Coming of Age (Percy Jackson)

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*gasp* Aunty Em is WHO?! What a shocking turn of events!

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For some reason, staring at the provocative dusky-skinned woman propositioning him so brazenly… Percy comes to one simple conclusion. Annabeth and Clarisse will only be disappointed in him if he’s the one who gets taken advantage of here. On the other hand, if he’s the one doing the whole ‘taking advantage’ part of the deal, he somehow thinks that they’ll actually be far more approving.

Why? He couldn’t say. But he knows in his heart of hearts that it’s true. With that in mind, Percy slowly begins to move forward, prowling towards the bed like a particularly big cat or something. Aunty Em freezes up in response for a moment before slyly grinning.

“… And what if I wanted to take advantage of YOU instead, Aunty?”

A light blush develops on the beautiful woman’s cheeks. He can’t see her eyes, but he still catches how her head tilts ever so slightly… she’s glancing down at his crotch. The way she licks her lips for a moment only reinforces his certainty of that fact.

“Well… I certainly wouldn’t be one to complain, Percy. But please… if we’re going to get closer, you don’t need to call me Aunty or ma’am. Just call me… Em.”

Grinning right back at her, Percy finishes his journey over to the bed where Em waits for him. He reaches for her and she doesn’t do a thing to stop him, her pouty lips parting and her chest thrust out in his direction. His lips land on hers and the two of them kiss as Percy runs her hands up and down her curvy sides. She’s very much all woman, with a figure that could only be described as ‘hourglass’. And she was all his.

Best of all, it turned out that her dress was more of a wrap than anything. Meaning after a moment of his fingers tracing across her body and the garment covering it, Percy finds the point where a slow and steady tug brings the whole thing apart. Slowly, he pulls open Em’s dress and reveals her body, inch by beautiful inch. Kissing her deeply for a moment more, he then pulls back and slides her black dress down onto her arms, exposing her chest, her abdomen, and her crotch.

Em wastes no time in uncrossing her legs one last time, spreading them nice and wide. Percy finds himself caught upon her dusky caramel thighs for a moment, and her perfectly trimmed bush sat right atop a glistening wet slit. Her arousal is already evident, but he doesn’t want to rush things. Instead, his gaze slides further up her bared body to her trembling belly and then further on to her quivering breasts.

Each of her perfectly sculpted tits are capped with a dark nipple that’s already growing hard just from being in open air. Staring at them, Percy is entranced… and then he’s leaning forward and taking them in his mouth, one after the other.

Em moans for him as he focuses on her tits in particular. They’re just so perfect and perky and round. He grabs each breast by the base and gives them a good squeeze, lifting them up from her chest into his waiting mouth. His tongue swirls around one nipple and his teeth nibble at it for a moment before he then pulls back and transitions to the other one to repeat the actions.

“Oh Percy… such an, a-ah, attentive lover…”

He’s happy to hear it. There’s just one minor problem, truth be told. When he looks up at her, he’s looking into those sunglasses she’s wearing. Not her eyes. Em is all leaned back, naked and bared before him, but she’s still wearing those dark shades, hiding her gaze from his view. Even with his current position, she’s got her chin tucked in so that he can’t look up under the rim of her sunglasses.

It’s a little strange, admittedly. Slightly off-putting. Grover’s words from before echo through his mind. About monsters and fattening up their prey. But… no. Em doesn’t seem like a monster to him. And sure, Percy is rather new to this demigod business. His only experiences with monsters so far have been the Furies, the Minotaur, and the Hellhound.

Beyond that, he doesn’t actually know what most monsters might really be like. Only what he remembers from various myths.

On the other hand though, Annabeth and Clarisse had a ton of experience with monsters right? Or at least, they had more experience with monsters than Percy did, since he was the new guy and all. And neither of them had seemed to have any issue with Em. So… it was fine, right?

And yet, Percy couldn’t help himself. He was curious. And tempted. And so, as he suckles at her breasts, nibbling at her teats, Percy slowly reaches up towards her glasses, intending to take them off so he could see the look in her eyes as he pleasured her.

He almost gets there as well. Perhaps Em had her eyes lidded by the pleasure. But no, just before he touches the glasses, her hand comes up quick as a whip and grabs him by the wrist.

“… Please don’t, Percy.”

Frowning slightly at her surprising strength, Percy pulls back from her breast. Em immediately releases him and with a flush, pulls back further onto the bed.

“The shades stay on, please. As does the turban. But the rest of me… is all yours~”

She shucks off her open dress at that point, treating it like a robe as she discards it and leaves herself fully naked. Then, she turns over onto her front, going onto all fours as she looks back over her shoulder at him and waves her ass in his direction. Admittedly, he’s drawn in by the sight of her puffy pussy lips perfectly framed between her thighs. INCREDIBLY drawn in.

To be fair, he’d never intended to mess with her turban. Percy wasn’t some culturally insensitive asshat or anything like that. He’d assumed the turban had something to do with her culture or religion and was always going to leave it alone for her to decide if she wanted to undo or not. That said, the sunglasses were something else… right? Or maybe he WAS being culturally insensitive after all?

Arching her back and lifting her hips into the air, Em reaches back under herself between her legs and spreads her slit wide with her fingers in invitation.

… Yeah. He was being culturally insensitive. There was no reason he NEEDED to have the glasses off. They could definitely stay on. Needless to say, Percy isn’t the type to look a gift horse in the mouth. He’s already rock hard after all, and sure there are warning signs everywhere but… well, it is what it is.

Stepping forward, he reaches down and frees his cock from his jeans. It comes springing out ready to party, throbbing and fully erect. Em coos when she sees it, looking back over her shoulder still and licking her lips in anticipation.

“Give it to me, Percy. Give me your big fat cock~”

Grabbing her by the hips with both hands, his member twitching with arousal, Percy lines up and does precisely that. His cock slips against her entrance a couple times, but with her holding her lower lips apart, it doesn’t take more than a handful of seconds for him to find purchase and thrust inward. His cock spreads Em even more than her fingers already were, making the dusky-skinned woman groan and moan her loudest yet as she shudders on the bed before him.

Percy, meanwhile, groans at how tight and wet she is. Her pussy wraps around his dick like it was made for it, a snug fit… but also a sopping fit, one that has Percy shuddering in pleasure. That said, he’d already decided that HE was going to be the one taking advantage of Em here. So… he’d best get started on that. Digging his fingers deeper into her hips, Percy starts to thrust, rapidly picking up the pace and fucking her harder and faster as the beautiful woman gasps and jolts on his cock, her body jostled by his powerful thrusts.

“O-Oh Percy! You’re s-so rough! Nnngh, like a stallion!”

Percy just grunts. The comparison is nice… and actually kind of apt. Wasn’t one of his father’s domains ‘horses’ after all? Regardless, he doesn’t let up. His cock continues to pound Em’s pussy, giving it the gorgeous business owner with all his might. He wants to make her feel good, truth be told. He wants to thank her properly for her help. After the bus debacle, they’d needed a win. Aunty Em’s Emporium had shown up like it was heaven sent out of nowhere, a true light in the darkness after they’d stumbled through a storm-filled forest for what felt like hours.

Em was a godsend, and Percy was going to treat her like one. Fucking her like his life depends on it, he really gives it to her harder and faster than he’s ever fucked any woman before. He fucks her like an animal, and she responds like one too, squealing and moaning and hissing under him.

Honestly, he’s half-expecting the others to come barging in with how much noise Em is making. But they never do… and he can’t quite bring himself to try to stop her. Grunting, Percy tosses his head back as he redoubles his pace and gets even more of her lewd cries from her. Pounding deeper and deeper into her pussy, plowing her as her back arches and her snake hair tosses and hisses and flies all over the- wait, what?

Percy’s head snaps forward, his eyes snapping ALL the way open as he takes in Em’s… situation. Still fucking her from behind, the young demigod sees that the roughness with which he’s pounded her pussy has resulted in… well, her turban coming undone. Something that it would seem Em hasn’t noticed yet, or else she might have said something.

As it is, Percy finds himself staring at the head of snakes instead of hair that the gorgeous, dusky-skinned woman is currently sporting. No, not woman… monster. Gorgon, specifically. Or rather… Medusa.

Percy’s eyes snap shut as he realizes who he’s dealing with. Aunty Em. Aka Medusa. No wonder she wore sunglasses and a turban. But then, why hadn’t her snakes turned him to stone? As he thinks over the last few seconds in his mind’s eye, he comes to a plain and simple conclusion… none of her hair snakes had been looking his direction. Instead, they’d all had their tongues out and were hissing out their own pleasure, slitted eyes going all over the place except for looking his way.

“Percy? Ah! My turban!”

Of course, in processing all of this, with his eyes still shut, Percy has slowed down. A lot. He’s still buried in Medusa’s quim as she realizes why he’s stopped fucking her however. For a moment, he freezes in place, wondering if he can pull Riptide out fast enough to survive. But probably not. He should have listened to Grover…

He hears movement, but there’s no attack. Nor does Medusa try to pull away from him either. Instead, it sounds like she’s putting her turban back into place for some reason.

“Percy… Percy, you needn’t worry. I’m not going to harm you. I’ve fixed up my turban. It’s safe to open your eyes.”

He does not open his eyes. Grimacing, Percy considers his options for a moment.

“… You’ll understand why I’m kind of leery to do so. You ARE Medusa, aren’t you?”

A light giggle comes from the immortal, ancient monster woman. She might SEEM like an absurdly beautiful young woman, but now that Percy knows who she is, he knows she’s thousands of years old.

“I am, Percy. Which is precisely why you should know I don’t intend to harm you. Yes, it was your namesake who slew me in my sleep and paraded my head around for quite a long time. But it was your father who I loved, once long ago. Your father who, until now, gave me the best sex of my life. Let me tell you, you were well on your way to surpassing him before we stopped.”

Embarrassingly enough, that of all things is what causes Percy to open his eyes again. Thankfully, Medusa was telling the truth about it being safe. She still has her sunglasses on, and she has the turban in place once more. Though now that he’s looking for it, he sees the turban… shifting every once in a while.

Groaning, Percy gives Medusa an imploring look now that the danger is past.

“Please don’t say things like that.”

Giving him a coy, sultry grin, Medusa lets out a tinkling laugh.

“And whyever not? It’s the truth.”

“… Because as much as I think he was proud of me when he claimed me after Hestia gave me a titjob, I don’t really want him to turn around and disown me for showing him up with a past lover.”

Medusa’s jaw drops open at that, and she coos in delight.

“Oh my. Now THAT sounds like a story I HAVE to hear~”

Sighing, Percy endeavors to get her to shut up in the only way he knows how. No, not by pulling out Riptide to behead her, he’s not a jackass. He shuts her up by fucking her some more, hoping to get her to go back to those lewd cries of hers as he pounds her pussy from behind. And hey, wouldn’t you know it? It actually works! He’s careful not to fuck her TOO hard this time around, just to avoid another turban incident. He doesn’t know if he’ll get as lucky as the first time after all.

But he still fucks her solidly and for as long as he can manage, bringing Medusa of all people to multiple explosive climaxes before finally spilling his seed inside of her with one final groan of his own. She doesn’t raise a single protest as he creampies her, moaning up a storm the entire while and shuddering under him, her smoking hot body quivering for a moment before going still.

Pulling out, Percy rolls over onto his back, panting heavily as Medusa collapses right next to him, also struggling to catch her breath. Her hand comes up and runs along his chest for a moment, toying with his shirt before she lets out a breathless happy sigh.

“You were… at least as good as your father, Percy.”

He shoots the gorgon a grateful look at that, only to tense up a moment later at the very next words out of her mouth.

“Now, if you will just agree to leave the Daughter of Athena with me when you depart from this place, I would be happy to let you and your other two allies go in peace.”

Well… shit.

[X] Try and talk things out, the sex has to be good for something right? - 94%