Dealing with Drama

Role Reversal: Part 3

AN: I know, right after I updated and put up a poll, I went radio silent again for a few days, but this time, I couldn't help it.

I just got a well-earned vacation, and my grandmother decided that it was the right time to pass on. In a sense, it was- since all the rituals and the funeral arrangements would have been very hectic for me, and a headache for my family without me running around doing everything, still....

Now that the fourteen days are over and my grandmother's soul has successfully passed to the afterlife, I can finally relax again and resume writing this chapter.

I know it feels weird to both write and read a steamy, unrealistically proportioned fantastical lemon right after all that talk, but here we are.

As for the poll I posted in the last chapter, here are the results.

The Harry Potter fic won by a wide margin of three votes. So, I guess I'll be trying my hand at that again. Drop any ideas you want to see happen down in the comments; let's see if I feel like taking up any of them or incorporating them into the one I have planned.

I'll be writing both this one and the HP fic alongside for some time.

Now that we have entered the last stretch for Dealing with Drama, I'm also looking forward to my next Percy Jackson fanfic, and the votes decided that I would be giving a steamy slice of life with Roman Percy a shot.

Anyway, happy reading.

Percy looked down at Thalia.

She looked pathetic.

And every inch the obedient pet that she was.

His obedient pet.

And it was time to mark her as such.

He walked over to her side, summoning another log which he could lean against as he plopped his butt by her side. The daughter of Zeus gave no response for a moment, still drunk on lust with her eyes hazy and her lips glistening with her younger sister's arousal.

He gave her a few minutes to slowly return to her senses, while he absentmindedly played with her tits while wondering what sort of collar would look good on her.

It was a decision that he had to take carefully because Thalia had to live out the rest of her immortal life with the collar around her neck, telling everyone to whom she belonged.

Should he give her something excessively girly, just to spite her, and to remind her of her place?

Maybe something that would go with her usual goth outfit? That would look nice.

Or maybe something brazen and lewd to go along with the 'Property of Percy Jackson' tattoo that she had on her back?

So many options, but so few that would satisfy both of them.

His rough fingers caressed Thalia's breasts, rubbing against her flawless, smooth and soft skin and enjoying the way they sat on her chest, so firm and round. Utterly perfect.

He playfully nudged her breast, loving the way her soft flesh jiggled like jello, her chest rising and falling with every breath, her massive tits and ocean of milky flesh tipped with two, stiff cherry nipples.

Percy's fingers traced ghostly circles around her pink areola, enjoying the small bumps on her otherwise flawless skin, before curling around a sensitive, stiff nipple and tugging her awake.

Thalia stirred awake with a moan as she felt familiar fingers, rough yet gentle, caressing her sensitive tits, her electric blue eyes fluttering open to land on her Master's amused gaze, looking down at her with lust rapidly darkening his eyes.