A/N: I own nothing, enjoy!

Trigger warnings at the end of the chapter. Also, underage readers read at your own risk, and I do hope fanfiction is not your only source of sex education, cause, uh, while there's good stories out there, there's even more bad smut out there. So many. So many you'd have to be a child of Poseidon or have Frank's ability to not drown in them.

Percy dropped her tumbling into the large bed, both of them giggling as she tugged him down with her. Annabeth's laugh caught in her throat though as she felt Percy lay his whole body against hers.

Warm, delightful skin caressed against hers. Her back met the sheets, while her breasts rubbed eagerly against his muscled torso. His taller and bulkier frame caged her, as if preventing her from escaping. Well, she had no intention of running away tonight, nor would she let Percy escape from his duties as a husband as well.

"I thought most brides were supposed to be blushing and embarrassed when their husbands took them to bed for the first time." Percy teased. "My bride seems a little too eager for that."

"My new husband should just get used to the fact that I am not most brides," Annabeth shot back. "Now hush, while I enjoy this view."

She glanced downwards, enjoying the pleasant sight of fine dark hair dusting his pectoral muscles. Even lower still, she could see his aroused cock prodding at her lower stomach.

Was that how it looked like in real life? Piper had once offered to describe what a man's aroused length looked like, but Annabeth's stomach had churned as that would mean Piper would be giving a very detailed description of her cousin's male anatomy. Sure, Annabeth and Jason were close, but she didn't want to be that close.

Percy's length, Annabeth judged, was more than just adequate, even based on the limited knowledge and experience she had. The head was just a couple shades darker than the flesh below. Even now as she watched, the organ was beginning to rise up. Her cheeks reddened as she realized Percy was more than ready and willing to be inside her. He found her utterly desirable and irresistible, and that knowledge made her heart flutter.

Annabeth looked back up at Percy's face, which was now sporting a faint flush from her intent perusal of his lower parts. She smirked. "Who's the blushing bride now, Your Grace?"

Percy threw his head back and laughed. "I knew you had a scholarly family, but I didn't expect you to study me so closely. Trust me, you can study me all you want, Annabeth." He nibbled on her earlobe, breathing dangerously heated words. "But for tonight, it's all about your pleasure. You can expect to scream my name many times tonight, as well as all the other nights from now."

A dainty eyebrow lifted up. "You seem so sure of yourself," she taunted. "Is that a challenge?"

"It's a promise. Now, it's your turn to hush. It won't be fair if you're the only one who gets to look."

Annabeth flopped her head onto the pillows, letting Percy do whatever the hell he wanted. Her curiosity was peaked, and she wanted to experience everything he could give her.

Sometimes her curiosity got her into serious trouble. She was beginning to think that she was in trouble the moment Percy's fingers grazed her ankles.

"Mmm!" Annabeth felt his lips brush against her right foot and then travel its way up her calf. "What-what are you doing?"

Percy didn't answer right away, far too concentrated now on planting a soft kiss on her right knee. "I've decided that merely looking is for fools. I want to see, touch, and taste every part of you, Annabeth."

When she met his gaze, his usual green orbs had darkened in want. His fingers skimmed behind her thighs.

Annabeth's eyes widened as she realized the position she was in, with his hands spreading open her legs so he could have a perfect view of her hot center.

"You have blonde curls down here, too." He noted astutely.

Gods, she could kill him. All she wanted was for him to make steamy, passionate love to her, and here he was being a scholar observing the color and texture of the hair between her thighs. Why couldn't he be studious in other more appropriate times?

The mischief was clear in his desire-laden eyes as his mouth began its methodical exploration of the skin behind her front thighs. Her leg was pushed up, exposing more of her to his access.

Her head fell back onto the sheets, frustration dissipating as the soft sensation of his tongue and lips continued their expedition. When had the skin there become so sensitive?

"Percy, please." Annabeth wasn't sure what she was asking for, just for him to continue with what he was doing.

"Just relax and feel, Annabeth."

Easy for him to say. Annabeth gasped when his lips reached the juncture of where her thighs met. He wasn't the one whose body was literally quivering.

Then she felt him. Felt him take a slow, torturous lick of her inner folds. His tongue was slick, hot, and definitely too experienced in probing her slit until she felt a trickle of wetness escape her folds. Annabeth's hands grasped at the sheets, desperate to find something to hold herself in place while his tongue performed its wicked dance across her center. Never mind, perhaps she needed to find something to tie herself down to earth before her pleasure lifted her to the sky.

Percy pushed her thighs down to the bed, stopping her from squirming her center away from him. She barely registered herself crying out as his tongue resumed its performance, this time circling around her swollen clitoris. That little button of pleasure swirled her to new heights.

Percy's promise come true when she couldn't prevent herself from screaming out his name. That infuriating but sexy bastard had grazed his teeth against her clitoris, resulting in a surge of uncontrollable wanton flames between her thighs. Her mind was hazy, barely registering that she was shaking all over.

He was ruthless in reply, pinning down her legs and spreading her open so he could have regain access to her creamy center. Her hands found a hold on his thick hair, trying to stay afloat as his mouth worked her up. Nothing, nothing they'd done before, in the carriage, in the library, could compare to what was going on now.

What felt like hours must have been only mere minutes. Her head was thrown back, as unbelievable pleasure caused tremors to wreck havoc among her senses. She had never heard of anyone blacking out during a love-making session, but she might just experience that for herself right then.

Percy's fingers massaged her hips as he waited for her to come back down from her climax.

"You know, if you keep biting your bottom lip like that, I'm going to have a hard time controlling myself." Percy held himself steady over her, lips still holding evidence from her first orgasm.

Annabeth couldn't help staring at the man before her, who was obviously pleased that he'd gotten her to moan his name out, not once but twice. "Then perhaps I should bite my lip more often."

"Do that, and you'll find your lips always attached to mine, my beautiful wife."

So of course she had to bite her lip to test that out. Percy dipped his head down to hers, letting her taste her arousal exactly as he had tasted hers. Her arms snaked around his shoulders, wanting to have his body against hers again.

Then he unpredictably flipped her over onto her stomach. "Percy?" She wondered.

He responded by squeezing her rump, one hand on each plump buttock. "I was being serious by touching each and every part of your body. I've always wondered what this delightful little derriere would feel like."

Annabeth had to muffle her cries when he squeezed again, followed by a light smack for good measure. Children hated being spanked as a punishment, but as for adults, why was spanking starting to feel more erotic by the second?

Percy now concentrated on making her back tingle by pressing hot, open mouthed kisses along the curve of her spine.

"Mmm," she sighed softly.

"Have I lived up to your expectations so far, my wife?"

"Yes, but only because I had low expectations to begin with, Your Grace." Her laugh was short lived before turning into a moan when his fingers went underneath her body to caress her inner thighs as retaliation. "You-"

"Oh, I'm sorry. I couldn't quite hear what you were saying." Then a finger delved into her folds as he pulled her hips up, leaving her upper torso pressed against the bed. "Would you like to evaluate your statement again?"

Annabeht cursed her husband's pettiness as another finger joined the fray. Slick digits worked her opening, eager to make her more wet and prepared for the eventual thrust of his cock. She shivered, knowing that the two fingers inside her would be nothing compared to the girth and length of his cock.

"Such dirty curse words for a lady. I wonder what else could that pretty little mouth do?"

Her mouth opened to retort, but when his fingers slid in and out, all her mind could come up with was his name escaping her lips. Her walls clenched down, but the wetness of her walls helped his fingers glide. Now and then his fingers would curl up against the walls so she could feel every angle of her center being stretched.

"Percy!" She cried out as another climax overtook her. His fingers didn't even stop as her legs shook, merely continuing their tirade of thrilling her body.

He had made her come twice already, and they hadn't even completed the actual marital act. Was this how most wedding nights went?

"How are your expectations of me now?"

"I didn't realize that my husband was so childish." She said once she got her breath back.

"I could say the same about you. Trust me," he whispered into her ear. "There's a lot we still have to learn about each other. Shall I teach you?"

Percy pulled her body up on all fours, pressing the head of his cock against her swollen entrance. She whimpered as she felt the head nudge against her inner folds. Hot, hard, pulsing with need. With his hands positioned at her waist, all he had to do with press forward and take her. Immediately, she knew she was going to fall apart in his embrace.

"No, not like this." Annabeth managed through breaths of air. "I want to see you."

Percy obeyed, gently flipping her over. She kissed him deeply, breathing in the scent of a man mingled with hers.

"I want you, Percy."

Percy bent his lips down to her jawline, sucking on the soft skin. "Gods, Annabeth, you're going to drive me insane." His voice was raw, the tone deeper and huskier than usual.

"Good. As long as I'm the only one doing that."

"Only you," he promised. "And always you."

Percy lifted one of her legs, spreading her open once more. Her eyes fell closed as he guided his well-endowed cock to her entrance. He was gentle, always making sure that she felt no discomfort.

The head brushed past the outer wetness, then he pressed through, pushing past her inner folds. Percy groaned as he settled between her, letting his cock slowly fill her up. Annabeth gripped his shoulders, her fingers digging in the skin when she felt him push past her hymen.

He was hot inside her, foreign yet feeling like he fit perfectly within. Now every inch was embedded inside her, length pushing against her walls. She could only describe it as feeling full, as if this was where he was meant to be. Every time she moved, she could feel her walls caress against his hard cock. If he hadn't prepped her before with his tongue and fingers, she had a feeling she would have been too tight and uncomfortable to receive him.

"Annabeth?" His voice was hoarse. "I'm going to move now."

At her nod, he pulled out half-way in. And when he slammed back in, she felt her mind, body and heart fall from the skies.

Annabeth lay on her side, utterly spent. She felt more tired than after a three hour sparring session with Luke and Thalia. Still, she felt quite smug like a cat purring after its nightly bowl of warm milk and cream.

A whimper escaped her when she felt Percy's fingers dance up her back, sending sparks up on her spine. Those fingers had been in places she didn't know existed as centers of heated desire.

"Don't worry, I'm not asking for another round." Percy promised as she whined. "How are you feeling?"

She pushed herself to flip over, groaning at her sore muscles. "Good. Too good." She drawled lazily. "I might never let you out of this bed, you know."

Percy laughed out loud, snuggling close to her. "That should be my line, you know. I'm glad you're feeling content."

"Oh, much more than just content, believe me." Annabeth stifled a yawn threatening to rip itself into existence, curling herself into his bare chest. "But now I'm sleepy."

Percy kissed her forehead and tucked them both under the warm covers. "Sleep it is. Good night, my love," he whispered.

His last words were spoken so softly that she wasn't exactly sure what he had call her. The gears turned and turned in her mind, futile in trying to work out what he said. But then sleep overtook her underneath its tides, carrying her softly in its waves of dreamless slumber.

Annabeth woke hours later, her sore lower torso and thighs blatant reminders of what transpired the night before. She didn't have to move her head far to see Percy asleep beside her, one arm loosely cradling her to his chest. The covers had fallen off of him just a bit, exposing the magnificent chest she had had the chance to feel last night.

She smirked at the little puddle of drool at the corner of his lips. Cute. And only she could catch such a glimpse of his cute side.

His dark eyelashes were quite long, framing his eyes. Smooth skin all around his nose and covering his cheeks, smoother than what she expected. Most soldiers had scars, but Percy had none on his face. There were just a few battle scars on his back, those that she thoroughly enjoyed discovering. She poked his aristocratic nose just to marvel at its curves. What had she done in her past life for her fortune in having such a handsome husband?

Annabeth would have been content to gaze at Percy just a little longer, but he began to stir after her awakening. Remnants of battle-hardened nerves, she reckoned.

"Morning," he mumbled. "Are you an angel?"

"No, Seaweed Brain, I'm your wife."

"I see no difference." Percy turned and pulled her tight to his body. "Did you sleep well?"

"Absolutely. How about you?"

Without opening his eyes, he kissed her slow and methodically. Annabeth never knew morning kisses could be so tantalizing or addicting. She could get used to this. "Never better. Not too sore, I hope?"

Annabeth rolled her eyes. "I'm not a porcelain doll that's easily broken, you know."

"Good, then I hope your stamina's recovered." With a wicked grin, Percy threw the covers over their heads once more. Within seconds, Annabeth affirmed she really could get used to this as she felt Percy's tongue sweep across her inner folds, quickly getting wet from his ministrations.

The newlyweds' morning went undisturbed as the servants made wise decisions to not knock until the moans subsided when they pressed their ears to the door.

For the next few days, Annabeth and the servants in Percy's mansion became acquainted. The servants found their new mistress to be kind and intelligent, if a bit eccentric. When household and political duties were settled, the Earl and the new Countess often went horseback riding into town, or sometimes engaged in sword-fight duels, or other activities usually not befitting their station. It nearly upset the poor butler who was used to strict propriety from his previous masters to consume several anxiety reducing possets.

But one thing was clear to the servants, the Earl and the Countess had an unique and strong relationship. The servants served Annabeth without question, as one who had her husband's favor held power over all the household. That relationship was only deepened by the Earl and Countess sharing one bed chamber, with the chamber initially prepared for the Mistress left empty to serve as a guest chamber only.

All in all, the Earl's household was quite fond of the new addition to the Earl's family. Coins soon exchanged hands for when the first child was to be born and whether the child would be male or female.

Such rumors spread quickly from household to household. High society was beginning to see more and more couples being married not for power or money, but for genuine companionship and love.

But not every household was fond of such gossip.

Warning: Abuse and marital rape mentioned.

Baron Rodrick threw the porcelain vase onto the ground. His third wife, Lucia, and Lacy cowered in the corner. They were not unused to Rodrick's fits of rage but it unnerved them just the same.

Usually seeing the women in fear would give Rodrick the satisfaction and power he craved. But not today. He'd felt utterly humiliated the past few weeks.

First there was that whore Annabeth who had defeated him in the duel for her hand. What kind of insane female who wasn't a solider learned sword-fighting?

And then there were the rumors escaping that he had lost his bridal candidate to the Earl. Rodrick gnashed his teeth and threw another vase, this time at a mirror until both shattered into dangerously sharp shards.

Now, his business partners were shunning him as well. His new venture was going to be into sea mines, but he was sure that bastard Earl had a hand in stopping all communication between his partners. The Earl practically controlled the most lucrative ocean formed jewel trade between the Atlantis Empire and the Olympian Kingdom.

Oh, yes, he was going to have them pay. Both that Atlantis bastard and that whore who opened her legs for that bastard. They suited each other perfectly, all right. But how was he going to punish them?

"Get up," Rodrick snarled to his third wife.

She obeyed, her legs quivering. Still, she tried to put her body between him and Lacy. What a useless pair. The sight of them infuriated him.

Women like them were only good for one thing, yet all his women refused to give birth to a son.

"Get out," he screamed at his daughter.

Lacy's worried eyes drifted to her mother.

"Now!" The baron screamed.

Lacy scrammed, like the little rat she was.

Lucia's brown eyes were fearful, unknowing of what was going to happen next. Oh, yes, if only that blonde arrogant slut was in Lucia's place, knees on the ground, eyes begging for mercy.

Lucia screamed as a hand slammed into her cheek. The baron was hitting harder than usual, but he didn't care. He would just forbade Lucia from exiting the mansion until her bruises healed, just like always. One pudgy hand grabbed Lucia's blonde hair, forcing her up before slapping her again.

Yes, this was what always took the edge of his anger off. He would have Annabeth Chase bloodied and bound before him. What would the Earl's reaction be if he sent Annabeth back to him, used and dirtied? How would the baron love to see the expression on that monster.

His eyes fell on the shards from the mirror and the vase. Indeed, what if he carved a few memorable patterns on that slut's body? Something to mark damaged goods when the baron was done with the Chase woman. And once a woman was damaged, the Earl would no longer want her. Oh yes, Baron Rodrick would guarantee that he would be avenged.

His anger was beginning to fade, but another urge was beginning to grow. Hmm, Lucia was blonde just like the Chase girl was. His third wife would be a perfect practice doll for what he planned to do to his lost fourth wife.

The baron hauled Lucia to his chambers before forcing her onto her knees to receive him in her mouth. By the time he was done with her, he had two other wives to go through. Perhaps tonight was the night he could sire a son from at least one of them.

Hidden in the dark hallways with tears streaming down her face, Lacy stuck her fist in her mouth to prevent the cries from coming out. Her father was more of a tyrant than usual, a monster she now shared blood with.

Something had to be done. But what?

A/N: Welp that went dark 0 to 100 real quick. Who predicted Baron Rodrick to take revenge, raise your hand. I had to reduce the darkness for the T-rated version, just to be super uber safe. Rip, I hope I haven't pushed the envelope too far.

Also it annoys me so much to know in the past women were often blamed for not giving sons. Well, excuse you, sir, for not having strong enough Y-chromosome sperm that swim fast enough to the egg (cough, calling you out, Baron Rodrick, cough). And for all of us who think we are slow runners or not athletic, just know we were all born because we were the first to win that race.

Real talk, though, for those who have experienced domestic abuse or are experiencing it, know that you are not alone, and there are many who are willing to help. Whatever your partner says or does is not your fault.

The end is nigh, my lovelies. As always, thanks for all the reviews, hope you've enjoyed my story so far. See you next chapter, say, oh around Jan 5?