I Knock an Airplane Out of the Sky
There may be no rest for the weary, but by the gods was that night of sleep wonderful. The others saw fit to prevent me from stewing in self debate about whether I'd done the right thing. Rachel and Reyna dragged me back into bed between them, both taking extra measures to ensure I didn't get back up. While my arms and legs were trapped within the tangle of limbs, I nodded off to the comforting words Reyna whispered into my ear.
A very stark contrast to the hustle and bustle of the morning.
All around me, the girls were repacking any pulled out clothes and preparing themselves for another cross-country trip. Meanwhile, Reyna and Rachel were replaced by Ashe and Thŷella, whose soft bodies made me more than reluctant to get out of bed.
With the rising sun, I of course had to bring myself to check on Sierra. Despite her retaining her sharp tongue, she didn't quite berate me with as much callousness as she once did. More like veiled shame if anything. I left her to the others, who did their best to offer comfort to us both.
But we had work to do.
Thankfully, my own clothes were quite easy to get sorted through, courtesy of Annabeth already leaving me a full set to change into. Unfortunately, our early meeting with Hylla meant I slept through my opportunity to take a bath. I'd have to make a return trip at some point later on. Just me, with no worries in the world as the waters wash away my troubles.
Hylla was waiting for us on the western edge of the valley. As we all trekked our way towards her lone figure, I couldn't help but consider one slightly important detail. How exactly were we going to get to Seattle?
Mrs. O'Leary was always an option, but the poor girl was already unhappy about leaving Hannibal behind without having a chance to say goodbye. I couldn't consider turning her into a workhorse while she whimpered at our side. Aurum and Argentum stayed at her heels, following her like she was their pack leader.
"You all made it," Hylla said with a nod. "I'm glad to know that…"
Her eyes fell on Kinzie, who met her gaze with a smile brighter than the morning light.
"Hylla!"
Kinzie didn't bother with any forms of professionalism. She tackled Hylla in a hug so quickly that even Zoë looked caught off guard.
"You… So it's true," Hylla croaked.
"You're damn right, it's true!" Kinzie beamed, crushing Hylla in her embrace. "I'd say something cheesy about reporting for duty, but it looks like my orders are a little…" She glanced back at me. "... Less conventional."
Hylla huffed. "I'm sure."
While they pulled away and quickly reunited, the last of our wandering band arrived, bright-eyed as the sun itself.
"I guess my trade-out did come with another benefit," Hazel said, readily welcoming Piper and Reyna's greeting hugs.
Hylla turned her attention to Hazel, a broad grin on her face. "I'll admit, I wasn't too sure you'd take up the offer. I'm happy to see you did."
Hazel shrugged sheepishly. "I want to at least try. And with everyone here to support me, even if things don't work out, at least I'll still be with my friends."
Drew faked a gag, but most of the others voiced their agreement. Hylla simply nodded in return.
"In that case, we should get going. It might be early, but every second counts."
As Hylla turned away, it was Thalia who pressed an overarching concern.
"How exactly are we going to pull that off? Our pegasi are back in Camp Half-Blood. And no offense Percy, but Mrs. O'Leary isn't strong enough to carry us all."
Mrs. O'Leary whined her agreement.
"I could take Arion," Hazel said. "Assuming he's in a good mood at least."
"None of that will be necessary," Hylla said. "We'll go back the way I came."
"Your own pegasi?" Reyna asked.
"A ship?" Annabeth added.
"A sword wielding forklift?"
All eyes turned on me, and I shrunk away from my admittedly bone-headed response.
Hylla laughed in good nature. "No, none of that. I flew down here. We'll just take my plane back."
Thalia paled. "Oh, gods. Not again."
My own shoulders sagged as well. "Great… What could go wrong?"
"What's a plane?" Calypso asked.
"A metal tube with wings that flies while running on the power of millennia old dead plant material," Annabeth said, smirking to herself.
Calypso merely blinked in confusion as Annabeth laughed and offered a more proper explanation.
"In any case, it's all fueled up and ready to go. The pilots are just waiting for me to come back so they can take off."
"Your own private jet," Rachel said as Hylla began leading us towards the highway. "This ought to be pretty nostalgic. I wonder what model. Some of them could cover the span of the whole country in just a couple hours."
Thalia sulked in the back. Admittedly, I wasn't much better. Look, I can admit I'm biased towards riding pegasi, but those are neutral territory. Zeus was already in a bad mood the last time I saw him, and it's not like he'd hold back just because Thalia was there. Just look at what he did to his wife.
"You just had to ask," I said.
Thalia punched my arm, but flinched for a moment as she pulled back. "Damn protection curse. Hey, it wouldn't have mattered anyway. That was her plan the whole time."
"Yeah, but now I have to dwell on it." I paused. "Maybe we could take…" I glanced over at Mrs. O'Leary. She could easily carry us both, but she chose that moment to turn around and howl into the valley. I'm pretty sure I heard the sound of an elephant's trumpet in the distance.
"... Never mind."
"Come on, you two!" Annabeht called. "You can mope once we get there!"
Thalia stuck her tongue out at her while I simply sighed in defeat.
"Look at it this way," I said. "If everything goes well, we'll get to have a private jet all to ourselves. A nice mid-flight meal made by personal chefs. Maybe even a massage if we're really lucky."
She snorted. "You clearly haven't had much airplane food."
"Come on." I threw my arm around her, using her for my own comfort just as much as I was trying to comfort her. She pouted, but didn't pull away. "I'm sure it'll be just fine."
"This fucking sucks!"
What Hylla failed to tell us is that her "plane" was not a private jet like Rachel had assumed. Instead, when Hylla's group of taxis pulled us into the airfield, we were greeted with a massive cargo plane. On its side was the unmistakable Amazon logo.
Thalia and I fought even harder not to go on, and even some of the other girls didn't look as enthused. You know it's bad when Drew and I actually agree on something. But nevertheless, we soon found ourselves dragged onto the plane by our more willing individuals. Not fifteen minutes later, the ground was thousands of feet below us, and we were all crammed into a collection of seats at the front of the plane, which were evidently not designed for comfort.
The takeoff was the absolute worst of any plane I've been on, and that's saying a lot. Granted, we didn't exactly have the luxury, or curse depending on your point of view, of having a flight attendant walk us through how to put on a seatbelt and bring us a drink of water. Instead, we had Hylla and Kinzie strap us all into our seats one by one while some of the others teased me, though admittedly left Thalia alone as she went completely pale. Those agonizingly slow minutes of ascending in the sky left me clutching my seatbelt to the point of fraying its edges.
To say the least, once we leveled out and Hylla said we were free to move around, it took Annabeth, Calypso, and Thalia to get me out of my seat. Though I think Thalia did it just so I would have to suffer right alongside her.
"Since no one else is going to say it," Drew started, "I guess I'll have to." She turned to Hylla. "Hon, pulling the wool over our eyes like this wasn't funny."
Hylla merely raised her eyebrow. "All I said is I had a plane ready to go. I'm right here with you. Not once did I say anything about a private jet. You all let yourselves believe that."
"And that's what scares me," Reyna muttered, her voice too low for Hylla to pick up. She pulled me to the side under the guise of wanting to see the cargo hold. "You need to keep your guard up around her. Just like she willingly let us believe something else, she won't hesitate to lead you astray with whatever favor she wants to ask. It'll probably seem mundane, but could have massive effects later on."
I raised an eyebrow. "Or maybe everyone is looking a bit too far into this? Like she pointed out, she's right here with us. It would be one thing if she had a private jet and left us on here, but she's going through exactly what we are."
She frowned. "Her definition of camaraderie isn't exactly what I'd call reliable. Just because she's with us doesn't mean she's being transparent. I'm not saying don't trust her. Again, she's my sister, and I doubt she'd do anything to put me at risk unnecessarily, but keep your guard up around her."
Though it took me a few moments to put together a response, the one that came out of my mouth shocked me almost as much as it grated on her.
"Did something happen between you two?"
Her expression darkened. "There's a reason I left for the Romans while she turned her attention to the Amazons."
Without another word, she turned and left, hugging her arms to herself as if needing comfort from her own memories.
Not long after, Annabeth came around. Her expression brightened for a moment, though turned teasing not soon after.
"So have you managed to get over your fear of flying yet?"
"Not funny," I said, bracing myself on a mesh covered crate. "And I don't remember airplanes being this cold."
"Only the cargo planes," Hylla said, approaching us from the passenger rooms. "This one has been modified to help keep some more delicate goods regulated, but the insulation can only stretch so far without weighing the plane down, especially with a bay this big. Consider yourself lucky. In almost any other cargo plane, you'd freeze to death at this altitude."
Annabeth hid her face behind her hand while I suddenly found myself dizzy.
"Thank you for inciting a heart attack in him," Annabeth said. "Come on." She grabbed me by the shirt and dragged me further into the cargo hold. "I'm sure there's plenty to explore. I'm curious about what kind of cargo they're transporting."
It was an attempt to distract me. That much was obvious. I was still grateful for the effort though. However, instead of meandering through various crates and pallets, I decided to take refuge with a certain dog who was stuck with the rest of the cargo.
"How are you doing, girl?"
Mrs. O'Leary whimpered, laying on her belly. As much as I would have preferred having her up front with us, there were certain logistical problems with that. Namely the fact that she was bigger than the room we were in. So we had to stuff her in the back and let her ride everything out alone. Even Aurum and Argentum got to ride up front with everyone else.
Well, I'd make sure she wasn't alone anymore.
For the love of all the gods, please don't wag your tail.
"We can suffer through the flight together."
As I got comfortable in the warm recesses of her soft fur, the others decided they were bored as well. Several of the girls joined Annabeth in looking around. Even Thalia, though she was mostly being led around by Piper, who I believe was using her charmspeak to keep her calm.
"And here behind door number three…" Annabeth opened up a crate nearby, though she turned pale the moment she did. "What in Hades…?"
She whirled around, her gaze affixed on Hylla, who I guess just wanted to keep us out of trouble. In her hand was a small box, but printed on that box…
"Vibrators? Seriously?!"
Hylla nearly doubled over laughing. "If there's a demand for it, odds are that someone will supply it."
Needless to say, that caught the attention of several others. Drew and Rachel drifted toward Annabeth's crate like flies to honey while Hazel, bless her heart, marched away while fanning her face.
"In fact… Let me check the manifest real quick…" Hylla slipped a PDA from the back of her jumpsuit, and scrolled through it for a short bit. "Yep. Thought so. About a quarter of this cargo hold is loaded with sex toys."
The collective jaw drop of myself and my harem could have caused a clang on the floor of the cargo hold. Even Drew, who initially looked on with interest, suddenly turned a bit shy as the news settled in.
"Right." Piper gulped.
"And you just so happened to have this in the same plane as a harem?" Reyna stormed out from the front, her expression stony.
"Actually, you can thank Hermes for this one. Apparently, he's opening up a new line of exclusive items in his catalog. Something about self love becoming more prevalent in the near future."
I decided not to comment.
"That's still suspicious," Reyna said, crossing her arms. Her expression didn't betray her inside knowledge about Hermes' underlying meaning.
Hylla shrugged. "It's a lucrative market, and he's paying us very well to keep these items in storage. That said…"
Her gaze flittered over to Annabeth, who was discreetly looking at the details on the back of the box in her hand.
"I'll tell you what. You all can have free reign while we make our way up north. Within reason of course. We currently have enough items in-store to supply a street of brothels." She scrolled through her PDA, listing off items as she passed them. "Dildos. Vibrators. Gimp suits, if you're into that sort of thing. Even stripper poles and sex swings."
When I tell you Drew's eyes widened to the size of dinner plates, I'm not exaggerating. Even Silena, who came upon us at the tail-end of the discussion, began fidgeting.
"Take whatever you want," Hylla said. "But no more than one model per person, unless it's designed to be a one-time use item. Beyond that, unless you try to swipe a whole pallet of products, there shouldn't be any problems."
"One time use?" Calypso asked.
Rachel grinned deviously as she pulled Calypso away while explaining the concept of candy lingerie. Meanwhile, some of the other girls began asking directions to specific items. I decided to stay comfortable with my megadog, nice and safe from the utter humiliation of exploring the world's most expansive airborn sex shop.
It didn't take long for word to spread. In no more than ten minutes, most of the girls were out and about perusing the goods. Honestly, I couldn't tell if they were doing so because they actually wanted the toys or because they simply wanted to pass the time. Well… for some, it was pretty obvious, like how Drew sashayed along past me while toting an armful of boxes. Or Kinzie, who made absolutely sure I saw the golden collar and leash she'd picked out.
On the other hand, certain individuals made their disdain painfully clear. Like poor Phoebe, who was innocently exploring the hold while speaking with Zoë. As they both strode by Mrs. O'Leary, and even offered her muzzle a pat, Silena came along, carrying two items with her.
"What do you think?" Silena said, presenting Zoë with both items. "Fluffy handcuffs as a restraint? Or the silk ribbon?"
Phoebe went pink in the face while Zoë put some genuine thought to the question.
"The ribbon is more versatile overall, but the handcuffs are certainly more durable."
"So handcuffs then?" Silena's eyes glimmered with equal parts mischief and excitement.
Zoë nodded, meanwhile Phoebe shook in place and bolted back towards the front of the plane.
"I'll speak with her," Zoë assured me. "I remember being in her boots not long ago."
While she left, Silena took care to parade by, dangling her fluffy red handcuffs by her hip, a wicked smile shooting in my direction.
"I wonder if these come in blue…"
The next twenty minutes proceeded to continue like this. Someone would come along, either asking my opinion on something or showing off what they had as I just tried to hide away in Mrs. O'Leary's fur.
Some, I couldn't help but offer some genuine appraisal to. Like when Rose came by asking me to try different scents for massage oils and see what I liked most. Or explaining the notion of a vibrator to Ashe, who was subsequently scared of being overstimulated by them.
Others decided to use the opportunity to tease me to no end. Case in point, Rachel, who discovered some rather… revealing costumes she wanted to try out. From a sexy farmgirl to something that looked like a slutty version of her old Clarion Academy uniform, she made sure I was granted a very thorough showing of each and every single item she wanted to "test" later on. As creative as she is, I should have expected her to be the one into roleplay.
Of them all, only Khione worked as a sort of middle ground, neither taking much interest in exploring everything nor going so far as to run away. Instead, she sat by me and made herself comfortable leaning on my shoulder, using both my body and the warmth of Mrs. O'Leary, whom she'd recently grown quite familiar with. Though we didn't say much to one another, in very little time, she was fast asleep.
"Surviving?" Annabeth strolled up to me and sat by my side, nestling herself in Mrs. O'Leary's fur as well, opposite the side of where Khione was resting.
"Hylla just brought out the worst in them."
She rolled her eyes with a smile. "There are definitely worse things than this. Besides, this is all in good fun. I'm surprised you didn't want to pick anything out."
"It's not like I'm going to need a fleshlight anytime soon."
She burst out laughing. "That's… not what I had in mind." She wiped away a tear. "But still. There are plenty of things you could use on the other girls. Or get them so they can use them for you."
"I think they have that covered already. You should have seen Drew's little collection."
"Oh, I didn't miss that. I didn't realize there were so many types of vibrators. Which reminds me…"
She pulled out a small nondescript box, roughly the size of a large milk carton..
"It's remote controlled," Annabeth explained. "Just a small vibrator that I can put in anytime. Apparently, it's specially designed to stimulate all of my good spots."
I raised an eyebrow. "Um. Okay. Good for you? What about… you know… electronics not working with demigods and all that?"
"Perks of everything here. If it's going in the Hermes Express Catalog, they need to work with us. And it comes with a bonus. Normally, there's a small range that the remote can operate in. Normally about forty-five feet for the highest quality. This one doesn't have that concern. The link between the remote and the vibrator works from any distance. I could be in China, and you could still use it on me."
"Me use it on you? What are you…?"
The flat stare she gave me was soon replaced by a seductive grin. "This is as much a gift for you as it is something nice for me. I'll put it in every day. Even when I'm in my classes, you can still turn it on whenever you want. Set it as strong as you want. Even draw out specific patterns and amplitudes for it. I think it also said something about attuning it to songs, then converting it into more… noticeable vibrations."
If I wasn't squeamish before, I certainly was now.
"So you really want me to just… You know…?"
"Not if you don't want to. But I think it could be fun. And… well… I kind of like the idea of handing over the control to you. And it helps me know that you're thinking about me… even if it's for something pervy."
"Says the one who chose a remote control vibrator."
"Touche." She grinned. "Still, what do you think?"
I mulled over it for a bit, just maybe coming around to the idea. "I think I'm going to enjoy making you moan in front of your mom."
It was her turn to get squeamish. Her cheeks flared red and she tucked the box in her lap. "Just… keep it reasonable. I don't want you getting in trouble with the wrong people just because I can't hold myself back from screaming. I really don't know how strong these are."
"In that case, why don't we test it out?"
"As nice as that would be," she said, holding the box away from my wandering hand, "Hylla said we can't go using any of the more intimate stuff for now. Trying out clothes and stuff is fine, since they can wash those easily enough. But she needs to keep an inventory of everything we chose. So we'll try this out later."
"Something tells me you're looking forward to it more than I am."
"Maybe…" Her grin turned sly. "Of course, if I wanted to get something to return the favor…"
"If you try sticking a remote controlled vibrator up my butt while I'm asleep, we're going to have problems."
She snorted. "Actually, I was thinking about grabbing one of those stripper poles. Even without putting on a show, that can be some great exercise. Besides, you know you'd love to see me or even Piper putting on a private show."
With that lovely image seared deeply into my brain, she stood and made her way to the front of the cargo hold. Meanwhile, I was doing everything I could to hide the tent pitching in my pants.
Thankfully, depending on your point of view, Mrs. O'Leary took care of that problem rather quickly.
"Aw, girl, are you getting air sick?"
Mrs. O'Leary groaned, her chin flat on the floor. A puddle of drool stretched about five feet from her mouth. While I had the luxury of getting it all over my hand, the same couldn't be said for Thalia.
"'Just don't look down.' As if that he- ahh!"
Her distracted muttering was cut short once her boots crossed the slick puddle. Cinder chirped ferociously, dancing on her head to avoid any splashing.
"Agh! Percy, seriously?!" Sparks flew from her eyes as Mrs. O'Leary whimpered and tried crawling away.
"Sorry… She got air sick."
"For once, I understand her pain, but… Gah!" She flicked some slobber away from her hand and wiped more from her face.
Piper rushed from around the corner, eyes wide with concern. "What's going… Oh, wow."
"Yeah," Thalia sulked. "It's official. Planes are the absolute worst."
"It's not that bad," Piper said. "Come on. Let's get you cleaned up."
She helped pull Thalia to her feet and led her towards the front of the plane. Meanwhile, a finger poking my shoulder from behind left me whirling around to face an amused Hylla.
"It was a courtesy for us to bring her on board. But she's still your responsibility."
In her hands were a mop and water-filled bucket, complete with a few towels under her arm.
"We still have well over an hour until we land, so I'd rather not let this fester and soak into our crates before we can do anything about it." She handed me the mop and towels. "Have fun."
As she left, I turned to Mrs. O'Leary. "You know, next time, we're just going to shadow travel by ourselves."
She grumbled her agreement.
Fortunately, I had experience cleaning up Mrs. O'Leary's messes. And of them all, drool was definitely not the worst to handle. In no more than ten minutes, I had the floor nice and dry. I even managed to get Khione situated in the front of the plane for her mid-flight nap and find a closet full of towels for Mrs. O'Leary to drool on instead of the floor. Fortunately, the vibrations of the plane managed to help her fall asleep, and her drooling slowed to something much more manageable. Unlike what Annabeth would have me believe, I know I don't drool like Mrs. O'Leary in my sleep.
As I was getting ready to pat myself on the back for a job well done, we hit a spot of turbulence. The shaking of the plane quickly reminded me of where I was, and I seized up on the spot. Only the realization that Thalia was likely having a panic attack snapped me out of.
Sure, it may have taken me until the turbulence stopped before I got moving, but I headed towards the front to find Thalia and Piper. Knowing how Thalia operates with heights, Piper would be lucky if she didn't get electrocuted.
Once I found the side cabin they'd disappeared to, I realized my concerns were massively misplaced.
Thalia was dry… for the most part. However, when I laid my eyes on her, I wasn't expecting to find Piper groping her through her new set of clothes. Nor was I expecting to find Thalia without any pants.
She had her back to me, but Piper snapped her attention in my direction the moment I walked in. A sly smile adorned her lips as she continued to whisper in Thalia's ear, which I couldn't see due to the set of thick earmuffs blocking the view.
Piper beckoned me closer while setting the muff in place, and as I approached, I attempted to ask how things were progressing. Before my question could leave my mouth, I came to the realization that Thalia didn't just have a set of ear muffs on, but was also blindfolded.
"What do you think?" Piper asked while running her hands in between Thalia's thighs. "The muffs are noise canceling, and now she can't see."
I waved my hand in front of Thalia's face and even snapped my fingers by her ear. Nothing.
"How did you manage to get these on her without her zapping you?"
"I'm pretty convincing when I need to be." Thalia's breath hitched as Piper drew her finger upward. "I've noticed her before of course," Piper continued. "And I know she and Reyna are becoming an item, but when we started talking about sharing you as your mistresses, things started to get heated. And once I toweled her off… Mmm. Look, I love Annabeth, but Thalia's butt is just…"
She knelt down at Thalia's side and kneaded her buttocks, squeezing and spreading her thong clad cheeks.
"Just look at this! Plenty of the others are phenomenal as well, but actually getting up close and personal with it…" She nibbled her lip. "We were getting her clothes back off when the turbulence hit. So I decided to try this out. She can imagine whatever she wants. So far as she's concerned, she may not even be on a plane.
"And maybe, just maybe…" She trailed her fingers down Thalia's abdomen, and tugged on the hem of her high cut pantyline. "It's not my fingers she's thinking about right now."
The implication wasn't lost on me. Thalia had made it very clear that she wanted to give our sex life another try after my less than stellar performance.
"Come on," Piper said, slipping her hand under the black fabric of Thalia's thong. "You know she'll love it."
Not a heartbeat later, she flicked her hand back and forth. The rapid sloshing from between Thalia's legs were more honest than anything Piper could have said. And if that wasn't enough of an indicator, Thalia's hearty moan certainly sealed the deal as she dropped to her knees alongside Piper.
Admittedly, I needed a distraction as well.
I circled around to Thalia's front while she panted and moaned. Piper's soft fingers worked wonders between her legs. Thalia even began to try and pull up her own shirt, but her body quivered so much that the most she could do was show off her toned stomach.
At first, I wasn't sure what to do. There were so many options with her body so exposed to me. So vulnerable. But at the end of the day, I couldn't help but be drawn to her soft lips, which I enjoyed thoroughly for what seemed like an eternity ago. So as Thalia whimpered and whispered how she wanted Piper to touch her, I leaned down and captured her in an open mouthed kiss.
The second I did, she surged forward and pulled me in deeper. Our tongues reacquainted themselves with one another. Our lips pressed and pulled like they were destined to stay locked together. A small surge of electricity flooded my mouth, zapping my tongue and gums as Piper fingered her to orgasm.
She whimpered and squealed, but I didn't relent in exploring her mouth with my own. If she was going to zap me, I'd make sure every second was worth it. Then again, Thalia was always worth it.
We parted our lips, both of us panting.
"Percy," she said, her breathing heavy.
Piper pulled her hand away, and tasted the juices on her fingers.
"I know that's you." She leaned forward, resting her head on my chest and breathing in my scent. "Mmm. Only you and Reyna would try something like this. And honestly, your lips are saltier than Reyna's."
Piper quirked her eyebrow and hummed. "Speaking from firsthand experience, you do taste a bit salty. Now this–" she held up her shiny hand "–is more bittersweet. And honestly, how could you leave her hanging like that?"
She knelt behind Thalia, and pulled apart her shaky legs.
"You've gone down on literally every single girl in the harem except for Thalia. That's just cruel and unusual."
"That's something we'll have to fix then." I drew my lips into a smirk. "As long as she doesn't electrocute my tongue."
"What a shame for us all that would be." She mirrored my expression. "But first." She pulled one of the muffs off Thalia's ear. "Wasn't there something else you wanted to try with him?"
"Not even going to try and deny it?" She scoffed. "Well, if he wants to come on to me while I'm like this, he can at least rough me up properly. I've been dying for him to let out all that pent up aggression."
"So spanking," I said, my voice flat. "We've been through this before."
"And I told you to work things out with Khione." She wiggled her hips in frustration as Piper began rubbing her lower abdomen. "From what I've seen, you two have put that behind you."
"It's true more or less. She's like a kitten now," Piper said. "I guess she was just very underfucked."
"I'm pretty sure there are much bigger reasons for her turning her life around. Being welcomed and accepted by everyone. Having more freedom here than when she was with her dad. Actually having people want to be around her."
"So the countless orgasms and drugged cum were just the cherry on top," Piper said, pulling Thalia's shirt up over her bra-clad breasts. "One big ripe juicy delicious cherry."
"That's besides the point," I said.
"You're right," Thalia said, staring at me despite the blindfold. "The point is you are on good terms with her, and you need to get over whatever it is eating away at you because, gods dammit, I want to get fucked!"
Piper sighed. "Just a moment." She placed the muff back on Thalia's ear. "I get it. I really do. You're hurting in ways she won't understand. You're afraid of what you'll do. Afraid you'll hurt her."
She stood and circled around Thalia until she reached me and pulled me to my feet.
"But most of all, you're afraid you'll enjoy it. You've been to dark places. Been pushed to the brink. You don't want to become someone… something else entirely."
Truthfully, I hadn't put that much thought into why the notion scared me. Why I fought back so much. But she laid the truth bare and plain for me to see. Whether the face was broken and bloody like Khione or boiling and engorged like Akhlys, the images of those that I've gone too far with still haunted me. Beyond even them, the thrill I achieved when Thalia spurred me into slapping her across the face… Having struck one of my best friends, and… liking it.
I gulped back a frog, not quite seeing Piper as she interlaced her fingers with my own, staring me in the eyes as she pulled me forward.
"We aren't afraid of you. Your strength, your power, your emotions. We cherish them. It's time you stopped being afraid of them."
She wrapped me up from behind and ushered me forward. Then she grabbed Thalia's hand, pulled her to her feet, and guided her to a wall. The moment she reached it, Thalia pressed her hands against it and bent over at the waist. With a small wiggle, her thong clad butt invited me forward in a tantalizing display.
"We'll do this together," Piper said, stepping behind me and clasping her hand over mine, our fingers interlaced once more. "Open handed. Just bare skin on skin. You'll feel everything she does."
"But I—"
"Please trust me." Not a drip of charmspeak left her mouth. "She wants this. Just look at her. She's wanted this longer than either of us will really know."
True enough. Despite her muted senses, Thalia was still waving her butt back and forth, shivering with excitement if the glimmering bead running down her inner thigh was any indication.
"Just take it slow," Piper said, guiding us forward, resting my palm on Thalia's bubbly toned backside. "Feel how soft her skin is. How firm her muscles arm. Take in how it twitches. How it has the slightest give under your fingers."
She stood up on her tiptoes and whispered into my ear. "Listen to her breathing. Notice how choppy it is? Now just pull away…"
Thalia grunted.
"And strike!"
SMACK!
"Yes!"
Sure enough, Thalia voiced her pleasure. I thought it was gentle enough, but her cheek rippled on contact, and she threw her head back with a throaty moan.
"See? Let's give her a little rub."
I massaged the reddening flesh, absorbing all facets of it. The smooth skin. The rippling and twitching of her hard muscle beneath the supple cushioning. The heat of where I struck her, preparing itself for another.
"Again."
Piper pulled back on my hand, and this time, didn't put as much force behind the strike. Instead, she let me lead.
SMACK!
"Ungh!"
Thalia's back dipped. The side of her face pressed to the wall. Her breaths came out heavy. Her knees began pressing together.
"She's so pent up," Piper said, pulling back on my wrist. "She won't last long."
Once more, I struck, the sting of our flesh colliding simmered on the surface of my palm. Piper hardly needed to guide me. And Thalia spurred me on.
"Is… is that the best you got?"
Piper didn't even need to pull my hand back. Of my own free will, I raised my hand again and slammed it down on her ass with more force than before.
Thalia squeaked, bucking her hips away from me, but pushed herself out again, presenting herself for another strike. The reddening bubble of her cheek looked painful, but so sadistically appetizing. And as she waved herself to and fro, I decided to turn my attention to the untouched skin of her other cheek.
SMACK!
"Fuck!"
The stinging in my hand grew with every blow. Though I continued on for less than a minute, as I brought down my hand on her, her bountiful ass turned a healthy scarlet shade. Thalia bit down on her lip. All the while, Piper whispered encouraging words into my ear.
Only when the stinging grew to a burn did I stop. Piper rested her hand on the crimson skin of Thalia's butt, massaging the tender muscles while she hissed.
"Come on you two. I'm… I'm right— Guh!"
I plunged two fingers into the familiar tightness between her legs. My thumb rubbed over the delicate throbbing nub at her peak while I stroked the spongy walls behind it.
"Yes!"
Her thighs quaked and sparks flew from her panting mouth. I had to push Piper aside as a particularly strong bolt nearly struck her shoulder, instead taking the blow to my forearm. A rush of wetness coated my fingers and palm as Thalia rode out her high, collapsing to the floor in a mewling, sparking mess.
"Is that normal?"
It took a couple seconds to pull myself together, both from the electricity and from attempting to catch up with the last minute.
"You should have seen her the first time. She fried the whole pool table and blasted a bunch of stuff in the room."
Thalia, more ignorant to the world than ever, continued her heavy breathing while her legs spasmed. Sparks continued dancing around in her hair. Yet she somehow managed to avoid setting her earmuffs on fire. The same couldn't be said for her blindfold, which had been reduced to crumbling ashes from the electricity blasting out of her eyes. Said eyes were staring up at me with the dopiest smile I'd ever seen on her.
"Right…" Piper turned to me, eyes wrought with concern. "But what about you? Are you okay? I don't want to push you too far too fast."
I lifted my hand and examined my palm, which glimmered a similar red shade as Thalia's buttocks.
"I think so. If… if I'm using my hand, then I should be fine. But if someone comes asking me to use a bullwhip…"
Her expression turned to that of a sympathetic smile. "I'll go around and let everyone know not to get stuff like that then."
Despite her words, her own scent of arousal was incredibly distracting, and left my head swimming with just as much desire to take her as Thalia. As she moved to leave the room, I reached out and grabbed her wrist.
We shared a gaze. Hers unwavering in her desire, but at last she closed her eyes and turned away.
"Later. I promise. You two need this more than I do."
Once more she turned away.
"Hey!"
This time, it was Thalia who stopped her. Her earmuffs sat snuggly around her neck. Piper's eyes took on a light of amusement.
"Thanks for the help. When we get someplace permanent, I'll get Reyna, and we'll both return the favor."
Piper flushed and rubbed her thighs together.
"No problem," she said, just a bit too quickly. Then she rushed out the door.
Thalia snickered. "Someone's horny."
Even with her gone, Piper's lingering scent of arousal left my head swimming. In spite of that, I had enough clarity to kneel down at Thalia's side and run my still wet fingers between her legs.
"Look who's talking."
"Oh, you're going to try that on me when you've got this trying to break out of your pants?" She palmed my groin, which stood at attention.
"I'm not the one who came from getting spanked." I smirked, running my fingers over the bruises. "Should I get some water? Or ambrosia?"
"Don't you dare. I want to feel this sting for a while. Besides, it'll be back to normal by the time we land anyway. And I'm hoping to give Reyna a little show as well."
"So you two actually got together? I'd assumed as much, but didn't want to say anything." I ran my hand up along her exposed lower back while she pulled off her shirt.
"Yeah. With Piper's help, oddly enough. She's a damn good wingwoman. We became official right before leaving the island. New beginnings and all that. Why? Already imagining the two of us together?"
I helped her pull her bra off and she saw fit to slide my shirt from my body.
"Well, I wasn't until just now. That's a pretty exciting thought."
She snorted and pulled me alongside her, our backs pressed against the wall. I started exploring her body while she began undoing my pants.
"Play your cards right, and you might get to see it. Though you might want to calm yourself down at least a little bit. We haven't gone all the way. Most we've done is what we're doing now."
At that very moment, she pulled out my cock and began stroking it.
"I certainly hope Phoebe didn't catch you."
She snorted. "She was too caught up in everything else to pay attention. Now enough talking about the others. You owe me for the doggy drool, so you're going to make sure I am nice and distracted for the rest of this ride."
"Fair." I cupped her breast while my other hand roamed over her thigh. "There's a few ways I can think of keeping you occupied."
"Oh, yeah? Like wha– ah!"
I flipped her onto her back and forced her legs up until her ankles were nearly flush with her ears. Despite the retaliatory sparks shooting from her eyes, she didn't make any efforts to stop me. In fact, she actually shuffled her shoulders a bit, getting comfortable as I hovered over her and took in the sight of her moist slit.
Piper had a point. Thalia was the only one I'd been with so far who I hadn't tasted. Looking back on things, I really should have done this sooner. But better late than never.
"Fucking finally!"
Bittersweet was by far the best way to describe her taste. While I'll admit my tongue began to tingle from the developing charge in her body, she wouldn't be able to scare me off so easily. Not when I had her folded in half. Not when I had her body bared to me. Not when I feasted between her legs like a man possessed.
Metallic fumes wafted about my head, electrifying and invigorating in their sweetness as her juices dribbled down my chin.
She dared to rest the soles of her feet on my shoulders. For the extra stability, I didn't mind. Especially with the way she bucked and mewled beneath me. She could have her little footrest, but at the end of the day, it was I who had her pinned to the floor.
"Just… just a little on the outside. Right… Yes…" She shuddered and groaned, sparks arcing between her splayed fingertips. Her irises began glowing a shocking light blue.
Meanwhile, my lips and tongue occupied her leaking pussy with a practiced ease. She may be a tough as nails badass, but just like so many before her, I could reduce her to a whimpering, mewling mess. Not to say I didn't enjoy it. With those strong thighs splayed before me and a bountiful ass cheek in both of my hands, I was deriving almost as much pleasure from her as she was from me.
Pressing her hands to the floor, she discharged her fingers. The plane shuddered for a moment, though that may have been another bout of turbulence… hopefully. With her body free of its pent up electricity, she brought one hand up to my head while the other slid along her stomach, teasing me as it crept closer to my face.
I softly growled at her wandering fingers, but I certainly didn't mind her threading through my hair to hold me in place. As if I actually wanted to pull away. Once again, the charge began developing within her, the white sparks bridging between her fingers as she pushed her hand over her mons, and rested her fingertips on her clit.
ZAP!
"Fuck, yes!"
Her legs spasmed and her pussy fluttered. From a single jolt directly into her clit, she helped me in pushing herself over the edge. The bittersweet rush of her juices washed over my tongue, which I slurped up in record time.
While I drank down all she had to give, she shivered and panted, her tongue running over her lips while she stared me down with her glowing blue eyes, which sputtered with electrical bolts.
"Trying to rush me?" I ask, smirking.
"Experimenting," she corrected. "It worked on you last time. I figured I'd try it out on myself. Now…" She pulled herself back, sliding up the wall into a sitting position while her legs twitched before her. "You're good with your tongue. I'll admit that much. But what will it take to get that dick inside of me?"
Tempted as I was to have her blow me, I also wanted to get to the main event. Something about Thalia just always seemed to bring out this primal need to rut like animals. Foreplay was great and all, but with her it always seemed unnecessary.
"You just had to ask."
Grinning, she attempted to lean forward, but her legs didn't want to work with her. With a huff, she merely rolled over onto her front, dipping her back into a subtle arc. Ass pushed up, she just gave me an ideal view of her backside with one of several positions I'd yet to try.
Nothing like a little prone bone to keep us occupied for a while.
She tilted her head to stare at me with impatient eyes while I pulled off my pants and shoes. Impatience turned to lust once she locked onto my bobbing cock.
"Looking good as always." She grinned.
I approached her from behind and squatted above her, resting my hands on her raised hips. Her ass shimmied back and forth. A soft growl managed to escape her throat.
Taking care not to electrocute myself, I pressed down on her ass, leaving her flush with the floor. For a second or two, I simply rubbed my cock along the opening of her pussy. She grunted and mewled beneath me, wiggling her hips to take me in, but I simply relished in lubing myself up as she struggled. Then, as if we'd done this a hundred times before, I pushed forward and slipped inside.
"F-fuck! Balls deep already?"
Tight as she was, I couldn't help it. Not when she flexed and squeezed down on me. Not when I stretched her out so beautifully. Not when I could make her writhe like a woman possessed.
She was a bad influence, and a hypocrite to boot. As I drove down into her, she lifted her hips and pushed back, driving her fleshy ass into my pelvis. Head turned back to watch me, mouth dangling open, a guttural moan hung on her lips. Meanwhile her pussy clamped down on me, spilling fresh juices where our hips met.
"U-unh. You're… filling me up!"
Every deep thrust into her sent her pussy lips fluttering around me. Squeezing and clenching, she did all she could to keep me inside, sucking me back in every time I dared to pull away. As beads of perspiration began pocking our bodies, our huffing breaths melded together into a single orchestra of sex.
RUMBLE!
The floor beneath us shuddered. Around us, the walls shook and trembled.
Not that I could bring myself to stop. The tremulous journey of the plane honestly left me wondering if we were the ones shaking it. What a legendary story that would make for the future. But in all honesty, it was likely the result of turbulence.
Thalia couldn't tell the difference though.
"Anh! Yes! Rock my fucking world!"
Her back-thrusts were getting stronger, so I used her own momentum against her. With one particularly brutal meeting of our hips, she clamped down and let out a throaty cry. Toes curling, fingers clawing at the floor, she clamped down and soaked us both in a wondrous orgasm.
The moment her body went limp, I laid completely on top of her. Pinned to the floor, she could barely move despite her efforts. With her at my mercy, I began thrusting at an even faster pace, using the spongy bounce of her ass to cushion our crashing hips and help push me back out.
Less than coherent, she bit down on her lip and released a muffled moan. She managed a pitiful side-eyed stare with those bright glowing blues, but gods forbid she try to actually fight back. We both knew she wanted this as much as I did. Maybe even more.
She made another attempt at arching her back, but my quick and brutal downward thrusts kept her pinned to the floor. Our sliding bodies pushed up against the wall, where she braced her hands in a tremulous effort to steady herself.
"O-ooh, g-ods!" Her desperate eyes clamped on mine. "Ch-choke me! Mess me up! Make me– fuck! Your fucking bitch!"
Unlike before, I didn't hesitate. I gave her exactly what she wanted.
We rolled onto our sides in a spooning position, still rutting like wild animals. All the while, I took my arm, wrapped it around her throat, and squeezed down at the elbow.
"Gu-urk! Ffu…!"
Not once did I slow down. Our slapping hips rang out within the room, no doubt drawing blushes and soaking the panties of almost everyone on board. They'd have to wait their turns. This moment was for Thalia, and Thalia alone.
Thalia's legs trembled and shook. Eyes rolled up, sparks flew from her hair. Some hit me, but that only made me fuck her harder. And harder. Our bruised and battered thighs stung from the exertion, leaving her backside even redder than after I spanked her. Meanwhile, she grabbed my arm around her throat and held on for dear life.
"Mmmmh!"
Our change of pace left her juices running down the sides of our thighs. The slapping of our skin scattered said juices about. A particularly rough thrust shoved us forward, smearing her essence across the floor.
I began speeding up again, in time for the shaking of the plane for yet another bout of turbulence. The vibrations felt great however. Every jolt and tremble left us both writhing in our joyous cacophony. Sparks began dancing about in Thalia's hair and hands, which clasped my arm around her throat while she drooled onto it.
The exertion wore on us both, and the lack of air drew a vacant expression from Thalia. Zoned out entirely, her body locked up and tightening. Despite the snakelike coiling of her warm pussy, I thrust as fast and as hard as I possibly could, with a swift pull back and brutal slam forward again and again.
My own heavy pants began to draw up short. All about us, the sweet metallic scent of ozone began to permeate, building as Thalia continued to charge up for one final sweet release.
Like a coiled snake prepared to strike, she clenched, unintentionally trying to avoid trembling too much while I pushed her over the edge.
"Guh!"
CRACK!
Her body erupted in a flash of light, as if taking on a divine form. Sparks of lightning jolted and danced around in a blinding display. The floor beneath us blackened, and the nearby furniture was reduced to ashes. All the while, she squeezed down on my cock with three succinct grips before exploding all over my waist and thighs.
Lost in the rapturous throes of climax, my body felt weightless. Dazed and nearly blinded in bliss, as if flying through the clouds above a misty ocean. It's no wonder I emptied myself so forcefully inside of her. Clutching her throat, pulling her body flush against mine while I filled her to the brim with a virile load of molten cum.
Which of us blacked out first, I have no idea. What I do know is I came to first, with a mewling and awfully cuddly Thalia playing little spoon, still stuffed with my cock.
Then we hit another bout of turbulence, and I was swiftly reminded where we were.
I just fucked Zeus' daughter in his own domain… Ha! Take that, bolts for brains!
No sooner did I finish my thought before the door to the room was ripped open. Not by an avenging sky god, but by a disheveled Annabeth, whose eyes were wrought with panic.
"Are you two…?" A deep frown crossed her face. "So that's what caused this."
Thalia stirred from her unconscious state, wiggling her hips with a happy sigh.
"Okay," Annabeth said. "Maybe don't fuck each other's brains out while we're in a highly conductive vehicle tens of thousands of feet in the air."
My brain was only a tad more coherent than Thalia's, which given the fact that she just waved off Annabeth with a simple "Hey Annie" should say a lot.
"What happened?"
"You both just shorted out the plane's systems and sent us plummeting like two thousand feet! A lesser pilot may not have been able to get everything back online."
It took a moment or two for the gravity of her words to set in.
"Oh…"
"Yeah. So again, save that for later. We've got another fifteen minutes or so until we land, so get dressed. And for the love of the gods, please get that mess cleaned up before Hylla sees it." She pointed to a mix of both the charred surroundings and the sticky puddle both Thalia and I were laying in.
"Okay, mom," Thalia said. "I'll clean my room."
Annabeth rolled her eyes. "You're lucky I love you both. Now, I need to go clean up the mess your dog made, Percy. And it wasn't drool this time."
… Shit.
How do I know Thalia was still out of it? Simple, she didn't even look fazed by Annabeth telling her we almost crash landed. I decided not to remind her, lest I send her into a panic and actually cause us to crash the second time around.
Instead, I pulled her against the wall and used a couple bottles of water to rinse us both off, along with clean up our mess. I couldn't do much about the destroyed plane furniture, but the ashes actually managed to fit inside of the bottles.
My last couple minutes of flight was spent trying to help Thalia get dressed. It's not that she couldn't manage it by herself, but she couldn't stand without help, and her backside stung whenever she tried to slip her pants on. Despite my efforts to address that, she insisted on letting her sore butt stay. Her own little trophy to remember this by.
Of course, once we tilted down for our descent, she had other priorities.
"Fuck! Where are the muffs? And the blindfold?!"
I held up one of the water bottles, which was filled with soggy ash.
"Gods, dammit!"
My own legs buckled as well, and we both careened into the wall. The next several minutes couldn't have taken longer, and Thalia spent each and every one of them reminding me just how much she hated flying. I'd need to heal my burnt shoulder when all was done.
At least the meal service was first class.
A/N: The wait didn't take as long this time! This must be cause for celebration (he says unironically after a month long wait)! In all seriousness, work had me... backed up to say the least. Nonstop ten and a half hour shifts six days a week and... well... I didn't get too much time to dedicate to the fine art of writing smut. Fortunately, that portion has passed... for now. Schedule is still in a flux, but I haven't forgotten you all! In recompense, I do hope you all enjoyed this chapter. Perhaps not my smoothest work, but things are progressing.
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