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Annabeth had worn her best lingerie. All lace, delicate patterns, reminiscent of waves and owls. A true tribute to her mother's role as Goddess of crafts and weaving. Annabeth had somewhat anticipated them getting ruined, it was a special night after all. And yes, her panties were soaking wet from her arousal, but she hadn't expected her tears to stain her bra.

“Please,” She begged through the tears. “please can't you just stop and then we can…we can talk about this…”

They did not stop.

“Sorry Annabeth,” Nico said, a rare smile plastered across his face. “Once we…ugh…Big Three kids get going…we…fuck…we don't stop…oh yes.”

He threw her a sharp glance, then a wink.

“But…ha…you should know that already huh?” He gasped.

If Nico di Angelo was being uncharacteristically cocky, then at the very least he deserved it. After all, he was riding his longtime crush in front of said crush’s girlfriend.

Percy lay on the bed, giving the occasional soft sigh as he jerked his hips upward into the Son of Hades, occasionally using his hands to lift or lower Nico as required. However Nico was certainly doing his part with vigor, bouncing as hard as he could, moaning at the sensation of having his ass stuffed. His cock bounced freely in the air, proudly showing how much he enjoyed his victory. Riding reverse cowgirl so he could stare down Annabeth was just icing on the cake.

“Fuck he's so big,” Nico moaned. “If I had known getting fucked by him was this good…oh yeah right there…I would have stolen him years ago…”

“Sss…St…stolen?” Annabeth gasped. To which Nico gave a cruel laugh.

“What, did you think this was going to be a one time thing?” Nico asked. “Ha…no he's mine now…my boyfriend…my giant…fucking…cock…”

That just made Annabeth break down into tears again, sobbing desperately. It was not a pretty sight, she was an ugly crier.

“Oh get over…oh…get over it,” Nico said, rolling his eyes. “Will was much more understanding about this. Barely even cried at all…fuck Percy you're so good at this.”

“So are you,” Percy said, rubbing Nico's ass cheeks as he continued to pound away.

“Better than her right?”

“So much better,” Percy repeated, breaking Annabeth even further.

“No clit to miss, no moods to manage, no hidden g-spots or fake orgasms,” Nico rambled. “Just cock and asshole.”

“Cock and asshole,” Percy repeated, picking up the pace. “I'm close.”

“Then finish stud,” Nico said. “I'm not like this princess over here, I won't stretch out so easily. Fill me up with that incredible cum of yours.”

“Percy please!” Annabeth said. “Please stop!”

“Mmmm,” Nico purred. “Sorry Chase, but you're nodhmm…nothing now. Not while I'm here. Not when he has me to fuck.”

If that was true, and it was becoming increasingly apparent that it was, the best thing for Annabeth would have been to stand up and leave. To abandon the depravity in search of something to fill the void in her heart. Instead she stayed rooted to her seat, as Percy came into Nico's ass, the Son of Hades getting very as he was filled by his lover.

“Fuck fuck FUCK!” Nico shouted. “Fuck that's it right there.”

Annabeth could barely see, tears filling her eyes, hearing only Nico's moans and Percy’s satisfied grunts. Then she heard the mattress creaking, and bodies shifting. When her eyes cleared she realized she was staring Percy in the face. He was on the bed in front of her, on his hands and knees.

“Percy,” She whimpered.

“Hey,” he said. “I'm sorry…”

“You are?” She breathed desperately.

“Sorry that you wasted some perfectly good lace,” he continued, smirking. “I mean really? Lingerie? Surely a girl like you could think of something smarter.”

And that just made Annabeth cry more.

“Oh don't be too hard on her,” Nico said, now kneeling behind Percy, opposite Annabeth. “After all she was dumb enough to think you'd stay with her. Even though I can do all the things she can't…”

He was lining up his cock with Percy's ass, she realized, a jolt going through her pussy despite her tears.

“Like this…” He said, gasping as he pushed into Percy. Percy gave a whorish moan.

Annabeth blubbered something about strap-ons, which just made both of the men on the bed laugh.

“It's…it's…different,” Percy managed to say between moans. “Oooaaah so warm and…ahh Nico please…alive. I could dooooo…this for the rest of my…LIFE!”

Percy’s volume shot up as Nico buried his entire shaft into Percy’s asshole.

“Longer than that,” Nico reminded Percy, moving his hips in and out of Percy slowly. “I'm a Prince of the Underworld remember? We can spend eternity in the Palace, or Elysium, just feeling good. Maybe we can even have some more people watch.”

Annabeth whimpered. Not even eternal paradise could free her from this, so it seemed. She should go. She should look away, run away, scream, something. But she couldn't. The sight of Percy, her big, powerful Percy, crumbling beneath the lithe figure of Nico di Angelo…it was just too compelling to ignore.

“Yes yes uhHHH yes fuck me fuck me,” Percy moaned as Nico picked up the pace. “Please harder, please.”

The slapping of hips grew louder, as did Percy's moans.

“Hey Annabeth,” Nico said, drawing her attention despite her better judgement. “Percy’s getting kind of loud, could you stuff some of that useless underwear in his mouth?”

Annabeth blinked through her tears in confusion.

“Not the panties,” Nico elaborated. “He doesn't need any pussy anymore, but the bra should do nicely.”

Annabeth could do nothing but obey reluctantly. She sobbed heavily as she reached behind herself and unclasped her fancy bra, fumbling as she did so, still mostly paying attention to the scene before her. Nico was locked onto her stripping, but without a hint of attraction. Just pure condescension and victorious glee. And Percy, her Percy was gone. His eyes vacant, barely even noticing her as he rode the pleasure.

Tears once again running down her cheeks, she stuffed the lacy bra into his mouth, muffling his moans. At least she was contributing something.