Dealing with Drama

Living his Life: Part 4

AN: I'm still in the birthday mood. Happy birthday to me! Also, if you were expecting an earlier update, I'm sorry, but these chapters are each around 5K words long, and it is not easy writing so long chapters in a single day.

Time: Next Day

Percy thought that he was backing himself into a corner with every kiss he shared with a girl, but he couldn't help himself from ravaging their lips and tainting their innocence with his dark lust.

Last night, he and Artemis had cuddled and kissed all night, IN HIS BED.

He felt himself stir as the coffee began taking effect, and for the first time, he took note of the girl sitting beside him, cutely rambling on and on about something.

He yawned, covering his mouth with his hand. "Good morning, Cynthia."

Her cheeks tinted red. "Go-good mo-morning, Jackson."

He stared at her, still feeling sleepy. He wondered why she was blushing, or stuttering for that matter. He hadn't even said anything.

His sleep-deprived mind took some time to register that he was shirtless. The cool breeze of the air conditioning stung his skin, and he felt the warmth of the golden sunlight filtering through the glass door, on his tanned skin.

When did he lose his shirt?

Percy didn't know. The sleeping pills had given him a throbbing headache, and he wondered how that was even possible.

He eyed Cynthia, his gut telling him that she would be his next kiss.

Her straight, shiny black hair, so much like her mother, fell past her shoulders. Her dark eyes shined brightly, hiding... something deeper, beneath dark, perfect eyebrows; her pale skin glistening in the sunlight. She was wearing a loose, plain white nightshirt that hung down to her knees, revealing a bit of her collarbones.

Percy's eyes stopped for a moment on her visible cleavage, the smooth, creamy skin of her chest inviting. Her large tits jutted out of her otherwise toned and lithe body, her white, tight, restraining bra slightly visible through her white t-shirt. Her massive boobs jiggled softly with every breath she took, despite her bra. Her tits were slightly smaller than Phoebe and Atalanta's, perhaps a B- cup, but Percy could not tell for sure. Her erect nipples were slightly visible if he strained his eyes enough.

His eyes wandered her slim stomach to her wide, childbearing waist. Her short stature and curvy body completed her attractive, yet cute features, and Percy believed if it was not so hot on the tropical island, she and Hestia would form the perfect, short, curvy and cute, girl duo in his oversized hoodies. Her soft, creamy thighs led to slender, legs, that ended in small, cute feet.

His lewd mind, as always, provided him with an image. Cynthia kneeling in front of him, beside her mother, clad in a black latex suit, with a bright red ball gag in her small mouth, her pink, pouty lips sucking on her gag. Her hands were handcuffed behind her with fluffy pink cuffs, and a vibrator was pressed to her clit. Her moans of overwhelming pleasure were muffled by the ball gag. Nemesis' hands wandered over her daughter's body, massaging and groping. She tweaked Cynthia's erect nipples through the tight, glistening latex, before her slender, deft fingers wandered to Cynthia's exposed, dripping cunt forming a puddle of her orgasmic juices around her crotch. The Dark goddess of revenge rocked her slim, latex clad hips on a toy, invisible to him thanks to his position, which Percy assumed to be a dildo embedded in one of her holes.