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Aphrodite
Aphrodite wasn’t stupid, she knew what the mortals said about her. Vindictive. Petty. Bitch. None of it bothered her - after all, in one hundred years, she’d still be the most beautiful woman on the planet, and they’d all be dead.
What actually ground her gears like nothing else was the fact that even though all the mortals ever talked about was how Aphrodite would ruin your life over the smallest things, they still never learned their lesson. Especially the annoying know-it-alls who had memorised every story in which Aphrodite gave someone so much as a grazed knee, but thought it could never happen to them. Across the aeons, it happened over and over. And the most recent mortal to end up in Aphrodite’s crosshairs? Legendary hero, and the designer of Aphrodite’s very own palace, Annabeth Chase.
For a while, Aphrodite had been a punching bag of Annabeth’s. When she taught demigod history, there was a barb in Annabeth’s voice otherwise only present when she was talking about Hera. She talked to Aphrodite’s daughters through a veil of elitism, doing a poor job at pretending she didn’t think they were vapid and shallow. But the tipping point was when, after a fight with her dreamboat boyfriend Perseus, Annabeth had walked away muttering a curse to Aphrodite under her breath. This one hadn’t even been her! Aphrodite didn’t even have anything to do with the fact that Camp Half-Blood’s golden couple were passing through some rocky straits, but gods forbid Annabeth Chase consider she herself might be to blame!
Percabeth had been uninteresting for years, anyway. A constant flurry of new heroes meant new passions, new dramas, new stories. By now, in their mid-twenties, living together while being mostly happy, they’d lost Aphrodite’s interest. As mentioned, they were going through a rough patch, but it was nothing that couldn’t be recovered, and nothing that had been Aphrodite’s fault. At least, not up until now. But Annabeth had been lucky enough to avoid facing the consequences of her impertinence since Hera had left a trail of cow patties in her path, and that had been almost a decade ago! It was time, Aphrodite had decided, to take matters into her own hands. Hers, and her agents’. All she had to do was convince them to help over tea.
“No way. They’re my friends, I’m not helping you sink them just because your feelings are hurt. You’ll get over it, but they won’t recover if you destroy their relationship, they’re meant to be together.”
The fierce and mildly condescending protestations came from Aphrodite’s own daughter, Piper McLean, which was the only reason such a tirade hadn’t earned her a life sentence as a horsefly. Aphrodite resisted the urge to pinch the bridge of her nose in frustration. What was it about Percy Jackson that made everyone who spent more than an hour with him think they could talk to the gods however they liked?
Since the war, Piper had grown up a lot, and though she’d clearly not embraced Aphrodite’s attitude towards treating gods with reverence, she was still unmistakably Aphrodite’s daughter. Her features were gorgeous, a tongue-twisting face matched with smooth-as-silk skin on a lithe build - lithe except for her assets, which were eye-catching from a mile away for their exquisite shape and size. Particularly in her chest area, where even by the standards of her sisters she was a real head-turner.
“If she’s not in, I can handle it by myself. Those two should’ve broken up years ago anyway.”
Doing much better at currying favour with her mother was Drew, Aphrodite’s other recruit for this mission. Though her silhouette was broadly similar to Piper’s - she was slightly shorter, and matched Piper’s narrow edge over her in the chest with a slightly rounder backside - her attitude certainly wasn’t. Drew had been the picture of a stereotypical Aphrodite child in her youth, and not a great amount had changed since then. In short, she was abrasive, often obnoxious, and produced plenty of petty relationship drama to keep Aphrodite entertained.
“Percy and Annabeth have only been together for a little bit longer than me and Jason. Would you try to split us apart if one of us was a little grumpy after a fight?” Piper demanded.
“Gods, I’d hope so!” Drew said, “How many breaks have you two taken now? You should be grateful Mom’s giving you a chance at a clean split!”
“I swear, I’m gonna-!”
“Enough!” Aphrodite silenced them, “You both have plenty of sisters whom I could’ve gone to, but I had hoped you’d be able to use this opportunity to bond over your common interests.”
“Homewrecking isn’t an interest of mine.”
“No, but hunky white guys with big dicks are,” Aphrodite retorted sharply. Piper looked mortified, but Aphrodite was done playing with the kids’ gloves, “I know Annabeth’s told you all about what Percy’s capable of in bed, and I know that it’s what fills your dreams every time Jason subjects you to another bout of plain missionary with dim lights and an early night.”
“Get told.” Drew snickered.
“And you,” Aphrodite turned to Drew, who immediately cowered beneath her gaze, “You have resented your sister for far too long. Piper won the hearts of your siblings, of Camp Half-Blood, and of Jason. Perhaps, instead of resorting to childish barbs, you might learn something from that.”
Both sisters slumped in their seats, eyes downcast. It’d been so long since Aphrodite had given a child of hers a scolding she’d forgotten how cathartic it could feel.
“You two are the greatest of my living children. You both share the gift of charmspeak. You have the same taste in men - you have the same lust for a particular man. I am offering you both a chance to win my favour, to satisfy the cravings you’ve harboured for years, and to finally move past this feud and connect with one another.”
“But she’s my friend,” Piper said, her voice small, “I can’t do that to her.”
“If all goes to plan, Percy and Annabeth will still be together when the dust has settled. She’ll simply be a little more… lenient. Annabeth Chase’s pride is her fatal flaw, if anything we are benevolently relieving her of it.”
“What about Jason?”
“What about Jason?” Aphrodite asked. When Piper didn’t respond, she pressed on, “If one or both of you back out, I can find replacements, but I do not wish to do so. Now tell me, are you in?”
“I am.” Drew said. Always desperate for approval, that one. Aphrodite was confident Percy would approve of her body, and the things she could do with it.
“I…” Piper trailed off. Aphrodite could see the gears turning in her head. The unhappiness with her current lot. The resentment at Jason for not being everything she’d hoped for. The regret she felt for not trying harder with Drew. The refusal to be one-upped by her. The curiosity about Percy. The secret chip on her shoulder she bore for always-better Annabeth. And her deep-seated desire for her mother’s approval. Some called Aphrodite out of touch with her children, and they were wrong. She could read her children like an open book, “I’m in.”
A wide smile spread across Aphrodite’s face. “Splendid. Let me tell you the plan.”
Percy
While it’d undoubtedly been worse, Percy’s life had definitely been better.
Sure, he wasn’t in the bowels of hell. His health was good - better than ever, in fact. He was even stable financially, enjoying a steady job. The trouble was at home. With Annabeth. Not that he didn’t love her, because gods knew he did, more than anything. It was just… she’d not been making it easy of late. Not that he’d been perfect on his end, either. But they’d been with each other for years, and small, petty grievances hadn’t stopped piling up. They sniped. Bickered. And more recently, argued.
They weren’t doomed, Percy was confident in that. He loved her, he wanted to live the rest of his life with her. He just… could use a little more humility on her end. That’s all. And a little less jealousy, too. That’d be nice. It was a shame she’d text him to let him know she’d be working late tonight, the weather was good, and he was feeling up. Had it not been certain she’d be getting in worn out and ready for bed, he might’ve chosen today to try for a more constructive chat with her. They were both ready to be out of this storm, he just knew it.
Rolling up his sleeves and grabbing an apron, Percy set about making dinner - a simple but, in his humble opinion, delicious pasta. Annabeth would probably be eating something at work, but he could just make both portions and eat the second tomorrow for lunch if he found it untouched come morning. Just as he’d finished washing his hands, he found himself interrupted.
Knock knock knock.
Who could that be? Certainly not Annabeth, even if she had left work, she had a key. One of their neighbours? Drying his hands on his apron, he walked to his front door and opened it, revealing-
“Hey there, hero,” None other than Drew Tanaka, looking as fabulous as ever. Lustrous black locks framed her face, cascading down to her chest. Her dark eyes were hidden behind a pair of stylish sunglasses, but based on the blush on her cheeks and the brighter shade of pink on her lips than he knew was natural, he was willing to bet they’d been decorated with meticulously-applied winged eyeliner. Drew was dark for a Japanese woman, her skin a rich, warm shade of olive. And though she was wearing what Percy imagined was a very expensive trenchcoat, he knew that the body beneath it was an absolute dream.
“Drew! And… Piper?”
“Hi Percy,” Piper gave him a little wave. A much friendlier sight to him, Piper was every bit as beautiful as her sister. They shared the same almond-shaped eyes, and Piper’s equally-flawless skin was barely a shade darker than Drew’s. But there were notable differences, too. Piper had a chiseled nose, and rounder cheeks. Her brown hair ended at her shoulders, save for two long, thin braids which went past the bottom of her boobs, and though she was also wearing lipstick, hers was slightly redder. Her garb was also different - just a grey hoodie and a skirt that went down to mid-thigh in the same colour. Plain, but not diminishing her prettiness.
If the sight of Drew at his front door was a shock, her present choice of company was downright unbelievable.
“Um… hi. What are you… do you wanna come in?”
“That’d be wonderful,” Drew told him, marching past the second she was able to do so, “Is the missus home?”
“Er, no, she’s working late,” Percy said. As Piper walked inside, he shot her a look that said what the fuck is going on?
“Don’t worry about it,” Piper whispered to him. Percy felt the edge lessen slightly. He’d put his life in Piper’s hands any day, just as he had many times before.
“Did you wanna take your coat off?” Percy asked Drew, who’d navigated herself to the living room, leaning against the arm of Annabeth’s favourite chair.
“How have you been?” Drew asked Percy, ignoring his question, “I don’t believe we’ve seen each other since Mitchell and Malcolm’s wedding.”
“That’s right,” Percy said. The two of them had made small talk at the reception, but Percy couldn’t for the life of him remember what they’d talked about, “It was a lovely ceremony.”
“Lovely ceremony. I hear the marriage isn’t so great, though,” Drew said, examining her manicured nails, “A couple of bottoms like those, I’m not surprised. Apparently, Malcolm’s having an affair with his married boss who’s twenty years his senior.”
“That… sounds like him, actually. If I may, why are the two of you-”
“Together?” Piper cut him off. She was standing behind him, forcing Percy to turn to look at her. As she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, he realised she was wearing her favourite earrings - golden feathers that hung an inch beneath her earlobes, “We’re trying to give being sisters another go.”
“That’s lovely. I was going to ask why you’re here.”
“We’re here because we want to bond over our shared interests,” Drew brought his attention back to her. She’s unbuttoned her coat, Percy observed, though her hands in her pockets were keeping the flaps closed, “And our shared interest is you.”
With a sultry smile on her face, Drew pulled the flaps of her coat open, revealing what was beneath it. Criss-crossing her body, forming beautiful patterns that left effectively nothing covered, was an elaborate web of thin, bright red ropes and knots. The core consisted of four diamonds - a large one over her upper chest, a small one between her full, bare breasts, and two more medium ones beneath that, the latter of which framed her navel - all of which had ropes sprouting from the points on the sides to wrap around to her back. The ropes springing from the top diamond crossed over her shoulders and linked with the ropes running beneath her tits from the small diamond to fully encircle them, creating a perverse imitation of a bra. The bottom one had two ropes running directly down, fastened so tightly against her bald slit that they could only be running straight through her asscrack to tie off with the rest of the ropes against her spine.
Oh my gods, what the fuck is she doing? Was Percy’s immediate thought. Was Drew crazy? Coming into Percy and Annabeth’s home and trying to seduce him was insanely ballsy, even for her.
Oh my gods, that’s fucking beautiful, came straight after. Not only the ropework, which was quite possibly the most erotic thing Percy had ever seen in his life, but her body. Annabeth was a beautiful, fit woman, there was no denying it. Drew, though, Drew was a cut above. Percy cherished Annabeth’s scars, but Drew was utterly blemishless. Her waist was narrower, her bust larger and firmer. And though he couldn’t see it, Percy remembered the dress she’d worn to Malcolm and Mitchell’s wedding, and so he knew that Drew had an immense shelf of an ass to go with those tree trunk thighs and child-birthing hips.
Oh my gods, Piper’s here, was Percy’s final thought. She was in on this, and she was someone who Percy actually might’ve had a chance at getting some straight answers out of. He turned on his heel, and was blown away once again.
At her feet. Piper’s hoodie and skirt lay in a crumpled heap. And thought she wasn’t fully baring herself to him, her outfit somehow felt even more indecent. A second, much shorter skirt was beneath her first, consisting of thin vertical strips of brown fabric laid over a base of white feathers, with her trusty prophetic dagger Katoptris sheathed at her hip. Her bra was even more obscene - the same design of fabric over feathers, but it was so small that the entirety of Piper’s vast underboob had nothing but feathers covering them, meaning Percy could catch glimpses of dusky tit through the feathers, and it left plenty of cleavage on display, too. Between the cups, a dreamcatcher hung from the front, a web-like floral pattern contained in a hoop, with a white feather hanging from either side, and what Percy recognised as Piper’s blue harpy feather from the bottom, which ended just at the top of her exposed navel. In short, she looked like a 1960s white man’s idea of a sexy Native American. Very not-Piper.
Unlike Drew, who’d been full of confidence, Piper seemed bashful, her cheeks darkening heavily, but she was able to hold strong looking at his eyes the whole time - likely helped by the fact his eyes weren’t venturing above her chest.
“Wh-when did you-”
“During the ten seconds you were staring at me,” Drew told him. Whirling back around, he saw that Drew had fully discarded her coat and stepped out of her shoes, leaving her in just her elaborate ropes, “By all means, take in the sights. It took about as much effort to convince her to wear that as it did to tie all these knots.”
Closing his eyes, Percy took a deep breath. “What the fuck is going on?” He asked, in his best I’ve duelled gods and walked away voice.
“We’re seducing you,” Drew said, unhelpfully, “We want to fuck you. We want you to dick us down so hard we can’t walk straight for a week.” Her eyes flitted over to Piper for a second, and seemed to say come on!
“You’re not happy with Annabeth,” Piper joined in. She didn’t sound as sure as Drew, but she didn’t sound unwilling, “You’ve been fighting lately. Haven’t had sex in almost two months. And that’s long for you guys. I- we just wanna… help out.”
“I don’t want to cheat on Annabeth! She’s your friend!”
“Isn’t Piper also your friend?” Drew asked, “Can’t she be worried about you? Can’t she have your best interests at heart?”
“How does-”
“You’ve both been so stressed, and you’ve been taking it out on each other,” Piper said, slowly stepping towards him, until she placed a comforting hand on his shoulder, “Wouldn’t it be better to take it out on us, instead?”
“I don’t…” Percy’s head felt foggy, like someone had dunked his brain in muck before telling him to go find his thoughts, “Why do you want-?”
“What Piper wants, and what I want, is a big, strong, white man.” Drew purred, all of a sudden even closer to him than Piper was. One hand was on his shoulder, the other on his chest. Her eyes are so beautiful.
“I…” Percy had so many thoughts running through his mind, but one was really sticking out to him, as wheeled around to face Piper again, “But isn’t… what do you mean ‘you need a white man’? What, is Jason Jewish? Because my grandmother was Jewish so if he’s not white enough for you-”
“No! That’s not- he’s not- I’m pretty sure Jason’s not Jewish. He’s just… not kinky. At all. Even outside of… this,” Piper gestured at her ‘outfit’, “He doesn’t fuck me the way I want him to. I’m sure you can relate to that.”
Percy frowned. Now that she mentioned it, he could relate to that. Percy’s sex with Annabeth was fine, but it was only fine. In no other respect would Percy consider Annabeth frail, but she was never willing to take the kind of fucking Percy knew he could give out. And ideas would come into his mind fully formed, of things they could do between the sheets. The tamer ones she shot down, the more adventurous ones he knew to keep to himself and to his dreams.
“You’re charmspeaking me. Both of you.” Percy realised. That wasn’t good. He’d never been good at resisting it, and he had no way of shutting it except to break their jaws. And their jaws were far too pretty to break.
“Yes,” Drew freely admitted, “You’re too tough a cookie to crack without it. Piper wanted to try it, she said we could get you to cave with enough time. And she’s probably right, but you’ve been taken by Annabeth since I was fifteen. I’m done waiting.”
“Tell us no,” Piper closed the gap fully, her free hand rubbing his abdomen, just inches above his swollen erection, outline visible even beneath the apron, “Tell us no and we’ll go. I’ll confess what I did to Annabeth myself. You’ll never have to see me again.”
“Or you can say yes,” Drew was up on her toes, whispering in his ear, “And we can show you what the daughters of Aphrodite can do. Whatever it is Annabeth can’t or won’t take, our cunts were built for it. A Cherokee slut and a Japanese fuck machine, devoted to you and your big cock.”
“What’s with the race thing?” Percy was looking for any diversion he could from their smooth, curvy, irresistible bodies.
“Reclaiming autonomy through the self-fetishisation of our identities. I actually wrote a paper on it back in college. But that’s not what’s important,” Drew planted a kiss on Percy’s neck that left him weak in the knees, “Come on, hero, live a little.”
“Are you charmspeaking me now?”
“No,” Piper told him, and when he looked her in the eye, he believed she was telling the truth, “The final decision is yours. But I- mmph!”
Hating himself almost as much as he lusted for the two of them, Percy wrapped his arm around Piper’s waist and brought her in for a searing kiss. It was the first he’d had with another woman since he’d been in that Prius with Rachel, fifteen years old and terrified of what might come next. No more. He’d sowed the seeds of his own demise when he’d resolved to take on the prophecy no matter what, and now he was sowing the seeds of ruining his life by throwing everything away for the promise of a night of passion and release, and he had no intention of stopping.
Startled, it took Piper a moment to comprehend what was happening, but she met him with even more vigour once she’d caught up. Percy wasn’t surprised - if ever there were a doomed couple, it was Piper and Jason. Years of that and he’d abscond with the first begging faun he found. Piper’s rhythm was different than Annabeth’s, he realised. Her kisses were deeper, and she’d barely started before she was already seeking entry with her tongue. Annabeth’s kisses were loving and tender, but Piper’s were wildfire.
“Let’s get this off you,” Drew murmured in his ear, pulling at his apron. Apparently, she’d untied it while he’d been preoccupied, and was trying to get it past his head. Percy broke away from his kiss with Piper, which allowed Drew to pull it off. But she hadn’t been ready for Percy to turn back to her, grab her face, and kiss her instead. Not that she complained - she responded far quicker than Piper had, and with equal enthusiasm.
Taking her turn to be productive, Piper began unbuttoning his shirt, but only got halfway before Percy switched back once more. And this time, he wanted more. Bringing his hand up, Percy planted it right on Piper’s immense tit, feeling her up beneath the flimsy Halloween costume.
“Harder,” Piper sighed into his mouth.
For a while, Percy obliged her. But with two such sexy women, Percy couldn’t allow himself to leave one alone for any time at all. So before Drew could even finish what Piper had started, he was back on her again. And this time, he wanted a piece of what he’d spent years thinking about.
“Yes,” Drew whispered between kisses, “Grab me, molest me. I’m your own personal PAAG.” Percy didn’t bother vocalising his question, he just let out a low growl that sounded vaguely querying. “Phat-assed Asian girl. The perfect partner for any white stud who needs more than his vanilla girlfriend.”
Grunting agreement, Percy groped her bare ass even harder. He’d not been sure at first, but he was quickly coming around on the whole racial fetish stuff. With two brown women fawning over him, it was tricky not to. Jason’s got to be the dumbest man alive, Percy thought.
“You’re both mine?” Percy asked, his unoccupied hand falling until it was squeezing Piper’s ass as well, both women sticking their butts out for him.
“All yours,” Drew promised him.
“Whatever you want, we’ll do it,” Piper agreed.
An illicit thought, one from when Percy had gone to Malcolm and Mitchell’s wedding and seen one of Annabeth’s sisters almost as beautiful as her, popped into his mind. Taboo for mortals, and almost certainly for Annabeth, but for these two? “Kiss each other.”
“Is that all?” Drew scoffed, before grabbing Piper by the chin and pulling her in for a deep kiss. As she had with Percy, Piper froze for a moment, but also as she had with Percy, she soon melted into it, making out with her sister like it was the most natural thing on Earth. The sight itself was almost as hot as the rush of power Percy felt - everything that with Annabeth was at best a rare treat was on the table.
“You sexy things,” Percy gave each girl a swift smack on the ass, making them break the kiss with a gasp. When they turned to look at him, though, it wasn’t a grey-eyed look of frustration or embarrassment, it was pure, unrestrained lust. “Enough of that. On your knees. You want to do what Annabeth won’t? I don’t remember the last time she blew me.”
Both girls hit the carpeted floor eagerly, working together to make quick work of his belt, button, and fly, yanking his pants and underwear clean off, and releasing what his pants had been trying so hard to contain.
Slap! Percy’s cock, his large, thick, heavy cock, flopped out onto Piper’s face. Her eyes went wide, and Drew’s mouth opened in shock.
“Holy fuck, you’re so big!” Piper exclaimed, lifting it from her face to better examine it.
“You’re telling me Annabeth has a boyfriend with a cock like this and she doesn’t spend every free minute sucking it?” Drew said, “And she calls me the dumb bitch.”
“I can’t believe it. You’re so much bigger than Jason,” Piper said. Percy throbbed in her hand when she said it. “Oh, you like that? You like knowing how much bigger you are than my boyfriend? You’re probably half again his size, you know.”
“And to think I was so mad at you for grabbing up Jason, when he was second best all along,” Drew said.
“Enough talking. You like my dick so much? Then suck.”
“Yes, Sir~” Drew purred. At once, she and Piper attacked in unison, each planting their lips on the side of his dick.
Already, Percy was sighing in bliss. When Annabeth blew him (once in a blue moon), it was a very clinical affair. She’d take him in her mouth straight away and mainly just suck on the head. If she was feeling exceptionally generous, she might jerk off the rest of his cock, otherwise that was his job. But Piper and Drew, they were giving him a treat, they were giving him a pre-show. Both their mouths glided along the sides of his cock, halting for just the briefest of moments whenever they passed each other and their lips were just barely able to meet around his girth. Every kiss and suck left kiss marks as evidence - pink on the right, for Drew, and red on the left, for Piper. And though they were technically going backwards and forwards, Percy didn’t fail to notice that over time, they were gradually making their way towards the tip, until they were both there.
Extending their tongues, they began to lap at his glans, brushing against one another just as much as they did his dick. It was almost like a three-way French kiss, except his precum-leaking head was the third party. With their mouths focused solely on the tip, it didn’t take long for Piper and Drew to each bring a hand in to make up the difference, stroking more precum out of his cock and onto their waiting tongues.
But foreplay for the foreplay could only last so long, and even though the incestuous display of spit-swapping made Percy throb, it wasn’t what he’d told them to do. As ever, Drew was the first to take the initiative, lightly butting Piper aside and wrapping his lips around him, enveloping him in the warm, wet cavern of her mouth. Piper didn’t just sit by and let Drew do all the work, though. Leaning forwards, Piper got to work smooching Percy’s balls, planting deep kisses, licking them, and even taking them into her mouth one at a time. Percy had harboured a small concern that Piper and Drew would be put off by the fact that, owing to his less-than-active sex life, he’d not groomed himself in a while, but neither of them seemed even remotely deterred.
“Holy fuck!” Percy groaned, feeling a trembling in his knees under a dual assault. Though he’d never experienced a blowjob from anyone other than Annabeth, he had to imagine that what Drew was doing with her mouth was downright elite. Her suction was immaculate, her cheeks hollowing in a way that both accentuated her sharp cheekbones and also made Percy feel as if his soul was being sucked straight out of him. Not to mention, if Drew had a gag reflex, she wasn’t showing it, because no matter how wide she had to strain her jaw or how deep she plunged down his cock, she didn’t seem deterred. And the best part? Throughout all of it, Drew maintained eye contact, looking him in the eye with complete, subservient devotion to him.
“My turn,” Piper announced, grabbing Drew’s hair and gently, but firmly, prying her from Percy’s cock, just inches before Drew reached his base. If Drew had any grievances, she didn’t show them, instead hungrily attaching herself to his balls in Piper’s place.
Unlike Drew, Piper didn’t seem as concerned with showing off by deepthroating him. Instead, she was more like a much more enthusiastic, much more talented Annabeth, focusing mainly on the first third of his cock while bringing her hands up to stroke off what she didn’t reach. She sucked with a much greater urgency than Drew, her eyes frenzied where Drew’s had been calm. On the underside of his cock, Piper went all-out with her tongue, Percy’s cock resting on a carpet of pure pleasure.
“Gods, that’s incredible,” Percy groaned softly, “You learn all that just from blowing Jason?”
“Mostly,” Piper gave him a knowing smile.
“Oh? Have you been fucking around behind his back?”
“Not recently, but… well, let’s just say that we’re both our parents’ kids.”
Percy chuckled lightly as she took him back into her mouth, “I guess we all are.”
“Well, I think there’s room for improvement,” Drew detached herself from Percy’s balls, kneeling upright so she was next to Piper, who’d stopped to look at her, “You’re great on the tip, but clearly you’ve not trained for depth.”
Glurk! Drew grabbed Piper behind her head and pushed, forcing her several inches deeper than she’d been going. Piper’s eyes widened, her hands leaving Percy’s cock to grab his hips for stability.
“The key is to relax your throat,” Drew lectured, picking up the pace. Piper, never the greatest student, didn’t seem to pick up on her teachings, and gagged around Percy, spit beginning to run down her chin, and tears welling up in her eyes, “Once you’re an expert like me, you can stay down there until you run out of air, but for now, you have to learn to pull off just long enough to let your stomach settle.”
Drew pulled Piper back, but not off, for a few seconds, seconds which Piper used to snort lungfuls of air through her nostrils. Once Drew deemed her break had been long enough, she plunged Piper back down, fucking Piper’s face onto Percy’s cock with brutal pushes. With the hand not on Piper’s head, she found her way beneath Piper’s skirt.
“Hrrmph!” Piper moaned along Percy’s cock, making him moan in turn from the vibrations.
“Don’t worry, Percy, I’m sure she’ll be throating you on her own in no time,” Drew told him, “But for now, how about you set the pace?”
“Hm?”
“What, you’re telling me you never wanted to grab Annabeth by the hair and just fuck that mouth like it’s her cunt? With how much she complains, I figure you’d never think about anything else.”
She reads me like an open book. Indeed, one of the headline items on the list of things Percy fantasised about that Annabeth would never do was allowing herself to have her mouth treated like a pussy. As Drew said, Annabeth spent so much time complaining, or patronising, that he just wanted to find a better use for her mouth. Up until recently, she’d also spent a lot of time complimenting and supporting him, giving him assurances on how much she loved him, but Percy wasn’t thinking about that so much at the moment.
His hands, which up to now had been clenched at his sides, grabbed onto Piper’s head, holding her in place.
“There you go,” Drew said, “Now, show Pocahontas here what you’ve got, stud.”
“Hrrlurk!” Drew’s words had lit a fire in him. Rather than dragging her along his cock as Drew had done, Percy held Piper’s skull firmly in place and began to thrust, pounding her mouth harder than Annabeth ever let him treat her precious pussy. “Gluk-gluk-gluk!”
“That’s right, fuck her face! Rape her throat with that big white cock!”
He didn’t need to be told twice. Piper let out a constant string of wet gags and retches as he brutalised her mouth. There was resistance, but Percy absolutely crushed it, driving himself deeper and deeper. Between the sounds of discomfort, Piper also continued to moan around his cock, those vibrations running up him like the bass at a concert. Luckily for her, after all the teasing he’s already endured at their hands, he didn’t have much more of that left in him.
“Gonna cum,” Percy told her, a sinful idea taking hold in his mind as he ceased his pounding, “Don’t swallow it. Drew, jerk me ‘til I finish.”
“Yes, Sir,” Drew said, her free hand grabbing Percy’s dick and beginning to pump urgently.
It took her a few moments to recover, but Piper soon joined in on the action. With her mascara running down her cheeks and a cascade of slobber making her tits shine, Piper looked even more erotic than she had before. With no Drew or Percy setting the pace, she resumed her earlier actions, sucking on the tip while massaging him with her tongue.
“C-cumming!” Percy moaned. His cock throbbed, and Piper’s cheeks puffed up as he began to discharge rope after rope of cum into her mouth.
Having not masturbated for around a week, and not had sex with Annabeth for several more past that, Percy’s load was immense. At first, beneath the fog of pleasure that was clouding his brain, he worried Piper might spill some, but she seemed to have the situation under control. She’d stopped moving, but Piper continued to stroke him at a languid pace, ensuring that as much cum as possible was milked onto Piper’s tongue. Eventually, after what Percy couldn’t see but assumed was one of the bigger loads of his life, the stream ended, and Percy pulled himself from her mouth with a pop.
“Show me,” Percy told her. Piper obeyed, opening her mouth to reveal an absolute lake of cum pooled on her tongue, “Good girl. Now share it with your sister.”
Before Piper could even close her mouth again, Drew was upon her, hungrily affixing her mouth to hers and forcing her tongue inside. Both girls moaned - partially at the taste, and partially at the incestuous affection they were indulging in. Back and forth, they snowballed the cum between them, taking turns to lean over the other to push the wad of cum into the other’s mouth, all while taking care to neither spill nor swallow a drop. Even having just came, Percy’s dick twitched at the sight of it.
“Alright, now show me,” Percy ordered them. Looking up at him with big doe eyes, both Piper and Drew opened their mouths, showing off the colossal load they’d milked from him, “Good girls.”
Both of them preened. Piper swallowed her load, opening her mouth once more as proof that it was all gone. Drew, however, took a different approach. She leaned down, right in front of Piper’s tits, and spat the entire load onto her dream catcher.
“Drew!” Piper gasped. The glob of cum coated the web in the hoop, and some of it had even dripped down onto her blue harpy feather hanging beneath it, “That’s mine!”
“Oops,” Drew said, entirely unapologetic, “Looks like it caught something else, instead. I think it could use a bit of cleaning.”
“I…” Piper was in disbelief, but Drew didn’t let up. Quick as a snake, she shoved her hand beneath Piper’s skirt, “Oh, Drew!”
“Look at you. Wet as a river. I can feel you clenching around me. You’re just as much of a shameless whore as me. Now prove it, and lick Percy’s cum off your little trinket for his amusement.”
Briefly, Piper struggled for a retort, but Percy saw the hard line in Drew’s jaw, and the way her arm subtly flexed. The specifics were hidden by the skirt, but whatever Drew did to Piper’s pussy, it forced a loud moan from Piper, and convinced her of her path. Piper grabbed her bra and pulled it over her shoulders, finally freeing her immense tits.
Annabeth’s pair was nice, but Drew’s were both larger and firmer. Piper’s chest, though, was a cut above even hers. Two perfectly-sculpted bags of fuckmeat, capped off with nipples a smidge lighter than Drew’s own. Percy barely spared them a second glance - he was far more preoccupied with what she was doing with her mouth.
Staring up at him, Piper ran her tongue across the webbed middle, eating up the globs hanging from the strands. Half-licking, half-sucking, Piper kept going until the talisman was completely cum-free. Then, to top it off, she took her prize blue harpy feather and sucked it into her mouth, licking it clean like a runny popsicle. Clearly, it didn’t take much persuasion to get her to desecrate her culture for Percy and Drew’s amusement. If anything, Piper licked up Percy’s cum from her dream catcher with just as much passion as she’d blown him with.
“Attagirl,” Drew praised her, using her other hand to give Piper’s nipple a quick pinch, “What next, Sir?”
“Show me how wet she is,” Percy said.
Drew withdrew her fingers from Piper’s snatch, causing her to whine in dismay. Holding them up to him, Percy could see how they glimmered with juices. “Completely drenched.”
“How does she taste?”
At that, Drew smirked. She gave her fingers a cursory lick, letting her tongue drag across the knuckles, “Better than most girls, and I’ve tasted a lot.”
“Good. I’m going to taste you both from the source,” He told them. Grabbing one of the sofa’s cushions, he pulled it out, planting it on the living room floor. “Stack yourselves, one on top of the other.”
To his surprise, Drew willingly climbed on first, lying on her back and pulling her thighs back. The move, which pushed her crotch straight into Percy’s focus, highlighted a problem.
“You got a way to untie those quickly?” Percy asked her, signalling to Piper to wait. The red ropes which crisscrossed her body ran between her thighs, right over the pussy he was planning on eating. It didn’t look like there was a whole lot of slack, either.
“No, but I’ve got plenty of rope at home, so…”
Riptide was down in his discarded pants, it’d be easy enough to go fetch it. But, there was an easier option still, one which would allow him to indulge in another of his fantasies involving commanding power over his partner. Turning to Piper, he drew Katoptris from its sheath on her hip, and knelt down on top of Drew. Slowly, slow enough for Drew to object, he lowered the knife to her skin, until he was sliding it carefully beneath the rope at her left collarbone. Beneath him, Drew’s breath was hitched, and though he wasn’t looking at her face, he could feel the lust in her gaze.
Thtow!
In one strong pull, he severed the rope. Drew exhaled in relief, but sucked in a sharp breath once more as Percy dragged the knife down, not deep enough to cut, but ensuring the cool metal never left her blemishless skin.
“I want that skirt off,” Percy said, not looking away from Drew. Piper didn’t say anything, but he did hear her wiggling out of her skirt.
Thtow! Thtow! Thtow!
Working his way down Drew’s body, Percy kept on cutting, relishing Drew’s aroused, frightened gasps with each slice. Across her chest, around her tits, down to her torso and navel, he cut the ropes to ribbons. By the time he reached the twin ropes at her cunt, the whole rig was loose enough for him to simply pull them off, but he wanted one last cut. So he pulled them taut, ensuring they ground against Drew’s clit as he did so, before he leveraged Katoptris between them and her skin, right above her slit. By now, Drew was breathing as if she’d just ran a marathon, and he could see Piper fingering herself with one hand while playing with her tits with the other. He gripped the knife, made ready to cut-
-and paused. Looking glass, that was Katoptris’ translated name, for it showed you visions of potential futures. And as he made ready to cut the final ropes, he realised it wasn’t his own face staring back at him through the dagger. Percy knelt down, until he was inches from the blade and stared into its reflection.
Lounging on a loveseat, Piper and Drew had changed, both in wardrobe and in body. Now, they were matching uniforms - collars studded with their names, and skimpy bikinis, with enough fabric to bear the stars and stripes of the United States flag, but little enough to show off both their magnificent bodies. Indeed, their bodies had only grown more beautiful, because they were both swollen with children.
The scene shifted. They were kneeling, much as they had been earlier, but their deeds were different. Instead of their mouths, they pleasured him with their tits, Drew’s pair stacked on top of Piper’s, with just the tiniest hint of his crown peeking out from the top. That was sufficient, though, as rope after rope of cum was fired from his tip, coating their smiling faces with his seed.
Abruptly, the vision fizzled away, showing something completely different. Annabeth was staring back at him. She looked… calm. More content than he’d seen her in months. In her hands, a bundle of cloth, which she was holding against her bare chest. A baby. Percy entered the frame and took it gently from Annabeth’s arms, pressing a kiss to its tiny forehead. Both he and Annabeth looked happy, like they’d looked before.
Could that be my future? Is it warning me not to continue?
“Percy? You gonna keep me waiting?” Drew asked, doing her best to inject some bravado into her breathless voice.
Thtow!
The final ropes were cut, and Percy was left face-to-face with a shaven, small, and utterly soaked pussy. The little flaps of her labia almost seemed to flutter before his eyes, and all thoughts but one left his mind.
Slurp!
There were few sexual acts Annabeth cared for. Blowjobs were degrading, most positions were degrading, most acts of kink were degrading. But while she was miserly with giving pleasure, receiving was another matter. And so, while he’d chafed under all other restrictions, Percy’s skill with his tongue flourished. Drew and Piper had thoroughly impressed him, he now intended to return the favour.
“Oh! Oh, oh my- holy fuck!” Drew moaned, grabbing his hair with both hands and pulling him in deeper. “Oh Piper, you’ve got to get over here!”
Clearly horny enough to explode, Piper rushed to obey. Percy ducked his head down, allowing Piper to swing her leg over Drew. Piper’s thighs rested against Drew’s, while Drew’s calves clung to Piper’s flanks. Presented with a new target inches from his current one, Percy switched, delighting in the subtly different taste of Piper. Regardless of their differences, each woman tasted more pleasant than Annabeth. Or perhaps that was just the sin.
“Percy! Oh fuck~ how are you so good at that?” Piper demanded.
“Right? Say, you don’t mind if I-” Drew did something, and whatever it was caused Piper to start moaning even harder.
Switching once again, Percy peered through the narrow gap between their bodies and smiled. Drew had grabbed one of Piper’s tits, and brought the nipple to her mouth. Clearly, Piper was sensitive, because even without his mouth on her cunt, Piper was gasping under the attention.
Realistically, he could’ve brought them both to orgasm. He could feel they were both close, close enough to where a strong enough performance for as little as a minute would probably bring either of them over the edge. But as alluring as that sounded, there was something else that sounded even sweeter - making them cum on his cock, and then fucking a few more orgasms out of them for the fun of it. So, with some regret, he removed his mouth, instead shuffling forwards on his knees, and pushing his cock between their puffy, glistening pussies. Both their clits were hard as diamond, and he could feel them grinding against his cock.
“Tell me,” Percy said, “Who wants to go first?”