Percy Jackson: The Firstborn

Chapter 136: Chapter 136: Venelana Damon’s Bitch R18

Damon didn’t give her time to think about anything else. He grabbed the woman by the armpits, lifting her off the floor, and threw her back onto the sofa. The god tore the dress — the fabric giving way like nothing — and the heels flew somewhere mundane in the room.

Damon grabbed her by the ankles and pushed her legs against his chest, opening her completely, leaving her exposed as his cock slapped against the Gremory’s pussy. She let out a moan she didn’t bother hiding, staring at his glans with an expression that was almost pleading, while he moved against her, sinking the tip into the arousal that overflowed from her.

”You want this cock, don’t you, Vene-chan?” Damon’s voice was low and mocking. Venelana nodded furiously, biting her lower lip. ”I want it, Damon-sama. Please. Give it to me,” the Bael answered, completely drenched in sweat, her hair plastered to her forehead — her attempt at keeping her noblewoman’s composure long gone from the hungry woman she was now.

Without another word, Damon sank into her without hesitation, not even giving the demon a chance to adjust. After all, she wasn’t a human. She was a demon made for this. And so the sound of skin against skin began to echo — ¡SLAP! ¡SLAP! ¡SLAP! — each thrust hammering her cervix, stealing her breath.

”Tell me! Whose cunt is this?” the redhead growled, and the question dissolved into the humid air because Vene-chan could no longer form words.

Her head hung back, her mouth open, while her eyes rolled white. The demon left behind any shred of dignity, her face twisted into a mask of total submission. Saliva dripped from the corner of her lips as her tongue hung limp, useless for anything but moaning and drooling. But Damon wouldn’t have any of that. He had asked the woman a question, and he wanted an answer.

He stopped dead in the middle of a thrust. He pulled out of her pussy slowly, leaving her empty. Venelana moaned in pure frustration, her hips moving on their own, searching for him.

”I asked you a question.” Venelana blinked, barely grasping a thread of consciousness. It took her a moment to focus her gaze; Damon’s face was blurry.

”Y-YOURS!” she stammered at last, tears streaming down her cheeks as pleasure replaced shame. ”All yours!”

That was all he needed to hear.

Damon drove back into her with a fury that tore a scream from Venelana’s throat. Her hips became an unrelenting piston — SLAP, SLAP, SLAP — Venelana’s toes curling in the air with each spasm. ”That’s it,” Damon growled, his voice hoarse. ”You’re my whore, aren’t you?”

”Y-Yes! Agh! Damon-sama! D-Damon-sama!” she moaned, her eyes rolling back until nothing showed but the whites. Saliva dripped in thick strands onto her own tits, onto her belly, while her mouth hung open in a grimace of pure, mindless ecstasy.

Damon didn’t slow down. Each thrust was more furious than the last, the wet sound of their bodies colliding filling the room. ¡SLAP! ¡SLAP! ¡SLAP! — the relentless rhythm of a man who knew exactly what he wanted.

Venelana felt a hot wave rise from her belly. A warm gush escaped her cunt, soaking Damon’s cock, soaking her thighs and the sofa. But Damon didn’t stop for anything. On the contrary, the feeling of Venelana’s pussy squeezing him tighter only made him wilder. ”Fuck,” the god let out. ”You’re cumming, you whore.”

Venelana didn’t respond. Her head rolled from side to side, her fingers and toes curled tightly as the redhead’s relentless pistons drove her from the first squirt to a second, and then a third. Her cunt contracted uncontrollably, bathing him, bathing herself in her own juices.

”Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop,” the Gremory pleaded with the little voice she had left, barely forming the words. Almost losing consciousness.

”Already giving up, Vene-chan?” Damon’s voice reached her from somewhere far away. Her tongue hung limp, saliva forming a silver thread that dripped down her chin, while another spasm wracked her body.

Damon kept hammering her, refusing to let her return to sanity. ”Look,” he ordered, forcing her to lower her gaze. ”Watch me fuck you.”

Venelana obeyed, watching the bulge in her own belly every time he sank into her, along with the white foam accumulating at the base of his cock. And she came again with a long, guttural scream, arching her back.

Damon felt the squeeze of her pussy and groaned, burying his face in Venelana’s sweaty neck, biting her throat as he emptied himself inside her with three deep thrusts that shook her from head to toe. For a moment, the room fell silent, only the ragged breathing of both mingling in the dimness. ”I want more, Damon-sama,” the woman murmured, looking into his eyes with glassy pupils.

No need to say more. Damon quickly flipped the woman, handling her body like a rag, while she simply let herself be moved, her arms dangling inert, her body offered without resistance. Damon put her in a full nelson, her legs hooked and intertwined behind his neck, her pelvis elevated in his lap with her back to him. And without hesitation he sank his cock into the redhead’s cunt: ¡SCHLAP! ¡SCHLAP! He pounded deeper from that angle, her body bent backward, her head bobbing against his shoulder as he used her for his pleasure.

”What would Sirzechs say?” Damon taunted between brutal thrusts. ”Seeing his mother moan like a whore for the cock of the man who put him in bed?” What Damon said should have shamed her, but instead Venelana tightened around him, even hungrier. ”Aahhh!... Who cares!...” she moaned, her eyes lost somewhere between pleasure and madness. ”He... should know... that a cock like this... knows how to move... And that his father is useless...!”

”What would Sirzechs say?” Damon taunted between brutal thrusts. ”Seeing his mother moan like a whore for the cock of the man who put him in bed?” What Damon said should have shamed her, but instead Venelana tightened around him, even hungrier. ”Aahhh!... Who cares!...” she moaned, her eyes lost somewhere between pleasure and madness. ”He... should know... that a cock like this... knows how to move... And that his father is useless...!” The Gremory matriarch screamed as her head fell back, resting on Damon’s shoulder.

Her eyes rolled back until only white showed. Her tongue dangled from the corner of her lips, completely surrendered and given over like a whore who no longer remembered what she was called before this. Her toes curled. ”Cummingggg...” Another geyser burst from her cunt, soaking the table in front of her. ”I’m... Damon-sama’s whore... to fuck whenever he wants,” the purple-eyed woman said, her voice barely a thread.

And as she said it, she came again with another long gush while her body trembled in uncontrollable spasms. Her cunt pulsed around Damon’s cock, refusing to let him go.

Damon, upon hearing her call herself his whore, let out a roar worthy of the king of gods, driving himself to the hilt, flooding her with thick spurts of semen that filled every corner of the Gremory’s hungry cunt.

Venelana shuddered, letting out a scream of pleasure as she was filled. Then she went completely limp in his arms; only Damon’s grip kept her from falling to the floor.

Damon dropped her facedown onto the desk, the papers on it flying across the floor. Venelana didn’t protest. Her body moved, ready to be used. Damon took her by the hips, lifting her ass in the air, and without warning — ¡SCHLAP! — sank to the hilt in a single thrust.

Venelana’s scream was muffled against the desk. Her fingers gripped the edge of the escritorio, searching for something to hold onto as Damon hammered her from above, his weight falling onto her with every stroke. ¡SLAP! ¡SLAP! ¡SLAP! — the rhythm was relentless, the tip kissing her cervix with every thrust.

”A-AHHH! Damon-sama... like that... just like that!” Venelana’s breasts flattened against the wood, moving with every drive. Drool spilled from her open mouth, forming a puddle on her husband’s forgotten documents. ¡SLAP! ¡SLAP! Damon dug his fingers into her hips hard enough to leave marks.

”Look at yourself,” he growled, his voice ragged, ”drenching your husband’s papers while I fuck you like the bitch you are.”

”Ohhh yes... I’m your bitch,” she moaned, tightening around him as another orgasm tore through her, a hot gush spilling from her and running down her thighs while Damon kept thrusting, chasing his own release. Three more strokes and he buried himself to the hilt, emptying himself with a groan.

Letting out a sigh, Damon held her, turning her around, pressing her against his chest and sitting down on the sofa, while his hand slid slowly through the Gremory’s brown hair, pushing strands stuck to her sweaty forehead aside.

Venelana wrapped her arms around the god’s neck, pressing herself against him as much as she could while she trembled. ”Shh...” Damon murmured, kissing her temple as his nose buried itself in her disheveled hair, breathing in Venelana’s scent.

Venelana just gave him a dazed smile. ”Damon-sama...” she whispered, her voice full of devotion. Damon kissed her lips, tasting her, and Venelana returned it with fervor. When he pulled away, her forehead rested against his. ”Sleep,” the god said, his hand sliding down her back, feeling Venelana slowly calm. Venelana closed her eyes and fell asleep against his chest.

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