Percy Jackson Smut Novels & Stories

They were skewed from when I’d been fingering her, so her wet pink pussy was peeking out behind the damp fabric. “Fuck me…” I groaned, licking my lips at the sight of my sexy mate. “Isn’t that my line, Mister Silvercloud?” Persephone teased, crooking a finger as she lured me closer. “Oh, I intend to do just that, Miss Fayte,” I smirked as I gripped her hips and flipped her over so that pert ass of hers was on display. “Mister Silvercloud…” Persephone’s giggle turned into a throaty moan as I yanked her panties down and smacked her ass.

Her cheeks were heated in embarrassment as she muttered softly, "It's a nasty thing to do," "Good thing I'm a nasty man," He smirked, "Now be a good girl, get back down and let daddy eat you out," His words alone were enough to make her orgasm. At that moment he was more Lucifer than Lucian. She never expected him to have such a perverted side and she loved it. His kisses were all taken. Like he was drawing something out of her with soft little jabs and nibs of his mouth on her wet entrance. overwhelmed by her intense emotions she brought her fingers up to her hair with her eyes closed moaning out loud in utter pleasure.

It was like standing next to a furnace, a scorching proximity that made Leo’s skin burn. Julian’s hands slid lower, gripping Leo’s hips with a firm, unyielding pressure, pulling their lower halves together. The friction was a brilliant, agonising tease through the denim of their jeans, the rough fabric catching and releasing against sensitive skin. Leo arched into the touch, a low groan escaping him as he tangled his legs with Julian's, completely consumed by the sudden, heavy ache building in his core.

A low, approving growl rumbled in his chest. “Fucking drenched,” he murmured, voice thick with lust. He folded the evidence of my arousal neatly, then walked over to his desk drawer, opened it, and tucked my panties inside like a trophy. The drawer clicked shut. He turned back to me with a dark, satisfied smile. “Good. Now get back to work, little slut. I’ll be keeping these close.” The rest of the day became a slow, exquisite descent into hell and heaven at the same time.

he smiles, running his fingers through my curls as I pull out of his arms. “I thought so too.” I smile, still refusing to cry. “Okay, so remember, tomorrow you need to set your online profile up, and I want you to use the pen name “The Smut Slut”. I nod, making a mental note of the name. “The quicker you set it up, the quicker you can start working. All dates will be run by me first just to make sure you're not being sent off with a fucking weirdo, a killer, or someone who's just bad news. I'll take care of you like I promised, Savage, so don't worry your pretty little head about a thing.” He knocks back a shot of tequila and smiles, grabbing Lexi and pulling her onto his lap. “Alright, I'll

I was whimpering and grinding my soaked panties against nothing, losing my mind with pleasure. Mark’s hand slid down and rubbed my silk-covered pussy. “Fuck, she’s absolutely drenched,” he told Angie. “Her cunt is leaking all over these panties.” Angie stood up beside the bed, right in front of my face, and slowly peeled her black panties down. Her hairy pussy was right there — dark curls glistening with her arousal, plump lips puffy and parting, her swollen clit peeking out. The musky scent of her hit me and I licked my lips involuntarily.

Sweat poured down their bodies, mixing together as they rutted against each other like animals. Lucas leaned in, hot breath against Damien’s ear. “I can smell how empty your hole is. How bad it needs to be knotted and bred by a stronger alpha.” He ripped Damien’s jeans open with one savage tug. Damien’s cock sprang free, thick and dripping, slapping wetly against his abs. Lucas shoved his own pants down, freeing his massive alpha cock — longer and thicker than Damien’s, veins bulging, the head already slick and angry red. Lucas spat into his palm and wrapped his hand around both their cocks, stroking them together in long, filthy pulls. Their precum mixed, making everything slick and nasty.

I dived into my bed with the magazine. “Just what I needed.” I muttered, I was very horny, but I tried to fight the thoughts that were coming to my mind, but the magazine in front of me wasn't helping matters. "Fuck it," I muttered, carefully scanning the magazine. It was a sex and foreplay guide. My eyes nearly popped off at the next picture. A man was sucking off the breasts of a woman who was obviously enjoying herself. I felt a rush to my pussy. I instantly knew had to do this before I completely lost my mind.

"Harder! Ruin my pussy!" "Take it, you dick-hungry parishioner," he grunted, one hand snaking around to rub her clit roughly. The other spanked her ass cheeks red, handprints blooming under suds. She pushed back, meeting every plunge, her pussy queefing air around his shaft. "Your hole's sucking me in. Gonna flood it." Real Hera's fingers matched the rhythm, three plunging her sopping cunt, thumb mashing her clit. The fantasy blurred with reality—steam thick, body aching. "Switch holes, Father! Sodomy me in the shower!"

She felt herself getting wetter, her panties already soaked from more than just the rain. “Fuck, you taste good,” he muttered. He moved to the other breast, biting gently before soothing it with his tongue. His hand slid down her stomach and under the waistband of her jeans. He pushed them down along with her panties in one rough motion. Mira kicked them off the rest of the way. Now she was completely naked under him. Jake sat back on his knees and looked at her body. His eyes were dark with hunger. “So fucking pretty,” he said.