The Path of Passion

It's a hell of a story to tell.

It was the Summer of Cum, as I liked to call the time after I saved New York and the gods themselves. Annabeth and I had finally consummated our relationship and started fucking on the nightly. Of course, being one of the most powerful demigods in camp also entitled me to the finest and tighest pussy in town. After losing my virginity to Annabeth the night we were thrown in the water by my charming fellow campers, a dam of sexual restraint seemed to burst within me. Within days I was begging Annabeth to do crazier and crazier sex acts with me, more brazenly as time went on. At first, she'd sneak across camp invisibly to my cabin. Tyson spent most days and nights in the forges of the Cyclops, which meant the Poseidon Cabin was available to become a complete love shack. For real, sometimes we'd cop ambrosia from the kitchens and use it to fuel all-nighter sex marathons. I fucked every hole in her body dozens of times. The blonde daughter of wisdom was my favorite girl in the whole world.

I've never been a guy with ironclad ethics and having superpowers and prophecies about me didn't decrease my ego any. I shopped around a bit while going steady with Annabeth, alright? There, I said it. The summer I turned sixteen, I was in excellent physical shape, rocking the invincibility granted by the River Styx, and my name was being praised 24/7 up in Olympus. My point is that I had my choice when it came to affection. I kept things on the down-low, but that still meant a risk of rumors getting around as I happily deflowered many of the female campers. I didn't notice it at first, but I later realized the single most popular cabin for me was Aphrodite. That shouldn't really be a surprise – she's only the closest there is to a sex goddess – but it had consequences in a way I would never have expected.

When I say I romped through the Camp Half-Blood catalogue, don't take me too seriously. I never had sex with more than two girls from any one cabin save Aphrodite. After all, Annabeth had the best personality of any girl I'd ever met, and her body was absolutely bangin'. That being said, a man's eyes wander and I went my philanderous ways. But I did do a good job of keeping side bitches on the side – no word of my moral failing ever reached Annabeth's precious ears. But things came close… so close.

As I hinted at earlier, caution was thrown to the winds when it came to the cabin of a certain love goddess. What do I have to say, other than that the Aphrodite chicks were the sexiest things on this end of Long Island? To be clear, they were thots, plain and simple. But even the bland personality of a thot can be tolerated if she's mind-altering hot, which the entire population of that cabin was. Have I mentioned there were only girls in the Aphrodite cabin? C'mon, you know where this is going.

There were only a few girls in there who never got a whiff of Jackson Jr, as I lovingly call my well-proportioned manhood. Of the many who did, only a select elite of two or three ever slept with me more than once. There are only so many days in a summer, goddamn! However, of these sexy thots with whom I engaged in coitus on multiple occasions, there was at least one with loose lips.

You see, the girl who leaked details of my hormonal affairs must have had an insanely tight pussy, for there was no other way my mind could have been so numb that I would reveal my prolific escapades of sexual conquest. The overwhelming majority of chicks that had my dick in them thought it was just the one fling I had away from Annabeth. But the best of the Aphrodite cabin had the skills to keep me up all night, and in the annals of pillow talk, it was inevitable that I would boast of my epic success. So the fact that I had banged no less than twenty-five girls within weeks reached the ears of the love goddess herself. Now, after no doubt hearing the tale from one of her many beautiful daughters, she could have decided to let the demigods fuck it out and leave us to our immature ways. But, who would have guessed – the goddess of love was a bit of a hands-on kind of gal. She wanted to know what the World Saver was like in bed.

So it came to be that she arrived at Camp Half-Blood one hot summer day. Things were in full swing at camp. The threat of Kronos had been neutralized, and the surge of monsters in recent years had subsided soon afterward. It was unlikely that another such challenge would emerge in my lifetime. I was okay with that. Chiron insisted that we not let our skills atrophy in the vacuum of peacetime. That meant hours of sword practice, various athletics and a bit of weapons crafting. The camper family was more or less harmonious and content. On any given night you could find me balls deep in Annabeth's tight pussy or tighter ass in my cabin, but if we weren't there it was because I was out cheating on her with one of the neighboring sluts.

I'm not telling this story to make myself look good, trust me. I'm recording this so later generations of campers will have no misunderstandings regarding this camp. This place is a sexual sandbox, a, oasis of deviancy where ancient meets modern, and cock meets pussy. The day Aphrodite visited me and we had the best sex of my life, I learned that gods and goddesses come to Camp Half-Blood on the regular to have their carnal fill of muscled and toned teens. Maybe this all made sense up in Olympus, but to me it was fucking weird. Still, it meant that Aphrodite didn't give two shits about the consequences of fucking me, and in the end the experience somehow didn't blow up in my face.

Like I said, it was a standard summer day on the coast of Long Island. The faint scent of cherries hung in the air, and the protective border parted clouds above us to dazzle in the sunlight. Insects lazily flitted about over the heads of campers walking back and forth between volleyball pits and the archery range. The paint of the Big House shone healthily in the sun, and the climbing wall dripped lava lethargically in the heat. To me, the scene as I stepped out of my cabin that morning was heaven. My friends, the only people in the world I knew would fight and die by my side, all piled together having a blast. There was nothing to dislike. Even the grouches like Clarisse didn't get on my nerves these days. Side note: I thought long and hard about giving that Ares girl a taste of Jackson Jr, but decided against it. There's an old adage: never stick your dick in crazy. I swear by it.

So there I was, the big man on campus, strutting around like Olympus itself was swinging from my balls. I dispensed fist bumps and daps whenever a bro or hottie passed by. I waved to Chiron in the distance as he plucked arrows out of a target. I bro-hugged my boy Grover before we sat down to eat some breakfast.

"Got any plans, Percy?" he asked as he took a bite of sumptuous, supernatural pancake. I similarly filled my mouth with delicious, foamy batter.

"Nothing much," I grinned. "I'm thinking a jog down the beach, then a bit of weight training to keep my abs honed. Then a bit of sword practice in the arena and after that I'm clocking out."

"Apollo and Hermes cabins are teaming up for a smoke sesh," Grover informed me. He was good at staying caught up on the less acceptable happenings of camp. "Someone brought a massive prerolled joint cone back from Europe and they say it's going to hold ten grams of weed."

"That's fucking insane," I grinned. "We're going to be zooted!" We exchanged intel on squad plans until we both felt confident we had the week's schedule of parties, smoke sessions, and betting fights down. I was about to wrap things up and walk off my meal when some mates from the Hermes cabin sauntered up.

"Sup, Percy," grinned one of the identical Stoll twins. We shook our personal handshake and he pressed a glass into my hands.

"I'm not your dishwasher, boy," I laughed, looking at it.

"That may look like a normal, self-filling Camp Half-Blood drinking glass," announced the other Stoll. "And it is. BUT, we have also managed to crack some of the restrictive enchantments on it. You can guess what that means."

The implications sank in. I was seriously impressed. Many a late night conversation had been fueled by fanciful lists of alcohol campers would call forth if we could from the magical cups. But, of course, they weren't able to fill with alcohol. Until now…

"Bacardi," I whispered, looking around furtively. I felt the weight in my hands change as the glass filled with a clear liquid. I took a swig and felt the familiar burn of my favorite rum. "I am extremely impressed, boys," I said, handing it back to a Stoll. "That's a game changer."

"Yup," Connor or Travis replied. "It's gonna be a lot easier to slide into panties with an unlimited tap of the good stuff on hand."

"Amen, brother," I bro-fived them again and made my exit from the illicit meeting. It was more a stunt than anything. It was no problem at all for me to zip across the water to a seafront bar and cop a few bottles of something nice. Less endowed campers merely had to pay the Hermes cabin and they could select from a massive cooler they hid in the back.

I wasn't sure where I was going as I walked. I started in the general direction of the arena, but with booze now on my mind I figured I might poach a few shots from my own private stash. I had no reservations against getting wasted in the AM, because that's a pillar of any proper period of relaxation and no-fucks-given-ness. I had a bit of a reputation as a guy who just did not give a shit about anything, mainly because my confidence was hardened and my combat skills were off the charts. Annabeth, perhaps the most popular female demigod, was practically hanging off my dick. I could do anything and still be the 'big man,' short of revealing just how much pussy I was getting. The one thing that could top admiration in a man is envy, and I definitely wanted to avoid welling any of that up if I could help it.

So before I knew it I was back in my cabin, throwing back a few out of my Hennessy bottle. For good measure, I popped by bedside cabinet open and pulled out a joint, one of many I kept lying around. I wasn't a stoner, but I frequent both drugs. I figured as long as I kept a clear head when it mattered and my body was in good shape, it wasn't even irresponsible. As it turned out, that was a day when a clear head would have been most advisable.

I stepped out of cabin for the second time that morning about an hour later. By this time I was thoroughly buzzed and high, and loving it. I'm not introverted, but when I'm faded I love diving underwater and just fucking around with the ocean. Making the water into shapes and things, putting on races with fish and palling around with octopi. I watched an episode of Blue Planet somewhere once, and I realized that despite my incredible aquatic powers I hadn't spent much time exploring the other 75% of the Earth's surface. So sometimes, usually while extremely inebriated, I liked to zoom around under the sea and just check the marine world out. We didn't exactly have a rival to the Great Barrier Reef out on the east coast, but there were still plenty of pretty sites. Annabeth didn't like it when I got hammered, probably because all her power was centered on her mighty brain, but sometimes she would come underwater with me and be cool about it. One of those expeditions, we'd replicated our first time and made love illuminated by blue sunlight. It had been magical, and occasionally while underwater alone I jerked off to the memory. I could shape water into an acceptable lube.

So I was on my way to the beach, dressed appropriately in shorts, a bright t-shirt and flip flops. My hair was cut short except for a long mane down the top, which was easy to arrange while maximizing style and class. I wore black wayfarers JFK-style. With my hard-earned build and impeccable posture, I was the spitting image of a young president. I can't apologizing for being the epitome of swagger. I just was.

I threw down my blanket and more or less collapsed on the sand. I was famous for losing my balance after the third drink, and many of my friends paced themselves based on how drunk I was. As I got comfy on the blanket, feeling the hot sand mold to my form, I realized it would be quite nice to chill on the beach for at least an hour. My mind was being gently massaged to jelly by the weed and booze, and I wasn't sure I even had the willpower to open my eyes for the next thirty minutes. I was not a man of impressive commitments.

Unbeknownst to me as I enjoyed my intoxicated stupor, Aphrodite had teleported to camp minutes before. Not wanting to advertise it, she'd assumed the form of a girl, about eighteen, who could pass as one of her daughters. Of course, right of the bat somethings would have been different about her. Her breasts would have been the exact right size and shape to look as hot as possible given her height and weight. Her face would have been perfectly symmetrical, the hair arranged with impossible precision. Her legs and thighs, the exact right lengths and widths, and her skin all throughout that most enticing tan, with muscles underneath that announced but did not advertise power.

What I'm trying to say is ostensibly Aphrodite disguised herself as a female camper. The reality is she was so fucking hot, no matter how young and human-sized she made herself, that there was not a chance in a million that she would not attract attention. Which, knowing her to be the Queen of Thots, was not surprising.

So to recap: Aphrodite had heard that I was setting records for demigod debauchery. She had come to camp half blood to sample my cum and gauge my sexual prowess for herself, a highly unsavory invention. And her target, myself, had just saturated my brain in a bunch of chemicals that prevented good decision making.

You know exactly where this is going.

"Percy," said a soft voice, waking me from my beach nap. I blearily cracked my eyes open and took in the beauty standing above me. She was similarly dressed for the surf, in a bikini bottom and form-fitting shirt. Her hair was barely restrained and blew like a curtain in the wind. Her smile rivaled the sun above her. I was blown away, but even when taken by surprise, a player like me could keep cool.

"You're not a camper," I said mildly. I closed my eyes, as though to challenge her to give me better reason to look. I was also vaguely aware her unfamiliar face might be the bait of some trap, but I knew I was well within camp borders so I played it cool.

"No, I'm not," she giggled. The sound tickled my ears like even Annabeth's couldn't, like her mirth was being poured onto me. "I've been using charmspeak all day to keep your friends away while I looked for you. Those poor boys." I was sure she was smiling mockingly. "They couldn't hide their lust for me, for this body. They were very… simple. A night with me would have melted their minds out between their legs."

After this quip, the potential names attached to the figure standing over me narrowed from infinity to one. There was only one being with a vagina who could talk smack like she had a pair.

"Aphrodite," I said, eyes still closed. "You caught me in the middle of a lovely nap."

"Aww, sorry about that. But speaking of lovely things, I was looking for you and now I've found you!"

I opened an eye quizzically. "And what can a son of the sea god do for you?"

"Percy, whispers have been getting back to me about some startling events unfolding in this camp. It seems you've taken the role of a crusader, campaign to bring a new meaning of sexulity to the shore of Long Island Sound."

My other eye opened. "I thought the gods didn't really care what we did. Who the fuck knows what kinky shit you guys get up to up there. Is someone mad with what I'm doing?"

"Not many of them know, as a matter of fact," Aphrodite said. She sat down next to me before unfolding her legs and stretching out beside me. With a little effort I tilted my head to sneak a peek at her breasts and was sufficiently impressed. I couldn't help it, I imagined cupping her boobies in my hands and rolling my thumbs over her nipples until she moaned. My cock twitched in my shorts. I was always up for a fuck and my mind was never far from the subject.

"I don't care either, you know," she continued. She turned her head and spoke softly into my ear. "I just want to know what all the fuss is about."

I didn't see but sure felt her hand slide over my cock. I don't know if she was using magic or if she just really knew how to handle my dick, but I was painfully hard within seconds.

"Jesus, we're right out in the open!" I chuckled, savoring the caress of her hand through my shorts. My cock wasn't exceptionally long, but it did have an aesthetic girth to it that ultimately gave most of my partners what they wanted. The majority of my member could be stroked by the love goddess with minimal movement, allowing her to pump me quickly and efficiently. Though we were extremely exposed, I had not the willpower to stop her fondling me.

"Do something then," she said, still teasing me with her touch. "Hide us, seaweed brain."

"Okay, no," I said, sitting up. I picked up her hand by the wrist, not rudely but firmly. I was fronting like I was drawing a boundary, but the truth was I couldn't use my ocean powers while crossed and being pleasured. "Only Annabeth gets to call me that."

She grinned. "Percy, honey, in twenty minutes you'll be willing to dump her on the spot just to be my plaything."

"Fat chance," I grinned back. On the inside I was feeling really fucking horny and totally ready to fuck her, but I needed to take care of some logistics first. Water surged around us, sliding between our bodies and the sand. We were born down to the waves, which I parted like the Red Sea to slide us under the surface like our own personal water ride. A bubble formed around us the size of a tiny room, just underneath the crest of the Atlantic. Sunlight filtered into emerald and sapphire hues dazzled us.

"Very nice," Aphrodite said approvingly. "One might think you were expecting me."

"Don't flatter yourself, I do this all the time with Annabeth," I boasted, forming bubbly pillows in my hands.

"Ha! Don't flatter her, either," she replied huskily. "Why don't you see some of my magic?"

Instantly our meager clothes vanished. We appraised each other, taking in the curves of supply, youthful flesh.

"Mmm, I see what they like about you," Aphrodite said. She propped herself up on an elbow and ran a finger down my six pack.

"Ditto," I said, reaching up to slide my hand up the side of her boob. It was perfect, large enough to allow a satisfying squeeze yet firm enough to maintain that amazing sexy shape.

"You like these breasts, Percy?" she asked, throwing a leg over mine and coming to straddle me. "I've spent so long honing this body. There's not a mortal man on the face of the planet who can see me naked and not want me more than life itself."

"I'm not saying otherwise," I said. My other hand reached up of its own accord to cup her other breast. My head sank back and I closed my eyes, reveling in the feel of her titties.

"You don't mince words," Aphrodite noted mockingly. "It's just straight to groping for Mr. Jackson."

"When you're a star, they let you do it," I would have shrugged but I was laying down.

"I would feel bad if I didn't warn you, Percy," she continued, pulling my head up gently and tapping my forehead until I looked into her eyes. "If you have sex with me, it will feel better than any other woman in the world. You could fill a calendar with every supermodel and still, the memories of this day will drift back to you with yearning." My dick was rubbing against her stomach, and I was already feeling a very carnal yearning indeed. Her skin was soft and smooth, and I was loving the feelings coming from the veiny underside of my cock.

"I don't care," I muttered.

"I want you to say you want it," she said, closing her eyes and bringing her lips close to my ear. "Tell me you want to fuck me more than Annabeth."

That wasn't a part of this before! Don't judge me too harshly, but in the face of wetting my dick I immediately betrayed my most trusted friend.

"Fuck that bitch," I said. "I just use her. If I could give up everything for you, I would. I'd love to spend the rest of my life buried up to my balls in you."

"Aww, how romantic," she laughed, finally kissing me. Her lips were unlike anything I had tasted before. They were so soft and perfect, I felt like I might orgasm from my mouth if it went on long enough. My fingertips tingled and I squeezed her titties hard.

"Okay, I turning you into a really stupid fuckbeast right now," Aphrodite admitted. "This whole time, my magic has been seeping into you, turning off everything in your brain that isn't devoted to sex and pleasure."

"That's hot," I gasped, grinding frantically into her belly.

Aphrodite rolled her eyes and grabbed my stiff cock. "You have way too much enthusiasm. Let me take the edge off things." Her fingers slid over the head of my penis, her thumb running up and down the sensitive underside. My cock twitched and jumped in her experienced plan. Her grasp was firm but not tight. She wouldn't let me blow until she was ready.

"How long could you last, if I challenged you?" she asked me, keeping up the massage of my manhood.

"Uh, like ten minutes," I wagered, though even a handjob was way more intense when it came from her.

"Wrong," she giggled. Her hand tightened around my length, and suddenly she was stroking me fully. My body spasmed in pleasure as I felt the feeling of contentment consume me as she jerked me off. Aphrodite's other hand focused in on the glans of my cock, topping off the stimulation of my shaft with targeted circular motions on my frenulum. It was super hot and incredibly professional. It was the kind of handjob you knew came from a woman who had been servicing dick for the last three thousand years. Don't blame me, but I came in like ten seconds.

The proof of my climax shot out, coating her hands and torso in ropes of cum. I bucked frantically, trying to ride out my orgasm before she withdrew her hands. My mind filled with the calm of a recently blown load.

"Wow," I admitted. "I thought I'd last for at least a minute there."

"You've been saving Olympus and everything, which I appreciate, by the way, but you'll recall you didn't take the opportunity to be made a sex god. You're half-mortal, Percy, and if I want you to cum you have no chance. Your cock is my dominion."

I looked up at her. Aphrodite had a somewhat silly looking face, like she was both fierce and teasing at the same time. I supposed she felt obligated to stay in control, having instigated our encounter.

"Okay, so you made me cum. I'll admit, your hand seems designed to stroke a cock to orgasm. So what's the next step in your divine plan?"

"So nice of you to make sure we have privacy," Aphrodite grinned, looking around at our private aquatic sex chamber before looking me in the eyes and tweaking my nipples pleasurably. "Otherwise you would be embarrassed at how silly you're about to sound."

I meditated on this pronouncement for but a moment. "And what, pray tell, are you going to -"

Aphrodite sat up on her haunches and grabbed my cock with both hands. Her fingers stroked the sides while her thumbs ran up and down the length of my underside, tracing the sensitive main vein. As her fingers circled my head, they danced under and over it, teasing me but not allowing the stimulation to become too intense. Soon I was once again at full hardness. Then the goddess of love moved one of her hands to my scrotum.

"I won't be able to gauge the quality of my work of you don't have a full load of jizz waiting to blow," she explained, before conjuring a red aura around her hand. The magic quickly passed into my ballsack, and I felt cooling sensation followed by a feeling of pressure. I could tell she was using her powers to restore my virility for the next stage of her entertainment. Her other hand kept up the steady massage of my dick, her wrist flexing as she made sure to stimulate every inch of my head, always ending her upward stroke with a little squeeze of my glans. It was a heavenly handjob, and I realized their had never been such attention from Annabeth or any other girl that even came close. Really, a hand shouldn't even feel that good compared to proper pussy, but somehow when Aphrodite stroked me, she knew just the right motions to trick my brain's pleasure centers into lighting up as though I was fucking real pussy. I'm not saying I was surprised at how amazing it felt to be jerked off by her, I'm just saying it was one of those feelings that was so good, you had to think about it in every possible way.

By the time she had filled my balls back up with cum, I was grunting lewdly and bucking into her hand, trying desperately to fuck her fist like a sloppy wet cunt. She was right that the sight would have looked mighty embarrassing: me, the savior of civilization, gasping helplessly, mind focused entirely on the motions of a single, feminine hand. It wasn't even a blowjob and I still lost in a haze of pleasure.

"I think you're really brave and everything, but this is kind of pathetic," Aphrodite said, giggling. "Like, come on, the face you're making should come from me sucking you off while a naiad fingers your prostate. All I'm doing is rubbing you down." She laughed. "You can't even hear me. I'm trying not to judge, but you clearly need more experience."

Actually, I could hear her, I was just so dazed and ecstatic that I couldn't be bothered to reply. As long as her smooth, tender fingers were wrapped around my cock, all was right with the world. As long as she was making me feel so good, I didn't have to think about anything. It was only when her hands finally withdrew that I returned to reality.

"Uh, sorry," I felt my cheeks redden as I looked up at my mistress, still confidently straddling me from just below my groin. "Your daughters never came close to this level of skill."

"This isn't skill," Aphrodite puffed herself up slightly. "This is raw sexual talent. Just as love has a carnal, exuberant side, so do I. And when I am riled up, Perseus, I'd better have some fun or all hades will rain down!"

"I'm not about that!" I sputtered. "I admit, you should take the lead here." The truth was I was so bewildered about the whole experience that I was quite glad she was willing to play dominant. The drugs I'd taken earlier and the consistent stimulation of my genitals was absolutely wrecking my higher brain functions. I was happy to be the sole object of attention from the hottest immortal I knew.

"That's the idea, baby," she murmured, and dipped her head low to kiss me. Without breaking the kiss, which quickly progressed towards the French variant, she positioned herself to maneuver my erection directly beneath her wet slit. She was very ready and there was no lack of moisture prepared to ease my entrance. I closed my eyes and prepared to experience the moment of penetration entirely through my penis.

If you ask a man if he would like to experience sex with the sole sensory input of his cock, and he says no without hesitation, that is evidence that he has never, during the act, attempted to metaphysically move his mind into his dick. Such is what I tried to do as my cock touched the outer folds of Aphrodite's vagina. The feeling was like a mild shock. The reality of the situation, that I was about to be inside a goddess was mind-blowing. The warm flesh of her labia parted around the head of my cock, and my breath caught in my throat as I thought to myself, Holy shit, this is really happening!

It was as though I was losing my virginity all over again. It was a fall through a hole in reality into a world of sensation and satisfaction. I felt the unmistakable heat of a woman's core around my length as she continued to lower herself down onto me. Her body's lubricant, thick and viscous, sparkled in the light as it ensured speedy penetration. The walls of her love canal did not squeeze with the same tightness as some of the younger girls I'd slept with, but instead there were synchronized spasms that pulsed up and down my cock, almost powerful enough to convince me that she had already started moving. Aphrodite was still taking her time bottoming out, probably just to savor the moment as she overwhelmed me, the handsome messiah of greece, with the euphoria of our linked forms. As I came to be hilted in her, I could tell that her pussy was large enough to accept cocks far larger than mine, but that was no obstacle to the rhythmic pulses that battered my cock between her muscular walls. Divine forces had shaped her pussy to be the ultimate in vaginal evolution, and I was now enjoying the celestial squeeze of her prime olympian cooter.

Our kiss continued. My lips tingle as she ravished my mouth, our tongues wrestling while she suckled my lips. A deep kiss like that was usually a bit awkward no matter how good it felt, but this time is was only passion and a deep contentment that was produced within me by the union of our mouths. Any manner of techniques could be employed to milk my cock of cum and her snatch of juice, but a kiss could never be so ignoble. My conciousness seemed trapped between my mouth and dick, torn between the declaration of love and the simultaneous consumption of it.

Aphrodite bounced on my dick, slowly at first, but then gaining speed. The magic definitely delayed my next climax, because the feeling was so good I should have cum on the third or fourth thrust. I'd thought her hand compared to some of the best pussy I'd had in camp, but her cunt was the sweetest cock massage in the cosmos. I had no doubt that if all olympians knew how good it felt to be taken by her, there would be a civil war between the gods. No wonder it took being the god of war to allow Ares to keep things under control. And yet, here she was, fucking me.

I couldn't count the seconds in my head as they passed, nor the minutes. For all I know, I spend hours on my back as she methodically melted by mind into sex putty. As the pleasure radiated out from my cock, my whole body warmed and my mind grew soft and empty. It seemed her vaginal walls were all around me, and my whole body was a stiff and sensitive penis being massaged, my each and every nerve been rubbed down into a state of soothing contentment. As good as I felt, I also began to grow tired. The pleasure of the sex was so good, the satisfaction so thorough, that my mind was turning off as though it thought I was just done for the day. If I felt this good, surely I'd done enough that I had time to rest, right? Wrong!

"I'm going to...mmm...finish up," Aphrodite whispered in my ear after breaking her mouth away. She gave me a soft peck on the lips and then angled her body to allow her pace to double. "This is probably going to knock you out, Percy. Sorry-not-sorry."

"Thiswisamizin…" I started to say. Then the fire of orgasm engulfed my cock and flooded my body. I came.

I came for what felt like hours. The ecstasy surrounded me, squeeze me, rocked me, held me, and nursed me. My senses ceased and for a brief infinity I was alone, facing a mountain of pleasure. It broke over me like a wave, and I felt my muscles clench as the bliss rippled through me. Wave after wave, the pleasure hit me like punches with every rope of cum I spurted deep into the goddess's pussy. Aphrodite tapped her clit three times, which must have invoked some sort of charm because she instantly climaxed as well. Whereas mine was an affair of grunts and frantic thrusting, hers was a more graceful array of trembles and long, sensual moans. I felt her contract around my length, pushing me back into my orgasm just as it had begun to fade. For another ephemeral eternity I drifted on an ocean of release.

Gradually, inevitably, our rutting was finished. Aphrodite gently pulled my deflating cock from her snatch and she elegantly sprawled out beside me. She traced my chest muscles as she whispered in my ear.

"If there's a next time, Percy, you're going to be on top. I want to see what you're made of. Consider this a reward for saving us all, but in the future I expect you to show off, Mr. Champion."

"Mmmm," I hummed, rolling onto my side and sliding an arm around her. I felt too drained to reply. It was the best kind of exhaustion, the kind of slow burning that ached in a perversely satisfying way. Weariness enveloped my mind like the arms of an old friend.

So it was that I fell asleep, wrapped in the embrace of a beautiful goddess.

When I awoke, I was back on the beach, laying on my towel like nothing had happened. The sun barely seemed to have changed position on the sky, and I wondered if my paramour had called in a favor from Apollo to cover up her doings. It was quite possible, as she certainly had her pick of men's favors.

I felt too sluggish to get up. My body felt tired to my very bones, and I knew I needed more rest before I would be fully recovered from the lovemaking session. I had never thought sex could be so good as to render me so completely incapacitated, but the experience had been unworldly. Aphrodite was right when she said the memory would haunt me whenever I fucked Annabeth again.

As I rolled over to resume my slumber, I felt an object in my pocket. I knew i wouldn't be able to fall asleep until my curiosity was satisfied, so I pulled it out and held it up above my head. It was a tiny box, elegantly carved with ancient looking runes. I flicked the lid up and saw within a tiny piercing. It was gold with a beautiful blue sapphire set in it, small and simple yet noticeable and elegant. On the surface of the gemstone was a tiny but legible motif: a heart-shaped lock. Also in my hands was a note. I held it up the the sun and read.

Percy –

This might just be a cure for your propensity to sample to local girls. Annabeth is a good girl, and she deserves to have all of you. It's only fair.

BUT, clearly she isn't enough for you the way she is now. If the two of you are going to be happy, one of you needs to change to suit the other perfectly. And since I like you just a bit better, I recommend Annabeth be the one to change for the good of your relationship.

This piercing is an extremely intricate piece of craftsmanship. Aside from being made of materials unbreakable and indestructible, it has no less than fifteen spells and charms cast upon it. What you must do it arouse your lover, then press the piercing to her clitoris. It will pierce her of its own accord, painlessly, I promise. Then it will unleash powerful magics upon your girlfriend. First, her mind will soften. The quick wits of Athena will fade, and eventually she will be somewhat less intelligent than you. She will also become a much more sexual person, and the desire for sex with you will always force its way to the front of her mind. The harder she tries to concentrate on something else, the more aroused she will be and the more passionately her empty pussy will ache for your manhood. The longer the piercing is in, the deeper the mental reprogramming will go. After a month she'll be useless for anything important, but a better sexual partner than you could ever ask for. There are spells that will make her feel happy and accomplished to be your sex slave, so don't feel bad about snuffing out her free will.

There will also be subtle body changes. Her breasts will grow, shaping themselves to your subconscious tastes. Her ass will swell and other parts will change as the magics mold her form to your unconscious mind's secret cravings. The more you have sex, the faster her body will be refined into your most pleasurable fuck toy.

Percy, needless to say this is a fork in the road for you. You're a big player in our world, a world of gods and godly wars. It may seem wrong, to break your lover's will and sentence her to a lifetime as your fuck-puppet, but I would say it's proof you're a big boy and ready to take what you want from others.

Whatever you choose, I expect to see you again, and I hope you take a bit more initiative next time. Don't get me wrong, I had fun with you!

Love You have a nice cock for a mortal,

Aphrodite 3

You've had enough insights into my decision making process to predict what I decided there on the beach. As I put the box and note back in my pocket, I was already fantasizing about putting the magic stone in Annabeth. I resolved to do it as soon as I returned to camp.

With this decision made, I allowed myself to drift back into the realm of dreams.

If you'll believe me, it's the adventures I had after this point that earned the summer of my sixteenth its legendary monicker.