"What the fuck?" Annabeth asked to no one, I guess.

I pulled back to give her a little space, which she used to roll over. I followed her eyeline down to her torso, noticing her hand rubbing a specific parcel of her skin. Despite just coming down from the high of sex, I was alert as possible once I heard my girlfriend's pained gasp.

"Annabeth, are you okay?"

I reached towards her wrist, pulling her hand away.

Now, I can tell you for certain that the last thing I was expecting to see was a tattoo just above Annabeth's heart.

"Uh, is that a surprise for me, Wise Girl?" I poked the design of a trident and recoiled. My wrist burned. That wasn't normal.

"Percy, what's going on?" Annabeth's worried voice reached my ears as I grasped my forearm. I grit my teeth as I waited for the burning sensation to end.

After a few seconds, the pain ended and I took a few breaths to steady myself. The blood rushing in my eardrums died down and my vision began to clear.

I stared at my wrist, searching for the source of my pain. My eyebrow raised as I stared at a drawing of an owl that seemed to be tattooed onto my skin.

Annabeth sat up to study the marking. When she did, she grabbed my arm to get an even closer look.

"That looks like…" she muttered as she pulled my other arm up next it. On one wrist, this fresh owl tattoo prickled my flesh. On the other, the tattoo I was given when I became praetor of Camp Jupiter resided. Annabeth seemed to be ignoring the roman numerals, recounting my supposed year of service, in favor of tracing the style of the trident showcasing my heritage as a son of Neptune.

Her gaze flicked from my legion tattoo to the new marking on her chest.

She turned to me with stern look. "Percy, what the fuck happened to you today?"

I recounted the memories I had of my day. I told her about everything strange that had happened to me today. From the encounter with that weirdo in the woods to my interaction with Piper, and then all those looks the girls at camp were giving me. Annabeth seemed to grow more curious when I mentioned her best friend, her eyes widening a little. Her lips pursed and I heard a slight hitch in her breathing. Hearing about her best friend and all the other girls at camp was having some sort of affect on her.

After I finished the story of my day, it took a few moments for Annabeth to collect herself. But once she did, she looked away with a thoughtful expression. "That guy in the woods, what did he say his name was again?"

I racked my brain for a moment, knocking it with a fist to get it started after cumming. "Eros, I think," I answered.

She shot me a glare. "Eros?" she asked with a frustrated tone. "Percy, Eros is the god of lust an—"

"And sexual beauty," I finished her sentence for her.

There was a second of stunned silence between us. In unison, we turned towards each other. Annabeth stared at me with wide eyes. Her eyebrow quirked as her eyes narrowed. "You know him?"

I shook my head. "I didn't before…" my voice trailed off. "How did I know that?" I turned to Annabeth, expecting her to know since she always did.

She chewed her lip, in thought. "It must be something to do with these," she brought up my wrist to her breast, showing our new markings together. An owl and a trident, side by side. "Considering the design of this trident matches the one on your legion tattoo, it's possible that that the magic could be similar."

I was about to reply when the dinner horn sounded. In response, my stomach growled.

"Well, there's no point trying to figure this out on an empty stomach, is there?" I asked, getting up to go leave. I had finished pulling my shirt over my head when I noticed that Annabeth hadn't moved an inch. It was incredible just how still she could sit despite the ADHD that came with being a demigod. Her refusal to take a break from her problem-solving was kind of cute. "Is there?"

My girlfriend relented, but not with a pout as she got dressed. I couldn't help myself, I drooled like a starving dog as she slipped on her tight jeans. And there was no way I wasn't gonna notice how she made a big show of putting her shirt back on, arching her back and swaying her shoulders to get her tits to jiggle. Even after she was dressed, I was still staring. I mean, it didn't help that I knew that she was going braless, along with anyone who decided to look too close at my girlfriend's breasts.

We made our way to the pavilion. There weren't many people around as we did. Shit, it was always so awkward being late to dinner. It was even worse when Annabeth and I arrived together, always to taunts and jeers, accusing us of just having had sex. I guess in this instance, that was true. But just as I was expecting Clarisse or one of the Stolls to point us out to everyone, no one said a word. Splitting up, Annabeth headed towards her siblings whilst I took my lonely seat at the Poseidon table. It was at times like these when I missed Tyson the most, but he was a busy man. Or cyclops.

Once I sat down, I realized that almost everyone was looking at me. Again, I'm kind of used to being the center of attention at camp, being the resident savior of Olympus and… you know the rest. Although, these weren't looks of respect or hatred. Admiration, maybe. They were similar, but I don't think it was my heroics that had everyone staring at me. And don't think I didn't notice that all the looks had a certain feminine subtlety to them.

I think Chiron struggled a little with his announcements, with everyone staring at me and all. I missed like half of them since I was trying to avoid meeting anyone's gaze. I was tempted to try out my wolf stare on them, but I figured that would just make me look plain crazy. I guess that was the point of it, but still the other campers knew what I could do.

I breathed a sigh of relief when Chiron finished and the nymphs began to flock into the pavilion, carrying platters of delicious meals. I stared at my burger with a sad frown. I don't think I'd ever understand why we had to toss the best pieces away into the pyre as an offering. I mean, they were gods. Why did they need some of my burger?

I wiped my tears and started digging into my fries. I must have made halfway through dinner when Annabeth plopped down onto the bench next to me. I scanned around. We had everyone's attention, that much was for sure. Still, no one made a move to separate us. Even Chiron just continued on as if it was normal. Mr. D didn't offer us a glance, so at least some things never changed.

I cleared my throat, trying my best to ignore the chorus of whispers, detailing rumors of varying degrees of lewdness between tables.

"I already miss the Argo II," Annabeth said.

I swallowed another bite of my burger. "Yeah, I get what you mean."

My girlfriend checked over her shoulder. "Although, I don't mind some people looking," she gave me a wink. Wiggling her eyebrows, she gestured to a table across the pavilion. I followed her gaze, finding myself locking eyes with Piper.

With a mouthful of fries, I couldn't give the stunning daughter of Aphrodite anything but a puffy smile. She at least had the decency to giggle at my gluttony.

Damn, she was cute when she laughed.

A kick to my shin brought me back to reality. "Smooth, Seaweed Brain," Annabeth remarked.

I jolted upright in my seat, my head down to avoid her gaze. "Uh, sorry," is all I could mutter in response to my girlfriend catching me staring at her very pretty best friend.

She gave me a smirk. "There's no need to apologize, in fact…" she leaned in closer, until her shoulder brushed my upper arm. "I don't know why, but I kinda like how all the girls are staring at you," she admitted.

As shocking as her confession should have been, I didn't take me by surprise at all. In fact, it was almost like I was expecting her to say that. But, that didn't make sense at all. Annabeth was my girlfriend. She was someone who had had my back countless times across numerous adventures. We survived through Tartarus together for fuck's sake. There wasn't a single logical reason why I would be looking at any other girl on this planet. Yet here I was, expecting her to be okay with me doing so.

"Just staring?"

When she got what I was getting at, her lips curled into a wide grin. There was a devious gleam in her eyes as she locked me in place with her stare. "As long as you remember who your number one is, go nuts."

I wanted to reply, to tell her that she would always be my number one. But the end of dinner cut us off. I finished my food and followed the crowds out of the pavilion. I had just made it down the steps when Annabeth tugged me down by my collar to whisper in my ear. "Also, you better remember that I'll be having a turn on any girl you fuck," she chewed my earlobe before letting me go.

I sat in a stunned daze all through the beginning of campfire singalong. I still couldn't believe that my girlfriend was just okay with me getting my dick wet elsewhere. Though, I didn't try and argue. No need to look a gift horse in the mouth. Or maybe I should learn from the Trojan's mistake.

My debating mind was swept clean the moment I caught Piper staring at me again. However, this time we didn't look away. I gazed into her beautiful eyes, watching her pupils turn from a soothing coffee brown to a sparkling sapphire blue. The color reminded me a lot of Thalia's eyes, with a somewhat mischievous shine.

Licking her lips, Piper shot me a wink. My face felt like it was on fire. I mean, you try having the best-looking girl at camp flirt with you. I don't think I'd ever understand how Jason could agree to split with her. If I was him, I would have done anything to make sure I'd stay with her. But that was what Hera was looking for in Jason, a guy who would complete his mission at any cost. I just couldn't imagine that cost being such an amazing girl's happiness.

I was brought back to the present when I noticed that color of her eyes had changed again. The familiar shade was one I saw in one place in particular. In my reflection.

I set my jaw. There wasn't a single doubt in my mind anymore, this was going to happen. And for the rest of the singalong, we didn't stop eyefucking.

Still, it all had to end when the campers grew tired of the Apollo Cabin's third or fourth encore. As we filtered out of the amphitheater, I caught Annabeth ogling both myself and her best friend. She must have seen us gawking at each other the whole time from her seat with the Athena kids.

I found myself alone again, walking back to my cabin. I watched as all the other campers returned to theirs, with just a tad bit of envy. It must have been nice having brothers, sisters and siblings to chat to. All I had was a fountain. A fountain. It was only a matter of time before I couldn't help but wish that I wasn't the only person in my cabin.

Now though, maybe that lonely ache wouldn't be such a pipe dream anymore. If Annabeth was alright with me banging other girls, maybe it wouldn't be such a stretch to date them as well. Somewhere in my hyperactive brain, that thought seemed to stick.

That was rare.

It just seemed right that I should be with as many women as I please. I'd been through enough, hadn't I? I should be able to reap my rewards if I wanted to.

At this point, I was lying down on my bed. My blood was rushing a bit and I just stroked my clothed crotch, enjoying the stimulation to my semi-hard cock. Just knowing that my girlfriend wanted me to fuck another girl was a huge turn on. To be honest, the first girl that came to mind when I thought of a girl I'd fuck that wasn't Annabeth, was Rachel. Ever since I'd known her, there had always been an air of horny tension between us. She was a feisty redhead, so it wasn't hard to picture her in the nastiest positions possible. It didn't hurt to dream, even more so now that she'd become the Oracle of Delphi and sworn off men for forever or whatever.

I must have been picturing Rachel's full lips and cherry taste too much, as I didn't hear the footsteps outside my window until it was too late. I jumped at the soft wrapping of knuckles against my cabin's door. It was pretty faint, so it wasn't Annabeth.

Curious, I stepped towards the entrance, opening the door just a crack wide. I recoiled, backing away as the door was barged wide open. I regained my balance, looking back to see the figure stepping through the doorway.

"Hey, Piper," I matched her grin as she shut the door behind her.

She looked up at me through lidded eyes. "Percy."

"What brings you here this late?"

Her lips pursed. "A dangerous wave," she gave me a cryptic answer.

If that's how she wanted to play it…

"Annabeth told me you were a pretty good surfer."

My chest tightened as she met my gaze.

"She told me a lot about you as well," she admitted. Her breathing turned heavy as she gave me a once over, her eyes lingering a little lower than what most people would call respectful.

"Nothing bad, I hope."

Her focus remained on my jeans as her chest heaved. "Oh, plenty of bad…" she licked her lips. "It's a good thing I like bad."

I stifled a laugh, losing myself in picturing my girlfriend telling her best friend all about me. "Then welcome to the Poseidon Cabin," I beckoned her inside, taking a seat on my bed and resting on my palms behind my back.

She, however, opted to stand.

For a moment, I enjoyed the view that was Piper Mclean. Standing a little shorter than my girlfriend, the daughter of love didn't let her smaller stature stop her from being an absolute badass, just like Hazel. Her choppy braids were a few shades darker than her skin tone. Her Cherokee heritage shone through her features, her pronounced cheekbones and her long eyelashes. Whilst her mother's influence was clear on her hearty lips and plucked eyebrows.

With all those framing her kaleidoscopic eyes, she was hands down the most attractive person I'd ever seen, not counting her mom since she's the goddess of beauty and all that. Don't mention it to Aphrodite, but at this point I'm pretty sure that I prefer girls with the little scruff that came from trying to survive in this fucked up world of monsters and messed up demigods.

Shit, just her face was enough to start a familiar fire in my body. If at any point, I questioned why she had come to cabin so late at night, it didn't matter to me anymore. For all I cared, she was there for one reason.

Fuck…

I was getting horny.

Just as the thought passed, Piper locked onto me with a serious expression.

"Percy, please I can't take it anymore!" she whined.

I quirked an eyebrow. I knew where this was going, but that didn't mean I had to make it easy. I'm not that kind of guy after all. "Oh, whatever do you mean?" I put on my best impression of those snooty kids from all the schools I was kicked out of.

Her fists trembled at her sides. "It's not fair! Annabeth gets to keep you all to herself, showing you off as if she's better than the rest of us just because she gets to be with you!" she complained.

"And what if she is better than the rest of you?" I felt like defending my girlfriend, not that she needed it, but I had a hunch that it would do me better to do so.

Piper gave me her best set of puppy eyes. "She might be, but still it's not fair that she gets you to herself," she shook her head, persisting.

"You wanna fuck your best friend's boyfriend that bad?"

She gulped. "I'd do anything," her voice almost broke halfway through her plea.

"Anything?" I smirked.

She nodded.

"Strip."

As soon as the command reached her ears, her eyes sparkled like emeralds. She reached down for the hem of her shirt. With no hesitation whatsoever, Piper almost ripped her camp tee in half as she tugged it over her head.

I couldn't help but let out a wolf whistle as I caught my first glance at her bare breasts. Perky would be the best way to describe them. With a slight difference in size, Piper's breasts provided a more model-like air to her figure. Despite her attempts to appear more normal and a little alternative, her physique didn't lie about her superior beauty. If she wanted to, she could become the most sought-after model worldwide without breaking a sweat. Yet, here she was, stripping in front of me.

Swaying her hips, she slipped her shorts down her slender thighs. After she stepped out of them, I gestured to her peach-colored underwear. She tugged them down her thighs, the fabric sticking to her core a little.

Free of clothing, Piper didn't shy away from my clear view of her body. In fact, she seemed to enjoy how my eyes roved over her soft physique. Once I caught a glimpse of her tight slit glistening with fresh juices, I couldn't help myself any longer.

I stood up from my bed to tower over this Cherokee goddess. She met my gaze with one of fierce desire, as if she would explode if I didn't relieve her. I leaned down, capturing her rosy lips in a powerful kiss. In my ear, she sighed. I must've been a good kisser. I guess I did have a lot of practice after all these years. Wrapping an arm around her, Piper molded against my body whilst my hand went searching for her impressive rear.

The moan echoing in my mouth signaled my success along with the soft flesh that spilled between my fingers as I groped her cute butt. Our tongues entwined as we snogged for as long as the need for air would permit. When we broke our lip lock, I found myself questioning how I could breathe underwater yet struggle with the limited amount of time I was able to be connected to Piper's sweet lips.

I panted, struggling with the problem of overheating in my fully dressed state.

Without a word, Piper tore my shirt off my body. She bit her lips to stifle a carnal growl as her eyes surveyed my ripped torso. Her nails raked down my chest before she pressed her lips against my body. Latching around my collarbone, she sucked my tanned skin as if she were desperate to leave her mark on my body.

My crotch ached even more, the denim of my jeans straining to contain my throbbing cock. The sensation of her mouth against my skin had me groaning and writhing against her. If that was how incredible her lips felt on my chest, they must have been heavenly on my pulsing erection.

As if responding to my horny thoughts, Piper popped a squat. As she lowered herself, she kissed and licked each of my abs from side to side whilst she fiddled with my belt buckle. From my height, I wiped the corners of my mouth, worried I would drool all over the glorious ass Piper flaunted over her shoulder. She must have noticed my distracted focus, offering me a sly smile as my jeans dropped to the floor. Palming my groin, she rolled her hips to give a show of her cheeks dipping and rippling with her erotic movements.

She must have been enjoying teasing me too much, as her expression morphed into one of shock when she pulled my boxers down my thighs. The heavy weight of my hard cock slapping against her cheek wasn't what she was expecting, I guess.

As her grin grew wider, she attempted to wrap her hand around the base of my dick.

"Shit, Annabeth was right all along!" she marveled at her inability to connect her thumb and forefinger around my girth.

As much as I wanted her to explain, I needed to see those hearty lips of hers around my bulbous tip. And by some miracle, she did just that. First, she planted a soft kiss against the sensitive flesh like it was her true love. Then, with one slurp, she swallowed the first few inches of my cock into her mouth.

Inside, her tongue went to work. She lapped at my leaking tip, her muffled moans telling me all about my sweet precum as if she was a Michelin critic and I the talented chef.

My idle hands found their way to her head, curling into her cinnamon brown locks. With a firm grip, I pulled her forwards towards my pelvis, bucking my hips to help her swallow almost the entirety of my length. I wanted to go all the way, but her throat wouldn't be able to take it. That didn't mean I couldn't make do with what I had now.

Piper gagged and spluttered, her reflexes begging her to pull away. But my strong hands stopped her from going anywhere. I eased her, massaging her scalp as she coughed up a sea of slobber all over my cock. I relished in her throat's wetness, my throbbing flesh slipping a little down her throat with a lathering of natural lube.

After Piper tapped on my thighs and gazed up at me with watery doe eyes, I let her go. I stepped back, giving her the room to breathe and swallow as much air as she had lost deepthroating me. Even as she struggled to regain her breath, Piper tried her best to give me a dazzling smile. As cute as she was, the drool running down her chin and splattering on her perky tits made it all too lewd.

I growled. "On the bed, now."

Her legs twitched as she shot up, stumbling towards the bed. She brushed past my shoulder, looking back to draw my attention to her pert ass, jiggling with each step. The daughter of love faced me before getting comfortable on my mattress, spreading her thick thighs to present me with a glorious view.

If only Annabeth could see this. It was almost too good to be true.

"Please," Piper pouted. "Fuck me, Percy!"

Upon hearing her beg, I rushed forwards. My thick head brushed against her inner thighs, slipping off the mixture of drool and aroused fluids coating her quads. I fumbled around, sliding my cock over her soaked pussy a few times before I pressed onwards, sheathing myself inside her.

Gods, she was fucking hot. Her insides burned with a fierce warmth, igniting a passion to fuck her as hard as I could. So that's what I did.

Pulling back, I gripped her waist on either side, digging my chewed nails into her skin as I thrust back inside her. My pelvis squelched against her slit, my balls knocking against her asshole. Her inner walls sucked me in as I set up a rhythm of quick, powerful thrusts. My bulbous tip knocked against her womb with every collision of our bodies. I leaned over her torso, my head resting on her shoulder as I slammed my hips downwards. In my ear, Piper gurgled and groaned with each thrust. She took advantage of our position by wrapping her arms and legs around my back like a cage fighter.

My core ached, signaling my need to finish. Embracing it, I switched to slower thrusts, opting to focus on the strength of my strokes instead.

The effects were clear as she held me tighter and even bit into my shoulder.

I returned the favor, sinking my teeth into her smooth skin with a growl.

That seemed to be her undoing.

She released my sore flesh and let out an angelic cry. Her whole body shook, her pussy squeezing my cock like a stress ball whilst she squirted like a fountain and covering our crotches in sweet juices.

My ears rung, all the blood rushing through me and her climax's echoes deafening me. All the sensations of her body drew out a powerful release. My balls clenched and my shaft swelled. With a grunt, I buried my cock as far into her pussy as I could, shooting a torrent of cum deep into her womb.

Our orgasms came to an end, our panting syncing to each other's heartbeats as we stared into our partner's eyes. I rolled off to her side, pulling her head onto my chest. For a few moments, she listened to my heartbeat slowing down in my post-orgasm bliss.

Everything just felt right. I mean, what could go wrong?

That was when my door swung open.

"You two seem to be having fun?" a smug voice called out.

Piper and I jumped up to find my beautiful girlfriend smirking down at us, hands on her hips.

A/N- Hey guys! How was it? Now, I've got a question for you dear reader. What kinks would you think the girls are into? Let me know what you're into and which girls you'd like to see indulge in it. I'm hoping to hear both the crazy shit and the more vanilla stuff that you want to see. Hope you've enjoyed and I'll see you next time.

Yours truly,

Signing off