Hey readers its Nightrous,

So, finally, I was able to find some time to finish up this chapter, after hours, days and weeks of seemingly indefinite amounts of academic projects and assignments.

This will be the sixth chapter of the fanfic and although I intended "Reunions, a HoO Fanfiction" to be a romance, lemon-focused storyline, my literary sixth sense (haha get it, sixth chapter, sixth sense . . . oh that's bad xD) is giving me a hunch in which I should turn this into an actual plot-developed, scrumptious fan-fiction.

Readers, let me know your comments and opinions of this hunch in your reviews! It'd be a great help to decide the fate of this story!

Without further adieu, enjoy the latest chapter and READ ON!

Chapter 6: Burning Passion

"Light the fuse."

Leo grinned wickedly and whispered back.

"I've been waiting for that order the entire night."

Calypso lay down on the soft, thick layer of moss atop the low but wide stone ledge that jutted out of the wall, which she used as a bed. As she did so, Leo placed his hands under her thighs and spread her legs outwards. Using one hand to slowly creep up one leg, he used the other to wiggle his fingers comfortably onto the frame of her labia. His index and middle finger formed a solid structure and forced the outer layer of her orifice slightly open. He leaned his head forward but then stopped, raising it to meet her eyes, which stared back with anticipation.

"Ah, I just thought I should notify you," Leo said in a mock-formal tone, "I will conduct a few experiments before I enter into the tomb of mystery and pleasure. Just to make sure it is completely safe."

Calypso giggled. "What do you mean? Stop messing around Leo, I can't hold in my urge for you any longer."

Leo cleared his throat and his middle finger pulled on her outer-labia further, his index finger beginning to inch into her pussy again. She moaned with expectancy.

"What I meant was―", and then he fitted the fingers from his other hand in the same position as the former on the other side of Calypso's orifice, "―I'm going to explore you with the appendage at the end of my arm that may cause intense erotic gratification." He finished the sentence as Chiron would after a lecture. Without giving her time to respond, he leaned forward once more and released the beast within his oral aperture towards the gates of Atlas. (Keep in mind Calypso is the daughter of Atlas so . . . you get the idea xD)

His tongue swirled in a perfect circular motion about Calypso's pussy in an act of "testing the waters." She couldn't stop herself from moaning again and she clutched her breasts in an effort to prolong the lascivious feeling. She didn't have to wait too long though, before another wave of ecstasy washed over her. Leo's tongue had plunged into her, briefly touching her clitoris before dancing artfully away in a series of licks and flicks. She pushed her breasts together while squeezing them at the same time and closed her eyes, unable to bear the physical strain of holding in her orgasm.

"Oh my Gods Leo, it feels―uhhnnn―so g―good!" She tried to scream it but it came out as more of a euphoric sigh.

The juices within Calypso's pussy began pushing against her floodgates, leaking out at an increasing pace. Leo instinctively slurped it and prepared to cringe at the stereotypical piss-tasting sex juices but instead, he found himself enjoying the taste beyond measure! What the fuck is this sorcery?! Leo exclaimed inwardly. It was a not-too-sweet but rich taste, a flavour mixed between the nectar and ambrosia of the gods. However, unlike the food of the gods, which changes to whichever taste the consumer is most satisfied with, it was the purest form of nectar and ambrosia, indescribable by human diction, heaven being the only word fitting. As it trickled down his throat, he felt a thrill of excitement as his body signals prepared for overload. While Calypso twisted and turned and cried with delight, his lover's juices invoked a thirst for sexual pleasure within him and his member hardened, growing to its full size. His brain began to fuzz with a frenzy of lustful notions which inevitably begged for more.

Leo mumbled something into Calypso's pussy but it was muffled amidst the slurping and moaning. He lifted his head to say something. Calypso whipped her head upwards and looked at him with a bewildered look on her face.

"Why'd you stop?!" Her voice was pleading.

Leo growled in a low voice. "I said, you taste delicious."

Calypso smiled and motioned her orifice towards him, imploring him to continue. Leo picked up from where he stopped and started to increase his amount of force his tongue put on her labia, pushing into the deeper parts of his lover. His tongue brushed against something that seemed as if slightly erect. He had reached her clitoris. Leo grinned.

"Ohhhhh, f―!" Calypso bit her lip as a hot sensation filled every part of her body. A mix between a gasp and a moan escaped her mouth. Leo began to attack her clit with his tongue, vicious thrashes upon her sensitive spot. It became a consistent routine of flicking Calypso's clitoris, starting from the bottom and a quick upward pressured motion causing it, and in consequence, Calypso to quiver. Another wave of ecstasy nearly overwhelmed her and she clutched her breasts tightly as if it were the only thing holding back her orgasm and prolonging the process. Her physical actions began acting on their own accord as her fingers subconsciously pinched her, now perked and hard, nipples. Blood rushed to meet the point where it was cut off by the pinching and when her grip loosened, it shot down towards where the arousal was gathering. Calypso couldn't hold back any much longer, and Leo could see that clearly.

"Uhhnn. Uhhnn. Ahh, Uhhnnn!"

Not yet, Leo thought playfully, Just play with her a little longer. Right before Calypso reached her climax, Leo retracted his tongue slightly, moving in a fluid, licking motion, without losing contact with her pussy the entire time. He moved up to under her navel, shifting his head to directly above his lover's pussy. Just as Calypso's breathing became more controlled and steady, and the moans transitioned into sighs of lustful remnants, Leo began his assault again. In a final series of swirls and push-flicks from his tongue, he plunged into her nether realms and scattered any control or solidity she had regained; she completely melted and was submissive to his arousing dominance. Her back arched as her fingers dug into her own skin, leaving bright red marks in their wake. The orgasm shook her very foundation and her mind, into overdrive.

"LEOOOO!" she finally screamed. After a couple minutes of ragged breaths, the mini-seizures began to die down but the ecstatic burning sensation within her pussy continued to pulse and convulse like racing heartbeats.

Her sex juices were flowing freely now, and thus, Leo licked around her vaginal orifice to clean it up. Finally, Calypso let out a long exhale and allowed her eyes to slowly close. Ahh, Serenity.

Leo spoke, as if reading her thoughts. "How did it feel to be on fire?"

Calypso opened her eyes and looked at him, noticing the mischievous smile she was so familiar with. She replied.

"As if―a burning passion."

. . .

The thin straps of fabric, slightly thicker than the width of his index finger, seemed quite easy to snap by just pulling. However, when Percy pulled on them, they barely budged. Perhaps they were just tightly pressed against Thalia's body. Or maybe the black linen was just plain durable. That wasn't the point though.

Thalia eyed Percy's hand warily and after he pulled on the straps a couple times, she gently pushed away his arm.

"Don't try to rip my dress, Percy." She smiled amusedly, though her stormy blue eyes showed a look hardened by battle. "It's one of my only favorites."

The son of Poseidon was already working on an alternative. He looked about and brightened as he caught something within the corner of his eyes. He closed his eyes for a few seconds, then opened them; they glowed for a brief moment. Percy then flicked his right index finger and before Thalia registered what was happening, two beads of water shot from said finger, swiftly knocking off the straps on her shoulders. In an effort to preserve her moral dignity, she instinctively crossed her arms across her chest and barely caught the straps with her hands.

"Percy!" she said, startled. The drunkenness was starting to wear off and she had somewhat of a confused look about her face.

"What?" he asked innocently. After a few moments of silence, he continued.

"Don't be shy."

He reached up and loosened her arms around her chest causing the straps to drop further down. Luckily, the dress was tight on her and they stopped a quarter of the way, revealing only the top half of her bra.

"I don't think I'm―" she started saying, but Percy sealed that sentence with another kiss and leaned on her, her butt shifting closer to the center of the altar. They parted for a brief moment, Percy's lungs in a desperate search for air, but Thalia was hooked. Before the thin strand of spittle dissolved, she put her arms around his neck and pulled herself upwards, her lips smashing back onto Percy's. He responded by biting onto her lower lip and slipped his hands underneath her butt. Gripping her ass firmly, he gave it a squeeze and delighted in her muffled squeal. He gave it another squeeze and lifted her up, her legs instinctively wrapping her legs around his waist.

After a few minutes, her legs began to tire from the strain of her dress and in the remaining moments she stayed suspended mid-air, she finally felt the magic of her freedom. It was exhilarating to do stuff normal people would do again, after all those ages of battle.

Not a moment too late, they connected again, their mouths ambassadors for their bodies. Percy took another quick breath and exhaled, his essence of the sea travelling with the air and causing Thalia's skin to tingle.

The son of the sea god was getting eager, his thirsty desire eroding away at his control. His movements became more aggressive as he grappled at the garment on Thalia's back. Hands searched blindly, desperately, for the thin zipper, no more than an inconspicuous, camouflaged line that ran from her nape to her trapezius. Finally, he felt a tiny bump at the top of her dress and nudged it upwards, the slide popping upwards.

Percy pulled at the zipper, and it slid easily down Thalia's spine causing her to slightly shiver. Thalia drove her lips forward and pushed harder against her lover's mouth, a meager effort to gain control, but Percy forged forward with little resistance. His warm hands found their way into Thalia's dress, feeling her back and returning her kiss passionately. The dress fell further downwards and became a nuisance to Thalia's movements. She gladly sacrificed her now insignificant shield of dignity, reaching behind herself and guiding Percy's hands to push the dress past the small of her back, past her butt and once it was loose, gravity did the rest of the work. Her squeezed her rear-end yet again.

"Such an impatient man you are, aren't you?" Thalia's mouth curving up into an amused smile.

"Eager." He corrected her.

All that was left on her body was a light-blue bra and a whitish thin, tight tanga covering her nether regions. Somehow, Percy was able to master a look between a hungry puppy and a boy who knew modesty. According to Annabeth, [and Thalia now fully agrees with her], this was one of Percy's most irresistible traits. Her curiosity got the better of her.

"How do you do that?"

"What?" His voice sounded like he was just instantly "de-bonerized."

Thalia's eyes instinctively flicked down towards the general area of his genitalia and felt a small inward sigh of relief as she found it still erect. Then――What the FUCK is wrong with me?! AND―Did I just look at his penis?!

"Uhhh―" she stuttered as her mind searched for traces of her last thought before her brain was short-circuited by what experts would identity as horniness. Finally―lightbulb.

"How do you make that … look?" She said stupidly. Fortunately, Percy seemed to understand.

"Oh, yeah. What do they call it―? It's uhh―natural."

Thalia couldn't think of anything smart to say as her brain's ability to function had long abandoned her, so she simply kissed him again and he took it from there.

Not much of a cliff-hanger, but I'm sure lemons aren't supposed to have cliff-hangers anyways . . .

Alrighty then, as a warning prior to complaints, it will take another [potentially long] while for me to update due to the year getting deep into the core of academic work. While I do try to dedicate my spare time to writing the next chapter, leave your comments and feedback in a review DOWN BELOW!

Peace.
Nightrous