Chapter 1
My peaceful life as a demigod ended with a wet dream.
You know, it's only after putting it down on paper that I realize how ridiculous that sounds. Percy told me that all stories need a compelling hook, something to suck the reader in instantly and want to read more. I'm not sure how much of that advice is him, and how much of that is him parroting what the fancy pants writer who edited his stories told him. In any case, you now know what to expect if you continue reading.
Peaceful is not the term I would use to describe being a demigod. If you know, you know. Stressful, dangerous, and harrowing, are much better descriptors of the mess of a life we lead. I mean, I was a veteran of two wars by the time I turned 18. But compared to the War of Manhattan, and the cataclysmic Second Gigantomachy, a life-threatening quest every so often was like a trip to the grocery store by demigod standards. In the few months after Gaea went to sleep, after the partying and the celebration had petered out, the lull in monster attacks had instilled a false sense of security into everyone at Camp Half-Blood. Surely there couldn't be a third war, right? We had defeated the primordial goddess of the Earth, what could possibly come next? As if thinking about the possibility had willed it into existence, we would discover that like comedy, tragedy often came in threes.
This might be belated, but welcome to Greek Mythos: The Monsterpedia! I am the one and only, unwilling author of this abomination of a book because Athena could not stand that her future son-in-law's book was lauded as the foremost authority about the gods and monsters. For some more context, let me introduce myself. The name's Xavier Holmes, son of Athena. I'm a three-year full-time camper at Camp Half-Blood, where more often than not you'll find me sparring, or playing volleyball. I have a family in Jersey, consisting of my dad, Ethan Holmes, my stepmom, Hannah Wilson, and an older stepsister, Sophia Wilson. But due to an incident, I haven't seen them since I ran away to camp.
Now you may be wondering, why am I suddenly giving you my autobiography? Well, first of all, I'm taking a leaf from Percy's book and writing down everything to help me organize and process it. Secondly, if I lose my memories, and I'm trying to figure out who I am (which happens more often than you think), I'm hoping that having these extra details might help me figure out who I am again. Lastly, I'm writing this as a precaution, because I'm not sure if I can finish writing this book. In the case of sudden and painful death, Greek Mythos might be the only record that I ever existed. So to the next poor sap who's saddled with this book... maybe you'll be the one to finish. I'm recording all of myself here so that you can learn from my thoughts, my feelings, and my mistakes, and do better. Greek Mythos: The Monsterpedia is the comprehensive guide to the creatures and deities in our world, or so the marketing pitch goes. The first-hand accounts of my encounters, uncensored and unfiltered, will be preserved here as both a record of my adventures and as a way for me to possibly regain my memories in case I ever decide to go for a dip in the Lethe.
If you're still reading this, let me just warn you. There will likely be some disturbing content here, Athena means it when she wants comprehensive knowledge. Things might get a little more explicit or graphic than you're used to. If you can't stomach it, don't worry, everyone has their own limit. Skip the chapter, treat it like fiction, whatever helps you sleep at night. If you think that you know what it's like to be a demigod from Percy's series, I have bad news for you. I've seen Percy's original draft of his story, (let me know if you want me to leak it), and it's been censored to the Underworld and back. So for you brave ones, or reckless ones, or simply just the curious ones... I hope you enjoy the ride.
So, wet dreams. I remember learning about them in school in the fifth grade. There was a fair bit of giggling in health class as we broached that topic. Apparently, it's common for mortals to have dreams so vivid and exciting that they ejaculate while asleep. I remember my exact thoughts as the teacher tried to ignore the sniggering and continue on with the material. The first of which was that fifth grade seemed a little early to be learning about this stuff, but the second of which was a feeling of emptiness. I couldn't relate. I had never had a dream before, and while I understood what they were in theory, that was all it was, theory. When I asked my friends about what dreams were like, they looked at me strangely. When I told them I had never dreamt before, they always replied, "That's impossible, you probably just don't remember your dreams". "Yeah, you're probably right", I would say, trying to laugh it off, but that just left me with even more questions. I have an eidetic memory, wouldn't that apply to my dreams as well?
So why exactly am I making such a big deal about a wet dream? Well, it's because what would be a normal albeit inconvenient event for a healthy teenager was altogether a different beast for a demigod. You see, we don't get dreams for no reason. Call it prophecy, premonition, or whatever else you like, due to our godly parentage, our dreams always have some sort of meaning. When I learned that I was a demigod, my lack of dreams suddenly started to make sense. Annabeth described it as "No news is good news". Percy once mentioned in passing that he dreamt often for a demigod, but refused to elaborate further. After reading some of his stories, I could understand why he would rather not talk about them much.
What was stumping me was that the wet dreams came not just once or twice, but for 7 days in a fucking row. Technically they couldn't even be classified as wet dreams, because they would blue-ball me at the very last second, leaving me to do an awkward shuffle into the bathroom. I could excuse a one-time occurrence as a fluke, or perhaps a prank set up by the Hypnos cabin or Aphrodite cabin, but by the 4th night, I was getting agitated. After an entire life of dreamless sleep, having a week of dreams was certainly a sign. But of what? As far as I knew, no one in Camp Half-Blood had ever had a dream every night for 7 days, let alone all of them being wet dreams. Though I suppose they wouldn't admit to that fact even if they had. Traditionally, a dream was to be shared with Chiron as soon as possible, to try and glean information that could prove useful to questing demigods, or as messages from the gods. However, my dreams, due to them being more... personal in nature, made me hesitate to bring them up to Chiron. Another route I half considered was to ask Clovis, head counselor of the Hypnos cabin, to do some dream interpretation. But as I simulated the conversation in my head over and over again, the more I was convincing myself that dumping all of this on the poor guy was probably sexual harassment.
I lay on my bottom bunk, lost in thought, absently twirling a mechanical pencil in my hands. Tonight had been the 7th, and I knew I should do something. After weighing the options, I convinced myself that going to Chiron was the right call. In my mind, I ran through variations of how the conversation would go, but it always ended with having some version of "The Talk" with him or being branded a massive pervert. I let out a sigh, as conversation 133 had Chiron wrestling me to the ground and placing a straitjacket on me to prevent me from corrupting the other campers. A thin sliver of Apollo's chariot filtered into the dark interior of Cabin 6, signaling that I had been awake for hours. I was functioning on too little sleep to think about how to break the news, and it was obviously affecting my ability to think straight so I rolled over to my side, uncomfortably aware of my erection, and tried not to remember what I had just dreamt about. Of course, that was all I could think about.
*Break*
The jungle was hot and humid, clinging to my skin as I hurtled my way through the underbrush. Behind me, I could hear foliage smacked aside and the pounding of something following... no, hunting me. The sparse light penetrating the canopy was just barely enough for me to make out a path between the foliage. Jumping over a long gnarled root in my way, I continued to pump my arms. I dared not look back, knowing that even a split-second shift in concentration could be the end. I zipped back and forth, trying to lose my pursuer while also not losing my footing on the uneven and densely packed jungle floor. Despite the burning in my limbs, and the blood taste in my mouth, whatever was chasing me did not seem to relent, in fact, it was gaining on me.
My eyes darted from side to side, looking for anything that could become the start of an escape. Vibrant flowers passed my vision, a swarm of insects, and then suddenly, a sturdy branch, low enough to grab hold of. I changed direction quickly, heading for the branch. With any luck, whatever was pursuing me was a terrible climber, and I could scramble up and take a quick breather. As I leaped for the branch, I was suddenly tackled from behind. The floor became sky as I tumbled through the air, entangled with a large beast of some sort. The force of the tackle rolled us head over heels until we came to a stop, my back against the ground.
My vision swam, as I fought to stay conscious, and as the blurry details slowly formed back into coherent images I finally found myself staring down... a tiger. As my eyes widened in recognition, I tried to squirm free from its grasp, but a heavy paw pinned down each of my arms. Even with my demigod strength, I was held firmly in place by 300 pounds of solid, muscular, feline. The tiger seemed amused, content to let me struggle a bit before going in for the kill, fangs bared. Time slowed, the gaping maw of the predator inching closer and closer to my throat, I closed my eyes, ready for the nightmare to end.
A hot tongue traced its way up from my jugular to the side of my face, eliciting a shiver throughout my body. I opened my eyes in surprise. The heavy paws pinning my arms were gone, instead, slender arms held my wrists in an iron grip. My eyes traveled along to the owner of said arms and was immediately captivated by the deep cleavage being presented before me. The woman currently straddling me had a wild look to her. Her dark, shoulder-length hair was matted with dirt and twigs, framing her hazelnut visage. Her golden irises, complete with feline pupils looked down smugly on me, complete with a predatory grin on her face. She wore only a thin band of tiger skin wrapped around her chest, accentuating their size and firmness while leaving little to the imagination. Dragging my eyes off her breasts, I lowered my gaze to her chiseled abdomen. Her six-pack was marred with scars, reminders of past battles, or perhaps, previous prey, and they were prominent, with not an ounce of extra fat. She seemed to enjoy the fact that I was checking her out and allowed me to do so before a quick swipe of her hands shredded my clothing. I flinched as my clothes parted underneath her sharp nails. I glanced down, assessing the damage when I started to feel a warmth spreading from my groin. The tigress' slick nether lips were splayed out against the underside of my member, drenching me in her juices. Her hips rolled slowly on me, savoring her dominance.
"Don't you know that tigers love to chase their prey?" Her voice was husky, dripping with arousal. I opened my mouth to speak, but the words died in my throat as she leaned forward, smothering me in her tit-flesh.
"No no no, no talking little mouse. Just stay still, and let me eat you," her hot whisper tickled my ear. She started to nibble my ear, the lewd sounds echoing into my brain. I felt my heart quicken. Below, she was teasing the tip of my shaft, her sweltering hot honeypot kissing the tip over and over, promising sweet relief one moment but delivering torturous denial the next. I mauled her tits with my mouth, savoring her taste. Capturing a nipple, I traced circles around it with my tongue before kissing the hardened nub, drawing a delighted gasp from the huntress.
"I've never met a mouse so eager to be devoured," she purred, reluctantly pulling her boobs away. "You're giving me quite the appetite... but now, it's time to enjoy my meal!"
The tigress maneuvered her hips expertly, enveloping the tip of my throbbing cock. Her silky walls clenched around the intrusion, greedily welcoming it inside. She continued, shimmying down my length, forcing me to sample every slick fold inside her moist canal. A brief pause ensued as I bottomed out inside her pussy, giving us time to acclimate to each other. The sexy huntress let out a contented purr, the vibrations reverberating throughout her entire body, sending waves of pleasure shooting through my shaft as I was squeezed by her vibrating walls.
"So deep... and so delicious..." The wild woman's eyes fluttered as she adjusted herself, the sheer lust oozing from her moans was making me even harder. I leaned forward, trying to suckle again on her tits only to have my body slammed down against the ground. I looked up, surprised by her sudden strength and I was taken aback by the primal ferocity of her gaze. What had started out as a playful and teasing look was now completely replaced with unrestrained lust blazing behind her almost feral eyes. She was panting heavily, and even in my pleasure-drunk state, I could read her intentions clearly. I was a piece of meat, and about to be used as such. The anticipation was turning me on immensely, and I could feel myself getting bigger inside her until I was snugly pressed against her velvet walls.
Lewd squelching and the clapping of flesh drowned out the ambient sounds around us as the queen of the jungle rode me. I watched, mesmerized as she used my rigid member to impale herself over and over. I could only gasp and moan as her pleasurable pussy constricted around my cock, massaging it from tip to base. Her long and deep strokes sent tingles of electricity up my spine, making my mind blank as each one drew me closer and closer to orgasm. Her breasts jiggled tantalizingly in front of my face, just begging for me to fondle them. But the huntress' grip on my arms was almost as tight as her sugary sweet slit around my hardness.
"Aww, trying to escape? You amuse me little mouse, but there is no escaping from my pussy" she chuckled to herself. It was clear that this was not just about physical pleasure for her; but dominance over her prey. Despite her fierce countenance, there was an undeniable playfulness in her eyes as she slammed her hips roughly into mine.
I could see my storm-gray eyes reflected off the tigress' golden pupils as her gaze bore into me. It was a challenge, daring me to match her intensity as she rode me harder and faster. With every bump and grind, our skin slapped together, creating erotic sounds that echoed through the jungle. The tigress's breath grew heavier, her hips bucking wildly against mine in a primal display of desire.
She leaned forward, pressing her boobs against my chest. I felt her hot breath on my neck as she nibbled and sucked on the flesh. She left mark after mark, making a trail of hickeys before finally locking onto my lips. She wasn't so much kissing me as she was mauling my face, not caring if I was reciprocating or not. I felt her tongue trace my lips, asking, demanding to be let in. I let out a groan as she pressed her sweaty body against mine, no longer fucking me slow and deep, but rather twerking her ass quickly, jamming my sensitive cockhead against the entrance of her womb. Taking advantage of my weakness, she snaked her tongue in, hunting for mine. Her tongue was rough, though not unpleasantly so, and wrapped around mine invitingly, coaxing it out of my mouth. I tasted her sweet saliva as she guided me into her mouth, sucking on my tongue like candy.
Even with the benefits of my demigod stamina, I was rapidly approaching my limit. Luckily, the lusty tigress seemed ready to burst, the way her tight, wet, twat was convulsing around my member revealing how close she was. Her purring was reaching a crescendo, vibrating both of our bodies as we reveled in carnal bliss. Relinquishing my tongue from her mouth, the sultry temptress gave me a Cheshire cat grin before throwing her head back, a keening howl erupting from her as she came. The horny huntress shuddered and bucked as she reached her climax, her cunt had an irresistible stranglehold on my pent-up shaft. I gritted my teeth, feeling my balls tighten as I prepared to spew my sticky load inside. Quick as a flash, I felt something furry wrap around the base of my cock, stopping my release.
"What the...!" I grimaced, noticing her striped tail had coiled itself around me, choking off my orgasm. As she came down from her high, the tigress slowly unmounted me, my cock slipping out of her tunnel with a slurp. Our juices had pooled around my thighs, a sticky reminder of our lust.
"Not fair!" I groaned, the sudden lack of pleasure meant I was right at the precipice but not quite there yet.
"As if I would let a little mouse breed me!" she seemed almost insulted that I thought I would be allowed to cum. She stretched languidly like a house cat, backing her firm ass into the air. I felt her breasts graze the tip of my still turgid shaft. She looked down and licked her lips before continuing, "Although, this meat stick was quite filling... I think I've found a new favorite snack..."
I scarcely noticed as the huntress released my hands, and reversed her position on top of me. I was too focused on her soft tail caressing my shaft. Every little movement teased me right to the edge before cooling off abruptly. By the time I was able to focus on anything other than my impending release, my assailant was already lounging across my torso, our bodies sticking together. Her head rested on my left shoulder, close enough for me to get another good look at her piercing golden irises. My hands were guided by hers, and cupped around her generous chest, the hardened nipples poking my palms. Her back was arched, perfectly aligning her slit with my cock.
"What's the matter, cat got your tongue?" she smirked and hissed as my fingers pinched her nipples.
"No, she has my balls" I managed to quip. She seemed amused by that, and I felt her tail lose its stranglehold on my shaft. As soon as I was freed, I was instantly plunged back into her hot cunt.
Unlike our frenzied and feral fucking from before, she was taking it slow this time. She swirled her hips, making each stroke jam my tip into a different part of her folds. I gazed at the point we were connected, seeing her firm and elastic ass press itself against my hips before rising back up, almost in a trance. The tigress turned my face towards her, our foreheads touching until we were just staring deep into each other's eyes. I could feel our breaths start to sync, becoming more in tune with each other's bodies as we continued to revel in our carnal desires.
The tigress's lustful moans filled the air as she continued her deep and sensual ride upon me, each thrust sending waves of pleasure coursing through my veins. Her lithe body glistened with sweat under the sparse beams of light penetrating the canopy above, every curve and ripple moving in perfect rhythm with the grinding of our hips.
However, despite the slow pace, since I had not been allowed to cum yet, I felt myself reaching my limit much faster than before. My breathing was turning ragged as the huntress' unrelenting pussy was milking me for all I was worth.
"What's the matter, too much stimulation for the little mouse?" there was that Cheshire cat smile again, she already knew the answer. In response, I tweaked her nipples, hard. Her eyes widened in surprise, before starting to purr. My right hand snaked down her toned tummy, finding the swollen bean of her clit and giving it the attention I had been showing her pert nipples. Her hips slowed for a moment, savoring my touch, before continuing to devour my shaft.
As much as I tried to go faster, the huntress would not allow me to rush her. Her snug and slippery insides were like a second skin, wrapping themselves around me with every movement of our bodies. I was content just to grope her with my left hand, squeezing her breast, and relishing in the feeling of how our skin was sticking together. Her nipples were like tiny pebbles against my palm, hard and pointy, giving away just how sensitive they were. My right hand poked and prodded at her most sensitive spot, knowing that this was my best chance at finishing.
With her unsteady strokes betraying how close she was, the wild woman finally arched her back even further, shaking violently. Her spasms traveled down to her core, making her shake with pleasure. I took her momentary bliss to shift my hands to her hips, readying to take the final stroke to ecstasy when -
*Break*
A splitting pain shot up my right shoulder as I fell off my bunk. The resulting thud was loud enough that a bunch of my siblings jolted upright immediately, weapons drawn. Even though I was on the lower bunk, the shock of the fall still brought me out of my memory. I quickly adjusted myself so that my erection wasn't so prominent in my pajamas as some of my fellow cabin mates approached to ask if I was ok. After clarifying that we were not in fact, under attack, and helping me up, the rest of the cabin shuffled around sleepily as they prepped for breakfast, I tried to slip through the crowd towards the bathrooms. However, the breakfast bell started to ring, and the resulting tide of people swept me out with them so I had no choice but to head to breakfast with the rest of my siblings.
Quick tip, in case you didn't know, if you ever need to get rid of an erection quickly, just flex your muscles a bunch. As we neared the dining pavilion, I flexed my right arm repeatedly until I had calmed down enough to sit down. Meal times were not to be missed under any circumstances, not only was there a penalty given to Chiron for not being at the expected place at the expected time, but missing out on the insanely good food was already enough of a punishment. I looked down the table, as each camper's golden plates started to spawn food out of thin air, their cups filling with orange juice, milk, or whatever non-alcoholic drink the imbibers desired. There were barely any restrictions on food, if you could imagine it, you could eat it. Not wasting any time myself, I imagined a huge omelet stuffed with tomatoes, mushrooms, spinach, sausage, and bacon, along with assorted fruits on the side. My thoughts manifested themselves onto the golden plate, the omelet covered more than half the surface area, dripping with freshly melted cheese, and the fruits were mouthwatering jewels on the side. I carefully lifted the laden plate and got in the line for the offering flame. I dutifully portioned off a part of my omelet and fruits into the fire, able to smell the offerings of all the campers ahead of me blending together in an intoxicating aroma.
Breakfast conversation started out sparse, but rapidly grew in volume as more cabins filtered into the pavilion. I didn't participate, mostly just listening to my siblings chatter with each other as I reflected on my dream last night. It had been the first time that I considered my eidetic memory a pain. Now, an eidetic memory, or more commonly referred to as a photographic memory, was not something special, at least not for children of Athena. But unfortunately, the answer to my question earlier of whether or not my memory extended to that of dreams was that it did. This was how I was able to so accurately recall my dream from last night, and of course meant that I certainly remembered the dreams of the previous six nights as well, all too vividly.
"Happy Birthday Sherlock!" Katie Gardener's tight hug snapped me out of my train of thought, and I sat there blinking for a moment before returning the hug. A couple of nearby demigods that heard her wished me happy birthday as well. Katie was dressed in her usual attire, which were perpetually muddy jeans, and her camp shirt tied in a knot in the back so that her toned midriff was exposed. I noticed that her shampoo smelled like citrus.
"Thanks, Kit-Kat, I didn't even realize," I said with a smile.
"What do you mean you didn't realize? You're turning 18! That's a big deal!" With how excited my girlfriend was, you would have thought it was her birthday and not mine. The campers nearby cheered loudly at the news. It wasn't often that a demigod lived long enough to become an adult. The demigoddess unwrapped her arms around me, and I adjusted myself so that she had a spot on my lap. Technically we weren't allowed to sit at another cabin's table, but she was also technically on my lap and not the bench.
"Did you get him anything for his birthday?" Malcolm asked.
"Unfortunately, no, I'm just here to tell you that just because it's your birthday doesn't mean you get to skip out on strawberry picking with me" Katie emphasized the word you by poking me on the cheek and then grabbing some grapes off of my plate.
"Hey, those are mine!" I said in mock protest, Katie shrugged and popped a few into her mouth before feeding me the last one and giving me a wink.
"I wouldn't dare dream of missing out on mandatory manual labor with my girlfriend," I continued sarcastically. The daughter of Demeter gave a flirty grin and playfully slapped me on the shoulder before leaving to go sit at her assigned table.
I had strawberry picking right after breakfast and so my good mood followed me as I headed towards the shed that housed the tools we used along with Katie. Even as I walked alongside her, holding her hand, I couldn't help but stare at her. The daughter of Demeter was an absolute bombshell. Although she had a fit and athletic build from working out in the fields all day, she was undeniably curvy. Her usual style of dress emphasized her hourglass figure, the flared hips, the toned stomach, and her voluptuous chest. She wore her raven hair shoulder length, although it was touched by a hint of bronze from being bleached by the rays of the sun, and it bounced playfully as she skipped in front of me. Her eyes were the color of the golden-brown leaves of a tree in autumn, framed by long lashes. Katie noticed me checking her out, and out of habit, I looked away. She squeezed my hand, inviting me to keep looking, and I was met with her smile, which crinkled the beauty mark that graced the right corner of her lips.
Katie and I had started dating about a month ago, but I had been interested in her long before that. During the Battle of Manhattan, I had been dispatched as reinforcements to the Brooklyn-Battery tunnel. I witnessed first-hand the power of the Demeter cabin as their plants choked off the tunnels. I had shoved Katie out of the way of a low-flying dragon and ended up getting snatched up in its talons. The head counselor had personally wrangled the dragon to the ground by summoning massive vines to wrap around it, and then had conjured a soft bed of moss as I fell almost 4 stories. I was able to sit up in time to watch as the dragon was dragged into the earth, burying it alive, and I knew that I was smitten.
A few months later, I had finally worked up the courage to act on my crush, but rumors had been floating about that she was dating Travis Stoll, so I decided to respect their relationship. Between that and the aftermath of the Titan war, then the sudden second prophecy, I didn't have any time to pursue a relationship. It was lucky for me that Travis and Katie didn't work out, as they had broken up after only 2 weeks. Katie acted like everything was fine, but there was a sudden surplus of strawberries after the breakup. Ironically, even though I was the one with a crush, Katie had been the one to ask me out, although it was mostly out of obligation, I'll tell that story another time.
When we neared the storage shed, Katie took my hand and skipped to the far side of the worn structure, so that we were on the side farthest away from the Big House, and also the farthest away from any prying eyes. I allowed her to lead me, already knowing what to expect but still pleasantly surprised as my girlfriend grabbed my shirt and pushed me against the wall. Katie's lips pressed against mine firmly and insistently, and I reciprocated. The smell of her shampoo washed over me as our lips interlocked.
"You don't know how hard it was to not kiss you during breakfast," she said, barely withdrawing enough to get the words out before kissing me again. I let the hungry demigoddess take the lead as my hands caressed her shoulders and dropped down to her back.
"Well I appreciate you taking into my feelings of public displays of affection," I said when I was finally allowed some air. We continued making out for a little longer, my hand at her back, pressing her curves against me and feeling as our lust grew stronger.
Katie then started unceremoniously removing my shirt.
"Hey wait! What if someone sees us?" I protested, lifting my arms.
"Don't worry, no one else is on the schedule to come here today, I made sure of that." The horny demigoddess tossed my camp shirt on the ground. One of the perks of dating the head counselor of Demeter's cabin was that she made all the schedules. The downside was that I was not getting any preferential treatment, as she valued hard work.
As my girlfriend tossed my shirt to the side, her eyes widened in surprise, and I felt her hand gingerly touch the scar running across my torso.
"It's still here?" she murmured, tracing the scar she had left on my chest. "Have you tried nectar and ambrosia yet?"
She was referring to the large scar that ran diagonally from my right shoulder to my left hip. It had been a little souvenir from the incident that led to us dating. It had not healed evenly despite the wound not having been very deep in the first place, so it was slightly raised compared to the rest of the skin. The strange thing was that I did try nectar and ambrosia, and although the sustenance for the gods typically healed most injuries without a trace, it wouldn't do the same for my scar. Both Chiron and the Apollo campers had been stumped.
"I was going to, but it looks kind of badass, plus I think it adds a lot of character," I said, puffing out my chest a little. Katie shook her head, but the smile was back.
*Break*
"You know I think I've waited long enough for this", Katie slowly sank to her knees in front of me, her face close to my shorts. Her hands ghosted down my body, avoiding my crotch for a moment before doubling back and pressing the fabric down so she could make out the outline of my cock.
"Ooh, you're already hard, I guess I wasn't the only one waiting for this, was I?"
I shrugged in response, but my girlfriend's attention was focused elsewhere. I watched as she quickly undid my buttons and freed my cock. She gazed at it approvingly before licking it from the base to the tip. My knees threatened to buckle right then and there. The feeling of Katie's tongue was sending electrical tingles straight up into my spine. Her light green eyes shone with pride as she witnessed my reaction, and continued to hold eye contact as her lips sealed around my throbbing shaft.
Katie moved her mouth aggressively around my cock, her tongue swirling and licking the underside as she sucked on my member with fervor. Even though there was no one around, the obscene sounds that were coming from the demigoddess coveting my shaft made me look around nervously. She was devouring me as if I were the most delicious meal she had ever had, and it was all I could do to stay standing. I wanted to last longer, but I was still quite riled up from my dream, and I warned the daughter of Demeter about my impending release.
"Give it to me, I want to taste it." she purred, popping me out of her mouth for a moment, then licking along the side before welcoming me back inside her hot mouth. The sexy counselor continued her steady pace, eyes locked on to mine, watching as she brought me closer and closer to Elysium. I grunted as I came, spewing my creamy seed directly into Katie's waiting mouth. She suckled on the tip, while her hand slowly slid up and down the rest of my shaft, milking it out. I braced myself against the shed, the orgasm had left my legs feeling weak and I needed the support. I watched as Katie swirled my cum in her mouth before swallowing it all.
"Wow, I was not expecting this, you taste really good, it's almost like nectar" she observed.
"Um, thanks?" I felt a little confused, not sure if she was being literal or just being nice.
"It's a compliment" Just being nice then.
I looked down as I felt strength return to my legs. Despite having already had a powerful orgasm, it seemed like I was still ready to go, as my cock had stiffened again in response to seeing Katie drink my cum.
"Happy Birthday darling, come get your present" my girlfriend's voice attracted my attention, and I was treated to the sight of her with her hands braced against the shed, making sultry bedroom eyes at me. Her jeans were pulled down around her ankles and she was bent over enough to give me a glimpse of her drenched pussy.
"You little minx, how did I resist you for so long?" I growled as I pounced on her.
Katie was already incredibly wet, and as I positioned myself behind her, I slipped in easily. At first, I moved slowly, savoring how eagerly her tight, hot, honeypot squeezed me. She moaned as she felt my length spread her moist tunnel, then cursed as I bottomed out as deep as I could go. I paused for a moment, which made Katie look back at me imploringly, wiggling her hips impatiently. I felt as she suddenly tightened as I grasped her waist firmly before setting a rapid pace. The clap of her ass against my hips was accompanied by the moans of the horny demigoddess as I fucked her. Her ass was sent ripping and jiggling as my powerful thrusts connected over and over. Despite sounding like she was losing herself, the daughter of Demeter was matching each of my thrusts, our bodies almost in perfect sync as we indulged in carnal pleasure.
"Fuck, Kit-Kat, can you not squeeze so tight?" I groaned as it felt like Katie's pussy was trying to suck me in and force me out all at the same time. Her body shuddered beneath my grip, her muscles tensing up. I had to slow down a little, and I took the time to reach underneath her shirt and grope her breasts.
"Sorry, I wanted this for so long that I came already, wait no, keep doing that. Keep playing with my tits!" Katie pleaded as she arched her back to give me better access. Not slowing down for a beat, my hands continued to massage and knead her luscious chest, the soft tissue filling my hands and then some.
"Oh fuck yes! Don't stop, just like that! Just like that!" I followed my girlfriend's vulgar commands, hearing her moan and curse in the same breath was turning me on like crazy. My fingers teased her hardened nipples, pinching and rolling them between my fingers as my cock continued to slam into her cunt. Katie's love juices coated my stiff manhood as I scooped out more and more with each swing of my hips, and I felt myself getting closer to the edge.
"Shit! Your tight, little, pussy is gonna make me cum Katie, where do you want it?" I growled in her ear.
"In-inside" she sputtered.
"You sure?" I asked, surprised at her answer. The head counselor nodded, then squealed as I started jackhammering into her as fast as I could go, before exploding into her. I felt her pussy milking me in waves, trying to coax out as much of my seed as possible into her womb. I pressed the horny demigoddess against the shed, keeping myself glued to her back as my cock felt like it was being crushed by her orgasm. I don't know how long we stayed like that, but after I stopped seeing white, I stumbled back, pulling out from Katie as I did so. She kept herself braced against the shed, breathing heavily. After catching my breath for a few minutes, I went to pick up my shirt but got tackled by Katie again.
*Break*
Katie and I were appropriately sweaty enough for how long we were supposed to have been "picking strawberries", that I figured most campers would be none the wiser as to what we were up to. It wasn't like this sort of thing never happened around camp, as the older demigods would know all the secret places to go off to if they wanted some privacy to fool around. We had gone two more rounds before Katie was finally satisfied, and afterward, she had used her powers to harvest more strawberries than an entire cabin could pick in 2 hours in about 1 minute. If there was one thing all demigods inherited from their godly parents, it must have been an increased libido. We sat with our backs against the shed, cuddling, enjoying the breeze, both pleasantly exhausted and in a good mood.
"So, uh, are you on the pill?" I was reluctant to spoil the mood, but the adrenaline and lust had subsided enough that I could think about what had happened in the heat of the moment.
"I'm not on the pill," Katie started, and it felt like someone had dropped a bowling ball in my gut. "But, I don't need the pill anyway"
"What do you mean?"
"Well, Mom isn't only the goddess of agriculture, she's also the goddess of fertility. I prayed to her when I turned 18 and asked her to teach me how to manipulate fertility like she could."
"She taught you? Just like that?" It was hard to believe that the overprotective and strict Olympian would be ok handing her powers out like that, especially with what requesting those powers implied.
"Mom is strict, but she's loosened up a bit since the 80s. She's always been an advocate of safe sex." Katie giggled as she saw my incredulous look.
"So how does it work?" I found that this unexpected conversation triggered my curiosity.
"Well, I started off small, just testing on plants and stuff, but basically it's just a snap of my fingers and poof, my eggs are gone. Added bonus, no more periods either!"
"And is it permanent?" I asked seriously before turning red, as I realized what that question sounded like. "Sorry, getting ahead of myself"
Katie was amused at how flustered I was getting. "No, it's not permanent, more like an on/off switch." Despite my embarrassment at ruining the mood, and my forward questions, I felt as if I had let out a breath I didn't know I was holding.
"Well... I know it's not a competition, but my mom gave me a dictionary when I was 10, along with a note that said I needed to expand my vocabulary." I said.
After blessing my ears with her laugh, Katie replied, "Maybe today will be different, like I said, 18 is a big deal."
As it turns out, Katie was right, as usual. The rest of the day passed uneventfully. News had traveled around that today was my birthday, and most campers congratulated me throughout the day. When I retired to the Cabin for the night, I did so with a couple of presents from my friends. There were two main gifts, the first of which was a new fancy mechanical pencil, known as a Kurutoga, whose specialty was a three-gear design that rotated the lead as it was worn down so that the line was always sharp. The second item was a personal bottle of Cyclopean weapon polish, which was the only polish able to buff out stains in Celestial bronze and Imperial gold. The rest were some of my favorite snacks like chocolate-flavored Pocky, Oreos, and Ferrero Rocher chocolates. I had a bit of a sweet tooth.
As the last few campers of Cabin 6 fell asleep, I was at my desk, putting my new mechanical pencil through its paces. Since the Mist barrier between Camp Jupiter and Camp Half-Blood had faded, the flow of information between the two camps had been an important step in strengthening the bonds between the Greeks and Romans. I had already successfully drafted a proposal to exchange our knowledge of creating Greek Fire for some schematics on how to build a ballista that had been approved by both sides. My next proposal would be the sharing of info on monsters. It was common knowledge that contrary to the ordered and disciplined style of Camp Jupiter, many of the demigods at Camp Half-Blood faced deadly monsters by themselves. This meant that although Greek demigods were more suited for quests, the Romans were better suited for large battles. Perhaps an exchange program...
My train of thought was suddenly interrupted by a brilliant flash of white. I shielded my eyes instinctually, but it disappeared as suddenly as it came. I turned to face the source of the light, meeting the gaze of a tall woman, wearing an ivory-white chiton. Her regal demeanor and fierce steel-gray eyes left no doubt about her identity.
"Happy 18th, Xavier"
AN: Going forward, explicit scenes will be denoted by *Break*, however, the rest of the story is still Mature in rating.
(1/6/24) Can't believe it's been 7 years. I've graduated high school, college, and now I have a job. Although there were no updates, I was changing this story on and off for all these years. I was nostalgic and decided to read this. I enjoyed it, but felt like I could do better. Both the new Percy Jackson TV show and large language models have inspired me to write again, so welcome to version 2.0. I have a lot of new ideas for this story. Please follow, favorite, and leave a review.
For those who like pictures, Katie Gardener is based on Peta Jensen (NSFW)