I Put in Some Work

So many rooms blurred by in my efforts to find Palírroia, yet not once did it ever occur to me to search the kitchen. In my blind attempts to simply skim the area and move on, I nearly missed her, but a persistent muttering drew me in closer. My ears picked up on the vocals as I entered the kingdom of cutlery.

"Need to clean, need to clean, need to clean…" The words repeated endlessly, cycling as though it were a mantra or prayer to one of the gods.

Palírroia stood at the sink, vigorously scrubbing at an already shining bowl. Thŷella stood off at a slight distance, mopping the floor while eyeing her fellow oceanid. The look on her whitewashed eyes crumbled my heart. So lost and confused, yet clearly yearning to help her friend.

I approached Palírroia, pacing across with silent steps so as not to scare her further. As expected, she failed to notice my encroachment, her attention buried in the steel wool she used to wash an already pristine dish.

"Need to clean, need to clean…"

"Palírroia," I called.

"Need to clean, need to clean, need to clean…"

I pressed my hands to the rear of her upper arms, taking her triceps between my fingers, and attempted to pull her away. She didn't budge. Rather, she sped up her pace, producing rapid sloshes in the sink water. The counters around us shone brightly with the new aquatic addition, instantly pulling Palírroia's attention towards it.

"Need to clean, need to clean, need to clean…"

She slipped from my grip, materializing a dishrag from nowhere and using it to clean up the counters. I gave a hopeless look towards Thŷella. Her fingers dug into the wood of the mop handle, but her gaze appeared as helpless as my own. I would get no help from her. Not yet at least.

"Palírroia, look at me."

"Need to clean, need to—"

"Palírroia, as your master, I command you to look at me."

Her shoulders tensed as she froze on the spot. A familiar tremble passed through her body. Ever so slowly, she turned, her head bowed and her hands fidgeted with the dishrag, twisting it to the point of near ripping. Though it took a few minutes, her eyes finally looked up through her dark bangs and met my own.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong, Master," she said, almost too quickly. "I am just cleaning, as I should. It is within my duties to clean."

"Palírroia," I said with as much urgency as I could muster, "please tell me what's wrong."

The rag in her hands tore at the seams under her nervous grip. Her trembling increased, though she strived to retain her calm demeanor.

"It is just… I must repent for displeasing Lady Annabeth. She is angry with me, so I must—"

"Did she say something to you after you left?" Panic crept into my voice.

She shook her head. "No. But it is evident that I am to be punished. I must be."

"Why?"

Her voice cracked, never quite fixing regardless of how long she spoke. "Because I have wronged. It was not within my right to pleasure you without your permission. I just… I wanted to show you my appreciation."

Though her words carried no lie in them, I knew there was more to this. I may not be the brightest bulb in the box, but I can tell when someone is going through a crisis. This wasn't just a matter of being denied sex or being glared at. She was raised to please someone else. That is all she's ever known. Now here she is, with a master who treats her well (at least, I would like to think I do), and she wants to use her training to its fullest extent; such to the point that she was near ecstatic to simply have my dick in her mouth. She wants to indulge in the pleasures of pleasing another, and does so with gusto. Yet she's being punished for simply acting on what she's known her entire life. No wonder she was broken; her entire world was just turned on its head.

"Palírroia, I want you to hear these words very carefully. You have done nothing wrong."

"But, Mistress Anna—"

"You've done nothing wrong," I said earnestly.

"I… I just wanted…"

I opened my arms towards her. Not even a second passed before she crashed into me, her head slamming into my chest and her arms wrapping around my torso. I in turn did the same.

"I wanted to please you so badly!" she sobbed. "I was so worked up from yesterday that I just couldn't help myself!"

Her tears soaked through my shirt and streamed down my torso. She shook her head vigorously against my sternum in a vain effort to calm herself. My back stung as her fingers gripped at my shirt, driving her nails through the fabric and into my skin.

"This morning, it stood so proudly. It looked too good for me to resist! I wanted it so badly!"

I soothed her sobs, gently running my fingers over her ear and through her hair. Internally, I couldn't help but curse myself. It was my fault that she was on edge.

If only I delivered on my promise last night…

"Shhh," I cooed. "It's okay. You don't have to be afraid. She won't hurt you. I won't let her."

"I'm sorry, Master, if I made her angry with you."

My shoulders sagged. "That wasn't your fault. There's a lot more going on with that than her finding us together."

I stroked her back as I pressed a kiss to the top of her forehead, just below her hairline.

"But I made it worse."

My hands tightened into fists. "You did no such thing! It was my fault for not giving you any relief last night!"

She shrunk away from my increased volume, but kept her body firmly pressed against mine.

"If anything," I said, "it's my fault for not giving you the relief you needed. Can you forgive me for that?"

Her face turned up to mine, pale. "Master, there is nothing to forgive."

"Well, then perhaps I could at least show my appreciation towards you for once."

Though she turned away, I could see her cheek flush. "Um, but you have other responsibilities."

"I do. But that doesn't mean I can't make time for someone else."

A loud thud pulled my attention away and towards Thŷella, who closed a cupboard a bit too clumsily. Palírroia followed my lead and turned towards her fellow nymph; her fingers tightening around my back as she did.

"Um," she whispered, "would you be against an additional partner?"

I straightened out, taken aback by her request. "Are you sure? I mean, isn't that a bit cruel for me to just go and take both of you?"

For the first time in hours, she let out a smile. "We nymphs are very social. And Thŷella and I are very… familiar with each other. I promise, there is no cruelty."

A plan began formulating in my head (shocker, I know). "Okay. If you really want to."

She beamed up at me before slipping from my grip. A quick stride across the kitchen later and she was whispering into the ear of the silver haired nymph. Her plum colored face turned two shades darker as Palírroia whispered to her, though she hastily nodded a response.

The two oceanids stepped before me; one with a giddy grin, the other with a nervous smile.

"Mas… um… Master," Thŷella mumbled, "would you permit me to accompany you?"

"Of course. In fact, lead the way. Go anywhere you feel comfortable. I'll follow you."

Thŷella stumbled down the hall, Palírroia and I in tow.

"Are you sure this is okay?" I whispered. "It feels like I'm taking advantage of you."

Palírroia paced down the hall in silence for a few more steps. "There is actually a bit of a request… if you would like to hear it." Her head turned towards me, though her hands continued fidgeting with the dishrag.

"Okay, I'm all ears."

"It could help all of us, but… it is a bit selfish."

"Come on, you can tell me."

"Um, right. Well, you see…" Her voice remained hushed, evidently not wanting to draw the attention of the nymph before us. "Thŷella is a very timid nymph. She was a favorite of the trainers because of her unique heritage."

"Heritage?" I matched her hushed tone.

"She is the daughter of Thaumas and the nebula Cumulus. An odd mixing of both the sea and the sky during a storm brought them together. Thŷella is the result."

"I didn't know nymphs could mix like that."

"It was unprecedented. But because of his infidelity, Thaumas's wife, Electra, forced him to sell his daughter. That's where we met."

"Okay… While I now have an urge to punch another god in the face, I don't see how this is relevant."

"Oh, yes. Sorry, Master. I did not mean to ramble."

"It's alright. So where is this point going?"

"Thŷella is accustomed to being taken advantage of. She will submit faster than any other nymph because of it. But… if you were to show her that you care for her pleasure…"

"Yes?"

"Well… she will undoubtedly become one of you most enthusiastic lovers. She has lost so much of herself because of the training. If you were to show her that you care for her pleasure, rather than just your own…"

"I see where you're going with that. But again, doesn't it seem cruel to exploit her like that?"

"To help her remember who she was? Is that really so cruel? Please, Master. I will face any punishment, should this fail. I just want to have my friend back…"

"So that's what this is about… Okay, I'll do it. These pants aren't coming off."

She beamed at me. "Thank you, Master!" she whispered.

"But you're getting my attention first. Maybe we can get her a little hot under the chiton while I give you some relief."

A familiar shade of purple washed across Palírroia's face. "Tha… thank you, Master."

Thŷella led the two of us upstairs and down a corridor. If my memory served me correctly (because I didn't have much time to explore the second floor commodities), the path led towards a covered balcony.

Upon arriving to our destination, my guess proved correct. A small arrangement of lounge chairs and sofas surrounded a fire pit of black terrazzo. Shadows covered the floor, as the sunlight failed to pierce the thick linen awning. The sound of flowing water pulled my attention towards a small channel running below our feet, visible only through a glass duct. The river flowed out of the wall and cascaded down into a small pool in the gardens, providing a nourishing drink for the plants.

It didn't take much for me to understand the appeal of this place, especially for Thŷella. Here, she could stay in touch with both water and sky. Even if what Palírroia said was true, and she did lose herself, this place told me otherwise.

"I have to say, I'm impressed." I turned towards Thŷella. "You really know how to pick the good spots."

She let out a small blush, but said nothing in return. Rather, she gave Palírroia a curious glance and walked towards one of the sofas. With a wave of her hand, she beckoned me towards her.

"Um. You can take a seat… if you want. Or… maybe I should just strip first, and—"

"That won't be necessary," I replied. "You go ahead and sit down. Be sure to stay ready while I warm up your sister."

I turned towards Palírroia, who returned a hungry gaze. She moved her hands to slip off her chiton, but I stopped her before she could.

"Go ahead and leave it on," I whispered in her ear. "I want to get under this dress."

Her eyes went wide at my words, but she offered a bashful nod in return. She strolled after Thŷella, and took a seat next to her, rubbing her hand along the purple nymph's thigh.

Without wasting another second, I kneeled before Palírroia and gave her a devious smirk as my hands trailed up the back of her calves. She shivered in anticipation, anxiously awaiting the sensations experienced days prior. My hands massaged her legs, squeezing her tender muscles as my gaze continued to unsettle her.

"Well," I said huskily, "tell me what you want. What do you want me to do to you?"

Her eyes glazed over and her lips parted, giving her a near drunk expression. "Please, Master. I want your tongue. I need your touch so badly."

Thŷella watched on in awe as her fellow oceanid submitted before me. She wore a mask of shock and excitement, no doubt yearning to be in Palírroia's position.

My hands rested on Palírroia's knees. "That doesn't sound too convincing. Maybe I should just leave you two alone to tend to each other."

Her eyes shot open and her hands reached for mine. "No! Please! Please don't go! Eat me out! Make me a slave to your touch! I beg you!"

"Mmm, I like it when you beg like that. Well, I shouldn't leave such a request unanswered."

Her knees parted with a gentle push from my hands, spreading her legs before me. Her chiton rode up her thighs, bundling at her waist. In that moment, I learned the nymphs wore nothing beneath their dresses. Palírroia's sopping twat greeted me, leaking briny juices into the sofa.

After running my tongue over my lips, I took a quick glance at Thŷella. Her mouth parted slightly, her silver hair veiled her hooded eyes, but did not obscure the lust in them. Yes. Let her watch. Let her see what is due to come.

My fingers slid from Palírroia's knees, trailing along her inner thighs at a snail's pace. She groaned out with the gradual pace, relishing every second that passed, obediently waiting for my fingers to reach her core. They never did.

My lips left a soft line of kisses along her skin, trailing fire with every touch. Only when her squirming and panting could no longer be tolerated did I latch my mouth against her nether lips.

"OH! Yes, Master!"

She ran her fingers through her hair as my lips bashed against hers, occasionally nibbling at her pearl of joy. Seconds passed before she pulled down the top half of her chiton, exposing her perky breasts and taking them into her own hands.

I relished in her juicy snatch, finding comfort in her familiar taste; a fine mix of brine and tang, like a salted tangerine on a hot summer day. A deluge of her essence flowed into my mouth, burning my throat in the best ways possible. My teeth skimmed across her sensitive folds before nipping at her delicate nerve bundle.

She screamed out, racing her arms across her body, uncertain of where to give herself any stimulation as her mind overloaded. Only when her eyes opened did she see an opportunity. Without letting a breath pass, she seized Thŷella by the shoulders and pulled the startled nymph onto her lap. Their lips crashed together as Thŷella's chiton drifted up her thighs, presenting me a view of her equally moist lower lips.

In that moment, I took notice of another feature of Thŷella's. No wonder her trainers viewed her as a favorite, her derriere presented such a fantastic view. So round and plump, but hardly a juggle passed through it.

My mouth found a new wetness to enjoy, and used it to further press into Palírroia's streaming folds. She gushed and flowed into my mouth as her screams were muffled by Thŷella's lips. My fingers, tired of remaining idle on her thighs, rubbed along the edge of her labia; parting the folds with one hand, circling her clit with another.

Palírroia bucked in response, driving her fingers into the skin of Thŷella's buttocks and kneading the toned flesh with aggressive swishes. Her legs attempted to wrap around me, but I kept them at bay with my elbows, never allowing her legs to close.

Finally, the moment came… as did she. Her muffled scream was swallowed by Thŷella, who lovingly suckled along her tongue and lips. Her fingers clamped around my skull, driving her nails into my scalp. The quivering of her legs made way, like the earthquake before a tsunami. Speaking of which, her succulent pussy doused my face in her fluids. After hours of being teased and on edge, Palírroia finally lost herself in the orgasm she so desperately needed.

Without wasting a single second, I granted Palírroia to opportunity to rest and recover, and turned my attention to the nymph whose folds now dripped with arousal. Thŷella yelped as my hands wrapped around her ankles, taking their time to trail up her legs. In a mere instant, I learned of a new sensation. Thŷella's skin hummed with light electricity.

Newly aroused by this, my fingers rubbed along her skin, near numb by the time they reached her vulva. I parted her lips with both hands, delighted to see her so clearly turned on by my actions. She turned her head back to see me, her white eyes bright with curiosity and anxiety.

"Relax," I told her. "I promise, I won't hurt you."

She nodded a reply, but the trepidation in her eyes did not sway. With no other choice but to show her the truth in my words, I pressed myself against her dripping cunt. The dull thums of electricity pulsed through my lips, numbing them to how soft her lips were.

Following the tang of Palírroia, the new flavor was a welcome surprise. A pleasant wash of ocean mist mixed with a hurricane gale flushed away the previous taste. Though I would definitely prefer Palírroia's stronger flavor, I can't deny how much I needed to wash it away occasionally.

I moaned into her leaky snatch, eliciting a delectable moan from my new lover. My fingers kneaded her robust backside, each finger massaging the pulsating skin. Within mere moments, my tips of my fingers lost all sensitivity, numbed by the soft electricity flooding her skin.

Thŷella cried out, digging her fingers into Palírroia's hair, as my tongue passed through her entrance. I swirled the pink muscle through her indigo core, stirring around her squelching center like a whisk through brownie batter… blue brownie batter. My nose pressed against her clit, circling it as her musk permeated my nostrils. The scent was intoxicating, as if sea spray were made of lustful alcohol rather than water.

"Master," she panted, "please… let me… pleasure you."

I pulled away, my chin dripping with her fluids.

"Maybe later. For now, it's your turn."

I swiped a finger along her folds, flicking my numb digit across her clit.

She squealed in response, but it seems another was stirred by her request.

"Let him do whatever he wants to you," Palírroia said. "You can pleasure me if you want."

"Getting a little greedy, aren't you?" I asked. My fingers pressed into Thŷella, driving her to muffle her moans in Palírroia's neck.

"Maybe." A playful smile danced across her lips. "But it is because of you I have learned there is more to enjoy than pleasuring another. Perhaps I can be a little greedy."

I returned her smile, twisting my fingers inside of Thŷella's cervix. "Fair enough. Go ahead and lay down, and enjoy the ride."

She registered my words after a few seconds, indicated only by the bashful grin adorning her face.

"Thank you, Master."

She leaned back, resting her head on a small couch pillow. Her legs parted before Thŷella's hands, revealing her crevice still dripping and her thighs caked in sticky juices.

Thŷella molded her body against Palírroia, taking her breasts into her hands and burying her face in the soaked lips of her labia. I followed suit and plunged two fingers into Thŷella's snatch, rubbing the ridges of her insides. My tongue tagged along shortly after, lapping up any juices dripping from her moist cunt.

A chain of pleasured cries rang out. My purrs from Thŷella's taste forced her to moan into Palírroia's slit, which in turn caused Palírroia to scream out, clasping at Thŷella's hands as they squeezed her breasts. Her screams drove me on, perpetuating the endless cycle of lewd sounds.

My fingers explored into Thŷella's pussy, thrusting rapidly and twisting as each knuckle passed into her warm embrace. Each ridge of her insides rippled and sparked, numbing my fingers with the dull thrum of electricity. In a manner of seconds, my tongue followed suit. I groaned in frustration as I lost the ability to taste my newest lover, but she moaned happily with the vibrations that resulted.

"Master, I…" Palírroia groaned out.

Thŷella let out a soft moan, pushing Palírroia over the edge with a deafening cry.

"OHH, YESSS!"

Within seconds, Thŷella's face glistened from chin to forehead with sinful fluids. Despite this, for not even one moment did she halt her actions. Her face remained in Palírroia's folds, massaging the lips with her electric tongue. A dull groan reverberated through Palírroia's throat following her scream, her nerves overloaded by the soft jolts passing through her nerves. Mild jealousy panged within me, stirred on by my senses being dulled, but her's to be hypersensitized.

My jealousy stewed, but manifested itself in a positive way. If Thŷella's moans were anything to go by, slurping at her folds and nibbling her clit rather than using my tongue alone were better sources of pleasure for her. Spurred on by this revelation, my hands grasped her firm buttocks and pulled her closer to me, driving my face deeper into her nether regions. The dull thrum of her body numbed me, rendering me immune from the uncomfortable pressing of my nose into her canal; allowing me to push deeper until her body enveloped all but the bridge of my nose.

"Ma… Ma… st… er…" Thŷella moaned out, punctuated only by her own whimpers.

With a swift change of location, my hand worked its way between her legs, taking her hypersensitive ball of electrified nerves between the numbed pads of my fingers. With a few squeezes and twists, the throbbing pearl between my digits reduced Thŷella to a moaning wreck. For only a few seconds did she hold out; but the moment my other hand familiarized itself with her nipples, she collapsed into Palírroia's spent cunt, screaming out in ecstasy. Palírroia followed suit, her own scream unmuffled and pure, caring not for anyone who judged her, or even heard her.

Minutes passed as I basked in the afterglow of my two lovers. This was my first time being sexually involved with two partners at once (sleeping in the same bed as Piper and Annabeth doesn't count). My body dripped with sweat from my exertion, and my face glistened with Thŷella's succulent essence. Both of the oceanids panted, each as sweaty and exhausted as myself.

"I hope you two enjoyed that as much as I did," I said between labored breaths.

"Yes, Master," they replied in unison.

I began to stand, still woozy from my efforts, but both a purple and light blue hand grasped my wrists before I could leave the couch.

"Please don't go yet," Thŷella said.

"We still long for your touch," Palírroia followed.

I allowed them to drag me into their embrace. Palírroia pulled me against her, allowing my body to rest on hers. Thŷella, in turn, rested along me, taking my arm and maneuvering it so that my fingers brushed her still dripping pussy lips. I sighed in comfort as my head rested against the bust of one nymph and my arm was warmed by the legs of another. For a few moments, my thoughts went blank, allowing me to relax in the small pile of bodies nestled together on the couch.

Small fluttering kisses graced my arm, paving a small path to my neck and eventually my ear. I turned to Thŷella. For once, she did not carry a face of timidity. Now she smiled at me with a slightly bowed head, her blank eyes offering no clue as to where she was looking, not that I needed one. I returned her smile and kissed her forehead, to which she closed her eyes and moaned her contentedness.

"Thank you, Master," she whispered.

The kiss she returned drove me wild. A small eskimo kiss, brushing her nose against mine; only to be followed by her taking my bottom lip in her mouth and suck on it. It was a bold move for sure, but I enjoyed watching her take some initiative when only a short time prior, she was afraid to even look me in the eyes.

"Glad to see you aren't as skittish as before."

Thŷella offered a light smile in response. "Why should I be? I was scared of you at first."

"I told you he was a good master," Palírroia cut in.

"I know. But this isn't the first time you have told me such things about an overseer."

Palírroia paled. "That… was one time. He had us all fooled."

"True." Thŷella turned to me. "Hopefully this is not the case with our new master."

A lopsided grin spread on my face. "I certainly won't try to be."

With that, I kissed both of the nymphs on the forehead and allowed myself to remain cushioned between their warm bodies. For a few minutes, I relaxed with them, listening to their slowed breathing. Though I didn't want to leave, I was needed elsewhere.

"You girls go ahead and relax for a little while. When you're all good to go, take care of whatever you need for the day. I've got some other things I need to take care of."

"Yes, Master," they replied.

"And Palírroia, don't beat yourself up about earlier today. That wasn't on you."

The smile briefly left her face, but crept back with brightened eyes. She nodded.

"Of course, Master. Thank you for your kindness."

I gave her one last peck on the lips before extracting myself from their bodies. Thŷella took a few moments to let me go, but reluctantly released me from her grip. With a final kiss on her forehead, took my leave of the room to find a certain daughter of Aphrodite.

In all honesty, I shouldn't be surprised with where I found Silena. Resting alongside her once again unconscious sister, the former head counselor sat, rubbing the top of Piper's head, carefully avoiding the area around her left ear. She failed to notice my approach, her attention focused on the younger sister who nearly lost her life for her sake.

I cleared my throat, successfully pulling Silena's attention towards myself. A sympathetic smile crossed my face.

"You know," Silena said, "I'm glad she took over as head counselor. Even if only for a little bit."

"I'm sure she did a great job, if my knowledge is anything to by."

Her soft smile diminished. "Yeah. Drew was always a difficult one to work with. All about appearances, never about love."

"Well, I don't think you'll have to worry about her anymore."

She locked her eyes with me, panicked. "What did you do with her?"

I shrugged. "Absolutely nothing. That's my point. She wants the attention, so I'm simply denying her that. She'll have to clean up her act before she gets any sort of relief."

A relieved breath passed through Silena. "Thank you. I don't want her to get hurt. Enough people have been hurt because of me."

"Hey, hey. That was all on her. No one made her attack you and Piper."

"Right… Well, either way, are we heading out?"

A smile crept onto my face. "Yeah. I think there's someone who's been wanting to see you."

Silena! Girl, you're alive!

"Is that… Blackjack?"

My pegasus blasted his thoughts into my mind as his silhouette cast a shadow above us. Within seconds, he landed, scattering the shoreline sands on both Silena and myself.

"That was rude, man."

Sorry, Boss. Silena, welcome back!

Blackjack nuzzled the laughing daughter of Aphrodite, who graciously took hold of his mane and rubbed his muzzle. He bowed his head, urging Silena to climb on, which didn't take her very long. I watched on with a slight smile on my face as Blackjack somersaulted through the air, flipping and twirling and Silena laughed hysterically, whooping and hollering as the wind whipped through her hair. Let me tell you, roller coasters have nothing on pegasi.

After about ten minutes, Blackjack relanded and allowed me to climb on as well. Though I hate to admit it, I was a little envious of how well Silena got along with the pegasi. They respected me out of who I am and what I've done. Silena earned their trust and friendship by simply being their friends.

As I saddled up, Silena leaned back, resting her head against my chest. Even though I might be jealous of her, there's no way I could hold that against her. Times like this proved it was simply in her nature to be outwardly friendly and loving. Sure she was a massive flirt, but there was nothing inherently wrong with that.

So, where to, Boss?

I sighed inwardly, hoping this would be the last shopping trip for a while. "Mall of America. Time to go on a shopping spree."