Percy Jackson: The Firstborn

Chapter 196: Chapter 196: Medusa/ Grayfia R18

The warm water barely moved around her wrist. Grayfia kept her hand where it was, closed around Damon’s cock. The pulse beat against her wrist, and every beat climbed her arm and lodged itself behind her sternum.

Grayfia took a small breath through her nose. I’m a maid. This is my duty. She repeated it to herself with the same coldness she used to recite the House Gremory chore list. It had worked for everything else she’d done in her long life as a devil.

Easier said than done. Grayfia had spent centuries wanting something she couldn’t name, living her whole life shut inside a house as a servant, in a marriage that was more a loveless contract than anything else, passing nights completely alone.

With those thoughts turning over in her head, Grayfia’s hand began to move, a slow upward stroke that followed the shape, then down. Damon let out a low breath, barely a vibration in his chest, but Grayfia heard it, felt it perfectly.

She moved her hand up and this time squeezed a little harder; her thumb passed over the tip, feeling how it twitched between her fingers. A shiver ran up her thigh and closed her throat. ”That’s good,” Damon said.

Grayfia closed her eyes, her cheeks flushing. Her nipples had gone hard against the linen, thin, and with every movement of her arm the edge brushed them.

”Grayfia.” The red-haired man half-murmured it, savoring the sensation.

Grayfia couldn’t help the satisfaction and joy that came with hearing her name, said like that. She opened her eyes and found Damon watching her, head resting on the stone edge of the pool, his red hair stuck to the nape of his neck from the steam.

Her center, where the heat had gathered like a buried ember: her pussy soaked under the water while her clit throbbed on its own. Grayfia pressed her thighs together hard, as if she could dull the annoying itch. It did nothing. She hated herself a little for that.

”Good,” Damon murmured, and the word reached her in a tone she hadn’t heard before. ”Look at me.”

Grayfia did as she was told. Her silver eyes found his; the hunger in Damon’s gaze made her feel deeply desired, like never before. ”Tell me what you want most and I’ll give it to you,” he said.

”More,” she said, and her voice came out hoarse. ”I want more.”

”Come here.” Damon pulled her by the arm and Grayfia fell into his lap, and he kissed her before she could settle, taking her by surprise with the way he kissed her, like her lips were the only edible thing in the world. Damon bit her lower lip and she let out a gasp that vibrated against his mouth, a sound that embarrassed her deeply.

When Damon pulled back, Grayfia’s chest was rising and falling while her breath mixed with his. Damon took the neckline of the tunic in both hands.

The linen tore from top to bottom with a dry sound that echoed through the whole room. The tunic opened like a curtain and fell to the sides, and in one stroke Grayfia was naked from the waist up. Her nipples hardened until they ached.

Damon looked at her chest with appreciative attention, took one nipple between his lips and sucked..... Grayfia let out a muffled cry, her hands going to Damon’s red hair on their own, tangling there, pulling him closer. He sucked with attention, licked, barely bit with his teeth, and the whole time his other hand worked her other breast, squeezing, rolling the nipple between thumb and forefinger. All of it gathered into a single knot and dropped straight down to her pussy, giving her small spasms.

”Ohhh my, Lord Damon,” she sighed.

Meanwhile Medusa was still kneeling, her hands trembling. The purple-haired woman had a dry mouth watching the scene in front of her, especially Grayfia’s face, which screamed pleasure. And at some point, unconsciously, one of her hands had long since slipped under her dress, lightly masturbating.

”Hey, Medusa.” Damon’s voice pulled her from her thoughts. She jerked her head up, noticing how he called her with his back to her, one hand still on Grayfia’s breast. Her heart began pounding a mile a minute. ”I...” she started, not knowing how to answer his call.

”You can say no,” Damon said. ”No one is going to force you into anything in this temple. Not even me. Understood?”

Medusa only watched his back while Damon started sucking Grayfia’s breasts again, which by this point were already covered in bites from him. ”Yiahhh, slower, Lord Damon,” Grayfia begged, startling the purple-haired woman, a knot of fear and shame forming in her, because she knew Damon was right, she could simply leave and say no if she wanted, but at the same time...

Making her decision, Medusa stood up, untying the knot at the shoulder of her tunic with clumsy fingers, and let it fall; the white linen slid down her body until it pooled around her feet. The air touched her bare skin and goosebumps rose. Slowly she stepped into the water from one side, her gaze completely lowered. She didn’t dare look Grayfia or Damon in the eye.

Damon couldn’t help smiling. ”I suppose you need some happiness in your life too,” he said as he let go of Grayfia’s breast, his hand reaching to take Medusa’s chin, gently, as if she were something fragile, and with his thumb he traced her cheekbone, the corner of her lips.

”You’re not cursed anymore,” Damon said, low. ”You belong to me, so there’s no need to be ashamed.”

Medusa felt a weight lift from her shoulders; her eyes welled up, a tear running down her cheek, and Damon wiped it with his thumb before drawing her to him and kissing her slowly, so she could enjoy the moment, wanting Medusa to know there was no reason to fear him. Medusa, who had never kissed anyone, responded as best she could, lips trembling, and when his tongue brushed hers a small sound escaped against his mouth while she relaxed in his grip. ”You feel good?,” Damon murmured against her lips.

”Yes, my lord,” she said, and was surprised at how steady her voice came out, because inside she was shaking all over.

His hand kept moving down under the water, over her belly, below her navel, and Medusa knew exactly where it was going. Her throat closed and she didn’t pull away. When his fingers brushed her pussy, soaked and hot, a short cry escaped her, and she clung to Damon’s arm.

While the red-haired man took his time, he ran his fingers up and down her lips, coating them, then went back up and then slid two fingers in slowly, in and out, and in the silence of the pool only that sound could be heard: schic, schic, schic, of a hand under the water going in and out.

”Ohh my...” escaped from Medusa without meaning to, while her eyes rolled back, nails dug into the red-haired man’s forearm, and her legs opened under the water, opening to let him through.

Ahh... something’s coming! —she moaned in an ecstatic voice, rising onto her tiptoes. Her weight fell back on Damon’s arm and she shook wildly as her body convulsed. Her juices bursting out around Damon’s fingers. Her face pressed to his throat, letting out gasps.

Damon growled, satisfied, his face buried in Grayfia’s breasts, and he sped up the rhythm, fucking her with his fingers without mercy, curling them and hitting that spot again and again. While he used her like nothing with one arm, Medusa pressed her face to his throat, ”Ohhhh,” while her eyes rolled back, feeling like a feather.

Medusa didn’t even try to hold back. Her moans turned more desperate: ”Ahh... Lord Damon! Please!” she sobbed, grinding her hips on his fingers on tiptoe, desperately.

Her pussy clenched hard around his fingers, contracting as a brutal orgasm tore through her. Medusa’s eyes unfocused. ”Ahhh, fuck,” she half-sobbed while Damon moved his fingers deep, the wet, obscene sound of schic, schic reverberating. Until Medusa was left hanging off him, limp, and all the while he never once let go of Grayfia’s nipple: Grayfia, who was beside him with her back tense and her breasts full of saliva and bites.

Medusa lifted her face, legs trembling, purple hair stuck to her forehead, with a look of total euphoria. She was set down at the edge of the spring, restlessly opening her legs.

Damon took Grayfia by the nape and guided her to her knees between Medusa’s legs, hands braced at the sides of her hips. ”You’re going to use that mouth for something other than repeating how efficient you are.”

Grayfia felt her face catch fire. ”Lord Damon...”

”It’s an order,” he made clear as he settled behind her, one knee parting her thighs and his chest pressed to her back. His hands firm on her hips, erasing any thought of protest from the Lucifuge’s mind.

Grayfia obediently brought her tongue, clumsily, to the slit. Medusa moaned low, gripped her hair, and pushed her hips against her mouth, asking for more without really saying it. Seeing this, Grayfia moved her tongue up to the clit, sucked, and Medusa’s cry bounced off the temple walls.

”Ah!... Ah!...” Medusa gasped, legs open and bent, nails dug into the silver hair. ”Like that... don’t stop, Grayfia, please, don’t stop.”

Grayfia had no technique. She had never done anything like this, but Medusa’s voice guided her. Behind her, Damon pulled her toward him with a hand on her hip, closed her against his belly and ran the tip along her open sex, teasing the entrance.

Just as Grayfia was about to complain, Damon penetrated her in one stroke, to the hilt, knowing firsthand that the devil could take all of it thanks to her nature.

The air left Grayfia in a dry blow. His cock opened her whole, to the bottom, and the scream that rose in her throat fell against Medusa’s thigh, turned into a muffled moan. She only felt how her body opened around him, every inch adjusting to his shape, and the fear that it was too much suddenly became fear that Damon would pull out.

Damon gave her a hard spank, palm printed on her right cheek. ”Move, show me how much you want it,” ordered the god, hands squeezing her hips while Grayfia let out muffled whimpers.

She started pushing herself back against the cock, seeking it on every thrust so it went a little deeper and hit that sweet spot, and when her legs began to tremble she lifted a little higher, opened more, gave him the whole gap. On the wet stone, the sound turned wet and constant: plap, plap, plap, each blow bouncing off the Lucifuge’s big ass.

Damon increased the pace of his thrusts, pushing her forward, driving Grayfia against Medusa’s cunt, and Grayfia, trapped between the two, just let herself be carried.

Medusa, already overstimulated. She gave one last roll of her hips against Grayfia’s mouth, gripped her own legs with both hands so they wouldn’t close, and came with a long cry that broke in the middle —”ahhhh, cumminggg”—, her toes curling in the air and her pussy letting out a hot stream all over Grayfia’s face. She kept trembling a couple more seconds, knees opening and closing on their own, and she didn’t pull her hips away until the last spasm died out. When she finally lowered her legs, her belly was rising and falling and a loose laugh was escaping between her teeth.

The sight had Damon excited to the marrow. He slid his arms under Grayfia’s thighs, lifting her as if she weighed nothing, and held her in the air, face down, legs stretched forward and the nape held under one of his hands. And with unbridled fury he started hammering her upward. The first thrust went in to the bottom and pulled an ”hgnhhh... ohhh, I love this” out of her.

By the eighth thrust, Grayfia was already coming like a fountain, tongue out and body shaking between his arms, ”ehehehe, cumminggg”, and all that could be heard was Grayfia’s constant squirting along with the sound of wet skin slapping. Her tits hanging and swaying with the rhythm, and his hands leaving red marks on her skin.

”Who’s your owner, huh?” Damon’s voice reached her pressed to her ear, hoarse, and he followed the question with a dry thrust. Grayfia swallowed and answered as best she could, her voice split by the rhythm: ”You, you are, master. I’m your personal maid, for you to fuck whenever you want. Fuck Sirzechs. Fuck them all.”

”Please, just fuck me as much as you want,” she babbled, silver hair stuck to her face and her vision completely covered. ”I need it so much...”

Through the strands only her smile showed: a lustful smile, tongue moving everywhere and a string of drool. Nothing was left of the perfect servant; only the woman being given the fucking of her life.

”That’s what I like to hear,” Damon said, and pressed her nape a little harder and lifted her into the air, her back against his chest, legs completely limp from the constant orgasms draining her energy. Damon let her fall back onto his cock, the dry, wet sound bursting again, until Grayfia’s silver eyes rolled back, eyelids completely dropped as if she were drugged.

”Look at me,” Damon growled against her ear, without letting go of her thighs or easing the rhythm.

Grayfia tried to obey, but her eyes folded on their own, her head hung, and the only thing coming out of her mouth was an ”ahhh, ahhh, ahhhh” struck by each thrust, while her body answered on its own, tightening around his cock, seeking more.

A figure materialized behind Medusa: a clone of Damon. And without ceremony he caught Medusa’s wrists and closed them against her back, a full nelson that pushed her breasts forward and left her hips open, and he penetrated her in the same instant, a little more carefully, which pulled a sob from her.

”Ahh...!” Medusa arched against the shadow’s chest, eyes wide open, no air. ”Damon...!”

”Look at the other one,” the clone’s voice reached her, identical and hoarse, against her ear. ”Look at how she enjoys being treated like the whore she is.”

Medusa looked at Grayfia hammered by the real Damon, moaning like a madwoman, and seeing her like that lit her up in a way she couldn’t name. Meanwhile the clone thrust into her from behind to the same beat, and Medusa let herself go, hips moving on their own.

”Yes...! Ahh...!” she screamed, without shame now, with nothing left of the shy woman from a few hours ago.

Damon came in both cunts and Grayfia, feeling the liquid entering, opened her legs as wide as she could, all she wanted was to be impregnated with a strong son or daughter, toes curled, eyes rolled, and she came in a long spasm that shot her juices out in a squirt that landed on Medusa’s chest and face.

The clone dissolved into steam. Damon pulled out of Grayfia slowly, and the two fell on the floor soaked and completely open, without the strength to close their legs. The fucked-out stare of someone just fucked into mindlessness. From both their pussies the liquid kept trickling, mixed, into a puddle on the floor.

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What a headache it was working on this Chapter..... might not do trios again in a minute ngl 😂