The Sea's Serpent

The Drunk

AN: The smut in this chapter is my way of celebrating Cristiano Ronaldo's 750th career goal. The cartoon above is so true. #GOAT #Ballondor2020

Time: Same Time

Athena was in a really tight spot, and she didn't know how she ended up there.

Why? You ask.

She was currently trying to keep quiet as she fingered herself in her closet. Through the slight opening in the doors, she could see Percy plough Calypso into her bed.

Why they were even fucking in Athena's room, the goddess of wisdom could not say. Percy seemed to be piss drunk, and Calypso, well, she would not resist his advances in any way.

The moans, screams and grunts the pair were emitting, echoed through the room, effectively concealing the low moans that escaped Athena.

Percy was covered with a slight sheen of glistening sweat, his muscular body flexing and straining as he moved his hips at ungodly speeds, making the Titaness beneath him squirm and scream. His black hair was messier than ever, and his face was contorted in a drunken snarl as he continued to derive his pleasure wantonly from Calypso, who was restrained beneath him. His sea-green eyes were glazed over, and he emitted a thick, intoxicating smell of masculine musk and alcohol that hung heavily in the room's atmosphere. His golden chain that he had worn to the ball still hung around his neck, sticking slightly to his skin due to his sweat.

Calypso was faring no better. Her caramel hair was dishevelled and frizzy, still held in Percy's iron grip, with a few strands of cum still sticking in her hair. Her eyes were closed and soft, full pink lips were parted as she gasped for breath. Her slender neck arched backwards in response to Percy's tugging at her hair, she had utterly and completely submitted to him, content with being restrained underneath his superior body. Her fat ass cheeks jiggled enticingly every time they smacked against his hips. Calypso seemed to have lost all higher thinking processes as her body was ravished, moving her hips in rhythm with Percy's thrusts to meet them midway. Her stomach bulged every time Percy bottomed out inside her, showing the shape of his monster dick outside her toned, yet soft stomach.

He occasionally slapped her bubble butt, leaving red handprints in his wake, and enjoying the rippling soft flesh underneath his firm palms.

Percy's cock glistened with Calypso's juices as he plunged his thick shaft in and out of her gaping wet hole. Her tunnel sucked him in yet tried to push him out at the same time, her tight inner walls yielding under the vicious onslaught they were subjected to. Her velvety walls parted before him, slick with fluids that gushed out around his rock-hard meaty cock.

Percy could only wonder in awe as such a delicate thing as the caramel-haired beauty, the healer, Calypso, could survive under his drunken fucking. Must have been the immortal ichor pumping in her veins. In some still sane part of his mind, he knew he should slow down, but he was having too much fun to consider. Looking down at the screaming beauty beneath him, he could only increase his pace even further.

Leaning down, he nibbled her earlobe gently, slowing his pace and instead going for long, deep thrusts as his lips trailed down her neck. He could feel the thick tip of his cock pushing against the deepest parts of her womb, pushing against the very back walls of her deep cavern. Her stomach had been moulded into the shape of his cock, and Percy could feel her walls tighten and pulse around him, signalling that she was close to her climax, the fifth one so far that night.