Percy Jackson: The Firstborn

Chapter 135: Chapter 135: Forbidden Pleasures Venelana R18

Before starting, I understand and respect everyone’s preferences. That said, I need to make one thing clear—whether you think Damon is turning out to be Zeus or not, if I had to agree with you, I’d say well Damon and Zeus are brothers🤣🤣, with Damon being the Zeus of the devils, not Olympus. That said, even if you think it’s wrong because Venelana is married, or find it disgusting, I’d get it if we were talking about a human who worships God or another creature of God, or even if Damon was forcing himself upon somebody, which is actually what Zeus would do.... But here we’re talking about a devil, a race close to a succubus. Damon gave Venelana a choice—she made it for her own reasons, and she’ll enjoy it. Honestly, they probably did this back in the old days of Lucifer. 🤣🤣

This isn’t me trying to keep anyone reading—plenty of people have dropped the story before over worse situations. It is what it is, somebody else will enjoy it and keep reading. I know for a fact that no matter which direction I take, someone will be displeased. Ultimately, it doesn’t matter—the story is already ten Chapters ahead of this, and by the time we finish the devil’s arc in webnovel, we’ll be onto something else entirely. I just felt I had to address it because that’s what an author does.

I am grateful for all the support given, have a good one ✌️❤️

Gremory Castle Lounge

”Come here.” That simple order from Damon made Venelana’s pulse hammer in her throat as she rose from her seat, her feet moving automatically around the table, drawn more by duty than anything else. The moment she was close enough, Damon’s hand shot out, wrapping firmly around her wrist, pulling the Bael toward him with ease.

”—Eep—!” Venelana gasped as she was yanked and fell onto his lap, her thighs spread open over his, the sudden heat of his body enveloping the Gremory matriarch through her white dress. Damon didn’t even give her time to protest. The redhead’s mouth crashed against the column of her neck, his wet kisses scorching the Bael’s smooth skin. ”—Ehhh! Lord Damon, slower—!”

Damon didn’t stop for a second, ignoring the Gremory’s complaints that didn’t sound like complaints at all. One hand slid under her dress, caressing her soft thighs before gripping the full, yielding flesh of her ass. SLAP! A sharp sound echoed in the room, leaving a red mark blooming on her left cheek from the spank given to the Gremory. She shuddered, a surprised moan escaping as her hands dug into the Gremory’s ass cheeks. ”—You feel frustrated, Venelana—” Damon murmured against her ear, his breath tickling the Gremory. ”—Are you sure this is just about your family?”

Hearing his words, an intense blush crept up the Gremory’s neck, born of shame. She didn’t want to admit she was enjoying it, but now she knew he knew. Venelana felt her lower lips moisten from his caresses as the Gremory’s gloved hands tangled in the god’s hair while he tore the dress from her shoulders, exposing a transparent purple bra. With a deft twist, he tore it off. Her breasts spilled free. Damon observed them for a moment, somewhat impressed by how appetizing they looked crowned with that pink tip in the middle. He set those thoughts aside as he descended like a hungry man.

”—Ah!—” Venelana arched like a drawn bow, her nails digging into Damon’s scalp as he devoured her breasts. His teeth actually bit her breasts, making her scream, then his tongue moved in slow spirals, slowly licking the bites.

Venelana saw stars exploding behind her eyelids, golden sparks of primal pleasure clouding her vision — the chestnut-haired woman was extremely sensitive in her breasts. Not to mention Zeoticus had never done anything like this to her... her husband touched her quickly, without any effort, seeking to finish fast... But Damon... sucked with hunger, as if he wanted to extract milk from her. —Schlurp! Tug!— the wet sounds echoed in the silent room.

”—Yes!... —Harder! —she howled, her hips grinding frantically against the erection bulging in his pants. The silk of her dress tore at the side, revealing Bael’s trembling thighs as the moisture of her arousal soaked through her panties.

Damon looked up, his blazing eyes fixed on her. His thumb rubbed the bruised nipple with deliberate cruelty. —AHH!— Venelana jolted, an electric spasm running through her. She was already on the edge.

But to the Gremory’s internal despair, the redhead stopped mid-act, his amused eyes watching the desperation in Venelana’s eyes. ”—You said ’not so fast,’ didn’t you?—” He whispered, blowing cold air over her wet breasts. Her skin prickled, her nipples throbbing alone. ”—Don’t stop, I beg you!—” The Gremory pleaded; to Damon’s amusement, while his fingers pinched both nipples at once, instantly making Venelana arch her back. —Yeeesss, like that, please!—a needy moan escaped her lips.

”What do we have here... look how you drip for me...” Damon dragged his fingers over her soaked panties, showing golden threads of her essence between his knuckles. ”—Your pussy screams for me while you play the lady—”. He buried his face in her left breast, sucking the nipple to the back of his throat —Gluuuck!— while his hand brutally rubbed the wet fabric over her clit.

Venelana didn’t even last another second. ”—I’M C-CUMING-OOO!— The orgasm was a rush of pleasure, unlike anything the Gremory had ever felt before; her hands tangling in Damon’s scalp, while her juices came out in torrents, soaking her panties and dripping down Damon’s thigh, as she trembled, her breasts marked by the god’s hickeys rubbing against his face.

Damon smiled, moving his fingers away from the Bael’s sacred place. ”Venelana-chan... what a desperate slut you’ve been—” The god said, licking his fingers one by one, his eyes fixed on the dilated pupils of the chestnut-haired woman. while she only responded to his taunts with spasmodic hiccups.

Smiling at her lack of response, Damon stood up, lifting her like a doll, turning the Gremory around with ease and pinning her against the luxurious sofa. Unconsciously, Venelana opened her legs, the dress bunched around her waist, exposing soaked purple panties. Looking at Damon with glassy, shame-filled eyes. Damon traced the soaked fabric with his fingertip, smirking at her sharp inhale. Without further ado, he placed his hands on her thighs—gripping them—and sank his fingers into her flesh as he pushed her against the sofa. ”I like this... open for me. I bet no one has ever eaten your pussy before.”

Before Venelana could respond, she let out a moan ”—Hah!—”. Damon’s tongue dragged a slow line from the edge of the purple panties to the soaked center.

”—Gods!—” Venelana’s screams tore through the air. His tongue lashing her clit through the wet panties. Venelana pulled his hair, grinding her hips against his face. ”—D-don’t stop!” She had never tasted this ecstasy. Zeoticus despised oral sex. According to him, it was beneath the dignity of a high-class demon. Damon obviously wasn’t like that, despite being a god.

The redhead nibbled her inner thigh while pulling her panties aside with his teeth. Instantly —Schlick—. His tongue plunged into her, taking Venelana completely by surprise, shattering her. ”—Cumming!” The woman convulsed, lifting her hips against Damon’s mouth, her legs limp over his shoulders while Damon grabbed her ass, not separating even for a minute from the chestnut-haired woman’s vulva. She felt her vision whiting out as Damon drank from her greedily, his tongue exploring deep inside her.

Suddenly —zap—. A crackle of lightning chakra sparked from the redhead’s tongue, electrifying her inner walls.

”—By Lucifer, Damon-sama!!!—” Venelana’s eyes rolled back, a titanic orgasm tearing through her before the first one had even faded. ”—This is too much—! Wait— AHHh!” The Gremory matriarch sobbed, babbling, while drool escaped her mouth as a satisfied smile could be seen on her lips. Her hands weakly pushed at the god’s head.

Damon, far from stopping, intensified his attack. His chin gleamed completely soaked in her juices as two fingers quickly plunged into her vagina with deep thrusts, curling against that sweet, swollen spot while his mouth clamped onto her clit. Squelch!!!Schlapp!!!! The wet sounds of Damon’s fingers entering and exiting alongside his lips, sucking her clit with audible pops, were clear in the room.

”—Ahhhh-ah! D-Damon-sama! I can’t... I can’t anymore-ahhhh!—” Venelana moaned, letting out incoherent babbling with every strike of his fingers and every suck on her clit. Her legs closing tightly around the redhead’s head, locking her heels together. As her legs trembled convulsively, the third climax tore through her like lightning: ”—YAAA-HAAA!—” a piercing scream echoed. Her body arching as she lifted her hips off the sofa again. Streams of pleasure soaking the redhead’s chin.

Venelana collapsed, defenseless, her thighs completely slick and trembling. Damon pulled back, his chin gleaming with her essence. ”—I see you enjoyed that—” he laughed, as he took the Bael in his arms, dragging her limp form onto his lap as he sat back on the sofa. She just dropped her head onto his chest, completely surrendered — Never in her life had she experienced so many climaxes. Her gloved hands clung to the redhead as the gleam of her wedding ring became noticeable.

”I think it’s time you returned the favor, don’t you?” the redhead smiled. Venelana, hearing his words, hesitated a little — she knew what he meant and honestly had never sucked a penis before. But still, not wanting to keep him waiting, the Bael nervously removed her gloves, her fingers trembling. As she climbed off Damon’s lap, her legs shaking from the continuous orgasms, she moved her hands to Damon’s pants, freeing his cock — thick and colossal. Venelana’s breath caught. Zeoticus was a twig compared to this.

Tentatively, she wrapped a hand around the base, her thumb barely meeting her fingertips. ”Wow,” she whispered, awestruck.

The violet-eyed woman leaned in, pressing light kisses along the shaft before licking the leaking tip — it was salty and musky. Damon growled, tangling his hand in her hair. ”Deeper.”

Venelana quickly obeyed his order, taking him deeper, choking as he stretched her throat. Her movements were clumsy, but Damon had enough patience to guide her and thrust shallowly. ”—Remember, whether your daughter goes to Kuoh or not depends on you—” the redhead reminded her instantly, making the woman take more vigor in her movements. Drool coated her chin.

”That’s it, keep going.” Venelana sucked and sucked, her red lipstick imprinting on the big cock. But unfortunately she had to breathe. She tried to pull back but Damon didn’t let her. ”—Suck that cock, bitch—” he gave a few more thrusts before finally releasing her.

Venelana coughed, catching her breath. ”—I’m sorry, Damon-sama—” the Bael said, knowing she hadn’t made him cum.

Damon let out a dark, satisfied laugh. ”It’s fine. You’ll learn with time—” His fingers played with her disheveled hair before pulling it to make her look directly at him. ”—And you’ll have plenty of opportunities to practice—” he added, making it clear this wouldn’t be a passing fling. Making the Bael blush furiously. As a demon, she had a deep craving to be filled, something that never happened, so she didn’t dare deny or contradict anything Damon said; after all, her demon side wanted it.

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