Percy Jackson Dirty Fanfiction Novels & Stories

He needed to take a shower and calm his head down to enable him to prepare for business and the hectic day ahead of him tomorrow. GEMMA After kneeling a while after Antonio left and willing the excitement in my pussy to calm down, I finally stood up. I was still craving Antonio's dick in my pussy. I still hate him, I don't think I can stop hating him but weirdly, I love the evil things he does to me. I love how he fucks me and was even ready to try out new things with him. I never expected him to fuck me in my butt hole as it was too painful, but then I was being punished. But strangely, I want him to fuck me there again despite the pain.

Jordan groaned, giving her the fucking she craved and in his head he imagined the look on Jordan's face when his eighteen-year-old friend saw that he had conquered a woman on par with Faith' perfection to add to their freshly started p**n-themed Onlyfans. Damn, he was fucking a gold mine and he was desperate to mine it! "AHHHH! YES! Ahhh! AHHHH!" she groaned, her cunt quivering around him, and although she was close, she had to put her foot down to the p**n fantasy that Jordan was conducting. "Ahhhhh! I'm your whore, but you can't make me do p**n!" Faith moaned and her words did the unthinkable, it made him completely unhinged.

Percy continued his rampage, single-handedly killing the wolves that others were desperately trying to save from Ryker’s black magic. Alpha Hugo and Jude exchanged stunned glances, witnessing the extent of Percy’s power. Thanks to the parental bond between Alpha Darious and Seraphina, they had been able to locate Ryker’s palace and break in, with Ronan’s assistance. But if Percy touched them, they were all dead. Every second that passed, Percy killed wolves with merciless efficiency. Seraphina clenched her fists, her heart heavy with the truth. She had suspected that Percy was not truly alive, that he was a creation of Ryker’s dark magic, the first of his abominations.

Ahh… sonya. She’s so pretty it almost hurts to look at her. Sometimes I imagine she’ll suddenly sprout wings and ascend to heaven, the angel she truly is. “Hey Percy” I can already see them wings twinkling like Tinkerbell’s, flapping gracefully as her smile outshines the sun… “Percy?!” ‎Holy Mary. Even her voice is angelic. She’s calling me to ascend with her… I will just… ‎”PERCY!!!”

And I leaned forward and bit both of his hard nipple before licking the sweat from his chest while I kept bouncing. “I'm so close,” he groaned. “Me too,” I hissed. He slapped my ass softly. “Fill me up,” I told him. His eyes fixed in my face. “Breed this power bottom’s ass like you mean it. Shoot your cum deep in me because I want it leaking out of me—down my thighs and legs.” His eyes widened. I realized that he liked this dirty talk. It aroused him. But before I could continue, he flipped me back over and railed me even harder with an animalistic groan.

The carefully constructed exterior of a man who didn't care‚ who wasn't affected‚ who could stand in his own foyer and watch a twenty-two-year-old Silvercrest boy put his hand on the small of his stepdaughter's back and feel absolutely nothing. But inside‚ my wolf was losing its mind‚ clawing at my chest with everything it had‚ snarling so loud inside my skull that I could barely hear Diane's voice chattering away next to me about warrior families and pack unity and whatever else she was saying that I couldn't process because every single cell in my body was focused on one thing and one thing only. His hand. On her back. On my girl's back. Jace Thornton. Of course it was Jace Thornton.

"I am not playing and I didn't do it to make you pleased. I am doing it because I despise you and everyone around you. Especially that bitch!" Gathering her remaining strength, Yelena shouted at his face trying not to stutter. She was about to speak when Mort throw her a sharp glare. He has no time for Yelena's nonsensical shit. He wasn't interested in hearing how angry she was with him. He was in his mother's womb, people dislike and loathe him. His existence in the world is a threat. They all attempt to kill him several times. Her rage is nothing to him. "Tell me anything you know about the Puppeteer. I might give you a minute to bid goodbye to your cowardly foster father." Mort coldly sai

I fist his hair, rock my hips, press closer, and tug on him. "Oh damn," he moans, burying his face further between my legs, his tongue doing evil, wicked, and wonderful things to my pussy. “Yes, oh God, yes, Mr. Walker. Eat my pussy.” I remember now that Amber and Jenny said he liked dirty talk, too. Liked telling them how bad they were. And fuck if that isn’t one of the big things that has been a feature in all of my fantasies. “I’m such a bad girl, Mr. Walker. Lick your dirty slut.”

Percy nodded his head and grabbed my hand. ”I know that much, darling. I want you to take my hand and show me the places he touched,” he said slowly. My breathing sped up. ”Percy,” I breathed. Percy made a ’tsk’ sound with his tongue and cupped my cheek with his hand. ”Don’t talk. Show me.” He whispered and dragged his thumb over my bottom lip. ”It was a hallucination, my- my mind was playing tricks on me. It…it wasn’t-” Percy placed his finger over my lips, silencing me.

” We end up drinking long after the club has closed, at nearly two in the morning me and Lucy ~ get our drunk asses up on home. As we head into the kitchen to grab two bottles of water, we find her sitting and waiting in the dark. Kayley ~”Look who finally got his drunk ass home.” Jackson ~”Kayley not now please.” Kayley ~”Why you out having too much fun with your whore.” Jackson ~”Who the fuck are you talking about?” Kayley ~”My father's whoring girlfriend over here.” Lucy ~”It's not what you think Kay.” Kayley ~”Was I fucking talking to you whore?”