So, my sheilas and dudes. I do hope you enjoy yourselves. A nice short update.
Percy Jackson
For the second time in a row, Percy awoke with the scent of lemons in the air and he felt Annabeth Chase pressing up against him. What was a clear improvement was the fact that both of them were completely naked. Bright light flooded into the small cabin through the three portholes.
With a groan, Percy sat up, his muscles protesting as he did, and gazed down at the sleeping woman lying next to him. Annabeth was snoring quietly while lying on her stomach, her toned arms wrapped around her pillow with her face turned in his direction. The position was unfortunate in his mind because it meant her breasts were hidden. On the other hand, her back, ass, and legs almost made up for it.
The thin blanket only reached as far as her midriff, so Percy carefully picked it up and peaked at what was hidden underneath. The view brought a smile to his face as he remembered the crazy night before. It had hands down been the best sex of his life and that said something.
Only the memory was enough to evolve his morning wood into something more substantial. Though the naked beauty snoring next to him might have played part in that. He could not believe how fortunate he had been for her to allow him to do some of the darker things he had fantasized on doing with her. He knew how much Annabeth liked being in charge of stuff, so in the past, he had to more or less wrestle her for control. Annabeth allowing him to do whatever he pleased with her...well his only regret was that he hadn't thought of Anal.
In her sleep, Annabeth was chewing on a strand of her messy golden blond mane.
Risking waking her up in the process, Percy leaned down and kissed her on the side of the head and was rewarded by Annabeth's nose, doing this small adorable twitching thing.
Percy finally yawned deeply and brainstormed a few strategies to scavenge some morning sex when the entire boat suddenly lurched upwards a foot or two before sinking back down again.
Annabeth's eyes snapped open, and she sat bolt upright. "What was that?" Annabeth asked sharply.
"Dunno?" Percy admitted, trying to keep his gaze on Annabeth's face and not her breasts.
Just then something bumped the boat again and Annabeth cursed.
Annabeth jumped out of bed and looked at him with something akin exasperation, and with a sigh, Percy rose to his feet as well as Annabeth dashed off to her own cabin. As Annabeth's quite spectacular ass disappeared from view Percy pulled on a set of swimming trunks, grabbed riptide and hurried on deck, Annabeth appearing a moment later wearing only panties, one of her camp shirts, and her Drakon Bone Sword on hand with a grim expression of her face. She looked that dangerous but a tantalizing mixture of disapproving, volatile, and very sexy that very much attracted him.
Together, they burst out onto the top deck with their weapons drawn. The sea around the boat was churning as something very large was moving through the water under their keel.
"What the fuck is that?" Annabeth asked.
"How would I know?" Percy replied in exasperation, peaking over the edge of the boat down into the water.
"You are a sea-god?" Annabeth half asked, half exclaimed. The boat bucked up again and knocked Percy straight off his feet. Annabeth somehow managed not to fall over with a considerable display of her grace and agility.
"Oh yeah, that!" Percy grumbled, as he staggered back to his feet and picked up his sword.
As if on silent command, a one-foot thick tentacle, covered with countless rubbery-looking suction cups, rose from the water on either side of the boat.
"Kraken," Annabeth yelled. "Okay, here is the plan," Annabeth announced. "Run down to the armory and grab every doru and javelin you can carry and come back up. And bring my bow and arrows!"
"Hm yeah," Percy replied. Just then, one of the Krakens's tentacles slapped down on the boat and grabbed hold of it.
"Oh, no you don't," Annabeth snapped and stabbed her sword into it, twisted the blade, and yanked it free. A fountain of golden arterial spray splattered from the wound and spoiled the polished deck . A subsonic scream shook the entire boat and the Kraken tore its tentacle back to safety. The other slippery-looking muscular appendage snapped forwards towards Annabeth, as if to impale her in revenge. Acting more out of instinct, Percy tore up a three-foot thick and twenty foot high glittering, iridescent blue wall of water next to the boat, knocking the tentacle aside.
When he realized his control of the element, Percy noticed he had made a mistake. As if were was a bookshelf instead of the liquid, the water wall tipped over and crashed down onto the deck, knocking both of them right off their feet.
While this time Percy somehow managed to stay standing, Annabeth almost got washed off the boat entirely and ended up spluttering in the groove between the raised deck proper and the outer fencing. Her sword was washed off the deck and out into the ocean.
In a blur of motion, the tentacle shot forward towards Annabeth again, who was only just regaining her footing. Instinctively, Percy brought Riptide up in a swift cut.
Celestial bronze cut through chromatophores and dense layers of muscle tissue, cutting a half-foot-deep gash into the appendage.
The Kraken yanked back its tentacle again and through the ocean and the deck below Percy could hear,...no... feel an enraged roar reverberating through the ocean and hull.
"Fuck," Annabeth groaned. "I just lost my sword! Fucking damn it! Come on, cut us loose and get us going!" she yelled and bounded through the hatch into the pilot's house and down below. Simultaneously Percy spun around, sprinted onto the prow and pulled the retract button and listened as motors started humming and the thick ropes started to be pulled back in, slowly dragging them up against the currents.
Just at that moment, something angrily bumped against the bottom of their boat and without warning, a tentacle shot out of the water and slapped down over the deck, grabbing hold of the Fero. A moment later, a second one came up from the other side and he saw the tentacle beginning to flex and constrict as if to simply crush the hull with Annabeth still in it.
"I'll be eating calamari tonight," Percy decided to himself and stepped forward, his sword raised to cut them free.
He reacted a moment too late, having not noticed the tentacle rising up behind him up until it knocked him cleanly off the boat and sent him flying off into the water. Immediately he felt a tentacle wrap itself around his waist and a heartbeat later he was yanked down into the Atlantic.
Percy gripped his sword tightly as he was dragged down towards a writhing mass of skin tentacle and dark flesh. As he was dragged below Percy gritted his teeth. Finally, he brought his sword down despite the water rushing past him and sank the blade down to the hilt into the appendage.
Annabeth Chase
To be honest, Annabeth was not in the right condition for any sort of fight. Her entire body, especially her legs were sore and every step made her grit her teeth. This morning should have been filled with cuddling, kisses, and handholding and she felt personally attacked for having been robbed of such things by this monster.
However all thoughts of what should have been were swiftly pushed aside as Annabeth sprinted down into the hold and into the armory. She swiftly slung quiver with the war bow attacked over her back, grabbed an eight-foot doru, pinned a lighter and a bundle of red dynamite sticks under her arm, and grabbed a fist full of javelins just as the entire boat shuddered and groaned as if in agony. The architect and engineer inside her winced as she heard the familiar sound of materials being pushed to their very breaking point. Maneuvering her long spear through the Fero's lower decks was awkward and cumbersome, but on deck, the extra range of the celestial bronze-tipped weapon would be invaluable. She would have taken an ax but knew that she simply lacked the constitution to wield such a weapon to its full effect.
As Annabeth burst back upstairs, she threw the explosive down on in the pilot's seat. A glance at the boat's controls told her that the anchor chains were still being pulled back up, started the motor, and pushed the throttle into the Ahead Flank position. The engine roared and tremors passed through the boat, but there was a depressing lack of moment happening. First things first, Annabeth burst outside and gathered her bearings.
Percy was nowhere to be seen. For a moment, a pang of concern for her lover made her hesitate, but then reason took over. Frankly, Percy was rather hard to kill and enemies far more powerful than some sea monster had tried very hard and failed miserably. Thinking on her feet to the best of her abilities, and hoping she wouldn't destroy the boat in the process, Annabeth surged forward and jabbed at the tip of the blade into the Kraken's tentacle, sinking the tip in halfway, before twisting the blade and yanking it out before it could be torn from her grasp. The tentacle was torn away but Annabeth wasn't finished yet, already following up with two more jabs to motivate the Kraken to release the boat.
The moment it did the Fero surged forward and began steam ahead.
Annabeth did not rest on her laurels though, tossing the spear from her right hand to her left and picking up one of her javelins. She drew her arm back and flung it after one of the retreating Kraken arms in one of his hundreds of slimy suction cups. She had thrown as hard as she could, for she hadn't been sure if the lightweight javelin had the penetrating power to get through the hide. Fortune had been with her though and she had hit what she hoped was a much more delicate target.
Annabeth imminently grabbed a second javelin to follow up with the second tentacle, but sadly her enemy didn't wait for her and the tentacle snapped out at her like a whip at her as if it had finally decided to stop playing with its food.
Annabeth let herself drop to her knees and threw herself back, sure that if the tentacle had hit her, the impact alone would have shattered her torso.
Annabeth swiftly rolled off to her side and snapped back to her feet in a spin and when the tentacle came around again she stepped forward, leaning into the thrust as she struck it, and hitting the tentacle in a much thicker and probably lower part.
The spear buried itself more than a foot inside the tentacle and the weapon was immediately torn from her grip because all tentacles suddenly slipped back below the waves.
Thinking fast, Annabeth chucked a javelin after it. Her aim was true. Unfortunately, the beast seemed to barely register.
Breathing deeply, Annabeth took a few moments, to sum up the tally. Her Seaweed Brain was MIA. The boat had seen better days. She had just lost her primary weapon. In return, they had battered what she now suspected was only the tips of a few of its arms.
Offered another moment's worth of reprieve she retrieved another spear from the armory and also brought out the explosive, asking herself if she should try to depth-charge the beast. Though she was hesitant because shock waves passed through water considerably more efficiently than through the atmosphere and as such the lethal range would be much higher. And while Percy was capable of handing considerably hydrodynamic pressures and forces, she didn't want to finally be the one to accidentally kill him by detonating dynamite anywhere close to him
In the low sun, the ocean was wild and dark below them, but suddenly the ocean below her lit up in a single flash of iridescent blue.
Annabeth drove, torn between tossing the dynamite and jumping in the water herself. Objectively, she knew she would be more of a liability than any help to Percy, but she couldn't be blamed for the impulse. A few moments later another flash of light lit up the ocean and the deck shuddered under her as something violent happened below. Annabeth rushed back into the wheelhouse and turned the boat around and reversed course to get back and went down to half speed and waited on the main deck with spear and javelins. Her gaze swept from left to right, desperately looking for anything to attack, any avenue of action that would let her influence the battle in their favor.
With her spear in her left and a javelin on her right, she paced the deck, trying to contain her frustration over her own impotence.
Annabeth bit her lip and continued walking back and forth, all fatigue forgotten. Suddenly, the ocean exploded off to port, and a mass of flesh and tentacles the size of a suburban home exploded through the surface as if something had blasted it below.
More out of muscle memory than active, Annabeth threw the javelin at it. It was a good thirty feet but Annabeth had been throwing javelins since her pre-teens and so the weapon too found it's mark, impaling close to the top of the beasts' hide.
Again the Kraken did not seem to even register, instead it was far too occupied with trying to dive and slap at the surrounding water with its eight arms. The three arrows that she put into the beasts didn't seem to be much more effective either.
Suddenly her eyes fell on her pack of dynamite, and suddenly she had a very bad idea.
Annabeth rushed back into the pilot's house and turned the boat around to take her closer to the beast, praying to all the gods of Olympus, including her Seaweed Brain that those tentacles wouldn't shatter her boat, grabbed a lighter from the dashboard, and hurried back on deck with the bomb in her hand.
With the top of her spear, she cut the half-foot-long fuze short and lit it. After gauging the fuzes burn time and realizing she only had a few seconds, she took to bouncing steps to maximize her throw and flung it at the beast. Without waiting to admire the fruits of her labor, Annabeth rushed back into the pilot's house and turned the Fero away as hard as possible and pushed the throttle back to flank speed, feeling rather pleased about herself.
One day she would learn to suppress those feelings before the fight was over because that was when things went wrong again. Just as Annabeth's mental clock told her the bomb would explode, something blasted out of the water only a few feet away from her boat in a spectacular fountain of water and arced towards the Kraken.
Empirically, she knew Percy was a god but so far it hadn't really felt real yet. Sure, she didn't remember Percy being able to go nonstop for two hours but he had even before godhood been a very gifted lover from their very first time, at least compared to the awkward funneling Katie hat told her about. As oblivious as he around women was in normal situations, Percy seemed to instinctively know how to drive a girl crazy once the clothes actually came off.
However, this was a different matter entirely. Percy was glowing with a dark blue aura of power and Riptide glowed as brightly as the sun.
Annabeth watched quite awestruck as Percy landed on the top of the Kraken and drove his blade down into the dark skin. Annabeth silently marveled at how the sun shimmered on his tanned skin and now hard muscles rippled under his skin.
The Kraken screamed in agony as Percy slid down its bulk in Annabeth's direction, drawing a long cut down with Riptide in the process.
Annabeth's smile froze as her gut told her what had likely happened dynamite must have rolled off the Krakens side too and if it had...
An explosion later glittering twenty-foot waterspout shot up into the sky and Percy disappeared from view. The shock wave shook the Fero and Annabeth knew if Leo hadn't installed armor-glass windows she would have just eaten a face full of glass.
"Percy!" she screamed, though her cries were drowned out by the Kraken's agonized roar. As she desperately looked around for Percy, thick fountains of oily black liquid gushed from dozens of orifices across the Kraken's massive form. Not oil,...Annabeth realized. It was ink.
The dark liquid splattered across the Fero, covering up its windows and likely spoiling every inch of its hull. Fortunately, Annabeth was still safe in the pilot's house, so she stayed clean.
Annabeth cursed, idled the engine, and turned on the windshield wipers. By the time the windows had regained some of their transparencies, the Kraken had already disappeared, hopefully, banished to Tartarus. Though she suspected it had merrily retreated back to the dark depths below to lick its wounds...or whatever Kraken did.
Annabeth rushed back onto the deck. What had been a beautiful boat, now looked as if someone had just hosed it down with black paint. She almost slipped on the ink when she tried to stop, but managed to maintain her footing.
"Percy!" she screamed, looking around. Around her was only ink black water.
"Did you blow me up?" a weary, very familiar voice asked room behind.
Annabeth spun around and found Percy holding onto the side of the boat behind her. He was covered in ink but she had rarely been so happy to see him.
She rushed towards him and with her help, he dragged himself onto the Fero.
Annabeth quickly realized the explosion had torn off Percy's swimming trunks, leaving him naked but seemingly unharmed apart from a nosebleed.
"You blew me up!" Percy muttered again as if aghast by the prospect, a note of accusation in his voice. Suddenly his legs gave away and he collapsed.
Annabeth knelt down at his side, hooked her arm around his, and turned his heavy body on its back, and slapped his cheek. "Open your eyes, Seaweed Brain" Annabeth ordered, and gently slapped his cheeks a few times after checking that Percy was breathing. She wasn't sure how far her first aid training went with gods but she didn't have much more to offer. He didn't react.
"Rise and shine, princess!" she chided and then began to aggressively rub Percy's sternum with her knuckle bones.
Percy groaned and pushed her fist away, his eyes opening again.
"Annabeth?" he asked and she sighed in relief.
"Yeah, I'm here," she said, grinning in relief, and kissed Percy on the forehead, ignoring the ink.
Percy sat up and groaned. "Fuck, that hurt. The Kraken is dead?"
"It ran I think," she said and Percy dropped back on his back and sighed.
"What happened?" Percy asked.
Annabeth quickly recounted her version of events and then escorted Percy under deck and brought him under deck to rest and get himself cleaned up and rest after force-feeding him some ambrosia and nectar.
As Percy got some brief RR she got them back on track, eager to leave this particular part of the ocean, and surveyed the damage to the boat. Fortunately, the anchors had been pulled up by the hydraulic hoist and so she stowed them away. Annabeth really couldn't be bothered to clean off all the ink and hoped it would rain soon. A few of the handrails on the boat's side though would need welding.
Finally, Percy rejoined her, sadly having put on some new clothes, but oh well. On the bright side, he brought her some breakfast.
"You alright?" she asked.
"I am," Percy confirmed and looked at her arm.
"Your bleeding!" he noted.
Annabeth looked down at her arm, sure enough, there was a shallow cut on her left shoulder that was slowly oozing red vitae and had already begun dripping down on her chairs upholstery.
The moment she looked at it the wound stung. Annabeth gritted her teeth and pressed her hand on it, which only made it hurt more.
"I'll be back!" Percy announced and soon returned with a first aid kit.
Annabeth let Percy clean out her wound and then bandage it up, feeling rather giddy over having him fuss over her. When she was finished and Percy had cleaned everything up he kissed her straight on the lips.
For some reason, this took her by surprise. With the fight, she had barely thought of what had happened last night and her stomach started making these annoying somersaults when he did.
"Good morning, beautiful," Percy finally greeted her and then kissed her on the temple.
"So..." Annabeth trailed off, hoping that Percy would confirm what she surmised from this sort of greeting. She was fine if they weren't together again yet and were only hooking up for now but whatever it was, she wanted to know where he stood. After all, you could be mutually in love but not a couple. Relationships were annoyingly nuanced like that. After all the invite to do whatever he pleased to her had partly been given to offer him a chance to vent whatever pent-up frustration and resentment he might
"Hmm?" he asked and kissed the top of her head while she very casually rested one hand on the steering wheel.
"I very much enjoyed last night," she announced and felt Percy's breath washing over her exposed neck, letting goosebumps pop up.
"I did too. Even that choking..."
"That too," Annabeth confirmed. She had, though, more from the way Percy assumed control over her than any direct sexual pleasure. It hadn't hurt and the main trick had been to just breathe through her nose.
"Hmm," Percy agreed. "So Annabeth Chase, back to boyfriend and girlfriend?"
Annabeth grinned at him, her heart almost exploding from relief. "Of course, Seaweed Brain!"
"Dope," Percy replied and wrapped his arms around her slender frame. "By the way, is that Do whatever I want with you thing still active?" he asked.
"No," Annabeth replied laughing.
"Damn," Percy grumbled in her ear, which for some reason, sent another shower of goosebumps down his back. "I forgot to go for Anal!"
Annabeth's mouth dropped for just a moment, but then she burst out laughing. "Tough luck, Lord Seaweed Brain. You should have thought of that last night!"
Percy chuckled a low rumbling chuckle and pressed his cheek against hers, allowing her to scratch his head.
"You know, this is going to really complicated and messy?" Annabeth asked, more speaking to herself than Percy.
"Woman, when has it ever been easy? I love you and that's all I really know!"
So, here is another chapter before I go into writing recess for editing the past few chapters more in depth. I hope you've enjoyed yourself anyway. Once again I would like to thank LastRonin for being my awesome quality control. He is an amazing dude and you must go read his harem story.
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