Dealing with Drama

Helping Hestia: Part 2

AN: Enjoy Hestia's pounding, my fellow perverts.

Time: A Few Hours Later

Hestia surprised Percy as she tackled him to the floor, right in the corridor that housed all the girls' rooms.

Her soft lips pressed to his in a soul-searing kiss. Percy's toes curled in ecstasy as his goddess showed off all the skills and knowledge she had acquired that day, unbothered by her swollen, and sore lips.

Percy broke off the kiss first, not for lack of breath or anything. "What are you doing, Hestia?!" He hissed. "The others will be coming here any moment now."

Despite his best attempts, he could feel the traitorous lion in his loins stir hungrily.

Hestia rested atop his body, her massive D- cup tits mashed against his chest. He could feel them, warm, soft and inviting, against his chiselled body. She was still wearing his hoodie, the oversized fabric engulfing her short, curvy frame. She seemed so small in front of him... she was small in front of him, reaching only to the lower side of his chest.

Her warm brown eyes were glazed over in -Percy felt himself growl hungrily- lust, and nothing but sheer, unadulterated lust for him as she bit her pink lower lip, presenting him with a sultry look. Her soft, full pink lips were swollen and bruised from his previous aggression, and Percy smirked wolfishly, remembering her reactions to his aggression. Her smooth, pale cheeks were tinged with gold, showing her coy embarrassment, despite her otherwise sultry demeanour.

Hestia batted her eyelashes at the god, smiling at him. She felt something.... alien inside her, a burning heat, an incessant hunger for the feast beneath her. It was the same driving force that had prompted her to.... offer her services to him previously.

Hestia forced down the blush rising up her neck, knowing that whatever she did, Percy would never allow her to be hurt. "Percy..." she whispered, her eyes flicking down to his tasty, swollen lips. "I don't know what I'm doing."

He cupped her cheek gently, pressing his lips softly against her for a sweet, brief moment. "I love you, Hestia. What do you want to do right now?"

"The day was so great, and fun and all that.... and now, I want some more time with you.... alone. Percy," she took a deep breath, looking into his dark sea-green eyes with her warm brown eyes, a stubborn confidence and passion, burning like a wildfire, and chasing away the clouds of wanton lust that cloyed her judgment. "I want you to take my virginity, right now."

"Are you-"

"And stop constantly making sure if I'm okay, Percy. I know you will never hurt me, and I trust you, and I want you to do this." Without missing a beat, she summoned a cube of ambrosia, and popped it into her mouth. "See," she spoke through a mouthful of godly food, "I'm not drunk or under the influence of anything, so.... just stop being your worried self. I don't think you were this worried with Annabeth."

Her eyes watered. "Is this because... I'm-I'm different from what you had with Annabeth?"

Percy hastened to kiss her tears away. "No, Hestia. If that's what you want, that's what you'll get." He cocked a sexy smirk for her benefit.

He got the desired result as Hestia blushed golden and hid her face in his chest, occasionally peeking up at him with brown orbs, but then hiding again when her eyes met his.