Artemis chuckled nervously at her position. Half naked in front of a her crush. Not only that, she was helplessly pinned to the tree as Percy gazed at her lustfully, the shadow tendrils he had summoned crawling up the tree trunk to touch her bare, pale skin like invasive predators controlled by a hot, Dark mastermind. The cool tendrils curled against her feet, slightly tickling her sensitive skin with gentle, fleeting touches and soft massages. Artemis ground her teeth, shaking her head to tear herself away from the pleasurable sensations Percy's divine powers could bring her, his warm skin pressed against his, or the feeling of his diamond hard muscles.
She gulped. "Percy, what is this?"
She looked around, her silver eyes wide with slight fear.
Percy smiled gently down at her, holding her tightly in his protective arms. "Don't worry, Artemis. I'm here."
As if that would solve everything. Well, if Artemis had any say in the matter, then it would probably solve everything.
She ignored the warm, tingly feeling running up her spine, or the rapid beating of her heart to favour staring into her lover's dark sea green eyes, swirling equal parts with emotion and hunger. She ignored the wanton pride she felt, knowing that she could make him look at her that way.
"They are all under my complete control, Artemis. It's sort of like how Hades does it, or how Nyx does it." He explained softly, his rough fingers gently caressing her soft, smooth skin. Percy sighed, "Artemis, do you trust me?"
She nodded frantically, afraid that he would leave her, or mistake her emotions as something else. Repulsion, for example.
Artemis had enough experience with Percy's inferiority complex, a fruit of years of abuse as a child.
"And you want to be fucked?"
The moon goddess blushed, and stammered, all her previous thoughts evaporating at his blunt words, "It could have been worded a bit better, but yeah."
"Great." The shadows closed in around the goddess, cold, smooth and dark, reflecting Percy's normally cool facade, but contrasting the warm feeling in his stomach, or the burning hunger he felt at her sight. "And do you have anything against my powers as a Dark god?"
"N-no. But-"
"No buts. You want to sleep with Percy, yes? And this, this... tentacles," Percy's smirk told her that she was missing something there, "Are part of me. The same son of Poseidon, the Dark god, etc."
"It looks like Venom. This is all very confusing- I-"
She was cut off.
"Artemis, relax." Percy soothed. "You have wanted this, and I am giving it to you. Trust me, it will feel good after some time... like really good."
"Percy-"
He sighed. "Alright, if you want, I can despawn them."
"What?"
"I just wanted to watch you lose your innocence and get all tied up so bad."
"Percy-"
"Don't think of them like living things. They are just shadows! It's like Demeter's vines... hmm, they would make good BDSM implements, I wonder if she is into such stuff."
"Percy will you just stop for a moment and listen?!" Artemis shouted at him, frustrated, but he was off on a tangent. She gritted her teeth at being ignored, the ugly feeling in her chest rearing it's head again as he talked about her fellow goddess' sexual preferences.
"It's like having my own private sex toy that nobody else has access to. That's pretty convenient, I hae to say."
"Are you done?"
He glanced down at the goddess. "Yes, I am done... for now."
He could not help but appreciate Artemis' beauty. Especially when she had minimal clothes on.
Her soft, gentle face looked cute, torn between fear and anger, as her eyebrows furrowed in an adorable frown. Her lush auburn hair was done in a messy ponytail, a fiery red mane of silky softness around her head like a divine halo marking her like the goddess she was. She sucked her bottom lip between her teeth, like she did whenever she was angry or dissatisfied with something. Her plump pink lips looked, in a word, perfectly kissable. Her silver eyes swirled darkly with a mixture of identifiable emotions, confusion, nervousness and indecision chief among them. Her smooth, soft cheeks were tinged golden.
Percy's eyes wandered down her slender neck, following her smooth, creamy collarbones as his eyes dipped to peek beneath her shirt at her creamy cleavage. Her pale ivory skin glowed slightly with life and health. She was wearing just a small tank top, which allowed him to sneak a peek at her toned, yet curvy, stomach, cute belly button and the prominent hipbones of wide, childbearing hips. Her chest was the most prominent feature that caught his attention, though. The only word that could do her plentiful assets justice was 'perfect'. They stretched the fabric of her top, showing off her perfect, B- cup -almost C- breasts, similar to Thalia's, tits that could only belong on goddesses like her. Large, undoubtedly delicious, erect nipples poked through the thin fabric, showing her lack of a bra. Despite her size and consequent weight, her tits sat firm and round on her chest, with absolutely no bit of sag, jiggling and bouncing enticingly with every breath that she took.
Her slender arms, slightly muscled through decades of hunting, struggled futilely against his firm grip as he pinned her against the tree she had been perched on not so long ago.
Despite all that, her long, slender legs were wrapped around his waist, drawing him closer to her as she involuntarily moved her hips to grind her wet cunt against him. Artemis panties barely did anything to conceal her modesty in her erotic, eighteen-year-old body. The silvery-white piece of fabric was lost between her soft thighs, the equally soft, firm flesh of her large bubble butt stretching it so tight that it slightly dug into her cloudy flesh. The fabric around her cunt, the only barrier separating her virginity from the lust-inducing, Dark predator in front of her, was rapidly moistening to show off her lust, almost turning see-through with the amount of feminine liquids she was gushing.
Artemis blushed when she saw Percy carefully observe her pink pussy through the almost transparent fabric of her panties, feeling the tight fabric rub against her exposed clit, the moist cloth hugging her tight, sensitive pussy. She had even started shaving herself completely clean a couple of years ago, hoping to be fully prepared for this day!
So, why was she chickening out now?
Artemis took a deep, shuddering breath, preparing herself for what was about to come. She felt goosebumps travel up her smooth skin, shivering slightly as she felt Percy's warm breath on her flushed skin. The cool air of the forest stung her skin, the moist, rough bark of the tree she was pressed against digging into her back.
She felt his swirling, powerful and aggressive, sea-green eyes staring at her, darkening rapidly with lust that raged like a storm, promising to ravage her and leave a dirty, blubbering, cumstuffed mess in its wake.
A small, devilish smirk played on Percy's lips, making all sorts of pleasurable tingles to go through her clit. Her wet panties were pressed against Percy's smooth, warm skin...
And for the first time, Artemis was touched by his shadows, which took her gently from his arms. She could only watch helplessly as they moved her like she was a weak, needy doll, their smooth, cool tendrils massaging and pressing all sorts of sensitive points, relaxing her muscles with skill she did not know he possessed, skeptical that he could control those shadows so intricately so as to pleasure her that well.
"So, Huntress..." His voice was soft, and Artemis could barely make out his words over her heavy breathing and racing heart, making her feel thankful for the forest's eerie silence.
"Should we continue the hunt?" He moved in closer, as she was held captive. Suddenly, Artemis couldn't help but feel exposed, as her thighs were spread by surprisingly strong tendrils, displaying her soaked through, almost transparent panties. Her face had taken a permanent gold hue, and her struggling bore no fruits as she was clutched tightly in the firm wraps of his unparalleled power.
Artemis still had trouble wrapping her head around the entire idea that Percy could control so many shadow tendrils so finely, with such finesse that even Hades would be envious of. Okay, maybe not Hades, but any of the minor gods who had been practicing for millennia, as compared to this Dark god, who had been immortal for barely two months.
His subtle suggestions had sent the perverted part of her mind into overdrive as she came up with scenarios, each better than the last. She could feel a hungry warmth spread from her wet core, she craved touch, and touch he would give.
She shook her head to clear her thoughts, making her auburn curls bounce. Percy felt himself smirk at the action, it seemed that she was still in denial about the fact that she was half-naked and hopelessly aroused, just minutes away from being pounded into oblivion, restrained as she was held firmly against his chest.
"But you have been caught. So you need to pay a price to be set free again."
Artemis' breath hitched at his words as her futile struggling dropped. What price was he talking about? Would he take her virginity?
She cursed the sudden, lustful throbbing of her needy cunt, or the rapid gush of juices from her wet pussy.
Percy pressed his lips softly to hers, making Artemis melt as she attempted to kiss back weakly, cursing the hormones coursing through her bloodstream. His lips moulded to hers as he leaned down, kissing her soft, full pink lips gently, exuding warmth and protection, and making all of Artemis' fears melt away.
Apparently, Artemis' melting point was Percy Jackson degrees Celsius.
He broke away, staring at her with those endless sea-green pools that always made her stumble over her words. Her thought processes halted as his sharp gaze seemed to pierce her very soul, and his beautiful, dangerous eyes were the only things that she could think of, making her body tremble at the way the shadows crawled across his face, at the way his rough, angry scars peeked out from beneath his sleeveless t-shirt.
It took her some time, and several repetitions, to full, comprehend Percy's words.
She nodded, shooting him a weak smile that trembled, as she tried to ignore the alien, needy throbbing in her cunt. "Don't worry, Percy. I'll tell you whenever I feel uncomfortable with the situation. I can always flash out." She comforted him, wondering what he was going to pull next.
It turned out, her panties were the thing that he wanted to pull next.
"Percy!" She squealed as golden, immortal ichor rushed to her hot face, thrashing around in the iron grip of the tendrils restraining her. His fingers slipped beneath her panties, curling and tugging at her waistline, trying to work her underwear off.
It was slightly tough with it sticking to her skin with all the juices she was gushing, but he managed, nevertheless, to bring it down to her ankles, before he pocketed Artemis' soaked panties. With a silly grin on his face like a child that had just discovered something, he moved between her long, slender legs, holding them apart so that he could enjoy an unobstructed view of her millennia-old, undoubtedly unbelievably tight, virgin pussy.
He saw Artemis' face heat up even further to unbelievable proportions that made him think she was turning from gold to white from the heat, as he involuntarily wolf-whistled at her tight, glistening pink pussy.
His mind had trouble comprehending the fact that he was the first living being that had seen Artemis' pussy so close up. His fingers twitched for his camera so that he could capture Artemis' tight virgin pussy, glistening with her hot nectar, a pink, forbidden fruit that he would be the first, and the only, person to ever taste. He wanted to take a picture of her glistening cunt before he went ahead and claimed her, ruining her tightness with the magical bitch breaker he had. He wanted to capture Artemis' lewd expression in a high-quality photograph, held up by one of the other bodies, chewing on her lower lip as she avoided looking at him with half-lidded silver eyes clouded with lust. A permanent golden blush dusting her cheeks marked her embarrassment.
"Wh-what are you doing?" She stuttered, the blush refusing to leave her face as she struggled futile against the iron grip of the Dark god holding her. She felt exposed, vulnerable, and weak, with only a thin tank top on her person, and a smoking hot god gazing at her with dark, lustful intentions, barely inches away from her exposed pussy.
Normally, she would have killed him, and sentenced him to a fate worse than the Void, but it was Percy, after all, she reassured herself...
His reassuring presence washed over her being, temporarily putting her off guard as her mind involuntarily wandered to all the pleasurable sensations she was feeling, the exciting tingles in her clit that she felt from being watched by his dark eyes, the cool air of the forest against her moist nether regions, the warmth emanating from Percy standing between her legs, the gentle, cool touch of the shadows holding her up. His hands were smooth, yet rough and hard against the soft flesh of her supple thighs.
And the very next moment, she regretted dropping her guard, as she was unceremoniously dropped on the soft, moist forest floor. "Fuck, what was that for, Jackson?!"
She sounded angry as she glared up at him, who just smirked devilishly in response, winking at her, which again sent blood rushing to her face. Whatever effect her glare might have had in her mostly naked state, was ruined as she struggled to stand on trembling legs.
"Now, Huntress. You start running again. Get back to the house, and you win. I catch you in the forest, I win." He stopped for a moment, before laughing loudly. "It doesn't matter really. If you win, you are getting fucked on my bed, if you lose, you are getting fucked against a tree."
"I'm supposed to get to the house like this?!" She gestured angrily to her naked state, save for the tank top covering her massive, braless breasts.
He raised an eyebrow at the fact that she had totally forgotten about her immortal powers, before shrugging. "If you want to lose your virginity on a dirty forest floor, then don't."
Artemis fell silent as she contemplated her options, her silver eyes darting nervously from the Dark god casually leaning against a tree and playing with her wet panties, to the mansion's general direction.
The moon goddess did the only sensible thing anyone in her potion would do. She turned around, and ran, cursing herself for choosing a spot so deep inside the forest.
She heard Percy laughing at her, but could not think much of it, as his mocking laughter echoed and reverberated. She had never felt more humiliated in her life as she stumbled half-naked through the tropical forest of Ogygia, ashamed and cursing herself for feeling aroused at her situation.
She could not help it- the addictive tingles that went through her clit like pleasurable electric shocks, making her crave for more. The involuntarily bucking of her hips, exposing herself more to the accursed Dark god. The butterflies in her stomach at how he had taken control of the situation, and ruthlessly, mercilessly, crushed her. The aroused crinkling of her erect, dark rosy nipples every time he would laugh. The nervous biting of her lips every time she did something, fearing that she would disappoint him.
Percy was never angry at those he loved. And he was rarely disappointed. But when he was, his gaze told her everything she needed to know, and Artemis would involuntarily want to go and die in a hole somewhere in the middle of Mexico.
He was that potent. He never expressed his emotions openly in words, instead attracting their attention to silly things like video games or his goofiness, but his gaze remained a doorway to his heart.
And that very gaze was dark with lust and barely restrained sadistic desires, and, even more terrifying, aimed at her.
Artemis cursed her lack of proper footwear, as she sprinted barefoot through the hard to navigate, dense forest. Her sense of direction was completely thrown off by her turbulent emotions, and she felt annoyed at the persistent throbbing of a severe case of pre- blue clit if she did not get off soon. Her thighs trembled and her knees were weak, threatening to give with every step she took.
She cursed her lack of a tight bra, as her tits jiggled and bounced madly as she sprinted, hindering her progress. She was just thankful that Percy was the only male on the island.
Nevertheless, she was sure that he was enjoying the involuntary show she was treating him to. Not that she had any choice, of course.
A traitorous part of her mind reminded her that she did have a choice. Percy had told her that she could give up whenever she wanted to, and he would not judge her. That she could just flash away from the jungle, and back into her room.
Dirt stuck to her ass, thighs and palms, cool and moist, from when she was dropped on her ass, but Artemis could not care less.
She saw dark shadows, long, tall and imposing, flitting through the dark trees, long, bestial shadows of long-extinct predators, worse than any monster Tartarus could provide, hunting for helpless prey. Wolflike howls tore through the air, sending shivers up her spine. Predatory growls came from seemingly nowhere, echoes of mocking laughter reverberated through the air to create a deafening cacophony. She could no longer identify what was original, and what was an echo.
Were that symptoms of severe blue clit setting in?
The aura that hung thick in the forest was oppressive, always keeping her on edge, moving constantly as she felt like there were eyes in every shadow, watching her every movement, following her like a long-awaited chapter that the stupid, lazy author was too late to deliver.
It was, in a word, Dark.
Despite how smoking hot Percy was, and goofy and funny and caring, and all that, he was still a Dark god. The shadows that fell across his face had the dangerous ability to incapacitate any girl with a small, disarming smile.
Artemis remembered that despite everything, Percy was still a Dark god. The painful throbbing in her clit was a constant reminder of his cruelty. The fear in her heart, as she stumbled and searched through the forest, was a reminder of his unforgiving sadism.
He was cruel and sadistic, but still, Artemis could not help but feel like she rightfully belonged to him. Nobody could make her feel like he did- she laughed openly as she basked in the comfort he exuded, and in the next moment, something would happen, and she was on edge as he gazed around.
Some people... are very good at masking their true selves. She remembered Calypso saying, that Percy always hid himself.
It didn't matter to Artemis. She loved him, no matter what he did, she knew that she would always be his, she would always love him, did not matter if he was suicidal, insane, or loving.
Why was she thinking of all this now?
Artemis did not know.
Percy was more beast than man right then as he hunted her, the helpless moon goddess sprinting naked through the forest on weak, trembling legs.
He was the devil.
But the devil did not come with horns and hooves. He came as everything you had ever wanted and longed for.
Artemis laughed at her thoughts, before concentrating on the situation at hand. The gravity of the situation could not be dismissed just like that.
She hesitated, relenting her breakneck speed for just a moment, feeling the relentless burn in her naked crotch assaulted by the chilly air.
Should she climb a tree?
She immediately dismissed the idea. Percy had found her once, he would find her again.
She had to get back to the house as soon as possible.
And Artemis took off again, her legs straining, as her thighs started to cramp. But she did not relent. Her chest heaved from her heavy, laboured breaths, but she had had much worse than this.
Her hunter was much worse.
She had a fairly effective strategy. Percy had left a trail of sand in his wake, clearing all undergrowth and leaving a clear direction for her to move along. It was no paved road, but it was all she could ask for.
Artemis felt a victorious smirk curl up on her lips as she caught sight of the approaching light through the gaps in the trees, the darkness of the forest melting away to reveal the light of day, and with it, hopes of escape.
She was not called the much-feared, Artemis the man-hater, for nothing. Percy would have to try harder than that if he wanted to fuck her. She wouldn't give up without a fight.
And then, she had a real taste of Percy's cruelty.
She had almost reached the pool, she could almost taste freedom on her lips. Her silver eyes saw the calm glistening pool, and the distant house, its glass windows and door glinting. The sky was still grey and cloudy.
Artemis did not care for her sweaty, naked, dishevelled appearance then. She was free!
Before she promptly slammed into what seemed like a solid wall.
Percy did not even flinch as the moon goddess slammed into him at full speed. His expression did not change from the smug smirk twisting his features, as he looked down at the prostrate goddess sprawled on the ground, looking up at him with fear in her wide, maddeningly innocent silver eyes that made him growl animalistically.
Several thoughts flooded his mind, emerging from the shadows of his insanity, all laughing and mocking her.
Having to put visible effort into suppressing them, Percy found himself clapping slowly. "Artemis, Artemis. So close to freedom, yet so far." He laughed, before whispering to himself, "Damn, I'm really getting into this villain character."
He shook his head to clear his thoughts, before kneeling down by her head. "You gave me the best show I've had in years, and all you did was sprint for your life half-naked. Damn, you're sexy, Artemis."
She felt oddly happy at the compliment, as he patted her cheek gently. "It would have been even better if..."
He shook his head as a small smile played upon his lips. "Now, should we get into the main event?"
Artemis gulped nervously in response, making no attempt to move from her spot on the bare ground. The cool earth comforted her, sticking to the bare skin of her ass and legs. Her feet were caked in it, and as she dropped her head to the ground, she was sure that there was mud in her lush, auburn hair.
"Are you alright, Artemis? That was some good running you did there... I'm sorry. I should have known better. I just got so caught up... I forgot that you were not Annabeth. Damn... fuck, Artemis, if you want to leave, you can do so now. We can do anything you like. I'll even wipe this memory from my mind. Do you want this... or do you want us to make love? I'm fine with anything." Percy lied. In truth, if she did choose to have slow, vanilla sex, he would die inside.
He felt himself wilting at her annoyed expression.
First of all, Artemis HATED being compared to Annabeth. She was better in every way, and she would prove it.
"Percy," her voice was soft, though it held a commanding edge, "I don't mind. I lost, so you have the right to do whatever you want to my body. So, let your imagination run wild."
His ears perked up at her words, as a small smile appeared on his face. "Artemis, you don't need to do this just because you lost."
"Fuck me, Percy." She ignored his words, instead opting to fix him with a hot, sultry stare as she spread herself lavishly on the forest floor, as if the dirt and moss-covered soil were the soft, expensive velvet and silk sheets of her bedroom.
He grinned as his eyes involuntarily dropped to stare at her juicy, glistening pink cunt, the sensitive forbidden fruit of the millennia-old virgin goddess nestled right between her spread thighs.
"First, let's get you cleaned up, goddess."
A small smile played upon his lips as he snapped his fingers, getting the moon goddess all cleaned and freshened up. She would need all the energy she could get for what was coming.
Moving to kneel by her head, he whispered, "Are you ready, goddess?"
Her small, nervous nod was the only permission he needed to go berserk on her body.
Artemis was treated like a rag doll as she was held in strong tendrils of shadow, pinned against a warm and comforting, strong, broad muscular chest. Strong, deft fingers and warm, soft lips explored her delicate body, pressing and massaging to make her feel all sorts of spine-tingling pleasure, perfectly contrasting the cool, smooth touch of the shadows exploring her skin, following their master's lead to the letter.
She arched her back as she leaned her head, her moans and lewd sounds of pleasure flooding into the silence of the forest. Artemis tried to bring her arms up to stifle the sounds she was making, but they were restrained.
Her lips latched onto Percy's, while she ground her naked, sopping cunt against his chiselled abs and strong chest. He kissed hungrily, passionately, making Artemis feel light-headed as he devoured and dominated her, pushing her head back with his aggression. His strong, mischievous, calloused rough hands rubbed, and trailed along the sensitive insides of her supple, creamy thighs seemingly with a mind of their own. His teasing, slight touches burnt her, leaving a trail of intoxicating fire in their wake that made her pale skin flush gold with lustful desire.
His strong body pressed her against a tree, a cool, damp wall of rough bark and soft moss.
All of Artemis' doubts at being pinned half-naked between him and a tree, evaporated as he broke the kiss to trail his wet lips along her exposed neck, sucking and nibbling her soft skin, and leaving glistening purple love bites in his wake. She moaned at his ministrations, tilting her head back further to allow him greater access to her neck, flooding his face with her lush auburn hair. His hands rested on her large, firm bubble butt, holding her up with nothing but that, as he massaged and teased her ass. His hands, rough and calloused, unlike the shadows wrapped around her thighs, squeezed and played with the soft, cloudy flesh of her milky ass. His teasing fingers sometimes ran along her ass crack, teasing and pressing, exploring her pink asshole, as tight and unyielding as her wet pussy.
And even through all that, her senses, heightened by the deprived, controlled ecstasy she was feeling, could feel several more shadows on her body, crawling and writhing like alive snakes on her body, touching and massaging all her sensitive spots and tickling her, making shivers run up her spine at the wide variety of sensations her body was being put through.
As Percy's hands spread her thighs to get unrestrained access to her glistening, sopping wet cunt, there were shadows exploring her sensitive, virgin cunt. Her mind, overloaded with ecstasy that made her crave more, no longer cared how Percy pleasured her. His strong, rough fingers probed and pressed against her smoothly shaved cunt, exploring her soft skin coated with her warm nectar. His experienced fingers found all her sensitive spots one after the other, ones that had taken her years to find, and others that she did not know even existed. He teased and gently tugged her exposed clit, making her moan into the first one's mouth as her hips bucked involuntarily into his waist.
And another set of shadowy tendrils were trying their best to completely undress her amidst all the other things that were going on. They tugged at her short tank top, but to little success.
The fact that he was trying his best to grope and tease her massive, heaving tits might have played a role in that regard. Smooth shadows, controlled by his mind dipped under her tank top, feeling the warm underside of her boobs, and running along the bare, smooth skin of her milky tits, revelling in her braless state. They wrapped around her nipples, tugging and pinching and twisting her large, sensitive, erect nubs of pink flesh through the fabric of her top. Strong, smooth tendrils, like Demeter's vines, groped and massaged her massive, milky tits without shame, her cloudy flesh yielding under their merciless, rough and aggressive touch. They were unyielding as he undressed her roughly, bunching her tank top around her shoulders so that her warm, milky tits were exposed to the world.
Artemis yelped suddenly, breaking her intense, passionate liplock to yelp in surprise and shame as she was spanked. She felt a stinging on her pale, creamy ass, marked by an angry red mark on her pale, ivory skin.
The moon goddess turned to glare at the offending tendril, not caring about her shameless, naked appearance or the fact that they were being controlled by the God holding her, or the fact that they were not sentient.
Percy laughed at her.
"Now it's time for the main event, goddess."
Artemis' glare lost its focus as a golden blush crept up her neck, and she glanced around nervously at his lecherous grin.
And again, she felt the vines holding her up give way abruptly, and she would have again, unceremoniously collapsed to the ground... that is, if she had not been Artemis.
Her legs, trembling and on weak knees, snapped out, supporting her light weight as she gracefully dropped to her feet. "What was that?" The death glare she was famous for, returned full force.
Artemis tried to hide the nervousness and excitement that she felt as he closed in around her, showing her the difference in their heights. Artemis' slim, lithe body seemed to be enclosed in a cage of muscle and shadow, and she had to look up to stare at his grinning face, her shorter height reaching only till his broad chest.
The sudden gush of feminine juices that trickled down her clenched thighs betrayed her true emotions as she chewed on her lower lip, looking around for an escape route with fear-laden silver eyes. Her thighs ground together as she tried to stifle the roaring flame of needy lust between her thighs.
Artemis flinched at the sudden sound, as a pair of shorts hit the dirty forest floor.
Percy smirked, "Already lost your nerve?"
She smirked, "You wiiiiii..." she trailed off, staring at his exposed dick, a glorious, majestic bitch breaker that made her thoughts fuzzy, arching up, defying gravity despite its obvious weight. A bulbous purple head as large, if not larger, than her fist bobbed and throbbed in tandem with his heartbeat, the slit leaking a clear fluid that she marked as pre-cum. The moon goddess gulped, staring at his massive, erect cock, as large as her entire arm. The thick slab of hard muscle, ridged and crisscrossed with veins, made her heart beat faster, the musky scent making her feel lightheaded.
Before she could fully comprehend what she was doing or what was happening, her small hands had wrapped around his cocks, making the god moan at her soft touch.
She watched, entranced, as he closed his eyes, an intense look of concentration on his face, before snapping his eyes open with a wide grin on his features.
Meeting her curious expression, he gestured with his eyes, and Artemis almost got whiplash as she turned around, to watch another set of shadows emerge from the ground. These ones were different, however...
She glanced back and forth to confirm her suspicions, her pussy leaking her juices more profusely as she realised that these shadows/vines/tendrils were, in fact, shaped perfectly to resemble his cock, acting like dildos that followed his every mental command.
If she had been in the right state of mind, Artemis would have asked if Percy could feel whatever the tendrils... 'felt', for lack of a better term.
But she was far from being in the right state of mind.
Artemis felt a golden blush creep up on her face, but despite her embarrassment, she did what Percy wordlessly asked her to, her soft, small hand wrapping around one of the new cocks she had to pleasure.
She stroked the two cocks, one a dildo, a perfect replica of the real one, slowly, feeling the warm, and cool, hardness in her soft hands which looked too small in comparison with his massive thirteen-inch horse cock. She felt warm, veiny skin smeared with his warm precum, making it slightly easier for her to stroke him. She gulped, grinding her thighs together as she bit her lower lip, feeling them twitch in her hands.
She felt a rough, strong hand on her shoulder, and looked up to see Percy smirk at her. She had been too engrossed with pleasuring the two in her hands to notice the other shadows creeping up on them.
Percy smirked as he saw the chaste virgin Artemis eagerly pleasing two cocks at once with her small, soft hands.
"On your knees," he ordered, pushing her to her knees under them, till she was kneeling on the dirty forest floor, which dug into her knees.
He forced her eager hand off his meat, replacing it with a second, dildo, should we call them?
He gripped her auburn hair tightly, tilting her head back. Artemis did not relent her rapid pace as she continued jerking off the two throbbing cocks in her small, soft hands. Not content with her pace, he mentally commanded the vines to go faster, fucking her small, smooth and soft hand, aided by the warm precum making the dark, shadowy cocks glisten.
Percy moved his hips, pressing the tip of his cock to her bruised, swollen, wet lips.
"Say aaah." He spoke lovingly, almost as if he was feeding her some delicious food instead of forcing his dirty cock down her throat.
Artemis' eyes widened as she felt the warm, velvet hardness of Percy's cocktip press against her lips, smearing his musky precum on her pink lips. Before she knew what she was doing, her tongue had darted out to lap up the steady stream leaking from his cock. The two thirteen inches of solid muscle being jerked off rapidly by her hands, twitched and throbbed as the Dark god watched the chaste Artemis kiss and worship his cock. She acted like an absolute cockslut, kissing and worshipping his veiny length, rubbing her face lovingly in his warm balls as she trailed her tongue along the underside of his cock like an obedient, hungry bitch. She kissed and nuzzled his leaking tip, lapping up his precum eagerly as she kissed his cocktip, involving some tongue in a lewd parody of a French kiss.
And meanwhile, her hands continued, seemingly with a mind of their own, as they pleasured the dildos, occasionally twisting and stroking with surprising skill.
Percy groaned as he felt Artemis' wet tongue on his cock, his knees weakening as he bucked his hips involuntarily. Impatient with her torturous foreplay, he grabbed her soft hair, working his cock into her eager, open mouth.
The moon goddess looked up at him with wide silver eyes as she felt his large cock enter her warm, wet mouth, stretching her jaw to the point she felt that it would be permanently dislodged. His bulbous head was large enough to choke her, making her feel like someone was shoving a fist into her mouth. Despite that, Artemis managed to suppress her gag reflex, her immortal genes shining through as she weakly lapped at his head, teasing his cock with her tongue, swirling around his diamond-hard meat, lathering it thoroughly with her saliva.
Percy did not relent.
Artemis' eyes watered, tears trickling down her pale cheeks as she felt Percy thrust deeper into her throat, his head ramming against the back of her throat, and making her gag and choke. Saliva dribbled past her swollen, bruised lips to splatter her massive, heaving tits. Her throat was stretched to its maximum, and Artemis was sure that Percy's monster cock was visible as a prominent, obscene bulge, with every ridge and vein clear.
But despite everything, despite the pain, she felt pleasure like never before. Her masturbation did not even compare to the sheer bliss that overwhelmed her mind and fried her nerves, making her wonder how one could feel such incomparable pleasure only from sucking his cock. The clear, tangy precum that set her taste buds on fire could only be described as addictive, as Artemis could only beg for more, eagerly trying to suck him dry, her tongue eagerly lapping at his leaking slit like an obedient bitch in heat.
The taste sent her crazy, and she could only wonder what his cum would taste like, sending shivers up her spine, and pleasurable tingles of anticipation through her throbbing clit. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked him with an almost desperate fervour, eagerly drinking and swallowing the steady stream of pre he was leaking with audible, lewd gulps.
Her silver eyes were glazed over in a hazy cloud of mind-numbing lust, and her thighs were slick with the warm nectar that gushed from her sweltering honeypot. Her knees sank into the wet earth, muddy with a puddle of her glistening, orgasmic, feminine juices.
Percy groaned at the feeling of her stretched throat muscles massaging his unyielding, muscular cock, moving his hips to thrust in and out of her throat. His balls, heavy with thick, warm cum, slapped her chin, leaving red marks as his crotch pressed against her face, his veiny cock throbbing in her warm, wet throat, her pink lips swollen and bruised from the forceful facefuck she was getting. His cock violated her throat with almost violent intensity, reaching her stomach directly.
"Fuck, bitch, take some more cock!" He snarled, taking a grip on her soft auburn hair and jerking her head back, so that her lips popped free from her desperate suckling with a wet, lewd pop. A thin, glistening trail of saliva connected her wet, swollen and bruised pink lips to his massive, throbbing erection, saliva trailing down her dirty chin to her heaving, basketball-sized tits.
Artemis made a disappointed sound, as her lustful silver eyes followed the swinging, thirteen-inch horsecock glistening with her saliva.
But she was not allowed to feel empty and deprived of Percy's delicious cock for long, as another cock, being jerked off in her small soft right hand, swung into view. She noted that her palm wasn't even large enough to fit all the way around it.
She could not think for long, however, as the dildo in her view was thrust aggressively back into her used mouth, immediately starting to facefuck her at a rapid pace, slamming in and out of her throat, which was beginning to become sore. The lewd sounds of her gagging and choking on his massive prick was music to his ears, making his... several cocks twitch, and release more of his delicious precum which she so craved.
Yeah, he could feel everything the other shadow tendrils went through.
It happened only during sex, though.
Percy just shrugged, chalking it up to the perverted Greek gods and their ways.
Artemis freed her hand to wrap around the one her mouth had just freed, her silver eyes searching for more cock as her tongue worked hard at the one deep in her throat. Her small hand wrapped around it, slowly jerking the other cock off, before speeding up, the vein ridged skin slick with her saliva.
"Damn, bitch, get on the ground. Now."
Percy lay down on the forest floor to claim her, his massive, thirteen-inch erection standing straight, throbbing with his heartbeat, eager for what was coming.
Freed from the three thick cocks occupying her senses, Artemis stood up on shaky legs, stumbling forward as her eyes zeroed in on the massive, strong meat awaiting her attention.
Not being able to support her weight anymore, her legs gave way, allowing the moon goddess to crash to the ground. She did not relent her advance, however, as she crawled forward on her hands and knees, her massive breasts swinging like a pendulum, her warm, orgasmic juices trickling down her thighs.
"Nope, that just wouldn't do." Percy interjected, mentally commanding the shadow tendrils to grab her by the arms and lift her effortlessly, as if she weighed no more than a feather. Artemis groaned as she was forced back on her feet, but it did not last long, as she was manhandled roughly onto the waiting cock.
Artemis was flipped around so that she was in a reverse cowgirl position, and lowered onto the massive erection, twitching with anticipation.
"Fuck, she's tight." Percy, ready to fuck her undoubtedly tight ass, interjected, his hands coming up to spank her right asscheek, leaving a red mark on her pale skin. Artemis moaned at the sting on her sensitive ass, the soft flesh of her bubble butt jiggling enticingly. Percy rested his hands on her ass, spreading her ass cheeks to expose her unbelievably tight, pink, puckered asshole.
His bulbous, purple cockhead pressed against her tight hole, which refused to yield. Grinning, Percy switched back to his godly strength, thrusting his hips to violently ram the first few inches in Artemis' virgin ass.
The moon goddess threw her head back, screaming in pain and pleasure as she squirted onto the ground, making the god grin.
"Damn, you're tight-" Percy groaned, throwing his head back as his toes curled in pleasure, feeling her tight ass stretch to its limits around his unyielding monster cock, resisting his advance every inch of the way. "I can't get in anymore by myself."
Well, technically, he could, but he had other things on his mind.
Not waiting for her response, he moved several other of his shadow cock replicas, between Artemis' thighs, carefully lining one up with her tight, pink little cunt.
His eyes flicked up to the moon goddess, who was reduced to a gibberish mess by the cock deep in her ass. Her silver eyes, hazy with lust, rolled back in her head, and her mouth was parted, her tongue lolling out like an obedient bitch. Saliva coated her chin and splattered her breasts, warm feminine nectar dripping from her exposed cunt.
With a grin curling on his face, Percy rubbed the cocktip teasingly against her cunt, watching her shiver and involuntarily buck her hips, making his cock in her ass go even deeper.
"I need a gag." He spoke, and watched as a third dildo moved in front of her, following his command. A shadow tendril closed around her throat, choking her slightly as he jerked her head back, forcing the massive cock into her throat. Percy watched with obscene fascination as her neck bulged, as Artemis gagged and choked, still trying her best to please him as she sucked desperately at the leaking tip, her tongue licking whatever she could. Her pink lips looked perfect stretched around the three-inch-thick horsecock.
"Gag in place, now your pussy's turn." The god interjected again.
He grinned, Percy's crooked smile that was common knowledge to everyone, "Triple penetration going in."
And without warning, or any more foreplay, he slammed all of his cocks full force into her tight, warm holes, finally robbing her of her precious virginity she had so desperately clung to... before she met him, of course.
His rampaging, unyielding slab of diamond-hard, vein ridged muscle replicating shadowy dildo rammed into her hymen, which offered little resistance, before pushing past her cervix, and into her womb, slamming against the back of her womb, the furthest he could go. Percy noticed that despite that, he still had a few inches of shadow cock left.
"Fuck, that feels great." He groaned, feeling the cock in her throat, and referring to the feeling of Artemis screaming her lungs out around his cock. "I think I am in your stomach." He groaned, feeling his cock dip inside her stomach, having travelled all the way through her unbelievably stretched oesophagus. Her throat muscles felt deliciously tight around his unyielding meat, massaging his cock as she tried to milk him of the gallons of hot, potent cum.
"I think I am in your intestines." Percy groaned, referring to the cock lodged deep in her ass, his toes curling as he writhed in pleasure from her unbelievable tightness.
He groaned and moaned, matching the moon goddess' stifled sounds of pleasure. Her pussy walls spasmed around the cock inside her tight cunt, squirting whatever fluids she could produce as she came helplessly from the feeling of being brutally triple penetrated.
She did not know when, but the pain had long given way to unbelievable, mind-numbing, orgasmic pleasure, that made her mind a white haze. She could no longer think for herself, content with obediently following the orders she was given, crawling on her hands and knees to whatever position she was called to, and sucking weakly as her two ruined, gaping holes were filled to the brim, pounded over and over again as her orgasmic fluids kept making the forest floor beneath her muddy, and runny with her juices.
She jerked upright when she felt her erect, large nipples being twisted cruelly, sending pleasurable jolts of white-hot pain coursing through her being. She arched her back, thrusting her sinful breasts out as she silently begged for her tits to be violently assaulted.
And she got what she had asked for.
A tendril violently slapped her tits, leaving a red mark, and making it look as if her sinful boobs had just been whipped by her master, making the massive, basketball-sized globes of milky, cloudy flesh swing enticingly from side to side. The pale skin of her chest was now marked with a red welt.
Percy did not stop there. While triple penetrating the goddess, he manipulated the shadows to concentrate on her delicious boobs. His rough hands joined the shadows in groping and squeezing them without shame, his strong fingers digging into her soft, cloudy flesh as he twisted and pinched her erect, rosy nipples, intent on making them sore. Her pale skin was riddled with red marks as he continued his exploration with violent fervour, squeezing her tits together as another dildo thrust between them, titfucking her.
The shadow replica of his massive cock was barely contained by her oversized tits, slick with her saliva and thrusting between her tight, warm tits without any resistance whatsoever. He squeezed her boobs together, increasing the pressure around the cock as he continued to pleasure himself on Artemis' delicious, sinful tit-flesh.
The moon goddess wasn't sure if she was in Tartarus, or swimming in an ocean of Elysian bliss. The pain from being brutally triple penetrated, gave way to mind-numbing pleasure as she felt four thick, thirteen-inch monster cocks gangbang her, deriving their pleasure from her sinful, erotic body, treating her like a sex doll, a tool to derive their pleasure from.
She felt an alien, yet gratifying satisfaction from the thought of being used by Percy to get his pleasure. Her body twisted to fit perfectly around the four horsecocks violating her, feeling them slam and rearrange all her internal organs.
The cock in her mouth sent her tastebuds on fire the musky scent intoxicating like alcohol, making her feel light-headed. She was not sure how the shadows managed to taste exactly similar to Percy's tangy, addictive taste, let alone have a taste at all. It proceeded to stretch her throat, making her gag and choke as she sucked the cock desperately, thoroughly lathering it with saliva, careful to caress every single ridge and vein of the salty meat with her tongue. Her mind could only think of swallowing and drinking as much of the precum as she could, eagerly anticipating the massive load she was sure to get. She was ready to bet everything that it would be her new favourite drink. The cock dipped into her stomach, making a jolt of lewd excitement flood through her as she thought about getting her long-awaited meal directly in her stomach.
The two cocks lodged deep in her stomach, moved in tandem, one thrusting deeply as the other retreated, ensuring that she never felt empty, making her bounce up and down with the violent intensity of their thrusts. The one deep in her ass slammed into her intestines, making her feel excited as she thought about having her intestines flooded with his thick, hot cum. Her pussy was not faring any better, her muscles endeavouring to milk the cock inside her sacred womb of all the thick cum he could produce, spasming and squirting almost continuously as Artemis was captured in the throes of a seemingly endless, continuous, rapturous, toe-curling, blissful sea of orgasms.
She was sure that her hip joint was permanently dislocated by the two thick cocks in her ass and pussy. Her back arched continuously to comfortably accommodate all the four cocks trying to derive their pleasure from her body, thrusting her breasts out so that she could be properly titfucked. Her cheeks and throat bulged from her mouthful of cock, her chin and face stained and dirty with saliva. Her normally toned stomach was bulging obscenely with the two, and the bulbous head of a third, cocks in her stomach, showing every ridge and vein as a clear outline, moving with every thrust. Her body was bruised and red in places where he had felt the need to be rough with her- not that she could complain, of course. The pale skin of her tits was marked red by several handprints and slaps that had assaulted her, her large erect, rosy pink nipples dark and sore. Her massive tits heaved, and her milky bubble butt jiggled every time she bounced on the two cocks deep inside her, tomato red with several spanks.
She could not think clearly, nor could she speak, courtesy of all the pleasure overriding her mind, and the cock in her wet, dirty little mouth, gagging her.
Her toes and hands curled in the mud of the dirty forest floor beneath her, splashing in pools of her own fluids, pools of her warm nectar that continued to gush as she came helplessly, again and again, squirting on the muddy ground of the forest floor. She missed giving handjobs, and wanted two more cocks, hard, slick with her saliva, warm and throbbing, getting jerked off by her small, soft hands.
That night, at dinner, everyone noticed Artemis' absence, and, almost as one body, they turned to stare at Percy accusingly.
"What? Why are you all staring at me?!" Percy shrugged, staring back at them.
"Percy, where is Artemis?" Thalia asked through gritted teeth.
He shrugged again. "It's not my fault she cannot handle sex." Yelping as several knives missed him by a few inches.
"What?!" His voice was a few octaves higher than usual. "It was her who wanted it first. I swear!"
"And where is she?" Phoebe snapped.
Percy briefly considered telling them the truth and seeing their reactions, but he decided to play it safe for now. "Won't tell. She definitely isn't on the island. She's on Olympus." He lied, hoping they did not notice.
By the way, several of them eyed him suspiciously, especially Asteria, he was not sure they were buying it.
"You know what?" Thalia dropped her fork. "I don't want to know how Artemis is like after her first time."
The others shivered at the thought, returning to their chatter as they glanced at Percy out of the corner of their eyes.
A creepy smile broke out on Percy's face as he felt the shadow cocks near their simultaneous orgasms. He looked out of the glass door into the dark night, lit by the bright silver of the moon... who was busy getting gangbanged by several hung-like-a-horse dildos, somewhere in the forest. He suppressed his own pleasure, long enough for him to excuse himself from the dining table and move to the bathroom.
The feeling was heavenly. His cock was feeling pleasure, and he could feel everything. The feeling of fucking every part of Artemis' body at once, was disorienting at worst, and the best feeling he had ever felt, including Annabeth's sessions. He made a mental note to definitely do this more often.
He was not pleasuring himself, nor did he have anyone pleasuring him directly. And yet he was having the best mind blowing orgasms of his life.
Yes, his life was messed up if you couldn't tell yet.
Percy smirked as he moved towards the bathroom, a gesture that was not missed by anyone.
Artemis will be fucked till breakfast the next morning.
Or until she died of sensory overload.
Whichever came first.