Venturing into the forest

John decided to take a look around the forest.

As he approached the edge of the boundary of the Camp's activity ground, something in thw woods moved.

Unlike the campers, John hadn't put the nymphs and monsrers dwelling in the forest into slumbers.

He could if he wanted, but there weren't much benefit into putting a tree spirit into sleep when they can't escape in the first place.

All he had to do was devide the camp ground into two sections so that Annabeth would feel isolated until she broke, which was a matter of time.

Nontheless, that didn't mean John was going to pass up on some desirable nymphs.

He could see why gods spent most of their time chasing after these magical beings during the old days.

Apart from a few exceptions, most of the spirits were beautiful and weak, a perfect combination of traits to quench one's lust for dominance.

As he walked into the woods, the nymphs huddled between the trees, hoping for him to pass by without noticing them.

The multiple atrocities John had caused in Camp Half-Blood was already spread amongst the dryads.

He was also feared for his unexplained abilities and powers, such as preventing spirits from returning back into their life ****.

Which wad why, no matter how afraid they were, the dryads couldn't hide in their trees for safety.

John looked around the forest, grinning from ear to ear like a child standing at the toy's aisle of a large department store.

He scanned the huddle of nymphs, comparing each and every one of them with each other until...

"Aahh!"

One nymph cried out in terror as she was suddenly dragged forward by an invisible ****.

She tried to grab onto a nearby tree or a rock, but her hands seemed unable to hold onto anything as she flew straight into John's open palm.

John grabbed the nymph by her throat and looked directly into her eyes.

"What is your name?"

He asked. The nymph held in his grasp trembled like a small tree exposed to a harsh storm.

"M-m, my name is J-juniper, sir..."

"Master."

John corrected Juniper.

Before she could answer, a burst of flame flared up around the nymph without any warning signs.

The dryads screamed, some hurridly runninf away in fear that they will get burned as well.

However, when John put out the roaring column of fire with one puff of hid breath, Juniper came out completely fine.

At first glance, it seemed like her clothes were the only thing that was burnt away.

However, the nymphs that stayed soon witnessed something far more terrifying.

"I am ready to serve you however you want, Master~♡"

Juniper pawed on the air cheerfully to someone who she had been absolutely scared of a few seconds ago.

The fire didn't only remove her clothes—it also burnt away her former personality, reverting her into an obedient ****.

John smirked, listening to the murmurs of the nymphs, debating amongst themselves whether or not to risk trying to escape this tyrant.

For the most part, John didn't have much interest in nature spirits as he did with demigods or gods.

He wouldn't mind letting them run away, cowering in their feet with just the thought of him.

On the other hand, he wanted them to watch how a misbehaving nymph would get treated.

He had planned to set an example for every species, and that wouldn't work if most of them ran away before the lesson began.

Besides, toying with them would be fun.

"Anyone who can hear me, don't try and escape me.

For one, it is impossible anyways. And two...I'll be doing this to anyone who tries."

"Mmmpgh!!"

One of the dryad that ran away preemptively was dragged out into a clearing.

The other nymphs gasped and cried out in shock and horror as one of their kin was brutally **** by a bunch of tentacles right in front of their eyes.

"Silence!"

John shouted, and the ruckus subsided immediately.

"I think the message is clear enough."

John waved his hand once.

The tentacles began to slither back into the ground, pulling their victim down with it.

"Mmpkh!! Hnnglh!!"

The dryad cried and struggled in panic, but her efforts were fruitless and she was buried below the ground, never to resurface again.

With the spectators secured against their will, John turned his attention to his newly created ****.

"First, let's see how good are you with your mouth."

"Yes, Master!"

Juniper immediately squatted on the forest floor and enthusiastically thrust her head onto her master's cock.

"Mmmph...so, big...and strong..."

Juniper moaned between loud slurps, bobbing her head back and forth over the erect cock.

John relaxed with a sigh.

He hadn't thought dryads would be skilled at sex when they only had other females to hang out with normally.

"You had a boyfriend. A satyr named Grover Underwood."

Juniper nodded during her blowjob.

She seemed hardly interested in the subject of her now long-lost boyfriend, or that the man she was sucking off was the culprit who erased his existence from the cosmos.

All that mattered, and will matter to Juniper was serving her master however he may want.

John grunted as he felt his seed stacking up in his balls.

He grabbed Juniper by her hair and thrust back and forth in her mouth, drilling his cock deep into her throat.

Glurk! Gkurk! Gurlk!

"Ah..."

John blasted into Juniper's mouth with a satisfied sigh.

"Ulrrk! Glrukk!"

On the other hand, tears trickled down Juniper's cheeks as the poor nymph tried to take on her master's load the best she could.

However, her small mouth was certainly not enough to hold the extensive amount of cum exploding from the cock.

Although the nymph swallowed them as much as she could, a handful of the white semen burst out of her lips.

"Not bad, Juniper. Now turn around."

"Y, yes...master..."

Juniper turned her back to John, who pushed her down to all fours and placed a hand around her throat.

With the other, John lined up his cock behind the ass presented in front of him and shoved it into the green pussy.

Almost immediately, Juniper was hit with pleasure she had never experienced before.

"AAAHHH!! YESH!! MASTERRRR!"

The leftover cum dripped from her open mouth as Juniper screamed at the top of her lungs.

Each thrust from the massive cock of her master gave her more pleasure than entire sessions with her former boyfriend.

Within seconds, Juniper could hardly picture what he looked like, or why she had fallen for such a passive, small dick loser.

"FUCK! FUCK! FUUCKK!"

Juniper howled, shuddering violently from another orgasm.

"Dear me, you're a loud one for a tree nymph."

John muttered, although he didn't hate this exaggerated reaction.

"You know, Juniper, I think out of all the nymphs, you are the most interesting one.

I'm going to keep you at my house, how does that sound?"

"Yyyesssh! I love it! Use me like a common whore!"

John chuckled and quickened his pace of fucking Juniper.

He closed his other hand around her neck as well, **** her twice as hard as before.

That also prevented Juniper's loud cries and moans, but John could definitely still feel them from the vibrations inside her throat.

Juniper let out a hoarse howl when John came deep inside her pussy.

Her womb welcomed the fresh gush of man seed, the one and only kind that she was allowed to nurture inside her.

"Good job, slut. Here's your reward."

John gripped Juniper's neck even harder.

The nymph choked and gagged. Her body tried to struggle for air, but it was already too worn out from the rough sex.

After a few seconds, Juniper went limp and slumped on the ground, ****.

John rubbed his foot on her face as if it was a doormat, then teleported the nymph to his household as well.

'I could use a maid or two for some eye candy. That one would fit right in.'

John looked around to find the other nymphs still watching him warily.

"And here is a reward for following my words like a bunch of good, dumb sheeps."

John clapped his hands once.

The ground rumbled, then countless tentacles burst out of the soil, all in differnet colors and sizes.

Some nymphs screamed and ran away in fear.

Of course, none of them could go so far before the tentacles got to them.

"N-nooo! Please! Get away!!"

"Not in my ass—mmpphh!"

Meanwhile, three nymphs hurried in front of John and huddled at his feet.

"Please, sir! Forgive us!"

"We'll be your **** to!"

John raised his eyebrow with a sly grin.

"Didn't I already establish you should call me Master and not sir?"

Before the nymphs could even react, John touched the nymphs on either side with his forefinger.

They immediately froze on the spot, unable to move a single muscle of their body on their own.

Then, John conducted their body to grab the remaining nymph and hold her in the air.

"Photinia!? Zelkova?!"

The only remaining nymph looked at her friends in betratal, but that didn't last long.

A set of brown tentacles came wriggling their way and wrapped around all three nymphs.

"Aahhhh!!"

The middle one screamed as both of her holes were taken by the tentacles.

She shouted and cursed her friends, but they couldn't move any more than the tree they inhabited.

John laughed as he walked through the ensuing chaos of various nymphs getting caught by tentacles, ****, then get dragged into the ground.

By the time John returned to the camp, the forest was eerily quiet.

John snapped his fingers again.

A person spawned a foot or so above the ground and flopped on the grass.

"Oooh...ooOOoh...fu-fuuck..."

Annabeth mumbled in a dazed voice, spasming out on the ground, her pussy still spewing love juice from the orgasm given to her beforehand.

John sighed and kicked aside the daughter of Athena, causing another chain of orgasm on her.

"Oh well, guess I'm hiking up alone."

He looked up at the mountain at the farside of the Camp, where there was a thick green mist swirling around at the top.

"Oracle of Delphi..."

John snorted and floated up into the air.

"I'll teach you that future means nothing against Chaos."