Hey! Long time no write! Sorry for the long update, but here it is! There is a big lemon in here, but it's not PercyxAnnabeth, sorry! This took me a couple hours to write, so I hope you enjoy this! Now, ON WITH THE STORY!:

Around the same time, in Rome...

Annabeth was standing in her silver toga, watching the celebrations proceed. This was the Feriae Marti, the birthday of Mars Ultor, the start of the Roman New Year. She waved to the citizens from her litter, a fake smile on her face. These festivals bored her. She would much rather be up in her room, reading an old scroll, or pamphlets for designs. She was only here because it was required of her.

Her father's litter, the Inperator Litter, was just in front, where he and his new wife sat. Annabeth was behind them, then her younger brothers were behind her. They were part of a parade, before them had come the jugglers, flippers, and all the other entertainers.

Annabeth could tell that her step-mother loved this part, the part where all the common people bowed as they passed. Her father didn't really care much for it, he liked to wave at people, smile at them, have a drink with them. Her father wasn't exactly what you'd expect of an emperor, he acted like your average commoner. Her father hated being an emperor, too many people kneeling, nobody that will have a real conversation.

Many people thought it was strange that Annabeth was the daughter of Minerva, a maiden goddess. They even went so far as to make strange faces directed at her, but she was used to it. Time couldn't go fast enough for her, this was always dull. She watched the people bow as the Inperator Litter passed, and they still bowed when her and her brother's litters passed by.

Behind them, was the "Legio de in Praetorianis", or the "Legion of the Praetorians", guardians of beautiful Rome. The Praetorians marched in their black-dyed armor, with the purple cloaks, embroidered with golden thread, and the golden SPQR eagle brooch connecting. They were wearing their Corinthian-style helmets, with blue-dyed horse hair.

The common people cheered for them the loudest, for the guardians of the city. The soldiers marched in their companies, one-hundred-and-twenty men each, ten-by-twelve ranks. At the front, riding a black charger stallion, was Praetorian Imperator Carios Servillius Atilius, father of her good friend, Piplin. Flanking him, were his seven Legates, and his thirteen Centurions. Annabeth spotted Jason Jupitus Turquinus, son of Jupiter Optimus Maximus, and Praetorian Centurion.

Her gaze flitted to the man on his right, one of the Legates. This Legate wasn't wearing his helmet, his face was out in the plain. His shoulder-length blonde hair, bouncing so slightly, and his blue eyes, like sapphires. His scar that went from the corner of his right eye, down to the corner of his lips. His features were narrow, strong, and handsome. Lucas Ulpius Tiro, one of the top Legates in the Legio de in Praetorianis. Her heart flitted in her chest when his eyes landed on her.

She could feel heat rise to her cheeks when his lips tugged into a smirk. Annabeth snapped her head back, and waved once again to the crowd, a smile playing her lips. They were nearing the end of the march, next were the Gladiator Games.

Everytime it was Feriae Marti, there was always a week of Gladiator Games. Hundreds of Ludus', or Gladiator School's, came to join in the glory of Mars Ultor. The parade ended at the Colosseum, where a slave helped her out of her litter. Annabeth waited, behind her father, while Carios joined them. She stole a glance at Lucas, and saw hime glancing at her too. Lucas smiled at her, and she gave a shy smile back.

Now that the guard had been assembled, they were escorted to the Hibernis Caesaris, the Emperor's Quarters. The Praetorians left. except for Carios, for the Hibernis Praetorianis. As they went to sit down, servants brought in appetizers, while they waited until high noon, for the games to begin. The quarters had many forms of entertainment, dancers, singers, actors, jesters, and even... sexual activities.

Romans, are not exactly the best example of abstinence. Annabeth sat on a couch, separate and away from everyone else, reading a pamphlet that her servant brought. About an hour later, the... entertainers arrived. Robbus and Matthias, left to go see the pits, and meet the Gladiators. Women came into the room, nude of all clothing, and also some well-endowed men. Her father and Carios were in the middle of talking.

"Oh, my friend," Carios said, "did you hear about Glaucus?" Annabeth put her scroll down, and listened, intrigued.

"No, has he had another bout of insanity?" Carvilius jested.

"No, worse," Carios said, suddenly solemn, "he was murdered." Annabeth's jaw dropped. Legate Glaucus Spurilius Longinus was a retired war hero driven insane. He used to be a sarcastic, funny, humble, and noble man. However, at the age of twenty-four, he was ordered to take his 15,000 men and fight the Germanos, and was sent to Germania. He fought in the Battle of Berlaino, and lost over 13,000 men. He was awarded territory in Aquitania for his bravery, after personally riding into the battle, and killing over 500 Germanos single-handedly. But the loss of all those men had driven him insane. Glaucus became cruel, cunning, and the kind of person you'd cross the street to avoid.

Her father had the same expression, "How did he die? Assassination? Poison?"

Carios shook his head, "He was taking advantage of the Dextera Domini." Carios said, and her father face-palmed. The Senate had allowed the Dextera Domini in an attempt to add more nobles everywhere.

"So, what, did the peasants dragged him off his horse and killed him?" Carvilius asked.

"No, they allowed him to leave, however," Carios continued after taking a pause, "the supposed-to-be groom ambushed them, along with three others."

"Who were they, ex-legion?" Her father questioned, that nefarious curiosity on is features.

"No, better yet-" Carios said, a grin splitting his face, "-slaves." If possible Annabeth's jaw dropped even further, as did her father's. How was this possible? Four slaves killed a Legate.

"Was Glaucus alone?" Her father questioned, after a few minutes of him opening and closing his jaw.

"Nope," Carios said, his grin growing, "he had forty Praetorians with him." Her jaw and her father's officially touched the ground.

"F-f-fo-f-f-forty!?" Carvilius exclaimed, "Four slaves, killed forty Praetorians and a Son of Mars!?"

"I know, but- ah, here's the eliciting entertainment!" Carios exclaimed.

(AN: EXPLICIT SEXUAL SCENES AHEAD! SKIP DOWN UNTIL YOU SEE ANOTHER BOLD AUTHOR'S NOTE IF YOU DON'T WANT TO SEE!)

A woman with breasts the size of cantaloupes came over to him. He pulled her into his lap and french-kissed her. Annabeth could hear moans, and looked over to see her step-mother fucking a Negro. His large black cock was slamming in and out of her walls, his balls slapping her skin. Cock-hungry whore. Annabeth thought to herself.

Carios was now sucking on the whore's breasts, while she moaned elicit. Annabeth could see his tongue going in circles around her breasts, occasionally flicking his tongue across them, hardening the nipples. The whore was pulling off his armor, trying to get to the cock.

Her father was working on another whore, in 69-position. He was licking her cunt, slowly thrusting his fingers in and out of her slit. The whore had already, pulled off his toga, and sucking his cock. Annabeth could see that the whore was definitely feeling pleasure, by the way her body twitched occasionally.

Annabeth decided she had enough of watching them, and went over to a handsome man-whore, and pulled him back to her couch. He dropped his garments to reveal an erect cock, easily seven inches. Annabeth pulled off her toga, revealing her well-sized breasts. She got down on her knees while on the couch, and leaned forward, leaving her rear on the couch.

She took him into her mouth, already tasting the seed on his cock. She licked the cock slowly, dragging her tongue along the bottom. Annabeth turned her gray eyes up to look at her partner. His head was tilted back, a moan escaping his lips. She then stroked it a few times, and began to suck the head. She made quick strokes with her hand, and her left hand was massaging his balls.

Annabeth could feel herself getting wet as she continued her ministrations. She was now bobbing her head, quite fast, even for her. She could feel him slowly getting closer to the climax. She decided to step things up, and she pushed her head deep onto his cock. She could feel it going down her throat, and she fought the gag-reflex. She held this for a little bit, but then stopped for air. The man-whore grabbed her head, and roughly skull-fucked her. The cock was pushing in and out of her mouth quickly now, constantly hitting the area of gag reflex.

She stuck her tongue out, and allowed her mouth to be orally fucked. she squeezed her breasts together, pinching her nipples with the thumb and fore-finger. She moaned, long and loud, looking at him as seductively as she could. She took one hand and began stroking his saliva covered cock as he skull-fucked her.

The man-whore, groaned loudly, and shoved his cock deep down her throat, and released his seed. There was a lot of seed, and it spilled out of her mouth and onto her breasts. Annabeth choked, coughing when he pulled his cock out of her mouth. She looked at him and thought of something. She turned around and pointed her rear and cunt to him, "Eat me out!" She commanded.

The man-whore grinned and replied in a low-gravelly voice, "With pleasure, your grace." He got down on his knees, and she could feel his gaze raking her cunt. He put one finger up to her folds, and slowly played with them. Annabeth gasped as she felt the pleasure, such intense pleasure. She felt anxious for what was to come, and very impatient. She thrust her rear back wards, trying to get him to hurry up. The man-whore just smiled, and kept up his slow ministrations.

Finally, he decided that she had endured enough teasing, and thrust one finger into her folds. Annabeth felt heat pool within her, incredibly sensational. She whimpered as he still went slowly, and began thrusting backwards. He then inserted another finger into her, still moving so agonizingly slow. The pleasure, was massive. He was flicking his fingers inside her, combing her throbbing velvety walls.

Next, he moved his mouth down, and began licking her tentatively. She let out a long and loud moan, lust filled in it completely. He began licking her more fervently, running his moist muscle over her folds, lapping them. She whimpered, her orgasm getting closer and closer. She couldn't take it when he began flicking his tongue over her clit, sucking on it with his mouth.

She screamed long and loud when she came, drenching her partner's face in her sweet nectar. Her orgasm completely emptied the heat inside of her, and she fell forward, rear in the air, gasping for breath. She looked back and saw that he was hard again. Annabeth smiled. "Well, what are you waiting for? Stick it in!" She commanded.

She decided to take a quick look around, to see what everyone else was doing. Carios had a whore riding him, while another sat on his face. Her father was shoving his cock up the ass of another whore. Her step-mother was getting fucked by a white guy, while she was sucking the Negro.

Annabeth couldn't focus anymore, because her partner had just entered her cunt. She could feel him fill her up, and she gasped, clawing the couch, trying to get a hold of something. Her wet walls were clamping down on his cock, he let out a moan as well. She felt her walls adjust around him, slowly. He began moving in and out slowly, and she let out another moan.

She could feel his cock start to move faster, in and out, in and out. She began to thrust back, taking handfuls of the couch in her hands, her knuckles white. She let out a gasp as he slapped her rear. Annabeth she could feel her cunt stretching around him at every intrusion, every little movement. She was about to orgasm, and was already gasping loudly.

He began to fuck her even faster, and she could hear the loud slap as their skin connected. She began to let out loud moans, saying consistently, "Oh, oh, oh, oh!" Annabeth tried to take deep breaths, trying to hold in her orgasm. He began to fuck her even faster, her sopping wet walls beginning to contract around his member. She let out yet another scream, and orgasmed on his cock, he just kept fucking her. He was now fucking her with the intensity of a wild animal, causing her to let out shrieks at every push.

"Ah, ah, ah, ah!" She let out, feeling his member beginning to throb inside of her. He now grabbed one of her breasts, squeezing it, and pinching the nipple, so she let out another groan. He grabbed her hips, letting go of her breasts, and fucked her faster than ever. She let out screams now, and her hips were thrusting back wildly to meet him. Finally, he was done.

He slowed, but thrust into her, deeply, four more times, then he released. His seed came out in several spurts, filling her up. He pulled out of her, and she collapsed, her body covered in sweat. Her breasts heaving now, as she took in deep breaths. Her partner left her there. She fingered herself, slowly slipping her finger between her folds. She could feel his seed swimming inside of her, some was spilling out. Annabeth breathed in deeply, she was safe, her time of the month already happened.

She saw that her father and Carios had finished, as did her step-mother. They quickly redressed, and stepped outside, meeting the guards to go see the Gladiators.

Annabeth's head was still swimming from the two orgasms she received and given. She watched the Gladiators fight for hours, enjoying the fights. She watched Delirus the Vile, champion of Neapolis, get beheaded by Frolis, a new Gladiator from Pompeii. The fights lasted hours, and she cheered for the winners, and jeered for the losers.

Finally, the day was over, and she returned to the palace. When she arrived, she stripped herself, and bathed. Once she was done, she left for her bed. She read some scrolls for awhile, and, deciding she was tired, went to bed to prepare for the new day.

Hey, as I said, that was a BIG lemon! Also, I'm not sure how it turned out, because that was my first time ever writing a lemon... So please tell me what you thought. Don't worry, Annabeth's not going to get pregnant. Also, sorry if you don't like that it wasn't Percy who had sex with her, so, sorry. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this! And As Always, Have A Nice Day!