Hey, if you like this, let me know some ideas on where it should go. I confess I have about 35 chapters written for what I thought would be a 5 to 10 chapter intro, and still haven't decided on which of the story arcs will be the one driving the story after that. PM or review, let me know if your reading.

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-JPA

Percy Finds Out

Marium had pedaled hard all day but travel was easy and she covered a lot of ground. She wasn't sure how far she had gone but it had been mostly level and it seemed a rainstorm had been chasing her all day. It was just at twilight when the red line stopped again, this time at some sort of national park for Moors. That's what the sign she passed said. After the sign she pedaled for a half hour or so before ending up at what she assumed was her campsite, and exhausted she set up her tent. There was some sort of commotion just to her north and she heard a crowd and saw lights through out the early evening, but not knowing what it was, she secured her tent, ate dinner and soaked in the tub until the muscle soreness dissipated. The note in her footlocker told her she was making good time, and nothing else.

'Yes. Apparently I am that horny' Annabeth thought as Barry stopped touching her through the lace of her thong and moved his hand upwards to slid his fingertips into her panties.

Tim stood up to see better over the rail and was occupied by the game, explaining the goings on as Scandinavia went up 30 to 10 in the first minutes. Barry was occupied by her tight underwear blocking access to her birth canal, and Annabeth took advantage of Tim's distraction to raise herself off the seat and slide her thong down, first to her knees and moments later to her ankles. She kicked them off her heels, and stuffed them into Barry's shirt pocket with a grin. She flipped the back of her dress back as well and the whole movement, as viewed through the quilt, looked like a normal adjustment anyone might make. She didn't realize her jacket had become unbuttoned during the movements, but would not have cared had she known. The result was that whenever the quilt lowered from her collarbone, her breasts were on full display to the guys through the bustier.

Ananbeth didn't notice the cool air on her chest and would not have done anything about the exposure, as by this time she was wishing each of the guys would suck a nipple anyway.

Once seated again, she leaned back against Barry, parted her thighs slightly and Barry lost no time invading her vagina with a thick, callused finger. Once it was drenched with her grool, he began massaging her swollen clit and Annabeth bit her lower lip to keep from moaning.

Things were rapidly getting out of hand and Annabeth wasn't sure she wanted to do this stuff at a stadium, but she wasn't sure she could stop either. What she really wanted was for Barry to add another finger, or better yet, a penis.

Annabeth placed her hand on Barry's thigh and while Tim was yelling at the match whispered, "You should take it out now."

Annabeth meant he should take his finger from her vag, but Barry read that a different way and Annabeth ended up with her hand trying, and failing, to wrap itself around the thickest cock she ever imagined.

Back at Hogwarts, the dinner hour had ended with no useful words being passed. Mainly Minerva took reports from the other instructors as to their lesson plans and prep, and gave them an update on the student registrations that were coming in by owl.

"We shall see over the next several days, however it appears that registrations are now at a bit above the levels we expected and the students expecting to complete what would have been their 7th year are registering at a rate higher than we projected. That will be bringing many familiar faces to us in addition to the ones we have discussed."

"May I ask" Professor Flitwick interrupted, "where the headmistress is and why she isn't conveying this information to us?"

"Yes, you may ask, however as I have said earlier, Professor Chase has advised me she was called away on business for two days. I expect her to return Sunday. You may ask her yourself when she returns where she has been, but I suspect she will tell you that it is none of your business. Remember, in addition to her duties as headmistress, she is also active as an ICW agent in the pursuit of the dark artisans still at large and the recovery of missing Hogwarts funds from people like Ms. Greengrass. Both of those duties are important if Hogwarts is to be safe for our students and financially sound in the future." McGonagall mentioned his friend Greengrass as a not so subtle "shut the fuck up" to Flitwick, and did not regret the slapped down look on his face at all. She actually adored her friend Filius, but was getting tired of his whining about Greengrass.

"Perhaps Professor Jackson or Madame Levesque have some insight? It seems odd for the Headmistress to be away so soon before school opens," Madame Sprout asked.

"I can't say," Percy responded.

"You don't know or you can't say?"

"I'm said I can't say," Percy repeated calmly. He figured Annabeth had taken a couple of 'Get me the hell away from Percy Jackson' days, but didn't want to talk about that to anyone except Estelle and Annabeth, and figured his answer would be cryptic enough to make it appear he knew something important was about to happen when he truly had no idea.

"Mr. Laurens, you've been very close to the Headmistress, did she give you any indication as to her travels?"

"Oh, if Percy doesn't know I'm sure I don't. When I last saw Annabeth she seemed quite happy. I don't know anything about her ICW work though, obviously," Mitchell replied. Laurens had no idea where Annabeth was; she should have contacted him for more fucking by now. 'No way that ass injected baby batter didn't do the trick. Unless she's fucking someone else. Nah, our innocent Annabeth? Catch a side dick? That's not going to happen.'

On hearing the question to Mitchell, and reading the innuendo that accompanied it, Percy immediately thought; 'That motherfucker is fucking Annabeth! That sorry motherfucker has been fucking my Annabeth!'

He was powerless to do anything about it.

Estelle had no idea where Annabeth was, she only knew it was her fault Annabeth left and no one would contact her for Estelle so she could confess and apologize. She had asked Slughorn all afternoon, without saying why she needed to say she was sorry, but he said he didn't know the Headmistress well enough to disturb her over such a petite matter, and McGonagall before dinner had refused to until Annabeth contacted her. Percy was simply scared to do that owl spell he does sometimes as far as Estelle could figure out. In the morning she was to work with Professor Flitwick and maybe he would help. He did seem to enjoy annoying Annabeth from what Estelle could see, so maybe he would send a message for her, or teach her how to at least.

Percy had other things on his mind. Aside from now believing the worst about Annabeth and Mitchell, for which he blamed Mitchell because that's what Aphrodite's kids do, he now thought, on reflection in the light of day, his night with Annabeth was simply wonderful and not just for the sex. Annabeth was amazing. She had nearly died to save him more than once and was his partner for so very long. As she held him he knew he was in the arms of someone that deeply loved him, and that was an incredible feeling.

His heart awoke to the memories of why he loved her in the first place, and though he still hated what she had done to their relationship, he couldn't help but love her. That Estelle loved her so much was awkward; he didn't want to jump back into a relationship, but was now open to the possibilities. Annabeth had talked about not going back to where they were, but instead moving forward. That seemed plausible now, but he knew he would never have the trust in her that he once had. She had killed that when she slutted her way into Luke's arms. Could a relationship work without that trust? Percy doubted it, but was at least open to trying now. Of course that was all dependent on Estelle convincing Annabeth that he didn't slip her a roofie to rape her.

About the time Percy was wondering about whether a new relationship with Annabeth would work given the level of trust, and Mitchell was smugly deciding Annabeth was too innocent to seek the comforts of any other man, Annabeth was starting her first threesome with two guys that were practically strangers.

Barry's talented fingers had her at the edge of madness and she was biting her lip to silence the moans her body wanted to express. She would have finished but for Barry moaning "Oh gods! I'm about to cum," which caused Annabeth to go under the blanket to catch his ejaculate in her mouth before a drop was wasted. It should have occurred to her that there was something basically wrong when swallowing Barry's semen was more important to her than her own orgasm, but in the moment she did not. She only knew she didn't want any of his seed to escape being in her body.

She moved her body to kneel on the seat beside him and he was unable to finger bang her from the front as he had been. Annabeth felt the cool air on her wet slit as her ass was now outside the quilt, exposed to anyone who cared to look. Just as her face got down to Barry's musky, hairy crotch the first ribbon of man mucus erupted from him and met her mouth at her open lips. She drank it down as if his penis was a sperm pumping water fountain.

Barry groaned as she took his swollen purple head into her mouth and sucked up every drop he spewed, swallowing it like the cum starved slut she had become. Neither of them even attempted to suppress their moans; Annabeth was too satisfied by the generous load he deposited, and Barry was having an orgasm in a very pretty girl with a sexually talented mouth. He took his member in one hand and held Annabeth's face down on it with the other, and milked his throbbing asset of every drop of slimy white seed into her mouth and throat.

They just heard the thunder and the beginning of a rainstorm when Barry finished. Annabeth kept licking and sucking the super slick head, hoping for more. The box had a rain shield that allowed the spectators to continue watching but shielded them from the weather and Tim, somewhat perturbed by this development pulled it down, then finally turned back to his companions complaining about the weather. He didn't get to finish his complaint, as he was a bit shocked at Annabeth being face down in Barry's crotch with her ass and pussy seemingly offered up to anyone that wanted it.

Tim wanted it, and was curious as to how Barry got her naked before he did. That was a first. In the past, Barry was the wingman and Tim took the girl home.

"Day-um Barry! You done good!" Tim exclaimed as he looked at the feast before him. Tim loved giving oral and wasted no time dropping down to give Annabeth a long, slow lick up her moist slit, starting at her swollen clitoris and slowly dragging his tongue up to her pink little bung hole. Thanks to Barry's talented fingers getting her so close, it only took a few licks before Annabeth's body shuddered and her legs and abdomen began to quiver as climax washed over her. She was still face down on Barry's lap, slurping up the white goo still oozing from him and gasped as she came.

Once she settled back down, Tim stood and was ready to mount her from behind when she had a moment of clarity and arose enough to prevent his entry.

"Guys, why don't we take this party somewhere more private?" Annabeth asked as she glanced at her watch. The next port key window as not for another 10 minutes and she didn't think that was too long to wait. Of course her and Barry had found some satisfaction, while Tim was still having major boner issues.

After a few moments discussion, where Tim was assured he was going to get some, just more privately, it was agreed that they would use the next opportunity to leave. Tim probably still would have pressed Annabeth for some immediate attention, but a commotion came up in the stadium as the snitch had been released and sighted. All three focused on the match, with Barry and Tim explaining the goings on to Annabeth who absorbed it all with her usual intellectual curiosity.

With scant minutes to go before portkey time, the British seeker grabbed the snitch and the UK team won by 10 points, which was explained to be a particularly close match. The rain and lightening were fierce and Annabeth was surprised that the match wasn't delayed due to weather, but was told that simply did not happen and weather was considered an integral part of the competition.

At the appointed time, with sufficient notice to Tim, the trio popped back to London, this time to Annabeth's hotel room. On arrival it took the guys a minute to figure out where they were, and then were saved by Annabeth telling them. That quelled their confusion, which allowed them to focus on staring at her as she dropped her jacket, then magically unhooked the corset before finally unzipping the closure on her skirt and letting it fall to the floor. Her panties were still in Barry's pocket and she stood proudly nude before her men.

"So, looks like it's going to be a long night," she grinned.

Back at Dartmoor, Marium slept through the storm, unknowingly just a few miles from the pitch. Her tent held up like a concrete bunker and she never noticed the thunder and wind. She slept deeply and had the most wonderful dreams about having a family, but it was murky and she could not remember the details the next day.

Estelle remembered her dreams vividly, and all of them were nightmares about Annabeth hating her, hating Percy and, hating her and Percy. She woke up so often in wailing in tears that Percy finally relented and let her sleep in his room where she cried herself to sleep finally. His assurances to her that Annabeth loved her and was mad at him did nothing to calm her down. Just as she was finally falling asleep in the wee hours of the morning she lazily remarked that her pillow smelled like Annabeth's hair, which she must have found soothing as she finally collapsed for the night.

Annabeth woke feeling refreshed and wonderful. This was confusing as she had been plowed at least six times in the night and two of those were accomplished with Tim in her backdoor while Barry practically split the front open. She should have felt wrecked, and she wasn't even sore.

She was filthy, both physically as well as mentally. Annabeth was realizing that practically everything was sexual to her now. She would have never slept with one stranger, much less than two, before… 'Mitchell. He's done this somehow, or it's a side effect of being with him. That's the only explanation;' she thought, But what do I do about it? Well, for one thing, stop fucking every guy you meet stupid!'

That was easy to say in theory, but in practice she found the longer it was since she got some, the more her hormones and body took over for her mind, and that she was at a loss to know what to do about that.

Tim had left in the early morning hours and Barry shortly later. Both asked to see Annabeth again and though she had a great time and a once in a lifetime experience, she wasn't sure she would. Maybe, if she got super horny again or something. The guys were great, but she was ashamed of her actions in the light of day, though she rationalized that her body count was still low compared to most of her friends, even as she doubted any had been with so many different men in so short a time. After Barry left it was time for a long, hot, bath.

Then the messages started arriving around mid morning.

The first was a patronus from Olympe Maxime, who Annabeth knew to be the headmistress at Beauxbatons Academy in France. Although Annabeth had never met her, Maxime was held in high regard amongst her magical co-workers. The message simply announced that the headmistress would be at the embassy reception that night and that she had two matters of mutual interest she would like to discuss with Annabeth if she had a few minutes to spare.

Annabeth quickly replied that she would be delighted to meet Headmistress Maxime and looked forward to talking with her.

Just as Annabeth was leaving for lunch what she thought must be a patronus came in as well, this one in the form of a narwhal, albeit a distorted one. It took a moment to identify and the message was not complete, as if the spell caster was not yet proficient in casting it, but got lucky on an early attempt. What Annabeth was able to discern was that the voice, clearly Estelle's, was asking forgiveness and saying "I'm sorry' over and over.

"Estelle! You cast a patronus! That's really advanced stuff girl! I'm so proud of you and can't wait to see you tomorrow! I miss you terribly!" was Annabeth's quick reply.

The last message was from an ICW reserve agent who was in emotional turmoil and needing help; help that Annabeth would love to give, but wasn't sure she could. Maybe she could get an assignment for them at London Station, but she couldn't promise. It broke her heart to not be able to do anything for certain, but she promised to try. Later that night a plan came together perfectly.