In the end, I knew what I was doing, when I left, before I died for a second time. I just hurt now to know that Shakespeare was a prophet, and I was one of his prophecies. He got a lot wrong though. My father was fine, even happy for me. Me and Zoe. Man, it sucks you know, but at least this time we didn't die. I remember my first monster. I grew up in a poor-ish family, but we knew how to kill demons. So did she, but we learned from each other.
We made a pact, one that could not be revoked. A pact not on Styx, but on The Phlegethon, the river of fire, we made a pact that was a warriors bond. We did what many warriors of old had done, but over fire. We cut our hands and shook, our blood connecting and dripping into the river. But what happened next was even more amazing. Because Zoe, she was born a Daughter of Venus, this time I was born of Hephaestus. Roman, Greek, one an admired figure, the other a cosmic joke. Being raised by him and Hestia was an experience, and really helped me in the long run.
Up in the Rockies it was cold, but we built a fire. Simple mission. Kill. Kill more. Kill even more. We were talking. We sat in a place where the labyrinth still stood. "She hates me." I said. "Mother does not. She can't, remember? Goddess of love, she has to approve." Zoe replied. "She already knows. She was fine with me being your friend. But after we kissed, I'm not sure. Venus suddenly grew colder."
"Did Aphrodite?" Zoe asked. "No," I said, "but she didn't birth you, and although she loves you, I made a good impression on her. But the first time Venus saw me, I was about die. And burning down a village didn't help either."
"The Minotaur was about to kill you! And you didn't know about your power before than anyway!" Zoe exclaimed. "Look Zoe, I love you, and even more, I need you. Every day I am faced with death. I don't want you, no, I need you. I don't want to die yet, but The Razor says that it's only a matter of time, so I need to be with the one I love before I do. And I don't want to go behind Venus' back. So it has to be soon. We're both 19, and I know a rune against fertility. Completely safe." I said. After my mother died in a shooting, Hestia took me in, and I was raised with the gods.
"Percy, are you saying… you want to have s-sex with me?" The look on her face was total shock, so I thought I had crossed the line. "Zoe, if you don't want to, I won't force you to. You kno-" Then she slammed into me and made me fall on my back. She was hugging me so tight. "Percy, for the past three years that we have been together, one and a half have been spent thinking about that. I went over every possible situation we could have been in, and every single time I would have said yes." Zoe said. "Perfect." Was all I said in reply. and that was more of a growl. No one would catch us here. So we began to lock lips.
Slowly at first, but it built to a crescendo, and soon I began unzipping her jacket. All she had on under was a compression shirt. No bra. She hated the thought of putting one on, even though her breast were easily a borderline c/d. I slowly bunched it up under them. Then I slid it over, the pair bouncing slightly due to the tight material. My eyes naturally averted her nipples. They skirted around the edges of her breasts, my natural humility torturing me. When her shirt was off, she started on mine. After mine flew to a corner of the room, I forced my eyes looked at her. I slowly descended, my mouth kissed the bottom of her clavicle, just like she likes it.
She giggled a little, I left kisses down her breasts before reaching her round, bronze areolas, and the slightly perky nipples."Okay Mr. Addams, I like it." I lightly nibbled on the very ends. She rolled me over, and I let her. She began unbuttoning my pants. She had on a similar set, but her sleek build meant she was more suited for sneaking and slicing. Soon I had on boxers and that was it. I took her pants off and soon we had an even set of clothes on again. She started to grind on my covered member. I involuntarily bucked and she knew that I was already prepared. I took off my own boxers, and she removed her panties.
I rolled her over and I entered her as we kissed. She gripped my hand and squeezed as hard as she could. I didn't move until the grip lessened, and even then, I moved slowly. I could hear her slight breath, and I could smell the sweat that we had generated because of the heat of the fire. The pain had obviously been replaced with a different "P" because of the small moans that emanated from her during every periapsis. Suddenly our positions switched and she was on top. She moved at a pace that was perfect for her, but torture for me. But at least that prolonged my climax. After about 4 or 5 more minutes of this stimulation I felt like I was going to explode, but suddenly I did. I filled her up to the max. I pulled out, and some of my cum dripped out. Immediately I started stimulating her clitoris, and continued until she came. She laid her head on my chest and we fell asleep in that position.