Dealing with Drama

A Petting Package: Part 2

AN: Damn, the Man United vs Atalanta (get it?) game last night was pure fire! What a comeback. But about the chapter... Let's get straight to it then, shall we?

Time: Same Time

"You're two sexy little vixens, aren't you?" A dark, lustful smirk curled Percy's lips as he sat on the edge of the bed, with his arms full of two thirsty Huntresses.

"You think you can handle us, Jackson?" Atalanta whispered sultrily while Phoebe worked on leaving another hickey on Percy's strong, well-defined jaw.

"Oh, I can handle you and more. The question is, now, can you handle me?"

"Cocky much?"

"Nah, I can back up my words." Percy grinned, feeling Atalanta's smooth palm slide effortlessly into his jersey, feeling up his toned abs as she shamelessly groped his muscles.

"Mmph." He gave a satisfied moan as Phoebe leaned up to kiss him, her ruby lips moulding to his as she tried to dominate the kiss, taking advantage of Atalanta's hands massaging his body to cheat.

Hmm, it would seem that the daughter of Ares needed to be tamed, Percy thought as he retaliated with equal passion. Phoebe's scent in his nostrils was making him feel all the more hungrier for her soft flesh, fanning the lustful inferno blazing in his heart.

He finally won the battle of tongues, making her moan in slight disappointment as he explored her mouth eagerly with his tongue, using all the knowledge he had of her mouth to give her one of the best, toe-curling kisses she would ever have.

Even as he was occupied with the feisty daughter of Ares on his lap, he felt Atalanta's smooth palm slide up his abs, gently tracing the well-defined ridges of his toned muscles and scars that littered his tanned bronze skin. Her fingers crept up to his chest, making his breath hitch as he felt her soft fingers flick his nipples.

Percy felt his cheeks on fire as Atalanta laughed softly into his ear, before leaning down to sink her teeth into his neck. She latched onto his neck, her tongue swirling around his skin and she felt his veins throbbing powerfully beneath her lips as she sucked, determined to leave her own hickey on his neck.

Alright, fuck. This was not happening.

Percy, despite being really good at sex, or so he had been told, just couldn't keep these two Huntresses under control. This was his first threesome (or so he thought), after all, and it did not help that Phoebe and Atalanta worked like a well-oiled machine after all these years together, not needing words to communicate with each other.

He needed to do something and fast.

Thinking quickly, he swept the two Huntresses off his lap, slamming them harshly into the bed. The two gave soft squeals at the suddenness of his action as they bounced harmlessly against the soft mattress, momentarily dazed.

But that was all the time Percy needed, as he summoned two fluffy handcuffs, fastening them on their wrists, holding their arms behind them.

"Sluts." He panted, taking a short break, disbelieving that they had been able to catch him off guard, get him so worked up. He had thought that he would be able to handle two girls at once, but apparently, he had been wrong. He needed practice, and what better way than the two ancient Huntresses, who always came as a package?

He pressed his hand against his neck, feeling his skin slick with Atalanta's warm saliva, still unable to completely forget the feeling of her teeth on his skin.

"What are you doing? Let us go, Percy!" Phoebe growled, struggling futilely against the handcuffs. Her body writhed and twisted like a snake as she tried to break free, her legs kicking out on instinct to escape.