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Percy's hands delicately rubbed Annabeth's chest. He was extremely aroused now, his member poking her in the navel, but he pretended nothing was wrong anyway, desperate not to lose the unannounced contest.
"So," she purred. "I've noticed you like my new…form."
Percy's throat constricted, "Yea…I uhh…"
She winked, her storm-gray eyes relentlessly piercing him. Despite her calm composure, Annabeth was actually very, very horny. Her juice flowed down her calf, the shower water and scented soaps disguising the musky scent of her femininity. She was glad that her arousal was hidden as it gave her power over her boyfriend, but on the flip side, her natural smell was far more intoxicating. She knew very well that her womanly aroma could have Percy on his knees in an instant.
The power of scent must never be overlooked, she thought. Just what a daughter of Athena would say.
"Umm…" Percy mumbled, accidentally dropping the soap. It slid in between the flawless, golden legs of his girlfriend, but before he could pick it up, she stopped him.
"Allow me," she said, turning around and bending over to pick it up.
Percy's brain, although composed mostly of seaweed, went into overdrive. He stared with no shame whatsoever at the beautiful form in front of him. Annabeth's smooth, perfectly curved hips that morphed into her round, spankable ass stared right at him. Try as he might, Percy was under the spell of his girlfriend's body.
The heat in the shower rose drastically. It came from the two steaming bodies of course, but as Percy's thoughts became naughtier, the water reacted likewise.
"Ow! Percy! Get your head out of the gutter!" Annabeth chastised.
"Sorry, sorry," he muttered. "It's just- gods I can't wait any longer! Come here!"
She was grabbed and pulled into a tight embrace. Her boyfriend's lips, which had a slightly salty tang to them, mashed against hers in an undeniably passionate motion.
Annabeth's full lips were velvety against his wanting kiss; her breath having a faint smell of honey.
"I need you- now," Percy growled.
His dominant personality took control of the situation. Grasping her by the back, he lifted her off her feet and placed her against the wall. The water, now steaming hot, poured down on them.
Her legs open, Annabeth's slightly musky smell hit Percy like a wall.
He stumbled, an animalistic glint in his eye appearing, something she had never seen before. It was almost as if she had inadvertently unleashed the crude, wild side of him that was begging to be let out. It was almost as if he was a different person.
Almost.
Behind this uncontrolled burst of frenzy, she still saw a fleeting glimpse of the gentler Percy; the one who continued to look out for her. That didn't mean that he would be able to stop himself if he became too rough, but that's what she wanted. The long minutes spent washing each other, teasing each other, was grueling to her. She needed a strong man, a dominant man in her life.
And in her.
Percy had placed the tip of his erratically growing member against her lips. Annabeth thought he was about to push in, so she braced herself, but before she could he said-
"Stroke it."
"Wh-What?" she whispered.
"You heard me. Grab my thick cock and stroke it this instant bitch."
"O-Okay," she squeaked.
SLAP!
"Let me make something very clear to you: you will not speak unless spoken to bitch! Do you hear me?"
The slap wasn't very hard, but it was sharp enough to give Annabeth a jolt of pleasure.
"Yes sir," she replied in her softest voice. She began stroking him, using her hand to rub the length of his cock. She increased her pace, pumping his iron in and out of her fist. There was so much of him that she could have easily used two hands, but she was afraid he'd slap her again, so she dutifully wanked him while he pressed her against the wall.
End of Part 11