Percy Jackson: The Firstborn

Chapter 188: Chapter 188: Illegal satisfaction R18

”I need to spend some time with you,” the goddess said firmly, but the tips of her fingers were trembling.

Damon leaned back in his seat with a smile. ”I’d never say no to an offer like that.”

Hera blushed, and with barely contained calm she circled the desk, turned Damon’s chair to face her, and when he made a move to stand, she pressed a flat hand to his chest and pushed him back down.

”I lead.” That was all she said before positioning herself in front of him.

Damon let himself be carried along, surprised by the goddess’s initiative, with no intention of stopping her. Hera settled onto his lap, the toga sliding over her thighs, and a second later her lips found his.

Hera didn’t give Damon a second to get used to it. She just kissed him with hunger, expecting the redhead to yield. But Damon had no intention of doing that, returning the kiss with the same intensity, nipping her lower lip softly until a moan slipped out of her, and when she opened her mouth to protest, he was already inside, his tongue finding hers, slow and deep.

Mmm... mmm... The wet sounds of the kiss filled the study while Hera pressed herself closer, her hands climbing Damon’s neck and tangling in his red hair.

”You don’t know how long I’ve wanted this,” the goddess half-spoke between kisses, her voice turning into a sigh.

Damon didn’t even try to answer; it wasn’t like Hera gave him the chance. The kisses deepened while his hands moved over the purple fabric, settling on her thighs, stroking them, feeling that sinful skin, soft and full. He slid his palms down to her ass and gripped it with both hands, testing the weight and the shape through the cloth.

”Ahhh...” Hera let out a sigh against his mouth while the blush on her cheeks deepened.

Damon had to admit Hera probably had one of the best asses he’d ever seen, if not the best. Heart-shaped, big and firm; the toga did an excellent job hiding that treasure from view. A waste, he thought, squeezing once more to check. Hera answered with a low moan, her hips grinding against him on pure instinct before she could stop herself.

”I-I told you I lead,” she murmured against his mouth, but the sentence died in a gasp when he squeezed her ass again.

”I don’t see you trying,” Damon answered, and bit her lip again.

Hera looked at him, a flash of defiance in her eyes, and kissed him again, hungrily, wanting to prove she still had control. But every movement of her hips over Damon’s lap gave her away. The feeling of him beneath her, hard against her thigh, was driving her crazy.

Without another word, after one last passionate kiss, Hera climbed off Damon’s lap and dropped to her knees in front of him. She dragged her purple-polished nails down the god’s torso, raking them across the fabric of his shirt, marking the path downward while she watched him with hunger.

Impatient, Hera yanked Damon’s pants down along with his underwear in one pull, baring his cock in all its glory. The goddess stared at it, eyes wide, surprised by the size. She swallowed, imagining it inside her.

Is that going to fit? she thought, and the thought burned her cheeks all the way to her ears.

Damon rested his hand on her black hair, stroking it gently, letting her know with his eyes that she didn’t have to do this if she didn’t want to. But Hera, proud as she was, had no intention of backing down.

This was her first blowjob. As a queen, she had never stooped to something like this. Even Zeus had never dared, and if he had, she would have refused with all the dignity of her title. But with Damon it was different. With him she had the courage to try, even if she did it badly. Just to show him how much she loved him.

With tenderness and nerves, the goddess began kissing the shaft of his cock, her soft lips trailing over the hot skin from one side to the other, feeling every pulse beneath her mouth. Then she took him into her mouth, only to gag halfway, without even reaching the middle. She coughed softly but kept going, sucking with her tongue, clumsy but determined. A string of saliva ran from the corner of her mouth, and she felt tears sting at the edges of her eyes.

”That’s it. No rush,” Damon said, his voice rough, his hand still gentle in her hair. ”Open wider. You don’t have to take it all.”

Hera looked up at him, saw him watching her from above, without that impatience she knew so well in men. She tried again, calmer, taking him deeper little by little, her hand wrapped around the base to make up for what her mouth couldn’t reach. The wet sound of her tongue against his skin filled the study, and when she gagged a second time, she pulled back just enough, took a deep breath, and sank down again, more determined.

Damon let out a small laugh at the goddess’s effort. It was clear she wanted to please him no matter what, and that meant more than the attempt itself.

”Use your tits,” he suggested. There was no reason to push her when she clearly wasn’t used to this. In time he’d train her properly; for now, a little help wouldn’t hurt.

Hera, a little frustrated for not having made him cum, obeyed. She pushed the toga off her shoulders and let it fall to her waist, baring her breasts, big and firm, nipples already hard. Without delay, she pressed her tits together around Damon’s shaft, squeezing them with her hands, and started moving up and down, the heat of her skin sliding against his entire length.

”Ahh... that’s good,” Damon grunted, his hand buried in her hair.

Every time the tip peeked out between her tits, Hera lowered her head and took it into her mouth, licking the head with her tongue, slowly finding a rhythm of her own. The contrast between the softness of her tits and the wet heat of her mouth felt incredible. And Hera noticed: she felt him harden between her breasts, felt him tremble when she licked the tip just right, and the goddess had to admit she liked feeling that way; it made her feel powerful over Damon.

”I’m going to cum,” Damon grunted, and instead of pulling away, Hera squeezed her tits tighter and lowered her head to take the tip in her mouth.

Damon tightened his hand in her hair, fingers tangling in the black strands, and with a hoarse grunt he came, filling her mouth. Hera, surprised but determined not to fail, swallowed it all, not letting go of the tip until the last spasm ended. When she pulled away, a strand of saliva and white traces hung from her lips.

Damon wiped his thumb across the corner of her mouth, cleaning her, then held a finger in front of her lips. Hera opened obediently, showing the white traces on her tongue before closing her lips around his finger and sucking it slowly.

”Good girl.” Hera’s heart flipped. Why did one simple word make her feel like this? She held her composure anyway and stood up.

She moved backward until she reached the edge of the desk and climbed onto it in one fluid motion, right over the unimportant papers. She kicked off her golden heels, which hit the floor with two sharp clicks, then shed the toga completely, letting it fall to the side. On her skin only the ornaments in her hair remained... and the crown.

She set her feet on the edge of the desk, opened her legs all the way, and showed herself without an ounce of shame. ”Come get me, baby,” the goddess ordered in her demanding tone.

Damon didn’t need a second invitation. He stepped closer and looked her over, from the crown down to the tips of her feet braced on the edge, lingering on every curve the night had kept hidden from him until now. He took one of her big breasts in his hand and stroked it with his thumb, drawing sighs from the goddess as he leaned over her, his mouth against her ear.

”I hope you’re ready, because tonight I’m going to fuck you until you forget your name.” Hera trembled in place, her breathing quickening.

Damon smiled, already certain of how the night would end. ”That’s what you want, isn’t it? For me to fuck you hard.” His hand slid down to her crotch, covered by the purple thong, and pressed, pushing the fabric a little way into her entrance.

A jolt ran through Hera’s body. Her gaze fixed on Damon’s hand, her breath turning to panting. She had never felt like this. It felt like a sea of water down there, the goddess thought, ashamed.

Damon pulled his finger back and watched a thread of her juices connect his finger to the thong from that single touch. ”Whoa, woman,” he said, genuinely surprised.

Hera looked away, cheeks burning, pride fighting need. ”Just do it and stop talking so much.”

”Now, darling, let’s not be impatient,” the redhead whispered against her ear, hooking the thong’s fabric with one finger and pulling it aside slowly.

The fabric gave just enough, baring the goddess’s center: slick, swollen, ready. Damon looked at it for a second, his pulse hammering in his throat. He decided no more foreplay was needed; the proof was right there, in the juices running down her thighs, in the trembling the goddess couldn’t control. He lined the head of his cock up with her entrance and slid it along her slit, soaking it, teasing her with just the tip.

”What are you waiting for...?” Hera began, the complaint half-formed..... And then Damon thrust inside in one go.

”Ahhhihh!” A scream tore from Hera’s throat, her arms braced on the desk almost giving way. But she held on. Hera wanted to stay strong, to prove she could take everything he gave her.

Damon barely felt the resistance; he’d forgotten Hera could become a virgin again through her bath. For a moment he thought about going slow, but dropped the idea. Hera was a goddess, not some human he had to take care of. Her body could take it.

”You wanted me to fuck you, didn’t you? Well, here it is.”

Damon drove into her hard, and Hera felt her vision go white. The desk’s wood scraped the floor with a dry groan, papers slid and rained down in a white cascade while he pounded her without mercy, each stroke driving her into the surface and ripping the air from her lungs.

Her tits bounced with every impact, hard nipples grazing the cold air of the study, and she dug her nails into the edge of the desk, knuckles white, mouth open on a gasp that never quite came out. The fast, wet slap of their bodies bounced off the walls, and at five strokes — only five — Hera felt the orgasm climb her spine like something alive, her juices escaping in a hot gush that ran down Damon’s cock and soaked the hands gripping her hips.

”Ohh...! My love...! I’m cumming...!” Her voice broke into a sob. She convulsed against the desk, clenching around him in waves.

”That’s it. Cum for me,” Damon answered, keeping his rhythm through her orgasm, feeling Hera’s body milk him in waves, her lost gaze fixed on him only driving him further.

The slap of wet thrusts echoed through the room as the goddess’s hands and feet finally gave out under the pounding. She fell onto her back across the desk, black hair spreading over the wood.

Damon had no intention of giving her even a second to think she had a moment to breathe. He grabbed her calves and folded her legs over her chest, holding them open, and resumed his thrusts, burying himself to the hilt with every push. Hera’s body took him with a wet sound that filled the study, opening for him with every stroke.

”Ohh... f-fuck...” The goddess started cursing even though she hated saying or hearing those words — unladylike. She clung to the edge of the desk, blinking rapidly, feeling another orgasm building. ”This is amazing... don’t stop...” she breathed, breathless, her fingers searching for his hand on her calf and squeezing it.

”Aaah...! Again...! Ohhh, yesss...!” Within seconds her juices gushed out, splattering Damon’s stomach, while he kept pounding her through the spasm, never letting go of her legs.

”Mhm... mhm...” Only babbling came out of Hera, spasms running through her body, her glassy eyes lost on the ceiling. Damon leaned over her and stole a kiss, slow, tasting her. ”Ready for more, my queen.” The goddess didn’t even have the strength to answer, but the way her fingers curled into Damon’s hair was the only answer the god needed.

Damon kissed her once more before taking her by the hips and setting her on her feet. Hera’s bare feet touched the cold floor, wet with her own juices, and her legs trembled so much she had to cling to him to keep from falling. Damon turned her, guided her gently toward the desk, and bent her over it.

The goddess’s breasts flattened against the cold wood. Damon’s hands ran down her back, settling on her waist, and she felt the heat of his body pressed against hers, his hard cock sliding between her ass cheeks before he lined up and thrust in with a single stroke, to the hilt.

”Aaahh...!” Hera dug her fingers into the edge of the desk, forehead against the wood. Every stroke shoved her into the desk with a groan of wood. Her hips started moving on their own, pushing back to meet him, and he noticed, letting out a hoarse laugh against her ear. ”That’s what I like. That ass coming to meet me.”

Smack. Smack. Bodies colliding, the wet sound bouncing off the study walls. Hera’s ass wobbled with every thrust, the skin reddening, and when Damon landed a hard spank, the sharp crack rang through the room, and a choked cry escaped her, her body arching.

”Aaah...! Right there...!” The hot sting of the slap spread across her skin, lighting something in her belly, and her hips pushed back harder, chasing more. Damon spanked her again, the other cheek, and Hera’s body shuddered, a long, broken moan slipping between her teeth.

”You like that, huh? I can tell by how you squeeze.”

”Sh-shut up...!” But her voice came out weak, without conviction, and she hated herself for not sounding like the queen she was. It didn’t matter for long: the next thrust erased the thought while her lips curved into a blissful smile.

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Rhea had heard Hera had arrived at the palace, and the Titan saw it as the perfect chance to spend time with her and Damon like old times. It seemed like a wonderful idea. It had been so long since she’d seen them together... she wanted to sit with them, listen to them laugh, and if she was honest, she wanted to see Damon as well.

So she smoothed her tunic and went up the stairs, stopping in front of the study door with a smile ready on her lips. The smile froze when she heard the sounds.

Muffled at first. A rhythmic thumping against wood, and a stream of moans from a voice Rhea knew perfectly well. She’d heard it a thousand times when Hera was little, when she cried or laughed or screamed. But never with that tone.

She approached in silence, fingers brushing the door, and pushed it open just a crack. Nothing more.

Only to see Hera, who was bent over the desk, ass raised and red, completely marked by Damon’s hands, while he pounded her from behind with a force that shook the table. Hera’s breasts crushed against the wood, the crown crooked on her tangled hair, with her mouth open, moaning with every thrust.

”Ohhh...! Fuck...!” The scream cut through the crack, making Rhea flinch. She couldn’t look away. Hera, the proudest woman she had ever given birth to, was screaming like some common slut while Damon fucked her.

Neither of them noticed her. Hera was too far gone, eyes completely out of it, tongue peeking between her lips, body moving on its own to the rhythm of the thrusts. Damon was too focused on the ass between his hands, on the wet sound of their bodies colliding, on the way the goddess opened for him with every stroke.

From the crack in the door, Rhea couldn’t help it. Her hand drifted down her stomach on its own, fingers sliding under her tunic to find her own heat, already wet. She started touching herself while watching the scene, holding her breath, biting her lip to stay quiet, and in the back of her mind, she saw herself in Hera’s place. Bent over that desk and screaming like a whore while Damon said filthy things to her.

Hera came again. ”Cumming!!! Yesss,” The scream tore through the half-open door, her body convulsing on the desk, her feet unable to hold her. The only thing keeping her in place was Damon’s cock, and even that slid out of her pussy with every spasm. Rhea squeezed her thighs together, but she didn’t look away.

Damon didn’t wait for Hera to recover. He grabbed her by the arms. ”Where do you think you’re going?” he growled against her ear, and set her back on the desk, lifting her fully onto it, face down, legs folded and spread, feet hanging over the edge.

”Aaah...! I need a break, please, baby...!” Hera begged, her face pressed against the desk. Damon wasn’t having any of it. He thrust back in hard, and the desk scraped a few inches across the floor. ”It ends when I say so.”

A hand tangled in her black hair and yanked her head back, pulling her face off the desk, the crown crooked to one side. Without meaning to, he gave Rhea a perfect view of Hera’s fucked-out face. Rhea bit her lip harder, fingers moving faster under her tunic, completely soaked.

”Whose pussy is this, Hera?”

PLAF PLAF..... The goddess’s eyes rolled back as a stupid, blissful smile spread across her face, her head thrown back by the pull. ”It’s yours, daddy...! It’s all yours...!”

Her fat ass slammed back to meet every thrust, her cheeks red from the spanks, coming apart against him without a shred of the dignity everyone knew Hera for.

Rhea squeezed her thighs, fingers moving faster between her legs, juices running down her thighs. She couldn’t stop watching Hera moaning like a whore, while she stood behind the door, wishing it were her. She bit her fist to keep from moaning, the fear of someone coming down the hall and finding her there, eating her alive.

Damon’s thrusts grew faster. He grunted, hand tight in Hera’s hair: ”I’m going to cum. Cum with me.”

”Ohh... yeah...! Give it to me, give it to meeee...!” the goddess screamed, out of her mind. Her body arched, toes curling; a titanic orgasm flooded her just as Damon came at the same time, filling her. Hera let out a crazed laugh mixed with her moans, drool running from the corner of her mouth onto the desk.

Rhea, seeing the two of them begin to calm down, pulled her wet fingers from between her legs, wiped them hastily on the hem of her tunic, and ran down the hallway, heart hammering against her chest, cheeks burning, the scene seared into her mind.