AN: Ugh. I'm getting so tired of this.
Time: A Few Months After Prologue Part 2
"And that is how you stop a friendly Cyclops high on Red Bull." Thalia finished solemnly, evoking laughter from all sides as her tale concluded.
Life at the Hunters had come back to what it was, well, as close as could be with less than half the number of members. The three children of the Big Three had come as a breath of fresh life, with almost everyone jumping in to teach the new, powerful demigods all there was to learn.
About all sorts of things. While Artemis and Phoebe taught them hunting and close combat, Atalanta taught them rudimentary medicine and basic first aid, etc. Meanwhile, pranking was something that had become staple at the Hunters' Camp, with everyone wary of each other, and always looking before sitting, or carefully inspecting their tents upon return for anything. Percy and Thalia were the ones who bore the brunt of pranks, because the two only seemed to target each other relentlessly, and everyone else jumped in for the ride.
Campfires had become a pleasant nocturnal ritual again, with every Hunter sharing anecdotes while roasting marshmallows around a roaring, bright campfire that lit up the surrounding area with a bright, orange flame.
Although everyone enjoyed it, the spark that burned bright at the Hunt was missing, with both Artemis and Percy being away on a scouting mission. They had left a few days prior, after receiving orders to scout a relatively large nest a few hundred miles to the southwest.
The night was one that evoked nostalgic memories of so many others like it, spent with their sisters underneath the open sky in different parts of the world. The bright silver of the full moon's orb bathed the wild landscape in ivory light that gave everything a silver tinge, showing off its goddess' happy mood. The star-studded, dark purple sky was clear and beautiful, and the eternal Huntress stood like a lonely, twinkling sentinel looking over her sisters. A slight breeze whispered through the tall, gently swaying coniferous trees, making the leaves rustle with the mysterious language of the forest. Insects added music to the chorus of the nocturnal forest, accompanied by the soft hoot of an owl flitting through the branches, and the perpetual, beautiful sound of a stream nearby. The air was fresh and sweet, as expected of a deserted forest so deep in uninhabited territory, and carried with it the gentle, sweet smell of the first flowers of spring.
Occasionally, the eye would catch glimpse of a wild animal's silhouette captured against the moonlight, but none paid them any attention, knowing that the power of Artemis, goddess of wildlife and forests, protected, and watched over both.
If they missed their parents, none of the Little Big Three gave any indication, for the family they had received was greater than any family they had left behind. Occasional bouts of homesickness still plagued them, but it was gone as soon as it came, the three preteens content with their overpowered brother's silly, childish antics, overprotective sisters and loving family.
"Alright now, let's go! No more stories, lights out for the night." Thalia ordered as lieutenant, glancing at the moon to confirm that it was indeed, late, later than usual.
Amid slight protests from the Hunters, she stood unyielding, unmovable from her staunch position to get all of them to sleep. Hands on her hips, she glared at the dissenters, the bright orange tongues of flame from the campfire reflected in her bright, electric blue eyes.
"Oh, I get it. Get the three younglings to bed, and then we'll chat, grown-up stuff, right?" Ruby smirked, elbowing Cathy and making everyone roll their eyes.
"Nope, goes for you too." She smirked at their deflated expressions, before adding as an afterthought, "And if you want me to do something silly like Jackson, then forget it. Now, chop ch-"
The beautiful daughter of Zeus winced at her slip up, her cheeks heating up as her hand flew to her mouth. Despite her mortification, she was smiling internally as the laughing Hunters went back to their tents obediently, occasionally shoving each other playfully in harmless banter.
She made a mental note to beat the crap out of the accursed, stupidly hot, sadly taken, too fucking dumb to catch her hints, Jackson once he got back. If he really was dense, or if he was just messing with her by ignoring, what every girl thought, were obvious hints, she did not know.
She turned to her own tent, which she had been sharing with Annabeth for the last few days, seeing as Percy, being Percy, had absentmindedly packed their tent for his scouting trip, instead of the standard one. Thalia didn't mind though, shaking her head at the demigod as a small smile played across her soft, pink lips.
She opened the flap and dipped inside, not bothering to let Annabeth know that she was coming. The daughter of Athena had come back early because she wanted to talk to Jackson, and Thalia had let her have her alone time with him.
She stopped, wondering why the tent was so dark, as she waited for her eyes to adjust to the darkness.
After a few minutes, she could make out the features of her tent, bathed in a gentle glow of silver moonlight that made everything tinged with silver, with a silvery surface.
Closing her eyes, she navigated her cluttered room through her memory. Her nimble feet expertly weaved through the mounds of junk on her floor, knowing where she threw all the wrappers of her snacks, or the spot where she threw all her dirty clothes. Her hand immediately reached out for the cupboard by her bed, and she counted the steps.
The daughter of Zeus stopped when she knew that she was in front of the bed, finally opening her eyes.
A lump formed in her throat.
For the first time, Thalia understood why Percy had fallen in love with Annabeth.
Resting on the bed as she watched an Iris Message, bathed in silver moonlight, Thalia was unsure if it was indeed Annabeth she was looking at, or if Artemis had flashed to her tent as a prank. Her slightly tanned, flawless and unblemished skin seemed like pale velvet under the silver shine, her soft, gentle features belonging to a goddess sculpted by the hand of Aphrodite herself. The daughter of Athena's stormy grey eyes seemed endless, like a deep ocean with no bed, swirling with knowledge and abstract emotions. Soft, pink lips curled up in a beautiful smile revealing her sparkling, perfect white teeth, her smooth, unblemished skin like ivory. Her normally golden blonde hair seemed woven out of the finest silver, falling in gentle curls past her shoulders. If Thalia had felt self-conscious in front of Percy, or standing beside one of her sisters, the feeling- a strange mixture of jealousy, wistfulness, and slight, just a little bit, hunger- of seeing Annabeth like that topped it all. Accompanied by the gentle scent of her perfume, Thalia felt something that she had never thought anybody other than Percy could evoke.
For the first time in her life, Thalia lusted after somebody who was not Percy- fucking- Jackson. And it just had to be his girlfriend, whom she viewed as a little sister.
She cursed her luck as she stood there awkwardly, trying to ignore her feelings for the daughter of Athena.
"Oh, you're here!" Annabeth broke her trance, making her stare at the demigoddess as she swiped through the Iris Message, sitting up on the bed.
Thalia cursed her inhuman eyesight, as she saw details she wouldn't have noticed otherwise under the dim light of the moon filtering in through the tent walls. The way her tits jiggled, revealing her lack of a bra, how she bit her pink lip, how delicious her soft, luscious thighs looked, or how she nervously played with a few strands of her silky hair, or how her grey eyes danced, refusing to meet her equally nervous electric blue.
"What is the matter?" Thalia asked, trying to sound uncaring and offhanded, mentally swearing to beat Jackson to crap, if he hurt Annabeth in any way. Not that he would.
"I-I'm h-horny," Annabeth asked, turning her face to the side with a furious blush on her cheeks.
Thalia blinked, not trusting her ears to hear correctly. "Come again?"
"I'm horny." She clarified, with just the tinge of annoyance creeping into her voice for having to repeat herself twice.
Thalia blushed as deeply as Annabeth when she confirmed that, in fact, she had heard correctly. She stammered, "Wh-what do you want me to do about it? I-I can w-wait outside if you want-"
Annabeth shook her head. "Nope, I want the Percy Jackson merchandise you are hiding. The idiot took mine when he stupidly packed our tent."
She blinked again. She felt like she was becoming increasingly dumb by the moment.
When her words finally registered, the blood rushed to her face at an alarming speed, making her blush down to her neck as she vehemently denied the truth, waving her hands frantically. "Whatever gave you the idea that I would have merch in my tent?! Heh..."
Her nervous laugh trailed off at Annabeth's disbelieving look.
"I'm not eight anymore, Thalia." The daughter of Athena chastised, "And you are a really bad liar. Lastly, you will need a better hiding spot for your Percy pillow than under your bed."
"Hey, cut me some slack! You barged into my room unannounced, and I had really short notice to hide everything-" Her hand flew to her mouth when she realised what she had just said, her eyelids fluttering as she looked away, caught with her hand in the cookie jar.
"Now, out with it."
"You aren't mad?" The normally rebellious demigoddess asked meekly at her authoritative tone.
"Only if you don't share."
Thalia's mind raced at the double meanings her words contained. Nope, it was innocent, surely?
Still not fully comprehending what she was doing or what was happening, Thalia shuffled towards a locked closet, fiddling with a key hidden beneath her Greenday doormat. "It's here- mmph!"
Her words of alarm came out muffled as she was tackled by a blur of shiny golden-silver hair.
Her sight was blocked by the same, as Thalia felt soft lips press against her, in a passionate kiss. Her electric blue eyes widened as she recognized her attacker, and she struggled in the unyielding grasp of strong arms that pinned her to the wooden closet.
"Mmph!" She exclaimed again, trying to resist the urge to submit to the gentle caresses of Annabeth's soft lips. A velvet, pink tongue ran along her puffy, full lips, and she parted obediently, all shreds of self-restraint coming undone under Annabeth's touch.
The daughter of Athena explored the daughter of Zeus' mouth eagerly once she got permission, running her tongue along every surface, trying to burn Thalia's coffee taste in her brain. Their lips moved in tandem as Annabeth took charge, trying to remember everything that Percy did to make her feel special. One of her hands pinned Thalia's arms behind her, as her free arm wrapped around her waist, pulling the taller girl closer to her. She wanted to pin Thalia's arms above her head as Percy did, but her shorter height would not allow it, a fact that exasperated her to no end.
Finally, when the need to breathe became too pressing to ignore, the two red-faced demigoddesses broke apart, breathing heavily, a thin, glistening string of saliva connecting their swollen lips.
"How did you like your first kiss, Thals?" Annabeth asked, breathless.
"What about Percy?" Thalia asked, nervous, trying to ignore her heart pounding against her ribs, or the implications of what she had just done.
She did not bother to correct Annabeth that it was not her first kiss. No, of course, she had found a way to make Percy her first kiss, by 'practising' mouth to mouth on the demigod. The two demigods, teacher and student, had kissed for hours on Percy's bed. The dense demigod had not even known when Thalia had turned it to a full out make-out session, nor did he know that they were engaged in a steamy make-out session in the first place.
Her excuse had been that she did not know mouth to mouth, and did not want to embarrass herself by asking anybody else. So, she had come to him, 'in secret'.
Of course, it was inspired by a daughter of Demeter, who had pretended to drown earlier that day, just to have Percy do mouth to mouth on her.
"What about him?" She asked, staring up at the taller girl with beautiful grey eyes.
"Aren't you, you know, cheating on him?"
"He thinks it's hot. Besides, he is having his own fun."
"What fun?"
She did not elaborate any further, instead smirking up at the daughter of Zeus. "Come on, Thals. I'll make you the second member of Percy's harem."
"Wh-what?!" She almost screeched, having trouble recognizing this girl before her as the Annabeth she knew.
The daughter of Athena winked conspiratorially, "Just between you and me, Percy is a bit too much for me to handle sometimes. So, I'm getting him a harem."
"And you're fine with sharing him with other girls?" Her voice was softer this time, gentler.
Annabeth smiled, a beautiful smile that made Thalia's heart beat faster. She wondered how two different expressions on two wildly different people, Annabeth's innocent smile, and Jackson's devilish smirk, could make her feel the same way.
"I'm ready to share how he makes me feel. Think of it as me bragging about my boyfriend, and besides, it would be a polyamorous relationship. That's why, I get to be your first." She smirked at Thalia's furious blush, before taking her soft hand gently in hers, leading her to the bed.
"Come on, Thals. Percy is waiting."
Before she had an opportunity to ask what she meant, Thalia's eyes caught her full-sized Percy Jackson body pillow on the bed. Her cheeks heated up involuntarily, despite her knowing that Annabeth already knew about her merchandise collection.
She was gently pushed onto the bed, and she offered no resistance, sinking into the soft sheets. Annabeth had taken care to remove the thick fur blankets that normally covered every Hunter's bed, knowing how hard it would be to get bodily fluids out of the fur.
Thalia sighed, lying on her bed, exposing her clothed body to Annabeth's stormy grey eyes mentally undressing her. She shuddered at the feeling of being watched, instead concentrating on the faint silver silhouette of the moon visible overhead, through the thin fabric walls of her tent.
"You are beautiful, Thals. Percy will love you, if you confess to him."
Annabeth continued, as she straddled the older girl. "We can be lovers, too. A three-way polyamorous relationship. We'll be friends, family, lovers... there is nothing stopping us from it."
Thalia's thoughts turned to mush as her soft lips met her again in a chaste kiss, and the daughter of Athena knew, this was it.
No words were needed then, as the two pulled closer, as close as they possibly could, their chaste kiss turning to a steamy, full-blown make-out session. Swollen pink lips parted to allow their wet velvet tongues to tangle, swapping saliva as they memorized each other's preferences.
Thalia let out a short, involuntary gasp as the daughter of Athena pulled away, leaving her breathless, with hot cheeks.
The cold air assaulted her bare skin, making goosebumps travel up her smooth, flawless skin. Electric blue eyes widened as she took in her unbuttoned shirt, somehow Annabeth had managed to unbutton her shirt while they were kissing. She could not help the pang of jealousy that spiked in her thumping heart as she saw Annabeth's skill, and could not help but grit her teeth as she thought of the person who had taught her that during innumerable, long nights.
Still, she couldn't help but shiver as stormy grey eyes wandered over her body, taking in her newly exposed, pale skin. Thalia wore a black bra that held her B- almost C- cup breasts, that hugged her slim frame perfectly, leading to a toned, flat stomach and crossed unconsciously crossed thighs to hide her aroused wetness.
She felt her blush kick up a notch as Annabeth smiled at her body, softly trailing her fingers up her exposed stomach, and making her shiver.
"Beautiful." She spoke absentmindedly, her eyes still occupied with optically eating the delectable body of the demigoddess.
She leaned back, arching her back as she straddled Thalia, trying to copy Percy's actions as much as she could. After making sure that Thalia's hands were pinned to her sides by her thighs, Annabeth's slender arms came to play with the hem of her t-shirt.
"Tell me what you want Th...slut." A smirk played on her lips as she watched Thalia's eyes widen at her words, before a smirk mirroring hers appeared on the older girl's lips. She was killing it.
Thalia, having decided to play along to Annabeth's whims, gave a moan, trying to make it seem as authentic as possible, which was not hard, as she felt the warmth of Annabeth's crotch and her soft thighs press against her body. "I want to see you naked, I want to see you bent over and getting your cute little brains fucked out by Percy's monster cock, I want to see you spanked by your- our big daddy, like the slutty little baby girl you are, Percy's bitch."
Annabeth's eyes widened just a fraction of an inch, but she caught it all the same, as the daughter of Zeus smirked victoriously up at her.
The daughter of Athena smirked, "That's the spirit."
And without waiting for her response, her slender arms pulled her shirt over her head, allowing her D cup tits to jiggle into freedom.
As if that hadn't been enough to make her question her sexual orientations, Thalia's mouth watered as she stared at Annabeth's exposed chest, with lust and a little -just a teeny weeny bit, she told herself- of love, her mind completely devoid of the jealousy she expected at Annabeth's larger tits.
Her slightly tanned skin seemed to glow a gentle golden silver as she stared at Annabeth's naked body, trying to burn the memory permanently into her brain. Her firm D cup tits hugged her chest nicely, with absolutely no sag, making her look like she was wearing an invisible bra. Her little pink nipples stood stiff and crinkled in the cold air of the tent, poking slightly out of her smooth skin, making Thalia's mouth water. She could feel the lustful warmth from Annabeth like heat from a campfire, and it drove her crazy.
Her eyes wandered along her slender arms, to her unfortunately covered crotch and thighs, before trailing back up her perfectly toned and muscled stomach, put on full display by her arched back.
If she was surprised to see the bellybutton, she did not express it. She could have been Athena's brainchild, like every other demigod child of Athena, and not born naturally, but the godly world worked on that way. Aphrodite magically sprung forth from Ouranos' castrated balls for fuck's sake!
"Mmm..." Annabeth's sultry moan made her breathing pick up, as she leaned in, chewing on her lower lip as she mashed her soft tits to Thalia's toned stomach. "Your turn. Should I?"
And despite her lust and feigned confidence and punk attitude, Thalia could not help the blood rushing to her face as grey eyes bore into her electric blue.
"I- I will." She cursed her stutter and meek voice as she looked away, unable to hold Annabeth's burning gaze.
The daughter of Zeus, despite being pinned to the bed by an unbelievably sexy, half-naked daughter of Athena she considered to be her sister, showed off the ungodly flexibility that all Hunters seem to possess by virtue of their patron goddess. Her back arched, lifting her completely off the bed as her slender arms reached behind her back to unhook her bra effortlessly.
"Umm... a-are you ready?" She asked, her cheeks still painted red, still unable to look Annabeth in the eye.
"Of course." Annabeth's voice betrayed her excitement, as Thalia felt the heat from her crotch grow in arousal.
"Al- alright." Why was she being so nervous, damn it!
The lieutenant of the Hunt shot a prayer to every God she could recall as she finally let the bra fall from her chest.
But Annabeth had learnt from the best of the best, pulling Percy's neat little tricks out of the impossible book that was her superhuman brain.
While Thalia had been busy dealing with her embarrassment and glaring at the carpeted floor, she had managed to undo the button on her jeans, her nimble fingers having no trouble as she tried not to distract the girl.
The result?
Thalia yelped, surprised as Annabeth yanked her jeans down to her ankles, her arms involuntarily coming up to cover herself, in a futile effort to protect her dignity.
The blush had yet to recede, instead creeping down her cheeks as she lay practically naked before the wandering eyes of the daughter of Athena, clad only in her black panties.
"Kick your jeans off," Annabeth commanded, shifting into the stern dominatrix mode that she had perfected from the best dominant around since the dawn of the universe. She was submissive through and through, but it was fun to be the dom for a change, doing her best to emulate every single action that Percy ever did- from his subtle tensing of his muscles, to his sharp gaze, and husky growls.
The effect was magical, as Thalia kicked off her jeans obediently, still covering herself. The two ignored the slight thump of it hitting the ground, still gazing into each other's eyes.
"Good girl." Annabeth purred, taking note of the little shivers and tremors that wracked her lithe frame, "Now, let me see you. Arms at your sides."
Her blush intensifying impossibly, Thalia reluctantly set her arms beside her head, trying to subtly push out her chest, trying not to compare herself with Annabeth's delectable body. Stifling a whimper that built up in the back of her throat, she tried to ignore the cold air making her already erect nipples stiffen, or the hungry gaze that roved over her naked upper body, courtesy of a certain, equally naked, grey-eyed daughter of Athena.
Annabeth was having trouble hiding the twitch tugging at the corner of her lips, trying to resist the urge to smirk at Thalia's expression as she hungrily ogled the older girl's naked body.
Her almost C cup breasts were obviously smaller than hers, the realization making it more difficult for Annabeth to smirk at her little triumph. But what she lacked in size, she more than made up with a perfect body. Her tits hugged her frame nicely, jiggling and bouncing softly with every breath she took, betraying their silky softness. Stiff, rosy nipples stood erect just before her eyes, making her mouth water as she forcefully tore away her grey eyes from her chest to the gentle curves that made her look like her body was sculpted by some beautiful angel's painstaking hard work, leading to a toned stomach with slight abs, and a slim waist. Pale, creamy skin assumed a silver tinge under the pale light of the moon that flooded the tent, making it seem like she was glowing with an ethereal beauty that made her draw a shirt gasp. Her pale ivory skin was beaded with sweat, her shoulders tinged slightly pink as she adorably blushed at being ogled by the younger girl.
Her legs were the most perfect features Annabeth had seen in a while, with a firm, toned ass and luscious, slightly muscled thighs- the perfect combination of fat and muscle that seemed to go on forever, like the gentle slopes of flawless, milky hills, her black panties almost lost in the sea of smooth, creamy flesh.
Her grey eyes wandered back to her face to see Thalia's piercing electric blue eyes looking away from her as she chewed nervously on her lower lip. Her long, silky black hair so similar, yet so different from Percy's, formed a dark halo around her glowing, pink face.
Unable to hide her smile anymore, nor resist the urge to worship Thalia's sinful body, Annabeth touched her cheek, making her flinch in surprise, before she finally met her gaze. "You're so... beautiful."
Her finger gently trailed down to her jaw, gently moving along her slender neck to trace her smooth collar bone, making the older girl shiver at her torturously slow actions. "I wanted to wrap you up in ribbons and gift you to my master. But after seeing this, I'm not sure if I want to give you to Percy, or keep you for myself."
Thalia's puffy lips trembled.
"What do you think, Thals? Do you want to be bound and gagged beside me on Percy's bed? Eating me out as he pounds you from behind?"
She let out a short gasp as Annabeth's fingers found her chin, jerking her head and forcing her to look up at her.
"Do you want to?" Her voice was harsh. Damn, she was really getting into this entire dominatrix thing- she could see why Percy was addicted to being the dom, though she still preferred sub.
"Ye- yes." Thalia's voice was meek.
"Yes what?"
"Yes, mistress."
Annabeth let a small smile grace her face. "Good girl. Now tell me what you want to do, slut."
Thalia blushed again at her words, and parted her lips to answer. She found herself unable to answer at all the naughty ideas that flooded her head, making her heart beat faster.
"I asked you something, slut." Annabeth snarled, slapping her boobs with her hand. Thalia gasped, feeling the sensitive skin of her chest sting, sure that she now had a red mark on her tit, watching as grey eyes eagerly followed the movement of her smooth tits.
She felt her cheeks heat impossibly more as her lips parted and all the lewd ideas that she wanted to experience, all the ideas that had filled her head until she couldn't think, all the ideas that she had spent fantasizing about for long, lonely nights cam spewing forth past the swollen lips of the virgin lieutenant of the Hunt.
She felt even more ashamed of herself at Annabeth's lecherous grin, a predatory grin that she had seen too many times on a particular son of Poseidon's delicious lips to ignore- a grin that made her moisten the black fabric of her panties. She shot her patron goddess, the patron goddess of all maidens, a quick prayer, asking for her forgiveness for breaking her oath, before she was swamped by the hungry, starving daughter of Athena.
Little did the innocent Thalia know, that her patron Artemis was occupied in a quaint little adventure of her own, all surrounding another blonde similar to Annabeth, and a particular son of Poseidon she pined after since she first met him.
Thalia let out a short gasp at the sensation of Annabeth finally touching her naked body, arching her back involuntarily at her surprise at her unexpected approach.
Instead of going for her exposed breasts as Thalia anticipated, Annabeth kissed her toned stomach, with no less of a reaction. The blonde daughter of Athena continued to kiss and lick her stomach, enjoying the slightly salty taste of her smooth skin, trailing her lips over her abs and hip bones, occasionally nibbling on her panties just before diving back up to make out with her cute little bellybutton.
Thalia felt like she was on cloud nine as she writhed and twisted in ecstasy as her stomach was masterfully worshipped, making her toes curl in pleasure.
As soon as it came, the sensation was gone, making Thalia gasp, thankful for the reprieve. Her skin was beaded with slight sweat as she breathed heavily, her tits heaving. She could feel the cool saliva glistening on her stomach, making her feel warm, yet cool. "Wh- why did yo- oh!"
Her head thrown back as her question was cut off by a lewd moan, Thalia was pushed right back up the peaks of pleasure as the skilled daughter of Athena finally concentrated on her tits, using every single trick that she could remember from her nights with her passionate, virile lover.
Guided by Percy's invisible hand, she continued to suck on Thalia's nipple, as her fingers toyed with the other, pinching and tugging and twisting. She swirled her tongue around the pink, stiff nub of sensitive flesh, not believing the sweet taste that made her tastebuds tingle as she nursed on the older girl's teat.
Her tongue swirled around the sensitive areola as she gently allowed her teeth to graze her skin, nibbling slightly on her unbelievably soft flesh. She could see why Percy loved tits so much- she had always been on the receiving end, this was her first time actually sucking on another girl's beautiful boobs, and she was gonna make the most of it.
As Annabeth's mouth went to town on Thalia's nipple, determined to make her sore by the next morning, her hands were also hard at work on her other breast, as she gave in to instinct. Thalia's breast was played with in all kinds of manners, after she had grown tired of merely playing with her sensitive nipples, Annabeth started to palm her tits, grazing her nipples, before weighing the firm gloves in her hand and squeezing them, so that her firm, nimble fingers dug deep into the soft, pillowy flesh. She was determined not to relent until her breasts were sore, and she had orgasmed at least once, which, if the writhing and moans were anything to go by, was close.
And suddenly, Annabeth remembered that she was the dom this time, and she should stave off Thalia's orgasm as much as she could.
So that was that, for the poor daughter of Zeus, as the hands, and warm, wet mouth pulled away from her tits, leaving one red and slightly sore, and the other glistening with saliva.
She felt like sobbing. The pleasure that kept her on edge, slowly ebbed away, leaving her body limp yet aching, for the release that would not come.
"Pl- please, Annabeth, mistress, let me cum." She wanted to use her fingers to drive herself to the orgasm she so desired, but could not help the strangely welcome sensation of fear that made her heart beat faster. Her fingers clutched helplessly at her bedsheets as she tried to hold off her wailing, trying not to make much noise as her back arched, pressing her needy tits to the world. Her slightly teary electric blue eyes searched the dark tent frantically for Annabeth, but could not make out much through the haze of lust clouding her mind.
Her breathing picked up again as Annabeth sauntered back over to the bed, something in her hand. Her eyes were immediately drawn to her bare thighs and swaying hips, noticing the absence of clothing immediately as she blushed at Annabeth's almost naked body. Her eyes travelled back up her toned, slim waist and stomach to rest on her delicious looking tits, jiggling and bouncing with every step. She wanted to suck on her stiff, sensitive pink nipples, little pebbles poking out of her smooth, slightly tanned golden skin, the thought making her mouth water.
"Do you know what this is?"
Thalia had to forcibly tear away her gaze from Annabeth's sinful, erotic body to stare at the thing she was shaking in her hand.
"A book? Why are you bringing a book to bed?" She asked, slightly confused and annoyed at her bibliophile nature.
"Nope. Look closer." She moved the book to the moonlight illuminated bed, making Thalia squint as she tried to make out the letters on the cover.
It was the dirty, ineligible scribble towards the corner of the sea green and electric blue paper that made the realization dawn upon her.
Annabeth smirked, seeing the blood creep down her neck, painting her entire upper body red. "So, what is this, slut?"
Thalia muttered something inaudible.
"I asked, what is this, slut?"
"...my Percy Jackson porn collection." Her voice was meek and nervous, and her eyes darted every which way, unable to meet her grey orbs, shining with humour. All thoughts of the pleasure and her denied orgasm was pushed back, her mortification at being caught by Annabeth forefront on her lust addled mind.
"Good girl." Soft lips met her neck, making Thalia gasp in a sharp breath as Annabeth littered her neck, jaw and smooth collarbones with kisses and nibbles, determined to leave hickeys.
"Yo-you are n-not -oh fuck- angry?" She managed to stutter out, amidst moans and groans as her neck was kissed by the horny daughter of Athena.
"Oh, why would I be? I was searching for something just like this! Although, I have to admit, this is thicker than I anticipated." Her words making Thalia blush madly.
The experienced younger girl took the daughter of Zeus in her arms, hugging her from behind in a spooning position as she reclined against the head of the bed, so that her upper body was propped up, with Thalia's body between her thighs, resting against her.
Her arms encircled the daughter of Zeus, one coming to rest on her wet tit, and the other playing with the hem of her black panties.
"Now, Thalia, show me your collection." And her fingers dipped beneath the black fabric, immediately finding her wetness as her lips attached to her neck. The fingers of her left hand sunk into the cloudy flesh of her soft, B cup tits, as her right hand played with Thalia's wet, hot maidenhood.
The thick book was cracked open by nimble fingers, revealing rows upon rows of pictures, each carefully preserved and taken care of, each showing Percy in a series of compromising positions.
Annabeth smirked into Thalia's hot neck on seeing the pictures, accompanied by black lipstick marks on the pages.
She followed Thalia's gaze to look at a picture of Percy, practically naked, after an intense training session. His silky black hair stuck to his forehead with sweat, his shirt almost see-through, sticking to his lean, sculpted abs and showing off his body to any onlooker.
She bit her lip as she stared at the skin exposed, his shorts hanging loose around his waist, feeling the lustful heat from her core increase at his practically nude picture. Her mind assaulted by the feeling of Percy's warm skin on hers, her mind overloaded with pleasure at his burning, searing touch.
Her head leaned back, moaning in unison with Thalia, their bodies one, their pleasure a mixed soup of chaotic emotions and sensations. Her fingers worked on her body, feeling confused, feeling abstract pleasure.
Her nimble fingers spread the puffy, fat lips of Thalia's tight, virgin cunt, her fingers tweaking her sensitive clit, feeling the warm, saccharine juices leaking onto her palm as her fingers finally explored her hot, pink pussy. Her left hand tweaked the stiff, glistening nipple of her right breast, playing and massaging her soft flesh, tugging and pinching and tracing her pink areola.
Much before she expected, perhaps because of the previous orgasm she had almost driven her to, Annabeth felt Thalia's thighs tense, her hips snapping to her hands to drive as much pleasure as she could. Smirking, the daughter of Athena complied with the older girl's unspoken request, plunging her fingers into the tight, warm wetness of her untouched maidenhood, eliciting a muffled scream.
She smiled as Thalia bit down on her hand to muffle her moans and screams, whimpering as humiliated tears rolled down her flawless cheeks.
Annabeth's grey eyes wandered over to the black, Percy Jackson trademarked dildo that lay on the shelf she had taken the photo album from.
Her hands kept up their relentless assault on the overwhelmed daughter of Zeus, edging her closer and closer to an explosive, mind-numbing orgasm, as Annabeth eyed the photo album lying on the bed.
She smirked, looking back at the dildo, one of hundreds of mass-produced perfect copies of the cock that pounded her to oblivion every night. She still felt envious of the daughters of Aphrodite from Cabin 10, who had memorized his cock almost as well as herself, without ever coming into close contact with the real thing.
Thalia's orgasm was marked by another scream of "Percy!", accompanied by her squirting all over her fingers and bed.
Annabeth smirked as Thalia tried to catch her breath, breathing heavily as she tried to come down from her orgasmic high.
"Don't worry, Thals. Once I'm done with you, you'll be able to pleasure Percy almost as well as me."
"Wha- what?"
"We have a tight schedule to make you learn everything, Percy will be coming back in a week. Be ready to suck his cock once he comes back."
"What?"
"We will be tied up together as presents on his bed."
"Have I ever told you I love you, Annabeth?"
"Not as much as I love you."
"Not as much as either of us loves Percy/ Jackson."
They finished together.
AN: Hah, what do you think of the chapter? Do you want to see Artemis' 'quaint little adventure of her own, all surrounding another blonde similar to Annabeth' and Percy? Who do you think the blonde is?
Keep calm and CR7!! Keep calm and LM10!! (Messi)