Thalia

The crunch of leaves grew louder, each step deliberate and heavy, until the boots came into view—black, scuffed, and unmistakably Thalia’s. Percy’s breath hitched as he looked up, his body still trembling from the aftershocks of his orgasm. Her silver-lined eyes locked onto his, a predatory smirk tugging at her lips. “Well, well,” she drawled, her voice low and edged with amusement. “What do we have here?”

Percy’s heart raced, his mind scrambling for an excuse, but words failed him. Thalia knelt down, her fingers gripping his chin as she tilted his head up, forcing him to meet her gaze. “Annabeth’s been busy, hasn’t she?” she murmured, her thumb brushing over his swollen lips. “Left you all worked up, huh?”

He swallowed hard, his body betraying him as a shiver ran down his spine. Thalia’s smirk widened, her eyes flicking down to the chastity cage still locked around his cock. “Guess she forgot to take care of this,” she said, her tone dripping with mock sympathy. Her fingers trailed down his chest, sending sparks of electricity through his skin. “Lucky for you, I’m feeling generous today.”

Percy’s breath quickened, his body responding despite his mind’s protests. Thalia leaned in close, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispered, “But first, we’re going to have a little fun.”

Before he could react, she grabbed his wrists, twisting them behind his back with a practiced ease. The rope was rough against his skin, but he barely had time to register the discomfort before she pulled it tight, securing his arms in place. “Thalia, wait—” he started, his voice hoarse, but she cut him off with a sharp laugh.

“Oh, Percy,” she teased, her voice filled with mock pity. “When have I ever waited for you?” She leaned back, her hands on her hips as she admired her handiwork. “There. Now you’re exactly where you belong.”

Percy’s cheeks burned, his body tense as he struggled against the restraints. But Thalia was already moving, her boots crunching against the ground as she circled him like a predator stalking its prey. “You know,” she mused, her voice low and dangerous, “I’ve always wondered what it would be like to break you. Annabeth’s been too soft on you, I think. But me? I’ll make sure you remember this.”

His breath hitched as she knelt behind him, her hands gripping his hips as she pulled him back against her. The plug was still inside him, the vibrations faint but noticeable, and Thalia’s fingers brushed against it, sending a jolt of pleasure through his body. “Oh, she’s been busy,” Thalia purred, her fingers teasing the base of the plug. “But I think we can do better than this.”

With a sudden jerk, she pulled the plug free, the sudden emptiness making Percy gasp. But before he could recover, Thalia was pressing something else against his entrance—something bigger, thicker, and cold. His eyes widened as he realized what it was. “Thalia, please—” he started, his voice trembling, but she cut him off with a sharp laugh.

“Oh, please,” she mocked, her voice dripping with amusement. “Like you don’t want this.” She pressed forward, the cold metal stretching him in a way that made his head spin. “You’ve always been a greedy little thing, Percy. Always wanting more. Well, here it is.”

The dildo pushed in, inch by agonizing inch, the stretch intense and overwhelming. Percy’s breath came in ragged gasps, his body trembling as Thalia’s grip on his hips tightened. “That’s it,” she murmured, her voice low and filled with approval. “Take it. All of it.”

He whimpered, his body arching as she pushed the last inch in, the fullness of it making his vision blur. Thalia’s hands moved to his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin as she leaned down, her lips brushing against his ear. “You’re mine now, Percy,” she whispered, her voice filled with possessive heat. “And I’m going to make sure you never forget that.”

With that, she started moving, her thrusts slow but deliberate, each one sending waves of pleasure and pain coursing through him. Percy’s breath quickened, his body responding despite his mind’s protests. Thalia’s grip tightened, her hips slamming forward with a **** that left him gasping. “That’s it,” she growled, her voice low and guttural. “Take it like a good little slut.”

His body shook with the **** of it, the pleasure building to an unbearable peak. Thalia’s thrusts grew harder, faster, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she rode him with a ferocity that bordered on feral. “Oh, fuck,” she gasped, her voice trembling with the **** of her pleasure. “You feel so good, Percy.”

He could feel her nearing the edge, her thrusts growing erratic as she closed in on her climax. Her nails dug into his skin, her breath hot against his ear as she whispered, “Come for me, Percy. Now.”

Her command sent him over the edge, his body convulsing as he came, the **** of it leaving him breathless. Thalia’s thrusts grew wild, her body trembling as she followed, a sharp cry escaping her lips as she reached her own climax. “Yes!” she gasped, her voice filled with primal satisfaction. “That’s it, Percy. Mine.”

When it was over, she pulled out, leaving him trembling and spent. Her breath was heavy, her chest heaving as she knelt beside him, her fingers brushing against his cheek. “Good boy,” she murmured, her voice thick with approval. “You did so well.”

Percy’s body ached, his mind reeling, 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. Thalia noticed, her smirk widening as she reached down to give the cage a teasing tug. “Still greedy, huh?” she teased, her voice dripping with amusement. “Always wanting more.”

She leaned down, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispered, “Don’t worry, Percy. I’m not done with you yet.”