cum helplessly, pumping her womb full of his thick fertile cum just the way she wanted it.
"Fuck, Hestia." He couldn't help the groan that left his lips as he looked down at his goddess, lust given phayical form, the velvety walls of her pussy tight around his cock, as if milking him.
And milk him she did, the tight seal formed by her fat pussy lips refusing to let go of his pulsing cock, her body seemingly with a mind of its own until ger smooth belly had inflated until she looked heavily pregnant with Olympus knows how many kids, her cute little belly button slightly everted, and her flawless, glistening porcelain skin flushed slightly pink.
She looked so sexy, tempting Percy to pump her ass full of cum as well to match, and feed her a bucket load of his thick cream as well until all three of her holes were gaping and gushing with thick, pearly seed- to try and break her, and test to see how just how much of his thick cum her fertle body could take without snapping.
Her full pink lips were swollen and glistening with the innumerable kisses they had shared, her cheeks flushed a vibrant pink and her brown eyes warm and hazy with ecstasy and her chin stained with saliva. Her shoulders were tinted pink, her massive milky breasts heaving, round and firm on her chest and tipped with twin nipples, stiff amd puffy and delicious looking, glistening with saliva and flushed red from abuse. Her arms were spread on the bed, as if inviting him for a hug, and Percy spied her cute armpits, flushed pink and glistening slightly with sweat and saliva, almost inviting him in for another quick taste.
Percy's eyes trailed downwards to the way her stomach was distended, looking so heavily pregnant with her womb distended with gallons of thick cum, barely held in place with his thick cock plugging her cunt, her fat pussy lips stretched around his meat. Her slim waist led way to wide hips made for childbirth, her skin flawless and creamy, marred by a riddled mess of thick, angry red fingerprints that marked her as his, staking his claim on her body.
"Fuck, Hestia." Percy let out a low hiss as he withdrew his cock from inside her, struggling a bit with the way her cunt clung to his cock, her womb filled to the brim with thick cum, dropping to press a needy kiss to the tip of his cock, a silent plea for him to pump her with another load. "You're so sexy."
Her swollen, fat lips clung to his cock, to every ridge and vein, being dragged out along with his cock, until Percy had to hold her still, his hands sinking into the soft flesh of her thighs as he held her still.
His cock left the sweet, warm embrace of her tight pussy with a lewd sound- a testament to just how tight she was- leaving her cunt gaping obscenely, clenching helplessly around air and ruined beyond measure. Her ruined cunt, no longer plugged by his thick cock could barely resist against the overwhelming pressure in her overfilled womb, and a thick waterfall of jizz gushed forth from her cunt, pooling around her crotch and ruining the bedsheets of her cabin bed.
"Mm." Hestia made a muted sound of annoyance, her arm twitching weakly as she felt the reward that she had worked hard to get spill from her womb, but that was all she could manage, spent and her body bone tired just from taking the brutal dicking that Percy had treated her to. "Daddy~"
Her eyelids fluttered as she struggled to stay conscious and dozed off, and for a moment, Percy wondered what to do.
The yacht they were on rocked gently underneath their feet, the wooden floor of the cabin cool against his bare feet. It was getting late, and Percy feared that the girls were beginning to miss him- and sooner or later, they would stumble upon the mess they had made.
He wasn't worried too much, and more likely than not, the girls already knew what the two of them were up to. But still, Percy wanted to respect Hestia's privacy- somewhat- so he figured that he should at least get a move on.
Leaving the ruined goddess on the bed, amidst the soaked bedsheets ruined with cum, sweat and their mixed fluids, her belly bloated with cum and her cunt gaping, Percy staggered towards where he had dropped his shorts.
"Ope, forgot one thing." He stopped in his tracks, feeling his heavy cock, still partially erect and filthy, covered with a mess of Hestia's fluids and pearly strings of his seed, swing in front of him, slapping against his thigh with a wet slap. "Forgot to clean myself- let's just do it quickly once..."
Acting as if he had merely forgotten as chore while his Mum was pulling into the driveway, Percy padded back over to the bed, glancing around the room for something to clean his filthy cock with.
The only thing that met his eyes were his own clothes and Hestia's- though he figured that if he cleaned himself with Hestia's sweat soaked tank top, he would not be able to resist making even more of a mess.
"Time for a quick executive decision." Percy climbed back onto the bed, crawling on his knees towards the sleeping goddess. Her chest rose and fell in tandem with her soft breaths, her soft breasts jiggling and bouncing enticingly, making every moment a struggle with himself not to molest her tits once more. "Sorry, goddess..."
He slapped his cock on his goddess' pink lips, smearing her stained, swollen lips with the filthy mixture of lewd juices that coated his cock, clinging to his thick meat in pearly droplets.
"Mm." Hestia made a low sound, her body reacting to the lewd, aphrodisiacal smell that invaded her nostrils, her lips parting almost automatically to give entrance to his oversized cock, and Percy obliged with her body's unspoken needs, using the goddess, worshipped by millions as their everything, as she was meant to be used, a cumrag for him to clean his filthy cock with.
The sight of the unconscious Hestia sucking weakly on his cock, her tongue lapping at the mixture of cum and her nectar that coated his thick meat gave Percy an exhilarating rush, and his hips moved almost on their own, sawing his cock across her lips and making sure that she cleaned every single nook and cranny with her tongue.
His thrusts were not well aimed, with the end result that he ended up smearing her cheeks and lips with more cum, but he didn't care too much about that, the beads of pearly cum that whitened her pale skin and smeared on her glistening cheeks and lips only enhancing how sexy she looked. His eyes fluttered close as he kept on poking and prodding her soft cheeks with his rock hard, throbbing cock as she washed her Master's cock with her tongue like the bitch that she was, until his cock was clean and glistening with a nice, uniform sheen of her sweet saliva.
"Mm, you're so good, Hestia." He couldn't help the groan that escaped his lips as he felt her soft lips worshipping his veiny, throbbing cock with everything that she had, the sleeping goddess unaware of what her body was doing on its own, though Percy wondered whether she would have done anything differently even if she had been awake.
His cock throbbed powerfully as he continued to get off using the goddess' pillowy lips, and Percy had to resist the urge to treat her to the one-man bukkake that she liked so much- just a nice little treat for the goddess' hard work when she woke up.
Nope, it was getting late.
His cock now clean, he pulled away, clamping down on his self control with a vice grip and will like unyielding steel, averting his gaze from the way her lips puckered needily to taste his cock again or the way her soft, milky breasts jiggled with her gentle breaths. Hestia would have to be content with the cum that he had pumped her fertile womb full of- the thought of the hearth goddess waking up and immediately greedily feeding on dollops of his thick cum that she would retrieve with her nimble fingers from her gaping, cum stuffed cunt made Percy's cock throb again.
He snapped his fingers, using his godly powers to clean and dress himself, leaving the filthy goddess, ruined and dirty, sleeping peacefully amidst ruined sheets soaked with the products of their padsionate coupling.
"Hmm... this is gonna be an interesting few days."
AN: Have y'all been listening to Behemoth lately? Despite their cringy naming scheme, 'The Shit ov God' slaps unironically.
Also, Bloodywood. Never thought that I would be listening to an Indian metal band so religiously. There's another one, I think it was called 'Dashavatar' or something, which is also nice. But really, Bloodwood is cooking with their new album. Somewhat literally, since their latest song is titled 'Tadka'. Go check them out, because they're a nice band and just kind of finding their legs, so every bit of support is nice.
Also, this yacht sort of theme will continue for the next two chapters or so. Do you want them to actually do some sort of swimming or diving or shit like that, or should I just focus on debauchery atop a yacht? Because this sort of debauchery is gonna be exhibitionist shit, because they're gonna fuck on every single surface, amidst everyone. Maybe the first step towards them having the massive orgy I have planned.
Keep calm and headbang!