Morning shenanigans(Rewritten)

Slurp, slurp slurp...

John grunted softly, still half asleep yet awake enough to enjoy the top-notch blowjob he was receiving.

He let whoever sucking his cock do her job for several extra minutes before lazily opening his eyes.

"...gmmmfgh, mmmfgh..."

And just as he'd expected, his favorite owl slut was taking care of his morning wood.

After mumbling a begrudging greeting, Annabeth dutifully resumed bobbing her head up and down.

Her hostile glare told John that her memory was successfully wiped once again, which pleased him.

Then, someone shifted behind him.

"...I'm also on the bed, Master John."

Hestia waved slightly with a sheepish grin.

John couldn't help but notice that the goddess's stomach had bloated significantly over the night.

Hestia noticed her master's gaze and looked down her pregnant belly with a confused, yet loving eyes.

"I didn't think the baby would grow this much in a day. I was under the assumption it took much longer."

"Usually, that's correct.

I suppose being half chaotic entity reflects on the birth cycle as well."

John reached out and groped one of Hestia's tits.

"Ah...!"

Hestia moaned and shuddered.

As John grabbled her tits, fresh milk gushed out of her nipples like tiny white volcanoes.

John licked some of the drops off his fingers.

It was a pleasent taste, yet he couldn't really get a grasp on what exactly it tasted like.

"Do you like my milk, master?"

"They're enjoyable."

The goddess beamed at the compliment as if that was the highest form of praise she could ever get.

Meanwhile, Annabeth was still bobbing her head over John's erection.

John soon felt his balls tingling for a climax, but he didn't bother to warn Annabeth about it.

Splurt, splurt!

Annabeth flinched as ropes of thick cum splashed into her mouth.

She held her position in mid-suck, silently glaring at John while gulping his girthy seed down.

"No need to thank me, pumpkins."

John pat Annabeth on the head with a smirk. Annabeth winced, swallowed the last bit of cum and moved back.

"Hestia, I'm going to think of what I'll do today. Attend my cock while I suck on your tits."

"Yes, master."

Hestia tapped on her knees, and John placed his head on them.

They were surprisingly soft and warm, more comfortable than the luxurious pillow that he had created.

"I'll take good care of this..."

Hestia carefully took the flaccid cock into her hand and softly rubbed it up and down.

John gleefully gulped down the divine milk of the Hearth goddess as he pondered for his next move.

On one hand, there were plenty of demigods left in Camp Half-Blood. He could surely spend the a week or so claiming every single one of them.

On the other, after tasting the top quality goddess first-hand, John was eager to get more immortals to grovel under his feet.

"A, ah...you're sucking my nipples a bit hard, master..."

Hestia muttered.

John pinched her on the other nipple, making the goddess squeak and bow her head.

"You are right. I'm sorry, master. I'll keep quiet."

John glanced to the side and saw Annabeth standing at the side, masturbating.

"Mmm...haaah...fuuck..."

Then, a wicked idea came to his mind.

"Annabeth."

Annabeth immediately looked up at the sound of her name like a dog waiting for her master.

"Yes, master?"

"Doesn't fingering your pussy get old or boring?"

John asked with a smirk.

Annabeth frowned.

"I don't understand what you mean, Master."

"I mean...this would be more entertaining."

John snapped his fingers and Annabeth doubled over, clutching pussy as it suddenly burned with searing pain.

Hestia watched with interest as well as Annabeth grunted and whimpered, leaning against the windowsill for support.

"Wh-what, is happening to m-muh-mee...fuuuck!"

Something knocked aside Annabeth's hands as it shot out from her crotch.

Hestia gasped. When Annabeth regained her posture, she looked down to find...

"What the hell!?"

She shrieked in shock and horror, unable to keep up her facade of an obedient yet **** ****.

Annabeth glared at John with the most venomous gaze yet.

Her eyes were so threatening that Hestia raised her hand warningly, silently indicating she won't allow any act of **** toward her master.

John was the only one amused by the situation. He cackled facing Annabeth's fury and shrugged.

"I told you, I think fingerfucking your pussy got old, so I gave you something new to play with."

"Something new to—"

Annabeth stopped in the middle of the sentence.

On one hand, it was because words were at their limit to express how she felt.

The other reason was that, despite her rage, her hands automatically moved to follow the rule: [Annabeth Chase must masturbate when in present of her master indulging another woman]

And when her hand closed around the shaft of the cock, the shock of pleasure took over her brain in an instant.

"Gwouh?!"

Annabeth flinched on the spot.

Her hips jutted forward and her knees buckled, making her sway back with a dumb, erotic expression on her face.

"There. See? Much more entertaining."

"I agree, master."

Hestia said while tracing her fingers over John's head.

John returned to gulping down Hestia's milk, but now his eyes were fixated on Annabeth.

"Guooh, oohh, fuuucck..."

Stupefied by the immense pleasure her cock provided, Annabeth wasted no time to grab it with both of her hands and rub the rod simultaneously.

"Oooh, gods, oh go-hds, this is...soo-k...f-fucck..."

Her hands quickened its pace by the seconds.

Her hips rocked back and forth in a poor imitation of her master fucking another girl, flicking precums like a ball of spit.

One even managed to land on Hestia's foot, which the goddess evaporated away with a disgusted frown.

"Oh, oh gods, its comming closer, oh, oh, oh..."

Annabeth teetered dangerously where she stood.

Her hands were now valiantly pumping up and down the cock, which twitched violently with each stroke of the hands.

She thrust out her pelvis into the air as if fucking an imaginative figure that was suspended in the air.

The daughter of Athena made noises resembling a gorlia as her brain was filled with one thing and one thing only; the need to cum.

Until finally, the moment came.

"Oh-Oh, gooooddd yeeessss!!!!"

Annabeth sceamed in a bliss.

Her body convulsed violently as she threw her head back with her tongue lulling out.

The cock erupted with thick, white semen which shot up into the air before splashing on the floor and creating a white puddle of mess.

Annabeth still rubbed on her cock at a quick pace, **** to gain more pleasure.

Despite her efforts, she couldn't send out a second volly of semen.

All the cock did was dribble the remaining cum in drops as Annabeth's knees finally gave away and she sank to the floor.

"Ooooohh....hoooo...f-f-fuck..."

"Very good."

John said, satisfied by the performance.

He even gave a small applause for a job well done, eben though Annabeth was in no shape to receive a praise.

"Master, are you...going to keep that thing on her?"

Hestia asked wearily.

She was concerned that with the level of horniness Annabeth showed, she might do something unpredictable if she had a third leg 24/7.

Thankfully for her, John shook his head.

"Nah. I think this kind of stuffs are better of as a one-in-a-while thing."

John sucked on Hestia's nipples one last time and pushed her aside, much to the goddess's disappointment.

"You can stay a bit longer, master. Don't you want to care for these?"

Hestia leaned forward with her milk-dripping tits dangling tantalizingly up front.

As tempting as the offer was, John waved aside the goddess's suggestion.

"I'll give you plenty of attention when I want to. Meanwhile, why don't you get the maids to clean that up?"

John nudged at Annabeth and her puddle of cum.

Hestia sighed, but nodded like the good **** she was and waved as her master left the bedroom.

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Author's note:

Hey, sorry about the rewrite.

I tried to write the "Breeding Bags" storyline, but the more I wrote it the more it seemed to deviate from the story I had written up so far.

It felt too dark, too edgy and frankly depressing to even write.

I tried many different angles to approach it, but I couldn't figure out hoe to continue the story going forward.

Yeah, I'm not good at writing. Who could have guessed that?

I'm currently toying with going for Thalia next, but the AI site I'm using can't make a spiky hair for whatever reason.

This is the best I can currently come up with:

Whatever the case is, I'll come up with a better continuation for this story as soon as possible.(Maybe you can write some in the comments and I'll take one if it fits well!)

Thank you for your patience and support, sorry again for lame rewriting.