Buttplug

Annabeth’s thrusts grew erratic, her hips slamming forward with a **** urgency that left Percy’s head spinning. Her grunts turned into guttural moans, her body trembling as she reached the edge. “Percy, I’m close,” she panted, her voice raw and unsteady. Her grip on his head tightened, her nails digging into his scalp as she held him in place, forcing him to take every inch of her. “Don’t stop. Don’t you dare stop.”

Percy’s throat was sore, his jaw aching, but he obeyed, his body moving on autopilot as she rode his face with a ferocity that bordered on feral. The taste of her filled his mouth, salty and primal, and he could feel her cock twitching, the thick shaft pulsating as she neared her climax. Her moans grew louder, more ****, and then she came with a sharp cry, her body convulsing as she spilled down his throat.

“Oh fuck, Percy!” she gasped, her voice trembling with the **** of her orgasm. Her hips bucked wildly, her cock throbbing as she emptied herself into his mouth, the hot, bitter fluid flooding his senses. She held him there, her body shuddering as she rode out the waves of her pleasure, her grip on his head unrelenting.

When she finally pulled back, her chest heaved, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She looked down at him, her eyes dark with satisfaction, a smirk tugging at the corner of her lips. “Good boy,” she murmured, her voice thick with approval. She leaned down, brushing her lips against his forehead in a soft, almost tender kiss. “You did so well.”

Percy’s throat burned, his jaw aching, but he couldn’t deny the thrill that shot through him at her praise. His cock strained against the chastity cage, the ache of it making his hips buck involuntarily. Annabeth noticed, her smirk widening as she reached down to give the cage a teasing tug. “You’re such a greedy little thing, aren’t you?” she teased, her voice dripping with amusement. “Always wanting more.”

She straightened up, her smirk turning into a wicked grin as she reached for something on the nightstand. Percy’s eyes widened as he saw what she was holding—a sleek, black vibrating butt plug. The sight of it sent a shiver down his spine, his body responding despite the cage. “Annabeth…” he started, his voice hoarse, but she cut him off with a sharp look.

“I don’t recall asking for your opinion,” she said, her tone firm but playful. She knelt beside him, her fingers trailing down his chest, her touch sending sparks of electricity through his skin. “You’re mine, Percy. And I’m going to make sure you don’t forget that while I’m gone.”

Percy’s breath hitched as she spread his legs, his body instinctively tensing in anticipation. He could feel the cool metal of the plug against his skin, the slickness of the lube sending a shiver through him. Annabeth’s fingers were gentle but firm as she pressed the plug against his entrance, her eyes locked on his, watching his reaction.

“Relax for me, Seaweed Brain,” she murmured, her voice low and soothing. Her free hand brushed against his cheek, her touch soft but commanding. Percy’s body obeyed, his muscles relaxing as she slowly pushed the plug inside. The stretch was intense, the fullness of it making his breath catch in his throat. He could feel every inch of it as it slid into place, the sensation overwhelming.

Annabeth smirked as she gave the plug a final push, her fingers brushing against his skin as she pulled back. “There,” she said, her voice filled with satisfaction. “Now you won’t forget who’s in charge.” She leaned down, pressing a kiss to his lips, her tongue sliding against his in a slow, possessive kiss. “Be good while I’m gone.”

With that, she stood up, grabbing her clothes and quickly dressing. Percy lay there, his body still throbbing with need, the plug making it impossible to ignore the ache in his cock. He watched as she left the cabin, the door closing behind her with a soft click.

For a moment, Percy lay there, his body still tingling from the intensity of their encounter. He could still taste her in his mouth, the scent of her lingering in the air. Slowly, he pushed himself up, his legs wobbly as he stood. He needed to move, to distract himself from the overwhelming sensations coursing through his body.

Percy stepped outside, the cool morning air doing little to soothe the fire burning inside him. He walked aimlessly around the camp, his mind racing, his body still on edge. The plug was a constant reminder of Annabeth’s dominance, the weight of it making it impossible to forget.

As he walked, he could feel the tension building, the subtle vibrations of the plug making his body tremble. His breath quickened, his heart pounding as the vibrations grew stronger, the sensations overwhelming. He stumbled, his legs giving out as he fell to his knees, his body convulsing as the plug sent waves of pleasure coursing through him.

“Fuck,” he gasped, his voice trembling as his body shook with the **** of it. The vibrations were relentless, the pleasure building to an unbearable peak. His cock strained against the cage, the ache of it making his hips buck involuntarily. He could feel the pressure building, the need to release overwhelming.

And then it happened. With a sharp cry, Percy came, his body convulsing as he spilled into the cage, the **** of it leaving him breathless. The vibrations continued, milking every last drop from him, the intensity of it making his vision blur.

When it finally stopped, Percy collapsed onto the ground, his body trembling with the aftershocks. He could hear the faint sound of footsteps approaching, the crunch of leaves under someone’s boots.