AN: Disclaimer. I haven't ever seen WWE, nor do I want to. I just know there is a wrestler with this name, and I couldn't find a better alliteration for this chapter, so... yeah. Deal with it. There won't be any WWE references whatsoever.
Time: Next Day
"Yeah, just give me a sec," Percy spoke, leaning down to massage his calf muscles for a bit, stretching and warming up for the exciting spar that awaited him.
Damn, how many times had he sparred with Reyna already? The Roman had sworn that she would not stop fighting with him until she had finally managed to subdue him.
The day was... hot. Too hot, in fact, to go outside. Even the normally active Calypso, used to the heat, or Asteria, who was the fucking sun herself, refused to leave the comfort of their dark, air-conditioned bedrooms, that lined the innumerable posh corridors of the mansion.
The clear azure sky looked like a fresh pool of water in spring, all blue, with not a cloud in sight. No dark-bellied, rumbling clouds that heralded the rain, relief from the intolerable tropical heat. The sun was a deadly laser, its golden rays intense and punishing, driving out all signs of life from the environment. Too bright to look at without suffering permanent optical damage, one could only feel its endless heat stinging and burning one's red skin, roasting animals alive. The only animals that could be perceived were the occasional albatross, just a speck of white on the flat sea-green of the endless ocean that stretched as far as the eye could see in all directions. The blazing hot sands of the beach, hot enough to fry an egg inside its fucking shell, looked like molten gold, an endless expanse of gold lining the beach.
The wind had dropped, such impeccable timing, too, for the cool, normally perpetual seabreeze to abruptly disappear, making Percy curse and wonder if the wind deities were playing tricks on him. Not a leaf moved on the island's innumerable trees, the normally vibrant emerald foliage drooping from the heat, dull and discoloured thanks to the dust and sand coating them. The dancing palms stood still, listless in the stuffy September heat, their shade offering little protection from the sun. The pool felt like a stupid pan, the glistening water like hot, boiling oil, reflecting the sun in its slight ripples and waves. Out of the pan and into the fire, indeed, for the marble that lined the pool felt like burning stoves. The dining room where they could have had ice cream together, was deserted too, for someone, in all their brilliance, had forgotten to shut the blinds, letting the sun in through the glass door that spanned the entire wall.
Artemis was too tired to punch Asteria in the face for making them suffer, helped by the sun goddess' constant lamenting on how stupid she was, and how she should have toned down the heat several degrees. But what was done was done, and Asteria's rampaging, slaughtering chariot on autopilot could only be controlled when the goddess returned to set.
Mercury like beads of sweat dotted Percy's forehead, and he hadn't even begun the spar yet.
"Do we really need to do this?" Percy asked the ex-Roman Praetor, but his eyes were fixated on her sexy ass, his fingers itching to grope her firm butt through the thin black fabric of her yoga pants.
"Yes, Jackson. And stop complaining." Reyna snapped at the childish Dark god, her eyebrow twitching in annoyance as she felt his eyes never leave her behind.
Reyna knew she was hot. Mad hot, enough to make most males in Camp Jupiter try to hit on her, flirt with her, use futile pick-up lines, and try to be a gentleman to get into her pants. Despite the number of balls she had kicked, every day more would turn up at her door to try and court her.
Then came along this son of Neptune with amnesia. A man who thrashed each and every single legionnaire with both his hands tied behind his back, who crushed everyone equally ruthlessly and mercilessly. Even Reyna wasn't spared. The public humiliation he had handed to the Praetor in the arena, in front of the entire population of New Rome, could never be forgotten by the gorgeous girl.
But then, instead of gloating, he had helped her become better, while trying to pick up some spear skills himself. He teased her a lot, sure, but he was still the nicest man she had ever met. He flirted with her shamelessly, even going so far as to slap her butt or give teasing slashes while sparring, showing off his superior skills as he undressed her with his sword in the middle of a fight, all while not landing a single scratch on her lithe body. If this had been any other male, they would have been six feet underground, but Reyna could never bring herself to have any serious antagony against him.
In fact, she surprised herself by blushing and acting shy and flustered. She never lost composure. Only around him.
She remembered the jealousy as she watched him get close to Hazel, the relief when he said she was his little sister, and the utter heartbreak when he kissed Annabeth right in front of her.
She should have seen it coming from far away. Percy was never subtle about it.
Hell, he even said that the only memory he had was of a girl with blonde hair, and the best grey eyes. She should have known he was taken already, his heart only beat for a single girl, but she had clung desperately to her hope.
She remembered how her heart beat faster, louder, so loud she feared someone might hear her, her cheeks heating as blood rushed to her face. She was hiding behind a pillar, watching as Percy cleaned the abandoned temple of Neptune, which stood in ruins. She remembered something about coming to offer her help and getting close to him, but the moment she had seen his bare upper body, covered with slight beads of sweat as he worked, all her thoughts had turned to mush, all her intelligence fleeing her consciousness.
She remembered the pangs of jealousy that had coursed through her body when she was informed of Percy's few flings with the female legionnaires, but still, she soldiered on, knowing that those were just that, one night stands. She remembered the abject jealousy and hatred as she eavesdropped on a conversation between a few giggling daughters of Venus about his horsecock and how well he fucked.
She should have been happy when Annabeth died. She could have had Percy all to herself.
But seeing him so devastated, she couldn't help the tears that escaped her, as her heart bled for the anguished man in front of her.
And then, shit happened, and before she knew it, she was flashed away by some stupid Greek gods to serve as Percy's concubine in his harem on Ogygia, one of twenty girls. Twenty girls, which had grown to twenty-five. Talk of shitty luck.
Reyna blushed when she abruptly realized that her dark obsidian eyes had wandered over to Percy's form, blatantly ogling the dense, oblivious Dark god as he warmed up. Shooting a prayer to the gods for her luck, and praying that Percy wouldn't notice her, she continued to stare at his body, leaning down to pretend that she was warming up, too.
Percy stood lean and tall, his chiselled frame hidden as he leaned down, doing stretches, the air around him thick with a natural, fierce possessiveness that came to him as naturally as bloodlust to Mars, a feeling that sent shivers of arousal through any female fortunate enough to feel it.
His face, better than anything even Venus herself could have ever imagined, with sharp angles that sent shadows dancing across his skin, sharp enough to make even Reyna's cold heart bleed for him. A sharp, aristocratic nose that made him look like he had been painstakingly sculpted to perfection by every deity of love and beauty across the pantheon, led to beautiful, delicious-looking ruby lips that just begged to be kissed and sucked, high cheekbones completing his regal look that could make even Reyna self-conscious. His tanned, slightly scarred golden skin slightly glistened with sweat, a slight, sexy stubble darkening his chin and chiselled, perfect masculine jaw, making him look every part the enticing Dark god he was.
A single, silver fang shaped earring glinted on his earlobe, occasionally peeking out from behind his messy raven locks to blind unwary onlookers with its brilliance. The dark tattoos on his chest were put on full display, dark ink painting his entire upper body, tattoos running down the entire length of his arms, giving him a fierce, dark look.
He was shirtless, making Reyna's cheeks heat up even further as her blush deepened, making her want to fan her face. Instead, she resigned herself to tugging at her somewhat tight sports bra, feeling stifling hot underneath the tight fabric.
She subtly turned to the only mirror in the dojo, trying to make sure that her appearance was okay.
And as usual, Reyna looked perfect, well, as perfect as she could. Always the epitome of composure, she did not have even a single dark, silky strand of hair out of place on her head. Her long, dark hair was done in a simple yet elegant braid, with a few threads of Imperial Gold that glinted in the light, reaching till her waist. Her flawless, slightly darker than golden skin glistened with slight sweat, making her look like the Latina supermodels on the Internet. Dark, obsidian eyes shined with pride under perfect eyebrows, high cheekbones and an aristocratic nose similar to Percy's completing the look. Full, ruby lips were pressed in a thin line, as Reyna tried to hide the fact that she was chewing on her lower lip out of self-conscious nervousness.
Shivers of arousal ran through her spine as she remembered the searing, sizzling feeling of Percy's delicious lips on hers.
She was wearing a slightly revealing sports bra, and tight yoga pants, trying to tease Percy into taking her right on the dojo floor as she flaunted her sexy body, toned through years of harsh training.
Her somewhat small B-cup tits were hidden by the tight sports bra, making her look almost flat-chested. Reyna frowned at that, she was quite self-conscious of her small tits as compared to the other girls' voluptuous bodies. Her eyes were drawn from her cleavage, which she had caught Percy looking at a few times, to her slender, slightly muscular arms, with her golden skin glistening. Beneath the black sports bra, her flat, toned stomach had slight abs, that made her look like a 'sexy soldier' in Percy's lewd opinion, with prominent hip bones that he loved to hold on to whenever they were alone. Tight, and thin black yoga pants were the only layer hiding her bare skin from Percy's mischievous hands. Whatever points she might have lost on her chest, were more than made up for by Reyna's much lusted after thighs and 'super ass', on par with the Hunters, or even the sexy, perfect immortals on Percy's harem.
Her thick thighs, the perfect combination of fat and muscle, ground together as she tried to stave off the little flame of lustful arousal heating up her insides. She remembered Percy telling her that he wanted to thrust his big, thick cock between her juicy thighs, slick with lube and sweat as he thrust feverishly, claiming her thighs and ass for himself. That he wanted to cum all over her thighs and legs, painting her golden skin white, that he wanted to use her thighs as earmuffs, as pillows till the end of time.
This was back when Percy was just a few months into his stay at Camp Jupiter, back when he had been absolutely shameless... well, he was still shameless, but you get the idea. Reyna found that she did not mind his words.
Her cheeks tinging pink as she realised the lewd turn her thoughts had taken, Reyna returned to checking over every inch of her body. Perfect, round and firm buttcheeks hidden behind easily torn black cotton fabric, jiggling slightly with every step she took and accompanied by her cold demeanour made her own of the biggest cocktease at Camp Jupiter... not that anybody had had the guts to tell her that to her face, in fear of being kicked in the nuts... before, of course, Percy had come along. All the males that had lusted after her were the main reason why Reyna turned cold, and always hid herself underneath a purple toga and baggy robes that covered her body entirely.
In the end, it all came back to the same person. Percy fucking Jackson.
"You do remember the rules, right, Jackson?" She asked, picking up her Imperial Gold spear and shield.
"No powers," Her obsidian eyes briefly flicked at the Celestial Bronze bracelet Percy was wearing, which rendered him as weak as a regular mortal. "And no groping or shredding of clothes in the middle of a spar."
"Alright, Ra-Ra! Let's see, does the Roman finally reign?" Percy teased.
She gritted her teeth in response.
"Don't call me Ra-Ra!" She snapped at the annoying man child, all the while her mind was whirling, trying to come up with possible strategies and techniques.
Since Percy could no longer access any of his powers as a god or even demigod, Reyna should have had the advantage in terms of strength and speed, being the daughter of a Roman war goddess, Bellona. Keyword, should.
Reyna was, by no means, delusional. She knew that Percy was still by far, much stronger and faster than her. It was again a battle of stamina and strategy, the will of the Dark god against the Roman Praetor.
Percy raised his fists, wrapped with magical rags to prevent any serious damage to his wrists, his bare feet wrapped with the same. He sort of liked the street warrior look it gave him.
Reyna raised her shield in response, her spear close at her side, tense and ready to react to anything.
Percy let out a soft breath, tensing his muscles in preparation for a sprint.
The minute movement did not go unnoticed, however, as Reyna's eyes flicked down to his feet.
He felt a grin curl his lips. Just what he wanted.
Using her brief moment of distraction, he sprinted towards her, surprising the daughter of Bellona. He only had to get a firm hold on her spear, that was the difficult part. The rest was easy.
And it seemed that Reyna knew it, too, as she pulled back her spear quickly, turning her shield towards him as soon as she got over her surprise, quite quickly.
Percy reacted equally fast, changing direction mid-sprint to turn around her shield and get to her spear.
Reyna shifted again, turning carefully to keep her shield in Percy's direction. However, she didn't have enough time to brace herself after the turn, as Percy was right upon her the next moment.
The Dark god didn't stop this time, as he delivered a roundhouse to her shield, hooking his foot behind her shield. Displaying enormous strength, he used his other leg to jump off while pulling her shield with his foot, off-balancing her as he flipped acrobatically over her head. Reyna stumbled, and was almost sent crashing to the ground as he planted both feet on her back in another swift kick, using her as a platform as he landed gracefully on the ground.
Reyna used her spear as a pole vault, jamming its tip on the ground and letting out a short grunt as she twisted around her spear shaft, regaining balance and pulling it out of the ground in a single graceful movement, so that she was facing Percy again.
The Dark god crouched low like a tiger waiting to pounce, slowly edging around her.
Both of them knew it was a game of stamina and endurance, as Reyna tried to keep away from Percy's fists and feet, using her spear's reach to her advantage.
She delivered a series of swift jabs and swipes, always careful not to let Percy grab a hold of her spear shaft.
It was so unfair, she decided.
Percy could switch between fast and agile attacks, utilizing martial arts and twisting his flexible body like a Hunter, and the next moment, he would be using his unparalleled brute strength, standing his ground firm and utilizing blind swings and punches that could crunch bone and shatter shields. On top of that, he had his overpowered godly abilities.
The Dark god rolled to avoid another jab she had delivered, lunging towards her as soon as he landed on his feet.
Reyna jumped back, immediately tucking her spear back in, hiding her liability as she faced him again with her shield.
This time, Percy switched tactics again as he landed a brutal blow on her shield. A resounding metallic sound rang out, as Reyna gritted her teeth, feeling her arm shiver and groan, numb under the blow of his hit.
Before she could recover, Percy had gone on the offensive, giving up his quest for definite victory to take a riskier path.
His hand wrenched her shield aside, not letting Reyna let go and forcing her to turn so that she had her back against him. His other hand caught her spear, and he moved in right behind her. His taller body dominating her shorter frame, Percy moved close behind the ex-Praetor, so that her head nestled against the crook of his neck, and he could feel her sexy ass rubbing against his clothed crotch.
His one hand wrapped around her torso, forcing her to drop her shield and pinning her arm to her side as he used his grip on her spear to press the Imperial Gold shaft against her slender neck.
He blew into her ear, enjoying the shivers that ran down her body, and the goosebumps that sprang up her flawless, golden skin.
Perhaps he would have won then, but the feeling of her super sexy ass rubbing against his crotch through the thin black fabric of her yoga pants was too hard to resist.
Letting go of his grip on her arm, he smacked her sexy, firm ass hard, enjoying the feeling of her firm, toned flesh and the surprised yelp she gave, before she elbowed him hard in the ribs, forcing him to jump away.
"Damn, that hurt!" Percy groaned, but couldn't quite keep away the grin tugging at his lips as he looked at Reyna's red face and infuriated expression.
"I said, no groping!" She snapped at him, an angry vein popping on her forehead.
"Hey, hey, chill! I did not 'grope'. I spanked your ass. There is a difference. Groping makes you moan, spanking makes you make that cute little sound you made." He teased her, wearing his best charming expression.
"You're going down, Jackson!" Reyna roared, slamming her foot into her shield to send the curved piece of metal flying into her hand. She absentmindedly noted that the metal was now rubbing uncomfortably against her arm, a new thing. The bloody bastard had dented the godly metal with a single punch.
A frightened shiver ran down Reyna's spine as she charged at Percy, realizing too late that he had dented the godly metal with a punch thrown at his mortal strength.
She swiped at his feet, making Percy jump back to dodge, before jabbing quickly at the unbalanced god.
Damn.
He balanced carefully on one foot, leaning backwards at a ninety-degree angle with the ground to allow her spear to soar through empty air. His other leg immediately kicked her spear, making Reyna stumble. This time, she would have fallen too, if Percy hadn't gotten a hold of her spear shaft, using it to pull himself up.
She had gotten sloppy. Her annoyance blinding her, the aroused tingling in her clit at being spanked by the Dark god distracting her, she had messed up. She had expected Percy to hold his ground, perhaps gripping her spear, and allowing her to bash him with her shield. Now, in her position, the only thing holding her up being Percy's iron grip on her spear shaft and her shield jammed into the ground, she had nothing to defend herself with as the Dark god smoothly stood back up.
She had momentarily lapsed, thinking of him as a common enemy, forgetting his ability to shift between styles and only remembering his strength, and mistakenly thinking he would block instead of dodging. The Dark god never blocked if he could afford it.
Reyna sighed. Today was not her day to win. Perhaps that day would never come.
"Alright, you win. Again. What a surprise." She stated in a bland voice, glaring daggers at the stupidly grinning Percy. Oh, how she itched to wipe that smug smirk off his annoyingly hot face!
"Great! Then, do I get my reward?" He asked, not dropping the grin a bit.
"What reward?!" She snapped, irritated. "Wasn't slapping my ass enough of a reward?"
"Oh, trust me, Praetor, it wasn't." He grinned, snapping off his power cancelling bracelet as he stepped into Reyna's personal space. "Far from it, in fact. It just whetted my appetite. I think your juicy ass is on my menu today."
Her furious blush kicked up a few notches, painting her entire face red as Reyna blushed through her golden skin at an alarming rate. Despite the blush creeping down her neck and tinging her ears red, she never relented her furious glare at the smirking Dark god, her lips pressed into a thin line to express her dissatisfaction as she tried to make him vaporize on the spot through sheer will alone.
"I'll chop off your-"
She could not finish the much-stereotyped threat, however, as Percy pressed his lips to hers, obliterating any and all thoughts of impending doom, as her mind turned to mush, revolving only around the exotic pair of lips pressed against hers.
"Mm..." Reyna could not stifle the moan that escaped her lips as Percy continued to kiss her, wrapping his strong arms around her body and pulling her into his chest. Her sweat slickened body slid against his bare, sweaty torso with ease, as their lips moved in sync with each other. His glistening, slightly scarred skin felt smooth and warm against hers, making Reyna shiver and moan in need.
His strong arms pressed her against his chest, and Reyna reciprocated, wrapping her arms around his neck as her thighs wrapped around his waist, pulling him as close to her as humanly possible. She continued to kiss him eagerly, trying to put all the skills she knew to the test as she tried to convey the raging sea of raw emotions she felt coursing through her mind. His musky, sweaty masculine scent in her nostrils made her feel lightheaded, drunk and intoxicated, addicted to Percy.
Using the rough map of Percy's sensitive spots that she had, courtesy of the few sweet kisses she had stolen during his stay at Camp Jupiter, Reyna endeavoured to give him something that he would most definitely miss.
Perhaps, it was her way of getting back at him.
When the need to breathe became too hard to ignore, the young couple broke apart, staring into each other's eyes.
Reyna's obsidian eyes, glistening with emotion as she continued to gaze into Percy's dark, sea-green eyes. Her eyes flicked down to Percy's wet lips, making her unconsciously lick her swollen lips, trying to burn his taste permanently into her brain as she continued staring at his lips hungrily.
Neither seemed to notice that they had not let go of each other, still holding their sweaty, warm bodies close to each other.
"I want to taste your lips again. And again. And again. Everyday for the rest of my life." The semi-immortal Praetor stated breathlessly, ignoring the blood rushing to her inflamed cheeks.
"What-"
Percy's words were cut off as Reyna kissed him again, hungrily devouring his lips.
Perhaps the Roman did reign, after all.
AN: Uggghhhh. This story is stretching out too far and too long. This is only Reyna, there are many more to come... Dammmmnnn. I'm not even writing much by this point. Heck, since chapter 30 it has only been fluff and smut! Then, why is it being soooo loooong. It is longer than Percy's dick, ffs! (Lol)
Also, I decided to change how I signed off.
Keep calm and headbang!