Chapter One

Jason wondered why his sex dreams wouldn't stop. He wondered if it was because he was becoming more Greek. He didn't remember this problem before. Then again, maybe dating the daughter of the goddess of beauty and sex was what was causing these hormones to rise up in him. It was in his heritage, he knew, but he didn't remember things being this bad.

Jason was still getting his memories back. Slowly they would come back to him, even now he was discovering new ones. The Argo II was sailing towards Athens, now, safely away from the Doors of Death, Annabeth and Percy in tow, and Jason remembered something new. Usually, he preferred his memories to be helpful, and most of the time they were. Considering they were getting closer and closer to the final battle with Gaea, Jason felt like Juno could have done him a favor and given him a secret thing about Evil Mother Earth that he'd somehow learned growing up, but no, he remembered the gift Jupiter had bestowed on him after defeating Krios.

Gods, it was so embarrassing. Jason remembered being in his bunk the night after Krios's throne had been toppled and he'd been made praetor. He'd fallen asleep easier than he'd had before, and he was plunged into a restless sleep. A sleep that changed his nights forever.

It's not like he hadn't had wet dreams before. He was fifteen. He'd had enough self-control to only take himself into his own hand a couple times, but after this night such rigidness couldn't be attained. Jason could remember feeling like his body was on fire, and then soft hands touching him everywhere. Lips on his, on his body, on his cock. He'd watched bodies ride him, his eyes glued on the female form, his hands touching breasts. And when it was all over, a lightening strike awoke him from his 'd woken up, thighs covered in cum and sweat, his erect manhood longer and wider than it had been before.

Jason blushed, even now, on the bow of the Argo II when he thought about it. he'd never told anyone about it. Not Leo, and definitely not Piper. He'd never confirmed that Jupiter had been behind his sudden growth in manhood, but considering the lightening strike and his father's habits, be figured it was a pretty good guess.

He supposed most young men wouldn't have found it to be a problem, but he was a little ashamed to be so distracted by such shallow things when the fate of the world was resting on all of their shoulders. Gods, Percy and Annabeth had literally been rescued from actual hell, and here he was thinking about how badly he wanted to screw his girlfriend.

Jason winced. He was getting better about hiding it from Piper, but he could tell his distance from her in the past had sort of bothered her. He wanted to be affectionate, to take initiative, but when every kiss caused him a raging hard on and mornings of wet pants and washing sheets, making him feel like a total douchebag who was just using her as an object, sometimes he just had to refrain to control himself a little. Jason realized with his sex-driven mind and his heritage that he would do something he regretted to her, something he wouldn't be able to live with himself for.

Jason was cut from his thoughts when Percy joined him on the deck, and they silently watched the water side by side. Jason wondered if Poisedon had done something similarly after the Titan War, but he didn't dare ask. He didn't want Percy to think he was some sort of pervert freak. Then again, he'd accidentally overheard Percy and Annabeth walking past Percy's cabin last night, and they were certainly not up to innocent things in there.

"So are we going to talk about this morning?" Percy asked. "That was quite the cover up?"

Jason blinked at him. Then he blushed. Piper had been wearing a rather tight tank top this morning, which no one had probably noticed but him, and when she had leaned over to grab the syrup from him, he'd been flashed with his girlfriend's perfect cleavage. It wouldn't have been a problem if he'd been sitting down, or if his jeans had properly fit him, or if he hadn't been cursed by his damn dad so that he'd get a boner whenever Piper did anything.

"Dude, you've got to either go all the way with Piper, or get some bigger Levi's," Percy snickered.

Jason was a little embarrassed about the tight pants. He'd lost a bit of weight just from what he assumed was hard work and stress after being on the Argo II, and somehow Leo had brought him a smaller size. Then, somehow, in a month, he'd put on pounds of muscle everywhere, and had grown two inches. Not as noticeable as Frank, but noticeable enough in his clothes. Especially when they stretched over a hard on that Percy had noticed.

"It's just-" he stuttered, feeling his ears turn red.

"Listen, man, you're just like the rest of us, a horny teenage boy. I don't know what Rome beat into you, but wanting to have sex with your girlfriend is normal," Percy said. "Maybe it'd even lighten you up a little."

Jason frowned. He thought he was very lightened up.

"I don't know, it just seems shallow to be thinking about all of this with the war on Gaea coming," Jason said. "I mean, New Rome and Camp Half-Blood are at war, basically, Gaea and the giants are about to end the world, and I can't stop thinking about screwing my girlfriend."

Percy smiled. "Or you could talk to Piper about it, and see if you want to go a little farther since the world is ending."

"Or I get broken up with for being a perverted son of Zeus," Jason grumbled.

"You're such a negative-naiad," Percy responded. "Look, I had a similar problem after Annabeth and I started dating. We're demigods, man. On top of dangerous experiences with the people we're dating pushing us together quicker than what is probably emotionally healthy, it's in our blood to be a bit hornier than most. Piper knows and understands that. Just be safe, and make sure she's safe, and I'm sure you guys will be fine. After Annabeth and I talked about it, we didn't have sex right away, but it got it off my chest, and made my life a lot easier. And eventually, as we both felt comfortable we went further and further."

Jason's shoulders slumped, and he turned his head from Percy to squint at the storm clouds gathering in the sky. He sighed.

"Ready to slash some Venti?" He asked, and Percy clicked his pen.

"Always," he grinned. "But seriously, dude, think about what I said. I'm not trying to lead you astray. I'm your friend-I've got your back."

Jason felt a little bubble of warmth go through his chest. He'd never been able to talk about this with anybody. Rome didn't leave much time for talking, and besides, this wasn't a topic that was encouraged. He'd never even considered telling Leo, one, because Leo was single and Jason had noticed a little bitter about being alone, which Jason could empathize with, and two, he would never trust Leo to not use the situation to embarrass him.

"Thanks, Percy," Jason said, smiling a little, and realizing his decision to spend his days at Camp Half-Blood was the correct one. "I appreciate it man."

After a full Venti thrashing, leaving Jason tired and bruised, he showered. He hadn't been able to shower without jerking off in months, and so after everything ws cleaned, and he felt slightly more relaxed, if a bit guilty, he approached Piper's door. The light was on underneath her door, and he knocked, heart beating a little faster than normal.

Piper was wearing pajamas. Her spaghetti straps did nothing to cover her bra straps, and Jason tried to ignore the round, fleshy tops of her breasts peeking through. Her Hello Kitty shorts were tight and short, and Jason had to focus on her her choppy hair, half pulled up to resettle his stomach.

"Hi," she said, kissing him on the cheek. "What's up?"

Jason scuffed his toe, taking in her cinnamon scent. "I-I, uh, think we should talk."

"Jason Grace, you better not be breaking up with me," Piper warned.

"No, definitely not," Jason laughed, and Piper sat down on her bed, patting the spot beside her and he took it. "It's just, well, I don't know."

"Breathe, Jason," Piper said, and there was definitely charmspeak in her voice.

He took a breath as commanded. "Piper, have you ever thought about sex? Gods, I'm not trying to be a pervert. I want to be open with you, and if you haven't or, or you're not ready or don't even want to talk about, that's totally okay! I don't know, I just-"

He was cut off by her lips on his, and he sighed against her, leaning into the kiss, surprised as she slipped her tongue into his mouth. Her hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, and he clasped his hands around her waist, fingers digging into her soft flesh. He could feel his pants tighten, but he pushed through, enjoying Piper's tongue in his mouth for the time being.

When she pulled away she was panting, and Jason looked directly into her eyes, always changing color. Piper leaned her forehead against his, and she sighed, hands stroking the back of his neck, and sending shivers down his spine.

"I'm a daughter of Aphrodite, of course I've thought about sex, Sparky," she said, pecking his lips again, but pulling away before he could deepen the kiss. "I, uh, just didn't know if you were ready."

Jason let out a little smile. "I'm ready if you are."

Piper grinned, kissing him again, this time her hands coming up his shirt to rub his chest. Jason let out a whimper as she kissed and sucked at his neck. He raised his arms as she pulled off his t-shirt. She scraped her teeth over the spot she was sucking on, and he felt a little pulsate go through his erection, and his heart began to beat faster as she pulled him so that he was on top of her.

When she wrapped her legs around his waist as he began to kiss her neck, her felt an urge go through him. It scared him a little how badly he wanted to take her. He wanted her fully to be his, to fulfill his most primal urge over and over again. Gods, he even wanted to get her pregnant and watch as his seed made her swell...

He shook his head. Gods, he had problems. Once again, he blamed Zeus in his head, and almost stopped on principle, but then Piper took off her shirt, and he was done for. Jason's shaking hands came to unclasp her bra, and he almost came in his pants at the sight of her breasts. He just admired them for a second.

He always hoped that Piper didn't assume he'd just dated her because she had the biggest boobs at camp. That definitely wasn't the reason he loved her, but he knew by how much he even admired them through a loose t-shirt that there was no room to question his sexuality. It made him feel slightly shallow, but in a way, seeing them bare, and shockingly cupping them and watching them overflow in his hands, he contemplated if this was the best moment of his life.

Jason took a nipple into his mouth, and Piper let out a moan. He kneaded her other breast, before switching, and then looking up at her. He kissed her again, revealing the feeling of their bare chests, smashed together, the friction of their hot skin, making him grind his hips just to relieve some pressure.

He was actually pulsing now, and he had no idea how he was going to make it to the final base. His core was hot, and on fire, and he buried his lips in Piper's neck, almost in pain at how tight his pants were. Piper ground herself on him, and he whimpered. She flipped him so that he was on his back, ghosting her palm over his bulge.

"Piper," he said softly. "I love you."

"I love you too," she said cheerfully. "Now let's see what you're packing, Sparky."

He gripped her sheets in his hands, desperately trying to focus somewhere else as she undid the buttons to his jeans. He tried to keep his hips on the bed, but he groaned, embarrassed, as they bucked slightly, his jeans so tight, and bulge so big that the zipper of his pants undid themselves. Piper tugged on his jeans, and he tried to help her, but the size of his thighs (albeit, all muscle, but still too tight) hindering from a smooth transition.

Jason's skin was burning, and he realized that he was about to get really intimate really fast. When Piper rubbed her hand over his boxers, he was over.

"Pipes, Piper," he moaned, trying to warn her as the scent of his come filled the air.

He could feel his seed, which honestly he wished he could've waited to fill Piper with, leak over his hips, and smear down his thigh, creating a massive wet spot on his boxers. When Piper pulled down the elastic band, however, determined as always, he'd managed to get hard all over again. Thanks, Dad.

"You catch up, real quick," she muttered, and Jason's face burned with embarrassment.

He flipped her then, realizing it wasn't really fair that he was naked and coming already, and she hadn't even been touched. In truth, he was terrified. He had no idea what he was doing, and he desperately wanted to make her feel as good as she had just made him feel, but he was fighting every urge in him to ram himself into her, and screw her raw until he was pumping her womb full of his seed. He assumed these crass thoughts came from a mix of his teenage biology and Zeus's habit of impregnating what seemed like every woman in Ancient Greece.

Jason, trying to feign confidence like he did in battle, kissed her hip, before pulling down her pajama shorts, and pausing for a second. He looked up at her face, and she nodded for him to go on, and with slightly shaky hands, he pulled down her underwear, Piper now fully exposed to him as he was to her. Jason pressed a finger to her clit, and she gasped, so he did it again, before using his middle finger to rub against her entrance.

He frowned, moving his fingers and wrists against her, trying to gauge what made her feel the best by what noises she made. Finally, he pushed two fingers inside of her, his cock pulsing at the idea that soon it would replace his fingers that were being hugged by wet, warm walls. His thumb circled her swollen nub, and Jason reached his other hand up to roll one of her nipples between his fingers. He focused, going slow and then speeding up, trying to coordination of circling his thumb and trusting his fingers inside of her.

"Jason," Piper groaned, arching her back. "Jason, stop."

Gods, he didn't want to. But the words stung in his ears as he pulled his fingers out. His face burned, and he fought the scary urge of desperately wanting to keep going, to keep touching her. He was a little hurt that she'd said that, but her safety was the most important thing, he desperately told himself, trying everything possible to reign himself in.

'I'm-I'm sorry," he stuttered.

"No, no," Piper said, and even she was blushing. "It felt good! It's just, well, I want you."

"You have me," Jason said slowly, not understanding at all what she was saying.

"No," Piper said. "I want all of you. I want you inside me."

"Oh. Okay, just tell me if it hurts, or you want me to stop, alright?"

he assumed that was the best thing to say as he pushed her legs further apart, and brought himself to her entrance. Even the friction from his hand on his cock caused shivers down his spine, as he lined his tip up to Piper's womanhood. He inched forward, moaning incoherent Latin (totally embarrassing) as he got further and further in before he was hitting her cervix.

Jason was shaking, nearly collapsing on top of her as she pulsed around him. He waited, though all his body wanted was to slam into her over and over again, but she was tight, so he assumed she had to get adjusted. She let out a breath Jason didn't realize that she was holding. Even with her exhale, she somehow tsucked him in tighter, and Jason whimpered.

He slowly pulled his hips back, before inching into her, and this time Piper moaned again, and he buried his nose into her neck. It was an overwhelming feeling. His body was shaking with pleasure and stimulant, and he could feel the lights start going on and off. And electrical socket popped as Jason hit her cervix again before pulling back.

He knew he wasn't going to last long, and he brought himself close on her so that his pelvis scraped against her clit with every thrust. Piper's hands were scratching down his back, and he was squeezing his eyes shut desperately trying to hold on as long as he could.

"Piper, I'm going," he managed, opening his eyes to look directly into hers. "I'm going to come."

Her eyes swirled into a vision as he slammed into her one last time, his seed pouring into her, her womb drinking every last drop.

"Dada!"

The voice was tiny, little, but it made Jason's heart swell with pride. He looked down, two tiny arms wrapped around his leg. A girl, about two, with electric blue eyes looked up at him. Her hair was dark like Piper's, and when he picked her up she giggled. This was his daughter. Electricity ran through her veins, and he watched the static burn off his forearms.

Twin boys raced up to him, and he crouched to meet their eyes. There was an ancientness about them, their eyes matching what he assumed was their sisters. The deep electric blue that stared deeply into the souls they encountered. He loved them, they were his sons. They giggled as he kissed their cheeks. Sparks flew between them, and one of them, Remus, began to laugh out loud. The air smelled like rain, and storm clouds brewed in the sky.

"Careful, Jason," Percy warned. "Don't ruin our picnic."

He held a child in his arms, and all Jason could see were her blonde curls. There was another toddler playing with the twins now, crouching to grab a coin off the ground. It flashed against her chocolate skin, and Jason watched as her dark curls bobbed as she began to jump up and down.

This was family. How could he be careful? He was happy, he was filled. His heart beat with love-it was like he belonged. He knew what he was supposed to do know. Children? It was like something he'd yearned for his whole life. It was the thing he'd yearned for, he realized.

"Gods, Piper," Jason moaned, pulling out of her with an embarrassing squelch.

He blushed as he watched massive amounts of his come run out of her and onto the sheets. He flopped on his back, satisfied to stare into Piper's eyes.

"Did you, uh, finish?" He asked.

She nodded. "As you did."

Jason snuggled closer to her, laying his head on her chest, his cheek happy against her sweaty breast. Piper laid a hand on his head, stroking his hair. It made Jason feel warm, as if he had a sense if belonging.

"Don't worry," Piper whispered, and Jason wrached his brain for something he clearly should be worried about. "Demigods are apparently STD resistant."

Jason shrugged. "I'm not passing anything onto you if we weren't."

Piper smiled. "I've been tested and I'm clean anwyays, too."

Jason swallowed the primal prick of anger that she'd had sex before. Of course, his logical brain knew that she'd had no ties to anyone before they'd started dating, and he could care less about her past. But the animalisitic side of him he was trying so hard to get rid of and keep down, burned with rage. He wondered if that was the wolf in him that felt like he'd just mated her, just bred her. Ew, thanks, Lupa.

"I'm on birth control," Piper continued. "The good stuff. Annabeth gave it to me when we started dating. She said demigods need different stuff."

Jason hummed his response, nuzzling at Piper's neck, eyelids getting heavy. Of course he didn't want Piper to get pregnant. They were young and the world was ending. So why did he feel so disappointed at her statement of pregnancy-free sex? He blamed the wolf part of him.