Percy Jackson: The Firstborn

Chapter 210: Chapter 210: Getting fuck up tonight R18

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Yasaka deepened the kiss and Damon’s hand closed around her waist. She pressed herself against him, her tails moving behind her back until they brushed against Amaterasu’s arm, who was still sitting at his side.

”About time,” Amaterasu said, laughing softly, and leaned in to press a kiss to Damon’s temple.

Yasaka looked at her over her shoulder, kissed Damon again with more intent, and her fingers tangled in his hair to tilt his head back. Their tongues twisted together, but in the end it was Damon who set the rhythm of the kiss, pulling a hoarse sound from the yokai queen that she didn’t try to hold back.

Damon tugged at Yasaka’s black obi and the kimono gave way just barely, without falling, still clinging to her body while she stayed pressed against Damon. Amaterasu remained at his back, her cheek resting on his shoulder; when Damon turned his head to her, the goddess kissed him without hesitation. His mouth still tasted of Yasaka, and Amaterasu ran her tongue over her lips as she pulled away, before settling at the other end of the couch and tucking her legs beneath her.

Yasaka followed her friend with her eyes until she was settled at the other end of the couch, then turned back to Damon. She pushed him back until his spine hit the backrest and settled onto his lap. ”Tonight I want to be the one who decides,” she said with intensity, her mouth pressed to his, and her hands went to the buttons of his shirt.

Damon said nothing. He let her reach the third button, then took her wrists, moved them aside calmly, and finished the rest himself, one pull that popped every button at once.

”We’ll see if you’re ready for that, won’t we?” said the redhead, his lips curling against hers. He was starting to get an idea of what Yasaka was like once she left her usual composure behind.

Amusement glinted in the kitsune’s eyes, and something closer to a challenge. Before she could answer, Damon rose abruptly. A small ”eep” escaped Yasaka as he grabbed her by the thighs and lifted her like she weighed nothing. Her tails wrapped around the redhead’s waist on pure reflex as Damon settled her against his chest.

Amaterasu jumped from the couch onto her beloved’s back without a word, wrapping her arms around his neck and pressing her lips to his throat, leaving small bites as she breathed in his scent deep. ”Two against one,” the goddess murmured against his skin.

Damon just laughed low and kept walking.

The temple hallways were empty at that hour. The torchlight stretched across the stone as Damon crossed with Yasaka in his arms and Amaterasu on his back, and the sound of kisses and low laughter bounced off the walls. Yasaka had finished opening his shirt; her palms roamed over Damon’s chest. ”Hmm, I like it,” the kitsune murmured with delight, and her nails raked over the redhead’s muscles while Damon’s mouth found the yokai’s throat, biting here and there. Amaterasu’s fingers tangled in his hair from behind, pulling just barely, her hot breath at his ear.

None of the three said anything else until the door to the chambers closed behind them.

Damon sat her on the edge of the bed but didn’t let her go; he kept one hand at the nape of her neck and the other on her hip. When Yasaka tried to find his mouth, he turned his face just slightly and the kiss landed at the corner, half-given. ”That was on purpose,” she said.

”And you still don’t know how many more times I’m going to do it,” Damon replied, and the smile reached his eyes before his mouth.

Amaterasu rolled her eyes. ”Dear, I told you when we started: once something gets into this one’s head, no deal is worth anything. You saw it coming yourself.”

Yasaka wanted to answer, but Damon chose that moment to slide his hand inside the open kimono, from her hip up to her waist, unhurried, and the sentence died halfway. The next thing out of her mouth was a short ”ah—” of surprise, and her pride fought her body for a moment before she decided to surrender.

Damon took her wrists and held them still above her head while he kissed her throat. She let out a small giggle at the tickling, only to be cut off when Damon bit her shoulder and kept going down, making the blonde-haired woman let out a gasp.

”D-don’t think this means anything,” the kitsune said, trying to play tough, but her breathing had already picked up, and her fox ears, pressed flat against her head, told another story.

Damon released her wrists and parted her thighs with his hands, Yasaka simply letting herself be carried along, not even trying to cover herself or anything. While the redhead moved her panties aside with his teeth.

Damon took a moment to appreciate the older woman’s perfectly trimmed private area and, without wasting more time, buried his face between her legs, giving a first slow lick, bottom to top, whole, that tore from Yasaka a sound she hadn’t made in a long time: ”Damon, that, don’t stop,” the blonde-haired woman moaned instinctively.

Damon set his own pace, keeping her legs open and making sure she stayed still when she tried to move. Flat tongue, then the tip, then a short circle over her clit that made her grab the bed with both hands.

”Ohh my—,” the yokai started, and had to swallow to keep going, cutting off what she was going to say halfway.

”Looks like you’re enjoying it, Yasaka-chan,” Damon said against her skin, and the hot air of his reply made her tremble all over.

With a smile, Damon ran a finger over her entrance, just barely, and Yasaka pushed against his hand, chasing it. He pulled it away deliberately, gave another lick, even slower, making Yasaka let out a low growl of frustration.

”Stop doing that already,” she said, and her voice came out dragged, with the edge of someone used to giving orders and suddenly unable to.

”Now, now, let’s not be impatient,” Damon said. ”Good things take time to come, don’t they?”

Behind him, Amaterasu had moved in silence until she was kneeling at his back, her cheek resting on his shoulder. ”Sounds different once the run-around runs out, doesn’t it?” she murmured, a little surprised by how her friend was acting, and ran a hand through Damon’s long hair without taking her eyes off her friend.

Without warning, Damon pushed two fingers inside her that curled, finding the exact spot with expert ease while his mouth returned to her clit.

Yasaka didn’t even try to play tough anymore, losing the composure of years of sexual restraint, the yokai’s hands instinctively falling on Damon’s head, pushing him as deep as possible into her area. Damon fucked her with his fingers without mercy. ”ohhhh fck haha,” Yasaka’s eyes rolled back a little as she let out laughs, and she threw her head back, tongue out, while Damon sucked her clit with force, and the wet sound of his fingers entering her. Schilk... schilk... schilk... was the only thing heard in the room.

Yasaka spread her legs as wide as she could, her legs starting to tremble: ”Ahhhh, Yesssss,” and, without warning, the yokai stuck out her tongue and a strong squirt shot out everywhere. ”I’M CUMMING!” — the kitsune screamed, her back arching while her walls gripped his fingers, soaking the redhead’s chin with her juices while he kept fucking her with his fingers, stretching out her orgasm only for another one to be about to come.

”Ohhh, wait, wait,” Yasaka tried to push Damon’s head away, only for him to suck harder. Yasaka’s eyes rolled back. ”AHHH AHHH—,” she came, her juices at this point soaking the bed beneath her.

”Hihmm... himm...” Yasaka squeezed his head between her thighs, trembling in long intervals that shook her whole body.

Damon let himself finish cleaning the juices around her lower lips, cleaning her perfectly until the spasms began to subside. Then he climbed up her body, kissing her belly until he reached her mouth. Yasaka was breathless. ”That was magnificent,” the Kyuubi said, unable to remember the last time she’d even had an orgasm like that.

”That was the appetizer,” Damon interrupted, and ran his thumb over her lower lip, slowly.

Yasaka looked at him, her golden eyes gleaming with desire. The yokai sat up slowly and put her hands on the redhead’s belt. ”I’m going to ride you,” she said, her voice still hoarse. ”And you’re going to let me.”

”Sure?” Damon asked, and did nothing to help her.

She frowned. She grabbed his belt harder, pulled, and when his pants gave way and her hand found what she was looking for, she went still for a moment, surprised by the size. ”Well,” she stammered, and cleared her throat. ”This changes things a little.”

”Is that so?” Damon asked, and put his hands on her hips, right where she wanted to be. ”Tell me how.”

Yasaka looked him in the eyes, licking her lips; she didn’t even want to explain herself right now; the only thing she wanted was one thing: ”Fuck me,” she said in a low voice. ”Fuck me, Damon, please.”

Damon smiled, settled her properly, and took her face between his hands to kiss her calmly while he filled her, centimeter by centimeter — and Yasaka went still, eyes open, her tails trembling behind her with happiness, biting her lip so she wouldn’t cry from how good it was. When he was fully inside, Damon went still, then proceeded to kiss her forehead.

”Like this?” he said.

”You son of a bitch,” Yasaka said, her voice breaking, and dug her nails into his back. ”Move. Move or I swear I’ll—”

”Don’t threaten me,” Damon said, and moved his hips just barely, a short shift that made her swallow the whole sentence. From behind him, Amaterasu let out a low laugh and wrapped her arms around his chest, settling her chin on his shoulder to see better. ”Ask nicely, Yasaka-chan.”

Yasaka looked for her friend with her eyes, as if she’d just remembered she was there. Damon had her mind in shreds. She swallowed, and her voice came out without a gram of dignity. ”Please, Damon, fuck this little vixen’s pussy until I forget my own name.”

Damon smiled at her with sweetness: ”That’s better,” and without further ado, the god began to move with the first deep thrusts. Yasaka lost her breath instantly. The second shook her to the bone. By the third she was already spreading her legs wider, chasing him, her hands desperately trying to cling to him while a sound that wasn’t a moan came out, more like an animal roar.

”Ah— a-ahh—,” the kitsune broke, her voice splitting with each thrust of his hips. ”Oh lord—, like that, like that, don’t stop—”

”You like it?” he asked, and his hips set a calm, deliberate rhythm that had her on the edge without giving her anything. ”Is that how you want me to fuck you, Yasaka-chan?”

”Yes—, yes, fuck, fuck me—” She threw her head back, mouth open, eyes half-closed, babbling ”Harder—, Damon—, I’m begging you—”

Damon brought one hand down to Yasaka’s chest and played with a hardened nipple between his fingers while staying so deep that Yasaka would swear she was about to go crazy. She let out a growl of frustration that turned into a long whine when he slowed to almost a stop.

”No, no, no—, what are you doing?”, she protested, moving her hips on her own, chasing the rhythm he was denying her. ”Damon—, you bastard—, don’t stop—”

”Is that the yokai queen?”, Damon smiled against her neck, pure sweet venom. ”A little vixen begging because she wants to be fucked? Ask me nicely and I’ll give you everything.”

”I’m asking—, I’m asking you—” Her voice came out broken, without a gram of dignity, and she no longer cared. ”Please, Damon—, fuck me—, fuck me hard, make me yours—”

That was all he needed to hear.

Damon grabbed her by the legs and mounted her, folding her legs over his shoulders. Yasaka barely had time to breathe before he filled her again, this time without mercy, his hips slamming into her with a rhythm that pulled the sounds out of her in gushes.

”OHHH—! Yes—, like that—!”, the kitsune screamed, her eyes rolling up, tongue out, giving the redhead a perfect whore’s look as she screamed. ”Damon—! More—, more—!”

Damon looked at her from above — the yokai queen in pieces beneath him — and a satisfied smile crossed his face.

”You look better like this,” he said, moving his hips with force, each thrust making her bounce against the bed. ”Save that queen’s composure for another day. Right now you’re just a vixen in heat.”

”Yes—, yes, I’m your vixen—”, Yasaka moaned, the words coming out without a filter, her brain turned to mush. ”Your vixen, Damon—, no one else’s—, fuck, don’t stop—”

Meanwhile, Amaterasu watched the scene completely captivated while she masturbated herself watching her best friend being fucked. ”Centuries ruling Kyoto and it took five minutes for you to forget even your own name.”

”Shut up—, Ama—”, Yasaka panted between thrusts, and even that came out without strength. ”You—, ahh—, you’re going to—”

”Of course I am,” Amaterasu cut her off, with a smile. ”I want my darling to fuck me even harder.”

With one hand on Yasaka’s chest and the other on her hip, Damon sped up until the rhythm turned brutal. The sound of bodies colliding filled the room, mixed with the broken moans of the kitsune, who no longer even formed complete words.

”A-ahh—! A-ahh—! D-Damon—!”, she sobbed, her toes curling, her nails scratching his back until they left marks. ”I’m going to cum—, again—, I can’t—”

”You can,” Damon said against her mouth, without slowing down one bit. ”Cum. I want to feel you squeeze around me again.”

”No—, I can’t—, it’s too much—” But her body responded before her mouth: her walls squeezing him, her belly contracting. ”Ahh—, ahh—, I’M CUMMING—!”

The scream escaped her whole, torn, while the orgasm shook her from head to toe. Her legs trembled over Damon’s shoulders, her mouth open in a grimace of pure pleasure; and he kept moving, driving through her, stretching her fall until she could no longer even moan, only pant like a bitch in heat under his gaze.

”There it is,” Damon murmured, lowering to kiss her throat while he stayed inside her, feeling her throb around him. ”How pretty you look when you stop fighting.”

Yasaka didn’t answer. She hugged him with her legs, trembling in long intervals, and when she finally caught her breath it was to say something that came from the bottom of her soul, without thinking:

”K-keep going,” she said, her voice destroyed, and put her hands on his face to force him to look at her. ”Don’t stop until you also— until you cum inside me, I want to feel it, I want to feel every drop—”

”Is that what you want, vixen?”

”Yes, daddy,” she said, without shame, her lips pressed to his. ”Make me a mother again; I want your children.”

Damon was surprised by what was said, but he could see that Yasaka was really serious and, with that renewed vigor, Damon gave her, as she asked, until the kitsune came about 3 more times, while Damon buried himself to the hilt and spilled inside her, with a growl that vibrated in the yokai’s chest as she was filled and claimed by her male like the vixen she was.

Yasaka stayed beneath him, breathless, her legs completely open and her pussy red from Damon’s devastating thrusts, but the smile of pure satisfaction on her lips made clear how happy the Kyuubi was right now.

That said, the night was far from over.

When Damon raised his head, Amaterasu was already watching from the edge of the bed, her golden eyes lit up, her breathing agitated. She didn’t need to say anything. She brought her hands to her kimono and opened it with one pull, without ceremony, and threw herself onto the bed on all fours, her ass up, her face buried in the pillow.

”My turn, darling,” she said, the goddess eager.

Damon didn’t think twice. He took her by the hips and fucked her just like Yasaka, thrusting into her again and again, filling her to the hilt, until the sun goddess moaned his name breathlessly and came once, and again, and again.

And so they spent the whole night. Without respite, without rest, taking turns among the three, their sweaty bodies sticking together and separating to the rhythm of the thrusts, fucking like rabbits for eternity.

Living happily ever after...

The end.