Annabeth's Hairy Balls

Percy’s eyes fluttered open to the sensation of fingers threading through his hair, grip tightening as they pulled. His breath caught, the sudden tug snapping him awake. His vision blurred for a moment before he could make out Annabeth’s face hovering above him, her gray eyes gleaming with a mix of mischief and dominance. She was already fully awake, her expression unapologetic, her unshaven cock resting against his cheek, the wiry curls brushing his skin.

“Morning, Seaweed Brain,” she purred, her voice low and dripping with anticipation. “Time to earn your keep.”

Percy’s heart pounded as the reality of the situation set in. The faint musk of her arousal hit him first, earthy and primal, mingling with the sharp, almost metallic scent of sweat. Her pubic hair, unshaven and wild, tickled his nose as she pressed closer, the weight of her cock resting against his lips. He could feel the heat radiating from her, the subtle tremor of her thighs as she positioned herself over him.

“Open up,” she commanded, her voice firm but laced with a softness that made his stomach twist. He hesitated for a moment, his mind racing, but the sharp tug on his hair left no room for defiance. His lips parted, and she wasted no time, guiding the head of her cock into his mouth.

The taste was immediate—salt and musk, a rich, heady flavor that made his head spin. Her grip on his hair tightened as she pushed further, the thick shaft filling his mouth, the wiry curls brushing against his nose. He could smell her now, the raw, unfiltered scent of her arousal overwhelming his senses. It was intoxicating, primal, and he couldn’t help the small moan that escaped him as she began to move.

“That’s it,” she murmured, her voice breathless but firm. “Take it all, Percy. Show me how much you need this.”

Her hips began to rock, her cock sliding deeper into his mouth with each thrust. The sensation was overwhelming, the stretch of his jaw, the way his throat resisted but eventually gave way as she pushed further. She wasn’t gentle, her movements deliberate and commanding, each thrust forcing him to take more of her. His nose pressed against her pubic hair with every deep push, the coarse curls brushing against his skin, the scent of her filling his lungs.

The smell. It was all he could think about, all he could focus on as she fucked his face. It was earthy, musky, and undeniably her. It clung to him, invading every part of his senses, and he could feel his body responding, his cock straining against the chastity cage, the ache of it making his hips buck involuntarily.

“Yeah, you love this, don’t you?” Annabeth growled, her voice rough with arousal. Her hands moved from his hair to grip his head, holding it in place as she began to thrust harder, faster. The wet, sloppy sounds of her cock sliding in and out of his mouth filled the room, punctuated by his choked gasps and her low, guttural moans.

She was relentless, her hips snapping forward with a **** that left him struggling to keep up. His throat constricted around her as she pushed deeper, forcing him to take her to the hilt. Tears sprang to his eyes, the sensation of her cock pressing against the back of his throat making his body tremble. But even as he gagged, he couldn’t deny the thrill that shot through him, the way his body responded to her dominance.

“Good boy,” she murmured, her voice thick with approval. She pulled back slightly, giving him a moment to catch his breath, but it was a fleeting reprieve. Before he could fully recover, she was pushing back in, her cock sliding deeper than before, the tip of it brushing against the tight ring of his throat.

The noises. Gods, the noises. The wet, guttural sounds of her cock sliding in and out of his mouth, the sharp, gasping breaths he took between thrusts, the low, satisfied groans that escaped her lips—it was a symphony of sex, raw and unfiltered, and it only fueled her desire.

“That’s it, Percy,” she whispered, her voice trembling with the effort of holding back. “Take me. All of me.”

Her pace quickened, her hips slamming forward with a **** that left him gasping for air. She was lost in it, her moans growing louder, more ****, her grip on his head tightening as she rode his face with a wild abandon that left him utterly at her mercy.

The smell of her, the taste of her, the overwhelming sensation of her cock stretching his mouth and throat—it was all too much, and yet not enough. He wanted more, needed more, and she seemed to sense it, her movements growing more erratic, more frantic.

“You’re doing so good, baby,” she panted, her voice barely above a whisper. “But I need more. Give me more.”

She pulled back, her cock sliding out of his mouth with a wet pop, and he gasped for air, his chest heaving as he struggled to catch his breath. But she didn’t give him long. Her hands gripped his head again, and she pushed him back down, her cock slamming into his mouth with a **** that left him reeling.

“Deep, Percy,” she commanded, her voice sharp and demanding. “Take me deep.”

He obeyed without hesitation, his mouth opening wider, his throat relaxing as she pushed in, her cock sliding deep, the tip of it brushing against his tight throat. She groaned, the sound of it sending a shiver down his spine, and she began to move again, her hips rocking forward with a rhythm that left him utterly overwhelmed.

The smell of her, the taste of her, the overwhelming sensation of her cock stretching his mouth and throat—it was all-consuming, and he could feel his body responding, his cock straining against the chastity cage, the ache of it making his hips buck involuntarily.

“You’re mine, Percy,” she growled, her voice trembling with the effort of holding back. “Say it.”

He gagged out, "Gods Annabeth, I'm yours." As she roughly fucked his face.