Annabeth Takes Me On a Memory Trip

"Seriously? The whole bottle?"

"I'm serious!" Annabeth laughed. "Every drop."

"Wow. I'm never going to underestimate a mime again."

Annabeth laid back on the bed, her head resting on my lap. We spent the past ten minutes or so touching on some of the basics, trying to piece together the puzzle of my missing memories. So of course we started with my strongest, our trip to Paris.

"We really should see if we can work up another favor from Hermes. Next time we could try something really out there. Japan maybe?"

"New Zealand is always a nice option. Ooh, I've always wanted to see the Taj Mahal!"

I laughed. "If you happen to make Hermes' temple anytime soon, make sure he can't resist but offer a favor or two. Then we'll see about trying those."

A comfortable silence passed between us both, one that slowly grew less comfortable from Annabeth's growing frown.

"Is anything coming back to you?"

I shook my head. "For what it's worth, I'm still enjoying this. It's nice to just slow down every now and then."

"Yeah…" She grimaced. "Still sucks though. It would have been nice if the queen bitch would have left you alone."

Thunder rumbled.

"Bite me!"

"Well, since you asked so nicely…"

She giggled in response to my efforts to nip at her ear. Of course, that turned into a sharp gasp when I succeeded.

"You brat!"

"I'm not the one throwing fits," I replied, giving her a smug grin.

She stuck out her tongue.

I simply ignored her and stroked her golden curls.

"Hmm. You know… the worst part is she just had to take that memory."

"Our first time?"

She nodded. "Of course, having tasted what it's like to get royally screwed up by her, it doesn't exactly surprise me."

"Doesn't help that we haven't had much time to ourselves either. According to Gwen, that's what triggered Jason's memory returning."

"So in other words, I've been failing in my responsibilities as your girlfriend lately."

"Hey! None of that. You've been doing just fine. How many girls can say they helped their boyfriend save the world?"

"Yeah, yeah. But you get my point. Instead of going on dates, we'd go fight monsters. Instead of spending evenings together, I'm off redesigning Olympus. Instead of supporting you and loving you as much as I can, I get pitted against you and put you through probably the worst experiences a person can endure."

"I don't know, the arai were pretty bad."

"Oh, gods. I wish Hera could remove that memory."

"That's besides the point. This isn't your fault."

"I'm not saying it is. It's just irritating that we lost so much time together. Gods, six months, and even after we find each other, the best we could do was sleep together in some stables. And not even the good type of sleeping together."

I shrugged. "We could always give that another shot. Maybe that'll trigger something."

"Maybe…" She blushed, shifting her head slightly in my lap. "You know the worst part about you not remembering our first time?"

"I can think of a few things."

She leaned back, arching her neck and staring me right in the eyes. "Cute. But I guarantee you, all of those are wrong." She slid back into place and sighed. "The worst part is that it started almost exactly like this. We were in this exact position."

If she had said this even a week ago, I probably would have blushed. Maybe even jumped back and shouted something intelligent like "what are you talking about?!" But after everything we'd been through lately, it'd take more than some sex talk to make me blush.

"Tell me about it."

She smirked. "It was at camp. Nine days after our date in Paris."

"Really? I would have expected us to do something while we were there."

"Oh, I was tempted. Gods, that suit on you just… Mmm. I wanted to rip off our clothes and let you do whatever you wanted to me."

"But…?"

"But we were on a time limit. Only had the one day, and lots of places to see."

"Of course."

She playfully slapped my thigh. "Anyways, it was late at night at camp. Gods, it had to have been like midnight. Chiron let me stay up late in the Big House for a while. Extra time for me to work on plans and such. And he gave me a pass so the patrol harpies wouldn't attack me for being out late."

"Probably a good idea."

She shrugged. "Occupational hazard, I guess. Well, I just finished up working out the plans for the Muses. Gods, they were fun to work with. Seriously, Terpsichore was actually a lot of help with the hallways. Oh! And Clio was really interesting! Did you know that—"

"Annabeth."

She flushed. "Right. Thanks for catching me. Anyway, so I went back to my cabin. Everyone was asleep obviously. And who would happen to be there waiting for me but you?"

Despite my inability to remember, I absolutely gave her the most smug smile I could pull off.

"Of course I was."

She snorted. "Yeah. A blanket in one hand. A pack of Coke in another. Honestly, after so many long days, I was glad for the break. I tried brushing you off, but of course, you didn't listen. Instead, you just dragged me out to the beach."

"What can I say? It's a nice spot."

"It's also a long walk. Especially after such a long day."

I raised an eyebrow.

"Fine! It was nice, I'll admit. I may have been a bit irritable. Not that you let that fly. We spent a while there. Just sitting. Talking. I started getting tired, so I decided to use you as my pillow."

"Like now?"

She nodded. "Exactly like this. That's about when it all started. You started playing with my hair. Nothing extreme. Just bouncing it a bit. Twirling it in your finger. Then you went and scratched over my scalp. After that… well… you started massaging my head."

"Is that so?" I stopped my fingers in their path, which were doing exactly as she described. "Where exactly was I rubbing?"

She flushed and bit her lip. Without saying a word, she turned her head to the side and brushed her hair behind her ear.

Not a breath later, I brushed my fingers over that very spot.

"Nnnh." She whimpered. "Y—yeah. Just like that."

"Keep going. What happened next?"

Her blood began rushing to her face, but she took a deep breath and collected herself. Though she never tried to pull away from my touch.

"At… at first, nothing. I was trying to keep calm. But I couldn't help it. I may have… you know… moaned."

"There's nothing to be shy about. You sound great when you moan."

Her eyes went wide for a moment. Though she tried to hide it, she rubbed her thighs together. And yes. She moaned again.

"Gods, you're the worst, Seaweed Brain."

"Then I'll just have to show you my best. Come on." I slid my free hand down the side of her face, brushed over her neck, and slipped it under her shirt. "Keep the story going."

She brought her hands up and pulled at the fabric of my pants. "Don't get… too cocky. You must have liked what you heard. I was still laying on your lap, and it was really difficult not to notice how hard you became. Just like now."

I didn't even have the shame to bother acting flustered.

"Can you blame me?" I slipped my hand under her bra and cupped her breast. "Look at yourself!"

"Right…" She did everything she could to hold back a moan, but that was all for nothing when she announced herself by unbuttoning and unzipping her shorts. "Well… I moved my head around a bit. I wasn't sure how to respond. I hadn't planned for things to go like that. But… then your smell hit me like a tidal wave."

I hesitated. "Did I not shower or something? Talk about a mood killer…"

"No! That's not what I meant! Fuck… It's just… Dear gods. There's just something about your natural pheromones. They're irresistible! I may have been a bit turned on at first, but once I got a whiff of you, my panties were soaked."

"Like they are now?" I nodded towards her jean shorts, which shone a dark wet patch. Granted, her playing with herself likely wasn't helping.

She nodded, panting. "Gods, I wanted to suck your dick so badly right then and there. I wanted you to just throw me down and rail me!"

"You?" I tugged at her nipple. "Control freak that you are, and you wanted me to just take you?"

"Yes! Fuck, yes! It's stressful always being in control." Her eyes went wide, and she clamped both hands over her mouth. "I… I mean… You didn't hear anything."

Little did she realize she played right into my hands. I slid my hand down the side of her face and took her hand in it. Namely, the one soaked in her juices.

"Don't you da—" She sucked in a sharp breath when I licked her finger clean, savoring her lemony honey taste.

"Keep going," I said. "No need to stop on my account."

Her eyes darkened. "We… uh… I mean… I almost started taking your clothes off right then and there. But then the patrol harpies came around again. So we had to rush back to the cabins."

"Figures," I scoffed. "Leave it to them to ruin the good part."

"Yeah, well… I wasn't exactly thinking straight. I went with you… to your cabin."

"Oh?" I guided her only uncleaned finger towards her lips. She didn't even hesitate to suck it clean. "Do tell."

"Yeah… We were both pretty flustered. Adrenaline was high. You offered me to stay until the patrol finished with their round. I still had my invisibility cap at the time, so I could have left whenever. But I really didn't want to."

"Bad girl." I guided her hand back down between her legs. She didn't resist, and used her other hand to pull her shorts and panties down over her hips. "So what did you do?"

"Where did you get all this confidence from?" Her eyes fluttered shut. "Gods, it's fucking hot. I… uh… I didn't do much. I said sure. Tried cooling off using your little fountain. But I stumbled a bit and soaked my shirt. You made a smart comment about how you could dry me off."

"Wow… Dense even when I basically had you on a silver platter."

She smirked despite her heavy breathing. A soft groan escaped her throat as I squeezed her breast.

"Y—yeah… So… so I decided to just give you the opening you needed. I… I told you… Hnnng!"

Then the flood hit me, and I'm not talking about the one between her legs.

"You told me 'you wouldn't say that if you realized how wet you made me.'"

She came. Her body tensed and arched under our combined touch. Eyes staring right up at me, mouth just as wide open. Honestly, if I could replay that moment for the rest of eternity, I would.

Despite gasping for breath and going limp as a boned fish, she did all she could to keep our eyes locked.

"You… you remember!"

I did. And I couldn't even answer her as it all came back.

That night. We didn't even have a chance to make it to the bed. We tore our clothes off and fucked on the floor… Then we used the fountain. Then the wall.

Many many memories rushed back. Some tender. Some aggravating. Some erotic. Lots of laughter. Plenty of love. And more moans than I could comprehend.

"Fuck, Seaweed Brain! Just warn me next time."

She coughed up some cum into her hand. It was my first blowjob, and I didn't realize how quickly I'd finish. She cleaned her hands off with a nearby towel, but the stray drops around her mouth were like my own personal little mark on her.

A short haze, but more than enough for me to understand it.

"Repeat after me: 'Sunbeam, of all that ever dawned upon our seven-gated Thebes, the brightest ray, 0h eye of golden day…'"

I hated literature classes. Sure, I loved the instructor. But dear gods, she was ruthless! Seriously, why was Antigone at all relevant?

"This still gives me a headache, you realize that right?"

"Suck it up, Seaweed Brain." She smirked. "We still have a few hundred lines to go."

A flash of mist and it was gone, breaking way to something far more glorious.

"Have you… hah… have you thought about… Oh, gods. Any new positions?"

She was riding me. Her tight pussy rippled as she rocked back and forth. Short gasps punctuated almost every word she said; and watching her chest rise and fall with every glorious breath made me harder than ever.

"I can think of a few," I grunted and lunged forward.

"Your jokes are pretty bad." The next memory dropped on me like a brick to the head. "Maybe you should stick to fighting monsters."

"So says the girl without a sense of humor! My jokes are the best!"

She gasped and crossed her arms with a scoff. "I do too have a sense of humor."

I grinned. "Prove it."

Her eyes glinted as the Ares cabin went over to the showers after training. "I think I'll take a quick trip to the forge. Grab a wrench and screwdriver…"

The scene melted away.

"Yes! Oh, gods! Oh go—ff!"

She was on her elbows and knees. Her beautiful golden ass rippled slightly with every slap of our hips. I wasn't gentle with her, shoving her face into the bedsheets to quiet her. A brief spray against my balls told me exactly how much she liked it.

I grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked her back.

"Percy!" She quivered. "Hah… harder!"

I blinked. Annabeth was staring up at me, twitching slightly. Despite her body fighting her to not move, she tried pulling herself up, eyes full of concern.

"I… remember."

I didn't have a chance to say another word before she pulled me into a hug.

"I won't ask you to elaborate. Gods only know what you'd focus on." She smiled knowingly. "But if it's true, then I'm glad to have you back. All of you."

"Well, now that you mention it…" I returned her smile with a guileful one of my own. "There seem to be a lot of things you liked. Care to give them a try?"

"Already?! You haven't even had your memories back for one minute and you're already trying to get in my panties?"

I smirked. "I am my father's son."

"You don't need to remind me," she groaned. "I could barely walk after I unleashed the monster that is your sex drive."

My smirk vanished. "I didn't hurt you, did I?"

"A bit…" She sighed. "Look, I'm not going to lie, a small, tiny part of me is glad to have this harem. You've got a much higher sex drive than me. Pretty sure we can thank our parents for that. And even though I'd thought about bringing another girl in to help you out, I doubt I'd have ever acted on that, even if I had to spend the rest of my life taking ambrosia just to keep my insides intact."

"What?!"

"Shhh. Look, don't worry about it. It's not really a concern anymore."

"Not a concern? If I was hurting you—"

"What part of 'it's not a concern' did you not get? I don't have to worry about keeping up with you now. Gods know I want to most of the time, but I have my limits."

"So… you're happy with the harem?"

"Sort of? Obviously, I don't like the idea of sharing you around, but I've tried to reframe it in a way that works for me."

I crossed my arms. "That's a little hard to imagine."

"I'm serious! Think about it, I've got the number one most sought after demigod alive today as my boyfriend. Of course I'd have to deal with competition. But with this harem, that makes things so much easier. I know exactly who we're dealing with. And honestly, most of them I can approve of." She grinned slyly. "And knowing that you're ruining them makes me really excited."

I leaned back. "Who are you, and what did you do with Annabeth?"

She rolled her eyes, hesitated, then took a breath. "Percy, I'm going to ask you something, and I promise it's not going to go anywhere."

"Okay?"

"There's no delicate way to put this, but here it is. Who's your favorite?"

"You know I can't answer that. You know that's a dangerous question."

"I do. And I got the answer I was expecting." She hung her head. "It's not me."

"Wait, I didn't—"

"It's fine. I expected that honestly. And I don't care what it takes. I'm going to earn my spot back. I'll show everyone why I'm the one who gets to stand beside you. Why I'm your number one."

"But you don't—"

"I don't expect you to get it, but there is some competition among us girls. They're waiting for me to slip up. Waiting to take my place. Calypso and I are on better terms, but I have no doubt that she'd take the opportunity in a heartbeat."

"I don't think that'll be a concern."

"Maybe, maybe not. But either way, I'm securing my spot. Doesn't matter what it takes. More kegel exercises and squats. Blowjob lessons from Palírroia. Hades, start tying me up if that's what it takes."

"Something tells me that the last one isn't for my pleasure."

"You're missing the point. I can deal with this harem under one condition. One frame of mind. I'm your number one. I will not let anyone else do a better job than me. You can ruin all of them, and I've seen enough of your handiwork to know that. But I want to be the only one who can leave you the same way you leave them. No. I will be the only one who leaves you like that. I don't know how long it'll take. I don't know how far I have to go, but I'll make sure there's not a girl here who can take my place."

"You don't have to go very far for that," I said. "You're already irreplaceable."

"That's a sweet sentiment, Seaweed Brain. Really, it is. But I'm running against goddesses, daughters of Aphrodite, and sex slaves who would all but kill themselves if you asked them to."

"You do realize there's more to offer than sex, right?"

"Why yes. As a matter of fact, I do. And I will be offering plenty. But given we're dealing with a harem, that's a field I need to work especially hard on. I'm not there yet, but I will be one day."

Her serious expression slipped into a more playful one. "Until then, I'll enjoy watching you ruin the other girls for anyone else."

KNOCK! KNOCK!

The door cracked open, and in popped the face of Drew, who very obviously noticed Annabeth's bare butt in my lap.

"Is everyone coming back?" I asked.

"No, hon. They still have quite a while until they'll want to leave." She hesitated. "I just wanted to take you up on your offer from earlier today."

Annabeth raised her eyebrow. "You haven't had your turn yet?"

Drew shook her head.

Annabeth turned to me with a devious smile. "I'll prove how serious I am."

She fluidly leaned back and slipped off her shorts and panties, taking care to leave them on my lap. Rolling over, she crooked her finger at Drew and beckoned her forward.

"Come in."

Hesitant, Drew listened, closing the door behind her. She shifted her weight back and forth, not quite looking in our direction.

"Can we make this a little more private?"

"Nope." Annabeth rolled off the bed. "You lost that opportunity by now. Should have worked smarter to climb in bed with him earlier."

"I did!" she argued, blatantly avoiding Annabeth's smirk as she finished undressing herself. "But instead, everyone else got in the way!"

"Really?" Annabeth prowled over to her. "From what I heard, you've been trying to scheme your way to the top, trying to supplant me. Doesn't seem like someone understands the game, despite how hard you're trying to play it."

She circled Drew, who shied away from her every step.

"But I think it's about time you understood your place. Strip."

Eyes wide, Drew recoiled. "What?!"

Annabeth cupped her chin and tilted her head back, forcing Drew to look her in the eyes. "Strip," she said softly.

Drew gulped and pulled back from Annabeth's dangerously gentle touch. Her eyes fell on me, but I didn't offer a word of rebuttal. With a shaky breath, she reached for the hem of her shirt and peeled it over her head. A lacy black and red bra hugged her chest.

"Slowly," Annabeth said. "And sway your hips a little bit. Give your master a show he can enjoy."

"I'm not a stripper—"

In a blink, Annabeth slipped her hand over Drew's mouth. "You are whatever we say you are. Or do you not want to get fucked?"

Drew muttered a muffled reply, but unbuttoned her pants and slid them over her hips. Who would have guessed that what she had underneath was a matching lacy black and red thong?

"Much better." She grabbed Drew's shoulders and turned her back to me. "You need to show what you have. It's no fun if he can't see anything."

I couldn't make out Drew's expression, but she bent over and wiggled her butt back and forth for a moment. Annabeth gave it a rub. Drew's breath hitched, and she jumped away. Or tried to at least. But Annabeth simply grabbed hold of her hands and placed them back on her tight pants.

"Remember what I said. Slowly."

Drew cursed under her breath, but listened to her orders. Swaying her hips, she peeled her pants down to her ankles and stepped out of them, kicking off her shoes in the process.

"Good girl. Now the rest."

Grimacing, Drew slipped off her socks and unclipped her bra in a split second. Annabeth didn't like that.

"What part of slowly didn't you understand?"

SMACK!

Drew squeaked and jumped away from Annabeth. My golden bride glared at our would-be exotic dancer, who was rubbing her backside.

Annabeth took a step forward and turned Drew's butt towards me. Rather than let Drew take off her own clothes, she bent her over and peeled back the thong herself. Ever so slowly did she pull the lacy piece of fabric away, over her ample butt, down her supple thighs, and past her elegant feet.

"Was that so hard?" She righted Drew back into place, standing her up with her hands held behind her head. "Now, let's get a good look at you."

Drew took special care not to look at either of us. All the while, Annabeth circled her like a lioness toying with her prey. Every now and then, she touched Drew in one way or another. Squeezing her arm. Stroking her neck. Cupping her breast. Pinching her butt. Eventually, it escalated to her running her hand down to Drew's mons, which the daughter of Aphrodite obviously did not appreciate.

"Do you mind?"

Annabeth simply smirked. "Not at all. Honestly, I like what I see. In fact…" She hugged Drew from behind, one hand groping her breast while the other rubbed her stomach. "Gods, with a body like this, it's a wonder that you haven't been put in your place yet."

Her hands roamed lower until she reached her waist, at which point, she knelt down and spun Drew around.

"Look at her. This flawless porcelain skin. The delicate flare of these hips. This ripe bubble butt. Don't you realize? She's perfect breeding stock."

Drew squawked in indignation and tried writhing out of her grip.

Tempted as I may have been to question her outlandish statement, the playful wink she gave me settled my nerves. She was simply playing a role. Granted, Drew didn't know that. So I decided to play along.

"She's definitely tempting."

Drew huffed. "I'm not some brood mare!"

"Really?" Annabeth raised her eyebrow. "You certainly parade around like one."

She went red in the face. "I… I don't…"

"Don't worry," Annabeth said. "We'll make sure this body you've taken such exquisite care of is put to good use."

No sooner did she say that before gliding her hand up between Drew's thighs, and gliding her fingertips over her vulva.

"Hey! Watch it!"

"Someone likes what they hear," Annabeth said, ignoring Drew's outburst. "You're already leaking."

"Am not!"

Without skipping a beat, Annabeth stood and shoved her two wet fingers into Drew's mouth.

"Really? Then what's this." She leaned in and lowered her voice. "Better get used to tasting yourself. Better learn to savor it because I'm sure you'll spend a lot of time sucking it off of your master's dick."

Drew pulled back, spitting out her fingers. "Listen here, bitch, if I have to do that, then fine. But I'm not here to get fucked by you, so take a walk!"

"Oh, this little slut has some fight in her. That's okay."

She snatched Drew's wrist and spun her around, locking her arm behind her back. All Drew could do was squeal and wiggle around.

"I'm not a slut! And I'm not into girls either, so let me go already!"

"Really?" Annabeth lowered her free hand, pulled open Drew's legs, and splayed her pussy lips. "How wet you are says otherwise. Unless…" Her eyes widened in realization, before shimmering along with her wicked grin. "You're getting off from being degraded, aren't you? You like getting put in your place."

Drew didn't dignify that with an answer, and instead tried pulling away from Annabeth's ironclad grip.

"Stop struggling and I'll let you go."

She continued struggling.

SMACK!

"Eep!"

This slap landed right on her pussy, which, despite her shocked expression, resulted in a very slight squirt.

"You masochistic little slut." Annabeth gasped in awe. "You really are getting off from this."

"Stop calling me a slut! I'm still a virgin, you bitch! If I'm a slut, what does that make you?!"

Annabeth snorted. "You? A virgin? Please."

"If I want to attract the best, I need to be the best I can. It's called sexual market value, hon. Percy here was the most sought after person in camp. Who's more likely to get him; some loose dryad ran through by fifty satyrs, one of my sisters, some of whom have fucked the entire Hermes cabin, or me, a prime selection, who kept herself fresh, tight, and supple just for him?"

Annabeth actually looked impressed. "And where did I fit in this little scheme of yours? It's kind of hard to replace someone who went through the end of the world with him… twice."

"I was still working on that," she grumbled. "If not for you, I'd have him eating out the palm of my hand. Or more accurately, eating out from between my legs."

That actually broke Annabeth, who howled with laughter. "You do realize he's gone down on almost every girl here, right? Most of them wouldn't stop talking about it. You're not exactly exclusive."

"Maybe not, but if this harem never happened, that wouldn't matter anyways."

"So what, you're just going to steal him away from me? How? You couldn't even please him better than I could."

"I've had plenty of toys to practice on. You were just his to practice on until he was ready for me."

That was evidently not the correct thing to say.

SMACK!

Drew hopped forward, jumping away from Annabeth.

"Funny," she said, her voice steely cold. "Now you are his to practice on."

Drew never had a chance to run. In seconds, Annabeth had both of her arms locked behind her back and marched her towards our bed. If Drew's blanched expression was anything to go by, she realized in that moment, she fucked up.

"Bend over," she whispered, her voice barely reaching my ears. "And unless you want the whole camp to hear you scream, I'd keep your face down in the covers."

Pale and perspiring, Drew wriggled in Annabeth's grip. After realizing there was no escaping this, she gulped and leaned over the bed, pressing her face in the covers and leaving her shivering butt exposed to anything Annabeth planned for her. Annabeth held her firmly in place and raised her hand to strike.

"Wait," I said.

Annabeth hesitated, and with a glance, she took notice of me shaking my head. Clenching her hand in a fist, she took a deep breath and let it go. She stepped back from Drew.

"Let me take care of her."

Drew, whose face was still buried, quivered.

As I stepped behind her, I shared a quick hushed conversation with Annabeth.

"That's enough spanking."

"But she—"

"I know. I'll take care of it… in my own way."

Pouting, Annabeth took my place at the head of the bed and watched on as I approached Drew from behind and rested my hands on her hips. Despite the fact that this was supposed to be a punishment, Drew hummed in delight and wiggled her hips. Soft skin rippled under my touch. I couldn't help it. I had to cop a feel.

"Mmm!"

Even through the covers, her moans cut cleanly through the silent room. Not that I minded. Anything to prove to myself I hadn't stepped too far over any boundaries.

And her ass. Good gods. By no means was it the biggest. Nor the firmest. Honestly, it didn't reach first place in any category. But it was so well balanced, so immaculately sculpted, I couldn't help but sink my fingers in those soft cheeks and give them a light jiggle. Maybe even kiss them once or twice.

All the while she continued to wave her butt back and forth. The sheets barely muffled her delighted moans.

Let's move things along.

I leaned over her, brushing her hair over her shoulder so I could press my lips to her ear. Not that I said much. A whisper of what punishments were to come. Perhaps the odd nips at her ear as I made her choose.

Half of me wanted to try something similar to what I'd done with Silena. The other half considered going the opposite direction. I'd teased Silena. Drawn out her pleasure to her breaking point.

But Drew? No. She was a glutton for what I would give. Teasing her would only play into the same treatment she played upon with everyone else. Instead, I'd give her exactly what she wanted… and then some.

"Why don't we get you primed up? I'll have you cum in minutes. Then we can try again. And again."

Little did I realize I was too late. My fingers brushed her pussy, still sticking back, but lifted slightly higher in the air than before.

"You really must get off from this. You're already soaked and ready to go."

"I told you," Annabeth said, resigning herself to some slow rubbing and caressing of her own body. "She's just a masochistic degra… Wait… You bitch! You were egging me on purposefully, weren't you?!"

Drew finally had the decency to lift her head and give Annabeth a smirk. "The easiest way to manipulate someone is using their emotions. You just made it all the easier, hon."

Annabeth blanched, but quickly her color returned deeper and more scarlet than before.

"Alright you conniving little bitch. You want sex?" She shared a glance with me, and a mutual agreement passed. "You'll get exactly what you've been clawing for."

My hands drew down her back, brushing over her flawless skin. The supple cheeks of her ass quivered under my touch. Down further I went, rubbing her softly. Maybe squeezed a bit on her ample ass while rubbing down to her thighs.

All she could do was bite her lip and quiver in place. Eyes wide open, locked on me. A single whimper left her pretty little mouth. With one hand, I pulled at an ample cheek, spreading them both to take in the delectable view. With the other, I brushed my thumb down her moist lips and flicked it over her clit.

"Oh!" She tensed.

I rotated my thumb over her little nub. In seconds, her body relaxed. Save for her hips and thighs, which clenched at trembled. Every brush of her clit urged her to follow. And so she wove and wiggled her hips to make sure my thumb stayed firmly pressed against her.

"Haah…" A sharp gasp is all she could muster.

My other hand let go of her supple ass cheek. One hand busy playing with her clit, I plunged two fingers into her pussy.

"Yes!"

She tensed and clamped down, body rigid in the throes of her first orgasm of the night.

"That was quick," Annabeth said, her lip curled in disappointment.

"We can still work with this," I replied with a slight smile.

Even lost in her joys of climax, Drew had the wherewithal to try and pull away. A fear of overstimulation, I guessed. Having encountered a bit of that earlier in the day, I could understand why she'd pull away.

Not that I let her.

"Oh, no you don't."

Despite her squeal of protest, I pulled her back into position. She turned her head back and pouted. As if that would stop me.

My hand returned to her pussy lips. That pout melted into a dazed stare. Juices trickled down her thighs, seeping into the already damp bedsheets.

"That's it," Annabeth said, stretching out one foot to nudge Drew's head. Her hand leisurely massaged her own clit. "Show her who's in charge."

Grinning, I did exactly that. Two fingers slipped once more into Drew's wet pussy.

A soft whine is all Drew could manage. Not even her arms seemed capable of holding her up as I brushed over her sensitive walls. In mere seconds, she went from whining to panting. Oddly enough, she continued wiggling her hips, but her arms gave out from under her. She found herself whimpering and moaning into the sheets once more.

For her sake, I kept things slow. Some simple brushing and stroking. Her admittedly tight pussy fluttered around my fingers. Doubly so when I circled around that ever so sensitive rough patch inside her.

Mouth wide open, she arched her back and let out a sharp gasp. Again, she tried to pull herself away, not that her limbs had the energy to pull that off.

Regardless, Annabeth put an end to that rather quickly. Leaving her spot at the head of the bed, she straddled Drew's back facing me. She took a moment to get comfortable, then offered me a wink.

"You seem to think you can just run away from a lesson." She let out an unnecessarily exasperated sigh. "Some people just never learn."

She leaned forward and spread Drew's supple cheeks. For a moment, she simply reveled in the sight, not that I could blame her. Unfortunately, Drew was an incredibly beautiful girl in all aspects. The physical ones, at least.

With her assistance, I kept fingering Drew. Despite her tight pussy clenching around my fingers, her arousal let me keep my pace, slipping in and out nice and easy.

Drew stopped trying to move away. In fact, she seemed to get even more aroused, if her quivering thighs were to be believed. The incessant moans she made into the bed certainly didn't hide her thoughts on the matter either.

"You really know how to touch a girl," Annabeth whispered, her breaths heavy. "All this practice is paying off."

I couldn't hide my grin, and leaned my forehead against hers. "Soon, you'll get your turn."

"I'm holding you to that."

With a parting kiss, she leaned back and focused her attention back to Drew's ass. Having grown bored of simply spreading her open for me, she took to other methods of entertaining herself. Namely massaging the cheeks, and even reaching down to toy with Drew's clit.

To call Drew a mess would put things mildly. She writhed and squirmed, screaming into the bed.

I sped up my pace.

Her legs began flailing. Desperate kicks failed miserably to hit their mark.

And yet I simply continued finger fucking her. Not that it was difficult. Despite her thrashing, her pussy sucked my fingers in over and over. Every brush over her g-spot had her clamping down. Every stroke of her walls left her begging for more.

"Please!" She cried. "I… it's too… Don't… Stop!"

All the while, she continued trying to hump my hand, not that Annabeth made it easy. Nibbling her lip, Annabeth salivated at the site of my fingers plunging into Drew's gushing pussy. She abandoned toying with Drew, and took to fingering herself. The pace of her own hand matched my own, which steadily increased.

It was when Drew stopped shouting I realized she was close. Even with her back to me, I could imagine her stupefied expression. Blank stare. Mouth hanging open. Drool dripping down the side of her mouth.

Then her juices burst. A veritable gush sprinkled over the floor and I. My entire hand was coated and sticky. All the while, her body flexed and coiled under Annabeth, who was happily grinding on her back while fingering herself.

"That's it," she moaned, knuckle deep in her pussy. "Let's see if we can get one more out of her."

Drew didn't even have the sense to understand what Annabeth said. All she could do was stare blankly while her brain tried to understand the pleasure wracking her body.

Annabeth took advantage of her stupor. With a relaxed sigh, she laid back, resting her shoulders on Drew's. Her legs spread to either side of Drew's hips, offering a delicious view of her fingering herself. The daughter of Aphrodite didn't respond as she was sandwiched between Annabeth and the bed.

While Annabeth occupied herself with her fingers, I returned mine to Drew, whose sweat and arousal formed a thin sheen down the entirety of her legs… along with some of my arm.

My fingers curled into her pulsing pussy once again. A soft whimper escaped Drew's mouth, and she clamped down on me. Stalled for only a moment, I stroked her inner walls gently, easing them into releasing me. Not that it worked.

She pressed her legs together, locking my hand where it was. Despite her efforts to stop me, despite her quivering, all she managed was to keep me inside and let me play with her.

Her pussy tightened, but her juices streamed out from between the gaps. Slick as she was, it took little effort to pull back and push forward as deep as my fingers could go.

"Unnh," she groaned. Her arms and legs twitched with every flick of my fingers. Every brush over her g-spot left her whining. But not once did she ask me to stop. Though as out of breath as she was, I doubt she really had the energy to do so.

"She won't be able to take much more." Annabeth licked her lips. "And I want a taste when you're done."

"There's plenty to spare," I replied, quickening my pace.

Drew whimpered. "Too… much. Hurts." Her legs crossed, but Annabeth used her own to spread them open again.

The soft muscles of her legs and hips flexed. Incredible pressure rippled over my fingers.

"Since you won't spank her," Annabeth said through choppy breaths, "give her pussy a soft lick and pinch her clit. You'll love the results. I promise."

I can't say I was against the idea. As Annabeth pointed out, I'd gone down on almost every other girl. Drew earned at least a little bit after what we put her through.

So down I went, hoisting her thighs onto my shoulders. Her dizzying scent washed over me, but I would not slow down. My lips parted, and I pressed my tongue between her legs.

Why does she have to taste so good?

I'll admit I couldn't get enough. One lick wouldn't suffice. So I took another. Then another. Before I realized it, I was slurping at her soft pussy with an unbridled gusto, drinking down every drop she spilled like a ravenous wolf.

"Oh fuck," Annabeth said, writhing under her own touch. "I just said… mmm… one lick. Oh gods! But you look… so fucking hot like that."

Drew certainly wasn't complaining anymore either. She locked her thighs around my head, humped my face, and moaned into the bed. Whatever fight or pride she had in her was gone. All that remained was a wanton desire to cum like crazy.

I decided to give it to her.

My fingers brushed down her hips, stroked her mons, then pinched down on her clit.

"Hmmf!"

If not for the sheets stuffed into her mouth, that high pitched scream would have undoubtedly brought the entire legion rushing in to see who was getting tortured. Thankfully, Annabeth threw herself back in orgasm as well, and pressed Drew down into the bed to further muffle her ecstatic cries.

As for myself, I indulged in the fresh juices splashing out of her. My eyes rolled up as she smothered me with her thighs and pussy, like she was trying to drown me. Honestly, I wouldn't be upset if I went out that way. Preferably with another partner though.

She dripped down my chin and leaked onto the floor. Panting. Legs quivering. Drew made for a beautiful mess, and I could barely even see any of her. Once her fatigued legs released me, I let them drop to the floor. I unceremoniously groped her ass while she came down from her high. Granted, I was coming down from one of my own, though for very different reasons.

"I want a taste!" Annabeth said, trying to sit up.

Ever the gentleman, I pushed her back down onto Drew, climbed on top of her, and sealed her whining back with a fiery kiss. It was a messy kiss to be sure. Her tongue slipped over mine with a practiced tempo, darting to and fro in an effort to collect Drew's essence from my mouth. I wasn't much better. For as much as I begrudgingly enjoyed going down on the daughter of Aphrodite, there was no shame in admitting how much I enjoyed kissing Annabeth.

"Wow," she panted after finally pulling away. "I guess the rumors are true."

It took me a moment to reply. "Rumors?"

She licked her lips, then leaned forward to do the same to my cheek. "It's said that… that the nectar flows sweet from a daughter of Aphrodite." She traced her tongue down to my jaw. "Sweeter still if she loves you.

"After Piper, I wanted to test if that was true, and I'll admit Drew tastes fucking great. Almost… honeydew of sorts if that makes sense." She pulled my fingers up to suck on. "But Piper… Gods, she's on a completely different level." She wiggled her eyebrows. "Of course, I'll need to give Silena a try to know for sure."

I cocked a grin and tried not to enjoy her sucking my fingers too much. "She tastes really good, I'll admit that much. Dangerously good honestly. Almost had the urge to knock her up because of it."

"Seriously?" Her eyebrows shot up. "Damn, now I'm really curious. You think she'd be open to a little experimenting?"

I snorted. "Honestly, I think she has her eyes set on Zoë. It almost seemed like she was trying to set up a threeway between us a couple days ago."

"Styx," she cursed, though it quickly morphed into a smirk. "That's quite a combo honestly. Hopefully, you can handle them both. But at least that means I have a chance."

"If you're done talking about fucking my sister," Drew huffed, speaking out the side of her mouth, "could you get off me please?"

Annabeth rolled her eyes before shooting me a quick grin. With another quick kiss, we peeled ourselves off the poor daughter of Aphrodite.

"Enjoy yourself?" Annabeth leaned back against the head of the bed again.

Drew deadpanned. "Yes, hon. I loved getting crushed under two people. Who needs to breathe when you're getting finger-fucked?" She lifted herself off the bed. "That hurt by the way."

"It's called overstimulation," Annabeth replied. "Normally, it's something guys have to deal with after orgasm, assuming they keep going." She wiggled her eyebrows at me. "But there are plenty of girls out there who are more sensitive as well, and can't handle orgasming so many times in quick succession." Her lips pulled up in a coy smile. "Looks like you're one of them."

"Great." Drew reached down and rubbed herself. "Honestly, it's not too bad now. Just need to be gentle. Is that too much to ask for next time?"

"Next time?" I raised an eyebrow. "What made you think we were finished here?"

She paled. "Um…"

"Even Hestia recommended we… oh, how did she word it?"

"'Fully consummate the moment,'" Annabeth finished.

"So…" Drew gulped. "All of that was…"

"That was just the foreplay. Not that you needed it. I don't think even Piper got that wet. You really have quite the degradation kink."

Drew shied away and hugged knees to her chest. "So what?"

Annabeth went quiet for a moment, her expression one of deep thought. "You didn't know, did you?"

"What?"

"You just discovered the kink for yourself."

Drew growled. "What part of 'I'm still a virgin' is so hard for you to wrap your head around? Why does everyone conflate being a bitch with being a slut? If you want to call me hypergamous, then fine! I can admit that. But I'm not some camp bicycle that everyone takes a joyride on!"

Even Annabeth had it in her to look mildly embarrassed.

"Be that as it may," I said, "it doesn't matter what other people think about you. Especially now. After all, there's only one word to describe you now that matters."

She crossed her arms with a huff. "And that would be?"

"Mine."

Drew hesitated. Annabeth quirked an eyebrow.

Neither had an opportunity to act before I rushed forward, grabbed Drew, and pushed her down onto the bed. She yelped on impact, and wriggled while I rolled her onto her front.

I mounted her from behind and rested my arms on either side of her head. Despite shooting a nervous glance back at me, she wiggled her hips a bit. My cock, hotdogged between her buttcheeks, certainly enjoyed her ample ass.

"Just so you know," I said, leaning down to whisper in her ear. "I think you're on the path to redeeming yourself. But I guess I can just fuck that last of that bitchiness out of you."

With another glance towards a reclined Annabeth, I pulled up on Drew's hips and spread her supple cheeks. After that, it took little effort to rub my cock over her dewy slit, pull back, then thrust inside.

"Hnnngf… Finally…" She gasped.

I gave her the luxury of starting slow. With practiced patience, I inched my way out of her silky embrace only to slam my way back in. Over and over, I treated her like both a fragile doll and a disobedient sex toy. Delicate touches merged with brutal thrusts, forcing out wondrous squeals and yelps with every impact.

She tried to steady herself and push back, but I made short work of that. My hands took hers and pushed them forward. Slowly but surely, I spread her body across the entirety of the bed and pressed my whole body weight down on hers. This time around, I made sure she could breathe, but beyond that, her body was trapped completely under mine. I'll admit even the soft muscles of her back felt good against my skin, but not as good as the quivering warmth of her tight pussy.

"Easy," Annabeth said, running her hand up and down her stomach. "You're moving the bed across the floor."

Sure enough, a skid trail stretched across the floor. Hopefully, the legion wouldn't notice that after they came back.

Despite that, I decided to speed up my pace, though with less brute force behind each thrust. Granted, at the new angle, I spent more time fucking Drew into the bed than across it.

She clasped her hands around my arms, dug her nails into my skin, and curled her toes.

"Hnng! Mmnh! Just… like that!" she rasped, her voice tight.

My hips continued raising, only to slap down against her supple ass over and over. With every raise, her pussy clung to me and tried to suck me back in. Whenever I gave it what it wanted, it stretched blissfully around me, rippling in ecstasy.

Even my vision began to blur from the sensations. Euphoria flared out from my waist, gnawing at every nerve until I couldn't support my own weight. Yet some animalistic instinct kicked in and forced my hips back and forth, and the urge to drive my dick in and out of her folds overwhelmed me. No thinking. No sense of where we were. Just a primal need to rut like wild animals.

"Gods. You better fuck me like that next time we get the chance," Annabeth said, massaging her breast. "I want at least this much enthusiasm."

"You… got it," I grunted. "But… later."

"I'm in no rush. In the meantime, just keep fucking her. I'm about to finish, and I want to see her face when I do."

Drew must not have been too far off. Pinned down, her body still shivered. Her legs shook. Her toes curled and scratched at my legs. She tried turning her head to face me, but I simply fucked her faster and drove her face into the bed.

"Unngh!"

She shuddered under me, sweat rolling down her smooth skin. Half her face was buried in the bed, mouth wide open. What little I could see of her expression was caught in a delirious spiral of pleasure.

Every thrust made her pussy flutter. Every slap of my balls on her clit made her breaths shudder. Her juices coated both our legs and the bed. And ever more did her moans and grunts rise, matching the increased shaking of her body. Fortunately, I kept her pinned against the bed.

Still, every rub of our wet bodies took its toll. For as incredible as Drew felt, my muscles burned and my balls ached.

Ten seconds more is all it took to finally push Drew through another orgasm, if her half muffled screech was any indicator. If that alone wasn't enough, the shuddering of her body and the vice-like clenching of her pussy removed any uncertainty. Not to mention the spray of juices between our legs.

That was almost enough to push me over, but in a last desperate attempt to finish off Drew's little unspoken fantasy, I slipped out of her quivering body, crawled forward, grabbed her head, and forced my cock down her throat.

"Hurk!"

Some semblance of sanity broke through her dazed euphoria, and she locked her uncertain eyes on me. Panic filled them for a moment as she choked. I granted her at least a little reprieve, pulling back despite my need to cum.

"What a show," Annabeth said, licking her fingers. She strode around the bed on shaky legs. "But I think a more classic approach would better finish this. I think she should go where she really belongs, on her knees."

Drew didn't have the sense to even resist as we pulled her off the bed and shoved her down. All she could do was sway and mutter to herself as I placed my cock inches in front of her mouth.

"Now show us what a good little slut we all know you are."

Some clarity came back to her eyes. "I'm not a—"

"Quiet slut. No talking back."

"But I'm not a—"

"What part of 'no talking back' do you not understand? I think we need to find another way to keep you quiet." She shared a glance with me, and we both nodded.

"Open wide. You're going to swallow everything he gives you to swallow. Understand?"

Drew didn't bother replying, simply opening her mouth and affixing a doe eyed stare on me.

I didn't waste any breath, and shoved my cock once more into her tight throat.

"Gulk! Gulk! Gulk!"

For what it was worth, she didn't gag too hard. Impressive as that may have been, I couldn't focus on that. Instead, I relished in the blisses of her wet and warm mouth, her soft tongue desperately trying to lap at my dick, or the way she pawed at my thighs with her soft hands.

I didn't last much longer.

"Here it… ungh!"

The first torrent of cum went right down her throat. By the second, I managed to pull out and spurt it into her mouth. Even that seemed too much, and a spurt of it blew out of her nose. After that, I simply pulled back the rest of the way and let the last of my cum splash over her face.

"Gods, Seaweed Brain! Your loads are still massive!"

Drew didn't have much sense in her to reply. Her mouth hung open, semen leaking down the sides of her lips. Half her face glistened in my sticky cum, and a portion of her hair was plastered to her cheek.

Annabeth overcame her admiration and closed Drew's mouth. "Swallow."

She did.

"Open."

She obeyed again, showing off her empty mouth.

"Good girl, now let's get your face cleaned up."

While she wiped her face clean with her fingers, Drew's hazy eyes cleared up, and a shrill whine escaped her throat.

"What? I'm just… Oh… You've got to be kidding me."

I was still rock hard. What's worse is I still had an incredible urge to rut like a wild animal.

"Okay." Annabeth gulped. "I'm sure we can still—"

The door opened. In walked the first girls of the harem. Who better to be first than Piper and Silena?

Everyone froze. Annabeth and Drew went pale and locked in place like deer in front of headlights. But those few girls who could see inside also seized up. Their attention was torn between the two cum covered girls and I, who was still rock hard and panting like a minotaur in heat.

"You know what," Piper said, breaking the silence, "you can consider any past issues forgiven, because this is just too perfect."

Then along came the icing on the cake.

"Everyone," Reyna called, "the legion is coming back. We need to move. Now!"

That kicked everyone into gear, and they all filed into the barracks. Annabeth did her best to steer Drew towards the back, helped along by Thalia and Silena. All the while a number of the other girls tried to keep their snickering to a minimum.

"Don't laugh too hard," Reyna scolded them. "I'm sure most of you didn't look any better."

"Speaking from experience?" Piper asked, nudging her with her elbow.

Everyone finally broke out in laughter, though it didn't seem to be directed at anyone in particular this time around. Even Reyna gave a slight chuckle.

Unfortunately, that didn't do anything to tame my erection, despite me throwing on some clothes. An ever present bulge in my pants didn't sit too comfortably, and the other girls weren't helping.

"Need a hand?" Kinzie asked, practically salivating as she palmed my groin. "Or maybe a bit more?"

Tempting as that offer may have been, the discomfort in my pants was outweighed by my concern for Drew, who was quietly crying in the corner while the others tried consoling and cleaning her.

"Thanks, but not now." I gulped and pulled away with the last of my willpower. "Is the legion using the bathhouse?"

"Not yet," Reyna said. "They still have that hour of drill to go through. They're just returning some equipment to their barracks. I'll let you know when they leave." She marched out of the building and took her post at the door.

Meanwhile, the rest of the girls began to settle down and drift to their bunks. Piper joined the group helping Drew. Ashe offered to take me into the quarters to, in her words, "empty anything left over." Zoë quickly intervened and corralled her and the other nymphs into their rooms.

After a few minutes, Reyna announced the legion had left. Annabeth led Drew, now clothed and wiped clean, out the door. I followed.

Both Annabeth and I led a sniffling Drew to the bathhouse. We had the sense to try and console her, but it was a little difficult to do given we kinda put her in that position to begin with. Time got away from us, I'll admit it.

Of course, the hardest part wasn't helping Drew. I've done that plenty of times with other girls already. The hardest part wasn't keeping our activities quiet in the camp. Most of the legionnaires were out marching in the field of Mars. No, the hardest part about taking Drew and Annabeth to the bathhouse was dealing with two beautiful and naked women. Because as inappropriate as the timing may have been, I was still erect, and gods dammit, I was still horny.

A/N: Of all the characters to cover, I doubt most of you were expecting Drew. Least of all with that kind of approach. You think she enjoyed herself? Public humiliation aside of course.

Life is continuing to be life, so pumping these chapters out may not always be timely. I still appreciate your patience nonetheless.

I won't bore you with the details of my personal trials and tribulations, so I will simply ask that you leave your thoughts down in the reviews or Discord server. Plenty of people seem to think there's a direct link, but that's not how it works. This website will not allow me to directly link my Discord server here. So please just go through the process. The code, though old, is still very much in use.

Hope you all enjoyed the fun. We all know Percy did. Poor guy got his first taste of Aphrodite's little "blessing." I look forward to see what you all have to say. This is Ronin signing off.