Percy Jackson Smutty Universe

Chapter 1

The best way to describe Thalia Grace was that she was a sexaholic.

It wasn't something she could control or change. It's the way she's been since her very first time when she was twelve years old. And she gradually got addicted to it until she became the seventeen year old girl she was today : a whore.

She didn't feel any shame in it, but it wasn't something she spoke to her friends about, in fact they don't even have a clue what Thalia was. Not that they should, not even her best friend Annabeth. Some things just shouldn't be shared. It just wasn't worth it.

She shook those thoughts away as she swiped her finger across the digital screen of her IPhone. She was sitting on her double bed, playing candy crush while she waited for her boyfriend to arrive.

A few months ago, that word wouldn't have had any meaning to her, but ever since she met him in that bar, things changed. She did find meaning in that word.

Thinking about her boyfriend was making her wet and horny and she was loosing her patience as time passed. He should be here by now!

She sighs inwardly before she changed game to another she had recently installed on her phone that was called what if..?

She felt something on one of her bare legs. She averted her eyes off the screen to look at what was on her leg to find that it was a mosquito. She killed it with a slap of her hand which made a small red mark on her flawless olive skin.

She wore a white tank top and a pink G-string that was her boyfriend's favorite. She didn't wear any bra, she hated those things. She preferred having her breasts free, instead of being held in a form-fitting undergarment begging to be released. She didn't have the biggest, but she certainly didn't have the smallest. Full C-cup. She was on multiple occasions told they were 'perfect'.

She smiled slightly at the question displayed on the screen of her phone. It read: what if you got 100$ each time you bent down to tie your shoes, but there's always a penis to pierce your ass when you do?

The possible answers given were either yes or no. She thought about it for a second trying to imagine herself in that situation. Imagining being-

Her thoughts were interrupted when there was a sudden ring! There was a pause before it rung again and again until she realised it was the phone ringing.

She knew that the phone was downstairs and she sighed. She pressed the power button on the side of her IPhone to put it to sleep and the screen turned black. She stepped off her comfortable king sized bed and stretched.

Her bedroom was close to that of a celebrity. It was big with a 4k TV on the wall, her own closet and master bathroom. The walls were painted in dark colours and the floor was covered by a blue carpet that had cool designs on it, but were barely noticeable under all the dirty clothes that lay strewn across the floor. Her bed was the same with the covers nearly on the floor. It definitely wasn't a princess' bedroom.

She practically was a celebrity, being the daughter of the richest man on the planet. He was so rich she was sure he could afford the earth or the moon if either of them had a price tag on them.

Not that she was complaining of course, she's seen the people who were born without such a rich parent. People that were just like her, but weren't as lucky as her.

Of course having a multi-billionair father had its ups like living in one of his mansions for free. Or driving one of his sport cars that don't even exist on the market. Or even affording just as much clothes as she wanted, even though she wasn't the type to go shopping all the time like a few bitchie girls she could name.