Percy Jackson didn't want anything more than to spend the rest of the weekend with his feet propped up on the table while eating blue-glazed pastry for dinner and watching TV. His now ex-girlfriend had always gotten upset when he put his feet on the table, although she loved pastries and TV as much as he did, she wouldn't have approved of having pastry as a main course or watching TV from the sofa as the most exciting thing they'd done all weekend. Naturally, the fact that she was his ex-girlfriend had a lot to do with why he was adopting all these habits at once. The breakup with Annabeth hadn't been bad, considering everything. There hadn't been any shouting matches or heated discussions, just mutual sadness and resignation. Percy even felt like their relationship had been falling apart for months before they finally talked about it, so he was sure Annabeth had been feeling the same way for several months before that. They'd hugged before she left, and Percy believed that staying friends wasn't just talk. She'd been such an important part of his life for so long, even before they started dating or going on a date, that the idea of Annabeth Chase leaving his life completely would have made him feel bad if he thought it was possible. He didn't have that fear; their separation had been as friendly as could be, and he believed he could spend time with Annabeth again as friends in the near future. The fact that the separation was friendly didn't stop it from hurting a lot, so he'd rented a cabin in upstate New York, decided to get away from everything for a while. Spending a weekend there, stuffing himself, watching TV and doing some of the things his now ex-girlfriend wouldn't have approved of seemed A good way to escape from her pain. Percy's plans to spend a solitary stay in the northern state were interrupted by the lighting of the chimney. He shuddered and quickly turned his head towards the chimney, but sighed relieved and relaxed again when he saw Hestia, the goddess of the hearth, coming out of it. If someone else came to my chimney now, I'd probably be going crazy, she said. Or maybe I'd ask if it's possible to eat so much sugar that one starts hallucinating and imagining oneself in Harry Potter's world. —Hello, Percy. —Hestia didn't respond to his reflections. She just smiled at him, friendly and welcoming as always, although also a bit flushed. Today, Hestia seemed more mature than ever. Her hair was so dark it was almost black, and her eyes offered the familiar warm welcome of yellow-red flames. However, what caught his attention most was the long cloak she wore. That, and the fact that he could see her bare feet under it. —So, then, can I help you with something, Hestia? —he asked. She wasn't acting like she was in some kind of trouble or showing any distress, so he thought it wasn't urgent. Still, Hestia coming out of the chimney in his rented cabin made him raise an eyebrow. Asking her why the hell she came out of my chimney seemed impolite, especially since Hestia had always been so nice to him. So he tried to be friendly, thinking she would explain why she had come out of his chimney soon enough. —Do you want to sit down? —He glanced at the table—. There's cocoa here if you want it. The cocoa was also blue, because of course it was. He could imagine Annabeth's face wrinkling up at the combination of cake and cocoa together, and that was the point. —No thanks to both, please. —Hestia shook her head and looked down at her feet, which again caught Percy's attention to the fact that she wasn't wearing shoes. He was wearing neither shoes nor socks—. I'm sorry to bother you, Percy, but I had to see you. I didn't know if there would ever be a better moment than this. —What's the best moment for what, Hestia? —Percy's voice was softer now, and he left the piece of cake half-eaten on the table next to the open can of Coca-Booty. Now he had to reconsider his previous assumptions. Hestia didn't seem hurt or anything, but she seemed a bit nervous and clumsy. Maybe she needed his help with something after all. —I heard you broke up with Annabeth —said Hestia, still looking down. Percy made a face, wondering if he was about to hear the same well-intentioned motivational speech about how pain would pass with time. He had already heard four variations of that speech from his mother, stepfather Paul, best friend Grover, and even Annabeth herself, and wasn't in the mood for a fifth version. But when Hestia looked up and finally met his eyes, he didn't see the expressions of sympathy he'd had enough of during the last few weeks. He couldn't identify what he saw on Hestia's face, but knew he'd never seen her look at him like that before. Whatever it was, he didn't want to look away. —Yes, we broke up —murmured, lacking something better to say. “It's very selfish of me, but I didn't feel sympathy for you when they told me”, said Hestia. That surprised him, especially since it came from Hestia, of all people. “As soon as I found out, I knew I had to do it”. Before Percy could ask what that was, Hestia opened her cloak. And it was then that Percy realized she wasn't just barefoot under that cloak. She was completely naked. Opening her cloak like that had basically been an exhibition for him, only she didn't just give him a glimpse of her body and then close the cloak again. She left it open, letting him look at her all the time What I would have liked. I wouldn't have been able to look away even if my life had depended on it. Hestia's large breasts and curvy figure in that form were enough to make me stare with amazement, even if I was still in a relationship and my girlfriend was there to catch me. However, no one was there to scold solo Percy for sitting there and admiring the incredible body of Hestia with atoning admiration. If the exposure was impressive, the fact that he looked down and saw For exclusive use of Percy written in ancient Greek just above her soft pussy almost made his heart stop. Hestia let her cape fall to the floor and approached him on the sofa, but Percy kept looking at those Greek letters, trying to understand what they meant. Of course, he could read them; that wasn't the point. What was causing trouble for his brain was trying to accept that the words might actually be true, instead of being part of some elaborate practical joke. Hestia grabbed Percy's wrists and lifted her hands over his chest. Still dazed, Percy's hands reflexively explored the pair of large and perfect breasts they had led them to. —Would you accept me, Percy? —Hestia asked—. Please, please, take me. I've waited millions of years for the right man to give myself to, and you are that man, Percy. Please, make me yours! The passionate pleas of the beautiful virgin goddess finally snapped Percy out of his stupor. His hands left her breast but only to pull her towards him to kiss her. However, it wasn't a soft or romantic kiss. Maybe it started that way, but quickly turned into a session of disorderly kisses, with Hestia moaning and clinging to his arms as he claimed her lips and thrust his tongue into her mouth. He pressed them a little more, but his hands were no longer content with just doing that. She had taken the annoyance of undressing her entire body for him, and he wasn't going to let that go to waste. His hands ran over her body in front and back, from top to bottom, rubbing and squeezing everything they could reach. Hestia sighed and moaned into his mouth as he grabbed every inch of her, so she didn't need to wonder if she approved or not of him touching her wherever he wanted. Percy finally broke the kiss to get up from the sofa, but his hands immediately returned to her as soon as he was standing. He grabbed one of her breasts again with his left hand, and his right hand hit lower down, moving between her legs to touch her pussy. —Ohh!—As soon as his fingers touched the lips of her pussy, Hestia gasped and grabbed his wrist with both hands. However, she wasn't trying to push him away from her. Maybe she only had one previous lover with whom to compare her, but Hestia still made it easy for him to understand how much she longed for his touch. She was dripping and reacted so demonstrably to a simple touch that Percy felt he could do practically anything and she would still enjoy it. He slid a finger inside her pussy, and Hestia moaned and looked at him as if he had done something miraculous. It wasn't until he started moving the finger inside her pussy that Percy realized what this meant for her. As he had said, he had lived literally thousands of years without knowing the touch of another. She was a virgin goddess and, after all this time, she had emerged from her chimney and exposed herself to him. She had rejected proposals from all other men, including some of her fellow gods, but she had chosen Percy to share her virgin body with here and now. Percy rarely lacked confidence in himself, and he felt that he had become quite good at giving a woman pleasure over the last few years. But it was surprising how much higher his confidence rose when this beautiful virgin goddess offered herself to him and She moaned so powerfully with each small touch he gave her. By the time he added a second finger to join the first in touching her and moved his thumb towards her clitoris, Hestia was practically sobbing with pleasure. Her full thighs squeezed around his arm and she moaned his name loudly as she came all over her hand. Percy enjoyed the sound, appearance, and sensation of making a woman come, and never had it experienced so vividly as he did now with Hestia trembling and moaning while looking at him and coming all over her body. She didn't hide anything from her desire or pleasure. Percy was surprised when Hestia fell to her knees so soon after he removed his fingers from her, but it was his turn to gasp when his hands pulled down his loose shorts and underwear around his ankles. Oh, God. —Hestia looked at his cock with her mouth agape and gave it a delicate touch with her finger—. It's so big. —And all yours —Percy said, smiling at her. Apparently it was the best thing he could say, because Hestia let out a small moan and then immediately began to lick and kiss the head of his penis. Percy moaned and gave her a pat on the head in gratitude—. Good girl. Hestia wrapped her lips around the tip and started sucking it, and Percy moaned again. She began moving her head over him, showing a decent level of skill for a woman who had never done this before in her very long life, and more than enough enthusiasm to compensate for the rest. Percy was quite content to simply stay there and appreciate his blow job while running his hands through her hair, admiring how the light made it look fiery. But after a few minutes of Hestia moving her head and learning to suck a cock, she stepped back to look at him fixedly. I want you to do this even better, Percy —she said, licking her lips—. What do you mean? You're doing great. Great work, Hestia. It feels incredible. —He wasn't exaggerating. First time or not, Hestia was doing a great blow job. But she shook her head anyway. —No, you don't understand —said Hestia firmly—. I want you to use me. I want you to fuck me, Percy. Fuck my mouth! Treat it like it's yours! The first instinct of Percy had been to treat Hestia with delicacy and love, but he could feel her desire for this. It was a surprise that this kind goddess would basically beg him to fuck her mouth, but if this is what she really wanted, he wouldn't deny her. —Okay —he said—. Do you want it? You've got it. Hestia gave him a radiant smile before taking his cock back into her mouth, and Percy took control from there. He put his hands on her head and held it in place as he started pushing his hips, forcing her to take his cock much deeper in her mouth than she had been able to on her own. He shoved it down her throat, ignoring her gagging and giving her no choice but to take it all despite her body's efforts to keep up with the rhythm. That was exactly what she wanted, of course. He could see the delight in those fiery eyes every time he looked at her. His balls were banging against her chin as he pulled her red dark hair and fucked her face with more roughness than he had ever dreamed of doing to anyone before, and Hestia wouldn't have wanted it any other way. —Here it comes, Hestia —he said as he pulled his cock out of her mouth—. Keep your head pointing towards me. Hestia looked at him obediently, but the anticipation on her face when he shook his cock and started coming in her face showed that she would have kept her face up and pointing straight at him whether he told her to or not. Receiving his semen all over her forehead, cheeks, and nose was exactly what she wanted. She also opened her mouth to catch a decent amount of semen on her tongue, so he pleased her with the last bursts. Although it wasn't lo first in what most people thought when Poseidon was mentioned, his association with male fertility was one of Percy's favorite things about being his father's son. Thanks to that, he stayed hard as a rock after his orgasm, so he was immediately ready to get into position when Hestia moved from her knees to his back, spread her legs wide and invited him to come forward with her fingers. —Are you ready for this, Hestia?—he asked, getting down on his knees between her legs. —Yes, Percy.—He was breathing heavily with anticipation as he hit her skin with his cock, giving her a visual display of how long it was and how deep it would go inside her.—Please do it! Take my virginity. I want to give it to you... no, I want you to take it! When an immortal virgin goddess who has thousands of years asks you to be the man who deflowers her, there's only one way to respond, at least in Percy Jackson's mind. He aligned his cock with her entrance, rubbed his head against her pussy lips and looked into her eyes. Those eyes were captivating anyway, but he wanted to make sure he saw them well while claiming something that no man or god had ever had the privilege of taking for thousands of years. With the Goddess of the Hearth looking at him with eyes full of need, Percy advanced and pushed his cock into her previously pristine pussy. The tightness was astonishing, as was the heat. Percy had to do everything he could not to grunt and thrust all the way in, but gritted his teeth and kept control. No matter how needy she was, she was still a virgin and it was his responsibility to give her a first time that would be worth all those centuries of waiting. He penetrated her slowly and carefully, stopping when he hit her hymen. Without hesitation, Hestia looked at him and nodded. —Take it—she whispered. Percy nodded, surged forward and broke through the hymen of the no longer virgin Goddess of Fire. Hestia moaned and extended her fingers to caress him The cheeks as he gazed at her eyes. For as special as that moment was for Percy, he knew it had to have an even greater weight in the mind and heart of Hestia. After all those years, she had rid herself of her virginity and welcomed a man inside her. Percy didn't need her to tell him she was ready for him to start moving again, because her eyes said it all. Just seconds had passed since he took his hymen, but he began sliding slowly his cock from one side to the other inside her pussy. Hestia wanted him, so she was going to give it to him. And she also felt incredibly lucky. The direct cum from that first orgasm was probably the only reason why she could feel the tight heat of Hestia hugging his cock without coming, after a dozen thrusts, even with the slowness with which he was receiving her. —More force! —Hestia suddenly cried out, taking him by surprise. She licked her lips and looked at him fixedly, with impatience on her face and tone—. Fuck me harder, Percy! Fuck me like you're my little slut! —It was possibly the last thing Percy had expected Hestia to say before this night, but he was quickly learning that the sweet goddess had a thirst not only for sex, but also for much harder sex than what a newly deflowered woman would normally feel comfortable with. —You have it —he said, adjusting his thrusts to adapt to her mood. Hestia moaned in satisfaction when Percy passed from guiding his cock carefully from one side to the other inside her to thrusting into her with force and depth. With each successive thrust, Percy felt more sure that the goddess could take what she wanted. Listening to her moan and grunt happily regardless of how much force he put into his thrusts, Percy decided to give it to her even harder. But to do so effectively, he was going to need to change things a bit. Hestia's eyes literally Illuminated when Percy lifted his legs off the cabin floor, folded them back, and pushed them towards his head. He pressed his weight onto the back of his thighs and continued to fuck her, but from this position he could push his cock even deeper inside her. Since he first discovered the fetish of penetration press, Percy had felt curious about how practical it was and how he would feel compared to the classic missionary position. Now he had his answer. He was really able to put more into his thrusts and achieve a deeper penetration than before he pushed his legs in the air and moved to a squatting position. The penetration press turned out to be quite fun. His lover clearly agreed. She had only been fucked like that for about two minutes before Hestia screamed and started coming. Percy growled and fucked her faster, driven to new levels of frenzied thrusts by Hestia's orgasmic screams. He could feel his balls preparing to fire off another round, but he wanted to keep fucking Hestia until the end of time. —Inside!—Hestia screamed just as Percy was considering what to do next.—Come on, Percy! Shoot everything inside me! Make me yours! Percy was happy to comply. He gave her a few more thrusts and then groaned deeply as he shot off his second load of the night, this time entering Hestia's pussy completely. He had already deflowered the virgin goddess and now he was filling her with his semen. Now she was completely dirty and all because of him. It was a fantastic start, but the look of need on Hestia's face as he lowered his legs to the floor was all he needed to see to know that she wasn't ready to stop yet. Before she had the chance to beg for more, he turned her over onto her pushed her thighs up, leaving her on her knees with her face towards the floor and her back pointing upwards in the air. Hestia only had time to let out a small moan before Percy pushed his still hard cock again into her pussy. Percy didn't give her absolutely any opportunity to adapt to her new position, nor did he expect her to want one. Hestia could be a very warm and kind goddess, but when it came to sex, she had given him many reasons to believe that what she most desired was for him to put her face down, with her backside up and fuck her like hell. And he didn't give her anything less than the best he could. He had already been fucking her harder than ever before, and maintained the same demanding rhythm with each thrust while penetrating her from behind. But Percy didn't dominate Hestia only through the force of his thrusts. She was a goddess who wanted to submit, who wanted him to use her and be hard on her, and there were many ways he could contribute to that. She was no longer able to ask or beg for what she wanted, because now she only moaned without thinking while he fucked her. But Percy was already very aware of what she wanted from him, and didn't need any help to figure out how to give it to her. Along with his incessant thrusts until the balls in Hestia's tight pussy, he also grabbed a handful of the dark red goddess' hair and pulled, balancing her wrist in the air to land repeatedly on her backside. Every time his arm completed its movement, an impressively strong slap of the hand hitting the buttock sounded in the air. Hestia knew what she was doing when she came before him in this way, because her backside was absolutely enormous. Her tits were also nice and big, but these thighs and this backside made the goddess look incredible while he fucked her from behind and gave her slaps on the backside. It was a butt made for azotar, and Percy followed his desires to the maximum there, for mutual pleasure. Hestia screamed something he couldn't understand while coming again, enjoying being filled with pussy, having her hair pulled, and being spanked on the ass. As before, Hestia's orgasm forced Percy to be even harder on her. His thrusts became even more violent, his left hand pulling her hair tighter and his right hand finding her ass with such force that it was almost guaranteed that Hestia's giant ass would leave a mark of his hand as a reminder of what she had accepted. Percy filled her pussy with another thick load of semen, but didn't give her time to enjoy it before lifting her up, taking her with him, and sitting her down on his lap while sitting back down on the same sofa where she had gotten out of the chimney. However, everything had changed since then. He ignored the half-eaten cake and open Coca-Booty can, because there were much more important things Percy needed to focus on. He had a goddess in his lap and was going to make the most of it. She was sitting on top of him, but it was Percy who was doing all the work. His arms held her body and his hands gripped her fat ass well as he made her bounce up and down on his cock, with her hips pushing upwards to achieve this even more effectively. Hestia hadn't said a coherent word in several minutes, but Percy preferred the delirious and stupid gasps of pleasure she was letting out while being bounced on his cock anyway. The only real spaces in their sounds of pleasure occurred when they kissed, although it would be more accurate to say that Percy was kissing her and she was just moaning as he claimed her lips, just like he had already claimed the rest of her. —I hope you enjoyed your first fuck, Promiscuous goddess—said, smiling as Hestia moaned at the dirty talk—. This next Load will be the last of the night. Hestia groaned again, and he was ready for her not to say anything substantial during the rest of the powder, if not during the rest of the night. But then his head fell back and his eyes met hers once more. —Inside me! —she said, almost shouting while looking at him—. Cry out, Percy! Please, please cry out! —He had every intention of coming inside her again anyway, but that decision was already sealed. His fingers dug into her thick buttocks and his lips crashed against hers with roughness as he held her in his lap and pumped every drop of semen that had left inside the previously intact pussy of the goddess. As she had written, it was only for her use, and he was using it! The moans and screams stopped almost at the same time as his balls finally emptied for real, and for a while, he and Hestia sat embracing on the sofa. Finally, he pulled her out of his lap and she quickly curled up against his chest as he moved down onto her side. Percy wrapped his arm around her back and held her sweaty body against his. This had been the most intense and physically exhausting screw of his life, but now that it was over, she had become the loving goddess he had seen for years again. Filling her until she lost consciousness had been incredible, but snuggling with her on the sofa like this also felt quite nice. He could get used to this. —So, hey, was this just something once for you, Hestia? —he asked, knowing he couldn't hide his nervousness while waiting for her response—. Something like, oh, I've waited millions of years, can I get it out of my head? —He was glad they had had this night anyway, but if she wasn't going to stay, it was better to say so now, before he got too attached to embracing her like this. Probably this wasn't the best way to approach this. —Hestia turned her face away from her chest and looked at him. She was sweaty and her dark red hair was a disaster, just like the rest of her, honestly. She still looked beautiful in his eyes—. But I have feelings for you, Percy. I wouldn't have done this with anyone else. But when I heard that you and Annabeth were no longer together, I had to act before losing my chance. —She lowered her gaze and nervously licked her lips—. I want to be with you, if you'll accept me. —Percy lifted his chin so she would look back at him and smiled. —I've been in love with you for a long time —he admitted, which was true. He hadn't had anything to do with the reason their relationship with Annabeth hadn't worked out, and he'd ignored it successfully while they were together. But now he didn't need to ignore it. He was free to admit his feelings and smile at how Hestia smiled in joy at hearing it—. When I get back home, will you go out with me? —I would love to —said Hestia, still smiling widely. She let out a happy laugh and was too adorable for Percy not to give her a quick and tender kiss on the lips. —We really got everything backwards —he said after taking a step back—. It's been a long time since I've had a new relationship, but I'm pretty sure the guy should invite the girl on his first date before rushing into her. —He thought for a second and then shrugged—. Even several rushes. —Hestia laughed again. —I don't mind doing things out of order —said the goddess—. I think I've waited long enough for the right guy to appear, so it doesn't matter if I don't follow the usual rules here. Even if you tried to procreate with me before we had dinner together. Percy could have pointed out that all this was her doing and literally begged him to appear. But she snuggled up against his chest again and he enjoyed it too much Curl up with her as if to worry about something so silly as who had begged whom. He had come to this cabin to get away from thoughts about his romantic life, but he would return with a kind and loving goddess as girlfriend. Apparently, his mother, Paul, Grover, and even Annabeth had been right from the start. The pain had disappeared quickly thanks to the Goddess of Hearth, who was no longer a virgin.
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