A/N- Hey, before we get started, I just wanted to mention that this is a rewrite/ retelling of hypno319's story Eros's Gift so credits to him and I hope you enjoy.

At last, it was over.

Gaea was defeated, all thanks to Leo. That dumbass sacrificed himself without a second thought. And I thought it was my job to make all the stupid sacrifice plays, guess I've gotta give others a chance in the spotlight.

Now that everything had calmed down a little, camp was returning to normal, bit by bit. No more quests, no more prophecies, no more fighting.

About time.

After mourning our fallen friends, the camp had taken on a bittersweet atmosphere these last few weeks. We celebrated their lives, and our survival, but the plans for the future were what got us through the more difficult moments.

Some of those plans were nice, such as Frank and Hazel's return to Camp Jupiter. Others were nice in theory, but in practice they led to difficult outcomes, like Jason and Piper's breakup before he travelled as a Pontifex Maximus. It seemed to be the best step forwards, but that didn't mean Piper was hurt any less.

I, however, had a lot to think about.

Annabeth and I spoke a lot about our future. When we heard about Frank and Hazel's plans, we pictured a life for us there after graduating high school, however that would work with me having disappeared for so long, no thanks to Hera. Then the news of Piper and Jason's split reached us, and we pondered on staying at camp full-time so Annabeth could stay close to her best friend whilst I could be near my mom in the city. That was another suggestion, living in the mortal world. Straightaway, we decided that New York would be the best place to stay, given that Annabeth had gotten so used to hanging out with my mom.

Reason number bajillion why I love her.

But the threat of constant monster attacks deterred us from mortal living. If anyone could manage it, it was us. That didn't mean we wanted to subject ourselves to that kind of danger though.

When Annabeth was tasked with leading the camp's rebuilding efforts, we decided to put our plans for the future on hold and enjoy our time together now.

However, it was unfortunate that there was so much for my girlfriend to be doing for one reason in particular. When she was working, it was downright impossible to get Annabeth's attention. I'm serious, I would have more luck making my way through Tartarus on my own than distract her from her designs. It was even worse now since she didn't have Daedalus' laptop anymore, having to work all day and night in the Big House's office.

So, that's how I ended up taking a stroll through the woods. With Riptide in my pocket, I didn't see any need to worry about monsters. I wasn't even sure there would be any left, but better safe than sorry.

It was strange, walking through nature after having just kicked Mother Nature's ass not even a month earlier. I guess I was just basking in our recent victory. Still, I felt a little uneasy being in the middle of the most powerful goddess' domain. Uneasy enough that I was glad to have the company of the stream gurgling along beside me.

Amidst all the bird songs, a single wolf whistle was enough to break me out of my thoughts.

"So, you're this Percy Jackson I keep hearing so much about!" a smooth voice, sweet like syrup, called out.

I spun towards it on a dime, my hand reaching into my pocket on instinct. What I was met with was for sure not what I thought it was going to be.

Now, I was picturing some terrifying monster that used their angelic voice to bait any unsuspecting demigods into its trap. With fangs, claws and horns. You know, the whole nine yards.

You can imagine my surprise when I found myself facing one of the strangest guys I've ever met. And I've met some very strange guys.

Leaning against a tree trunk, this guy stared at me with a cocky smirk. I don't know if I had just been around too many good-looking guys in my life, I mean have you seen Jason, but this guy wasn't much more to look at than the average dude.

Although he wasn't helped out by the sole piece of face furniture he sported, a thick moustache that belonged on an adult movie star. That combined with the crazed look in his eyes to create the image of a concerning weirdo. Still, there was something about him that drew me to him. His dilated pupils worried me. Was he talking to me? Or was he just hallucinating? The setting of his jaw convinced me it was the former.

"Do I know you?"

The man shook his head. "I wouldn't think so, you mortals do like to confuse me with that mischievous love goddess a lot."

My brow furrowed. "I take it you're not a friend of Aphrodite's then," I stated, trying my hardest to rack my brain for this stranger's identity.

"Oh no, we make a wonderful team!" he exclaimed. "It's just that she can be a bit too superficial for my liking."

I was drawing a blank. "So, is there something I can help you with, Mr.…?"

"No need for formalities, Percy. You can just call me Eros," he bowed with a wave of his arm.

Eros. I'd heard that name somewhere before. Annabeth must have mentioned something about it. Some love story maybe.

"What do you want from me, Eros?" I asked. In my ear, I could hear my blood start to rush. I was getting sick of gods and their constant needs from demigods. Every time they wanted something done, it always had to be me to do it. Why don't they ask someone else?

"Ooh, so aggressive!" he grinned. "I can see what all the gossip's about. But, don't worry!" he held his hands up in a surrendering gesture. "All I want is to make your life more exciting."

I let out a groan. "I think it's already interesting enough, thanks."

"Don't worry, Percy! All you gotta do is just embrace the part and enjoy the show!" he smiled before snapping his fingers.

As if at his command, a fresh breeze rushed past me, rustling the leaves behind me.

When I looked back, he was gone.

I checked my surroundings, making sure I wasn't on some mythical island. That had happened a couple times now so good to sure I was still at camp. Then, I checked out myself, praying I wasn't a guinea pig or something. Better safe than sorry.

Something did feel different, but since I didn't find anything, I shrugged and made my way back to camp.

If I was going to figure out what just happened, then I was going to need the smartest person I knew. Thank the gods, she was my girlfriend.

Now, it didn't take too long to find myself distracted. If you had your money on as soon as I left the woods, then congrats because you're a winner.

I was pretty used to attracting a lot of attention at Camp Half-Blood. I mean, I was the child of prophecy and now the twice savior of Olympus so there was never any escape from it. Even when I ended up at Camp Jupiter without any memories, I managed to create a mess of an entrance.

So, it shouldn't have been a surprise that I almost face planted as soon as I left the tree line. As if desperate to keep me in the forest, my foot got caught on a root and sent me tumbling over. Don't worry, I had an unsuspecting girl to fall into, crashing us both to the ground with a squeal.

Breathing in a face full of chocolatey locks, I let out a moan at the cinnamon fragrance I caught under my nose.

"Nice to see you too, Percy," a melodic voice grinned in my ear.

I pulled back, planting my hands on either side of the girl's head to support myself. "Hey, Piper."

Despite being tackled with all the grace of a line-backer, Piper Mclean still managed to look on top of it. On the one hand, I was thankful that it wasn't a random girl I'd collapsed onto. On the other…

Why did it have to be Piper?

We'd had a little bit of history together, all platonic of course. But I could without a doubt say that Piper McLean was one of the best people I'd ever met. On our quest, we had adventured a little together, with Jason. It seemed like every time she had to stop us from killing each other or getting killed together. We were never the closest on the Argo II, in fact I would say we were the furthest apart due to being in relationships. Still, that didn't mean I was blind to the amazing person she was. And, in all honesty, she was one of prettiest girls I'd met.

I'd say to not tell Annabeth, but she always raved about her best friend's beauty. Even more so after Piper's split from Jason. A few times, I'm pretty sure I caught my girlfriend checking out her butt and I couldn't blame her. And the way that they sort of flirted when they talked. Yeah, I think there might have been something more between them if I wasn't in the picture.

I stood up, offering the daughter of Aphrodite a hand. She took it and with one quick pull, Piper was on her feet and leaning against me for support. For a few moments, she didn't move. In fact, I could've sworn her fingers tightened a little around my upper arm. It wasn't until she bit her hearty lips that I cleared my throat. She released me, taking a single step backwards.

"Thanks."

"Well, I'm sorry for wiping you out from out of nowhere," I scratched the back of my head, embarrassed by my clumsiness.

She brushed a stray lock of her behind her ear. "It's fine, you're cute as a klutz," she smiled. Her kaleidoscopic eyes darted away from my gaze, but they returned to lock me in place an instant later.

I stuttered, trying to figure out where a compliment like that came from. "Have… have you seen Annabeth anywhere?"

My attempt at switching the conversation wasn't as smooth as I'd have hoped, but Piper was nice enough to meet me halfway.

"Yeah, I think she was headed towards the cabins last time I saw her."

I motioned to leave. "Cool, I'll see you later."

As I walked past her, Piper waved with an awkward hand. "Yeah, see you around… Fish Lips."

I glanced over my shoulder with a raised eyebrow, but Piper took off in the other direction with a hurried strut and left me to march towards camp. On my way through, it wasn't hard to notice all the eyes on me.

Again, I was pretty used to all the attention. Although, I wasn't acclimated to such a unanimous sentiment being directed at me from every girl who saw me in their field of view.

Some were more obvious than others.

Drew Tanaka shot me a wink and a sly smirk as we passed each other. I thought it was a little odd because I always thought she was a bit intense but considering her parentage, I wrote it off as just her being a proud flirt.

Meanwhile, Katie Gardner offering me a strawberry whilst making a show of sucking one of her own between her plump lips had me taken aback. I took a berry in a little daze and watched her stroll away, swinging her round hips a little.

Others seemed to be more discreet with their looks, requiring me to waste a few seconds too many to notice.

Miranda Gardner headed in the same direction as her sister, glanced at me for a few seconds before averting her gaze and almost outright ignoring me.

Then, there was Lou Ellen who sat on a bench, watching me like a black cat stalks its unfortunate victims. She rolled a coin over her fingers, making it disappear once it reached her pinkie, just for it reappear pinched between her thumb and forefinger.

I even thought I caught someone staring at me from the campfire in the middle of the cabin. But when I spun on the source of the shivers down my spine, no one was near it. By the time I reached the Athena cabin, I was glad to escape inside, away from all the prying eyes.

"Percy?"

I turned towards the voice calling out behind me.

"Malcom, hey! Is Annabeth around?" I asked. I knew Athena's kids weren't the most social at camp, but on such a nice day I expected them all to go out and enjoy it. But, I guess there was always one nose deep in the entirety of their cabin's library. Although, I did expect that one to be my girlfriend, so seeing her little brother here was quite disappointing.

He shook his head, confused. "She said that she'd be going around the cabins to propose her refurbishing plans, she said that you'd be last since it's just you in your cabin," he explained.

The reminder of my sole habitation did sting, but I ignored it with an exaggerated groan.

"Is everything alright?"

I blinked. "Yeah, why?"

Malcom pushed his glassed back up his nose. "You just seem… different," he observed.

I shrugged. If I was going to talk about how my day was going, then I'd much rather do it with my much prettier girlfriend.

Not wanting to stick around, I slipped outside with an offhanded wave to Malcom.

As soon as I stepped out from the shade of Cabin Six, I had to shield my eyes from a flood of light. I winced, turning away and waiting for my vision to clear of fuzzy spots. I turned back to check where the attack came from and stared at none other than Cabin Eight in all its silvery glory. Yet, it seemed to shine with a ferocious glint in the midday sun's light.

Yeah, something weird was going on.

I sped up my pace on the way to my cabin.

Once I got inside, I let out a relieved sigh. My shoulders relaxed and my breathing steadied.

And that's when I heard it.

Something that sounded a lot like hyperventilation.

The next moment, it was followed by a noise that I would assume was someone clapping with a pair of wet hands. Squelching, I guessed.

Though, it was the last sound that piqued my curiosity.

Was that a moan?

I stepped further inside, looking around for my cabin's would-be intruder. Then, my gaze fell on my bed. Or the sight of perfect beauty lying on top of it.

With her face buried in my pillow, my girlfriend had her hand buried between her bare legs. Her back arched and her body writhed in tandem with her heavy breaths. Amidst her moaning, she took periodic whiffs from the pillowcase and each time she did, her wrist's movements quickened.

Even from a few feet away, I couldn't help but scrunch my nose in an attempt to smell more of the musky perfume, sweeter than honey.

I must have been standing too long, because soon my breathing began to match Annabeth's.

One of them might have been too loud as Annabeth flinched, rolling over to find me staring at her. Her already wide eyes widened. "Percy!" she froze. Her cheeks were so rosy, I wasn't sure if it was from what she was doing before or me catching her in the act. "I was just… I didn't mean to…" she stumbled over her words, crossing her legs over to deny me a view of the prize in between. "What are you doing here?" she shot me a defiant glare.

I quirked an eyebrow. "I think that's my line," I smirked. "Is everything okay, babe?"

She sat up against the headboard, her head bowed. "I was just coming here to show you my designs for the rebuild," she explained. "But when I saw you weren't here, I…" her voice trailed off as her gaze flicked towards me, then darted away towards the pillow. "It just smelled so…" her hand shot up to cover her mouth.

I grinned down at her, doing my best to keep my mouth shut. It was obvious that my silence was fazing her. It was pretty out of character, after all.

Annabeth shook her head, her golden curls bouncing with a vigorous action. She took a deep breath, composing herself. "I should go," she announced, standing up with trembling fists.

I knew better than anybody that the best way to stay alive in this mess of a world filled with gods, monsters and reckless demigods, was to stay the fuck out of Annabeth's way.

But, that didn't stop the hyperactive voice in the back of my mind from letting out a whine. Why did she have to go? After seeing what she was doing, all I wanted was for her to stay. It was nice to see my hard-working girlfriend let loose for once. I mean, she was always a badass, just one that always seemed to have a plan or was in the process of concocting one. Maybe I was a bad influence on her, in the best way of course.

My internal monologue was cut off by Annabeth's posture straightening. She had begun to step towards the door when her foot froze in mid-air before retracting back to where she was standing.

"Never mind, I think I'll stick around instead."

Well, that was strange. Or was I just overthinking?

Strange…

I thought about how my day had gone and why I had been searching for my girlfriend all day. All the weird exchanges I had with the girls at camp, and with that weirdo in the woods.

I needed to tell Annabeth, she would know what was going on and how to deal with it. She always did.

I moved towards her. "Annabeth, I met some guy in the woods earli—" I was cut off by my foot catching one a pile of dirty clothes, forcing me to steady myself or else face plant in front of my girlfriend.

I scanned the floor of my cabin, realizing it was a lot messier than usual. Damn, I wish it was cleaner. It's not the best look to bring a girl into, even one as cool as Annabeth.

That was when my girlfriend moved. I watched her bend over and begin to pick up the pile of clothes I had almost tripped over. I stood there, staring as she went about my cabin, picking up candy wrappers and dirty clothes before taking them to the trash. When she bent over to clean under my bed, I salivated at the view. Round hips gave way to a muscled rear and powerful thighs. In between them, a rosy slit glistened with a juicy sheen.

My crotch ached at the sight. My chest tightened and my jaw clenched to smother a hungry growl deep in my throat.

I wanted to fuck her. To mount her like a beast and rut.

The scenes of my lust flooded my brain, each one more erotic than the one that came before. Gods, I didn't realize I was this horny.

"What are you waiting for, Seaweed Brain?" I was snapped out of my lewd train of thought by the sweet melody of Annabeth's sly tone.

I refocused my gaze to find my girlfriend bent over at the waist with her legs wide to present me with a heavenly sight. To emphasize her allure, she used her hands to spread her delectable cheeks and revealed her puckered asshole. Looking over her shoulder, she eyed me with a playful smirk.

As if in a trance, I ambled towards her until I towered over her. Reaching behind her, her sleek digits fingered the waistline of my jeans. In return, I swiped a fingertip over her tight slit. With just one move, I watched as my girlfriend's back arched, pressing her butt against my clothed crotch.

"Fuck, Percy!" she squealed. Her hands groped the bulge down my inner thigh. She rubbed the length a few times before she offered me a grin, shining with her pearly teeth. With an efficient action, she undid my belt buckle, fly and button, all whilst pulling my jeans and boxers down my legs. Once they reached my knees, she let go and allowed them to fall down my shins. "I knew it!" she exclaimed, her voice reverbing with an excited moan.

My throbbing erection tapped her inner thigh, pulsing against her bronze skin.

She leaned backwards, meeting me with a passionate kiss. Our tongues wrapped around each other's, forcing her honey taste onto my tastebuds as we swapped spit. She tugged at the hem of my shirt, and I matched her by curling my fingers underneath the bottom of hers. Together, we yanked them off in a blur of orange that was forgotten as soon as my vision readjusted and saw her bare chest over her shoulder. Her hands returned to my hair, clawing my scalp as she pulled me in to make out again. Without looking, my fingers found her heaving bosom. My palm rolled over her stiff nubs, begging me to pinch and flick with my calloused digits.

In response, Annabeth pressed her chest forwards into my grip. Her desperation washed over me, my primal instincts taking over as I followed her, pushing us over the edge of the bed.

Pinning her underneath my torso, I pelvis rubbed against her backside. When my swollen tip slapped against her hidden pearl, we let out a collective grunt. My eyes shot open to meet her stormy grey irises. With just that glance, we knew what was going to happen.

I shifted my hips back. Annabeth rolled hers in a retort, rocking her tantalizing ass from side to side. My enlarged glans pressed against her slick labia. In a song of carnal groans and lewd moans, my crotch rolled forwards to push my cock deep into her pussy. Once it had sunk its way to the bottom, where my balls rested against her clit, I breathed a sigh of relief in my girlfriend's ear.

She leaned her head to the side, showing off the supple flesh of her throat. Her skin shone with drops of sweat, enticing me to take a bite. Her back flexed against mine, as if trying to pull me in further. It wasn't until she shot me a wink that I began to move.

At a slow pace, I retracted my hips at a slow pace, enjoying the whimpers she let out in response to me dragging my cock against her tight insides. When just the tip remained inside, stretching her wide, she shook her hips to try and tempt me to fill her up again.

Of course, there was no way I was going to deny my girlfriend. So, with a mighty thrust, I bucked my hips and rammed my cock back into her juicy depths. My grunt was drowned out by waves of pleasure that rushed through our pairing.

"Fuck!" we both groaned out in a synchronized symphony. We smirked at our coincident, vocalized thoughts.

Our bodies told us all we needed to know. Each other's primal needs and innermost desires.

I repeated my previous actions, pulling out and pushing back in like the tide in a storm. With each thrust, her robust cheeks clapped against my abs, rippling in tandem with her pussy's contractions.

The added tightness squeezed my cock, demanding me to pump my release into her womb. At this rate, I knew I wasn't going to last much longer. But neither was she.

After a few dozen more strokes, I bucked my hips for the last time. I buried myself inside as deep as possible. My ball sack clenched and my length almost choked under the immense pressure of her slick tightness.

Her jaw hung wide as a melodic scream rang out. One of her arms grasped mine, whilst the other shot to her chest. She clawed my wrist as I roared.

My release was almost painful, my cock firing a few powerful shots of seed into her pussy. My legs trembled under the recoil and I gripped her waist hard enough to leave a mark.

For a few moments, we remained still, trying to extend our shared pleasure as much as we could. Then, Annabeth's pupils narrowed, and her lips pursed into a wince as she rubbed her chest.

Something wasn't right.

A/N- So, how was it? Like I said before, I hope you've enjoyed and I'll see you around for chapter 2.

Yours truly,

Signing off