Owl's honesty

By the time John reached the camp grounds once more, the sun had set enough to cast a deep orange light on the grass.

And also, there was a pleasant surprise waiting for him.

"Oooh...aah..."

Annabeth was sprawled on the grass, exactly where he had dumped her earlier, and was moaning softly while rubbing her own pussy.

It wasn't anything new by any means.

John had seen her masturbate in a "secluded" area time and time again during their Tom-and-Jerry phase.

Nontheless, it amused him to see his supposed strong-willed, **** sex **** give into her internal desires like this.

He willed himself to be unnoticeable by Annabeth snuck up next to her.

"Oooh...mmm....master...fuck my pussy up..."

Annabeth moaned, completely unaware that she was getting spied on by the very being she was fantasizing about.

Her fingers picked up speed as she repeatly moaned for her master and his huge, girthy cock.

"Oooh, oOOH, yes, yes YESSS!!!"

Eventually, Annabeth howled into the sunset while her pussy spasmed out.

Clear liquid sprinkled over the grass as the blonde demigod trembled where she lay, still twiddling her fingers over her sensitive clit.

"Nicely done, ****. That was a great show."

John commented with a polite clap.

"Aahh!!"

Natrually, Annabeth screamed in panic and sat bolt up right.

She whirled around to where the voice came from.

When she saw her fantasy man standing with the cock she had been craving, her face blushed deeper than the sun behind her.

"I-I...I didn't, I wasn't...this isn't what it looks like!"

She stammered.

John chuckled.

"Really? Because I think it only looked like one thing."

He stepped up and slouched his full erection over Annabeth's face.

"Gaahh...! Mmngh...haaa..."

Just facing her master's cock at close proximity was enough to bring out her **** mentality.

Annabeth's tongue flickered out between her lips, which parted open to let out sultry moans.

Her grey eyes were glued to the cock, long enough to cover her face from chin to forehead even without counting the glans.

John grasped her by the back of her neck and pulled her closer.

Annabeth parted her lips and took his cock in her mouth without question.

"Mmm...Rachel...*slurp* *slurp*...Juniper..."

As the blonde demigod swirled her tongue around the cock, she recited the names of beings who were fucked by it.

At first, John had implemented this ability onto Annabeth to further **** her.

Whenever she sniffed or tasted his cock, which was almost every empty moment she had, she would be reminded of those who she has chosen to be fucked by him.

But currently, the list of the people he had fucked seemed to only drive Annabeth to be more horny than before.

"Mmm...all those bitches...slur-r-rp...and not me..."

Annabeth ventured deeper with each thurst, taking on more and moee lengths into her gullet.

John thrust back with a satisfactory groan. The lack of gag-reflexs were really aiding Annabeth to be the best cock-sucker of hid bunch of slaves.

"By all means, Annabeth, I thought you hated being my cock ****."

Annabeth grunted angrily and pulled back.

"I do; but since when did that stop you, master?"

She snapped back.

With a soft chuckle, John put a hand on his first ****.

"Fair enough, Annabeth.

But on the other hand... who said you can raise your voice to your master?"

"Hllrrrckk—!!!"

Annabeth choked as John **** her head down to the root of his cock.

Even with her gagging instincts removed, Annabeth still needed to breathe.

And the massive cock of her master was more than enough to block her throat completely as it **** its way down.

"Klrrcck! Flkrck! Hekrlck!"

Annabeth strained to breathe through her nose while John used her head like a sex toy.

Her head was **** to bounce back and forth on the thick, lengthy meat rod at a rapid pace.

The heavy ballsacks slapped into her chin with each thrust. Annabeth was certain that by the face-fucking was over, she would have a huge brusie on it.

Picturing that image sent a shiver down her spine—and Annabeth Chase finally came terms with something that had been on her mind for a few days.

'I-I love being a **** to my master...♡'

Despite her numerous efforts to hide and ignore it, Annabeth had been getting slowly turned on more and more with the constant rough treatment from John Doe.

She wanted to believe it was due to one of his many "Rules", but a part of her knew this had nothing to do with her master.

This was just who she was.

A submissive, cock-sucking, whore sex **** to a powerful, strong man...

"Mmmmpphh!!"

Annabeth screamed as her pussy squirted out juice again.

And then she realized something.

Her master, John, had released her head some time ago.

The strong strokes with her head was single-handedly her doings alone...which meant she was that much eager to suck on his cock.

"That orgasm I gave you was a really strong trigger, wasn't it?"

John asked with a smirk.

It was far much of an outcome than he was looking from it, but he had no mind to argue with results.

He grabbed Annabeth's hair once more as he felt his balls churning.

"I'm cumming in your mouth, ****!"

Annabeth choked again as thick, virile semen poured down her throat.

She swallowed mouthfuls after mouthfuls of cum, filling up her stomach to the brim, but the cum never seemed to end and eventually spilled out of her lips.

"Bwhaaah...nooo..."

Annabeth gasped and whined.

Before her master could give the command, she quickly swooped down and licked up the remaining cum she had failed to swallow at first.

When she was done, Annabeth turned around with a tantalizing sway to her hips.

"Don't tell me all I get to do all day is only sucking your cock..."

John strut forward with a chuckle.

"Don't you worry, Annabeth. Although I'll be claiming every woman I want in this world...you'll always be my first ****."

"Aww..."

Annabeth cooed, sincerely touched by her master's words.

In response, she shook her ass more seductively, encouraging the magnificent cock to claim her properly.

John slapped his throbbing cock onto Annabeth's welcoming ass.

Instead of inserting it right away, he squeezed them between the ass cheeks and rubbed it up and down, brushing over both of her holes.

"Aahh..."

Annabeth moaned softly, shuddering in her knees as the veins scraped over her sensitive holes.

She made small hops on the spot, jiggling her ass and clapping the cheeks as to provide more pleasure for her master.

John relaxed with a grunt as well, enjoying the small show Annabeth was providing for him.

But in the end, it was always meant to be a curtain raiser.

"Gaa-haa-aahh! H-H-Holy Hera!"

Annabeth writhed and screamed as the massive cock burried deep inside her.

Even though this cock had been ravaging her on a daily basis, her body never seemed to adapt to the thickness of it.

Of course, the reasoning behind it was John set up a rule against Annabeth ever getting used to his cock.

And the prime daughter of Athena might have figured that rule out as well, if she wasn't so busy indulging the cock in question.

But having fucked her a lot didn't mean John was bored of Annabeth, quite the contrary, actually.

"Goooh! Ooohh! Fuuhhcck!! H-Harder~~!!"

Annabeth howled loudly, her hands against the grass to steady herself as her master pounded her from behind.

Her knees and waist buckled under the **** of each thrust, yet Annabeth relished in the unending wave of pleasure ruining her brain.

"Fuck yeah, this pussy is something else!"

John snarled, groping on Annabeth's ass while he pulverized her womb.

Out of all of the pussys he had fucked up until now, John could confidently rate Annabeth as one of the best, if not the best.

Maybe it was due to her muscle-toned physique, or maybe being his first **** gave her some added bonus, he couldn't tell exactly why.

Whatever the reason was, John found himself always returning to this blonde bitch whoever he fucked.

Spurt! Splurt!

"GWWWOOOHHHGGG!!!"

John didn't bother to give out a warning ahead before he came.

He liked hearing the most inhumane sound coming from one of the smartest demigod in the 21st century.

He thrust in and out a few more times as his cock painted her inside white.

If he hadn't blocked Annabeth from getting pregnant, he was positive that she would be holding quadruplets by now.

"Aaahh...ooohh...s, so much...mmm..."

As Annabeth twtiched and moaned on the grass, spewing cum mixed with her juice from her pussy, John slowly pulled out.

Usually, it was Annabeth's job to clean his cock after the partner in question was knocked out.

However, since Annabeth was the partner in question, John settled on the next best option.

He grabbed Annabeth by her legs, hoisted them up and locked his hands around the back of her head.

Then, he dropped the semi-conscious **** onto his cock.

"Gaaahhowww!!!"

Annabeth howled as her anus was stretched wide.

Cum dripped from her pussy as her womb was pushed forward and squeezed by the cock inside her rectum.

John slowly began taking steps to his mansion, each step giving Annabeth just enough bounce to climax and slowly slip into unconsciousness.

When he was sure Annabeth was ****, John snapped his finger next to her ear.

"Ooh? Hooh! Gwwoh!"

Annabeth jerked and spasmed out.

More juice spurting out of her pussy and her legs fought to struggle, but John firmly held them in place.

In Annabeth's brain, everything starting from her corruption was getting erased while the experience played back in her head.

So when Annabeth woke up, she would think she had simply passed out for a few hours after the mind-shattering orgasm she had received.

In truth, Annabeth had already submitted to John numerous times over the week.

And John, after fullt converting her, erased her memory each time, only because he enjoyed seeing Annabeth suffer.

John hummed to himself as he marched to his mansion where the ultimate prize for today was waiting.

It was time be paid his bed warmer a visit on his bed.