Well, nothing until now. And that something wasn't just anything, it was her girls. Her lovely, loyal girls that hadn't proclaimed her a hypocrite for wanting to be in a relationship with Percy. Her girls that trusted her to not be some whore like Aphrodite.
It wasn't like that though! She wasn't bedding some stranger she had pulled off the street, this was Percy! Percy, who had managed to 'woo' her while saving the world. Percy, who she was practically married to even if Olympus didn't know of their relations. Percy, who had actually been patient and gentle and too good at everything that made her uncontrollably shake.
So there was a reason she was sneaking through the tents, footfalls lighter than feathers as she sprinted from the camp.
Even if she didn't know exactly where Percy had decided to rest in proximity to the camp, the sheer magical presence was enough for her to find him with her eyes closed.
It was a waterfall that she wasn't entirely sure had been there before he showed up. He seemed to have that effect, whatever he desired popping up just where he seemed to need it.
He was probably asleep. She couldn't see any movement down there and he sure as hell wasn't up here, which meant she would need to wake him up.
With a double check for any unwanted eyes she shed her layers, nervously checking herself in the reflection of the surface.
Silver eyes stared back, face carefully framed by auburn hair. Her breasts swelled with every breath, larger than usual despite the perceived impracticality, milky skin glowing in the moonlight. The rest of her body she kept hairless, something blessedly easy with a god's power.
The water was warm, like a heated bath against her skin as she slowly lowered into it. Here she could catch the barest glint of that dark blue that made her heart lurch in her chest. She was really doing this. She was really doing this and she wasn't backing down and then just what she was doing caught up with her and the fire in her belly raged all the more.
She gently scooped a rock off the shoreline, tossing it into the center with naught but a second to aim, and waited. Waited, and watched it for all she could see it, and waited some more.
It was easy enough to tell the moment he awoke. A shift, a surge of water pushing the shoreline an extra foot higher. It reminded her of the first time they met, decades ago.
He emerged from the water with no preamble, seeming to absorb the sight before him with a few bleary blinks. He was smaller nowadays, something about it being easier to find sleeping spots, but his body was still easily larger than a minivan.
Understanding bloomed in his eyes, and he started shifting and shrinking.
"Wait." And he did, smaller but still lookingl every bit a dragon. The heat of embarrassment and anxiety raged through her body in a blush.
"Yes?" His head lowered to match her eye level, and his gaze felt like it was going straight through her.
"I… want to try something." She whispered it, unable to muster anything more.
He didn't seem to understand at first, head tilting ever so slightly, then he did. His eyes widened, drowsiness gone from them, pupils flaring from slits till that green was practically gone. The expression did little to soothe what Artemis could confidently define as arousal, a feeling she had only recently learned.
Slowly, cautiously, he slipped from the pond, excess water steaming off his scales. He moved like a hunter stalking prey, and the thought that prey was her sent a jolt of exhilaration through her.
Regardless of the feeling she stood stock still as he approached, finally letting her hands drop and exposing herself to the cool night air. It was only a few paces before he loomed over her, somehow all the more impressive and intimidating than she had ever seen him.
"Are you sure?" Every bit of care and worry in his tone made her heart swell. She nodded and watched him wrap around her, the warmth surrounding her matching the warmth in her belly.
His tongue traveled up her body in a languid pace, sending sparks shooting through her body as it traveled up her stomach. Some small part of her mind complained how much of a mess it would be to clean up, but she ignored it, which was rather easy considering he had finally made it up to her breasts.
He stopped there, looping and pressing against every bit of flesh. She stood and soaked in the worship, doing all she could to keep her breathing level when he brushed or pressed against her nipples. He wasn't usually like this, so slow and… dare she say it, teasing.
She jumped when he playfully nipped at the side of her boob, meeting the warm amusement on his face with a glare.
"That hurt, you~ uh!" She slapped her hand over her mouth to suppress all of the sound she could, practically biting her own tongue to suppress her moan as his tongue traveled from her breasts, up her neck, and to the base of her ear.
There was something so… pleasant about the feeling. Maybe the warmth, or the texture, or the pressure against her skin, or even just that it was Percy. Regardless of the reason, her heart thrummed impossibly faster.
"You bastard," She murmured shakily, "What are you doing?"
"A bit of fun." He hummed in response, with the audacity to sound smug about the ordeal, "That is why you're here, no?"
"Not for you to be playing with me."
"You wanted to try something new." He made a slow trail back down her neck and back to her stomach, "This is new."
"It is not what I meant and you- AaH!" She squealed, instinctively clamping her thighs around the prodding nose and tongue that made its way between her legs. The scales of his muzzle were smooth against the skin of her thighs, and his eyes still locked on hers.
His tongue still had plenty of room to move, she learned, when it made contact with her… self in another slow lick that had her standing on tiptoes. From the back of her opening to the very tip.
She barely muffled a squeak as he made a second pass, just as slow and taunting as the last.
It was a strange feeling, almost ticklish and warm and oddly mushy, in a way she couldn't quite describe. Felt damn good, despite how inexplicable the feeling was.
"Just relax, valkyrie. Enjoy yourself," He soothed, "I know I will."
He didn't give her a chance to say anything more, seemingly shifting his focus to drawing as much noise from her with every lick as he could. And damn him he was succeeding, managing to find the maddening spots with unerring ease.
This was new, for sure, she didn't even remember him mentioning such a thing when they talked before. Not that she minded now, even if thinking about it was a bit strange, with something in her belly growing and demanding more.
She slowly released his snout from the clutches of her thighs, giving him all the room to bury it deeper into her crotch. His breath felt hot against her skin, his scales equally so beneath her palms.
The sound of the waterfall seemed to fade in her ears, as her focus shifted to the lewd slurping that sent a rolling tingle up her spine. Of their own accord her hips lightly pressed against his snout, giving him all the more access.
He let out a hum of approval that seemed to vibrate her whole body, and sent a delicious shiver of pleasure through her core.
It felt strange. She had yet to get used to it, the feeling of pins and needles and building heat and just a panging want for more. It was strange, and addicting, and enough that she slowly rocked against the source with more and more force.
Then there was nothing. He stopped, leaving her panting and warm and blushing and chasing the growing feeling in her gut.
"What are you doing?" She whined, pleadingly meeting his gaze again. He looked every bit as smug as before, frustratingly enough.
"Just savoring the way you taste." He purred. He gave one more toe-curling lick, then with a squelch his tongue went in.
Her knees threatened to buckle as he explored every last inch, quivering even as they barely held.
He pressed insistently further, talons lightly scraping against the skin of her knee as he twisted her to reach a better angle that let his tongue slide impossibly deeper.
"Ah~sh-I-IT, Percy!~" Her moans finally spilled from tightly pursed lips, "Holy shit!"
At this rate, he would be in her damn stomach! And sweet Hades did it feel like he already was, pressing against everything that seemed to buzz and ache with need, scratching that unscratchable itch in her core.
The world was alight with energy, blossoming with color and a veritable cacophony of sound from the birds and deer. She could barely hear it over the pounding of her pulse in her ears, barely understanding it over the want for more.
That wasn't to say what he was doing wasn't pleasurable, sweet Hades it was, she just needed more.
Despite herself, she gently pushed his head from between her thighs, receiving compliance and a confused look.
"More." Her face burned at the sight of… fluid across his maw, yet the haze in her mind overpowered any embarrassment.
He only took seconds to react, quickly but gently rolling to his back, wings stretched across the grass to stabilize himself. After a beat, he craned his neck to look at her, patient yet expectant all the same.
She slowly sidled up to him, one hand gently rubbing across the pale scales of his underbelly, unable to keep her eyes from between his legs.
There was nothing at first, mere smoothness that made her cast a curious glance up to his face. Then, slowly, she watched it emerge from a slit hidden by the scales.
It was pink, strange, and long. She would almost compare it to some sort of tentacle that tapered into a slight point at the tip, smooth, probably wider across than her forearm at the base and quite a bit longer. Nothing like the human version she had seen on him before.
With him watching her every move, she slowly straddled his hips, almost rubbery skin pressing to her lower lips. It was almost hot to the touch, fueling her lust all the more.
She slowly shifted her hips, grinding up and down his penis, chasing the sparks yet again. They were different this time, sharper bursts of pleasure as opposed to the waves of warmth.
The added lubrication certainly helped smooth her rhythm, and she splayed her hands on his chest to keep her balance. His head swung up towards her, peppering her with teasing licks and playful snips against her chest and neck.
"Having fun up there?" He crooned. She didn't bother with a response, panting slightly as she increased her pace.
She ground harder, traveling further and further up till the tip pressed against her opening. The feeling made her pause, eyes widening ever so slightly and breath catching in her chest. He continued his ministrations with not a word, pushing neither for or against. Waiting for her.
With a warmth that had nothing to do with lust rising in her chest, she slipped the thing inside her.
It felt bigger than it looked, feeling more and more out of her depth by the second. She had to pause to catch her breath, with every inch pushing the air from her lungs. Her hand traveled down to their junction, almost unable to believe that it only got bigger.
"How in the Hades do you get bigger?" She asked incredulously, "I can't… take this."
He gave a rumbling chuckle that seemed to shake her bones, talons gently wrapping around her waist and-
The world spun, open air at her back replaced with soft soil and the light of the moon beaming from behind his head. She stared in shock, saved from being crushed by a scaly arm beside her head. Her mind twisted, coming to a grinding halt when he sunk another inch deeper.
"What are you doing?" She hissed, unable to withhold a gasp as another inch went in, "You idiot!
"Calm down," He gave her cheek a lick, seeming to take more pleasure in her gasp as he sunk deeper, "you can manage it."
She sputtered a nonsensical response, hands fisting against his chest as he worked himself deeper with slow back-and-forth thrusts. One of her hands clapped sharply over her mouth in futile attempt to muffle the squeaks forced out of her with every thrust. Her eyes shut tight, and her thighs pressed to his sides.
Time seemed to blur as he worked himself deeper and deeper, every little thrust highlighted by her lack of sight till he finally stopped.
"See? I told you." She opened her eyes at his words, the feeling of fullness overwhelming. She gave him a glare, eyes traveling back down to a sight that made her mind sputter.
Her stomach bulged in a clear shape, stark in difference from her flat stomach. The hand against his chest dropped, weakly tracing the bulge in shock. She couldn't look away, not until he slowly pulled out, and it slowly retreated.
"You idiot! Are you trying to kill me?"
"I knew you would be fine." He dismissed. She opened her mouth to give a scalding response, only for him to claim all the air in her lungs with a swift thrust. She gasped for a breath, grasping at empty air for purchase.
He didn't stop for her to catch her breath this time, maintaining a slow and steady pace. Every inch seemed to make her tingle and tickle and ache, something building in her stomach.
She wasn't alone in the feeling, as his pace grew faster. He lightly nipped at the skin of her neck, quick to soothe every pinch. Her body begged for something, something that was coming so long as he kept going.
"More!" She demanded, voice coming out as a breathy plea despite herself. Her body shook, tensing and untensing as his pace slowly lost itself. Steady thrusts turned to rutting, pushing the feeling higher, and higher, and-
Everything came undone with a keening cry, her entire body relaxing for but a moment.
He kept his pace a few more moments, swelling almost unbearably before he came as well, ever so slightly biting into her shoulder as he unloaded into her.
It was warm, hot even, and didn't seem to stop, as he filled her to the brim with spunk.
They both finally relaxed, though he barely held himself from crushing her, all of himself still sheathed within her. So they both lay there panting, soaking in the afterglow and moonlight.
She swatted the arm supporting him, mustering the hardest glare she could when his head swung up to look at her.
"I told you I couldn't take it."
"And I proved you wrong."
"Now get out of me, I need to clean up." She demanded, unable to muster much power into pushing him off of her. It wouldn't take that much power, if she didn't feel a tug on her hips when she did. Her eyes widened in shock, and she pushed again, a pit growing in her stomach when she noticed his sheepish look. Her hips jerked again.
"So, I may have forgotten to mention-"
"YOU'RE FUCKING STUCK IN ME?"
"I hope you weren't actually in a rush."
"I will fucking skin you-"
He scooped her to his chest, smoothly rolling onto his back with wings outstretched to keep him stable beneath her. She shoved herself upwards, which was successful until she got to her hips once more. It was like she was stuck in concrete!
She forced herself to pause, and shoved the anger down. With a careful puff of air, she collapsed back onto his chest, halfheartedly smacking his chest.
"How long are we stuck here?"
"A while."
She responded with a groan, eyes falling shut. Nothing to be done now, angry or otherwise.
"Fine. I'm going to sleep, wake me up when you're done."
He responded with a wordless hum that shifted into some sort of tune. With it Morpheus' realm wrapped around her, plunging the world into peaceful darkness.