Perseus The Destroyer From Cybertron

9. We Go Mining!

Artemis flinched and took an involuntary step backwards. Feeling the point had been made, Percy eased off slightly.

The moon goddess blushed furiously, looking at him submissively.

He continued. "And I never told you to finger yourself when sucking me off, or kiss Thalia when I finished." He leaned in, a smirk upon his lips. "So could it be that you actually enjoyed being dominated by me?"

The moon goddess' mouth moved, though no words came out, her gaze flickering from side to side. He pulled back once he felt he had conveyed his point.

He sighed. "Why are we having this discussion? I don't like seeing the people I care about get hurt." He tilted his head. "Do you?"

She scoffed. "You're asking me like I have people I care about, other than the Hunters."

"Oh?" Percy raised an eyebrow. "Not even me?"

"Why would I care about you?"

He smirked and stepped closer, "I think I could make it worth your while."

Artemis swallowed nervously. "And how... how would you do that?"

He grinned. "Like this."

He wrapped his arms around her, his left hand settling at the small of her back while the right cupped the back of her head, and pulled her into a deep, loving kiss.

The goddess tensed for a moment as their lips met, then relaxed as the son of Poseidon's tongue curled around her's. She pressed her body against his, sending lewd little shivers running up and down her spine as she felt the thick, corded muscle of his athletic frame flex beneath his flawless skin.

He pulled back, gently nibbling on her bottom lip as he did so, eliciting a startled gasp that allowed him to dive back into her mouth with a passion. His kiss was like the ebb and flow of the tide, backing off and surging forth at random intervals, alternating between gentle and rough, keeping her on her toes as they traded tongues. His left hand ran down her back, pausing over her tight, round ass before sinking his fingers into the soft, succulent flesh.

She melted into his grasp, throwing her arms around his neck and pulling him in deeper, to which he freely obliged. His right hand, relieved of its duty in keeping Artemis in place, untangled itself from her silky, black hair and joined its counterpart at her rump. They squeezed, rolled, and kneaded the firm, plump cheeks of her bubble butt, forcing a low, needy moan from her throat.

After what seemed like an eternity of making out, Percy finally withdrew.

Both of them were panting as they caught their breath. The son of Poseidon sported a poorly concealed erection that manifested itself as a very prominent and unmistakable bulge in his cargo shorts. Artemis, meanwhile, was quivering with lust, her legs shaking as they pressed together in a futile attempt to suppress her arousal while her sweltering pussy leaked rivulets of juices down the inside of her thighs.

He squeezed his eyes shut, tensing his body as he concentrated on beating down his desire until he was reasonably certain he wouldn't try anything stupid. He opened his eyes once his breathing had evened out as well, and was met by the sight of Artemis with a hand down her shorts, brazenly fingering herself in front of him.

He could feel his resolve being tested again by the spectacle before him, but nonetheless managed to stay strong.

He walked over to Artemis and grabbed her hand, stopping her lewd motions and snapping her out of the lust-induced state she had sunk into. He brought her fingers up to his mouth, where he then proceeded to slowly licked them clean of their sweet, feminine juices. She shuddered, uttering sultry little whimpers each time his tongue dragged along her digits and sending heat pooling between her legs.