Disclaimer: I do not own PJO & all characters are over the age of 18 in this fanfiction.
The hiss of Medusa's head frying away on Aunty Em's grill was deafening. Equally so was Annabeth's shocked expression. Her face was contorted in a combination of sheer shock and disgust that not even her daughter of Athena brain could process.
Her startling grey eyes darted between the thoroughly red-faced Percy and the sizzling head of the mythical Medusa still dripping ropes of thick and sticky cum.
"Annabeth…" He gasped as he fumbled with his belt buckle as adrenaline coursed through his veins. "I can explain. I swear." Percy continued as he raised his hands and stepped towards his companion.
"Get the Hades away from me you… you animal." She seethed with venom in her voice.
Percy's heart was pounding as he tried to make sense of the situation even to himself. The lust had subsided as soon as he heard Annabeth's voice pierce the hot kitchen's suffocating atmosphere. Whether it was from frying burgers or sex though, he couldn't tell.
He stood still staring at the vacant doorway as Annabeth stormed away to process the scene she had just seen as Grover hurried to see what had happened.
"Perce-" He bleated as he peeked through the doorway only for his expression to mirror Annabeth's for a moment before a smirk crossed his wispy face. "I'll let you get yourself cleaned up man." He added for dramatic effect before retreating back to the wooden bench they had met the gorgon at.
"Fuck!" The son of Poseidon muttered rolling his shoulders before gathering the courage to meet Annabeth once more.
Grover and Annabeth's quickfire conversation ceased as soon as they saw Percy lumber towards them as he caught his breath. They remained silent as he slid into the rotting bench next to Grover and started to drum his fingers on the tabletop.
"So." Percy started trying to break the tension.
Annabeth held up her hand as she closed her eyes and inhaled sharply. "I don't even know where to begin!" She all but yelled at him with her piercing grey orbs staring daggers at his own. "We leave you for five minutes and then find you fucking our host, who then turned out to be Medusa." Annabeth hyperventilated as her brain ran at a hundred miles an hour.
"Yeah…" Percy nodded unsure how to answer.
"I don't know which is worse, you having sex with a stranger or you having sex with a monster so deadly it took one of the brightest demigods of her time to kill her!" She ranted at Percy like he was a toddler who had been caught trying to take a cookie from the cookie jar.
"Don't forget coming all over the food." Grover added helpfully before shrinking back at Annabeth's harrowing glare.
She whipped her head back towards Percy as she continued her interrogation ignoring her blonde curls bouncing from the rapid movement between her quest-mates. "I mean, Styx Percy, did you even know she was Medusa before you fucked her?" Annabeth cried throwing her hands up in the air.
Percy shook his head fighting the urge to say a smart-arse remark and incur even more of Annabeth's fury.
"You know what? No." She declared shaking her head. "This is my one chance to get to experience the outside world and I'm not letting you ruin this. Let's just forget this ever happened. End of story." Annabeth continued, but it sounded as if she was trying to convince herself more than the others.
"Sounds good." Percy mumbled as he stood up stretching. "Where to now?"
"What about Medusa's gods damned head, Percy?" Annabeth hissed. "We cannot leave that for some mortal to find and get turned into stone." She added.
"And what about the food?" Grover emphasized before shrinking at Annabeth's glare.
"How about we look around her place and see if we can find anything useful, surely she's got something useful stashed around her somewhere?" Percy added trying to break the tension.
"You know what? Good idea." Annabeth nodded before storming off to explore the statue-ridden compound.
Percy sighed as he left Grover to begin searching. He turned the kitchen and nearby make-shift office upside down, opening every drawer and checking every cabinet looking for something, anything that could help them on their quest to find the Master Bolt.
All he had found were a couple of glimmering golden drachmas and a handful of crumpled up notes before he spotted a slip of paper splayed haphazardly across the overflowing desk.
"Hermes Overnight Express." His eyes lit up as a mischievous plot formed in his mind. He rushed to the grill to retrieve the head, holding it with a fist full of napkins, and rushed back to meet Annabeth and Grover.
"Did you find anything?" Grover asked as he paced around nervously. Percy guessed being in the lair of an actual monster was starting to get to the satyr.
"A bit of mortal money. Nothing much else." Annabeth declared before turning her attention to Percy as he held Medusa's head at arm's reach.
"Some drachmas, money, and this." He stated proudly as he handed the 'Hermes Overnight Express' pouch over to Annabeth.
She paused for a moment before giving it back. "It's all well and good having it, Percy, but how does it help us exactly?" She questioned with a raised eyebrow. "Hold on." She grabbed back the delivery pouch, her attention on the bright yellow post-it note stuck to the backside.
Annabeth read the note quickly to herself before it looked like a lightbulb went off in her mind. "Percy, Grover…" She began as her plump lips turned into a grin. "It looks like Hades is one of her customers!"
"How do you know that?" Grover bleated before Annabeth read out the note to the two.
"It's an address." She emphasized. "In Los Angeles. That's where we need to go." The daughter of Athena declared triumphantly.
The mood among the group was lifted as they knew where they needed to go to retrieve the bolt, but Percy chose to ignore the fact that they now had the actual address for the Underworld.
"Hold on, Percy." Annabeth pocketed the post-it note and gave him back the satchel. "Why is this delivery pouch important?"
She immediately regretted asking as Percy launched into his explanation of his special plan.
Annabeth's expression went from confused to shocked to horrified in the span of minutes as Percy proudly recounted his plan to them. "Why in Hades would you want to send this biohazard," She gestured. "to Aphrodite of all people? The Gods really don't like when mortals tease them like this."
Percy shrugged. "If she's anything like her daughters I'm sure she'll like it."
Annabeth stared at him like he had grown a third leg suddenly and Grover just looked plain confused like he did in math class with Mrs. Dodds.
With Annabeth questioning her life choices, Percy shoved the well-seared head of the mighty Medusa into the heavy pouch before scrawling Aphrodite's name in his messy handwriting with a permanent marker he stole from Medusa's office.
As soon as the pouch was closed it disappeared in a flash of light leaving the three questers alone in the clearing. "All right, what now?" Percy grinned.
How they had managed to come across a poster offering $200 for a lost dog, the lost dog itself and finding out Grover can speak to dogs boggled Percy's mind. His recent escapades at camp and with Medusa were one thing but this was just strange. But he wouldn't say no to the money, especially when they needed to find Zeus's Master Bolt by the solstice.
One thing was for sure and that was without Annabeth he and Grover would be stumbling through the thick foliage trying to figure out a way to get out West to continue their search. She had managed to find the nearest train station and get them seats that would take them as far as St. Louis and that was good enough for him.
His sea-green eyes were locked on the blur of pacing scenery as the three sat in silence listening to the rumbling of the train running across the country. Annabeth had been quiet and broody after she caught him with his pants down, literally.
The silence may have suited her, but it was driving Percy crazy as his leg tapped up and down desperate for a release he hadn't had since his last encounter.
As his eyes darted around the carriage looking for any distractions, he noticed Grover seemed to be mournfully looking out the window, as if what he saw pained him.
"Hey Grover, what's up?" Percy slid closer to his best friend and joined him in watching the scenery pass by.
Grover sighed. "This is a terrible time to be a satyr, Perce." He murmured. There were dark rings around his eyes, and he looked on the verge of tears.
Percy frowned as he nudged Grover to continue. "The environment, the world has become so polluted." He began, his voice trembling with what Percy couldn't tell was anger or sadness.
"All Satyr's care about the wild, man. What would the great god Pan think of the destruction humans have caused to the environment?" He questioned, his confidence building.
"I knew you cared about it… but not this much." Percy sympathized with Grover.
Grover smiled sadly. Annabeth shifted towards them as Annabeth joined the conversation. "I was always told Pan had faded two thousand years ago, Grover." Annabeth added cautiously.
Grover shook his head and stomped his hoof. "He is alive. And I will find him." He concluded firmly. Percy had never seen Grover be so confident about something in his entire life. He had usually been cowering behind the son of Poseidon or limping away from bullies, but not now.
The group fell back into an uncomfortable silence as they processed the day they had just had.
As he closed his eyes, Percy's mind drifted back to fucking Medusa. She had been tighter than any of the women he had at Camp. Her pussy clamped on him unlike anything else and the way she moaned as if she had waited a thousand years for him to fill her up. All he knew for sure was that he yearned not to find the Master Bolt but to receive his 'reward' from the group of mask-wearing hotties back at camp.
There was something spectacular about one of them as her blonde curls and perky tits played back in his mind making him uncomfortably hard. As he drifted out of consciousness Percy had to admit that there was no better thought to fall asleep to, unfortunately his dream didn't follow his lust for the mystery seductress, and he was instead thrust into another hyper-realistic nightmare.
He was shrouded in a red haze as a sickly breeze ruffled his hair. He took a step forward only for his body to stop him as he saw a spray of small rocks be sent over into a strange abyss. He was standing at the edge of a cliff, and he couldn't see the bottom. He felt like there was a weight pushing against him and pulling him over the edge.
Percy couldn't move. He couldn't breathe. Out from the red haze he saw faded figures swirling through the dense air with faces contorted in frozen screams. "Barter with me. I will give you what you want and much, much more." A sickly voice called out from deep within the chasm. It sounded like nails on a chalk board.
A glowing image of an orgy of divine proportions, filled with demigoddesses in masquerade masks and that woman, with the blonde hair appeared in the empty space of the abyss. He wanted so badly to take the step but there was something pulling him back.
"Help me rise, young Perseus." The voice laughed a sickening laugh. "Strike a blow against the treacherous gods!"
He wanted to scream so badly but he was frozen in the spot with his mind racing over the offer.
"So why did we stop at St. Louis, again?" Percy questioned as the blonde bombshell led Percy and Grover through the winding tunnels of the train station. There was a spring in her step that he hadn't seen before, and Grover could barely catch up on his crutches.
"The St. Louis arch." She declared firmly not bothering to look back at him, but Percy didn't mind with the view of her toned behind bursting out of her jean shorts.
"Right…" He added as he glanced at the puffing satyr. "You alright, man?"
Grover nodded, not wanting to anger Annabeth when she was on a mission.
Percy's mind lingered around his nightmare and what it meant but as soon as the images re-entered his mind he bumped into Annabeth, who had stopped.
"That" She declared proudly, pointing towards the sprawling skyline. "The St. Louis Gateway Arch. Over 600 feet tall." She began while ushering them forward spewing endless facts on is history and architecture.
Percy nodded vacantly enjoying the view of Annabeth strutting and waving her arms in animated explanation of her passion and eyed Grover munching on a bag of jellybeans. He gave Grover a light shove and held out his hand while he eyed Annabeth's form.
The two men followed the daughter of Athena quietly as they were bathed in the afternoon sun. Percy had to admit that the arch was certainly something. The landscape of green grass made it look even grander than it had seemed in the distance.
The questers entered the arch, and they were blasted with cool air-conditioned air that made them all sigh in happiness. Percy felt some of the tension that the quest placed on his shoulders melt away as he enjoyed the sensation.
Grover frozen, sniffing the air.
"Is everything alright, G-Man?" Percy asked as he waited for the satyr to catch up.
Grover paused before shaking his head. "I'm sure it's just nothing… it just smells of monsters." He explained cautiously. Percy could almost see Grover shaking but decided not to ruin Annabeth's fun. He was already in enough trouble with the fiery blonde as it was.
"I guess it is a big city, so it's bound to have monsters." Percy added trying to calm his friend.
He couldn't tell whether it had worked because Annabeth grabbed and ushered them into the elevator that led to the top of the arch. Percy instinctually shifted away from the large woman and her rabid looking chihuahua. Grover copied him. There was something not quite right about them, but the son of Poseidon couldn't quite pinpoint it. It also irked him that other than the woman and her dog, they were alone in the elevator.
The elevator was painfully slow. He wasn't claustrophobic but he would have liked if he wasn't cramped in a tiny elevator with a load of strangers. The views he was greeted with when the doors slid open made it worth it. He could see the whole skyline glittering in the afternoon light out of the albeit small windows and he had to admit, Annabeth hadn't let them down.
The top of the arch reminded Percy of a tin can with carpeting. He was more attracted to the view of the slowly winding river on the opposite side of the arch. Being a son of Poseidon, he felt a natural pull to it.
Time flew by as he looked towards the river and as Grover and Annabeth talked about Gods knows what, he didn't really care. He was mourning the loss of the constant orgy of the camp and the sex with Medusa hadn't quenched his divine thirst for fucking.
"Ok folks, closing time. Everyone to the elevator." Called out an unfamiliar voice. Percy turned and saw a park ranger clad in a sickening shade of khaki ushering the remaining guests to the open and waiting elevator. Grover and Annabeth slid in, but Percy was stopped with a firm hand. "I'm sorry, sir, you'll have to get the next elevator." The ranger announced to him as the full elevator descended back to the ground.
The hairs on the back of his neck stood on end and Percy couldn't tell whether it was because of being so high up in the sky, Zeus's domain, or because of the heavily breathing fat old lady with the sniveling chihuahua staring daggers at him.
He tried to ignore them as an eerie atmosphere of silence and tension filled the observation deck, but the dog bounded towards him yapping violently only to be held back by the thin leash it was bound to.
"Now, sonny." The lady cooed in a sickly-sweet voice. "We don't eat handsome young men." She scolded the dog.
Percy kept his eyes glued on the elevator doors as he could feel the two figures behind him. He was thankful for his demigod ADHD keeping him aware of his surroundings. He tried to shuffle away from the disturbing pair, but the dog growled again, but this time Percy made the mistake of turning around.
His felt his stomach drop- that was no chihuahua. He was greeted with a creature with the head of a lion with a blood-caked mane, the body and hooves of a giant goat, and a serpent for a tail. His eyes narrowed as he scanned the beat, noticing a 10-foot-long diamondback growing right out of its shaggy behind and hissing, its forked tongue tasting the meal it was about to devour.
Percy had no idea what in Hades the creature was, but it towered over him, and he had to jump out of the way as it lunged towards him at a lightning speed. His eyes flicked towards the fat old woman and cursed his luck. She had also been replaced with a Demin-clad with a scaly-snake-like body and forked tongue flicking in the stale air.
He wanted to ask who in Gods' name she was, but he was too busy trying not to die. On autopilot he snatched his trust pen and flung the cap to the side as Riptide took its place and glinted in the dying light.
The woman's eyes narrowed at the sight of the blade, but she remained impassive and her "sonny" continued to lunge at the unprepared half-blood. Its massive paw swung at his stomach only to be batted away by Riptide, but Percy realized too late that it was a feint.
He felt a searing pain shoot through his body as the rattlesnake's fangs sank into his leg, injecting him with whatever ungodly venom it held.
"Fuck!" He yelled as he slashed at the tail. Luckily Riptide sliced through its thick body like butter and heard the creature roar and lady cry as the heavy head of the snake fell to the ground.
"How dare you!" She cried. The monster agreed with her, spitting a 10-foot stream of flames out of its hungry maw, blinding Percy as it blew a hole in the side of the arch.
Percy facepalmed, because of course it could spit fire. He continued to slowly pace around his enemy, keeping his eyes on the hulking beast, but he could feel the venom taking hold on him as his movements grew sluggish and his muscles felt heavy.
"You insolent little rat." She hissed at him. Percy only had the strength to glare back at her.
"Lord Zeus promised my sonny an easy meal and this is how you treat him? It's such a shame you won't last long enough to feel my true wrath, demigod." The Denim monster laughed.
"You're not even worth our time." She sneered, taunting the struggling son of Poseidon.
A thousand insults and comebacks flowed through his clouded mind but he lacked the strength to say them. He could barely stand as his knee buckled.
The woman's lips parted revealing a wicked set of fangs split by her forked tongue- her smile was a sight Percy had wished he never saw. "If you were a real hero you face my child and die an honorable death.
Screw honor, Percy's mind screamed. He turned around and felt a harsh wind hit his skin as he saw the waterfront of the river that laid 600 feet below. He whipped back to the woman and her monstrous "son" before clenching his eyes shut.
He couldn't die now, his mind reasoned, especially not without the prize he was promise back at camp. In a split second Percy launched himself towards the edge and fell. He prayed to his father that the fall wouldn't kill him, but he doubted Poseidon would even listen.
In the blink of an eye a strange feeling of peace washed over him as he fell like a rock towards the river below. His mind was drawn to his sexual escapades back at camp but was interrupted as his limp body hit the water below and everything went black.
Percy's eyes snapped open expecting to see the reddish hellscape of what he expected the Underworld to look like. Instead he was greeted by a murky underwater scene with the sounds of boats overhead.
It took him a moment to fully realize that he was underwater. He could hardly believe he was breathing underwater. He felt fantastic. It seemed like the muddy water of the Mississippi purged the venom from his veins and reinvigorated him. To his left, Riptide stuck out of the bottom of the river shining like a lighthouse on a stormy night.
"Percy, take the sword. Your father believes in you." A feminine voice called out to him. Percy whipped around to see one of the most beautiful creatures he had ever laid his eyes on floating gently in the river currents.
Her skin was slightly translucent and looked as if it was made of flowing water, which excecated her subtle curves. The water spirits eyes were bright green and eyed him playfully.
"Who- who are you?" Percy asked as he got used to breathing and moving underwater.
"I am simply a messenger, my prince." She answered, bowing her head to him as she held out her hands to pull him up.
Her hands were cool to the touch and as soon as they made contact with his own Percy felt a burst of adrenaline and strength course through his veins.
"Your fate is not as hopeless as you believe, young Perseus." She spoke softly, her eyes gazing up and down his worn form. "You are brave for seeking to stop war between the Lord of the Seas and the Lord of the Skies."
Percy nodded carefully. She seemed almost too good to be true. He closed the distance between the two only to be intercepted by her hand against his chest. "You must rest, brave one. Your fight with the Chimera has wounded you. Allow me to channel the healing magics of your father's realm to expedite your recovery.
Percy cocked his head in response, completely confused by the beautiful spirit's words. As the two floated in the silty wasteland of the river, he could finally observe her true beauty. Perky tits floated in the gentle currents despite their size. He only now noticed that she was completely wearing nothing more than what could barely be considered a G-string.
He felt himself harden at the sight of her, which she seemed to notice before smiling and kneeling down to come face to face with his hardening bulge. "You must allow me to do my duty, my prince." She softly cooed as her hands trailed along his waste and delicately guided down his pants.
Percy only nodded as his heart pounded in his chest. 'This day wasn't so bad after all.' He thought.
Once his cock was released the spirit smiled hungrily as she observed it in all its glory. Without hesitation her lips parted as her tongue probed his throbbing head.
Percy moaned. There was something about underwater sex that blew him away. He felt stronger, and it was as if his connection to it made him feel every small vibration. His hands settled on the back of her head as he felt her watery hair, slowly pushing himself down her willing throat.
Her hums of happiness echoed throughout his length and caused Percy to gasp and thrust himself further down her throat, eliciting an intoxicating moan the water spirit.
As she began to bob up and down, savoring every inch he had to offer, Percy's hands moved to savor her delicious breasts, kneading the soft mounds and punching her hard nipples softly.
The more of him she got the more hungry she became and Percy could do nothing but fall back to lay on the riverbed and grunt animalistically. He had been craving a release ever since he had been with Medusa and was in heaven.
The sound of the divine water spirit engulfing his member with vigor made him harder than he had ever been before and he was acutely aware of every small movement her tongue made across his cock.
The feeling of hitting the back of her throat with every stroke she took drove Percy over the edge as he grabbed the back of her hair and slammed her head down onto him while moaning, releasing torrents of cum down her throat.
To his surprise, the nereid took it, every last second and swallowed every last drop of his thick cum without complaint. As she removed his still hard shaft from her move, she made sure to slowly clean the rest of his cum from it and gave his head a sloppy kiss.
"That was… incredible." Percy gasped as her lips left his cock for the last time.
The nereid smiled happily at pleasing her prince before handing him a small pouch. "Inside are two pearls, blessed by your father, brave one. When broken they will bring you to your home the sea." She explained while gently stroking his length.
Percy nodded as he continued to gaze at her divine tits. "You must go to the beach in Santa Monica. Do not trust any gifts." She continued before she allowed the currents to increase the distance between the two.
Percy instinctually reached out to try grab one last taste of her but she shook her head with a gleam in her eye. "You must go, my prince." She emphasized as she turned away, leaving him with nothing but lust and a magnificent view of her behind.
Sighing, Percy launched himself to the surface to find his quest mates. They needed to get to Santa Monica.
Authors Note: It's been a while since I've written and I owe you all an apology. Regardless, here is the next chapter! Don't forget to leave a review of any scenes you would live to see! Until next time- hopefully soon ;).