"Befriending" a loner

As Trevor walked up to the pavilion, most of the campers murmured and shot some glances towards him.

Of course, they weren't concerned about the fact that he was completely naked or that he was hauling a naked woman behind her with a leash.

Those were completely normal.

What interested the campers was the presence of the lady.

Some of the campers, more from Cabin 6 than anywhere else, wondered why they already knew it was normal for the lady to parade naked on all fours when they didn’t even know who she was.

Chiron stepped forth from the crowd with a warm smile.

"Ah, Ms. Ariadne.

Since it is your first day as the new director, I think it'll be nice if you introduce yourself to the campers."

The murmurs of the campers deepened.

Most of the campers seemed excited that Mr.D was finally replaced.

The new director seemed much nicer in comparison, and she was also much more desirable to the eyes!

"Uh, well..."

Ariadne nervously looked up at Trevor.

Trevor nodded, giving his permission.

"Alright then..."

Ariadne cralwed forward, looked up at the twelve rows of dining tables, and put on a bright smile.

"Hello, everyoneeee—!!!"

Ariadne's words were immediately cut short as Trevor rammed his cock into her pussy without any heads-up.

"M, muh, Mashterrrr! I, c-can't—oooh!—an't i-introduce me like thiiiis~!"

Ariadne lulled her tongue out and howled loudly as she climaxed, spraying the grass beneath her thighs with her juice.

"Useless slut," Trevor spat and spanked her asscheek, "Then I'll do your job for you."

Trevor didn't slow down fucking Ariadne as he turned his eyes to the crowd.

If anything, their slightly confused, yet expectant gazes urdged him to go harder and faster.

'These idiots actually have no idea what's happening in front of them!'

Trevor smriked to himself.

If they were this oblivious to his actions, he could have all the fun he wanted right here and now.

Trevor pulled Ariadne's hair back and **** her to look up, so she could show her cumming face to everyone.

"This cunt is Ariadne!

She is the wife of Dionysus and the new camp director, but more importantly she is my sex ****.

The rare moments you'll see her is when I'm taking her out on a walk naked, fucking her in public, or punishing her.

Since the camp's director is my personal cocksleeve, I will act as the camp director's representative.

As such, I now declare it normal for everyone to follow my orders without question.

Understand?"

Nobody rasied any questions as plapping sounds of flesh colliding into flesh echoed steadily across the dining pavilion, mixed with grunts and sultry moans.

Everyone simultaneously nodded, accepting Trevor's words as such.

Eventually, Ariadne reached her limit. She let out a final squeal, climaxing so hard that her back arched on its own.

Trevor grunted as the velvet wall clenched around his cock.

However, before he could cum inside her pussy, Ariadne's body slumped to the ground.

"Tch!"

Trevor clucked his tonuge when he realized Ariadne was fucked ****.

"Useless slut. Can't even make me cum once."

He stomped on Ariadne's trembling ass and spat on her cheek. Ariadne shuddered and moaned in a hoarse voice.

"If there are no questions, let's give our new director a round of applause as a welcome!" Chiron said proudly.

The campers all clapped politely while the receiver was twitching on the ground with her bare ass standing in the air.

"To the gods!" Chiron shouted, declaring the beginning of the meal.

In no times flat, the pavilion was filled with various small-talks and clankings of tablewares as dozens of campers enjoyed their food.

Trevor was also quite hungry, but he didn't feel like sitting with the rest of the campers and taking a bite.

He was far above those thresholds now.

Besides, there were too many attractive girls in one place for him to not take advantage of.

"Hmm..."

Trevor scanned over the twelve marble tables, wondering where he would go first.

The best of the bunch was Aphrodite's Cabin, for sure, but Trevor had another idea with those air heads. Now was not the time to play with them.

Aside from Cabin 10, there were still some good options.

His former cabin, Cabin 12, had a handful of attractive girls—thankfully, only a few of them were his relatives. The others were all unclaimed or a daughter of a minor god.

Cabin 5 and 6, Ares and Athena, weren't too shabby either.

Those girls leaned more to the muscular and fit side compared to the others, but as long as it didn't go overboard, Trevor could appreciate a hard body.

But in the end, the tabke Trevor picked was...

"Can I help you?"

Thalia Grace looked up from her plate.

She was the only one occupied at the very right side of the dining pavilion—a seat preserved for children of Zeus.

Thalia was well-known for her punk attire, but today she looked not so different from the rest of the campers.

No doubt, Chiron convinced her to wear a more 'regular' set of clothings, since nobody wanted to mingle with a girl who kept shocking them while wearing a shirt that read "**** to all Barbies"

As Trevor approached her, Thalia lowered her hand from the mayonnaise bottle getting served amongst various other sauses by a dryad.

Trevor snatched the platter away and pointed at the nature spirit.

"You! Bend over the table and show me your asshole."

The dryad immediately bent over the wooden table.

Then, she lifted the skirt of her dress, revealing her green-skinned butt.

Ten gracile fingers dug into the asscheeks and spread them apart, exposing the thin slit and a small hole above it.

Trevor pushed the end of the mayonnaise bottle into her rosebud and squezed it.

"Oooh..."

The dryad moaned, shivering from the unfamiliar sensation of cold, oozing substance entering her back door.

Trevor put the bottle on the dryad's hand and said, "Keep pumping yourself with until every bottle is empty."

The dryad nodded and began squeezing the bottle, shivering and moaning each time she did so.

Thalia sighed, "Does that mean I have to wait for my sause until Juniper is done?"

Trevor grinned.

"Not really. I have a perfect idea for a replacement."

He slapped his unsatisfied cock onto Thalia's cheek, slathering her face with Ariadne's love juice.

"You'll use my cum as a condiment."

Thalia sighed as the steamy sausage rubbed against her face.

Her right hand reached out, took the root of the cock and began gently stroking it.

Trevor growled from the back of his throat as the gruff, punkish daughter of Zeus traced her hand back and forth his length.

Thalia wrinkled her eyebrows in discomfort when Trevor took out his smartphone and started to take a video.

However, she didn't make any remarks.

As much as she disliked it, it was normal for him to flim her stroking his cock.

The simple back and forth strokings continued for a few minutes until Trevor said, "You're not good at this, are you? At this pace, you'll get your sause by dinner."

Thalia scowled at the accusation.

She didn't like being challenged by her skill, no matter what field it may be.

If this loser kid thought she was bad at handling a cock, she would gladly prove him wrong.

"Watch me."

The simple-minded daughter of Zeus growled and placed her other hand over the rounded glans.

She rubbed the cocktip while adding twists into her lengthy strokes, and when Trevor least expected it, her hand over the tip suddenly emitted lightning.

"Gah!"

Trevor yelped as a shock—literally—coarsed through his body.

Just the exact amount of electricity shocked over his cock to provide maximum pleasure with no pain whatsoever.

"Yeah, not so tough now, are you?" Thalia gloated, briskly moving her hands over Trevor's trembling cock.

She was positive that no man could withstand her electric handjobs.

Her one other specimen was Luke, but everytime she tried it on him, Luke came instantly.

Frankly, Thalia was surprised Trevor didn't blow his load right away either, albeit his knees went weak and his teeth were clenched tightly.

'Maybe its because he has such a bigger dick...'

The more she rubbed her hands against it, Thalia couldn't help but admire the massive cock.

Her hand could barely grasp fully around it. The head alone was almost as big as her palm, and the length seemed to match her forearm.

Compared to this, her former lover's dick felt like a small broken twig lying on a ground.

"Gods be damned. I never thought a child of Zeus would have a knack in handjobs."

Trevor seethed through his teeth as Thalia sent another small shock up his spine.

He was rapidly approaching his limit, but he didn't want to give into the pleasure so easily after Thalia revealed her skills.

He was the one with the power.

He was the one supposed to be in charge!

Without much thinking, Trevor reached out and grabbed Thalia by the head.

"Hey, wha—emph!?"

Thalia's protest was silenced under the full mast of Trevor's erection driving doen her throat.

At the same time, the muffled yell and the throat muscles contracting around the already sensitive cock broke Trevor's endurance.

Trevor shot his thick spunk down Thalia's throat with a loud roar.

Thalia choked and gagged as the jelly-like semen clung onto her throat, clogging up her breathing pipe.

Trevor didn't give her two cents of a care and shoved his cock down her throat a few more times, spraying the cum deeper with each thrust, before pulling out.

"_Cough...cough..._You, bastard..."

Thalia wheezed, dribbling long, white-colored saliva onto her jean shorts.

"...at least, spray it on my sandwich..."

Trevor smirked, satisfied that he atleast managed to take the wind out of her with his ejaculation.

"Fair enough."

Although he reached the climax more quickly than before, his balls still had plenty of bullets left.

After a few quick jerks, Trevor coated the innards of the sandwich with his seed.

"Bon Appétit!"

Trevor smirked.

Thalia wiped the last remnant of her cum-spit and took the sandwich in her hands.

She wrinkled her nose in disgust as thick cum dribbled from the edges, oozing over her already tainted pants.

"Ew," She muttered.

Tentatively, Thalia took a bite out of the cum-sandwich and slowly chewed on it.

The taste of Trevor's man seed seemed to overpower every other ingredients she had put inside, so it felt as if she was chewing on his cum alone.

At first, the very thought made Thalia gag.

"It's getting better, right?" Trevor smirked.

But the more and more she chewed on her food, she couldn't help but realize that the taste wasn't as bad as she thought.

Thalia took another bite out of the sandwich. To her surpruse, she had to pull back from a delightful squeal escaping through her nose.

The sandwich tasted absolutely amazing!

Before she knew what she was doing, Thalia eagerly took a thrid bite, then shoved the rest into her mouth as if she had starved for days.

"Well?" Trevor asked.

"...it's better than I thought, I suppose..."

Thalia blushed and looked down at her lap, embrassed that she was enjoying the taste of cum far better than she wanted to admit.

Trevor barely held back laughing loudly.

He only had to say a single word to completely divert one's sense of taste. These Normality Earrings were simply amazing.

"Since you enjoyed your meal, I'd like a return courtesy."

Thalia grunted, "I never said I enjoyed it...but fine. What do you want? I still have more meal left."

She pointed at the rest of her plate of bacon and fried eggs.

Trevor's grin widened.

"Oh, nothing much. Get up and take of your pants and underwear."

Thalia's expression immediately reverted back into a vicious scowl.

"Don't you dare—"

Slap!

"Don't you dare tell me what I want in return or not," Trevor snarled, "Take off your clothes or else."

Thalia placed a hand over her burning cheek with wide eyes.

Did he just slap her?

Before she could fully process what happened, a yelp escaped her lips as a strong hand yanked on hee short hair.

Thalia found herself nose-to-nose against Trevor, staring into his deadly threatening face that brought terror into her heart.

"I'm not kind enough to give you three chances, Grace," Trevor said in a lowe voice, "Do as I tell you, or I'll make things far, far, more difficult for you..."

Thalia gulped.

She knew Trevor had enough power to backup his claim. He had all the authorities of the Camp Director afterall.

"I, I understand..."

Trevor let go of Thalia's head.

With trembling fingers, Thalia pushed her jean shorts and black laced underwear down to her ankles.

She turned around, showing Trevor her bare ass and looked over her shoulder with blue eyes full of fear.

"Wh, what do you want now...?"