By putting her up against his

"Uh, before that, Chiron asked me to deliver something to you."

Ariadne handed Trevor a black leather leash.

"He said it was for your ****?"

She nodded toward Annabeth, still **** with her fave buried in a small puddle of her master's cum.

"Ah, I see."

Trevor knelt next to his **** and yanked her head up by her blonde hair.

He replaced the belt around her neck with the leash before letting her face fall back into the cum-puddle.

"Thanks for the reminder. I had completely forgot about that."

"No problem!" Ariadne flashed Trevor a warm smile, before tilting her head slightly to the side, "So...what now?"

Trevor grinned.

The innocent manner of the former princess of Minos made his cock thrive with dark yearnings.

"As I've said, I'll give you a full welcome as the new director to Camp Half-Blood. Let's get out of here first..."

He reached out and gripped her butt.

"Oh!" Ariadne jumped, but made no comment about the apparant harassment.

She let herself get pushed out of the room by her butt, letting out small moans every few gropes.

By the time they reached the pool table, Ariadne already had a rich blush across her cheeks.

"Haaah...ahh..."

Trevor pushed the attractive lady against the wall and pulled the green dress off her curvy body.

Trevor was thrilled to find out that Ariadne wore a sexy lavender negligee underneath her green dress.

He eyeballed the pair of huge milk jugs held underneath the bras.

Her hips were barely contained by the thin underwear, from which Trevor spotted a small sparkle of liquid.

Having such attractive woman half-naked in front of him, Trevor couldn't restrain himself.

He lunged at Ariadne and embed his nose into her cleavage.

The faint scent of wine tickled his nostrils; Trevor decided he will not let his new toy rest until he replaced the scent with his cum.

"Oh, my...It tickles, ah!"

Ariadne jumped again when Trevor tugged one side of her bra down, revealing her pink areola and latched onto it.

He sucked the perky nipple like a starving baby, sometimes putting it between his teeth and biting on it or rolling his tongue around the sensitive skin.

Meanwhile, Trevor's right hand snuggled under the other side of the bra and groped on the unattended breast.

He made sure to pay the nipple some attention as well by pinching and rubbing over it.

Finally, his left hand dove into her panty and rubbed her butt cheeks, giving them light slaps every few seconds.

"Oooh, ahh, th-thank you, for the enthusiasm..." Ariadne muttered between moans.

Her knees shuddered from the effort to keep her standing amidst the aggressive man-handlings.

"...b,but, ooh...I don't...I don't know your...ahang! Name, yet."

Trevor looked up from the boob, now slathered with his saliva, and grinned.

"My name is Trevor Miller, but you'll refer to me as 'Master' from now on."

"M, master," Ariadne repeated with a confused expression, "Why is that, Master?"

Although the immortal princess couldn't understand why, she immediately followed Trevor's words—because whatever he said, it was the normality.

Trevor smirked, thrilled to know that the earrings worked on immortals as well. Perhaps having a full-goddess harem wasn't a far-fetched dream afterall.

"Because, Ariadne, you are my sex **** from now on."

"I am?" Ariadne asked back, wide-eyed in surprise.

She never realized that she was a sex-**** to a demigod her entire life. But as soon as she heard Trevor saying it, it felt as obvious as water being wet.

Of course she was his sex ****.

That was normal.

"I...you're right, master..." Ariadne mummbled.

Her brow was furrowed by some unclear questions, but her confusion melted away as Trevor shoved two fingers into her pussy.

"Oooh!!!"

Ariadne squealed as a burst of pleasure coarsed through her body, followed by an unending stream of euphoric ecstasy as the fingers pumped her pussy.

Her nether lips drool feminine cum, creating clear dots around her feet.

Ariadne found herself thrusting her hips in match to her master's fingers, trying to gain maximum pleasure without caring how depraved she looked while she gyrated her ass.

"Horny slut," Trevor grunted, striking the jiggling ass with his palm, "Getting married while you have a master to serve."

"Ah! Ah, I-I am, Ah! Sorry, Ma-ah!-shter!"

Ariadne shrieked in pain and exhilaration as her ass burned in a palm-shaped fire.

"Sorry doesn't cut it, does it?" Trevor growled in response.

He grabbed the purple bra and tore it off her body. The magnificent pair of breasts jiggled free, presenting a quite of a view to Trevor.

He stared, gawking at the juicy, delicious boobs bouncing about.

They were even bigger than Annabeth's, which was saying something.

He grabbed the two globes, pulled Ariadne closer and slammed her onto the pool table.

Ariadne whimpered in pain when her chin collided into the board, but Trevor couldn't care less.

"Get your ass up on the table, slut!" He bellowed, spanking her bubbly ass nonstop until Ariadne hurridly raised both of her legs onto the table.

Now, the beautiful wife of Dionysus was crouching on the pool table; stripped naked apart from the thin laced purple underwear and a perverted demigod staring at her rounded ass with sadistic lust.

Trevor grabbed a red pool ball and a cue stick. He yanked the underwear down to her thighs and gazed at the two wet gaping holes of the new director.

"Wh, what are you going to do, Master?" Ariadne asked with a shudder.

"Whatever the fuck I want," Trevor replied, "It's your time to get punished, Ariadne."