Banished

M- 50

Percy PoV

Artemis returned from telling her hunters about the wedding and stepped into the kitchen, where I was popping dinner into the oven. She licked her lips. "Is that lasagna?"

"Yes, it is," I replied, closing the oven door. "How did things go with your hunters?"

"Surprisingly well," she replied. "I'm still trying to wrap my head around the fact that I'm going to be Artemis Jackson this time next week."

I smiled at the thought. "Do you think things will change once we're married?" I asked, putting away the leftover ingredients.

"We'll have a lot more sex," my future wife predicted. "Other than that, I don't think so."

I chuckled and pulled her into a hug, kissing her forehead.

"Speaking of sex," she continued. "I'm going to take a shower before dinner. Care to join me?"

"Always," I replied, following her closely as she made her way to the bedroom.

Once we were in the bathroom, I slammed the door shut and lifted Artemis onto the counter.

She saved us the trouble of undressing each other with a snap of her fingers.

I took a moment to admire her voluptuous body before carrying her into the shower. "Weren't we not supposed to have sex the week before the wedding?"

"We're just practising for the honeymoon," she replied, getting down on her knees.

I buried my hands in her hair and thrust into her mouth.

Artemis began bobbing her head up and down on my cock, and it felt incredible.

She wouldn't be able to make me cum since we were in the shower and the water was giving me energy, but I just let her keep sucking for a few minutes before doing anything.

When it seemed like her mouth was starting to get tired, I lifted her back up to her feet and began ravaging her body.

"Mmmh, Percy!" She cried out, tugging on my hair as my head dipped down to her breasts. "I wasn't d-aah!"

I thrust into her and seemed to be rubbing up against her clit rather often in this position.

My fiancee wrapped her legs around my hips and raked her nails across my back as continued to thrust, well aware that she was on her way to having an orgasm.

Within a few minutes, she all but screamed my name as she came.

I pulled out of her and dried us off, neglecting to put her bra back on her when redressing.

Tired, she rested her head on my shoulder. "You haven't cum yet."

"Maybe after dinner, I'll bend you over the counter again," I whispered huskily, squeezing her thigh. "You did say we should be doing that more often."

Her cheeks flushed and her breath quickened at the suggestion.

I kissed her on the temple as I brought her over to the kitchen. "You know I love you for your personality and not your body, right?"

The woman nodded, still in what seemed to be a dazed state. "I love you too, Percy."

I went over to check the oven and found that there was still a good twenty minutes left until the dish was done cooking.

Artemis got a lustful glint in her eye as grabbed the dish towel and stuffed it in her mouth.

I bent her over the countertop and had to resist the urge to thrust into her virgin asshole.

Instead, I thrust into her tight, warm pussy with a groan of pleasure.

Taking the muffled moans as a sign to continue, I thrust in and out of her so quickly you could barely hear her exclamations over the slapping of flesh on flesh.

My future wife orgasmed heavily and spat out the dishtowel, letting out another sigh of pleasure as I nutted inside her. "I would like to rescind my earlier statement about having sex in the kitchen and replace it with this instead; we definitely need to do this more often."