Disclaimer: I do not own PJO & all characters are over the age of 18 in this fanfiction.
The routine of Camp Half-Blood was quickly being ingrained in Percy's mind. Waking up each morning as Apollo's chariot raced across the cloudless skies and pushing his way through the crowded cabin to the back of the Hermes cabin's breakfast line to march towards the dining pavilion was the new normal for Percy. No more waking up at Yancy in his dorm room dreading classes, the homework he hadn't done and torment from Nancy's posse. Percy had seen to it that Nancy herself was nothing but friendly with him.
He was always astounded as he reached the open-air pavilion with the twelve heavy stone tables surrounding the roaring hearth tinted its usual pink color. He had been told by Luke that the flames of the hearth reflected the mood of Camp, but Percy couldn't quite put his finger on what the pink signified.
"Campers," Called out Chiron, his voice being carried effortlessly by the gentle breeze flowing through Long Island Sound. "In addition to your normal cabin activities, you shall be playing capture the flag in the forest."
Chiron paused knowing the impending cheers would silence any words he could utter, courtesy of millennia of training demigods. Stamping his hoof sharply on the polished marble, he continued his announcement. "The Athena, Hermes, and Apollo cabins will contest the Ares, Hephaestus and other cabins in order to try to claim victory. That is all."
The atmosphere in the dining pavilion was electric, even Percy with his lack of experience at camp could tell that this was a big deal. The normally hushed conversations were replaced with excited yelling and laughing as they keenly anticipated Camp's favorite pastime.
How a game for young kids could be so exciting was a mystery to Percy but he had a feeling that there would be some twist that made it extra fun. He had to ask Luke later, he thought to himself as he continued to wolf down camp's divine breakfasts. Of course, the food could never be better than his mom's, but it wasn't far off.
Percy choked as he was reminded of his mom. Guilt swept through him like a tsunami as he realized he hadn't once thought of his mom for the whole time he'd been at camp. She must be devastated, he thought.
Percy's mind zeroed in on his memories of the best person to walk the earth, Sally Jackson, as all the camper's conversations carried around him as he stared blankly into the flickering hearth. He swore he could see a small girl with the most caring glowing eyes smile softly at him, but he was too preoccupied to notice.
"Percy!" Luke hollered as he gave Percy a rough slap on the shoulder knocking him out of his musings suddenly.
"Wha-" Percy spluttered only to relax once he saw Luke's mischievous grin staring back at him.
"You Okay? You seemed out of it just now." Luke asked gently but Percy nodded his head quickly as he scratched the back of his neck.
"Yeah, yeah, man. I'm good." He nodded as he slid off the cold and narrow bench and stretched his cramped and aching legs.
Luke relaxed as Percy's demeanor returned to normal. "In case you missed my announcement," He cheekily added. "In ten we'll be meeting at the Lake for some cabin canoeing then resting for the rest of the day so that we can prepare best for capture the flag later." He explained patiently.
Percy perked up at the idea of canoeing, it was the one camp activity he was actually good at, and the prospect of seeing the female campers in their tight-fitting swimwear and maybe even a few flirtatious Naiads didn't dampen his spirits. "Is it like normal capture the flag?" He asked quizzically with confusion adorning his tanned Mediterranean complexion.
"No. No, it isn't." Luke laughed as he sprinted off to catch up the rest of the Hermes cabin as they lumbered towards the cabin to change for their upcoming aquatic fun.
The feeling of being out at the center of the lake and hearing the gentle swishing and lapping of water against the thin wooden hull of the overcrowded canoe was strangely calming for Percy despite the distraction of being pushed right up against a tall blonde from the Hermes wearing a stripped bikini by the breasts of another.
He was doing his best to think of anything else to distract his mind, but Percy knew it was pointless as he felt his growing erection push against the Hermes camper's bubble butt. There was no way she didn't feel it, but Percy was glad she hadn't said anything yet.
He was too engrossed by his growing bulge resting against her panties to listen to Luke's monologue or realize that two particular Hermes camper's, Connor and Travis Stoll, were maneuvering their worn canoe to the side of Percy's and pushed with all their might.
Percy only realized what the two most cunning and mischievous children of Hermes were doing when his world flipped, and he was submerged in the painfully cold water of the lake. The other occupants of his canoe were too surprised to even scream. Although the flailing females he was submerged with made it all worth it as their breasts floated weightlessly in the water.
It felt like he was only drifting under the surface of the calm waters for an eternity just staring endlessly but it only took the Naiads that called the Camp's lake home to rush to the aid of the camper's and pull them to the surface.
Percy wasn't bothered by being submerged. He felt an odd sense of calmness wash through him as he floated endlessly and weightlessly in the expanse of water. It gave him time to admire what camp had to offer and reflect over his time at camp. He was really at home here.
He struggled as he felt a familiar sensation spark through him as a pair of slender arms wrapped around him and pulled him towards the surface. He knew it was a Naiad from the feeling of warm flowing water touching every part of skin sending shivers down his spine. She nestled his head in her cleavage as they ascended, and he felt the impossible firmness of what seemed to be water. His mind couldn't rationalize what Naiads were, but when he closed his eyes, it felt right.
"Hey, Percy! You good, man?" He heard a voice calling him as he felt drained as the strange sense of clarity abandon him as his head breached the surface of the lake. It was as if the waters didn't want to give him up.
"Wha-" He spluttered spitting water from his lungs. "Yeah… yeah." He added as he flickered his raven hair from his eyes and surveyed the circle of canoes filled with laughing Hermes campers.
The remainder of the Hermes cabin's boating activities went by in the blink of an eye as Percy was lost pondering the feeling that the water gave him. It was unlike anything he had felt before, almost anything his mind reminded him. The only other time he felt such calm euphoria was playing in the wakes at Montauk under the watchful gaze of his mother.
He didn't even appreciate the bikinis and tight one-piece swimsuits flaunted by the female campers as the gears in his head turned endlessly and without an answer. He hadn't even noticed what he was doing as he was following the long line of Hermes campers to the camp's amphitheater.
As his feet shuffled on the sandy ground he looked up and saw Luke, Annabeth and the vertically challenged counsellor of the Apollo cabin, Lee Fletcher. It was a strange sight to behold as Annabeth stood proactively managing to tower over Lee, but he definitely made up for his lack of height in attitude.
"Alrighty!" Luke called out, his voice carrying easily and ceasing the chattering among the three cabins.
"We have the rest of the afternoon to prepare for capture the flag against the Ares and Hephaestus cabins." It started to boo from the sizeable crowd. Percy noted how capture the flag was a big deal for these campers and there was clearly enough bad blood to fill the lake.
"While I'm sure using our free time in… other ways is tempting, Annabeth believes that she has figured out a strategy that we can use to overcome for force of both the Ares and Hephaestus cabins." He continued while giving Percy a sly wink.
"Alright," Annabeth begun only to be met with groans. Percy smirked as he realized that he wasn't the only one who thought Annabeth was a killjoy. "We obviously can't meet the pure force that Clarisse likes to employ, but we can use our superior numbers courtesy of the Apollo and Hermes cabins to lure them into a trap worthy of Athena." She articulated while narrowing her stormy grey eyes at the bored looking crowd.
Silence followed what Percy thought was an arrogant statement which was only broken slowly building chatter emanating from the Hermes cabin but spreading towards the Apollo cabin. The Athena campers gave them annoyed looks but they didn't stop the building chatter until a Stoll that Percy was annoyingly familiar with finally questioned Annabeth's proclamation.
"So… what's this plan, your highness?" Connor asked mockingly.
More violent glares from Annabeth and her siblings met Connor but he was slowly backed up by the Apollo and Hermes cabins complaining about Annabeth being "too bossy".
"Unfortunately," She begun. "Because of the risk of spies reporting back to Clarisse, I can only reveal the details of the plan just before the game is started." She continued.
"Is she serious?" Percy whispered to Connor and Travis as they snickered.
As the afternoon wore on Percy just followed the crowd and tried to hide his confusion. He knew from everything he had seen how seriously the campers took this game, but he only realized why they took it so seriously when Luke led him to the forges and asked around the back for some armor and a sword.
Beckendorf emerged from the hazy interior carrying a scratched bronze breastplate and shield accompanied by a stock-standard Greek helmet with a choppy blue horse-hair plume shooting upwards.
Beckendorf wiped his brow with his sweaty exposed arm as he dumped the armor and simple looking sword into Percy's arms and giving him a small smile as he stumbled back at the sudden weight dragging him down. It had to be at least 30 pounds.
"Wait…" Percy turned to Luke with a glint of worry in his sea green eyes, "Why do I need a sword and actual armor for a game of capture the flag?"
"So you don't die, Percy." Luke laughed as he patted Percy on the shoulder and jogged out of the forge and meeting up with other Hermes campers to join in on whatever pranks they were planning.
Still struggling under the weight of the armor, Percy shuffled outside and dropped his equipment to the ground and scratched the back of his head as he sighed. He had a bad feeling about tonight.
As he stared into the clear blue-sky Percy realized that he had hours until the game started and Luke hadn't scheduled any cabin activities for the rest of the afternoon to prepare for their upcoming game against Clarisse.
After hauling the heavy armor and awkwardly trying to hold the wickedly sharp sword at the same time into the Hermes cabin Percy was sweating a river and collapsed into the sleeping bag he had called home while being at Camp Half-Blood and exhaled. He needed to clear his mind.
Percy was all too familiar with the lake, but the one place he had neglected to explore was the beach that spanned the length of Camp separating the land from the sea. He had such fond memories of the beach at Montauk with his mom and was shocked he had never considered enjoying the feeling of his feet sinking into soft sand and allowing the wakes to tickle his feet with their cool grasp.
A part of his mind also wondered whether the ocean had Naiads that called it their home like the lake had and whether they were as welcoming of Camp's lustful spirit. However, that thought was quelled to the back of his mind as he slipped away from the mingling groups of camper's laughing and hiding away in dark corners to enjoy their carnal desires and onto the soft sandy shore.
The sand was soft and warm, and the waves calm and cool. Percy hadn't had time to just breath in what seemed like ages. The salty sea-breeze cleared his head and quelled his sizzling nerves. As he stared into the waves, he could make out humanoid shapes darting throughout the surf, and he felt a smile creep onto his handsome face. Whatever was going to happen at capture the flag later that day and beyond was going to be just fine.
With a newfound sense of calm Percy coasted throughout the rest of the afternoon as he, alongside the rest of the Hermes cabin shuffled to the edge of the magical woods to hear Chiron's pre-game announcement.
"Campers," Chiron announced. "The creek is the boundary, and of course, maiming or killing is not allowed. All magical weapons and abilities are permitted. Furthermore, I will be serving as referee and battlefield medic."
He finished his speech by simply blowing his conch-shell horn and smiling fondly as the two competing teams of camper's shuffled in opposite directions under the critical gaze of their leaders- Annabeth's critical grey eyes surveyed the landscape while Clarisse's burning red orbs shone with brutality.
Percy's confidence was starting to wean as the strain from carrying 30 pounds of armor as he trudged by the undergrowth trying to keep up with Luke.
"Alright, Percy," Luke whispered in a hushed tone. "Annabeth's instructed me to tell you to guard the creek."
"Like, the whole creek?" Percy questioned in disbelief. Annabeth was clearly insane and had something against him, he thought.
"You'll be fine." Laughed the son of Hermes as he gave Percy a gentle shove towards the flowing and refreshingly cold creek and darting off towards gods know where.
"Great…" Percy muttered.
The sounds of clashing metal rang out throughout the Camp's seemingly endless forest as the accompanied cries of frustration and pain only served to eat away at Percy's nerves. He was not slouch in the physical department, but he was just one random dude guarding the whole border between the two homicidal sides.
Time passed by slowly as Percy's sneaker-clad feet kicked pebbles into the almost still waters and admiring the satisfying clunk as they splashed into the cool waters.
He had been patrolling for gods knew how long and hadn't met a single person until the deafening rustling of bushes and branches caused his head to snap upwards and his grip on his sword to tighten.
"There!" Bellowed the voice of the devil, Clarisse, as the daughter of Ares, flanked by three of her beefiest brothers sprinted towards the panicking Percy.
"You're going to pay for what you did, Punk." Clarisse spat venomously as her siblings wore identical magical grins. "I'm gonna love this." She sneered as she cracked her neck and knuckles. Percy did not like his chances at living despite Chiron's rules.
The first of the Ares camper's heavy swings glanced off Percy's bronze shield with a metallic clang. The blow shook Percy's arm to numbness and caused him to stumble and slip into the freezing waters.
"Can't we, you know, call it a day?" He called out desperately as he scrambled to his feet and held his sword loosely by his side.
"Oh, I don't think so." Clarisse hissed as she rushed towards him and shoved her spear towards Percy, glancing his outer thigh and causing him to drop once again into the water.
"What don't you get about no maiming?" Percy cried out as he stared down in disbelief at his gushing wound.
"Oh no!" One of Clarisse's hulk-sized brothers cried in mock disbelief. "I guess I'll be sent to bed early." He continued as they stalked around Percy like sharks waiting to pounce.
Unbeknownst to Percy, Clarisse's eyes were glued to his gaping wound, or lack thereof. Percy hadn't even noticed as the adrenaline coursed through his veins that somehow his wound had almost completely healed but even someone as inexperience and outmatched as him saw an opening.
Narrowing his enchanting sea-green eyes, Percy lunged towards the first of Clarisse's siblings and swung his sword with all his might at his scratched and dented helmet and recoiling at the sudden shock the blow sent through his already sore arm.
The camper dropped like a stone and Percy lunged towards another one of Clarisse's lackeys and used all his strength to batter his head with his wide shield. Again, luck was on Percy's side as only Clarisse and another sibling remained.
"What?" She cried in disbelief. There was no way a newbie like Percy could take out two experienced children of Ares. The looming defeat only infuriated the daughter of the war god as she charged once forth at Percy and managed another glancing blow at his ribs, causing him to stumble and slip. That brought a smile to her face.
As Percy cried at his wound, he was jumped on by the final lackey, but a wide swing of his sword caught the Ares camper right in the forehead of his helmet and he fell on top of the wounded Percy, causing him to have to scramble to safety.
"You Punk!" Clarisse screamed in anger as she ignored all of her battle training and charged Percy. Something within the 18-year-old was awoken and he felt his body dodge her charge and counter with a quick slash to her ankle.
Her roar of pain shocked him out of his trance as he saw the crimson blood weeping into the somehow more vigorously flowing creek.
"I'm going to kill you!" She screamed with all the malice she could muster before Percy dodged another charge and pushed her into the water with a hefty shove of his gleaming bronze shield. Seeing his enemy temporarily distracted her jumped towards her and straddled her as he held the tip of his sword at her throat.
"Yield!" He growled. She didn't respond but glared furiously.
"Yield!" He repeated more forcefully. Clarisse scrunched her nose but didn't respond. Seeing no other option, Percy brought his shield to her forehead and knocked her out with one quick blow.
The coursing adrenaline and thrill of the fight meant that Percy had missed out on two crucial details: the flickering and gleaming holographic trident blazing above his head, and the growing crowd that stared at him in shock.
Chiron's voice was able to bring everyone out of their state of disbelief. "All hail, Perseus Jackson, son of Poseidon. Son of the earth-shaker, storm-bringer and father of horses. All hail, the son of the sea god." His voice rang out with pride as he knelt and was followed by the rest of the campers.
"What's happening?" Percy asked Chiron but the centaur's response was silenced by a deafening roar. Percy turned to see what could have produced such a bone rattling sound and saw it, a 15ft tall behemoth of fur and teeth.
"Di immortals, a hellhound!" Chiron muttered under his breath. "My bow!" He called out.
But Chiron was too late as the hulking hound began its dash towards the shocked son of Poseidon. Percy knew that he should have been frozen with fear as the ground below him shook with every step the beast took but he felt the water around him whip into a frenzy and an unfamiliar sense of power course through his veins.
He felt better than he had ever felt. He narrowed his green eyes as the beast approached and at the last might, crouched and rolled to the side while bringing his sword towards the hellhound's exposed chest. The celestial bronze blade pierced the skin and muscle like it was butter and Percy was splattered by a spray of dark liquid as the hellhound fell to the creek and began to decay into golden dust.
"What. The. Fuck…" Percy muttered before he fell to his knees as the events of the day caught up to him.
The rest of the evening was tense. Percy couldn't describe the feeling, but he could feel the tension in his bones. People were freaked out by the monster, but they seemed more freaked out by his parentage.
He had spent the evening clearing out his few possessions from the Hermes cabin and not one person had even dared meet his eyes. That was until a familiar lithe body pressed up against him and whispered in his ear. "How about you stop by the Aphrodite cabin? You must be rewarded for saving us from that beast!" The voice teased. As he turned his head towards the daughter of Aphrodite, but she was gone, leaving him alone once again and a smirk crossed his face.
The Aphrodite cabin was a pink monstrosity, that was the best way Percy could describe it. But in his mind, the daughters of the love goddess made up for it in looks and libido. As he went to knock on the painted door, he noticed that it was open.
With his heart beating and adrenaline flowing, he ran his fingers through his wild raven hair and pushed the door and entered into the lair of the love goddess.
The sight that greeted him turned his cock rock hard in an instant, the Asian bombshell that was Drew and yet another daughter of Aphrodite was lounging on a pink velvet love seat in the most revealing lingerie he had ever seen.
"I'm so glad you could make it Percy." Drew purred as she got up from her pose and sauntered over to him painfully slowly, making sure to swing her hips and show off her assets. The black lace clung to her curves and barely held back her delicious breasts, while a simple G-string separated her pussy from Percy's reach.
He felt a spark of electricity flow through him and into his already twitching cock as Drew's treats brushed against his chest and her lips landed a light kiss to his cheek.
"We are so grateful that you took us up on our offer!" Drew whispered into his ear as she felt the bulge that was protruding through his pants.
"Drew has told me so much about you, Percy." The voice of Drew's sister rang out, temporarily bringing Percy out of his lust-filled state.
The voice belonged to a brown-haired beauty with eyes that flashed with every color of the rainbow. Every one of her features were perfect and elevated Percy's lust to new heights. The sky-blue lace that clung to her body was just as revealing as Drew's and almost attracted Percy like it were magnetic.
"I'm Silena." She continued. "Counsellor of the Aphrodite cabin."
"Drew honey, why don't you warm up Percy for his main course?" She grinned as her delicate fingers slipped into her panties and began to slowly massage her already wet folds.
Drew led Percy to the love seat and gently pushed him towards it and as Percy sat down, she pounced on him, straddling his lap and attacking his mouth with hers while grinding her core against his rock-hard cock.
"Do you like that?" Drew cooed seductively as she removed her black bra and let it fall to the ground as she allowed Percy access to her ample breasts. He didn't waste any time on attacking them with his tongue, causing Drew to moan and tremble with pleasure as the son of Poseidon savored her assets.
She continued to grind painfully slow on his cock as she kissed his neck and he continued to savor both breasts.
"How selfish Drew!" Silena cried in mock indignation as she crawled towards the pair of lovers. Drew detached herself from Percy's chisels body and Silena took her place. The sensation of this new body leaning against his nether regions sent Percy's hormones into overdrive as he grabbed and squeezed Silena's butt hungrily.
The feeling was mutual as Silena attacked Percy's lips as she continued to tease the helpless son of Poseidon as she savoured the taste of his lips. The way she moaned into him as she continued to take control over Percy drove him insane as he couldn't help but buck his hips wildly.
Silena turned her attention to his heaving chest as she trailed kisses down his chiseled front, savouring the hints of sweet and salty sweat that her teasing had caused. As she reached his caged cock, she freed herself from her soaked panties and removed Percy's throbbing cock from its fabric prison. Her eyes lit up with a startling pink hue as she saw what she had to play with and she began to grind her glistening pussy along Percy's length, moaning in tandem with the quivering son of Poseidon.
"Please…" He begged and Silena grasped his pre-cum soaked dick and trailed her fingers lightly along its entire length, making sure to caress his sensitive head. Percy leant his head back as he held back another groan as the daughter of Aphrodite teased him unlike ever before. She was in control and she made it known to him.
Feeling merciful, she lifted herself up making a conscious effort to drag her perky tits against his body and slowly slipped his divine cock it into her warm and tight hole. "Ugh!" Percy cried as the daughter of Aphrodite began to slide up and down his twitching length. With each stroke she increased her pace and squeezed her cunt around his length to elicit more guttural groans.
In no time the Aphrodite cabin was filled with the sounds of moaning demigods and slapping flesh as Percy's enormous cock filled and stretched the walls of Silena's perfect pussy.
The sensation was unlike anything he had felt before. He was totally out of his depth and Silena made him know it as she bucked her hips and cried in ecstasy. Every other time Percy was in control, but this time Silena had turned him into a quivering and hormonal mess.
"I'm gonna cum!" Percy cried. Silena bounced up and down with a renewed vigor and intensity as her breathing became more erratic and moans louder. She continued to ride the life out of the son of Poseidon until he released a deafening roar as he emptied his seed into her warm insides.
The daughter of love cuddled herself close to the son of Poseidon as they basked in the pleasure of their lust.
"You…" She pointed at Percy's sweaty form. "Are going to be visiting cabin ten, way, way, more often." She smirked at Percy's grinning face before once again grinding on his cock and moaning in pleasure.
"Drew, honey." She purred. "I believe it's your turn!"
Authors Note: This chapter took a lot longer to write and release than I wanted but there comes a point where the amount of faves/follows/reviews makes me snap out of my writers block somewhat. Again, reviews letting me know what I've done well and especially what needs to be improved would be much appreciated as well as any burning ideas anyone has for some smut scenes. And don't worry, I've had an idea for Medusa in my head for about a year.
I would also like to thank Titanking666 for being my beta-writer. I never thought that would be a sentence I would be writing but I'm not complaining ;). And you never know, if this story somehow manages to pass 1k reviews/follows/faves I may be forced to complete the whole series…