Dealing with Drama

Racing Revenge: Part 2

AN: Last chapter before I take a break. So, this book is gonna be on hold for a few weeks, until I get 10 chapters of my Harry Potter fanfiction out, then I'm gonna come back to write this. Capiche?

Time: Same Time

Percy shut the door carefully, trying to not make any sound that could give away their late arrival at the mansion, all the while trying to ignore the painful erection throbbing in the fabric confines of his boxers as his ears picked up the lewd sounds created thanks to the passionate.... ahem, activities of mother and daughter behind him.

"Fuck." He let out a deep breath he was holding, his mind tugging and chaffing at his self-control, tried by the sheer eroticism of their incestuous actions. He stifled a growl in the back of his throat, nibbling his knuckles to take the edge off his hunger as he turned towards the bed, not knowing what to expect.

Fuck.

An audible growl did escape his throat, his clothes suddenly feeling too hot and stifling as he hungrily feasted his eyes on the sight before him.

Cynthia was sitting at the edge of his bed with Nemesis in her lap, holding her mother's face in her hands, the two making out passionately, seemingly as turned on by the taboo of the act as Percy was himself. The two let out lewd moans into each other's soft lips, not even trying to muffle the sounds they were emitting, seemingly hell-bent on torturing Percy until he could not take it anymore.

Growling impatiently, Percy tugged at his jacket, tossing it unceremoniously over the chair at his desk, before tugging off his shirt and jeans to follow suit.

He shivered slightly, feeling the cool air-conditioned air of his bedroom assault his skin, sending slight goosebumps up his otherwise smooth skin.

He stalked towards the couple on the bed, attached at the lips, seemingly not paying any attention to the fact that he was in the room with them.

"So slutty." He commented, making them still their feverish kissing, not daring to open their eyes or to remove their lips from each other. Cynthia shivered, feeling the soft mattress beside her sink underneath his weight as Percy sat on the bed beside her. "Not even feeling anything except lust in kissing your mother, Cynthia, or your daughter, Nemesis. Did you kiss her father like that?"

Making Nemesis blush even harder at the thought. No, she had never kissed anyone like that.

His arms encircled them, sending fleeting touches across their clothed bodies and enjoying the tense anticipation of the lithe muscles beneath his fingers as he pulled them, almost effortlessly, into his lap.

"So dirty, so kinky. Two little bitches, mother, and daughter, all for me. Do you think I am greedy? Or is it because you are so slutty that you would do anything for cock, even if that means defiling your own mother, Cynthia?" He laughed. "Fucking starved cock hungry whore, that's what you are, aren't you? Of course, you would be, it's in your genes, can't really find fault with you if it's inherited, now, can I?"

Feeling that it was alright to move, Nemesis and Cynthia broke their passionate liplock to look at the Dark god, their cheeks tinged slightly in embarrassment at his words, as the full extent of their lust actuated actions hit them. Their eyes half-lidded in lust as they stared at his body, their cloyed senses taking some time to register the fact that he was practically naked, with only his boxers to cover his modesty.

Their blushes fanned by the warmth of his naked skin and the feeling of his toned muscles hugging their frames close to his body, they looked up at the shadowed eyes of the Dark god, dark sea green swirling with powerful, predatory hunger that made them wet, their movements synchronized, as if they were twins who could read each other's minds, working in perfect sync and tandem to please their Master.