Annabeth Chase (from Percy Jackson)
"I can't believe you, Annabeth, why don't you want to marry me?!"
As her boyfriend stared at her in anger, Annabeth just shook her head in exasperation.
"I'm just not ready for that. We are a bit young, yeah?"
"But I know I love you," he said, his frown turning almost pouty.
Annabeth sighed at her boyfriend's confession, wrapping her arms around him and pulling him in for a hug. "I'm just not ready to make a commitment, Percy."
"So, you don't love me." The demigod son of Poseidon shoved her back into the wall of her room and yelled, "You're a real bitch, Annabeth. After all we've been through, and you just want to stay as we are. Well I'm done." Annabeth leaned back in shock, gasping for breath after that unexpected turn as Percy Jackson stormed out of her cabin.
She closed her eyes and tried to steel herself so that she wouldn't cry like a child.
"This is not what I was hoping for…" she whispered and decided to just take a shower and head to bed so she can forget this day ever happened.
After the shower she wrapped a towel around herself and made her way to the kitchen to get a glass of water before going to sleep.
As she went to the kitchen and opened the fridge to look for something to drink, she didn't even notice how her towel rode up, revealing her round posterior for all to see. What did she care, after all; there was no one to see it…
"Nice ass."
With a jump Annabeth turned around, finding herself face to face with the speaker. Harry Evans…
Having been at Camp Half-Blood for as long as her, he was a known womanizer as he had slept with Clarissa, Thalia, and numerous other women. However, Annabeth was the one he was truly after, and the longer she stayed with Percy, his half-brother, the bolder around her he was.
And like her, he apparently was at enough ease in to walk nearly naked—in his case, in his boxers only.
"What are you doing here?" she asked, unconsciously tugging down on the bottom of her towel to keep herself from flashing him again.
Harry raised an eyebrow, whether at her question or her action unknown, and his eyes drifted. "Don't know if you remember but I'm staying here as well…"
Annabeth followed his eyes and found what he was looking at: in tugging her towel down, it had begun stretching where her big breasts were, really making them stand out.
With a glare at him, she let go of her towel and instead brought her hands to her hips. "Well, liking the view?"
"Other than the towel, yes I am." He said with a smirk, leaning on the kitchen's counter.
That was the thing about Harry, as his brother had warned Annabeth: he never gave up. Annabeth had learned it as well from her own experience, as each time they saw each other each day Harry had taken the chance to flirt or make innuendos at her.
"Well, two can play this game…"
"Take a picture then, might last longer." Annabeth quipped, continuing to glare at him but letting a smirk grace her features.
"Don't need to, considering I can find it easily on other girls."
That comment drew a reaction from Annabeth, making her eyes widen.
Harry chuckled at it. "What, you thought I would be celibate until you accepted me? Percy couldn't stop babbling to me how he was fucking the Annabeth Chase, so I grew frustrated and decided to let those feelings out on other women."
"I'm gonna kill him, I really will…" Annabeth spoke under her breath, but apparently loud enough for Harry to hear as he chuckled again.
"I heard you two had a… disagreement. Annabeth, you're the only one I really want, though. When I fuck Clarissa, I imagine you, same as for everybody else I've slept with."
Annabeth blushed, not so much at the hidden meaning of his words but at the words themselves.
Truth was, she felt the same way about him. The only thing that stopped her from accepting his advances was because he was 'Percy's brother,' albeit only through sharing a god as a father. Although it never went past sexual banter between her and Harry, Annabeth truly had an attraction for him. She didn't know what it was she saw in him: maybe it was his experience, maybe it was how beautiful and wanted he made her feel…
What mattered was, Annabeth Chase liked Harry, more than she did Percy.
Seeing Annabeth blush and space out, Harry chuckled thinking he had gotten to her. Deciding that was enough teasing for a night, he walked past her and to the fridge, leaning down to pick a beer. Picking another, he held it out for the still spaced out girl. "Want one?"
Annabeth broke out of her musing, looking at the offered beer and frowning. "No, thanks. Don't remind me."
"Huh?" Harry questioned, placing the offered beer back in the fridge. As she explained, however, he laughed; not a chuckle like he had been doing lately, but a full-blown belly laugh. "Oh God, can't believe Percy! He never could hold his alcohol."
Hearing Harry laugh, for some reason, made Annabeth crack a smile herself. After a moment she even joined in with a few snickers, before surprising herself and slapping him lightly on the arm. "Don't laugh, it wasn't funny in the least!"
"Sorry, sorry." Harry recomposed himself, taking a moment to catch his breath and take a drink from his beer. "I apologize for my brother."
"Don't need to…" Annabeth said, smiling a bit.
Her 'animosity' towards her boyfriend's brother gone and starting to actually warm up to him, Annabeth accepted a beer. Before they knew it they had been hanging out for nearly an hour, talking and laughing and… yes, at times flirting.
Except this time Annabeth flirted right back, creating some rather explicit back-and-forth between them.
As they talked and drank, Annabeth found herself drifting her sight just like Harry had once he walked in that night. She paid attention to him, to his physique, and she had to admit she liked what she saw.
True, he was not muscled like some men who worked out, but he wasn't fat nor was he skinny. He was just… nice to look at. His face gave off a tough guy vibe, with his rugged and slightly unshaven looks.
All in all, Harry was the kind of guy she liked. And if he was as good as his brother in bed…
"Goddamnit, Annabeth! Take your mind out of the gutter! You're still with Percy… or are you?" Annabeth chastised herself mentally, shaking her head to ward off these thoughts. As she looked back at Harry, though, she couldn't keep her eyes from wandering… downwards…
And finding themselves fixed on the bulge on his boxers.
"Hey, Annabeth. You there?" Harry spoke with laughter in his voice, breaking her out of her trance. "Geez, my eyes are up here." He said, chuckling as he spoke words he never expected to.
"I could say the same." Annabeth replied, tugging on her towel to accentuate her tits once more; like moths to a fire, his eyes immediately wandered down to them. "Testing… See? You fail as well."
"That was cheating." Harry said with a smirk, placing his empty beer can down.
"All's fair in love and war."
"And what is this? Love or war?" Harry asked, walking closer to Annabeth.
"Wouldn't you like to know?" Annabeth said, crossing her arms under her breasts—intentionally accentuating them. "Care to take a guess."
Harry stopped in front of her, giving her a look with one eyebrow raised. "What about my brother?"
"We're finished." Annabeth said. "Well, I think we are since he walked out but I'm not sure he deserves…"
Annabeth barely finished speaking before she was lifted off the ground, spun around and made to sit on the lower counter of the kitchen isle. Before she could speak anything he grabbed the towel and pulled it aside, throwing it off on the ground and leaving her bare, naked body for his eyes to feast on.
"God, this looks even better than in my fantasies…" He said, taking in every inch of her body.
"Yeah, and you know what?" He raised his head to look her in the eye, her beautiful blue eyes looking back with overflowing lust. In a quick movement she brought her legs forward and wrapped them around his waist, pulling him forward and pressing her tits to his naked chest. "It feels even better to touch."
Deciding to get over with the teasing for now, Harry brought a hand up to the back of her head and pulled her forward, meeting her incoming lips with his own. Annabeth moaned in his mouth as they kissed, not the tender or loving kiss she often gave her boyfriend, but a passionate, sloppy kiss reserved for giving in to her true feelings.
As their tongues came out to play and began a game of wrestling between their mouths, Harry brought another hand up to grab on to her left breast, squeezing it almost painfully before kneading it like dough. The foreplay was enough to make Annabeth lose their tongue fight, allowing him to plunder her mouth as she submissively licked his tongue back.
When they finally broke their liplock, Harry leaned back a little and brought his hand—the one that had been holding the back of her head—to join his other hand on molesting her tits. Together the two mauled them, squeezing and groping every inch of flesh they could, pinching and rubbing the nipples and making Annabeth moan out loud and even—at one particular rough nipple-pinching—to scream.
"Be louder, I don't think everyone heard." Harry said, leaning down to kiss and lick the porcelain white skin of her neck. "Want my brother to hear you? I kind of do, seeing as now you're finally mine."
"Oooohhh… Fuck him…" Annabeth moaned, loving the pricking feel of his stubbly beard against her skin, as well as his hands' ministrations. "Let him hear it… He deserves it…"
Both Annabeth and Harry knew there was no chance for them to be caught; yet, the mere notion that they could be caught by their ex-boyfriend/brother in the act was enough to make them even more excited.
And, in Harry's case, it showed.
"Ooooh fuck…" Annabeth moaned, feeling the clothed cock of her new lover pressing against her naked pussy. "C'mon… fuck me… you dirty bastard…"
"If you insist, little slut." He quipped back, leaning up to kiss her again before pulling back from her. Annabeth let a moan of disappointment at the lack of contact, but let her legs untangle from his waist as she knew what was coming; sure enough, he leaned down and pulled his boxers out, revealing his rock-hard cock for her.
"Oh my God…" Annabeth said, her breath catching in her throat for a moment as she saw his size.
He had a big dick, larger than Percy's by two inches!
"What, too big for you?" Harry asked, with a smirk.
Annabeth looked him in the eye, smirk mirroring his. "Nah, it's just a bit bigger than your brother's."
Harry just shrugged, taking it in stride. "Well, we are descended from Poseidon." He grabbed Annabeth's arm, pulling her to her feet and against him; her breasts mashed against his chest, her rock-hard nipples pricking against his chest, and his cock was pressing against her thighs. "Though you will find out I'm much better than him."
"I can believe it." She said, leaning forward a bit to kiss his chin, loving the way his stub of a beard pricked her lips. "You are more experienced… you know how to fuck…" She added between kisses.
"That I do…" Harry said, deciding to hold this information for a later point. Instead, he spun her around and made her bend over the kitchen isle, her ass jutting out to attention. "What a nice ass…"
"Too bad you ain't going near it…" Annabeth said, looking over her shoulder and shaking her ass at him. "It might kill you with how tight it is. I'm an anal virgin."
"That would be a great way to go." He said back, palming her ass and taking a moment to slap her asscheek. Annabeth jumped a bit at that and moaned, making him smirk. "Seems like someone likes getting spanked. Want me to spank you, Annabeth?"
Moaning as he gave her other asscheek a slap, Annabeth just pushed her ass back more for him as she nodded. "Yes… Please, Harry…"
Harry's smirk widened further as he brought his hand up and then smacking down once more, continuing to spank her ass.
"Yes… Give me some more…"
For a couple minutes the two engaged in this little game, Annabeth moaning out incentives as he alternated between asscheeks, intent on leaving a red imprint of his hand on both. Once he finally achieved what he intended, he squatted down and gave a kiss on each reddened cheek, earning a laugh from the woman.
"Oh God, should have expected you to be an ass-kisser."
"Oh, I would say so with how I've complimented you over the years." Smirking at her, he grabbed and pulled her asscheeks apart, revealing her puckered asshole for his eyes. Pushing his face forward into her ass, he jutted out his tongue and licked it, making Annabeth jump and squeal.
Before he could continue, he felt her hands grab his messy hair and pull him away. "Sorry, but I was serious; the ass is off-limits. At least for now." She said with seriousness in her voice.
Disappointed but quick to recover, Harry nodded. As she let go of him, he grabbed her hips and stood in position behind her, aligning his cock with her pussy. "Ready, my angel?"
"As ready as ever, Harry. C'mon and fuck me!" Annabeth almost growled, looking over her shoulder at him.
Smiling as he felt her lustful gaze on him, Harry pushed forward slowly, teasingly, his head splitting open her lips until it was inside. As Annabeth opened her mouth to complain about his teasing, he suddenly pushed forward violently, spearing his entire length inside.
"AAAAAAAAGGGGHHHH… Ooooooohhhh…" Annabeth, mouth already open, screamed loudly at the intrusion but soon enough it turned into a moan; she wasn't lying when she said he was bigger than his brother, and she had to accommodate fitting him in.
"Oh fuck damnit… What a nice pussy…" It felt good being inside Annabeth Chase, his dream at last achieved. She wasn't tight, at least not as much as he would have preferred, but she wasn't too loose either; it just… felt right.
He might have taken a moment too long in contemplating this feeling, for when he came to she was pushing her hips back against him, trying to fuck herself against his cock since he wasn't moving. With a smirk he took a hold of her hips, keeping her in place much to her chagrin.
"C'mon, fuck me…" She whimpered, looking back over her shoulder with a pleading look.
"Careful what you ask for…" He began pulling out his cock from her pussy, earning a moan from her. "You might just get it." Almost as if emphasizing his words, he thrust back forward, impaling her once more and earning another loud scream/moan from her.
Their rhythm wasn't slow in their need to let out all their feelings; it was a hard, fast rutting, Harry pistoning her pussy from behind with force as they aimed at pure carnal pleasure. Annabeth's mouth seemed to be open in an eternal 'O' as she moaned and cried out, occasionally mumbling obscenities, her body rocking and humping the isle's counter as she got fucked.
On Harry's end, he felt like he was in paradise. Holding on to her hips, he continued to pound into her from behind, watching what he could of her ass ripple a bit each time his crotch came into contact with it.
"Fuck, I love this cunt!" Harry groaned out, one of his hands letting go from her hip and up to her big bouncing breasts, taking a hold of one as he squeezed the life out of it—earning another cry from her.
"Oh fuck, Harry!" Annabeth moaned out, holding on to the isle's counter for support as his pace seemed to get harder by the second.
And then, suddenly he began slowing down.
"Wha-?" Annabeth began as she felt him start to pull out, but stopped as he turned her around so she was sideways with the isle.
"I'm not finished." He grabbed one of her legs and lifted it up, holding it behind the knee to keep it up as he inserted his cock again in her pussy. Annabeth moaned out once more, feeling him reach even deeper in this new position.
Now getting fucked sideways against the counter, one arm support her against it while the other reached forward to hold on to the back of Harry's head to pull him closer, Annabeth did her best to keep eye contact with him as they fucked. Still holding on to her lifted leg, Harry alternated between gazing back into her lust-filled eyes and down to her bouncing tits, one sight as amazing as the other that he couldn't decide.
"Oh fuck, oh fuck, ohfuckofuckohfuck…!" Annabeth moaned out, her face scrunched up a bit as she tried her best to keep her eyes trained on Harry's, her tits swaying enticingly up and down in tempo with his powerful thrusts, her side humping the counter almost painfully for her.
"Who fucks you best, uh? Tell me, whose cock does this pussy belongs to?!" Harry growled out, never once letting go of the animalistic rhythm he had going.
"Oh fuck… You! You, you big-dicked handsome prick!" Annabeth moaned out, now unable to hold back anymore and closing her eyes as she turned her face upwards. "It belongs to you now!"
With a mighty cry, Annabeth tightened her grip on the back of his hair as her pussy began contracting on his cock, her whole body squirming. Harry also groaned out, feeling the effects of her own orgasm: her pussy dampening even further and trying to milk his cock. He could feel her almost dripping out now.
"Fuck it!" Knowing he himself was reaching the brink, Harry let go of her leg and pushed her forward against the isle once more; this time, too tired to support herself, Annabeth pretty much fell face forward on it, completely bent over the counter, as Harry held her hips and railed hard on her once more from the back.
"C'mon Harry… Fuuuuck!" Annabeth moaned out at first as she felt him start faltering in his thrusts, then went silent as he gave a final, hard thrust. Her mouth opened in a silent scream as she felt him cum inside her, feeling the sloshing feel of his cum start filling her up and his veiny member start pulsating against her walls, small and weak thrusts still coming from him.
"Oooooohhh…" Harry moaned, feeling himself empty his spunk in the beautiful woman's pussy. Once he felt done he pulled back out, shooting a couple more strands into her back before staggering a moment as he moved to a kitchen's counter for support. As he recovered, he looked over his handiwork: the woman still bent over the isle, his cum dripping from her pussy and some of it on her back.
"Fucking… hell…" Annabeth moaned out, standing up and turning around to face her new lover. As she carefully sat on the isle's counter, the two found themselves once more face to face, now completely naked and spent, breathing labored and eyes meeting without the haze of lust in them anymore. "Well… That happened."
"Yeah, it did." Harry answered, dreading the awkwardness that was starting to come over the room. "You regretting it?"
"Hell no." Annabeth said, smiling and chuckling a bit. "Why would I regret some great sex with a guy I've wanted for a while now?"
There was a moment of silence once more.
"Can you go again?" Annabeth asked, looking down at his limp cock hardening once more.
He gave a cocky grin.
Suffice to say, Harry and Annabeth spent the night in her bedroom.
Harry woke up to find Annabeth sucking his hard cock enthusiastically.
"So it wasn't a dream, thank the gods."
He let out a groan, as he let a hand carefully caress her dark hair and incite her to push down further on his pelvis.
He enjoyed the feel of her lips going all the way down to his pubic hairs as she deepthroated him.
"You're amazing…" Harry groaned as Annabeth moved up, sucking in a breath and wiping the excess saliva from her mouth; to compensate for it, she began jerking him off.
"I know…" She spoke sultrily, looking up into his eyes. Before he could say anything she moved towards him, taking his lips with hers in a searing, passionate kiss.
"You wanna fuck again?" Annabeth said between kisses, never once faltering in jerking him off.
"I'd be down to do that every day if it was with you…" He said, moving his mouth down to her neck and giving her a bite down, earning a yelp from her and a squeeze of his dick. "But I have an even better idea…"
With that he pushed her off him and back to the pillow beside him, earning a disappointed glare from her. Leaving the bed, he left Annabeth lying there just staring in confusion… until he offered an arm.
"C'mon up."
Annabeth grinned up at him, taking his hand as she stood up. She was led to stand in front of the cabin, at which point she understood what was Harry's plan.
"You are bad." Annabeth smirked, leaning back against the wall of the cabin. "What if someone sees us?"
"You didn't seem to care about that when we fucked back inside." Harry said, pawing her naked chest lustfully.
Annabeth giggled before moaning, closing her eyes as she let herself be taken by the lovely feel of his hands kneading and mashing her boobs together; she yelped a bit as he suddenly brought his face along with his hands, giving her tits a nice sucking like a baby's and occasional bites.
Before long Harry straightened up once more, bringing his lips up from her tits all the way back to her lips for another heated, passionate kiss. As they kissed his hands moved down from her breasts to grasp her hips and, in a quick movement, spun Annabeth around, earning a squeal from her.
"You naughty boy…" Annabeth moaned, closing her eyes and leaning her head back as he began kissing, nibbling and nuzzling against her neck, his hands moving down to slip her yoga shorts off and pull them down along with her panties, forcing him to squat a bit to take the garments off—and making Annabeth shiver as his stubby beard grazed her back as he went down along.
"Ever been fucked outside?" He asked, straightening again and pushing Annabeth till she was against the cabin, her big tits mashed against it. The woman giggled, trying to turn her head to look at him but being stopped as he placed a hand against her head, forcing her to keep her cheek pressed against the wood. She felt his cock rub slowly against her pussy from behind, aligning with it. "Go on the-FUCK!"
Harry didn't answer with words, nor did he let her finish speaking, as he thrust himself forward and speared her insides once more. It fit just right, snug enough she could milk him by tightening a bit and he could get enough friction to pleasure them both.
"Oh fuck!" Annabeth moaned out as Harry grasped her hips and wasted no time building up a fast and rough pace to his movements.
Soon Annabeth's body was rocking back and forward against the wall, her big tits giving the wood a good rub down when not flatly mashing against it. Annabeth's moans and squeals echoed around the lot, a fact that kept bugging the back of both their hands…
What if someone was there, heard them and decided to see what was going on?
What if they were caught fucking right there?
The campground around them was mostly empty, they knew that if someone came by they would see them almost immediately. Yet not even once did the thought of stopping cross their mind; if anything, it only excited them further, the thrill of possibly being caught becoming stronger by the moment, even more so than when they did it earlier.
And so they continued, giving each other quite the workout.
As she moaned and squealed, Annabeth began trying to lean on her arms, trying to lift herself up a bit. Seeing this, Harry helped her; he moved his hands up from her hips, reaching between her and the cabin to grasp her boobs and pull her up through them. In the end Annabeth got what she wanted, managing enough strength to lean on her arms, while Harry found a new set of hangers for his hands to grasp on.
Bending over a bit, Harry moved so his head was against her ear, whispering to her. "You gonna cum, baby? You gonna cum with this hard cock inside your perfect pussy?"
Annabeth gave a small scream, scrunching up her face as she arched her back, trying to push her ass back against him. For his part Harry just continued humping her, hitting deep strokes with his cock inside her, all the while continuing to feed her dirty talk and occasionally nibble her ear or neck.
"OOOOHHH FUUUCCKKK!" Annabeth cried out, arching her back as far as she could, before her cunt clamped on Harry's cock. Her arms gave out and she fell a bit forward, Harry's hands on her chest the only thing keeping her from face-faulting into the hood.
For his part, Harry wasn't going to hold out much longer either. Finding his thrusts more erratic and slower, he helped her down on the porch before pulling out.
Annabeth, despite her still being a bit out of it, read the situation correctly and promptly turned around, dropping down to her knees and coming face to face with his hard, pulsating cock.
"Do it…" She said, bringing her hands to his cock and jerking him off once more. "Cum on my face and tits… Cover me in your tasty cum…"
Seeing the beautiful Annabeth Chase on her knees in front of him, jerking his cock and begging him to cum on her was just too much. Aiming his cock at an invisible target on her face, Harry groaned before unleashing his seed. Rope after rope of cum spewed forth on Annabeth's face, hitting right into her open mouth for the first few spurts before going around to drench her face. After a couple shots on her face Annabeth leaned back, giving him a new target in the way of her tits; the remainder of Harry's cum was gladly given to them, drenching her milky white tits in his sticky seed.
Once done, Harry's breathing was labored once more, he moved to her side and sat down on the porch, catching his breath while watching the beautiful woman play with his cum.
"Hhhhmm… Yummy…" Annabeth said, her fingers scooping the cum on her tits and bringing it up to her mouth, where she licked and sucked her fingers clean. "Your cum is the best…"
Harry moaned in arousal she looked up at him; the combination of her bright blue eyes and the cum still lingering around her mouth and chin giving her an ethereal look.
"Better than Percy's." She gave him a wink, giggling a bit as she let her tongue out to lick along her lips. "The question here is… Can you go again?"
Harry blinked in surprise. "Seriously?"
She nodded, giving him bedroom eyes.
Harry smirked, already feeling his limp cock twitching back into life. "Well, give me that ass and we can see what we can do."
Annabeth looked up at him again, smirking back. "Easy there, even your brother hasn't tasted my ass yet. What makes you think I'm willing to give it to you?"
"Because you have stronger feelings for me?" Harry guessed.
"Hhhmmm… You are right, I do…" Annabeth moved around so she was right in front of the seated Harry, though still on her knees. "But I'm still not giving it to you. Maybe next time, this way you have something to look forward to…"
"Next time? Is there going to be a next time?"
"Of course. What? Gonna say something like you regret doing this?"
"I will never regret this."
"Well then." Annabeth moved forward, her hands grasping his reviving cock and pushing it up as she began trailing her lips along his shaft. "You up for another go?"
Harry just smiled down at her, his hand moving to the back of her head as she engulfed his cock to the base.
For the next hour the sounds of moaning, groaning and skin slapping against skin echoed around the camp as they fiercely fucked once more.
When Percy emerged in the camp where the Athena cabin was to apologize to his girlfriend, he saw her and his brother lying in a pile of their own fluids right out in the open seemingly fucked unconscious.
"What the fuck! Annabeth, Percy?!"
AN: Next chapter will take place in the MCU. Reviews are appreciated :)