Percy 9 - The Plot Sickens Maybe NC-17, but mildly
Author: Lash_Larue
Title:Percy 9 "I throw Perce a bone" (heh)
Pairing:Please
Rating:R-NC-17
Summary: Umbridge has her day in court
Warnings:Not too many, pretty mild for a Percy
Word Count: 2153
Disclaimer: These characters belong to JK Rowling, some of them, anyway. Some of them belong to Redbeargrl, from a rather outrageous thing called "The Trial of Bruce the Dementor". That thing does not have quite the subtle dignity of this one. Tinkle and Kinkle appear courtesy of "The Weasley Women", a very delicate pwp femmeorgy story.
Percy 9
“Madame Umbridge, will you come with us, please?” asked the tall wizard in front of her desk. His two colleagues remained silent.
“I am rather busy at the moment,” replied Umbridge, “whatever it is will have to wait.”
“I’m afraid you’re wrong there,” he said as he handed her an official-looking document, “we are to take you to a secure detention facility until your trial begins.”
“Detention? Me? You can’t be serious, I am the Senior Undersecretary!”
“Not anymore, I’m afraid,” he demurred, handing her another document, “you have been suspended indefinitely, due to the serious nature of the charges against you.”
“Serious? It was only a few Dementors! “
“Well, there is the matter of the forced implantation of an immature bufanidae in Mr. Percy Weasley, as well.”
“Forced? Nonsense! He loved every second of it!” protested Dolores, yet again.
There were loud snorts from all three wizards present, and a very tan blonde wizard who had heretofore been silent spoke up.
“Dude; like, I mean, not even!” he said.
Umbridge flushed scarlet, and the other two wizards shuddered. But they fought it down.
“Come with us, now, Madame Umbridge,” the first wizard insisted, “don’t make this harder than it has to be, please.”
Seeing that she had no choice, Umbridge allowed herself to be led from the room. But she was seething.
“There will be a price paid for this insult,” she promised herself.
Percy Weasley woke up. Slowly, and with great trepidation, but he did it.
There was steel, in Percy Weasley.
He felt a little wriggle right behind his navel…
“Oh, just fuck me…” he sighed.
“I is been fucking you all night you stud-muffin you!” said a tiny voice from around his sternum.
He then noticed that Mr. Winky was feeling terribly smug, and that that whole area was pretty darn sticky. Also, there was a small, but emphatically female boob in his hand.
“Well,” said Percy to himself, “no puke, a smug wiener, and a small but emphatically female boob in my hand! BEST_DAY_EVER!”
He opened his eyes. There was a female house-elf stuck onto his schlong. His schlong was quite happy. “Well, she’s a small thing. But she isn’t nothing.”
“Does Master want Tinkle to fix his breakfast?” asked Tinkle. “Or would he rather I do this?”
“This” turned out to be a simply extraordinary example of the Kegel Exercise. Percy felt like Mr. Winky was plugged into a milking machine.
“Fuckin’ GGUUUUHHHHH!” moaned Percy as his eyes rolled back into his head.
Bruce lifted his head at the sound of Percy’s ecstasy; instead of the expected jealous rage, he smiled, and said, “Well, that simplifies things for us, my little Bastard.”
“That’s Scalded Black Moses Bastard, you cocksmoker,” replied Scalded Black Moses Bastard the Homeboy Hayes-elf. “And every time you get it wrong, you get one of these…” dickslap!
“Ughh! I’m sorry, Melvin.”
DICKSLAP
Ummmm, Peggy Fleming?
DICKSLAPDICKSLAP
You do see where that bit is headed don’t you? I mean, Bruce is really a Cocks… but you all know that by now, if nothing else.
“Hoooo?” purred Hermes.
“Either one of you,” answered Kinkle. “Both at once, or one at the time.”
“Firsties!” chattered Mr. Nilsson, climbing aboard the Elf-train.
“Bruce old man?” panted Percy.
“MMmmmfffff?” answered Bruce.
“The trial?”
“Bugger,” answered Bruce.
“Love to,” said Scalded Black Moses Bastard the Homeboy Hayes-elf.
“ZOMFG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” screamed Bruce.
****
“I am afraid that I will have to recuse myself from this case,” said Judge Greengoober, “because of my personal history with some of those involved. But I will be glad to sit on the Judicial Panel of Oversight. You might try this judge, they have a very good record.”
“Thank you,” replied the Minister for Magic, “I’ll look into it. You say the name is Julie Strain?”
“That’s the one, Judge Julie, from Sex Court.”
“Seems appropriate in this ca-“ the M.O.M. fought it down, but Judge Hurlspuke T. Greengoober blew chunks all over the courtroom.
“Bring me a Toad-poison!” cried Greengoober. “And that little green turd-thing and the wombat. They’ll clean this mess up.”
“Yummy!” said the little green turd-thing as he wheel-barrowed the wombat into the courtroom.
“Well,” said Percy to himself as he scrubbed briskly in the shower, “Tinkle is certainly a step up from a Dementor, even if she isn’t quite human. At least she’s female, and enthusiastic. Still, I would have liked a shot at one of the Goddesses.”
"Greedy little bastard, aren’t you, Perce? Shall we go back to “Mr. Weasley dear” ?"
Percy turned pale, and he fought it down. “NO, PLEASE! Not that, shudder , Tinkle is really a very lovely female, but you know… naked in the slush, verrah dark brown hair… long red hair, torque wrench… streaky-brown hair two inches above the waist, maybe even longer by now, coconuts and orchids… leather bustier, whip, semi-colons… cat of another color, masses of auto-masturbating hair…. It’s rather difficult not to dream, you see.”
"Point taken Perce. Well, let’s move along then, shall we?"
“After this trial shit is over, Bruce, I’ll take you to meet my dad,” promised Scalded Black Moses Bastard, “you’ll like dad, I’m sure. I sort of take after him, in a manner of speaking…”
Bruce wiped his chin, and allowed his imagination to wander… he wiped his chin some more. What a cocks… all together now.
“Hooowwhheenn?” cooed Hermes.
“Anytime you two likes,” said Kinkle as she disengaged from the owl and the monkey. “We has a very special room in the castle that I is thinking you will like.”
Mr. Nilsson grinned, and jerked off… monkeys… they do that, a lot.
“Bruce old man, you and Bastard need to clean up, it’s time to head to court,” said Percy briskly as he laid out his finest robes.
“Right on, Perce,” said SBMBtHbH-e, “say man, about me and Bruce-“
“Say no more. It’s a match made in heaven, I couldn’t be happier for you. Are you going to take him to meet your Dad?” asked Percy.
“Yeah, I think Dad will take to him,” answered Bastard, grinning a little lop-sided house-elf grin. (With a strong funk overtone to it.)
“I expect so,” agreed Percy nodding. “Let’s get going, I want to see this nightmare finished,” urged Percy. He gave a quick glance upward, but said nothing.
“We is leaving now, Master Percy, said Tinkle.
“When will I see you again?” asked Percy.
Swissshhhh - CRACK! “When I decides to, boy-toy. And not before.”
“Yes, Mistress,” said Percy. Tinkle was tiny, but Dom to the bone.
The two elves disappeared with a crack. Hermes and Mr. Nilsson were pouring over a map of the south of France. Percy decided not to ask about that.
Percy had just finished dressing when Bruce and Bastard emerged from the bathroom, spotlessly clean, and with their game faces firmly in place. Playtime was over for now, it was on for real. They dressed swiftly, and apparated to the Ministry. Well, Percy apparated, Bruce and Bastard went however they go places. But they all got to the Ministry at the same time, which is all that matters.
“Good to see you again, Mr. Weasley,” said the Security Wizard, “all of us in my department are pulling for you. Bitch deserves life for what she did to you, aside from the incredibly stupid blunder of forgetting Guild contract, section “C”, paragraph three -hundred-twenty-seven, sub-paragraph 14, line 8.”
“Thank you,” said Percy, a little surprised and strangely heartened.
The trio proceeded to the main Courtroom, where they found a capacity crowd, and had the immense satisfaction of seeing a seething Dolores Umbridge bound in the witness chair by the living chains. They took their seats at the Prosecution’s table.
“Order in the Court,” intoned the Bailiff, a huge troll who spoke very good English. “All rise for her Honor, the Right Hott Judge Julie Strain.”
Judge Julie writhed into the courtroom, everyone stood; lots of things rose.
“Sit!” barked Judge Julie. Everyone sat. “I have read the charges against you, Madame Umbridge, how do you plead?”
“Not Guilty!” cried Umbridge indignantly.
“Oh,” said the prosecutor, “so you didn’t send Dementors against a person protected by a scalded bastard House-elf Patronus, then? I remind you that you are under oath, and that we have in court the scalded bastard House-elf Patronus in question, as well as the sole surviving Dementor, and a witness.”
“The nature of Mr. Weasley’s Patronus was unknown to me, I believe he concealed it from me, and is bringing the charges because I have declined any further sexual contact with him. I admit that I yielded to his blandishments once, I regret that, but I am after all, a woman with needs.” Dolores ran her hands down her sides and simpered. The assemblage fought it down, but it was close.
“You have got to be fuckin’ kidding me,” said Judge Julie, “you are telling me that Mr. Weasley voluntarily gave head to you?”
“Precisely, he said it was just like a trip to Honeyduke’s,” insisted Dolores.
*coughBULLSHITcough* came from several quarters.
“Well, ignorance of the Patronus is no excuse, but it might mitigate the sentence. However, the forced implantation of an Umbridge-tad is attempted murder. And likely to BE murder, in time. How do you respond, Mr. Weasley, did you voluntarily have lunch at THAT Y?”
Percy stood, he was sweating and trembling, and every time he tried to speak, he had an urge to puke or faint. In the end, all he could manage to do was to point at Umbridge and shake his head vigorously in denial.
“You see, he cannot bring himself to deny his passion for me,” purred Dolores triumphantly, “I move that those charges be dismissed for lack of evidence.”
Judge Julie considered, Umbridge had a point here, pointing and shaking is not admissible testimony. She was about to rule in Umbridge’s favor when Judge Greengoober spoke up.
“I rise to a question of the law, in this case, where the witness is obviously too shaken to speak, it would be well to employ a Pensieve, so that the court might see the actual events from Mr. Weasley’s perspective.”
“So ordered,” said Judge Julie, “as long as the witness agrees.”
“Yes, I agree,” stammered a white-faced and sweating Percy. The Bailiff wheeled over a large Pensieve, and a Medi-wizard approached Percy. She waved her wand over his head, and muttered several incantations.
“I have located the relevant memory, Your Honor, shall I proceed?”
“Indeed yes, let’s get to the bottom of this.” Percy shuddered, but he fought it down. The Medi-wizard touched her wand to Percy’s temple and withdrew a gleaming silver thread. She deposited it in the Penseive, and the Bailiff wheeled it over in front of the bench. There was much excited muttering in the Courtroom.
Judge Julie banged her gavel. Everyone watched her do that, and when she was done, she instructed the Medi-wizard to call up the memory.
Percy watched himself knock on the door of Umbridge’s office, then he sat down, closed his eyes tightly, and shoved his fingers into his ears.
Periodically, he could catch a sound, either a gasp from the assemblage or a cry from the Memory-Umbridge. The sharp tang of puke reached his nose, and if there was one thing Percy Weasley knew, it was the smell of puke. Against his will, he opened his eyes. He was just in time to see himself fleeing out of the office door.
“GUILTY AS HELL! GUILTY AS A MOTHERFUCKER! TAKE THIS FILTHY PIECE OF DISTENDED RECTUM TO AZKABAN AND FORGET WHERE SHE IS!!” screamed Judge Julie. The courtroom rang with “AYE’s”.
“NOOoooooooo,” shrieked Umbridge as she was dragged away. There was so much shouting and wretching going on, that no one noticed when the stubby fingers closed on a wand protruding from the pocket of a doubled over wizard.
Bruce and Bastard pounded Percy on the back, while he shook with relief.
“It’s over, it’s really over,” said Percy, unbelieving.
He felt a little wriggle right behind his navel.
“Oh STILL fuck me,” said Percy in despair.
“Oh, I will,” said Judge Julie into his ear. “And then you can have a trip to someplace a lot better than Honeyduke’s, sweetie.”
Percy felt an unaccustomed bulk swelling in his pants. He looked at Judge Julie; she was rubbing her breasts through her robe, and staring hungrily at his crotch. He looked up…
“You have got to be fucking kidding me,” he stated.
"Enjoy, Percy. I figured you deserved to win one for a change. She ain’t one of the Goddesses, but she’s a step up for sure. And it ain’t over yet, Pippi."
Percy didn’t miss the “Pippi” reference, but as Judge Julie’s fingers tugged him towards her chambers by a quite respectably sized schlong, he simply didn’t give the least part of a fuck.
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Title:Percy 9 "I throw Perce a bone" (heh)
Pairing:Please
Rating:R-NC-17
Summary: Umbridge has her day in court
Warnings:Not too many, pretty mild for a Percy
Word Count: 2153
Disclaimer: These characters belong to JK Rowling, some of them, anyway. Some of them belong to Redbeargrl, from a rather outrageous thing called "The Trial of Bruce the Dementor". That thing does not have quite the subtle dignity of this one. Tinkle and Kinkle appear courtesy of "The Weasley Women", a very delicate pwp femmeorgy story.
Percy 9
“Madame Umbridge, will you come with us, please?” asked the tall wizard in front of her desk. His two colleagues remained silent.
“I am rather busy at the moment,” replied Umbridge, “whatever it is will have to wait.”
“I’m afraid you’re wrong there,” he said as he handed her an official-looking document, “we are to take you to a secure detention facility until your trial begins.”
“Detention? Me? You can’t be serious, I am the Senior Undersecretary!”
“Not anymore, I’m afraid,” he demurred, handing her another document, “you have been suspended indefinitely, due to the serious nature of the charges against you.”
“Serious? It was only a few Dementors! “
“Well, there is the matter of the forced implantation of an immature bufanidae in Mr. Percy Weasley, as well.”
“Forced? Nonsense! He loved every second of it!” protested Dolores, yet again.
There were loud snorts from all three wizards present, and a very tan blonde wizard who had heretofore been silent spoke up.
“Dude; like, I mean, not even!” he said.
Umbridge flushed scarlet, and the other two wizards shuddered. But they fought it down.
“Come with us, now, Madame Umbridge,” the first wizard insisted, “don’t make this harder than it has to be, please.”
Seeing that she had no choice, Umbridge allowed herself to be led from the room. But she was seething.
“There will be a price paid for this insult,” she promised herself.
Percy Weasley woke up. Slowly, and with great trepidation, but he did it.
There was steel, in Percy Weasley.
He felt a little wriggle right behind his navel…
“Oh, just fuck me…” he sighed.
“I is been fucking you all night you stud-muffin you!” said a tiny voice from around his sternum.
He then noticed that Mr. Winky was feeling terribly smug, and that that whole area was pretty darn sticky. Also, there was a small, but emphatically female boob in his hand.
“Well,” said Percy to himself, “no puke, a smug wiener, and a small but emphatically female boob in my hand! BEST_DAY_EVER!”
He opened his eyes. There was a female house-elf stuck onto his schlong. His schlong was quite happy. “Well, she’s a small thing. But she isn’t nothing.”
“Does Master want Tinkle to fix his breakfast?” asked Tinkle. “Or would he rather I do this?”
“This” turned out to be a simply extraordinary example of the Kegel Exercise. Percy felt like Mr. Winky was plugged into a milking machine.
“Fuckin’ GGUUUUHHHHH!” moaned Percy as his eyes rolled back into his head.
Bruce lifted his head at the sound of Percy’s ecstasy; instead of the expected jealous rage, he smiled, and said, “Well, that simplifies things for us, my little Bastard.”
“That’s Scalded Black Moses Bastard, you cocksmoker,” replied Scalded Black Moses Bastard the Homeboy Hayes-elf. “And every time you get it wrong, you get one of these…” dickslap!
“Ughh! I’m sorry, Melvin.”
DICKSLAP
Ummmm, Peggy Fleming?
DICKSLAPDICKSLAP
You do see where that bit is headed don’t you? I mean, Bruce is really a Cocks… but you all know that by now, if nothing else.
“Hoooo?” purred Hermes.
“Either one of you,” answered Kinkle. “Both at once, or one at the time.”
“Firsties!” chattered Mr. Nilsson, climbing aboard the Elf-train.
“Bruce old man?” panted Percy.
“MMmmmfffff?” answered Bruce.
“The trial?”
“Bugger,” answered Bruce.
“Love to,” said Scalded Black Moses Bastard the Homeboy Hayes-elf.
“ZOMFG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” screamed Bruce.
****
“I am afraid that I will have to recuse myself from this case,” said Judge Greengoober, “because of my personal history with some of those involved. But I will be glad to sit on the Judicial Panel of Oversight. You might try this judge, they have a very good record.”
“Thank you,” replied the Minister for Magic, “I’ll look into it. You say the name is Julie Strain?”
“That’s the one, Judge Julie, from Sex Court.”
“Seems appropriate in this ca-“ the M.O.M. fought it down, but Judge Hurlspuke T. Greengoober blew chunks all over the courtroom.
“Bring me a Toad-poison!” cried Greengoober. “And that little green turd-thing and the wombat. They’ll clean this mess up.”
“Yummy!” said the little green turd-thing as he wheel-barrowed the wombat into the courtroom.
“Well,” said Percy to himself as he scrubbed briskly in the shower, “Tinkle is certainly a step up from a Dementor, even if she isn’t quite human. At least she’s female, and enthusiastic. Still, I would have liked a shot at one of the Goddesses.”
"Greedy little bastard, aren’t you, Perce? Shall we go back to “Mr. Weasley dear” ?"
Percy turned pale, and he fought it down. “NO, PLEASE! Not that, shudder , Tinkle is really a very lovely female, but you know… naked in the slush, verrah dark brown hair… long red hair, torque wrench… streaky-brown hair two inches above the waist, maybe even longer by now, coconuts and orchids… leather bustier, whip, semi-colons… cat of another color, masses of auto-masturbating hair…. It’s rather difficult not to dream, you see.”
"Point taken Perce. Well, let’s move along then, shall we?"
“After this trial shit is over, Bruce, I’ll take you to meet my dad,” promised Scalded Black Moses Bastard, “you’ll like dad, I’m sure. I sort of take after him, in a manner of speaking…”
Bruce wiped his chin, and allowed his imagination to wander… he wiped his chin some more. What a cocks… all together now.
“Hooowwhheenn?” cooed Hermes.
“Anytime you two likes,” said Kinkle as she disengaged from the owl and the monkey. “We has a very special room in the castle that I is thinking you will like.”
Mr. Nilsson grinned, and jerked off… monkeys… they do that, a lot.
“Bruce old man, you and Bastard need to clean up, it’s time to head to court,” said Percy briskly as he laid out his finest robes.
“Right on, Perce,” said SBMBtHbH-e, “say man, about me and Bruce-“
“Say no more. It’s a match made in heaven, I couldn’t be happier for you. Are you going to take him to meet your Dad?” asked Percy.
“Yeah, I think Dad will take to him,” answered Bastard, grinning a little lop-sided house-elf grin. (With a strong funk overtone to it.)
“I expect so,” agreed Percy nodding. “Let’s get going, I want to see this nightmare finished,” urged Percy. He gave a quick glance upward, but said nothing.
“We is leaving now, Master Percy, said Tinkle.
“When will I see you again?” asked Percy.
Swissshhhh - CRACK! “When I decides to, boy-toy. And not before.”
“Yes, Mistress,” said Percy. Tinkle was tiny, but Dom to the bone.
The two elves disappeared with a crack. Hermes and Mr. Nilsson were pouring over a map of the south of France. Percy decided not to ask about that.
Percy had just finished dressing when Bruce and Bastard emerged from the bathroom, spotlessly clean, and with their game faces firmly in place. Playtime was over for now, it was on for real. They dressed swiftly, and apparated to the Ministry. Well, Percy apparated, Bruce and Bastard went however they go places. But they all got to the Ministry at the same time, which is all that matters.
“Good to see you again, Mr. Weasley,” said the Security Wizard, “all of us in my department are pulling for you. Bitch deserves life for what she did to you, aside from the incredibly stupid blunder of forgetting Guild contract, section “C”, paragraph three -hundred-twenty-seven, sub-paragraph 14, line 8.”
“Thank you,” said Percy, a little surprised and strangely heartened.
The trio proceeded to the main Courtroom, where they found a capacity crowd, and had the immense satisfaction of seeing a seething Dolores Umbridge bound in the witness chair by the living chains. They took their seats at the Prosecution’s table.
“Order in the Court,” intoned the Bailiff, a huge troll who spoke very good English. “All rise for her Honor, the Right Hott Judge Julie Strain.”
Judge Julie writhed into the courtroom, everyone stood; lots of things rose.
“Sit!” barked Judge Julie. Everyone sat. “I have read the charges against you, Madame Umbridge, how do you plead?”
“Not Guilty!” cried Umbridge indignantly.
“Oh,” said the prosecutor, “so you didn’t send Dementors against a person protected by a scalded bastard House-elf Patronus, then? I remind you that you are under oath, and that we have in court the scalded bastard House-elf Patronus in question, as well as the sole surviving Dementor, and a witness.”
“The nature of Mr. Weasley’s Patronus was unknown to me, I believe he concealed it from me, and is bringing the charges because I have declined any further sexual contact with him. I admit that I yielded to his blandishments once, I regret that, but I am after all, a woman with needs.” Dolores ran her hands down her sides and simpered. The assemblage fought it down, but it was close.
“You have got to be fuckin’ kidding me,” said Judge Julie, “you are telling me that Mr. Weasley voluntarily gave head to you?”
“Precisely, he said it was just like a trip to Honeyduke’s,” insisted Dolores.
*coughBULLSHITcough* came from several quarters.
“Well, ignorance of the Patronus is no excuse, but it might mitigate the sentence. However, the forced implantation of an Umbridge-tad is attempted murder. And likely to BE murder, in time. How do you respond, Mr. Weasley, did you voluntarily have lunch at THAT Y?”
Percy stood, he was sweating and trembling, and every time he tried to speak, he had an urge to puke or faint. In the end, all he could manage to do was to point at Umbridge and shake his head vigorously in denial.
“You see, he cannot bring himself to deny his passion for me,” purred Dolores triumphantly, “I move that those charges be dismissed for lack of evidence.”
Judge Julie considered, Umbridge had a point here, pointing and shaking is not admissible testimony. She was about to rule in Umbridge’s favor when Judge Greengoober spoke up.
“I rise to a question of the law, in this case, where the witness is obviously too shaken to speak, it would be well to employ a Pensieve, so that the court might see the actual events from Mr. Weasley’s perspective.”
“So ordered,” said Judge Julie, “as long as the witness agrees.”
“Yes, I agree,” stammered a white-faced and sweating Percy. The Bailiff wheeled over a large Pensieve, and a Medi-wizard approached Percy. She waved her wand over his head, and muttered several incantations.
“I have located the relevant memory, Your Honor, shall I proceed?”
“Indeed yes, let’s get to the bottom of this.” Percy shuddered, but he fought it down. The Medi-wizard touched her wand to Percy’s temple and withdrew a gleaming silver thread. She deposited it in the Penseive, and the Bailiff wheeled it over in front of the bench. There was much excited muttering in the Courtroom.
Judge Julie banged her gavel. Everyone watched her do that, and when she was done, she instructed the Medi-wizard to call up the memory.
Percy watched himself knock on the door of Umbridge’s office, then he sat down, closed his eyes tightly, and shoved his fingers into his ears.
Periodically, he could catch a sound, either a gasp from the assemblage or a cry from the Memory-Umbridge. The sharp tang of puke reached his nose, and if there was one thing Percy Weasley knew, it was the smell of puke. Against his will, he opened his eyes. He was just in time to see himself fleeing out of the office door.
“GUILTY AS HELL! GUILTY AS A MOTHERFUCKER! TAKE THIS FILTHY PIECE OF DISTENDED RECTUM TO AZKABAN AND FORGET WHERE SHE IS!!” screamed Judge Julie. The courtroom rang with “AYE’s”.
“NOOoooooooo,” shrieked Umbridge as she was dragged away. There was so much shouting and wretching going on, that no one noticed when the stubby fingers closed on a wand protruding from the pocket of a doubled over wizard.
Bruce and Bastard pounded Percy on the back, while he shook with relief.
“It’s over, it’s really over,” said Percy, unbelieving.
He felt a little wriggle right behind his navel.
“Oh STILL fuck me,” said Percy in despair.
“Oh, I will,” said Judge Julie into his ear. “And then you can have a trip to someplace a lot better than Honeyduke’s, sweetie.”
Percy felt an unaccustomed bulk swelling in his pants. He looked at Judge Julie; she was rubbing her breasts through her robe, and staring hungrily at his crotch. He looked up…
“You have got to be fucking kidding me,” he stated.
"Enjoy, Percy. I figured you deserved to win one for a change. She ain’t one of the Goddesses, but she’s a step up for sure. And it ain’t over yet, Pippi."
Percy didn’t miss the “Pippi” reference, but as Judge Julie’s fingers tugged him towards her chambers by a quite respectably sized schlong, he simply didn’t give the least part of a fuck.
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