Dealing with Drama

Swimming Sessions: Part 2

Time: Same Time

Percy woke up, slightly disoriented, though that was contributed to not only by the natural sleepiness that clogged his mental capacities.

No, quite, on the contrary, it was the same disorientation that accompanied waking up in the middle of somewhere unfamiliar, amidst a flurry of activity that only served to further inhibit all his thought processes, though in a much welcome manner, a nice break from waking up in the middle of a battle.

An unwitting moan escaped his lips as he felt truckloads of bliss assault his body from all directions, making him feel like he was swimming on Elysian clouds, his heavy eyelids fluttering open to a face full of caramel hair.

He tried to gather his bearings, feeling the gentle swaying of his body with the waves, the familiar coolness of waking up underwater, his hair tousled about, interrupted by the familiar heat of passion, the gentle caress of the sunlight on his face interrupted by the silky hair that floated about in his face, similar to the warm bodies pressed against him, letting him enjoy their comfortable warmth that made him feel all fuzzy and cuddly.

But this was not the time for cuddles.

It took him some time to realise that someone was sucking his face off, and it took him even longer to properly reciprocate, their lips moving in sync and coaxing a moan out of his passionate romancer, realising that it was Calypso by her beautiful caramel hair and familiar, comforting scent. Her soft lips, a delicious course in and of itself, moulding against his as she hugged him tightly, moaning into his mouth as Percy wrapped his strong arms around her waist, ensuring that she could not leave his arms, pressing her as tightly as he could against his broad, muscle packed chest.

Percy growled, feeling his cock twitch and throb as he felt her soft body, practically naked, press against his, her bare skin, so warm and smooth and soft, on his. Her heavenly tits mashed against his chest, her stiff nipples poking him slightly through the thin silk of her bikini top, her soft stomach pressed against his abdomen and her thick thighs, which constantly tested his self-control, wrapped around one of his legs.

Percy's hands wandered lower, to cup Calypso's perfect, firm ass, and making her moan even louder into his lips as she finally broke their passionate liplock, golden-cheeked and breathless, staring down at him with dark amber eyes hazy with lust. Her soft caramel hair floating about her head made her look like an angel as she chewed nervously on her lower lip, eyeing him shyly and making him growl at her innocent act. The sunlight filtered through her hair, making her entire visage glow, playing beautiful patterns that danced across her slightly tanned skin.

Talking of innocent acts, where was Hestia?

It took Percy a few more moments, as he continued to grope Calypso's delectable piece of bubble butt absentmindedly, to realise the soft lips wrapped around his thick meat, sucking him off hungrily, trying to coax his load out of him.

His lips parted as a moan was forced from his lips, his back arching as he bucked his hips, trying to force his cock deeper in Hestia's throat, trying to get her to take him deeper, maddened by her teasing sucking on his meat.

How had he not noticed her when he had woken up first?

Fuck.

He craned his neck, trying to look over Calypso, who was sucking on his neck, attempting to leave a hickey marking him as hers, at the hearth goddess sucking him off brazenly, with a hunger that betrayed her bottled lust.