I do not now, nor have I ever owned all or any part of PJO/HOO/TTA, the Kane Chronicles, Magnus Chase, the Encyclopedia Brittanica or the Holy Bible, either the Old OR the New Testaments. I do own, however a fair collection of old "Teen Romance" comic books, and they're falling apart. Good for kitty litter if nothing else. And I DO have a copy of the recipe for Sally Jackson-Blofis' primo chocolate chip cookies. And boy, are they GOOD!
***Warning! Lemons Alert! We're gettin' realll lemony here! Still though, not really dirty, just adult. Also, 'AnnaMar' fem slash.***
And a peeping tom god. Don't like, don't read. You have been warned!
This chapter is hereby rated 'M'!
And James351, this one's for YOU!
Conversations With My Father, the Sea God
Chapter 7
Percy's Cabin
The next morning came fast. Percy was in his bunk, sleeping very fitfully when his father woke him up. His dreams weren't the "visions" kind he had so often; they were more of Annabeth and Tartarus. They were the nightmare kind; the kind you can't wake up from. He and Annabeth were holding on to each other, falling, falling, falling...
"GET UP, SLEEPYHEAD, WE HAVE THINGS TO DO!"
Percy shot up out of bed, running for the bathroom, finished showering, shaving and doing his morning general routines in about 5 minutes flat, and his dad just sat by his bunk, inspecting his Minotaur horn fragment.
"Son, you should bring this with you. I will make a throne for you just below mine and Triton's. He sits below me to my left. His mother's throne is equal with mine on the dais, and on my right. I may move Triton over by his mother, if he prefers it so.
"Your throne shall be adorned with scenes of some of your mightiest victories, and this horn shall adorn the very top of the backing of your chair. I will also have a replica of Riptide made to adorn your chair, and your name shall be enshrined above a small golden circlet, just above your head on the backing. Do you like it?"
Percy looked at his dad, sat down next to him... and fell promptly back asleep.
Poseidon just stared at the sleeping teenager (still a teen, but just barely!), sighed deeply and looked at the alarm clock.
It was 4:30 am.
"Oh well, it is actually a bit early", sighed the slightly disappointed Oympian. "Maybe I should just let him sleep in a bit longer". And so saying, he gave his favorite and youngest son one more look before flashing out; "Hmm, I didn't know Percy drools in his sleep!"
And anyone looking at the cabin would only have seen an extremely bright flash, and then darkness punctuated by some snores…
Annabeth & Maria's pov
Maria stirred in her sleep, her right arm crossing over Annabeth's sleeping form. Both women slept naked, and Maria's hands brushed over Annabeth's left breast, slightly irritating her nipple. She began stirring in her sleep.
The moon was still high in the heavens, and the open window let in the night air. The various aromas of the honeysuckle vines that festooned the Athena cabin vied with the scent of the rose bushes of the Demeter cabin, just a couple down from Athena's. And to add to and amplify the riot of aromas, the wonderful perfume of strawberries and fresh-mowed grass came through the room's sole open window as well, just to the side of the comfortable double bed.
And all that input, most especially the aroma of salt air to the young woman's senses stirred Annabeth in her sleep; she was almost awake, just kind of 'skimming the surface' of her consciousness. She could feel the curved body of her lover against her as they slept in a 'spooning' position, and she began to feel what Maria's fingers were unconsciously doing to her. It all served to excite the young demigoddess.
That Annabeth was starting to get really aroused was an understatement. Maria was always able to excite Annabeth, sometimes just by kissing her, sometimes breathing on her neck, and a few times by gently nibbling on her ear. She had an expertise about her in terms of being able to arouse her newest lover to heights of passion that Annabeth had never before felt.
The demigoddess thought about how much she was going to miss this part of waking up every morning, once she left for Atlantis. The two always made love, long before they ever got up out of bed.
Mmmmm! Annabeth could smell the salt air from the nearby ocean. It must be really clear outside, because the aroma of the fresh sea air, a perfume that Annabeth loved, was so… vivid this morning! Annabeth's bladder was irritating her slightly, and she very quietly and regretfully (!) got out of bed to go to the bathroom. What she saw next out that window made her stop short and really stare.
All of a sudden, the background outside the window had come into much sharper focus; she saw the silhouette of a very large man walking along the path at the rear of the cabins. He turned his body to look up at the moon, and she could see the face of Percy's father. No wonder she could smell the ocean so strongly!
Annabeth had never looked at Poseidon all that closely before. He seemed to be just standing on the path; he sniffed the air audibly, catching all the other aromas carried on the night breezes; his incredibly athletically powerful and large masculine form was outlined for the nude demigoddess to see. His arms were very strong; his biceps were bare to her view. His legs were also strong with large and incredibly defined muscles. And the Tommy Bahama shorts he wore did absolutely nothing to hide the big bulge between his thighs. Could he see her?
The god fairly rippled with power; Annabeth was already aroused, and now she was fairly sweating with lust! And Poseidon just stood there, seemingly oblivious to the incredibly erotic view of the daughter of his greatest rival, standing there, her hand subconcsiously touching herself in various aroused places. Her body had blossomed from athletic and trim, to firm and voluptuous. Her curves caught every man's eye lately, and she had been the subject of many of Percy's dreams. Sometimes even in a good way! Certainly in erotic ways. And not only Percy's.
Her soft, luxurious mane of golden blonde hair fell down past her shoulder blades in a shower of her beautiful princess curls. A lot of women would kill for a head of hair like hers, and a lot more men... as well as women... would like to get their hands on that hair, and grab it between their fingers, yanking back until Annabeth's long and beautiful neck was exposed to them.
Her breasts were large and firm, and right at that moment, her 'lights were on high beam'; her large nipples were absolutely and painfully erect from all the lust she suddenly felt. Between what Maria had done to her, the incredible aromas and the overpowering sight of the ocean god just rippling with an absolutely incredible amount of golden energy pouring off of him, she had no chance.
Annabeth came spontaneously, falling to her knees and shuddering, her beautiful and very sexy body shuddering with waves of pleasure almost unlike anything she'd ever felt before. She'd barely touched her little button, and THIS had happened; she was almost in shock! Her hands were wet with her come.
Percy had held her nearly naked body very close every chance they had to sleep together, but he could never complete her seduction. He'd placed Annabeth on a pedestal and didn't know how to fetch her down. No relationship can survive that. Certainly theirs hadn't
The usually cool and collected as well as logical daughter of the goddess of wisdom was always ready for Percy to claim "his prize"; after all, he truly did love her, she had absolutely no doubt. He'd jumped after her into hell, Tartarus; he had saved her life and almost lost his protecting her so many times; Percy was every inch the Hero and every inch one sexy young man! He shared many of his father's best features. Including that perennial tent pole of his; nooo, not Riptide!
He had an 8 pack of abs, a pair of lean and incredibly well muscled legs; his calves bulged like twin 5 pound rocks and his arms looked like twin pythons coiling and bulging. His pecs looked like twin slabs of rock, and when he took off his shirt to cool off during breaks, it often reduced the teen girls training with him to have to sit or fall down. Even Clarisse LaRue wasn't immune!
When he fought during training he would often take on several other warriors at once. And he would win! But he always did it to demonstrate actual combat for the trainees in his classes, and never to show off.
He was kind to all, patient with most, and genuine in everything he did. Plus he was physically the hottest guy in camp. It was no wonder seemingly every girl in camp wanted him, and why everyone was willing to follow him into battle.
And that was part of the problem. Annabeth was still possessive about 'her' SeaWeed Brain. "HERS" being the operative word here. She was actually glad that Percy would be busy in Atlantis for the summer. Otherwise he would have been fair game for every hottie in camp! This may not have been a 'logical' way to deal with Percy given Annabeth's choices and her decisions lately. But there you are. And there she was!
And what that decision might mean both for herself and Maria didn't bear thinking about because Maria 'was hers', too! How this was all going to work out was anybody's guess. But Annabeth was very clear on one thing; she wanted Maria touching her, and not Percy. Or his father for that matter. Or Triton.
Maria made her skin, her nerves, her hair, her whole body come alive as soon as she touched Annabeth. How could anyone else make her feel that way?
How, indeed?
Triton's pov
Triton was very curious about these two women. Maria was a puzzle; a "clear-sighted mortal", whatever that really meant. Could she be a long-lost legacy? Imagine finding that out, that the individual mortals who were all called "clear-sighted" were actually legacies of older demigods and, consequently, gods. Now that would really confuse things!
Triton had been inside the girls' room since about an hour ago, just watching them sleep. He was always curious about mortals, and in particular about his "little brother's'' girlfriend. He liked blondes in particular and had sired a few mortal children over the centuries, and all with well stacked blonde mothers. He really wanted to "get to know" Annabeth, and although Maria wasn't a blonde, he had also always liked Sally Jackson as well. And Sally was a brunette.
He smiled as he thought of Sally about ten years earlier; she'd taken little Percy to the beach so Poseidon could watch them for awhile. She was in a really fetching white bikini, and it left very little to the imagination. His father had developed a very serious... 'attachment' for them both, and Triton's mother was completely pissed beyond reason.
It had been a few decades since the old man had last begat a demigod, and his offering Sally and little Perseus a mansion under the sea did NOT sit well with Amphitrite. She detested mortals in general; she was a Titan's daughter and that made Triton not only a god, but a demi-Titan as well.
And his appetites for "begetting" were large! Combined with the fact that he had no shame regarding mortal women, and his attitude toward them as good only for sexual playtoys made things worse. Or more interesting, depending upon your point of view. Of course, he wasn't stupid enough to reveal his feelings in this, or anything else much. It was just better for 'things' this way.
He was really enjoying his view of Annabeth's derriere, unobstructed as it was. Tanned and high and ROUND and tight; yes! Utterly spectacular! His kind of woman! And the sight of her orgasming at his father, who was currently just out-of-view to Triton, was a very revealing little episode. She knew little shame. Good!
The covers on the bed suddenly moved, and a voice still muzzy with sleep whispered out; "Annie? Honey? Where are you?"
"I'm right here, Mimi. I got up to go pee, and I tripped on something".
"Well, come back here, I'm cold! You gotta warm me up here!"
"Ok, lemme just pee real quick and I'll come right back".
They were keeping their voices down so as not to wake up any very small children; they'd have to put clothes on then, and get the little one back to sleep; and neither of them wanted to have to do that. It usually entailed a 'sleep-over' situation, and the bed wasn't all that big. Annabeth made a mental note to purchase a queen sized bed as soon as she had the opportunity. It wasn't much larger than a full, but it would feel much roomier.
Triton, barely moving so as not to alert either woman, tried edging over to get a better look inside the toilet. Annabeth was cleaning herself off with a washcloth; that must've been some orgasm, if she'd been that wet!
More like drenched, actually. She finished and shut off the light. Crossing the room, she very suddenly had yet another dose of sea air. But in looking out the window, she could see Poseidon had gone. Good thing, too! Annabeth had never experienced more than one orgasm in a night, and wasn't sure what might happen if she did; would she become insatiable, having uncontrollable chain-orgasms? The idea of completely losing control and literally "submitting" to her own beautiful body's reactions actually scared her.
For all her smarts, she was woefully ignorant in some areas. She resolved to study the subject as soon as possible. Hah! As if THAT might help in this area!
She suddenly grabbed her knife,whirled on the spot and threw the dagger right where she thought the sea-air smelling intruder was standing. But Triton saw her grab the dagger, and he got out by fading to sea air; Annabeth missed hitting him by a second or so. And she never saw him at all.
Maria shot up to a sitting position in the bed and hissed at her "Annie! What the hell are you doing?"
"Getting rid of an uninvited guest. This has never, ever happened before that I know of, not here!"
Maria made a weird face at Annabeth as she retrieved her dagger and just slid back down and said, "I think you've been dreamin', sweetie! Invisible burglars! Huh! I'm going back to sleep now. It's almost 5, and you guys start early here. I wanna get a few more zzz's in, okay darlin'?"
Annabeth got a wicked smile on her face, and said to the curvaceous brunette in her bed, "Ohhhh, no you don't! This whole thing started about five minutes ago with you playing with my nipple in your sleep! You and I have unfinished business, missy!"
Annabeth slid into bed, making sure that her lover was watching her every movement. She got in very slowly, gently pulling the covers down to their waists. Annabeth was usually a bit passive with her lover, but not this time! The beautiful blonde slowly and deeply kissed her girlfriend, and then started nibbling and tonguing her way down Maria's lovely pale neck, right down to her breasts. Soft and pear-shaped, they were fairly firm. Maria jiggled and bounced when she walked, which got every male with a sex drive watching her to the exclusion of even traffic on occasion! There'd been a few fender-benders when Maria wore a miniskirt and heels out to dinner with Annie one night. Not to mention numerous offers of dinner and drinks for them both! Between Annabeth's beautiful midi-length Shantung silk Ao-Dai sporting a thigh-high slit up the side, and the silver, strappy heels that so beautifully defined the muscles in her legs, not a male in Manhattan stood a chance!
Annabeth took one breast in the palm of her hand,and lifted it to her lips. She gave Maria a sidelong "sneaky-pete" glance, and very suddenly popped the nipple between her moist lips. As she started very tenderly rolling and licking and kissing the tender thing between her beautiful lips, Maria let out a low hiss of breath; she'd have to be very quiet. Normally, they just made as much noise in their sound-proofed room as they desired. They'd designed the sound proofing themselves, from some drawings of a sound studio Maria had found in an architectural digest. No sound carried past that. But their room here was different.
Annabeth switched breasts and started nibbling the next nerp using her teeth softly, and how she knew Maria liked it; just a little bit rough. And like it, she did! Maria started writhing underneath the bombshell blonde, and suddenly put the palm of her hand right up to Annabeth's rear end. She used the tip of her finger to go in and out of Annabeth's back door; it was a preference that had initially surprised Maria.
But Anbabeth was really full of surprises. She had very few inhibitions,and was willing to try almost anything. Almost. Just no artificial penises.
She'd flatly refused, saying that if she wanted a penis, she'd go out and pick a man up for the purpose, use him and that would be it. She couldn't 'use' Percy in such a base manner, although she'd always prefer him for that purpose. But he was already terribly emotionally attached to her, and he loved her too idealistically. She would never wish to confuse Percy in that way.
Annabeth liked what Maria was doing, but desperately wanted more. She took Maria's hand and moved it in front. There… she let her breath out in a low hiss, loving the amazing feelings that this wonderful new "addition to her personal life" was causing in her belly. The stirrings of her own orgasm were beginning and she loved it!
Annabeth truly enjoyed what they were doing and Maria was enjoying the results! Annabeth started kissing and licking and nibbling her way down to Maria's nethers. She tongued her lover's belly ring, and that never failed to fill the smaller woman with incredible anticipation. When Annabeth finally got down there, she began tracing the alphabet on Maria's clit with her tongue, first in English and then in Greek. Right about the time that Annabeth hit the letter "L", Maria had her first orgasm. Annabeth smiled and moved up to kiss her supposedly sated lover's lips with her own juices, something that Maria loved doing. But Maria surprised her as-yet somewhat inexperienced lover by pushing her head back down and telling her, "Hey, missy! Where you think you're going? You got the rest of both alphabets to finish!"
And as the moonlight faded to the breaking dawn, Maria came yet again, and Annabeth was astounded. Because she had come for the third time already, and wasn't afraid of how she felt about that anymore.
For the time being at least, Poseidon and Triton and Percy, indeed all men had been erased from Annabeth's consciousness. And only her new love remained. And with the moon's last waning rays, Artemis smiled.