Annabeth Chase
When Annabeth woke up the next morning, everything just seemed right. That was even before she opened her eyes. It had been the first time in quite a while that she had managed to sleep through the night without waking up a handful of times.
As she lay nestled between a warm muscular torso and a wall, safely wrapped in a protective cocoon of strong arms her face lay half-buried in soft fabric.
Waking up content for the first time in months she just lay there and enjoyed the bliss. The entire world seemed to be dipping back and forth slightly. It took a few minutes before her brain's higher functions finally came online and she froze.
She did not recognize the bed she was in and who the fuck was she in bed with?
For a moment of horror, she thought she had made some terrible mistake but then she recognized the scent and a small smile crept on her lips. There was only one person in the world that smelled like that. Suddenly the memories of the last day fell into place and Annabeth dared to hope that this wasn't some cruel dream.
After a long moment, she opened her eyes and looked at her snoring ex-boyfriend. Bright sunlight flooded the cabin through the small portholes. Annabeth craned her head for a moment to look up her favorite problem. Like he had the first time they had crossed paths, he was drooling slightly. For some reason, this adorable little flaw's presence reassured her.
Annabeth bit a rather unbecoming squeal of delight and was surprised by the urge to make a tiny little dance. There wouldn't have been much space for it anyway.
Annabeth stayed as still as humanly possible and allowed herself to enjoyed that perfect moment. There was always the possibility that Percy would view this awakening a lot less favorable than she did, and if that was the case she was happy to push that moment back as far as possible.
Honestly, she hadn't quite known what she hoped to get out of sneaking off to his room. Maybe just this? Or maybe a night of passion? She had spent so much time trying to come up with a plan to make everything perfect and somehow had ended up completely empty-handed. She had even enlisted Silena's assistance, who had mainly suggested that she just relaxed and stopped overthinking everything. Though as Percy's slave, rebound, and resident daughter of Aphrodite, Silena was very qualified in gauging what Percy really liked.
Finally, Percy twitched and a grunt later he too woke up and looked down at her and gave her that infuriating troublemaker grin.
"Morning," he whispered.
"Seaweed Brain," she greeted him, feeling rather giddy, and yawned deeply.
"Planning on letting me go," she finally asked.
"Not really," Percy admitted and even tightened his embrace.
"Come on, we are on a quest," Annabeth reminded him and dug her thumbs under his ribcage.
"Ouch!" Percy grunted and quickly let her go so that Percy could sit up.
"Come on, get up," Annabeth encouraged him.
"You get us underway, I make breakfast?" Annabeth asked.
"Or we make breakfast together and then get going?" Percy counter offered. "We are anchored off heavily trafficked area sea lanes, wouldn't want to be run over by some bulk hauler..."
"No...that would be awkward," Annabeth agreed.
After a quick breakfast, Percy headed topside to get going while Annabeth performed the underrated yet critical task of rinsing, drying, and stowing away last night's pots and dishes. As she worked the boat's motor rumbled to life and she felt the boat starting to move.
Once everything was safely stowed away Annabeth joined Percy in the pilot's house, holding two cans of soda in his hands. Her godly problem was lounging at the helm, wearing shorts and sunglasses. He had discarded the shirt, showing off his muscled torso of his. The weather was amazing though and it was pretty warm so perhaps she had nothing to do with this.
"Someone managed to get their shirt off," Annabeth greeted him and handed him the soda.
Annabeth stoically looked out at the ocean around her, forcing herself not to shoot glances over at Percy. Di Imortalis, there had to be some ancient decree that forbade Percy from running around like some piece of candy.
Besides, even if there was...there was no one around to enforce it... fortunately.
"Looking forward to being a big brother?" Annabeth finally asked to break the silence.
Percy glanced over at her. "Yeah, I kinda am...," Percy agreed. "Really looking forward to being a bad influence."
Annabeth sniggered and took a sip from the cold, sweet liquid. "What about your mortal family? Father doing fine?"
Annabeth almost snorted out the soda and then erupted into a coughing fit. "You okay," Percy asked, slapping her on the back.
"My dad," she finally began and coughed again hard. "Was really upset about us...:" she admitted. "Apparently ever since the Atlas incident, he has been under the impression that you are the responsible one keeping me out of trouble...Kept asking when I would bring you around."
"We'll have to get around to that," Percy mused.
"We?" Annabeth challenged, hoping that she wasn't pushing her luck.
Percy only gave her that troublemaker smile that would have made her knees weak had she been standing. But could she be blamed for wishing to be back in the comfortable relationship zone and out of this self-imposed purgatory? While her gutt told her that spending the night cuddling together had to mean something she just wasn't sure. Well, intellectually she knew that they were very likely on course to getting back together. But on an emotional level, there was always an uncomfortable lack of certainty. She doubted Percy knew how much anxiety this caused her.
The hours of the day passed surprisingly slowly. After a while, she took over the wheel allowing Percy to send an iris message to his mother and so some work around the ship. Finally, around lunchtime, Percy disappeared down into the galley and fixed them up a snack.
When he returned he reclaimed her earlier seat and rested his arms on the dashboard before laying his chin on his crossed arms. In the meantime, Annabeth stuffed herself with a few crackers and then ruffled up his hair. "Something on your mind?" she asked when she realized that he had that brooding expression on his face again.
"Oh, nothing," he said.
Nothing, the operating word for almost the entirety of the day. One might expect her to be grateful that no amusing/terrifying incidents in which she almost died a lot occurred but for someone with ADHD, sitting around for hours on end, waiting for something to go wrong certainly wasn't much of an improvement. She almost felt as bad as Leo as she nervously tapped her fingers on the dashboard.
The bottom sonar showed an average of only five hundred foot clearance under the keel and she doubted she'd find any of the more powerful monsters so far from the depthless voids. From what Percy had told her, there were places a lot older and deeper than Jacques Piccard's Challenger Deep, that harbored beasts so ancient that even the gods had long since forgotten their names.
In recent years Annabeth had only slowly begun to warm up to the ocean, mainly thanks to Percy and the warm manner with which Poseidon accepted his rival's daughter.
Annabeth didn't scare easily, but the thought of fearsome monsters slumbering somewhere at fathomless depths had given her more than one nightmare. Perhaps that had been because it reminded of Tartarus, only that while she could breathe and navigate through the primordial pit, the pressures in the deep would certainly crush her instantly and even if it didn't, she would drown.
"What's wrong?" Percy asked.
"Huh?" she asked, suddenly torn out of her thoughts.
"You got that look on your face," Percy pressed, looking down at her with concern.
"Just thinking," Annabeth replied automatically.
"Gee Annabeth, that really narrows it down," Percy muttered and she was suddenly aware of how close he was standing to her.
"It's nothing," Annabeth assured him.
"Hmm," Percy said, still obviously unconvinced.
"I'm a big girl," Annabeth assured him and forced an annoyed frown onto her face when Percy gave her elbow an encouraging squeeze.
"I know. Big girls need a hug too sometimes," Percy announced matter of factly.
Despite herself, she smiled at him and they looked out at the sun setting over the US East Coast.
"You feel kinda bad just dropping everything for the quest?" Annabeth finally asked. "I mean with your mom and everything else?"
"A bit maybe," Percy decided. "You?"
"I do," she admitted. "Sorry if this sounds weird but Sally is the best excuse for a mother I've come across."
"Nah, it's fine. Mom thinks you are the coolest thing since Macarena. She sees you as the daughter she never had, she loves you. I wager she'd still be in touch with you if we parted ways for good. Kept trying to get me to talk things out with you."
Annabeth cracked a smile and banked the wheel slightly to the back and the right, just to have something to keep herself occupied. "Same here got quite annoying after a while," Annabeth admitted with a grudging smile. "That being said, if we went no contact for good,...I'd definitely try to stay in touch with Sally...," she trailed off and they sat in silence for a few minutes.
"What are we doing here?" she finally asked and shot a tentative glance over at the young god next to her. "I really don't want to be all pushy," she assured him. "If you need more time I completely understand... ." Annabeth trailed off, deciding that it was the best to say no more.
Percy sat silent for a long moment, staring out at the setting sun with squinted eyes. For a few moments, she thought Percy might say something cheeky. But then he simply wrapped his right arm around her and hooked the opposing index finger under her chin and had her meet his gaze.
Percy's eyes were that beautiful shade of green, clear and warm and full of life. His breath washed over her face as he slowly leaned in.
Annabeth's eyes closed and a moment later she felt those familiar lips gently pressing against hers. The moment lasted for only a few short seconds though for her a lifetime could have passed and she wouldn't have noticed.
When Percy broke away she stayed motionless for a moment before slowly opening her eyes. "I love you, Annabeth Chase."
Annabeth dropped her gave and pursed her lips to fight back an involuntary sob and rested her forehead against his arm. "I love you too."
As if he had read her thoughts Percy's arm slipped down to her waist and she was pulled up onto his lap, leaving the Conn unattended in the process.
"Percy, I am not some cat that you can just drag around," groaned but despite her complaint, she happily buried her face in the crook of his neck for a moment before leaning up and pecking Percy on the lips.
"If we're gonna do this,..." Percy announced and then got up for just a moment with her clutched in his arms only to sit down on the chair he had just dragged her over from.
"Seaweed Brain," Annabeth muttered and snuggled up against him.
They watched the sunset together, exchanging a kiss every few seconds or so until she became aware of how Percy's hand ever so slowly snuck its way up to her chest. She graciously allowed it and when she kissed Percy again his hand slipped over one of her breasts and gently gave it a squeeze. Despite wearing a bikini top under her camp shirt, she by no means minded Percy getting reacquainted with her assets.
Silena Beauregard
Contrary to outside appearance Silena had actually been quite busy in Percy's absence. She had made an appointment to meet her father, had invited Clarisse to stay in two days' time for a girl's night/sleepover, and had spent the first half the day at Starbucks with Sally Jackson, the second half just taking a long walk, basking in the fact that she was no longer surrounded by millions of dead.
When she returned back home she found the building already occupied by Thalia Grace and a fair number of her eternal virgins milling around and inside the pool. Their weapons and much of their clothing were piled up on one of the deckchairs while the now bath suit-clad girls were milling around in the pool area.
"What the fuck are you guys doing here?" Silena demanded and crossed her arms. "The door was open," Amberly explained cheerfully from the water.
"I locked the front door," Silena insisted.
"It was open because I climbed in over the roof, dropped down here in the courtyard, and then opened it from the inside," Thalia explained as if it were obvious.
"The question still stands, what the fuck are you doing around here?" Silena demanded, hoping that bringing an F-bomb to bear on the huntress would effectively convey how strongly she felt about the intrusion.
"I was kinda hoping Percy would be here," Thalia admitted.
Just then Silena saw a huntress that looked like she couldn't be older than twelve appearing at Thalia's shoulder, a bottle of Sky Vodka clutched in her hand. Penelope,...she remembered.
"Thals, found Perseus's war chest! A shit tone of liquor... Oh and Wine Cooler."
"Wine cooler? Sweet girl! Can I get a Zima?" Another huntress that Silina didn't recognize called over from inside the pool.
"Ladies, make sure everyone gets Zimas!" Thalia declared to her fellow huntresses before turning back to Silena.
Feeling as if she was rapidly losing control of the situation balled her fists. "Thalia, you can't just come in here! There are rules," Silena hissed. "And that girl is way too young to drink Vodka!"
Penelope gave her the middle finger. "I've been liberating liquor from gas stations since before the fall of Troy. What are going to do, call CPS on Artemis?"
"No reason to be a complete bitch to me in my own home. Again, why are Artemis's handmaidens raiding my home!"
Thalia gave her a more serious look that clearly said, "Later."
Silena glared at the daughter of Zeus and made a show of sighing dramatically. "Fine. But you guys pay for anything you drink or break!"
"Urgh! Just send the bill to Artemis!" Penelope muttered and headed off with her looted Vodka bottle.
"Bitch," Silena muttered under her breath and earned a grin from Thalia.
"Yeah, she sometimes really is," Thalia confirmed under her breath.
"So, what's got your panties all in a bunch?" Silena asked under her breath.
"You are the barkeeper here, so mind getting me a drink and I'll tell you?" Thalia suggested.
"Barkeeper, I guess dying or not dying this was what I was probably going to end as,..." she muttered and led the huntress over to the bar. Apparently, the hunt had little appreciation for such concepts and preferred to raid the pantry instead-but Thalia climbed onto one of the stools and Silena retreated behind the counter.
"What do you want?" Silena asked.
"A B-52 please," Thalia announced confidently.
"I want to know why I'm not calling Mrs. O'Leary on you," Silena snorted. "If you are blackout drunk it'll be hard to get that part out of you."
"Just joking," Thalia muttered. "I'll take a Mojito."
"Ah, I see you are a girl of culture as well," Silena mused and got to work.
"Anyway, yesterday Artemis apparently got in some hissyfit with Hades. Not sure what about exactly but she is quite upset and outright refuses to tell me what about. She actually called Hades things,...well I did not know the goddess had such an extensive Vocabulary. Basically weaponized the English language in ways I did not know was possible."
"That does not bode well," Silena replied, not overly concerned. There was exactly one god whose temper she was concerned with and that god was currently in the capable hands of a certain daughter of Athena, quite possibly literally as well as figuratively.
"There is not much that would upset Lady Artemis in such a manner," Thalia pressed. "Even less she would not outright share with me. I was only ordered to recall the Hunt to Olympus. The rest of them were tracking some mighty serpant in Arizona so they should be back in a few hours..."
"Hmm," Silena replied and handed Thalia the finished drink. "On the bright side, looks like Percy and Annabeth are getting back together. I'd bet money that they'll be together by the time they return."
"At least some good news, I was growing tired of Annabeth being all mopy. I might be against the concept of dating in general, but Annabeth definitely grew a lot less annoying after Percy started taking her to pound town,...definite improvement there."
Silena cracked a smile.
"The same probably counts for much of the Hunt," Silena added
Thalia opened and closed her mouth again. "Actually, got nothing on that. You're probably right there." Then she added in a mock accent as if she were resighting some Shakespearian play; "All men are good for is leading virtuous women astray with the promise of carnal pleasure and excess!"
Silena mocked bowed in return and mirrored the accent. "We can agree on that, my esteemed associate. In the name of the gods, fair maidens must no longer allow themselves to be led astray by the power of dick."
Thalia, who was taking a heart sip from her drink snorted and then spluttered, spilling the balance of the drink over herself, looked down herself in dismay, and burst out laughing. A moment later Silena began to crack up and they laughed until they were japing for air.
"Gods Silena," Thalia gasped tears in her eyes. "It's good to have you back."
Then a mischievous sparkle appeared in her eyes. "If you ever happen to get out of your arrangement..." she began and pulled a silver business card from her wallet and handed it to her. "Give me a call. I would love to have someone like you in the Hunt."
Silena winked, slipping the card into her pocket and raised her oen Gin-tonic. "To the gods!"
"And to Annabeth Chase, may she get her brains screwed out!" Thalia answered and they bumped glasses together to seal their toast.
Percy Jackson
The sun had already set below the horizon but the sky was still a vibrant shade of oranges and yellows. It would have been quite a spectacular ending to the day. However, he had little attention to spare for such things. It had gone like this for quite a while. Where had started off trading small kisses and caresses but now, half an hour later they were fully lip-locked, exchanging slow and deep kisses.
As their tongues performed that eons-old dance Percy couldn't resist the temptation to simply continue fondling Annabeth, his hands gently squeezing Annabeth's firm B-cups.
Annabeth hard her fingers dug into his hair, seemingly happy to let him play around as much as he pleased as long as his lips stayed on hers.
No longer feeling capable of restraining himself Percy finally pulled Annabeth's shirt up and Annabeth released him long enough to allow him to free from her pesky garment, leaving her in a simple gray bikini top that seemed to hold her breasts in just the right ways.
"Gods how I've missed these," he admitted.
"Enjoy as much as you want!" Annabeth groaned softly. "They are all yours!"
Percy reached behind Annabeth's back with one hand and unclasped it.
Annabeth allowed him to swiftly pull it off and toss it away. A moment later he was back to prosecuting those delicious lips of hers.
Now Percy couldn't help but tease her.
He broke lip contact before turning his attention down to her chest.
His hand gently closed around one of her pale breasts and Percy couldn't help but grin. "Honestly, I've been wanting to do this since we made out in your flat," Percy announced.
"Hmm," Annabeth replied absentmindedly, drawing the contours of his chest's muscles on his skin.
Grinning with mischievous intent, Percy gently drew a circle with the tip of his index finger around her pink nipple before playfully pinching the sensitive nip.
Annabeth whimpered softly and her attention returned to the here and now. Then she gave him an encouraging smile and made a show of holding her hands behind her back as if inviting him to indulge himself.
Percy lost no time in doing just that and after quickly pecking her on the lips he secured her right breast with his left hand and kissed the top of the mound. He playfully drew circles around the nipple before finally gently sucking on it and earning himself another quiet moan.
This time Percy took his time to pay the breasts he had spent many years dreaming off the respect and attention he deserved, switching back and forth between the two mounds, gently kissing, sucking, nibbling, and squeezing. Finally, Annabeth decided to use her hands again and gently dug her fingers into his hair and held his head down to her torso as if inviting him to stay as long as he wished.
Her breathing came in short bursts, interrupted by quiet whimpers as he played with her increasingly tender and swollen nipples. When he finally grinned at Annabeth her cheeks were brightly flushed. A moment later Annabeth twisted around on his lap until she somehow managed to straddle him despite the armrests and kissed Percy straight on the lips before rising up to her knees and hugging his head to her chest, burying his face between her breasts for a few moments of true perfection.
Much too early Annabeth gently pushed him back and smirked. "How about this, you find us a sport to anchor. When you are done and come below deck you'll get dessert early?" Annabeth suggested innocently.
"Fair enough," Percy replied and somewhat reluctantly let Annabeth slip off his lap and disappear downstairs, though Percy noted she left her shirt and bra behind.
So Percy took them closer to shore away from the shipping lanes, turned on the anchor beacon, and tossed the anchor overboard, and finally headed below deck where Annabeth was awaiting him.
Annabeth was casually leaning against the head of a table, clearly awaiting him. She was leaning slightly back, propped up by her arms.
What had changed was that now she wore her long, thick golden blond hair open. The effect of this couldn't be understated, letting her go from a strict, tough tomboy vibe to some princess/beauty queen vibe with the removal of a single rubber band. There was also the fact that Annabeth was now completely naked, showing off that toned, muscular body of hers. Those long, toned legs... that seemed to go on and on. Her gray eyes, glinting with keen intelligence in the room's warm light.
In Percy's humble opinion, Annabeth was probably one of the most beautiful girls he had ever met, and her body...well she could put most models and Hollywood actresses to shame. Of course, his perception might be somewhat of calibration there, but he knew from the other guys had camp that they had noticed too.
"Wow," Percy exclaimed, his mouth suddenly feeling awfully dry. He remembered Annabeth being sexy as fuck when she wanted to be,...but not this. If he didn't know any better, he would have pegged her as a goddess.
"So Seaweed Brain? I think this is the part where I tell you to do with me whatever you want?" Annabeth asked, cheeks flushing brightly, and grinned at him sheepishly.
"Ahm yeah," Percy muttered and wet his lip. "You look good."
"I hope so,..." Annabeth replied and Percy felt things slowly becoming awkward.
Annabeth clearly felt it too because she broke the silence. "So Seaweed Brain, what's the plan?"
Perhaps it was thanks to actually owning a slave but Percy suddenly felt the confidence to turn the spear around. "You are the daughter of Athena here, so impress me!" Percy countered and Annabeth blushed even deeper. Finally, her expression hardened and she stepped closer to him and kissed him straight on the lips, taking hold of one of his hands as she did.
Annabeth led him over towards one of the dining room table's benches and after kissing him one more time she pushed him down then proceeded to slide down to her knees in front of him. "Fuck woman," he groaned and earned himself another flustered smile. She unbuttoned his shorts and pulled them down and followed up with his boxer shorts a moment later, uncovering his already quite hard manhood.
For a moment Annabeth met his gaze, captivating him with those magnificent gray eyes of hers, and then carefully began to jerk him off.
"If I wanted to jerk off, I'd do it myself," Percy grunted, trying his very best to sound stern and disapproving.
Annabeth only rolled her eyes and then went to work, first starting off by playing around his tip with her tongue before finally going to work, holding his shaft with both her hands and bobbing back and forth. She lacked Silena's almost natural talent and by now practice but as he had come to know she made up with it with her sophisticated execution. Annabeth's lips formed an airtight seal around his length and she sucked hard as she went, her saliva glistening on his length as she bobbed back and forward, keeping his eyes captured by her beautiful gray ones.
Percy softly grunted and laced his finger into her hair until he was holding a fistful of her hair, but he allowed her to dictate the work. While Silena might have been happy to accommodate the occasional surprise deepthroat, he wasn't sure Annabeth would be so generous. Though she had said he could do whatever he wanted...Percy decided not to push his luck.
One of her hands slid away from his shaft and she began to massage his balls. After a minute or so she finally released his cock from her mouth's custody and then, to his mild surprise, began to suck on his balls while resuming to keep his manhood entertained with a simultaneous handjob.
"Gods Annabeth," Percy murmured in arousal and couldn't resist the temptation to give on her breasts a nice squeeze.
Annabeth's eyes twinkled with amusement and finally, she went back to bobbing back and forth on his dick before Percy finally pulled her off. "I want to fuck you," Percy announced in an almost whiny tone.
Annabeth only nodded and kissed him straight on the lips. Percy immediately pushed the naked woman back, kicking off his own shorts and boxers of midstride, and roughly pushed her up against the wall, knocking the air from her lungs in the process. He heatedly kissing her as he drove her up the wall until her feet were dangling in the air. Annabeth got the message pulled herself up his body and wrapped her long, powerful legs around his waist.
It wasn't the romantic reunion sex he had originally planned for but Percy simply felt this primordial urge to plow this woman that could not be denied. As Percy awkwardly fumbled about to position himself in his entrance as getting inside her became his top priority, Annabeth simply held on to him, as she held onto him and kissed his neck, occasionally gently nibbling at his skin.
Percy paid her little heed. Annabeth was wet and whimpered softly when she felt his tip pressing into her. Cautious not to hurt her, he braced them against the wall, making, sure enough, weight was resting on his arms instead of Annabeth's slender body and used Annabeth's bodyweight to ease her down on his length.
At a respectable height of five nine and sporting an athlete's body, Annabeth was considerably heavier than Silena. Yet he could still hold her without too many issues. She was tight but wet enough for him to comfortably start thrust into her, letting his legs do the brunt of the work.
"Fuck," Annabeth moaned softly as she was penetrated for the first time in months.
Slowly Percy sped up until he was taking her with strong and steady thrusts, driving Annabeth into the wall with every single stroke he rammed into her body. Once again that by now all too familiar sound of skin slapping against skin echoed through the boat.
Annabeth had always been on the louder side during sex, and now her increasingly aroused moans eclipsed his strained grunts.
He was faintly aware of Annabeth softly moaning his name as he took her increasing vigor. Soon her breaths were coming in short gasps between her moans. Holding her without hurting her quickly became easier said than done for their bodies were soon drenched in sweat from the exertion. Then perhaps his worries were entirely unfounded, Annabeth had always been on the tougher side of things.
"I love you Annabeth," he whispered in her ear as he took his woman.
It was very much him taking her now, him alone choosing the ambitious pace, and him taking his pleasure. Wedged between the wall and himself, the daughter of Athena could only hold onto him for dear life as he continuously sped up until he was taking her as fast and hard as he could, his length plowing into her blissfully tight body until her moans grew into high pitched cries.
Some part of him wanted to tease Annabeth until she begged for release, but the greater part, currently mainly driven by his dick, had little patience for such tomfoolery. Annabeth only grew louder as the minutes passed until she finally climaxed. Her nails painfully scratched over his back and she buried his face to muffle her loud cry of ecstasy as she found release. Her entire body shuddered and convulsed as the orgasm rolled over her.
Going against every instinct in his body, screaming at him to plow Annabeth into the next dimension, Percy slowed and stopped moments later to hold Annabeth as she climaxed. Twentyseconds later it was all over. Annabeth went limp, panting heavily.
Finally, Percy carried the shivering naked woman over to the dining table and set her down.
With a dazed grin, she let herself fall backwards down on her back and folded her hands behind her head as a pillow, treating Percy to a memorable view. With her hair open and skin glistening with sweat, and her chest rising and sinking with the very deep breath she took, she was extremely sexy.
"Gods, I needed that," Annabeth panted. "Vibrators quickly grow old..."
Percy chuckled, quite enjoying that post-orgasm glow on his partners. He took pride in being able to make beautiful women look like that.
"You don't honestly think you're done yet, do you?" Percy asked.
Annabeth winked at him. "I guess that is very much up to you," Annabeth replied breathlessly though he was quite sure what answer Annabeth was expecting.
Without saying another word Percy pulled Annabeth closer and rolled her on her side. "Pull your legs up," Percy told her softly and she did, pulling them up so that her thighs were at a ninety-degree angle to her spine, her bum on the very edge of the table.
Resting on hand on her hip, Percy positioned himself in her slick entrance, Percy then quickly pushed his way right back into his woman and took her with gentle, slow thrusts.
This time Annabeth's moans were softer, more relaxed as if now that she had had crossed her first orgasm hooked off her to-do list, she was perfectly content with simply finding out what he had planned for her.
That would of course be nothing, but he wasn't going to let her know that.
Annabeth stared up at him with a strange expression as he took her, making him feel somewhat self-conscious, and shifted his angle slightly to the right to try to get the spot.
It worked, and with a pitiful moan, Annabeth broke eye contact and closed her eyes.
With that of the way Percy peacefully continued on his way, thrusting into Annabeth into a quiet relaxed manner, simply basking in the sensation of once again being inside her.
Percy wouldn't let Annabeth just lie there in peace for long. He grabbed her upper leg, so her right one, and pulled it up against his torso. The moment he slipped out of her for only a moment, Annabeth twisted around into her back, letting her other leg join it's twin in resting on his shoulders.
Clutching her magnificent thighs to his chest with his left hand, his right one was free to play with her breasts.
Soon he had Annabeth moaning again softly as he merrily thrusted into her, feeling quite good about himself.
That was the thing about fucking. You had to make choices to fill the time while making love was more or less an autopilot affair.
So he just enjoyed the few. The way Annabeth's curls bounced every time he knocked his pelvic against hers. The way her ripples wandered up to her ass every time he made contact with her bottom. Finally, he pulled out only to turn Annabeth on her back and pull her close again and went back to happily pounding her, amusing himself with her gently bouncing breasts in rhythm.
It would seem intuitive that being with Annabeth again would slowly quench his desire for her, but as he gazed down at her, gently thrusting into her, his hunger for her body only grew again.
Finally, Percy pulled out, grabbed her by her shoulders, and pulled her up into a sitting position.
Annabeth mistook his intentions and pulled him down towards her and kissed him straight on the lips.
After a few moments of the furious exchange, Percy broke away. "Let's take this to the bunk," Percy announced softly.
Annabeth breathlessly nodded, pushed her long hair from her face, and awkwardly rose to unsteady feet before leading him back to the room they had woken up just that moment.
Here Percy took over again, guiding her over to the bed. "Get on all fours," he ordered softly.
With a grin, Annabeth kissed him on the lips and after clambering onto the mattress she sank down onto all fours and glanced over at him expectantly.
Percy sighed dramatically before climbing behind the daughter of Athena for a rear aspect assault.
It had been too long, Percy thought himself as he positioned himself and then pushed right into Annabeth and quickly began to fuck her for real now.
Quite frankly, this was the best vantage point to admire the daughter of Athena fekm, with her firm ass, slender waist, and flawless, muscles back. Percy fucked Annabeth hard, tearing loud cries of increasing pleasure from her lips as he slammed his pelvis against hers.
Finally, Percy reached and grabbed a fistful of Annabeth's voluminous golden curls and playfully tugged on them. This seemed to get her off even more. Finally, Percy decided to play even more aggressively. His hand came to rest between her shoulder blades and pushed her torso down with gentle force, burying her face in the pillow in the process while keeping her pelvic pinned in place with his dick and free hand. To further restrict her agency in the matter Percy pinned both of Annabeth's wrists behind her back with one hand.
Then Percy proceeded to go to town on Annabeth, slamming his pelvic against her's as fast and hard as possible.
Annabeth turned her head to the side to breathe, her face flushed a bright red. She cried out every time Percy slammed into her. He too her hard, and without mercy, letting much of his pent up annoyance with her rain free. With every single thrust, he knocked Annabeth's entire body forward by a few inches, letting her hanging breasts swing back and forth as if they were the bells of Notre Dame.
Her loud aroused cries were music to his ears as he pounded her into the mattress. Once again that magical sound of skin slapping against slip was on the order of the day, though once again the sounds of Annabeth's pleasure almost drowned out the equally sweet rhythm entirely.
Her face was a bright red and soon both of them were sweating their asses off. Soon Annabeth turned into little more than a ragdoll, her legs giving away. Percy barely had time to stuff the blanket under her to elevate her pelvis for comfortable access after which he felt like he was doing sloppy reversed pushups, slamming his pelvis against hers as fast as possible. It was an experience only someone who got to do this to her could possibly fathom
Perhaps because he owned her, he had never felt comfortable in using Silena's body in the way he was having Annabeth's now. With Annabeth he was completely confident she would let him know if she didn't like something, he didn't have that trust and confidence with Silena.
To his pleasant surprise, it seemed being handled roughly worked better on Annabeth than the more gentle approach he had usually taken. While on the one hand, Annabeth seemed to be completely occupied with masterfully playacting a rag-doll, Percy was doing his best to spell out those iconic lines from the Monologue of Hamlet in English to last longer.
His breaths came in short pants and he too was drenched in sweat. Every muscle in his divine body seemed to ache yet he continued. He soon lost track of time. How long did he stay at it? Thirty minutes? An hour? Two hours? It was hard to tell. Every so often he took a short break to kiss Annabeth's bare shoulders and after a while, he kept Annabeth's torso pinned down with an arm. Soon Annabeth climaxed a second time, and after that a third, even a fourth, after which she simply lay limp on the mattress, submitting to his urges. Finally, when he felt as if he was about to simply collapse, his arms and core burning from fatigue, Percy allowed himself to cumm inside Annabeth with a drawn-out, exhausted groan.
Finally, after dumping his load where it belonged, Percy allowed himself to topple over down onto the mattress next to his lover, gasping for air.
Percy glanced down at Annabeth's face. The beautiful daughter of Athena gave him a dazed, exhausted smile and gently nudged his side. "Holy shit...," she breathed.
"You thinking that's it?" Percy asked, trying hard to keep himself from sounding feeble.
"It isn't?" Annabeth asked with mild concern in her voice. "This has gone on for almost two hours by my counting!"
"Just need a short break?" Percy admitted, breathing deeply, and shivering slightly as the cool night air brushed over his dripping wet skin. "In the meantime, you could clean me off," Percy admitted and made a show of folding his hands under his head and staring off at the ceiling.
To his surprise after a minute or so Annabeth moved, sliding over to his knees. While he would have been perfectly happy Annabeth to just stay next to him until he could gather the strength of will to embrace her, she instead groaned and slid over to his knees.
Percy kept his eyes closed, silently wishing Annabeth to just stay lying next to him, but this was a fate caused by himself, until he suddenly felt Annabeth's mouth suddenly closing around his by now rather tender dick. Without him having to ask Annabeth proceeded to clean him off, gently bobbing up and down his reluctantly re-hardening dick.
After the pounding he had given her, Percy was feeling rather confident, simply couldn't resist, grabbed a fistful of her hair as she sucked him off for the first time in months. In his winded state, Percy didn't feel he could pass judgment on the quality of the blowjob, though at that moment it was probably the best one he had ever received.
With his confidence still soaring somewhere high above Zeus's domain, Percy finally forced Annabeth's head down on his length. He moved slowly, not in the mood for any fast-paced action, and to his delight, Annabeth went along with it. Apparently, the "Do whatever you want with me!" invitation still stood.
After sitting up Percy gently and slowly pushed the beautiful young woman's head down his length until she gagged hard and kept her pinned in place as she choked on his dick. "Hands behind your back or I'll find something to tie them up," Percy warned though he wasn't sure if he could actually do the walking necessary to fetch some restraint at this point.
For the next few minutes, Annabeth deep-throated him, the sound of her gagging gently egging him on. What kept him going was truly beyond him. again and again Percy forced Annabeth's head down deeper until he felt his tip brushing up against the back of her throat.
Annabeth dutifully kept her hands folded behind her back, letting him take whatever he pleased.
Even when he, with what felt like a monumental effort, pushed Annabeth down on her back and straddled her chest she just gave him a lazy smile. He could feel her breasts under him.
When he finally grabbed her head and slowly forced his member down her throat Annabeth's beautiful gray eyes bulged but stayed locked on him.
At first slowly, but then increasingly fast, Percy began to skull fuck the woman of his dreams.
He kept her head captured between his hands and took her mouth hard. The way those sensual pink lips of her tried to close around his length...
Despite his best efforts, Percy found himself channeling all his anger and grief into this final fuck of the night. Perhaps she sensed it, or she enjoyed herself, but Annabeth simply stayed limp, still letting him take whatever he pleased.
Again and again, Percy rammed his member down Annabeth's throat, basking in the warm wetness of her mouth. With every single thrust, her body tensed and arched up gently as she gagged and her fingernails dug into his legs. Time passed as a blur now and the next thing he knew he came for the second and last time that night, this time dumping his load all over Annabeth's face.
"I might have said the entire night..." Annabeth exclaimed, making a show of lazily swapping up his semen and licking it off her finger. "But I think I've had enough..."
"Me too..." Percy admitted, finally pulling Annabeth into his arms once she had cleaned herself up in this manner.
"Gods, that was the best sex ever," Annabeth finally admitted, and Percy found himself quietly agreeing.
"I love you Annabeth Chase," Percy finally announced and pulled the blanket with her.
Annabeth had told him he could do with her as he pleased that night, and all he desired at that moment was to fall asleep with her in his arms.
So, here we go my honorable friends. I am aware I will need to do a lot of editing for this chapter but right now I am not in a state to do so (considerable intoxication). So, here you are. I hope you enjoy yourself regardless of the lower quality (I am really drunk right now). I will do some in-depth editing over the next few days. Once again I invite you to our discord channel where I have recently posted some nude Annabeth stuff. Here is the code:9kT6Qbn
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