Let it Snow

"Greeks and disgraces! Hah! Leave it to the modern generations to so flagrantly disregard our traditions!"

All things considered, things were relatively peaceful. There I was, packing away everyone's clothes. I even had some time to look through the swimwear Annabeth found for me at the camp store. Thankfully, it was neither a speedo nor a banana hammock but rather a new set of swimming trunks.

Mrs. O'Leary lay at the entrance of the barracks, her nose peeking out behind the doorway. Poor girl was tuckered out after her long morning.

Only as I was starting to settle into a rhythm and more efficiently figure out how I would organize Silena's lingerie did someone decide to interrupt me. And by someone, I mean Vitellius, the patron Lar of the fifth cohort.

"You do realize we just fought a war, right?" I huffed, annoyed by the constant badgering. "We literally saved New Rome. Maybe cut us some slack."

"Slack?! Hah. So you admit you are a slacker. You've grown lazy! Resting on your laurels. You'll let yourself get old and fat, and soon you won't even be able to recognize yourself!"

He unironically slipped on his toga while following me to a locker and revealed his impressive potbelly.

"Right. Fat. Wouldn't want that. In the meantime, could you hand me that dagger over there?"

"Oh, ha ha. Ask the spirit to fetch you something. The disrespect. The audacity!"

"As riveting as this conversation appears to be," Reyna called from the doorway, "need I point out we have permission from the praetors?"

She and Khione entered the barracks, and Vitellius's expression turned cold.

"And you! To have a Greek goddess seeking refuge on our holy grounds! The outright blasphemy of the ordeal!"

"We don't exactly have much choice," Reyna pressed. "And she has just as much right to be here as anyone else."

She wrapped an arm around Khione's back. Meanwhile, Khione fidgeted with her dress, her attention focused on a far corner of the barracks.

"Of all people to so blatantly disregard our values. I expected more from you, Arellano. Then again, your position seems to be punishment enough. Fitting that you turn your back on Rome only to wind up a concubine of a Greek."

Her expression hardened. "Careful, Vitellius. I turned my back on no one. I did what was right by both Rome and Greece, and now we have peace."

"You call this peace?! Hah! This is but a stalemate!" He marched up to the girls. "War will continue, and it would not surprise me if this harem starts it! Greek goddesses! Fallen idols! What better group to drag us into war?"

Khione shied away. Reyna stood her ground.

"Enough. This has gone on long enough. We have duties to attend to, and I am sure you do as well."

He raised his finger to retort, but Aurum and Argentum marched in at Reyna's heels and growled. Whatever he wanted to say stuck in his throat, and he merely crossed his arms and vanished with a huff.

"So… that happened," I said after a pause.

Reyna grimaced. "This is what I was afraid of. The legionnaires are one thing, but at least they have to follow orders and stay in other buildings. The Lares have no such limits."

"It's only temporary." I tucked away a stack of shirts in a locker and closed it. "You both are still holding up, though?"

"Never better," she said with a grin, leaning down to stroke Aurum's head. "I honestly feared the worst. These two weren't in the greatest condition last I saw them. As a fellow dog lover, I'm sure you can understand."

"No need to convince me." I chuckled and turned to Khione. "What about you? I can only imagine what it's like to be here for you."

She hugged her arms to herself. "Every part of my being is screaming for me to leave. There's another god nearby. One who is obviously not Greek. This will take some getting used to."

"Hopefully, we won't be here long enough for that to happen," Reyna said. "That said, there are definitely some things we need to do before we leave. There's a cafe in the city that serves the best hot chocolate."

I quirked an eyebrow. "Hot chocolate? It's August!"

She grinned. "Until you've had some, you won't understand. We definitely need to stop by there later. But in the meantime, let's get the last of these clothes stored away."

The next half hour or so passed with relative ease. Khione still struggled a bit when it came to small talk, but Reyna and I had some luck in getting her to open up and even laugh a bit. Especially after I confused a stray bedsheet for a toga.

"That just about wraps up this one," I said, setting aside Drew's suitcase. "Could you two finish up the last of it? I need to make a quick Iris message, and the river isn't exactly a short walk away."

"Just use the centurions' bathroom." Reyna pointed at the end of the building. "Middle door. There's a window if you need light."

"That works too. Thanks. I'll be right back."

Sure enough, there was a bathroom right between what I could only assume were the centurions' quarters. Just a toilet and sink, but it would work for what I needed.

With a stream of mist, some sunlight, and a drachma, I made my prayer to Iris, and she showed me exactly who I wanted to see.

"G-Man! It's been a while."

"Perce!" Grover jumped back for a moment, then grinned like a madman. "Yes it has. How is post-war life treating you?"

We caught up for a minute or two, exchanging pleasantries and doing our best to not delve headfirst into touchy topics. But then came the point of the message.

"Are you still hanging around California?"

"Why yes I am. There's a gathering later today a little north of Monterey Bay. Took forever for the eucalyptus trees to send a representative. But it's progress."

"Glad things are working out. I'm actually in New Rome for the next couple of days… hopefully. At least until tomorrow. Wanted to know if we could catch up."

His eyes practically started glowing. "Absolutely! I'll be there tomorrow!"

I was taken aback. "Seriously? That quickly? What about your meeting?"

"I can do both." He put his hands on his hips and puffed out his chest. "It's only a little over a hundred miles. Don't underestimate how quickly nature spirits can move."

"I'll be sure to keep that in mind. Assuming you can find the valley—"

"Also not a problem. Once I realized what to look for, the Romans lit up like a torch. It's no wonder monsters haven't been able to attack them very often."

"Right… Well, that simplifies things. See you tomorrow then?"

He gave me a thumbs up. "I'll be there. Gotta go for now though. The Wild's duties call! See you soon!"

We said our goodbyes and ended the message. It took a couple seconds for me to process everything. The message went by a lot faster than I expected, or wanted, honestly.

With my call made, I returned to Reyna and Khione just as they packed away the last of the luggage.

"Perfect timing," Reyna called, throwing a towel over her shoulder. "We were just about to take up Frank's offer. Want to come?"

"Offer?"

She rolled her eyes. "The bathhouse. The whole legion is out on duty, so the baths are free for us. May as well take advantage while we can."

My shoulders drooped at the very thought of going back to the baths. They were absolute magic.

"Count me in."

"Perfect." She tossed me a towel, unnecessary as it may have been. "I've been looking forward to this for a while."

"Are they really as good as she claims?" Khione asked.

"Honestly," I said, guiding her outside with my hand on her back, "they're probably better."

"Much better," I sighed.

My muscles unknotted in the sultry bathing pool; just one of six in the male side of the bathhouse. Steam filtered about the air. Tiled mosaics decorated the walls. With the distinct lack of anyone around, I simply slipped into the water and let it work its magic on me.

According to Reyna, the water was filled with all sorts of healthy minerals to help rejuvenate the legionnaires after a long day of work. All I knew was the water was a bajillion times better than my dip in the Styx.

"Excuse me," a voice called. "Is… is it okay if I join you?"

With a glance, I realized Khione was standing at the pool's edge. She fidgeted in place, her eyes never quite meeting my own. A towel wrapped tightly around her.

"Let me guess…"

"Reyna suggested it," Khione confirmed. "She claimed this is my best chance with you, given we should be alone here for a few hours. And… she said it would probably be safest to share one another before removing this." She wiggled her leg, showing off her anklet.

"Is this really what you want?"

She scoffed. "What I want is no longer relevant. May I join you?"

Even if I said no, I doubted she would be able to leave. Her face was already flushed from the steam, and the way she swayed didn't give me any confidence about her ability to keep standing for much longer.

"Sure."

Without another word, she opened her towel and let it fall to the floor.

"Di immortales."

Listen, I've already seen plenty of beautiful women naked. Come on; Calypso is easily a ten out of ten! Hades, I've seen Aphrodite naked! But there was something about this… Something about an actual goddess revealing herself for the first time in real life.

Dainty feet gave way to a pair of slender pale legs. Atop them sat flared hips pinched above by a narrow waist. Her soft and lean abdomen splayed out to a pair of supple breasts, which she proudly stuck out despite maintaining her regal elegance.

I forced a dry swallow and tried looking away. There's no point in denying I'd perused the goods in the past. How could I not when her dress clung to her body? But with all of her soft and delicate features laid bare, I couldn't tell which I wanted more in that moment: to wrap my arms around her to protect her from the cruelties of the world, or satiate my sudden hunger for her nubile body.

With a shake of my head, I tried putting on a friendly smile and held out my hand. She accepted with a shy smile of her own and dipped a toe into the water.

"It's… so hot," she squeaked.

"I thought you liked the heat."

She pouted. "I do. But I have never submerged myself in warm water. That isn't feasible where I'm from."

"Point taken." I mulled over the dilemma and came to a conclusion that left me thankful for the steam flushing my own cheeks. "If you sit with me, I can make sure you don't pass out. And I'll pull you out if anything happens."

Even in the steam, the gold flare to her cheeks burned bright as day. That didn't stop her from taking my hand once more and slipping into the bath with me.

"Oh, my…" She gasped. "This is… certainly a new experience."

"Good new or bad new?"

"Just… new. Make no mistake, it's not as if I will melt or anything. It's just… how can I explain it…" She frowned in deep thought, her body drifting ever so slightly closer to me. "Ah! You mortals are prone to fatigue from the heat, yes? And it can prove dangerous as I recall? Not like an open flame, but just as far as a general environment."

"Heat exhaustion? Yeah, it can happen."

"Exactly. My condition is similar. I can experience heat exhaustion as well but without any risk to my health. I still suffer the side effects. Fatigue, dizziness, and an overwhelming sense of euphoria, and the temperature need not be quite as high as for most mortals.

"However… whereas most would strive to avoid heat exhaustion, I embrace it. I like the feeling."

No sooner did she say that before her shoulder brushed my own. Once more, her cheeks darkened to gold, but she made no effort to pull away.

"As long as you know what your limits are."

"I know my limits for many things. However…" She clenched her eyes shut for a moment and whispered to herself. Once they opened, she turned to me with a feigned sultry smile. "There are some limits I have yet to explore. Would you like to help me discover them?"

In that moment, I didn't trust myself to say anything intelligent. So I let my actions speak for me. With a hand around her waist, I pulled her up and around me until she was straddling my lap.

Her skin felt just as soft as it looked.

"Oh, I see you're just as… eager for this as I am," she said.

Despite her words, she trembled in my grasp. Not an excited shiver, like what I'd experienced with Palírroia time and time again. No, this was far more like how Hazel reacted right before we first kissed.

"You don't have to fake it," I said. "I know this is a big leap, but I'll try to be as gentle as I can be."

Her smile melted away into a grimace. What started as a light tremble grew into panicked shivering. She leaned forward to hug me; frosty tears dripped down my shoulder.

"That's not the issue," she finally said, her voice tight. "Were that a concern, I'd simply focus on the praise Silena and the others have showered upon you."

"What is it then?"

She nuzzled her nose into my neck and shivered. "You frighten me.

I went still.

"Unfair as it may be, you terrify me. I know it was Hera's doing, but when I close my eyes, all I can see is your face. All I can feel are your hands beating me." She sniffled. "And I want it to stop. I want your warmth to make me smile. I want your touch to send pleasant flutters through my loins. I want your absence to make my heart ache for your next visit."

She pulled away, her warm eyes dribbling icy tears.

"Please," she whispered. "Help me."

Without another word, she leaned forward and pressed her lips to mine.

She shivered. Despite the frosty softness of her succulent lips, all that passed through my mind was her shivering.

I pulled away and took in her faraway gaze. "Are you okay?"

"No," she rasped. "I find myself naked in the lap of a man I once called my enemy. I find myself yearning to taste the saltiness of his lips." Her eyes watered, bright and glazed. "If you were to ask my father, I am anything but okay."

Once more, she leaned forward, pressed her hands to my chest, and kissed me.

A mutual hum echoed within the room, lost to the gentle bubbling of the baths. Ever louder did it grow as our hands explored one another. Hers across my chest and down my arms. Mine along her hips and up her flanks.

For the first time ever, I found myself unable to pick out any kind of smell. Not that she smelled bizarre in any way. There simply wasn't any scent to her. As I attempted to breathe in her scent, my nose dried and burned despite the steam.

Her soft whimper pulled at my attention. Where once she had softly closed her eyes to savor the kiss, she opened them to reveal a startlingly warm and almost innocent gaze. Those coffee brown eyes sought out my affection, eager to please in the moment.

And so I trailed my hand up her body, brushing my fingers of the delicate skin of her supple chest. My thumb flicked over her pebbled nipple. Up my hand traveled, stroking her soft neck, until it finally reached her head.

I pulled back from the kiss only to lean my forehead against hers and, in turn, pull her head against mine. The tips of our noses brushed over one another, mine still dry from her airy scent.

Both of us panted. And though the moment was crystal clear for me, her unfocused gaze left me uneasy.

"Is this too much for you?"

She shook her head. "Too… warm," she rasped. "Can't… see…"

I grimaced. "Let's get you somewhere more comfortable."

Without waiting for her to reply, I scooped her into my arms and lifted her from the bath. She offered no resistance; not as I cradled her. Nor as I draped her towel over her once more. She simply smiled and leaned her head on my shoulder.

A pleasant silence passed between us while I carried her to another room. Not a word was spoken, though she did spend the whole trip rubbing her cheek into my shoulder. By the time we made it to the next room, my arm had started to go numb from the chill.

"This might be more your style," I said.

"Is that… an ice bath?"

"Yep. Perfect after a long day of training. Or in your case, spending too much time in a steamy room on a hot day."

"Hmm. It does seem like a foolish thought in hindsight." She leaned forward to nuzzle my neck while pawing at my chest, dropping her towel to my feet. "Could you put me in gently?"

So I did. I knelt at the side of the pool and eased her into the frigid water. Her head dipped under the surface for a few seconds. Then she burst forth from the water, ebony hair flying back in a silky cascade. The very water around her frosted over, and the water droplets froze into snowflakes before gently fluttering back down to the water's surface.

"Much better," she said casually, as if she didn't look like an icy glamor model in the middle of a photoshoot. "Might I convince you to join me? The water is quite lovely."

I wanted to refuse at first. The idea of freezing my cock off didn't exactly strike me as a good time. But then again, I've already been to the bottom of the ocean, and by comparison, that water was significantly colder. Besides, after she joined me in the heat, it was only fair I joined her in the cold.

"Don't let me freeze," I joked, slipping a foot into the pool.

At roughly the size of a standard hot tub, the ironically sized ice bath was easily large enough to hold half a dozen people. Though I shivered initially, the cold temperature wasn't nearly as uncomfortable as it would have been for anyone other than a child of Poseidon.

"Now then," Khione cooed, tracing her finger over my collarbone. "Where were we?"

She waded before me, her hand rubbing over my shoulder and chest.

I reached forward and pulled her in for another kiss. Despite her initial gasp, she hummed her content and returned the favor.

Soft lips traded almost loving glances with my own. Frosty breath cooled and dried my nose. I dared to breach her lips with my tongue. To her credit, Khione only whimpered slightly, but did not hesitate much further to open her mouth.

Shivers ran down my back as I tasted the inside of her chilly mouth. Despite the lack of flavor, the sensation was more than enough to set my senses ablaze. Or in this case, afrost.

Her hands trailed over my flanks and arms. All around us, the water splashed in our excitement. Soft gasps were traded in favor of eager moans as Khione lost herself in the moment. My nose burned from her dry scent, yet I found myself incapable of getting enough.

"Someone's eager," I whispered.

Despite still trying to kiss me, she whimpered her reply. "You're so warm. So… soft and salty. I can't get enough of you."

I smiled evilly. "Then why don't we climb out? We'll see how much you can take."

Though somewhat glassy, her eyes narrowed at my challenge. With a huff, she pulled herself up and over me to exit the pool, taking extra care to rub her body along mine as she left.

"What would you ask of me?" she said as I followed her. "Is this where I bend at the waist? Or when I get down on my hands and knees?"

"No," I replied, picking up her towel. "This is where you lay on your back."

With a small flourish, I draped the towel on the ground.

Shy eyed, she lowered herself. Cheeks flushed golden, she rested on her arms, leaning back, but not quite lying down.

"May I… may I use some of my power to get more comfortable?" Her eyes darted away.

I dipped beside her and cupped her chin, and tilted her head back to look me in the eyes. What I saw wasn't plotting. No anger. Not even regret. When those warm eyes met my own, they dilated and glanced away in a schoolgirlish display of nervousness.

"Go ahead."

The moisture surrounding the white towel froze over, coating the ground in a fine layer of frost. Like a rug. Or perhaps in Khione's case, a blanket.

I circled her. While she gazed up through her lashes, I knelt before her closed legs.

"So this is how it happens?" she said, breaths drawing short.

"Not quite." I rested my hands on her knees. "Let me prepare you first."

Eyes wary. Cheeks flushed. Nibbling her lip. She seemed equally aroused and terrified. But in the end, one would have to surpass the other.

She spread her legs.

I didn't even look. Rather, I kept my eyes fixed on hers. My hands, however, trailed over her knees and up her thighs. Up and up they went as I leaned forward. Over her hips. Along her flanks. Across her shoulders and down her arms. Only when our hands clasped each others' did they stop. And through it all, I leaned forward. Never stopping until I brushed her lips with mine.

Every second passed marked a slowing of her breaths. We traded touches, pecking and nipping at our lips. Softly did our tongues caress one another. By the end of it all, the sweet sound of her tinkling moans fluttered in my ears.

Emboldened by her building desire, my hands trailed up her arms once more. Up and around, until they rested firmly on her breasts.

She drew short of breath, but her lidded gaze and playful tongue spoke of feelings other than revulsion.

"I'm ready for you," she gasped, flicking her tongue over my lip.

"Not yet, you aren't." I grinned.

She frowned, bemused. Before she could say anything, I merely kissed her cheek. Then her jaw. Then her neck. Down, down I trailed. Soft kisses, with only the slightest of smacks to announce them.

Her fingers curled. But it was not ire in her eyes as I flicked my tongue over her pebbled dusty pink nipples. Not disdain as I tickled her soft tightening belly with my lips. And most certainly not fear as I pressed my lips to the delicate skin of her mons.

"Now I'll get you properly warmed up."

I pressed a single kiss to her lips. Then I parted them with my tongue.

"By the Fates…!"

If only I could capture that moment. That thrill; the delicate sweetness of her voice; the sugary brine dancing on my tongue. Let me keep that moment, the single moment in time, in which her warm coffee brown eyes went wide, and her lips tucked between her teeth. For it was in that moment I truly tasted a goddess for the first time.

And it most certainly would not be the last.

Khione's soft whimpers echoed in the room, lost in the gentle lapping of the pool water.

"Ooh, Per… Perseus…"

Lust flared in my stomach. Its boundless appetite burned a delightful ache in my groin; one which matched the thrum of my pounding heartbeat.

Watery juices dribbled down my chin. Their chill I found oddly refreshing. Sweet and briny. Not unlike Palírroia, though lacking her distinct tang. Where once my nose burned from the dry air, her wetness soothed my pain, washing it away with every lap of my tongue.

And still she cried. It was not brash and loud like Thalia, nor harmonious and overwhelming as Piper. It couldn't even be compared to the sinfully erotic cries of Thŷella. Rather, her voice brushed over my ears with delicate strokes. Soft and tinkling, like the first flakes of winter.

Even kneeling between her legs, I appeared to tower over her. Tongue buried between the delicate lips of her labia, servicing her into ecstasy like a gigolo. And yet, it couldn't be more clear who was in charge. Who was taking the lead. For as much as Khione panted, whimpered, and cried out, none of it would be possible without my say so.

Her eyes went unfocused, tuning out everything except the pleasure. Above us, a flurry fluttered from the ceiling. Each flake flitted about, most melting once they reached the floor.

If Khione's overwhelmed expression was anything to go by, she didn't even realize she was making it snow. Instead, all of her attention was on savoring every second my tongue spent lapping away at her. While I flicked over her little clit, she would whine and buck her hips. When I pressed my lips to hers and slurped her watery juices from her, she shuddered and chewed her lip.

No. She didn't know what she was doing. In that moment, I had absolute control over her.

A slight squeal escaped her lips. With a grin, I flicked my tongue over her clit repeatedly, corralling that little sound to get louder and louder. When she finally caught on, her leg was already quivering. Every sound that followed went unsilenced. Every cry. Every moan. She didn't bother hiding them anymore.

"Good girl."

I let my warm breath tickle her pussy. Our meeting lips steamed, though not unpleasantly.

With what little coherence she could muster, she shyly brought her legs together, gliding them up my arms and resting them on my shoulders. Her subtle way of asking me to keep going.

Licking her salty sweetness from my lips, I dove in once more and stroked my tongue through her pussy. Bottom to top. Top to bottom. It didn't matter. She tasted divine either way. With every little flick of my tongue, whether through the thin petals of her labia or over her sensitive clit, she cried out sounds even sweeter than she tasted.

"Mmmnh!"

When I first started, she kept her hands by her sides, propping herself up to watch me. Perhaps gripping at the towel a bit, but little more. After so long, she had long since thrown caution out the window and let herself enjoy the sensations. Those hands of hers roamed her body. Up and down her trim stomach. Massaging her breasts. Plucking her nipples.

By the end of it all, she sent one hand to massage her mons, just above where my tongue toyed with her clit. The other was significantly higher, where she suckled on her finger.

I'd have her sucking on something else before long, but I kept my attention on the task at hand.

She had long since gone slick. From her juices to my tongue, her lips glistened in the muted light of the room. Wet as she was, it took little effort to slip my tongue between her lips and flick the wintry slit between them.

A raspy cry escaped her lips. All the while, she bucked her hips into my face. Her hips waved back and forth, grinding and shivering. Dripping and shimmering. Yet still I licked away, savoring her briny taste. Her crisp scent. And above all, her desperate eyes.

Knees trembling, eyes watery, she melted into a divine puddle of arousal and wanton ecstasy. Her heavy breaths echoed throughout the room, punctuated by soft screams whenever I brushed my tongue over her delicate nerves. Though tears streamed down her cheeks, her lidded eyes begged me to continue. She screamed for more.

So I would give more.

While she bit down on her lips to stifle her screams and moans, I raised my fingers, gave them a lick, and plunged two inside her without hesitation.

"Yes!"

My fingers reached deeper than my tongue ever could. In their adventurous stroking of her wet ridges, I realized she was colder the deeper I went. Within minutes, my fingertips went numb. So I brushed them back over her most sensitive spots while I licked over her clit and lips.

Like a leaf rustling in a hurricane wind, I flicked my tongue back and forth. Over the past two weeks, I'd practiced my craft time and time again. I knew which places to touch. Which places to lick. Which places to suckle. Which places to kiss.

Khione seemed to agree with my methods at least. She tightened around my fingers, quivering and gushing from both pairs of lips. Whether that gushing was expletives from her mouth or juices from her pussy, I didn't care. Both brought a smile to my face.

I continued stroking my fingers over her tender g-spot. She squeaked and sealed her eyes shut. Quivering. Clit throbbing. I kept up my pace, fingering and licking her with no remorse.

If only the proud and bitter goddess of the past could see herself now. Every sway of her hips followed my tongue. Every squeal she made in response to my fingers. I dictated every movement of her svelte body. From the curling of her toes to the twitching of her eye. Not exactly the picture of an imperious goddess, much less one who worked to end the world.

"Mmmyesss, Percy! Mmmm… By the Fates! Please… Keep… going! Mmmmmmaster! Yes, Master!"

I recoiled. Of every possible thing that could have left her lips, that line was not one I'd ever imagined to hear. Not in the next thousand years. Much less the first time I went down on her.

"What did you just say?"

She whimpered, desperate tears running down her eyes. "It's true, isn't it?!" She bucked her hips forward, trying to push her pussy back into my mouth. "I'm still your slave! No use in denying it!"

"But… you're…"

"Just let me enjoy it! Let me enjoy whatever perks come from serving you! I'm so close! Please!"

Silence was the only answer I could give her. Not a sound passed as I mulled over her words, save for the gentle lapping of the nearby bath water.

When I did reply, I made sure her whole body fluttered. Because I responded with the way I best knew how. Not with words. I sucked with those. But by the gods, I'd make sure I could eat a pussy like a starving man looking to earn his next meal!

"Mmmf!" She squealed out once more and threaded her fingers through my hair. Grasping and holding onto me for dear life.

Again, her eyes went unfocused. Dazed and cloudy. Her mouth hung open. From it came a guttural groan far deeper than she had let out before. Her stomach quivered through it all. Likewise, she continued dripping into my mouth like a leaky faucet.

In a rather un-goddess like manner, some drool ran down the corner of her cheek. It managed to reach her chin before finally freezing over, dropping to the center of her chest, and bursting into a cloud of white dust.

"Please don't stop again. Please…" Her head swayed. "Your… your tongue is… so… so gooood!"

Her body quivered again. Toes curling and clawing at the ground. Fingers racing up and down her delicious body, massaging her breasts. Even joining my tongue as it played with her clit.

But I would not be outdone. Not by her. Anything she could do to herself, I'd make sure I could do better.

If her screams were anything to go by, I was doing a damn good job.

I picked up the pace, swirling my tongue over her clit and through her folds. My fingers slipped inside her once again, their numbed tips having long since warmed back up. My other hand took to her supple buttocks. One moment, I simply rubbed and caressed her soft skin. The next, I squeezed and pinched her bubbly ass.

The sound of her squeaks and whimpers piercing through the moans she let out was music to my ears. She may not have had as powerful a voice as Piper, but by the gods, she wailed like a winter gale.

"Just a bit more!" she begged. "So… close!" Both of her hands clamped down on my head. Her thighs locked me in place. All the while, the desperation in her eyes all but broke my heart. "Please!"

Another cry breached her lips. All the while, she shivered. She bit down on her lip and raised her hips to drive her pussy deeper into my mouth.

I pressed back with equal enthusiasm. My tongue swirled over her clit while my fingers stroked her g-spot.

She tensed, her body as rigid and still as ice. With a scream, she threw her head back, her hair flaring around her in a black halo.

A halo which flashed white.

In the throes of her ecstasy-ridden climax, her hair went white. Her eyes, which were otherwise a warm coffee brown, froze over into a blistering glacial blue.

The moment of her rigidity passed, and she squirmed and writhed in her orgasmic high. Through it all, I simply held her down, continuing to lick at her little pussy. For a whole fifteen seconds, I pinned her down and continued to eat her out. Kept licking. Kept enjoying her taste. Kept stroking her insides.

Fifteen seconds. Then she began to squirt.

Her body jerked forward. Juices, such wondrous juices, splashed out of her little pussy and right onto my tongue. My head started to sway under the rapturous joys of her taste. A near sickening sweetness overtook my senses, blurring me to almost anything outside of my desire to keep licking. Keep lapping up her delicious pussy.

"Oooooh, Percy…"

I ignored her. Too drunk on her scent and taste to bother stopping. I merely continued to strum away at her delicate swollen pussy lips, eagerly drinking down every drop she had to offer. There was no point in denying it. She tasted divine.

The throes of her orgasm began to die down. Her rigid body relaxed, and the normal colors returned to her hair and eyes. Not that I was complaining. I loved the warmth simmering in those brown eyes. Especially when they stared at me with such awe.

And perhaps a bit of shame.

"... Sorry," she mumbled, still whimpering as I licked. "I— mmm, didn't mean to do that all— mmmf… all over your face." Her own face flushed golden. "It was just so— ohh, so intense. Mmm!"

If her constant moaning wasn't enough of a dead giveaway, I couldn't care less about having my face covered in her cum. On the contrary, her cold juices were oddly invigorating, especially after the sluggish drowsiness brought on by the heated tubs.

Rather than chastise her for letting go all over my face, I merely continued licking away at her. Her pretty pale pussy throbbed and fluttered under my tongue.

When I had her nice and clean, I gave her pussy a few light parting kisses. Only after I had her shuddering from them as well did I finally pull back. I rested on my knees, staring back at her with a mile-wide grin.

"Glad you enjoyed yourself. I know I did."

I merely licked my lips and fingers while she gulped, suddenly shy despite having been so vocal moments before. Didn't stop her from panting though. Her body, worn out from my exertions, lay spread eagle on the ground. Her limbs uselessly flapped and twitched, as if she were trying to swim away from me. But her eyes told me she wanted the opposite.

"Now, I… I understand." She licked her lips. "I understand why the others throw themselves at you so flagrantly. If this is what I can enjoy…"

Her head slumped back, to which she let out a breathy laugh.

I shrugged. "I try to do this with everyone. It's exhausting to keep up with so many people, but I'm not exactly suffering. Maybe a bit morally and emotionally, but physically… not really."

"Hmm." She sat up and curled her lip. "Interesting. Not exactly what I'd expect to hear from a harem owner. You continue to surprise me, Perseus."

"Speaking of surprises," I said, "was that whole 'master' thing just you caught up in the moment?"

"Partially," she admitted. "I won't deny how… fractured my thoughts were. But whether I want to admit it or not, you are my master."

I hesitated to say anything. Puns aside, I was walking on thin ice at the moment.

"For what it's worth," she continued, "I'm not exactly too disappointed."

I reeled back while she held in a slight laugh.

"I'm not exactly a leader," she said. "I'm a follower. Always have been. I followed my father. I followed Gaia. Now I follow you. The difference is that instead of demanding I hurt others, you would only have me spread my legs and enjoy what comes with it. Quite an upgrade if I do say so."

I held up my hands to pause her right there. "First things first, I'm not going to make you spread your legs for me. The only reason I'm doing this now is because you've suffered enough, and I don't want you to deal with the curse."

"The only reason?" She pouted and pushed her arms together, pressing her supple breasts together in a tantalizing display. "So you have no attraction towards me? No desire? I must confess myself disappointed. After such a wondrous experience, I'd hoped we could make a rather enjoyable relationship between us."

I cocked an eyebrow. "What happened to being scared of me?"

Her light demeanor crashed. Where once she eyed me like a piece of meat, instead she closed in on herself, as if I were the Nemean lion, and she was the meat.

"Make no mistake; you do frighten me. Or at least your temper frightens me. What you have the capacity to do to me. Don't think just because I can enjoy you that I have suddenly forgotten. I do not imagine I will have a truly restful night of sleep for years to come."

She glanced up at me again, her expression once more shy and vulnerable. "But that doesn't mean you can't help me overcome this. My opinion of you has made strides for the better. And though I may yet suffer when I let sleep take me, I would at least like to enjoy this while still awake."

That was… not what I expected to hear.

"It may be too late to say this, but I'm sorry. You shouldn't have gone through that. I should never have done that to you."

She huffed. "You apologize on the behalf of a goddess. I would not ask a sword to apologize to me if it cuts me. Nor would I blame the sword. I would hold the one who wields it accountable."

"Well… You already know where she is at the moment."

"Indeed." She cracked a smile. "And I have you to thank for that. And for what you just did moments ago. So much to thank you for…"

She slid forward and crawled up to me, her eyes daring and lidded.

"Perhaps… Perhaps I could return the favor. Do to you what Piper did on that fateful day. You seemed to enjoy it."

I blanched. "Um… well, yeah. She does that quite a bit. But are you sure you want to go through with that? Given what… happened?"

She frowned, but rested her hands on my thighs and slid them up until her chilly fingers began to brush my throbbing cock.

"Though it pains me to admit this, I found myself aroused at the sight. Under different circumstances, I would have undoubtedly pleasured myself, assuming I had the strength to not join the both of you. But more than that, when you finished… When Piper pressed her lips to mine and fed me your semen… I must admit, I enjoyed it far more than I should have. So now, I'd like to see what it's like to taste it from the source."

Rather than bothering to console her any further, I simply let out a sigh, raised my hands to her cheeks, and kissed her.

The breath she let out chilled my lips and nose. Despite that, her eyes brightened with a joy and warmth unbecoming of a snow goddess. At least from what little I'd heard about her.

Even as she pulled away, her eyes shimmered. Not once did they break my gaze as she lowered herself. Kiss upon dainty kiss she pressed to me. My neck. My shoulder. My chest. Down, down she went, fluttering delicate kisses down my body. That held true even as she reached my waist.

Without a word, she kissed all around my cock, though not quite touching it. The oxymoronic warmth of her eyes wavered as she finally took in the sight.

"Oh my…" She hesitated, glanced up to me, and smiled shyly. "The scent alone is enough to drive me mad. It's no wonder so many have fallen to you."

She took a deep whiff and shivered, pressing her thighs together.

"Perhaps… Perhaps I should take this slowly."

First she pressed soft kisses to my thighs. Just as delicate as before.

Then she dared to lick. Soft and subtle, she flicked out and about, circling around my inner thighs and pelvis. That little pink tongue of hers would be my undoing, and she was only getting started.

Eyes heavy and breaths heavier, she stopped licking my thighs. Finally, she turned her attention to my cock. One moment, she was licking her lips. The next, she grabbed my shaft in her cool hands, lifted it up, and slathered her tongue over my balls.

"That's it…"

Her face flushed, but she took the praise in stride. Round and round her tongue danced, circling and flitting over my balls. Only when they glistened in the pale light did she pause. Then she went up. Up, up, up she trailed, sliding her tongue along my throbbing shaft. She toyed with the head for a moment, dipping her tongue into the small drops of precum dribbling from the tip.

Once she flicked her tongue over that delicate spot under the head, I couldn't help but let out a short gasp. That hitch in my breath was all it took for her to find her favorite place to play with.

Much like Calypso, she focused her tongue on that little spot, forcing my sharp breaths into dull groans. All the while, she merely batted her eyes and smiled.

Her hands busied themselves with my shaft and balls. One caressed and fondled while the other twisted and stroked. Yet she kept up her task, lapping at my cockhead, and eventually swirling her tongue around it.

Like me, Khione couldn't seem to hold back her moans. With every few licks, she let out a soft sigh. Every time she circled my tip, she hummed in delight.

Both hands wrapped around my base, fingers interlaced. Every inch of cock still exposed found itself lathered over by her tongue. Feigning a schoolgirlish innocence, she kept her soft eyes open, staring into mine while she lapped and licked at what appeared to be her newest favorite treat.

She stroked my hard shaft, twisting her soft hand over it while the other dipped between her legs. Her tongue flicked over the tip of my head, dabbing up the last of the precum.

While she rubbed herself, the bliss of her cool skin worked wonders on my shaft. The sensations, so unlike anything I'd encountered so far, coiled around my spine, leaving me a groaning mess. Yet she simply relished in my pleasure, carefully stroking her hand back and forth.

Licking her lips, she pulled her hand to the base of my shaft and took my whole cock into her mouth.

"By the gods!"

Her eyes flickered up. She hummed in content, then slowly pulled me out of her mouth with a soft pop.

"Only one," she said. "And she really likes this." Once more she licked her lips. "I shouldn't like this so much. But the scent. The taste! The heat! It's all going straight to my head, and I just… just…"

Rather than keep talking, her voice trailed off. Eyes locked on my cock, she leaned forward and wrapped her lips around it. Her hands pressed against my thighs in an effort to keep herself steady, especially as the heat overwhelmed her senses.

Not that she was alone. I'll admit it. Her mouth was cold. Not uncomfortably so. And thankfully, not so much that it made me shrink. Gods, that would be embarrassing. But the icy chill of her mouth raced up my spine and would have made my knees buckle if I weren't already kneeling.

Like a proper sex goddess, she bobbed her head back and forth, taking my cock down her throat with ease every time. Chalk it up to not needing air, because I couldn't think of any other reason she could deepthroat me so easily.

Thankfully, she took it slow. Whereas Piper or even Katie would all but fuck their throats using my cock, Khione bobbed her head with a gentle, almost sluggish, pace. Granted, her pace didn't stop her from swallowing around my cock every time she brought her lips to the base.

"Mmmmpgh!"

Her eyes fluttered shut. Her supple breasts swayed with every bob of her head. Frosty trails marked the path of her fingers along my thighs.

I leaned back, bracing my hands on the floor. Head swaying, heart racing, I let myself relax into the wondrous pleasures of her mouth.

"That's it… Right there."

She took to stroking her hand along my thigh while the other cradled my balls. With every bob of her head, she moaned around my cock, nostrils flaring every time she bottomed out. My twitching cockhead twitched, lodged deep in her throat. Even worse was she pulled back, teasing her tongue over the tip, swirling around it in an almost playful fashion.

That tongue slipped between her parted lips as she stared up at me, panting. A thread of drool and precum bridged the gap between my cock and her tongue. And yet, she couldn't seem to give a care in the world for her less than elegant appearance. Rather, she focused herself on stroking her hand up and down my slick cock.

"Please. I covered your face. It's only fair that you cover mine."

Then she returned to bobbing her head again. And again. Her luscious mane of black hair bounced with the rhythm of her head.

Unlike before, she quickened her pace. Lips locked tightly around my cock, she slipped her finger between her legs once more, and kept her eyes locked with mine as her head moved back and forth.

Despite her elegance, her quick pace made her rather messy. Drool dripped down her chin. Some fell to the floor. Some dribbled down her breasts.

Or perhaps it was her active tongue that made such a mess. With every bob of her head, that slippery tongue of hers swirled, spun, and wrapped around my dick. And it most certainly made a beautiful mess of things.

She swayed with every bob of her head. A bit sluggish, but no less pleasurable. Especially with the way her body ebbed and flowed. Her sinuous body all but twisted under the pleasure she brought herself, from both her fingers buried in her wet pussy or my dick practically melting her brain.

Sweat trickled down her pale body. Shimmering. Glistening over her like diamonds. Dotting her slender neck. Down her supple breasts. Over her tight belly. She glimmered like a glacier under the northern lights.

Faster she went. Her hands braced against my thighs, one significantly wetter than the other. Both trembled under her quickened pace.

"Mmmmnph!"

In a last desperate gasp, she buried me down her throat. Pressed against my stomach, nose twitching from my musk, tongue lashing at my balls. Her cold throat swallowed and flexed around my cock, forcing me to buck my hips forward and all but fuck her face.

Then she pulled back, sucking down a sweet breath of air, and resumed bobbing at her rapid pace. Those soft lips of hers clamped around my cock as she worked faster and faster, hair flowing behind her like an inky river.

Pleasure crept up my back. Slowly, like frost coating a window, the bliss of Khione's mouth and throat coated every inch of my spine. As I let out my sigh of pleasure, I noticed I wasn't the only one having fun.

Drool continued spilling down her chin, more than before because of her fast pace. Her eyelids started to droop. And still, she sucked my cock like a professional whore, moaning in wanton desire; nothing like the reserved woman I'd come to know.

It was all too much. The pleasure. The cold. The softness of her lips. The silky wetness of her playful tongue. The coiling of her throat. Not to mention the image. To have such a refined and cold woman on her knees, pleasuring me in such a manner… Could anyone blame me for finally tipping over the edge?

"I'm cumming!"

She whipped her head back. With a soft slurp, my cock popped out of her mouth.

Eyes blank and drooping, she kept her mouth open, tongue hanging out. Her hands both rushed to my cock and stroked it rapidly.

Cum flooded out of my cockhead and splashed all over her delicate face. Across her lips. On her tongue. Her already pale features were painted white. All the while, she simply froze and moaned in delight.

"Sho mush!"

Mouth full, she babbled quietly to herself as I pumped the last spurts of my climax over her beautiful face. Semen drizzled down onto her breasts. Some of it even plastered one of her eyes shut.

Her hands pressed to her face once she knew I was done. Smearing. Lathering all of my cum into her skin. Her pussy practically exploded, dripping onto the floor.

"Mmmm! Sho… war…"

Once her hands were covered with cum, she began licking it up. In a matter of minutes, her palms and fingers were pristine. All of my cum vanished into her greedy little mouth, every drop gulped down by the cum drunk goddess.

"If…" She licked her lips. "If I were to ask for this again, would you think less of me?"

Even as unfocused as her eyes were, the clarity of her voice made it clear that she understood exactly what she was proposing.

"I don't think that'll be a problem." I forced a dry swallow, thankful to have caught my own breath.

"Good." She leaned forward and licked up the last bead of cum from my cock. "Why do you have to taste so good? Why can't you make it easy for me to reject you?"

She glanced up at me. Still covered in cum, the vulnerability on her face was almost laughable.

"I'm not sure you want the answer to that."

"Aphrodite?" she said, pulling back and wiping the cum off her breasts.

"... Yeah."

"Should have guessed." Her expression turned coy. "I suppose I'm now your dependent cumslut, like so many before me."

"Well… you don't have to be. No one is forcing you. Not after we're done here."

"On the contrary. I am not strong enough to resist the power of a goddess like Aphrodite. If she wants me to be your good little goddess to practice with, then I have very little say in the matter. Though I would only ask that you take care of me properly."

It was hard to concentrate on her words as she continued scooping up my cum and licking it off her fingers. Yet she continued talking on as if this were the most normal thing in the world. Though a soft glint in her eyes hinted at an underlying desire to tease me.

"Nevertheless, I believe we have to fully consummate this relationship before I am free of the curse."

"Yeah… well… That might take some time. My recovery is improving, but unless you have some special powers I don't know about, I won't be ready to go for a bit."

She put on a thoughtful expression. "Well… I could freeze the blood in your cock to keep you hard, but that sounds rather unpleasant." She shrugged. "I guess it's good that the others are still hours away. I imagine we'll have plenty of time."

"... True." I gulped. Khione was becoming insatiable.

"Before that though, perhaps another bath is in order? I'd love to keep kissing you, but I don't imagine you'd enjoy my sullied face and lips."

I chuckled. "Sexy as you look covered in my cum, yeah, I'd rather not go tasting myself. More for those who seem to enjoy it."

She smirked. "So I thought. That said, if you would permit me, with a snap of my fingers, I could have my mouth and body clean and fresh, and send your seed somewhere much more preferential."

"Um… Sure?"

With a grin, she snapped her fingers. Not only did my cum vanish from her face, but the sweat coating our bodies vanished as well. Both of us were perfectly clean.

"Mmm." She rubbed her stomach. "I love the way your warmth blossoms in my belly. I can't wait to find out how it feels in my womb."

I raised an eyebrow. "And our sweat?"

"In the baths in the next room." She waved her hand dismissively. "I may enjoy the smell and taste of your sweat in small amounts, but even I have limits."

With a grin, she prowled forward, and leaned against me. Her soft hand trailed down my stomach and began fondling my cock.

"And on the note of limits, why don't we discover what yours are? I have no intention of leaving this room with us unsatisfied."

I returned her grin. "Good. Neither do I."

Without another word, I wrapped both hands around her head and pulled her in for a kiss.

Fifteen minutes. That's how long it took. Fifteen minutes, laying on my back. Khione had long since straddled me, grinding her body along mine. Not once did she let my cock go untouched. Whether with her hands or her dripping wet vulva, she made sure I had constant stimulation.

"That's much better," she said, grinning ear to ear. "Why don't you show me exactly what you can do?"

My hands snaked around her and grabbed her supple buttocks. "Dangerous request for someone who's been grinding on me for a while."

A dainty kiss pressed to my cheek, followed by a nip at my earlobe. "Pent up? Lots of sexual frustration after such a short time? You can't even begin to understand my struggle."

"Maybe we can help each other out then."

"Perhaps." She leaned back, nibbling her lip. "We both could do with another release. So perhaps we can help one another let go of our frustrations."

My hands rested on her hips, pushing and pulling as her pussy slipped over my cock and balls.

"You went longer than I did," I said, sighing softly. "Why don't you just lie back, relax, and let me show you a good time?"

"I like the sound of that." She pondered for a few seconds, licking her lips. "Very well."

She rolled her hips off me and leaned back on her towel once more. A salacious smile adorned her lips.

"Take me."

No need to tell me twice!

Legs spread wide and up in the air, Khione offered nothing more than a smile as I approached. That bare pussy of hers was a thing of beauty, glistening and delicious. Truly one only a goddess could bear.

She wiggled her hips as I knelt between her legs. No complaint left her mouth as I pushed back on her calves. Not even as I folded her in half and pressed her ankles up to her shoulders. All she could offer me was a soft whimper. She even grabbed her own legs and held them up for me, not that she would need to stay that way for long.

It didn't help that her attention was focused solely on my cock. She stared down at it between our bodies. What started as seductive wiggling was quickly replaced by a shudder. Especially when I rubbed my dick against her.

Even as I rubbed the head against her slick pussy lips, she didn't say anything. No last ditch effort to stop me. No demands I move faster. Not as I pushed her legs flush against her body. She may have leaned up to kiss me, but she never said anything. Not even as I leaned over her, and thrust inside.

"Hmmph!"

Nirvana. She was cold. I'll admit that much. Cold, wet, soft, and tight. A shiver trailed up my back as I slowly pushed into her.

Nevertheless, her soft whimpers spurred my movements. Slowly I pushed myself as far in as I could go. Buried to the hilt, I groaned, cock twitching, resisting the urge to shiver. Just as slowly, I pulled out, slipping free.

Once more, she whimpered. Eyes wide, she rolled her hips forward, desperately trying to get me back inside.

With a grin, I brushed the tip of my penis against her slit. I even popped the head in and circled it for a moment, and slipped back out.

She continued to whine, wiggling fruitlessly to get me inside of her. Due to her legs' position, she couldn't wrap them around me. So instead she went for her arms, and slipped them behind my back.

"Please."

Powerless to resist that innocent expression of hers, I pumped myself back inside of her. She yelped, shivered, and bit down on her lip. A delirious smile adorned her face. Held in place, her whole body quivered.

Every ridge pulled and tugged, refusing to let me go as I slid out. And with every slam of our hips, juices spilled out of her quim.

Despite her efforts, her feet swayed in time with every thrust. Her hands abandoned my back, threading her fingers into the towel as she wriggled beneath me. Every pump of my cock into her pussy left her gripping the soft fabric more and more tightly. The threads threatened to rip under the strain.

"By the… Fates!" she groaned. "So… hot!"

I sped up my thrusts, pounding her past the point of submission. Through the shuddering, quivering mess she'd become, she drunkenly smiled. The hard impacts bruised her thighs. Her buttocks. Her pussy. Anything that my onslaught could reach.

Long since past the point of squealing anything of sense, she continued to howl and moan, urging me on to go harder. Faster. Every moan was music to my ears. And driven on we were by the beat of our slapping skin.

Wet shlicking sharply echoed in the small room. The deeper into her pussy I thrust, the wetter the sound. The more juices splashed. The more she writhed and screamed.

"Y—yes!" she cried. "Fuck me! Master! Fuck me!"

I grabbed her legs and pushed down on her, all but folding her in half. My own legs spread to balance me. From the new angle, I fucked her nubile body into the ground.

Her hands scrambled to hold onto anything. Me. The towel. Her hair. Out and about they thrashed until I hit her soft spot, at which point she went rigid. That tight pussy of hers clamped down on me every time I brushed her g-spot. But even her grip couldn't stop me from pulling out only to ram into her again and again.

Sweat trickled down our bodies. Juices splashed out onto the towel. A small flurry of snow kicked up around us. Not nearly enough to be uncomfortable, but plenty enough to keep me cool. Not that it helped Khione.

She practically melted beneath me.

Wordlessly, she tried to pick her head up and look down at where our bodies connected. All she could see was the length of my sweaty body slapping against hers. Not bothering to ask permission, I dipped my head down to meet hers and kissed her.

"Mmmmm!"

Sweat and snow trickled down my back. Her soft lips and desperate moans spurred me to move even faster. More and more until my hips blurred into hers, my cock pounding its shape permanently into her soft pussy.

She slid her hands up my back, digging her nails into my skin. A soft nip at my lip stayed my thrusts for a moment. But she wouldn't let me go. Rather, she suckled my tongue, nibbling at it. Hazy lust clouded her eyes.

I returned threefold, sliding out and pounding into her harder than ever. Over and over, I pumped into her. Muscles tired. Eyes heavy. Our towel slid across the floor under the strain of my thrusts. And all she could do was quiver, moan, and kiss me like her life depended on it.

Her body began to twitch. Unsteady. From her uncoordinated tongue tickling my lips to her frenetic hands desperately latching onto anything. Her feet wobbled by her head, locked in place by my body.

Perhaps I could have gone faster in the water. Lasted longer. But even on land, I made sure the goddess of snow would never forget who owned her. Every smack of our lips, every slap of our skin, every moan she let out; all of it made clear who she belonged to.

When her body locked in place and a deep chill set into my bones, I braced myself. An airy scream rushed out of her lungs. Once more, her hair went white. Her eyes brightened to a vibrant glacial blue. The grip of her pussy tightened down on me despite her practically spraying the towel with her juices.

Could anyone blame me for not lasting forever?

I bottomed out inside of her, buried to the hilt as euphoria overwhelmed me. Boiling, bubbling cum pumped deep into her womb. Even then, rope upon pearly rope spurted inside of her until it squeezed out between us and leaked out onto the towel.

"S— so… so hot!"

Her whole body shivered as I pumped the last of my cum inside of her. My own groans matched hers, both of us overwhelmed by the pleasure. The heat. The cold. The fluttering and twitching of my cock and her pussy.

I practically collapsed on top of her, trapping her svelte figure under my sweaty body. Both of us let out sighs of relief, sopping wet, sticky, and more than ready for another dip in the baths.

The least I could do was pull out of her, but she slipped her arms around my back and held me in place.

"Wait." She panted. "Just… just leave it in… a little longer." A soft shiver shook her body. "You're… so… so…"

She trailed off, brown eyes rolling up. Her head fell back, hair back to its original black silkiness.

Chuckling to myself, I sucked in a few gasps of sweet, dry air, and pulled out of her. I shivered, shaking the snow off my back, pressed a kiss to her forehead, and scooped up her unconscious body.

Back into the ice bath we went. Though it took a few minutes, Khione let out a soft hum, and stirred from her sleep. I imagine she wasn't too disappointed to wake up in my arms with her head on my chest.

"So… I now officially belong to you."

I grimaced.

There goes enjoying the moment…

"At least you don't have to worry about the curse."

"Make no mistake, I'm not complaining." She twisted around, straddling my lap. "On the contrary, this has been more exciting than anything I could have imagined even a year ago."

"But you still have a problem with not being free."

"Of course I do. I imagine almost everyone would. There are worse circumstances for sure, but you can't deny that they could be much better as well." She leaned forward, a conflicted grin on her lips. "Though I would still like to take up your offer about exploring the world to use my powers someday." She pecked my cheek.

I snorted. "Let's at least find somewhere to live first. We can make a point of that when winter comes."

She hummed into my neck. "By the way, could we… could we keep the whole 'master' thing between us? I'd rather keep what little pride I have left."

I quirked an eyebrow. "I haven't said anything about anyone else. Why would I tell anyone about what we do?"

She blushed. "Fair."

The next few minutes passed in silence. Both of us regained our strength from the bath, whether from the water or the cold.

"All things considered," she mumbled, curling up against my chest, "this is rather nice. Not the circumstances I would have liked, but nice."

"Um… Thanks? Happy to help."

She deadpanned, staring up at me. "Here I am, freshly fucked by one of the most sought after heroes of the age. A man I will spend the rest of eternity with. His skills far exceed my expectations. He's kind enough to take things at my pace. And when all is said and done, rather than leave me an unconscious pile on the floor, he holds me in his arms and cuddles with me while I regain my strength. Sure, I would rather pretend that your temper is nothing more than a bad dream, but let me take my victories where I can."

I snorted. "You won't get any complaints out of me. We can work on the whole bad dream issue later though."

"Certainly," she replied with a smile. "Feel free to join my bed whenever you wish. I'm certain I can keep you cool on these sweltering summer nights. For now though…" She dipped under the water and burst out in a cascade of sleet and snow. "All clean."

"Pity. I kind of liked the idea of washing you myself."

"Oh, we'll have ample opportunities for that." She licked her lips. "As I understand it, we still have some more hours to spare until the others arrive."

"Perks of a cross-country trip," I said, smirking.

"Exactly. And I can think of a few things I'd like to try with you before then. For example, I could do with another warm drink…"

I sighed. "You're going to suck my soul out at this rate."

"Then I'll be as gentle about it as I can. Simply lay back on that towel and I'll take care of you."

Not bothering to slow us down any longer, I pulled myself out of the ice bath and took my position on the towel. A small part of me questioned if it was such a good idea to keep going with Khione, given Aphrodite's little gift to me. Perhaps as a goddess, Khione could resist her influence? Though she did already say otherwise…

"For the record," she continued. "I know very well how this will affect me. Perhaps your love goddess may have taken hold, but I honestly don't care. I've spent millennia isolated from the world, and I intend to savor this moment for as long as possible."

She kneeled between my legs and began stroking my still flaccid cock. Though it took a few more minutes longer than before, she managed to eventually get me ready for our next round.

"Wonderful."

Lips parted, she leaned down to take me in her mouth again, but I rested a hand on her head to stop her. She grunted in surprise.

"If you get to enjoy a warm drink, it's only fair I get to enjoy a nice cool refreshing one on this hot summer day."

She smirked. "And how do you expect to— Ah!"

Without a word, I picked her up, spun her around, and leaned back. Before she could muster a reply, both of us were staring at one another's genitals.

Unlike her, I wasted no time in digging in. Her wet lips parted easily, fluttering around my tongue. True to her word, she was completely spotless. Not a drop of evidence from what we'd been up to for the past couple hours.

"By the Fates!"

Not one to be outdone, she took a moment to collect herself. Then her cold tongue slipped out and stroked over my dick. Seconds later, she slid me into her mouth and began to suck.

A/N - And now I proceed to blue ball you while Percy continues getting his drained. Though... if that wasn't enough for you, you might want to see a doctor.

Those who have stuck by me for a while know my personal and professional life is... a mess, to say the least. These upcoming weeks may end up getting messier for me. I may end up moving again. May end up making some extreme career changes. And that's the best case scenario for me. I may start moving up in the world. But who knows. I may still find myself stuck working grunt jobs that leave me drained of all life. Wish me luck!

Back to the story; Khione has officially had her permafrost cracked. And what a way to go! I think I can safely call this the longest Khione lemon currently on fanfiction, but feel free to correct me if that isn't the case. Either way, she's sure to feel that the next morning. And I certainly hope you didn't work too hard while reading this...

But I digress. This chapter was a painful joy to write, and we still have much further to go. Hope you all enjoyed it. Leave a review. Join the Discord (maybe we'll eventually reach two thousand members!). Maybe become a patron on P atreon if you'd like some benefits, including early access to the chapters. Any way you can relay your thoughts about the chapter, be my guest! This is Ronin signing off.