Chapter 2: Building Tension
Annabeth Chase could feel the curiosity radiating from Gabe's small, beady eyes. He licked his lips, greedy eyes raking over her voluptuous figure. The man looked like a tuskless walrus in thrift-store clothes - a double chin and bald but for three black hairs combed over his scalp. It would be a lie to say she didn't find him repulsive. But when it came to survival, Annabeth would stomach much worse than this.
Gabe had been petrified by Sally Jackson, Percy's mom.
The aftermath of that affair led to his hatred manifesting into something very tangible. A curse which the fate detected will trigger upon Percy's marriage.
If she can resolve that curse, it will make Percy finally have his peaceful life. Unfortunately Gabe's gaze and touch on her nipples suggests that the sight of her body might be more than she need to offer to resolve the curse.
"Stop gawking, you walrus," she snapped, crossing her arms. "What kind of lady do you think I am?"
Gabe moved closer, his eyes hungry for more. "The kind who uses everything at her disposal," he said, resting his hand on her hip.
The heat of his palm burned through the fabric of her dress, making her heart race. She should push him away, scream for help - do something. But she needed to see this through, for Percy's sake.
So she leaned in with her bare nipples brushing against his arms, locking eyes with Gabe. "You're damn right," she purred, pressing herself against his bulging belly.
Her hand trailed down, grazing the bulge in his pants. He groaned, and she smirked, relishing in the power she held over him. The idea of using her body to save Percy was absurd, but she couldn't deny the thrill it gave her.
She led him to the bedroom, ignoring the filth that surrounded them. The once-white sheets were yellowed, crumpled, and stained.
Annabeth didn't bother hiding her disgust as she pushed Gabe down onto the bed. She couldn't believe she was actually going through this - offering her body as part of some sinister agreement.
But she pushed that thought aside as she crawled onto the bed, straddling Gabe's hips. Her dress hiked up to her waist, revealing her bare thighs. She leaned forward, biting her bottom lip as she drew lazy circles on Gabe's flabby chest with her fingertips.
His heavy breathing fogged up her ear as his hands roamed across her skin, cupping her breasts, pinching her nipples.
"Gods, your tits are magnificent," he gasped, squeezing roughly.
Annabeth stifled a moan and instead arched her back, encouraging him to explore further. Beneath the surface of her hesitance, pleasure bubbled in her veins. She would not let this monster ruin her, but Aphrodite’s blessing is already starting to show its side effects. Her pussy getting wet with juices even without any stimulation.
She moved her hips tantalizingly, sliding her dripping core against his surprisingly large rock-hard erection. Only 6 inches, but it was still twice of what she’s used to, Percy himself being a modest 3 inches.
Gabe's fingers tweaked at her nipples, and her body shivered despite her disgust. Annabeth covered her mouth to stifle a moan, deciding to focus on the task at hand.
"You want this, don't you?" Gabe climbed to sit on the bed, pawing at her thighs. "This is the fastest way to break that curse, my dear," he whispered roughly in her ear, breathing hot air on her neck.
Then his hand snaked down her body, searching for the wet folds between her legs.
She closed her eyes, drowning herself in the pleasure that pooled in her abdomen. Ignoring Gabe's repulsiveness, she allowed herself to enjoy the sensation. It was like a hidden well of arousal that she could only share with Percy before. It scared her. She could feel that she was starting to lose control, and it was unlike her.
Annabeth prided herself on being a strong-willed woman, but this monster of a man, Gabe, was making her feel things she'd never felt before.
"Fuck," she whispered as Gabe's fingers plunged inside her, curving to hit the right spot. Her back arched, her breasts pressing into his flabby chest as she struggled to maintain her composure. The sex had become raw and animalistic as they both succumbed to their desires.
Gabe's fingers thrust mercilessly into Annabeth, his other hand hungrily groping her breasts. Her moans of pleasure filled the room, and there was no denying that the sex was liberating, even if only for a short while.
Her body shivered, and she could feel the familiar tension building in her core. Her heart raced as the pleasure reached a boiling point, and she arched her back, digging her nails into Gabe's back.
He groaned and increased his pace, driving his fingers deeper inside her. She closed her eyes, biting her bottom lip as she felt herself closer to the edge.
"Come on, my dear," Gabe whispered in her ear, nipping at her earlobe. The sensation sent goosebumps all over her skin, and she let out a frustrated moan as she faltered in her release. "Don't hold back," Gabe urged, his hot breath tickling her ear.
"Let go, my dear."
His words fueled the fire burning in her core, and she let out a keening moan as her orgasm tore through her. Annabeth's whole body shuddered as waves of pleasure washed over her, her muscles contracting around Gabe's fingers. "Gods, yes," she gasped, her voice raw with ecstasy.
But even as the last spasms of her climax ebbed away, she couldn't shake the sense of guilt that threatened to drown her.
The way she'd just let go, given in to the raw, carnal pleasure of the moment - it was unlike her. And the fact that it was Gabe she'd done it with, the man who could hold Percy's fate in his hands - that made it all the worse.
Still, even as she lay there, panting and vulnerable, she couldn't deny the lingering pleasure that thrummed through her veins. It was like a drug, a powerful aphrodisiac that clouded her judgement and left her craving more.
In that blinding moment she forgot who she was, what she stood for - all that mattered was the sweet release as she climbed to new heights of ecstasy. Even as Gabe started to thrust into her, she couldn't look away from the monster she'd become. Her legs were wrapped around him, urging him deeper as the pleasure built up again.
His thrusts grew harder, faster as his grip on her tightened, leaving bruises where he dug his fingers into her hips.
The smell of sweat and sex filled the room, her body quivering in response to every brutal thrust.
Annabeth found herself lost in the throes of a war within herself. She hated this fat, repulsive man who forced this upon her, yet the pleasure that spiked with every movement of his hips shackled her desire, making her want more.
"Yes, just like that!" she cried out, abandoning herself to the sinful cravings that twisted her rationality. It's not cheating if she's fucking another man for her betrothed.
Annabeth's mind was a jumbled mess as she repeated that to herself over and over. She felt like a whore, but it was necessary to protect Percy and end the curse. Gabe's stubbles brushed against her neck, and it felt alien against her skin. She looked down at his furry body, slick with sweat, slamming into her over and over. Every thrust sent a shiver of disgust up her spine, but she couldn't deny the pleasure-pain that came with it.
Gabe's grunts grew louder, his hips slapping against her thighs.
Annabeth's muscles tensed, anticipation sparking in her belly as she knew she was close. She forced herself to meet his gaze, her pulse quickening as she saw the raw hunger in his expression.
"Oh, gods," she moaned, her fingers digging into Gabe's back as she clung to him like a lifeline.
Gabe smirked, his thrusts becoming more erratic as he neared his climax.
"You like that, my dear? You like the way I fuck you?" His hands gripped her hips tighter, his thick fingers bruising as he pulled her roughly against him.
Annabeth couldn't help but moan at his words, curse words whispered in her ear as she surrendered herself to his touch. She didn't want this, but she needed this. The fine line between pleasure and disgust was becoming increasingly blurred, and she couldn't find the strength to push him away.
Instead, Annabeth wrapped her legs tighter around his waist, urging him on.
"Percy," she whimpered, desperately trying to imagine her fiancée's body in Gabe's place. "You're so much bigger than Percy ever was."
The comparison earned her a lecherous grin, and he plunged inside her just a little deeper if that was even possible.
"Percy likes it soft and gentle, doesn't he?" Gabe grunted, pushing himself to the hilt.
Annabeth gasped, pleasure with a hint of pain shooting through her.
"But I like it rough."
He pinned her down, that cruel smile never leaving his face. She winced as he took her, their bodies slapping together in a sickening rhythm.
Satisfaction pooled in the deepest recesses of her mind, muddling her thoughts as she drowned herself in the sensation. Annabeth's back arched as he hit her sweet spot, leaving her breathless. The pleasure threatened to overwhelm her as he thrust into her again and again.
Gabe's fingers dug into her hips as if he owned her, bruising her flesh with his brutal grip. Her long blonde hair splayed around her face, sticking to her neck and shoulders as sweat dripped down her temples. She felt dirty; filthy.
Like a cheap whore in a run-down brothel, except this time, she wasn't being paid for her services. No, this was for something far more valuable. Love. Respect. Survival.
Annabeth couldn't believe what she was doing - allowing this pig of a man to take her, to use her body for his own sick pleasures. The way he grunted and panted like an animal in heat, how he slapped against her thighs with bruising force.
And yet, there was something within Annabeth that reveled in this debasement.
She could feel the threads of her sanity fraying with every brutal thrust, but the pleasure was too intense to deny. It was like riding a rollercoaster, knowing it was too dangerous to continue, but being unable to resist the thrill.
Gabe's grunts grew louder, spurring her onward. Her breath hitched as his fingers dug into her hips, pulling her against him hard enough to bruise. Annabeth clenched around him, gasping at the feeling of fullness.
The initial pain had subsided, replaced by a deep, pulsing ache that seemed to resonate through every inch of her. She felt herself stretching around his girth, the dull burn a reminder of the unyielding intrusion.
With darkness encroaching upon them, greedy hands roamed over her bare skin, exploring the curves and valleys of her body with an almost predatory intensity. Annabeth felt a chill crawl up her spine, both fear and fascination warring for dominance in her mind.
Swallowing the lump of dread lodged in her throat, she decided to savor the heat emanating from Gabe's body. With every stroke of his meaty hands, she imagined the curse losing its toxic hold on Percy. Never had she corrupted her sanctity for such a noble cause.
Gabe shifted his focus onto her swollen breasts. Annabeth's nipples were stiff , and a mix of excitement and fear surged through her veins as he leaned in, taking one sensitive morsel into his wet, slobbering mouth.
"Oh, gods. Oh, goddamn it," Annabeth moaned, hips bucking against him as he sucked. The forceful tugging of her nipple sent ripples of pleasure throughout her core, a reminder of what she'd given herself up for.
She squeezed her eyes shut as he repeated the sensation with the other bud, kneading her breasts with a hungry intensity that took her breath away.
Already, she could feel her body responding to his touch, feel the growing pool of arousal in her core. It was like a beacon, drawing his hips to grind against hers with a primal rhythm.
"Fuck, you're tight," he growled, punctuating each word with a thrust.
Annabeth gasped as he filled her completely, every inch of him stretching her walls. If it wasn't for the fate's curse, she would never have let herself be put in such a position.
But for Percy, she would do anything, even if it meant sacrificing her own dignity and morals. Annabeth had always prided herself on being a strong, independent woman, but here she was, naked and sweating beneath a man she barely knew.
Gabe continued to thrust into her, each movement sending shockwaves of pleasure and disgust coursing through her veins. She could feel him deep inside her, his thickness stretching and filling her completely. His fingers dug into her hips, holding her in place like a ragdoll as he pounded into her.
The sound of skin on skin echoed in the room, punctuated by Annabeth's moans and sighs. She could feel herself slipping, losing control as pleasure coursed through her veins like liquid fire.
Gabe's thrusting became more confident, faster, hard enough to shake the bed against the wall. Annabeth's breasts bounced, a pleasant sting accompanying each rough collision. Her mind reeled, torn between the ecstasy of being filled and the disgust of the man doing it.
She let out a keening wail, grief and pleasure mingling as his rough hands gripped her, one wrapped around her throat, the other around her breast. His fingers splayed wide, thumb rubbing circles on her nipple.
"You like that, don't you?" he growled, slamming into her as his hot seed filled her. "Answer me, you little slut!"
Her vision blurred and she tried to focus, tried to maintain some scrap of dignity by answering, but her tongue felt heavy.