Sex Percy Jackson

Percy’s breath hitched as Annabeth’s hands gripped his hips, her nails digging into his skin with a possessiveness that sent shivers down his spine. The cold metal of the chastity cage around his cock felt like a cruel reminder of his predicament, but the heat pooling in his core was anything but remorseful. He could hear her breath, heavy and impatient, as she knelt behind him on the bed, her presence commanding and undeniable.

“You ready for this, Seaweed Brain?” Annabeth’s voice was a low purr, laced with a teasing edge that made Percy’s stomach flip. She didn’t wait for an answer—not that he could’ve given one coherently. He felt her fingers, slick with lube, tracing the rim of his entrance, and he couldn’t suppress the whimper that escaped his lips.

“Gods, Annabeth—” he started, but she cut him off with a sharp slap to his ass, the sting sending a jolt of pleasure straight to his caged cock.

“Don’t even try to act like you don’t want this,” she murmured, her voice dripping with dominance. Her fingers pressed in, slow but deliberate, and Percy’s back arched as he felt himself stretch around her. He bit his lip, the sensation overwhelming, but he didn’t dare pull away. He couldn’t.

“You’ve been begging for this all week,” she continued, curling her fingers just enough to make his knees buckle. “Don’t think I didn’t notice how you’ve been squirming every time I’m near you.”

Percy’s face burned, but he couldn’t deny it. It was true. Ever since the girls had come up with this “chastity challenge,” he’d been on edge, his body aching for release in ways he hadn’t anticipated. And Annabeth? She was the one who’d pushed him the most, her knowing smirks and lingering touches driving him to the brink of madness.

She withdrew her fingers, and Percy nearly whimpered at the loss, but he didn’t have to wait long. He felt the blunt head of her cock pressing against him, and his breath caught in his throat. Annabeth was relentless, wasting no time as she pushed in with a single, forceful thrust. Percy’s body tensed, his hands gripping the sheets as he groaned, the stretch and burn making his head spin.

“Fuck, Percy,” Annabeth breathed, her voice tight with restraint. “You’re so tight.” She paused for a moment, letting him adjust, but it was a fleeting mercy. Before he could catch his breath, she pulled back and slammed into him again, the impact driving a strangled cry from his lips.

The rhythm she set was punishing, each thrust driving him further into the mattress. The sound of skin against skin filled the room, mingling with Percy’s ragged breaths and Annabeth’s low grunts. She leaned over him, her chest pressed against his back, her breath hot against his ear.

“You’re taking me so well,” she murmured, her voice husky with exertion. “But I’m not done with you yet.” Her hand slid around his waist, her fingers brushing against the chastity cage, and Percy shuddered. The sensation was maddening—he could feel the pressure building, the need to release, but the cage kept him trapped, denying him any relief.

Annabeth’s hips snapped forward again, and this time, Percy couldn’t hold back the moan that tore from his throat. His cock throbbed in its confines, the pleasure and frustration colliding in a way that left him utterly at her mercy.

“You’re mine, Percy,” she growled, her thrusts growing more erratic. “Say it.”

“I’m— I’m yours,” he gasped, his voice trembling. “Gods, Annabeth, I’m yours.”

She didn’t respond with words. Instead, she reached her climax with a sharp, guttural cry, her body shuddering as she buried herself deep inside him. Percy felt every pulse of her release, the heat and intensity of it pushing him over the edge. His body convulsed, his caged cock spurting weakly, the pleasure somehow even more intense for being denied full release.

Annabeth collapsed on top of him, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she pressed her forehead against his back. Percy could feel her heart racing, her body still trembling with the aftershocks of her orgasm. He was spent, his limbs heavy and his mind foggy, but he couldn’t help the small, grateful sigh that escaped him.

“You’re a mess,” Annabeth teased, her voice soft and affectionate as she pulled out of him. She rolled onto her side, propping herself up on one elbow as she looked down at him, her gray eyes gleaming with satisfaction.

Percy groaned, too exhausted to come up with a witty retort. Instead, he just lay there, his body still tingling from the intensity of what had just happened. Annabeth reached over, her fingers tracing lazy circles on his hip, and he couldn’t help the shiver that ran through him.

“You think you can handle the others?” she asked, her tone light but with a hint of challenge. Percy’s eyes widened, but before he could respond, she leaned in, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispered, “Because I’m not the only one who’s been waiting for her turn.”

Percy’s throat went dry, his heart racing as he imagined what was to come. He wanted to say something, to protest—or maybe to beg—but Annabeth just smirked, her expression telling him all he needed to know. This was far from over.

“Get some rest, Percy,” she said, her voice soft but firm. “You’re going to need it.”