A Lover's Quest

by LastRonin

Following the war with Gaea, Percy is "gifted" a harem. But after a fateful night with Annabeth and a troubling encounter with his own morality, he must discover what he can about the nature of this so-called "gift" using what limited power he has. If it wasn't enough, his time to sleep with his friends dwindles away with every passing day, lest they be cursed for his negligence.

81. Birthday Bash

Birthday Bash

It took almost half a minute for me to wrack my brain and put all of the pieces together. Way longer than necessary, but given recent events, keeping track of dates was the last thing on my mind.

"Whaaaa…?"

"Told you" Rachel said, kicking her legs back and forth while she laid on her stomach. "You owe me five bucks."

"Right. I'll get it to you later." Annabeth rolled her eyes and sauntered up to me. "In the meantime, you can pay me back by enjoying this wonderful breakfast feast we've laid out for you."

"Breakfast feast? What are you…?"

She took hold of my shoulders and guided me towards the bed, where I realized Calypso and Rachel weren't quite as naked as I first thought.

Don't get me wrong, there wasn't an inch of clothing on them. Instead, a veritable buffet of fruity delicacies decorated Calypso's flawless form. Sliced dragon fruit and guava spiraled around her navel. Pocked about her chest was a mosaic of cantaloupe and honeydew slices arranged into a delicious trident. Artful slices of kiwi and pineapple trailed up from her flanks to between her supple breasts, where a blossom of strawberry petals crowned her rosy nipples.

Rachel took a different direction, but no appeared no less appetizing. Our resident artist used her body as a paint palette of dips and sweet sauces. Honey and whipped cream painted both sides of her back in all their sweet glory while her bare backside offered a caramel and chocolate syrup as the winning flavors.

"You can thank Rachel for the idea," Annabeth said. "Katie supplied the goods, and that's all her knife work. I took care of the arrangements though. And of course, Calypso was all too eager to serve as your breakfast platter."

The moment she said that, Calypso took the initiative and pulled up a dark red cherry and dangled it over her soft dewy lips.

"A platter I'd just love for you to taste."

Tempting as the offer was, what with her imploring gaze tied with her choppy breaths, I reminded myself why I came here to begin with.

"There's something I need to talk to you about," I said, my voice clear and calm as I turned to face Annabeth.

My resistance came as a surprise to her, if her piqued expression was anything to go by. But rather than indulge her normal appetite for knowledge and sate said curiosity, she instead draped her arms over my shoulders and drew me in to whisper in my ear.

"We can discuss it when we're done. I can't promise what the rest of the day will bring; when we'll have a moment of peace. But this, this moment is for you."

Her lips silenced my words before I could dare to utter them. While her hands fell to remove my new shirt, she tilted her head back and pulled me towards the bed, where Calypso and Rachel waited with eager smiles.

"Besides," she said through a brief parting of our lips, "that fruit won't last forever."

I took a step back and once more took in the fruit salad adorning Calypso's body. She stared at me, eyes wide and lips pouting.

What little resistance I had left melted away, and I turned to hug and kiss Annabeth.

"Thank you."

She grinned up at me, eyes narrow in a devious manner. "You can thank us all by getting to work."

No further words needed to be said. I returned my attention to Calypso and leaned over her. Though she went to say something, I snapped the cherry from her fingers with my lips and pressed them against hers. The moan she let out left my toes curling from secondhand joy. Sweet and tangy juice spilled between our lips from the cherry. Once I managed to pull away, I still had the cherry pit in my mouth while she managed to keep the stem between her lips.

"Let me see that," Rachel said, reaching out for the stem. Calypso didn't bother putting up a fight.

Once both our mouths were clear, she pulled me back in for another kiss, taking great care not to squish the fruit covering her.

A kiss that I was only a bit sad to end. Because that left only Rachel, who presented her open mouth, a knotted cherry stem resting on her tongue.

"An artist of many talents," I said, plucking the stem off her tongue while she offered her own smug grin.

Said grin vanished with a squeal when I took her fiery locks into my grip and pulled her in for her own kiss. In no time at all, she proved how she managed that trick with the cherry stem. My tongue may be able to muscle hers down, but she could dance circles around my every attempt.

"Someone's been practicing."

Rachel shot Annabeth a coy smirk. "Don't count me out just because I'm a normie."

"Normal isn't even close to the first word I'd use to describe you."

"Good." Rachel wiggled under my feathering forehead kisses. "Normal is boring anyways. Now how about you start getting to it? I don't want to spend the rest of the day with a sticky butt."

"If you insist."

I reached over to pluck a slice of pineapple from Calypso's slim belly. Tempted as I was to eat it outright, I instead dipped it into the dark chocolate dollop adorning Rachel's bubbly buttcheek, taking great care to massage it in just to make Rachel squirm and wiggle her butt a bit more. The moment that tangy, bittersweet fruit graced my tongue, I couldn't begin to hold back my moan. Though perhaps a bit of it was just for show, if only to fluster the girls who helped prepare it.

"You know, if there's one thing I learned during these past couple weeks, it's how much I'd rather not eat alone…"

It took a moment for Calypso to catch on, but Rachel and Annabeth were on her by the time she managed to catch up.

"Oh! So this is… Ooh…"

All of us took our share of fruits from Calypso's body, running the slices over her delicate skin. I went to circle her nipples with a strawberry slice while Annabeth made short work of bringing the cantaloupe over to Rachel before dipping it into the honey. We both helped the other girls with their feasts. Calypso was happy to try out the kiwis, but poor Rachel struggled dipping her own strawberry into the whipped cream painting her upper back.

In little time, we plucked Calypso's fruit covered body bare, save for the sweet juices lingering on her flushed skin. Rachel still had some left over caramel and honey, much to her initial dismay. A dismay that Annabeth and I put to rest.

"Can you hand me a towel? It doesn't feel as nice as it loo- ohh…"

Annabeth drawing her tongue down Rachel's spine while the poor artist shivered is a sight I'll have to keep stored away. Not to mention one I'll have them recreate in the future. But while she was busy making Rachel whimper, I went for the kill to clean the last traces of caramel from her bubbly butt.

"Hah! You're… really enjoying yourselves." Rachel squirmed under our ministrations. Our tracing tongues directed her body to arch and bow while failing to keep her voice quiet.

"No fair. I want some of that too!" Calypso whined. "At least leave a little bit for m-mmph! Mmm."

Rachel, whose head happened to be side by side with Calypso, brought her begging to a halt with a simple kiss. Whatever outlandish combinations she wanted to try beforehand wound up directly onto Calypso's tongue, and going off of Calypso's eager moans, she enjoyed each and every one.

Though not as much as what came next.

Once we cleaned Rachel off, it left only Calypso, who went blissfully unaware of Annabeth and me when we approached either side of her. While she continued her delicate tongue dance with Rachel, Annabeth kneeled off the bed and licked her lips before diving face first into Calypso's heaving bosom. Before Calypso could finish her resulting gasp, I did the same, lathering my tongue over her trim belly to clean off all of the leftover fruit juices.

She whimpered and whined in that melodic voice I loved to hear all while I lavished in the tangy sweet residue coating her soft skin. Muffled as they might have been due to Rachel, once the feisty redhead dipped to kiss her jaw and neck, Calypso let her pleasures be known to us all. She serenaded us with her joy while kicking her legs out in a desperate attempted to wrap them around me. Too bad I was just off to the side, teasing her with my lips and tongue while the other girls tended to her up above.

Like all good things, our cleaning of Calypso came to an end. We left her panting in short staccato bursts, though her loopy smile told me she was anything but upset.

"That's enough of the appetizers," Rachel said. "Time for the main course."

"Agreed," Annabeth said, snapping her gaze to me, matching Rachel. "And I don't know about you, but I've worked up quite the appetite."

"Can I have a bite?" Calypso giggled, nibbling on her finger.

"After all of that attention? Why don't you just sit back for a bit?" Rachel rubbed her head. "We'll keep him ready for you though."

"Actually, I want to clear something up first."

All of them offered their own brand of incredulity, the least of which was Annabeth crossing her arms and huffing.

"If this is about your talk with Hylla, it can wait until we're done. Just enjoy it."

"That's the thing, I am enjoying it. And I also want to know that you're enjoying yourselves as well. Not just putting on a show. Not just toughing it out because you think this is what I want."

"Wait," Rachel said. "You think all of this is some kind of performance? I'm all for theatrics, but toying around with our sex lives is a bit much, don't you think?"

"No kidding. We've already addressed this stuff. With a little help from Calypso here, there really isn't any bad blood between us anymore. So why shouldn't we just take the opportunity?" She rubbed Calypso's flank, who shimmied in place in response.

"You know us better than this, Percy," Calypso said. "If there were any issues between us, you'd know."

"So you're all really on board with this?"

"I literally just had Calypso's tits in my mouth and ate chocolate off Rachel's ass. Do you really think I'd do that if I didn't want to?"

"To be fair, she does have a really nice rack," Rachel said, groping Calypso's breast.

"Mmph. It looked to me like Percy really enjoyed having his tongue all over this though." Calypso pinched Rachel's butt. Aside from a small yelp, she didn't seem to mind too much.

"Alright, fine. You've convinced me. But I'd rather be safe than sorry. We had enough potential bloodbaths going on when this whole thing started."

I moved in to join them, but Annabeth pushed me back with her hand on my chest.

"Hmm. You know what? I don't think he really believes us. You girls think he could use a little bit more convincing?"

"What did you have in mind?"

"Didn't you say you were all on board for theatrics? He thought this was some kind of show. Why don't we give him a real show?"

Only a breath had left her lips after saying that before she pushed me back towards the head of the bunk. Her lips grazed my ear while she interlaced her fingers with my own, pushing my hands out until they gripped the corners of the bed.

"Enjoy," she whispered, tracing her fingers up my arms. "But try to control yourself for a little bit. You can do whatever you want to us when we're done."

We parted with a brief kiss. By the time I managed to stop daydreaming, the girls had already gotten into position. By which I mean Annabeth had them done up exactly the way she wanted them. Calypso and Rachel interlaced their legs, all but scissoring each other, with a two foot gap between their vulvas. Their fingers curled together as well, as they pulled their palms flush with one another in a quite intimate gesture.

For her part, Rachel couldn't keep still, her eyes darting shy glances towards the three of us, but with a particular focus on Calypso, with whom she was locked in a position that looked right out of the Kamasutra. Her fiery cheeks nearly matched the vibrant curls bouncing around her head, and her rapid breaths punctuated the air in short bursts.

Calypso may as well have been her opposite. Rachel's anxious energy bore no effect on her unbothered demeanor. She didn't spare either girl a glance, instead focusing on me while she hummed a melodic tune for us all to hear. Even from the short distance between us, I could all but smell the sweet cinnamon of her hair wafting about the room, no longer diluted by the fruits and dips from earlier. A scent that Annabeth appreciated quite intimately while she positioned herself between them both.

"Alright, you two. Feel free to grind away on my head all you want. Time to find out if you both taste as good as you look."

Right as Annabeth dipped her head down between their crossed legs, she wiggled her butt back and forth like a puppy getting a treat. Or a woman who knew exactly how good she looked in that damned bikini. So close. So tantalizing.

"Aww. You think we're pretty?" Rachel preened at Annabeth's statement, matching her wiggling hips by swaying her pale pussy right in front of her face.

Without missing a beat, Annabeth popped her head up and pulled herself into a raised kneel, towering a few inches over Rachel.

"My husband has good taste."

Her words hung in the air for a moment longer. Before Rachel could catch the tail end of it and make her own witty comment, Annabeth dove down between her legs. A yelp, a moan. That's all Rachel could manage once Annabeth put her sharp tongue to a more literal use.

"Unngh!" Rachel shivered, eye twitching while her hands clamped down on Calypso's. "You… you've had… practice…"

Annabeth didn't dignify that claim with a response, instead using her methodical tongue and extensive anatomical knowledge to melt Rachel's brain.

How exactly did she do that? Well, from my angle, I could only guess. Ten seconds is all it took for me to decide I wanted a more premium view.

I rolled off the bed and strolled over to the three girls, rubbing my fingers over Annabeth's back. Goosebumps flared over her skin, heralded by a deep shudder running down her spine to her softly wiggling backside.

She pulled her head away from Rachel, though not without pulling and slurping at her delicate labia as she parted. Rachel threw her head back with a sharp whine. Her hips bucked into Annabeth's mouth, undulating and twitching as Annabeth turned her attention to me.

"So little self control." She narrowed her eyes, though she quirked her juice wetted lips in a playful manner.

"Actually, I just wanted a better view. Your butt is an easy ten out of ten." I gave it a squeeze to emphasize my point, relishing in the toned muscle and soft skin, which she pushed further into my palm. "But the real show is up here."

"He's got a point," Rachel said.

Annabeth reached out to pinch the underside of Rachel's butt. She squeaked in protest, glaring at Annabeth, who then slid a finger down to circle her clit.

"Mmmn." Rachel bit her lips, her eyes fluttering shut as her fiery hair bounced with her shudders. "That's… cheap."

Annabeth smirked. "Well, if anyone should get the VIP pass…" She flicked her gaze back towards me before lowering her head down to nip at Rachel's inner thigh. "In that case, enjoy your front row seat."

She trailed her tongue, teeth, and lips along Rachel's quivering thigh. Poor Rachel, who shivered and whined through sealed lips, tried to use her free hand to pull Annabeth closer, but my Wise Girl was way too strong for her to have any success. Only when Annabeth latched her lips around her little clit did Rachel relent, almost throwing herself off the bed as she let out a guttural groan.

Not that she'd leave Calypso unattended. Busy as she kept her mouth, her hands were still free and put to good use. Sure, she couldn't use them both on Calypso without putting herself in a very uncomfortable position, but that didn't stop her from using one of them to prod at Calypso's dewy slit while she waited ever so patiently. She occupied herself by fondling her breasts one at a time, her other hand still clutching Rachel's and squeezing in time with her sharp gasps.

Calypso took Annabeth's fingers with a refined grace, rolling her hips forward to meet the nimble digits while her toes curled. Her soft breasts rippled from her shaky breaths, only stilled as she took them in her palms to fondle and squeeze them. Even her light brown nipples fell victim to her wandering fingers. Though she only rubbed small circles around them, going so far as to wet her fingertips with her tongue beforehand, it was enough to leave her whimpering for more, both from Annabeth and herself.

But she was too much of a good girl to dare interrupt Annabeth when she was busy sliding her tongue deep into Rachel's pussy.

Despite her tongue splaying Rachel's folds and her fingers teasing Calypso's, Annabeth still had one hand left, which fondled Rachel's breasts, switching between them both with no particular rhythm. Until, at last, she gave into the temptation to toy with her pebbled nipples.

"Oh! Uhh… Come on, They're not even that big. You can play with so much more…" Despite her labored breaths and eyes sealed shut, Rachel shied away from Annabeth's pinching fingers.

Annabeth lifted her head, her chin damp with Rachel's arousal, amusement shimmering in her eyes. Her fingers ghosted their way up Rachel's chest and neck until the pads of her pointer brushed over her lips. Not a word left Rachel's mouth as she took the finger between her teeth and lightly sucked on it.

Shock flickered over Annabeth's expression for a moment. In the end, she waved her finger back and forth and let Rachel swirl her tongue over it as she tried to keep sucking.

"Just ask Percy," she said, grinning. "Boobs are fun to play with. Doesn't matter how big they are. And yours are just right. Nice and perky. Probably fit right into his palms. And those pretty pink nipples are just too cute to ignore."

Rachel snapped her eyes in my direction, as if trying to either ask for help or express to me how flustered Annabeth's comment made her. The most I could offer her was a shrug.

"It's true. Boobs are fun."

"Give me a little more time to enjoy you both," Annabeth said, pulling her finger away and kissing down Rachel's slim belly. "You can give mine a try when I'm done."

Before Rachel could reply, Annabeth sucked the air right out of her lungs by latching her mouth onto her weeping pussy lips. Both moaned their delight, though for different reasons.

Annabeth continued her pawing at Rachel's bare chest, her fingers taking their occasional opportunity to play with her erect nipples. She flicked and thumbed them with eager hands, pulling away to stroke the rest of her breasts whenever Rachel's whining reached a peak.

Rachel squirmed and bucked her hips, driving as much of her needy pussy as she could into Annabeth's mouth. Her taut belly quivered and rippled under her shivering undulations. She tightened her grip on Calypso's hand, both clammy and tremulous. The two tried leaning toward one another for support, but Annabeth pushed back on Rachel. Pressing on her breast, she pushed until Rachel's back arched away while she suckled on her clit, her stormy gray eyes narrowing mischievously up at her flushed panting face.

For as busy as Annabeth kept her mouth, her nimble fingers worked their damndest to reduce Calypso into an equally weak-limbed mess. Not an inch of her nethers were left untouched. From her inner thighs to her pale pink labia to her quivering belly, Annabeth set every nerve ablaze with her roaming touches. Doubly so with her teasing attempts at slipping her fingers into her moist slit. Or when she circled her clit without quite touching it.

"Mwah." Annabeth pulled away from Rachel's legs, slurping up a final taste of her arousal. All Rachel could do in reply was whimper and buck her hips forward in a desperate attempt to follow her.

"Come on," she mustered, her voice shaky. "I was so… close."

Quick came Annabeth's hand to her flushed cheek, cupping her in an almost loving gesture. But in the narrowed slits of her eyes and the sinister smile pulling at her lips, Annabeth could have been thrusting her dagger into the neck of Arachne.

"I recall you laughing at how much you teased Percy during your first time together, until he finally snapped and gave you what you were really after. Trust me, I can keep edging you for much longer, and you'll never consider doing it to him again. Or…" She leaned in to Rachel, resting her lips just above her ear while her hands cupped her cheeks. "You can sit there and behave while I take care of Calypso, then I'll let you both cum together."

Rachel shivered. Whining her disapproval, she didn't fight any harder. Instead, her back went ramrod straight while she nodded her head, grimacing as Annabeth pulled a gentle kiss from her lips.

"Now, I think I've put this off long enough," Annabeth said, turning to face Calypso. "You're the first woman to truly give herself to Percy, long before this ever happened. And if not for me, and his infuriatingly admirable loyalty to those he loves, you could have had him all to yourself." She turned to me and winked. "I think I should give you a more thorough gesture of my gratitude that you let him come back to me."

Unlike with Rachel, she didn't rush to set Calypso's nerves alight with coils of electric, mind numbing pleasure from the start. Not to say she lacked the skill to make Calypso writhe and whimper. If anything, she managed it too well. But when her tongue touched the delicate cleft between her legs, Annabeth slowed, relishing in a sweetness I knew all too well.

"You… you shouldn't taste this good," she said, pulling away and looking up towards Calypso's satisfied expression. "I can't place it, but…" In her dazed hesitation, she glanced down towards the slit she just tasted, then lasted about five more seconds before returning to taste it some more.

For a moment or two, she ignored Rachel. Wrapping her arms around Calypso's thighs, she buried her face between the legs of the moaning Titaness, her gentle licks growing more aggressive as she became increasingly drunk on her taste.

Rachel didn't take too kindly to being ignored. Though she couldn't resist playing with herself as she watched, that didn't stop her from grabbing Annabeth's arm and yanking it away from Calypso's leg. With her new prize, Rachel licked the tips of Annabeth's fingers, then guided them down her body, her end goal exactly where Annabeth had busied herself with Calypso.

"You look so pretty with your face buried in pussy," Rachel teased, shuddering as Annabeth slipped her fingers into her folds. "Maybe we should make this a regular thing. Not just for us, but for Percy as well. He seems to like it after all."

She flashed a sideways grin towards my obvious erection.

"Can you blame me? I can't figure out what looks best!"

Normally, Annabeth would have made some smart comment about needing to change that. Instead, she busied herself between Calypso's thighs, which clamped around her head.

"Ohh! She's… what are you doing with… Mmmnn!"

Calypso's expression left the realms of satisfaction and delved headfirst into outright lurid. Her eyes rolled up twitching while her lips shuddered into an open mouthed groan. While Annabeth feasted, slurping and toying with her sensitive pussy, offering a share to Rachel as well by way of her fingers, Calypso melted into the bed, collapsing until her back rested on the wall.

For only a minute or two more, Annabeth unraveled the two of them, her mouth and fingers testing the limits of their endurance. Rachel locked a hand around Annabeth's wrist, writhing and shuddering while she gasped out soft pleas and warnings of her nearing finish. Calypso didn't bother muffling herself. Singing her praises of Annabeth's skills, she tightened her shaky grip around the golden crown of my radiant wife, her voice pitching higher and higher until it reached its cracking crescendo.

Rachel collapsed forward, burying her face in the sheet while whimpering through her climax. A climax Annabeth only heightened by pistoning her fingers through the ragdolled redhead's spasming pussy. Poor Rachel stood no chance.

But for as skilled and dexterous as her fingers may be, Annabeth's sharp tongue was always her more prominent feature. A tongue that reduced Calypso into a beautifully seraphic screaming mess. Just like with me, Annabeth got to know firsthand one of Calypso's more explosive qualities. And what a wet and juicy explosion it was.

"Hmmff! Mmm!"

Annabeth clamped her free hand around Calypso's locked thigh, failing in her attempts to pull away while juices all but drowned her. Even after pulling her hand away from Rachel and using both to fight off Calypso, in the end, she had no choice but to drink down what I knew to be an intoxicating and sweet essence.

Only when Calypso went slack did Annabeth manage to escape. Coughing and gasping, her red face dripped with sticky juices. She too fell back, pressed her hand to her chest and sucked down all of the delicious air she could. In doing so, she fell back into me. Whether or not it was her plan, I couldn't say. But when a beautiful woman falls into your lap after putting on that kind of display, she deserves some tender care.

"That was quite the show." I wrapped my arms around her. For a split second, she stiffened, but once she gathered her bearings, she melted into the embrace and grinned up at me. "If you wanted to prove this was real, you can consider me convinced. At least on your part. But what about…?"

The two others cleaning each other off stopped me from completing that thought. Rachel on top, Calypso below; both girls tended to one another, leaving their inner thighs and more glistening with a new kind of sheen.

"You know," Annabeth said, her voice soft, shimmying her way out of my embrace and pulling herself up to my side, "for what it's worth, you really do have some good taste."

She cuddled up to my side and traced her finger along my thigh.

"I don't know if you noticed, but most demigods tend to be better looking than the average mortal."

"And yet, you still have Rachel." In the soft whisper, her voice lilted toward the end, emphasizing how out of place our one "normal" resident was. "Pretty face, slim figure, gorgeous hair. And she's a slightly closeted freak in bed. Just look at her go!"

She had a point. Rachel could have cleaned Calypso three times over, but her tongue busied itself with the delicate petals between her thighs. All the while, Calypso returned the favor, squirming and writhing under Rachel's care.

"To think, you have her all to yourself," Annabeth said, slipping her fingers into my waistband. "Not to mention all of the other beauties who belong to you."

I snorted. "More like I belong to them. There are too many for me to keep up with. It's only a matter of time before I spread myself too thin."

"Then it's a good thing we can keep ourselves occupied and satisfied with each other. In case you've missed it, a lot of us have been pairing off." She kissed my neck, then trailed her lips up to my ear while her hands made short work peeling my pants down my legs. "Thalia and Reyna for example. You know, we wanted to bring her in. But she just had to get all emotional about her sister, and you just could help but be a hero and rescue her. We couldn't really ask her while you made a mess of her last night."

She licked her palm, then wrapped her fingers around my cock. A practiced finesse and ease is the only way I could describe what followed next. Stroke after gentle stroke, she both tempered and inflamed the roiling need growing in my core. Yet she smiled her way through it as if it were the most natural act in the world.

"Or Piper and Khione. Another one who got away. Not sure why she said no to the offer. Gods know she's been itching to give you another go for a while." She curled her lip, which I was tempted to take a nip of, but she pulled it back in before I could. "Needless to say, we did the best with what we had."

"No complaints here." I bit back a groan. "Well… mostly. Because holding back never was my best feature."

"And spoil their show?" She pulled away her hand in a mock gasp. My head fell back on the wall. The following grunt, filled with both pain and frustration, went unnoticed or uncared by Annabeth. She busied herself licking clean the shiny fluid coating her fingers. "But they're working so hard for you…"

True enough. Rachel may have been a master of teasing, but Calypso was all too eager to please. The fiery red of Rachel's wild mane tossed and swayed with her growing hunger for Calypso's sweet nectar. Dwindling away, her teasing nature slipped from her fingers, the essence of control lost as Calypso unraveled her playful exterior in favor of ravenous need. The two lost each other in a tangle of limbs, uncaring about putting on a show. But such fervent desire only made their display of passion all the more arousing.

"Alright, you two," Annabeth said. "I hate to break up your little moment, but I think you've warmed up enough."

She pulled away, but dragged me with her. In short order, she pressed me flat on my back. My legs spread to either side of the giggling pair of flustered women. Once they managed to pry their attention off of one another, their hungry eyes turned to me.

"How about that?" Annabeth said, crossing her arms with a satisfied grin. "You've got a perfect ride for two. Seems a shame not to use it."

Rachel rolled her eyes, but couldn't wipe the amused smirk from her lips; nor the scarlet painting her cheeks. Calypso didn't bother hiding behind masks of indifference. She crawled right up to me, dragging her tongue and breasts up my body until she could nibble at my earlobe.

"They're both great with their fingers and tongues; but your touch, your love alone, is all I will truly desire."

With her sinful form rising to cover my gaze, I caught only a glimpse of Rachel mounting my shaft. But all went dark before I could act on or say a word. Though with a mouthful of Calypso's familiar essence, I couldn't have cared less.

Rich, lush, and saccharine sweet, the familiar taste of Calypso's juices brought forth a ravenous need for sustenance. A sustenance only she could provide. With one arm wrapped around her thigh and the other reaching high to grope her supple breast, I pulled her down to smother me further, already dizzy from the intoxicating nectar running down my throat.

"Ah! Ohh… Yes, my hero," she moaned, grinding down on my face while she pressed her hands to my chest. "Bring me back to that night…"

Muffled as her voice may have been, what with her thighs pressed to my ears, her desires couldn't have been clearer. The same could be said for Rachel, who hilted herself down on my shaft with reckless abandon.

She squeaked. Twitching, her walls clasping my cock in their slippery smooth grip, Rachel coughed out her shaky groan of overzealous euphoria, which I could feel vibrating in my own stomach. Doubly so when she too used my body to steady herself, bracing herself on my abdomen just the same as Calypso only a couple inches higher. Unlike Calypso, she couldn't stop herself from dragging soft scratches into my skin as she attempted to catch her breath.

Calypso let out some kind of exclamation as I drew circles around her clit, but her clamped thighs muffled the specifics.

Once steady, Rachel wasted no time. Bouncing up and down, juices spilling down my shaft, her once sharp tongue and snarky wit went out the window. All gone in favor of shuddering gasps and the slightest spasms every time she bottomed out.

With Calypso rolling her hips, I managed to catch the occasional words of pleasure and praise. Not that I was complaining. Even from underneath, Calypso's pussy and ass were a beauty. As equal a feast for the eyes as she was for the tongue. Not to mention the ears.

"Why… wait so long?" Rachel cried out. "... all to myself!"

A sharp clap left Rachel squeaking, and Annabeth said something. But Calypso simply giggled and rolled her hips as my tongue explored her most intimate parts.

Tangy and oh so undeservingly sweet, I drank down her nectar with an unbridled gusto while she rubbed back and forth. One of her hands left my chest. Whatever she did with it must have been delightful because her wanton cries only heightened. Either that or I'd swept through some very particular spots with my tongue lashing.

Annabeth continued with her own tongue lashing on Rachel, but it was as quick and succinct as her wit. I couldn't make out every word, but I did catch the tail end.

"... make you a team player."

No further words came out before the weight above me shifted, and both girls on me traded their moans and cries for muffled whimpers through hungry kisses. Even I could hear that much. Not to mention the shift in position left my ears free to take in the sounds of their smacking lips.

"You smell wonderful," Calypso gasped, her breath catching as I gave her pussy lips a gentle tug with my teeth. "Is… is that vanilla?" she squeaked.

"And… cedar. Oh, fuck. Percy, why do you have to feel so good? And… girl, your…. Ah! Oh… You have… great boobs!"

Even I had to bite back my groans as Annabeth went to work. Her fingers reached around and toyed with Rachel's clit with every downward stroke. Meanwhile, she used her quick tongue for something less aggressive than putting Rachel in her place. And her lips. Once they had my balls between them, and her slurping started up, my body went weak.

I couldn't keep up with my tongue work on Calypso, but Annabeth's work on my balls, along with her fingers snaking to rub my perineum, I couldn't help but shudder up and away, bucking my cock faster and harder into Rachel. All the while she whimpered and cried into Calypso's succulent tits.

"Seems like someone likes that," Annabeth teased, dipping her tongue to run over where her fingers played. "Come on, Rachel. You can do better than that."

"Hah hah hah… try… trying-uh… ahh!"

She clamped down on my shaft and flooded it with her wetness while she cried into Calypso's breasts. Or her lips. I couldn't tell, but the sound of her pleasured screams were still ever so delightful.

Annabeth eased up on me, settling to clean Rachel's runoff from my balls and the rest of the surrounding area. With a chance to relax down below, I could focus on Calypso up above.

My mouth returned to work. Tongue dashing and lips slurping. Calypso leaned forward, using Rachel as a brace just as much as Rachel used her. Though she tried to keep her screams quiet in Rachel's mouth, she fought a hopeless battle. Her euphoria let loose and echoed about the room as she showered my face in dizzying ecstasy, tremulous legs clamping around my head.

I'd all but forgotten how easy Calypso was to satisfy. Though I'd never forget how much it brought a smile to my own lips.

Both she and Rachel fell forward into one another. Slumped over and dazed, the two fell to the side, collapsing against the wall as they caught their breath.

All the while Annabeth stared up at me from between my legs. A predatory grin shone on her lips. Her cheeks flushed red. In her eyes, a single minded clarity glinted. One I knew all too well.

"You're a mess," she said. She crawled up to me with catlike grace, dragging her bra-clad breasts over my stomach and chest. "Let's get you cleaned up while they catch their breath."

Her ever impressive tongue demonstrated yet another of its skills. One might even think she practiced with Piper after one too many playful jabs between them. But given how much enthusiasm and methodical delicacy she placed into her careful swipes and strokes, something told me she was a natural.

If only I could capture that moment on camera.

She pulled away, her self satisfied expression not bothering to hide away the hunger in her eyes.

"I might have to borrow them for myself sometime. Calypso especially. Wonder if she's just that sweet for you or if maybe she'll taste just as good if I can get some one-on-one time with her."

"No offense, Annabeth," Rachel said, her head resting on the wall. "But I'm pretty sure she's only going this far because of Percy. And even if she did lean a bit more in the other direction, you know the other girls would kill to- mmph!"

Calypso said her own piece without a word. Resting a hand on Rachel's cheek, she pulled the fiery redhead in for a passionate kiss. Their bodies melded together, and in short order, Calypso had Rachel on her back while she tried to put up a modicum of a fight. All she managed was losing her fingers in the caramel ribbons of Calypso's hair, her eyes rolled up as Calypso proved just how much she "leaned in the other direction." Their heady scent of arousal bathed us almost as much as their rising body heat.

"Looks like I might have a chance later on, but they're a bit occupied for now." Annabeth turned to me and rapped her fingers over my shoulder. "And I can't help but notice how unoccupied someone is right now."

She moved to straddle me, her hand pressed to my chest. "Just lay back and enjoy this."

I took her wrist in my hand. "I don't think so."

She frowned. Before she could do anything else, I rolled us over, almost off the bunk, and pinned her shoulders to the mattress. Huffing, she wrapped her legs around me, but my arms caught her before she could lock them together and return herself back to the top. Instead, I pressed her legs up until her ankles were almost flush with her ears. Her normal calculating and haughty expression rushed out from her face. Instead, she gaped and panted, her cheeks bright red and her pupils so dilated they almost covered any hint of gray left in them.

"I've been sitting and laying down for long enough," I said, leaning in to brush the tip of my nose with hers. "So why don't you just be a good Wise Girl and let me handle things from here?"

I capped my words with a soft kiss and tugged at her lower lip, dragging it out and parting from it with a soft hum. As I pulled back to position myself, a soft hand took hold of my shaft, tugged her panties to the side, and pressed my bulbous head into Annabeth's parting pussy lips. A quick glance revealed Rachel as the one with wandering fingers, while Calypso let her darkened bedroom eyes linger on us both as she kissed at Rachel's jaw.

With Rachel's help, I lowered my hips and sank into Annabeth's pussy. So warm. So wet. So familiar. As far as I was concerned, at that moment, I was home, right where I belonged.

Rachel's touch lingered for a moment. Her nimble hand gave a cursory squeeze before pulling away, letting me sheath myself into the entirety of Annabeth's miry embrace. An embrace she delighted in with as much glee as my own.

"Finally!"

Where once a near manic and challenging grin shined up at me, only the image of euphoria remained. One I delved into with hungry lips and tongue. Only then did she stop her squirming, and any other feeble attempts to break my hold on her. She accepted my kisses and in time, her hands accepted their place, pinned above her head in my unrelenting grip.

Once she relaxed, I let my eyes wander over her delicious form. Even folded in half, with much of her hidden behind her long legs, she could challenge the goddesses themselves. Hera, Persephone, and yes, even Aphrodite, whom I got to see the entirety of firsthand.

The image alone left my blood boiling and my loins aching.

Such a shame that such perfection had to hide behind those last couple pieces of clothing. Phenomenal as she presented herself in that seafoam bikini – and believe me, that look alone left my mouth watering – I couldn't help but want to see all of her.

It didn't take much effort. When given the opportunity to slip away, Annabeth stayed put, her hands still raised above her head while I tugged the spandex bra up and over her head. That said, once her breasts bounced free, I couldn't help but bury my face between them. Nor could I help but toy with the tanned nipples capping them. Suffice to say, her hands didn't stay above her head once I occupied myself in her supple bosom. But rather than use the moment to escape and put me on my back, she ran her fingers through my hair and mewled as I slowly pumped myself in and out.

Her panties were another story. What with her awkward position, along with my already occupying the area with the pulsing shaft that didn't want to leave, removing them wouldn't come quite so easily. And though I may have been tempted to rip them off of her, a part of me hoped I'd see her in that outfit more often in the near future.

So I turned to the others instead.

"Think you could lend a hand in getting these off?"

I pulled the fabric clinging to Annabeth's ass and let it slap back to her golden skin.

Rachel and Calypso pulled back from tongue fucking the others' throat long enough to share a mutual glance with me, then one another. A few hushed whispers from Rachel, and a shared snicker later, and both girls untangled themselves from one another to crawl to either side of us.

"Maybe not a hand," Rachel said. "But we can lend something else."

Not a moment of opportunity passed to question them before they guided my cock out of Annabeth, much to my chagrin. Tempted as I may have been to pout or even resheath myself just to spite them, their next action stopped me in my tracks before such thoughts could manifest.

Each girl pressed their faces along Annabeth's womanly hips. For a moment, they shared a glance with each other. Not three breaths later, and they each took a piece of Annabeth's waistband between their teeth. In a shared movement of awkward imprecision, the two dragged Annabeth's panties over her butt, up her legs, and off her feet using only their mouths. Granted, they couldn't stop giggling the entire time.

Once she was fully exposed, Annabeth took the moment to relax her legs. Resting her calves on my shoulders, she exposed the whole of her body to me. For all things in which her hubris rightfully deserved to shine through, her physique should have been at the top of the list, right alongside her brilliant mind.

Golden skin, marked with scars of shared battles and conflicts, shimmered under the thin sheen of sweat beading along her perspiring form. A blend of toned muscles and supple curves carved out in her lithe physique. From the bottoms of her war worn and calloused dainty feet to the glossy golden crown dangling from her head in gentle curls, I found myself hard pressed to find a genuine flaw. She may not have been a perfect sex doll like Thŷella, nor a red carpet bombshell like Silena, but I couldn't bring any part of me to shy away from any part of her. Scars and all, I loved her.

She attempted to wrap her legs around me, but both Rachel and Calypso grabbed hold of an ankle to stop her, then returned them to their earlier spot by the sides of her head. All she could do was grumble as I crawled on top of her once more. The two girls to either side of us giggled and cooed as we came face to face.

"I may not say this enough," I whispered, my hot breath rushing over her ears, "but you really should know. I love you."

Sharp eyes went misty. Though she couldn't wrap her legs around me, the same couldn't be said for her arms. She laced her fingers behind my neck, then leaned forward to press her lips to my ear.

"I love you, Percy. More than I could ever put into words." Her voice grew raspy, her breaths choppy. "And… thank you for not giving up on me. I'll return the favor one day."

Her lips found a familiar place along mine. Though I didn't want to leave out Rachel or Calypso, both contented themselves on our sides, running their hands over us. They let us have this moment. So I let myself enjoy the serenity of kissing Annabeth. A joy I'd never grow tired of.

"For now though," Annabeth said, pulling away, "I want you to ruin me. My legs are starting to fall asleep. Wake them back up for me, would you?"

"Say no more."

I rested my cock on her mons, the head poking just past her navel. Calypso reached down to stroke it while Rachel did the same for Annabeth, caressing her drizzling pussy. In short order, both girls had our essences shimmering on their fingers, which they shared with one another. Then with Annabeth.

Once both of us were on the brink of losing ourselves, Calypso guided me back, then after a few brushes of my head along Annabeth's pussy lips, helped shove me forward as deep as I could go while Annabeth squealed.

That first withdrawal lasted forever, and yet still rushed by too fast. What with Annabeth's lilted moan, her eyes rolling up, or even the needy cling of her tight pussy lips as my cock pulled out. If only I could freeze myself in that moment in time. But even if I couldn't, I could still recreate it. Slowly at first. After burying myself to the hilt and stroking her cheek through the messy curtain of her golden curls, I drew myself back, inching out as her pussy tried to suck me back in. But right as my head threatened to pull out, I slammed in once again. Then again. And again.

"Unnh! No… no need to hold back… on my account," she rasped, her feet swaying above her head with every thrust. "I want you. All of you."

"Don't forget to share," Rachel said, running her fingers over my back. "This is a combined birthday gift."

"Of course, if we can share him, we can always share her," Calypso said, resting her cheek on her palm as she lay to the side of us.

"Good idea. But where can we… That works."

Rachel snaked her hand down my side and brought it to Annabeth's flat stomach. Then up her fingers trailed, her arm almost sandwiched between the two of us until it came to a rest on her tanned breast.

"Wow," she whispered. "You know how to pick them."

"Don't give him all the- hnng… the credit," Annabeth shuddered as I brought a rough thrust into her, her free breast bouncing while Rachel fondled the other. "I kissed him first."

"Then allow me to steal that kiss from you."

Calypso pried the two of us apart, just enough to give her the space to carry out her words. Both kissed with languid ferocity, their faces turned to the side just enough to give Rachel and I a show of pulling lips and trading tongues. Annabeth took the opportunity to grope Calypso's breasts, squeezing both one after the other while her thumb rolled over her nipples.

For a moment or two, Calypso let her. She hummed her approval, rubbing her fingers along the side of Annabeht's face as they kissed. But as they pulled apart for breath, the lips popping gently from one another, she took hold of her wrist and returned it above her head.

"Let us enjoy the view," she said, her voice airy. "The way you move when helpless is more erotic than you know."

For once, Annabeth didn't fight back. Instead she laid her head back, arching her neck for Calypso to kiss uninhibited. Submitting in its entirety for the first time I'd ever seen, she rolled her body with every slap as well as she could. From the rippling skin along her toned ass to the clenching outlines of her abs to the bouncing and swaying of her perspiring breasts to shuddering gasps and gulps roiling down her neck, Annabeth let us have our way with her in any way we saw fit. No modicum of resistance. No effort to complain. Only throaty gasps and unrelenting moans as she let go and enjoyed herself.

With the extra space, Rachel took advantage and brought her mouth to Annabeth's breasts, just a tad more enthusiastic and less distracted than how Annabeth approached Calypso. In no time, sweat and spit glistened on her heaving golden chest, and Rachel took extra care to suckle, nip, and fondle them even when her efforts had Annabeth squirming.

Though not nearly as much as my ruthless pounding. If she didn't want me to hold back, then so be it.

She clamped down on me as I picked up the pace, her hands pawing at my chest while Calypso swallowed her squeals and moans threatening to escape her dewy lips. What she couldn't hide was the growing rosy blush running from her cheeks to her neck.

In her folded position, she had no choice but to take the brutal impacts of my thrusting, which grew in speed and ferocity with every passing minute. Toes curling, feet waving, legs flexing and rippling from every slap. Until, at last, the very frame of the bunk creaked and shook as I brought it rocking against the wall.

Juices trickled down her butt while I pounded into her. With my hands pressing her calves down until her feet bounced around her head, Calypso sucking her breath away in a steamy make out, and Rachel turning her breasts into her personal playground, Annabeth squealed, moaned, shuddered, and thrashed. So much all at once. So many people. So many sensations. And not a damn thing she could do to stop us.

"Mmm! M-more!" she gasped, breaking her kiss with Calypso just long enough to cry out before going right back in.

In short order, the trickling between her spread legs grew to a near steady flow. Interspersed with the occasional squirt, she tried kicking her legs, but I held them steady as I rushed my hips forward and downward, almost standing above her as I pounded into her with brutal efficiency. Rachel suckled one breast while twisting the nipple of the other, her free hand sliding down to rub over Annabeth's clit. Calypso and Annabeth all but swallowed one another in their heated passion, tongues and lips losing their coordination while the former tangled her fingers into the latter's wild hair while she attempted to keep her hands on any part of me she could reach.

Poor Annabeth came undone in little more than a minute. Calypso pulled away just as Annabeth screamed.

"Ahhnn! Percy!"

The moment my name left her lips, she clamped around me, seizing up and shaking as her body unraveled, and her pussy burst. A gush of juices squeezed their way through the crevices, spraying the sheets with her honey-like essence. Stormy eyes dulling and rolling up, she slumped her head back while her body spasmed, made only worse as Rachel and I continued for just a moment or two longer. Until, at long last, we'd worked her through what may have been one of the strongest orgasms of her life.

That left me holding on for dear life. Her vice grip sought to milk me for all I was worth. All it would have taken was for me to relax my hips and let go, emptying her full of milky warmth until she spouted it like a leaky faucet for the two other girls to enjoy. But as the pain flared in my cock and balls from their desperate need to cum, I steadied my heady, raspy breathing. The thought of one more round left me both ravenous for more and desperate to finish.

All of us panted, flushed and sweaty as the room all but suffocated us in our own stifling body heat. We should have stopped then and there. We knew it. But not a single one of us cared.

After all, I had a golden goddess to love on, and two eager women who had more than earned their places as my lovers. No, loves. They were just as much loves of my life as Annabeth at this point. They may not have shared quite as much experience with us, but they all earned their places so far as I'm concerned.

Not every woman can say she almost blinded a Titan. Nor can every woman say they blasted apart an army of slaving monsters. They could. They were badasses in their own right. And they were mine, just as much as I was theirs.

But that moment. That moment was for Annabeth. So even in our sweaty sticky heap, I dropped her legs to my sides and brought myself down to her, then kissed her in the way that only we shared. She returned it with lazy enthusiasm, worn out by the overwhelming fucking we just gave her. But dammit if she wasn't stubborn. She'd see her body worn down to the nub if it meant kissing me.

I could wholeheartedly relate.

She couldn't wrap her arms around me like most times. Nor her legs. She could barely even tilt her head enough to get a comfortable angle. But she still made a valiant effort. And even if she couldn't manage much, she still tasted just as delicious as always. Still of light honey. Even through the musk of sweat and juices, the familiar scent of her lemon soap made my head swim.

That's my Annabeth.

Once she managed to gather some semblance of her bearings, she did manage to bring her arms up, but only so I could bring her into straddling my lap as she hugged me.

"You… you all actually managed to wear me out… Good job."

"It was definitely a group effort," Rachel said. "Don't know how Percy managed to get you off all by himself."

"Patience, practice, and lots of trial and error," I said. "But enough about me. I think there's still someone who needs a turn."

All of our attention, even an exhausted Annabeth's, turned to Calypso.

Excitement alit in her eyes. She knelt before us all, her hands buried in her lap. Such a pose only pressed her breasts out to us, which Rachel and Annabeth both appeared to want in their hands. Not that I could blame them.

"Any way you would like me, my hero. Say the word, and I am yours."

Annabeth scoffed. "Someone's lovestruck. At first, it was annoying. Now though…"

"Oh, leave her alone," Rachel said. "While both of us stayed behind on the island, she went with him to fight a god. She's earned this."

"Fair point," Annabeth conceded. "Though now that you mention it…" She leaned into me and whispered into my ear.

"If you insist," I said. "Calypso, why don't you come over here?"

She shuffled over in an instant, her innocent doe eyes belaying her indecent exposure and posture.

"Annabeth, if you will?"

Calypso tilted her head to the side, observing as Annabeth laid down, her head within licking distance of my balls while her open legs presented themselves towards Rachel on the opposite end of the bed.

"Consider this my full apology for trying to turn you into the outcast of the group," Annabeth said. "After this, we're even. He's as much yours as he is mine. Same to you Rachel."

"But I don't understand," Calypso said. "What are—"

"Go ahead and get on top of her. On your hands and knees, please."

She did so, crawling above Annabeth, but did so in such a way that left her facing me.

"Now turn around. Basically, do with Annabeth what you were doing with Rachel earlier."

She did so, biting down on her lip and batting her eyelashes back at me once she was in position.

"Some more mutual muffin diving?" Rachel asked. "I'll admit, it's unusual to see Annabeth on the bottom. She seems like a born top."

"Most of the time, you'd be right. But there are exceptions. Now if you'll excuse me." She gently gripped Calypso's spread thighs, using her thumbs to spread the petals of her pussy. "Gods. Pretty even down here."

Calypso shivered as Annabeth rubbed her delicate pussy. But once Annabeth brought her tongue to part her pink lips, she tossed all caution to the wind and cried out her pleasure.

"You're one to talk," Rachel said, cupping Calypso's chin. "As if you don't have Percy's personal Elysium right between your legs."

She quieted Calypso with her own mouth, slipping her tongue between her lips with almost as much precision as Annabeth did down below. The two kissed with a passion I almost envied, but given how breathless all of us had left one another in the past, I couldn't find myself bothered by it. On the contrary, I hoped to see more of it in the future.

They parted their lips from one another long enough to allow the crystal thread spanning the gap to fall away. Then their eyes lowered to the golden weeping pussy under Calypso's head.

"Why don't we return the favor?" Rachel said.

Calypso only nodded, biting down on her lip as she whimpered. Her back arched down, pressing her butt up a bit higher so she could join Rachel in bringing her mouth to play with Annabeth's pussy. Annabeth chased after Calypso's leaking lips, her arms wrapped around her quivering thighs. In no time, both girls moaned into one another. While Rachel and Calypso slurped on Annabeth, Annabeth used her tongue to play and prod Calypso's little clit.

Which left the rest of her open for me to take.

Legs parted, Calypso waved her butt in the air with little regard for those behind her. Too lost between Annabeth's legs, just as Annabeth was between hers, it wasn't until my hands grabbed her hips that she acknowledged my presence.

"Percy?" Her breath hitched. She turned back to face me, her lips and chin already damp from both Annabeth and Rachel. "Please."

It wasn't me that pushed things forward. Rather, Annabeth grabbed my cock and brushed the head up and down Calypso's pretty little slit. Not once did the fascination and hunger dim in her stormy eyes. As the sweet nectar of Calypso drizzled down her pussy lips and along my shaft, the only thing clear to me was how much she wanted this to happen. How much she wanted to see it.

Who was I to deny her?

With her hand as my guide, I parted the petals of Calypso's leaking pussy, a deep groan echoing in my chest as her warmth sucked me in and grasped hold of my shaft with fervent need. First, only the head. But before I realized it, I'd hilted myself inside her, leaving us both groaning and shaky in the legs.

"Wow," Annabeth whispered. "It's almost a perfect fit. You're stretching her labia just enough to… Fuck!"

Whatever tangent she was about to go on stuck in her throat once Calypso managed to gather herself and dive once more between her legs. She silenced Annabeth without needing to cover her mouth. For a moment anyway. In little time, she joined Calypso and I in becoming a groaning mess.

"Come on now," Rachel said. "Don't leave me out of this."

She tried to join Calypso's efforts between Annabeth's legs, but so far gone was our Titaness that she had no choice but to turn her attention elsewhere. Namely me.

Hopping up from the bed, she strolled over to me in an overt attempt to look casual, but her darting eyes and fidgeting fingers ruined her efforts.

"Antsy?"

"No," she huffed. "Just want to be involved." She laced her fingers on my shoulder and rested her chin on it, whispering into my ear while I pumped slowly in and out of Calypso. "Is that so bad?"

"If that's the case, then you just needed to say so."

I pulled a hand from Calypso's hip and wrapped it around Rachel's waist, pulling her flush against me. She squealed once her hard nipples dug into my side. Then once more when my wandering fingers parted her wet pussy from behind.

Annabeth and Calypso indulged in one another without any sign of stopping. I could envision Calypso's delicate and graceful swipes into Annabeth with ease. Annabeth didn't have the same luxury. My cock filling Calypso left only her lips and clit for Annabeth to enjoy, but she did so to the absolute best of her abilities. Flicking and darting her talented tongue over every sensitive spot she could reach, Annaeth only gave Calypso more and more reasons to mewl and moan between her legs. Should I ever get more aggressive with my thrusting, or even bottom out in Calypso to rub circles inside her, Annabeth used the opportunity to suck and lick my balls, which left me shuddering almost as much as Calypso. Or even Rachel to my side, whom I had to quiet down by using my mouth on hers.

"Mmmph!"

Rachel whimpered into my mouth as I flickered my fingers knuckle deep into her pussy. Weak in the knees, she hung off my shoulder, shuddering while her juices sprinkled down to her ankles.

I pulled from her lips with a soft smack. She tried to claw her way back into my lips, but I stopped her with a quicking of my wrist and fingers, leaving her gaping and wide-eyed as she dragged her nails down my back and chest, shrieking inside her own mouth.

"What happened to that candy underwear you seemed so excited about yesterday?"

She tried to glare up at me, as if asking "Did you really just ask me that?" But her head dipped for a moment after as I brushed over her g-spot.

"You… you aren't the only one who got… got busy last night. Kinda got carried away."

"Busy with…"

Her eyes flicking in Calypso's direction told me all I needed to know. Seems like my dear artist was a little over smitten by Calypso's rousing speech days prior. And Calypso… Well, she was just happy to love and be loved in turn.

Rachel wiggled her hips, reminding me that my fingers went still. Just the same as my own thrusting hips, which stilled at the thought of the two girls I happened to be inside of.

That just wouldn't do.

In mere breaths, I was right back to where I needed to be. Fingers sloshing inside Rachel, cock driving deep inside Calypso. Juices ran down my palm and thighs just as easily as the moans of all three women trickled down my ears, leaving me in a blissful trance of delicious moans and gentle heat.

The slapping of our thighs left Calypso quivering in her legs. Every subtle ripple of her ripe ass bouncing off my pelvis, every mewl she cried into Annabeth's pussy, every flex of her bowed back; all left me ravenous for her in ways I couldn't begin to piece together. I couldn't get enough of her.

Nor of Rachel, whom I reduced into a screeching mess as she humped my thigh, her tongue racing and dancing down my throat. She clambered and clawed until I gave her the attention she craved, not that I'd dare to neglect the feisty redhead and her needs.

"Mmmnh! Gods!" Annabeth moaned. "You have– nngh! You have no right… to taste this good. Mmph! Or… or to be this good with your tongue."

She paused, panting as she took in where Calypso and I joined. Flushed and clammy, she didn't hold the same graceful demeanor as when I first walked in, nor did she even hold a candle to Calypso at the moment. But damn if even huffing and puffing under me, she still looked like a thousand drachmas.

For as awestruck as she found herself, Annabeth picked up where she left off, tonguing and suckling on Calypso's clit while her pussy lips clamped around my cock. Rougher as my slamming hips came down on her backside, I couldn't tell if she was trying to push me out or suck me in. Both seemed likely, and left me gritting my teeth as I tried to keep up a heated kiss with Rachel.

My only answer was to speed up. While she clenched down, her walls fluttering in their grip, I pounded without mercy. Sweat trickled down my brow just as her juices dribbled down her thighs, only to be lapped up by Annabeth. Calypso mewled into Annabeth's pussy, a fraction of her grace lost. Both girls began to close their legs around the others' head, though Annabeth was more successful in that endeavor. For what it's worth, Calypso's efforts, in spite of our combined onslaught on her delicate core, still unraveled Annabeth, making her squirm and shudder almost as much as she was.

The combined scent of our arousal left me lightheaded and lust drunk. Calypso especially. The lush richness of her scent hit Annabeth and myself in waves, drawing us into her like the sweetest of wines. Whether by her actions or the nectary haze dribbling into her mouth, Annabeth clasped at Calypso's butt and thighs, parting her pussy lips and whimpering tongue deep into her core.

Their muffled moans couldn't quite match Rachel's though. Having pulled my mouth from hers, she had plenty of room to moan and cry out as I brought her to a knee-wracking finish. One hand clasped my shoulder for stability while the other landed on the rippling flesh of Calypso's butt, which she wasted no time in squeezing her fingers into, eeking out what little give there was.

Just like with Annabeth, we brought the bunk rocking and rattling against the stone wall. Every slam brought Calypso's legs clamping together as she prostrated herself along Annabeth's body, her submissive pose only fueling the fire in my loins. A fire Annabeth tried to quell with her lips and tongue, but she could only muster so much ball sucking before my swaying sack simply rushed too fast for her to catch. Instead, Calypso's clit and thighs served as the cushion for my scrotum to slap into. None of which helped my rising need to burst inside of her.

"That's right," Rachel rasped, her face resting on top of Calypso's bouncing ass. "Fuck her little pussy until she can't walk."

Whatever little speed was left, I used up, just for her. Though she had to give up her pillow, Rachel stared with glazed, awe-struck eyes while I pistoned in and out of Calypso with reckless abandon.

Annabeth returned Calypso's tightening grip with a leglock of her own. Her hips rolled up and her ankles locked behind Calypso's neck, closing what little distance was left between them. For what it was worth, Calypso may have lost some semblance of her grace, but she still licked and slurped at Annabeth's pussy with an unbridled gusto. The fact that my pounding cock left her screaming and moaning into Annabeth's folds didn't hurt either.

"Ohhh… Unnnh!" Annabeth shuddered, her eyes rolling up while trying to keep pace with my cock. Her legs tightened around Calypso's neck while she chewed on her bottom lip.

Whenever she could muster any sense beyond her primal grunting and moaning, she made sure to return Calypso's ever more desperate efforts in turn. Her lips and chin ran wet with the juices trickling from where Calypso and I joined. Each bore a furious determination to finish the other. But while Annabeth had more experience and knowledge, Calypso brought far more incessant desire.

Rachel hummed her delight at the sight before her. Whenever Annabeth dropped her head enough to reveal her juice stained lips and cheeks, Rachel dipped with either fingers or tongue to get a taste of them both.

No doubt, our cacophony had drawn attention from our adjacent rooms. If not from the moans and cries from us all, nor from the perpetual slapping of skin in our messy tangle of limbs, then at least from the overwhelming heady scent of musk and sweat clouding the room. The idea that others might know of our celebration, and that several may even consider joining this orgy in the making, served only to drive me into fucking Calypso without remorse.

Her graceful poise cracked and fractured. Oh, she tried. Tried so desperately to maintain the elegance we knew her for. But with my bruising of her butt and thighs, Annabeth's practiced tonguing of her clit, and Rachel pulling at her face to kiss her, we chipped away at her swanlike demeanor. Until, at last, only a thrashing desperation remained. A primal need to finish.

A need we were more than happy to give.

"Mmmnnn!"

What started as a moan melded into a keening wail. Legs kicking, back rippling, fingers digging into the sheets, Calypso unraveled before us, screaming with all of her might as Rachel did her best to drown out the noise with her lips. All the while, her pussy fluttered in familiar waves. Jets and spurts of saccharine shot through the near seamless gaps between my cock and her walls, spraying Annabeth below.

Annabeth, much to my shock, didn't seem to mind one bit. She recoiled at first, flinching in surprise. Once she realized what was happening, she didn't hesitate to latch her mouth once more to Calypso's pussy and my cock to slurp down what more she could get.

Calypso trembled and spasmed for a few moments longer, until Rachel managed to dull the screaming into her mouth to a groan and whimper. When her body dropped, sapped of all of her strength, her pussy tried to cling to me. But she still fell free, landing on top of Annabeth in a sticky, sweaty heap.

My cock pulled free with a shlick and pop, spilling the remaining of Calypso's juices and a hefty stream of my precum right onto Annabeth's face. All the while, my cock bounced, red and angry, just inches above her.

"Nice, Seaweed Brain… Very nice." She glared up at me with one of her eyes forced shut by the cocktail splattered on her face.

"Oh, don't be so dramatic," Rachel said. She dipped down by our side and pulled Calypso's leg out to let herself give Annabeth a quick tongue bath. Though Annabeth squirmed against it for a bit, once she was able to open her eye again, she couldn't bring herself to complain.

"Fine," she said. "But don't you all think the birthday boy has been working a little too hard so far?"

Rachel snorted. "Fucking three of us almost senseless in one go? The harem might have been the smart move. Not sure you could handle him off the chain all by yourself. No offense."

Annabeth pursed her lips, but before she could retort, Calypso rolled off of her.

"Then let us consider his virility a great gift and boon to share amongst ourselves. But yes, I do believe we owe it to him to return the favor."

"Exactly," Annabeth said after a pause. "So Percy, why don't you sit on the edge of the bed? Girls, let's all get down on our knees."

There are few times I've moved so fast. In no time, the edge of the bed sat snug behind my knees while all three girls knelt down before me.

Annabeth, with her hands on my knees, glared up at me with equal parts meticulous pondering and ravenous hunger. Rachel pawed at my leg, a playful smirk on her lips, which she couldn't stop nibbling at. Calypso knelt with her hands firmly in her lap, darting unsure glances between myself and the other two, her cheeks flushed, but shivering in her anticipation.

"Now here's a sight I know you've fantasized about," Rachel said, stroking her fingers up my thigh.

"As if we can blame him," Annabeth said, her fingers circling my shaft. "The man has a type."

"Sorcerers, tacticians, and artists?" Calypso cocked her head to the side.

"Beautiful women," Annabeth corrected. "The kind that leaves guys doing a double take when we pass them on the sidewalk. Now come on. He looks like he'll burst any moment now."

She said no more, leaning in to kiss the tip. Her hand stroked the shaft for a short few pumps, then pulled away. Locking her eyes with mine, she parted her lips from my cock long enough to open them wider, lick the oozing beads of precum away, and engulf my crown.

"Last I checked, he doesn't have three dicks," Rachel said. "Mind sharing a bit?"

Annabeth pulled away with a soft pop. "If you haven't noticed, there's plenty for all three of us."

While she returned to slurping my cock down her throat, Rachel gave her a perplexed expression, her eyes roaming the parts of my shaft unattended by her lips and tongue. Then she did her gaze down to the bloated balls swaying under it. With a mischievous grin, she dipped down to suck one into her mouth.

I gasped, sucking down breaths through gritted teeth. Even though I'd experienced double blowjobs before, there was no getting used to the sensation. Not that I really wanted to.

Annabeth bobbed her head with a practiced ease, gagging only a bit as my head slipped into her throat. Her stormy eyes shimmered up at me while I curled my fingers into the edge of the bed. And through it, she smiled. Just a soft one. But even with her mouth stuffed full of cock, she smiled up at me before closing her eyes and losing herself to her rhythm, relaxing her throat as her nose ventured closer to my pelvis with every bob of her head.

Rachel on the other hand, dove in like a starving woman. When my ball went into her mouth, she slurped and sucked with unrelenting lust. A bit too hard honestly. She pulled and slathered her tongue along the delicate skin, making me flinch and gasp.

Thankfully, that was enough to tell her to ease up. Winking up at me, she slowed down a bit, suckling while her tongue spun around my ball. By contrast with Annabeth, she used her tongue far more. Though I couldn't imagine Annabeth could do much with her gullet stuffed full of pulsing cockmeat.

That left Calypso, who observed with a demure interest. She brought her eyes to mine every few seconds, clearly unsure of how to proceed. That is until Annabeth pressed my leg out a tad wider, and presented the second of my balls for her to take.

"I suppose I can do this." She padded forward on her knees and leaned in. "Just… Please let me know if I do something wrong."

I gave her a strained comforting smile.

Hesitant, she tried reaching for my ball with her hand, but once she had hold of it, realized she had no space to bring her face in. So she dropped it down and mirrored Rachel, sliding her face along Annabeth's to wrap her lips around the only thing she could. She stayed gentle, kissing and caressing all the sensitive spots she could find. Her dark doe eyes went wide as she grew in slow confidence, her eagerness to please overtaking her nerves about doing something wrong.

It took all of my willpower to not throw my head back and fall into the bed. Their skills weren't quite as far along as Palírroia and Thŷella when they woke me up with a double blowjob, but they made up for it with sheer numbers and eager desire. Elysium may very well pale by comparison to the bliss of that moment.

Annabeth bobbed her head, brushing her cheeks along the hairlines of the two girls at her sides. With every pull back, she spun her tongue over my tip. With every plunge, she gurgled and swallowed around my cock, her eyes lidded, but striving to look up at me.

Though I may have wanted to grab her head and bounce her throat off my cock, I let her do as she wanted. Instead, I settled with tangling my fingers in the hair of the two women sucking my balls.

"If we haven't made it clear yet," Annabeth said, pulling back just enough to leave a threat of precum spanning my cockhead and her lip, "we love you."

She returned to sucking, which forced me to bite back my immediate reply of "unnngh!" As she did, she, along with the other two, roamed her hands up my body, stroking over my feverish muscles as they rippled and strained in my efforts to not lose myself right then and there.

"I… I love you all too." I panted, breaths shaky. "Gods, I love you all so much."

Rachel smirked while Calypso smiled gently. Both continued their work, suckling my balls in their own unique way. Annabeth flashed a victorious grin, bobbing her head faster than before, slurping with a fraction of her methodical stoicism lost.

Every passing second lasted both too long and not long enough. My growing need to finish became harder and harder to stave off.

It ended with her nose buried into the base of my cock. Her throat locked around my cock, rippling and milking me for a creamy finish. She knew how close I was when this all started, and undoubtedly how little more I could take.

Three pairs of eyes, one green, one gray, one almost black, stared up at me. While Annabeth gurgled and swallowed around my cock, Rachel and Calypso pulled, kissed, and sucked on my balls. Every brush of their tongues left them pulsing and throbbing in their mouths, aching and eager to empty themselves.

Whether by the clenching of my legs and hands, the shaking of my breaths, or the violent pulsing in my cock and balls, the girls caught on to my finish a moment before I did.

"I'm about to…"

Annabeth pulled back with a loud slurp while a soft pop indicated the other two doing the same with my balls. Her hands replaced her lips, gripping my cock and stroking with a practiced pace. She managed only a half dozen pumps before the first jet of pearly fluid burst out from the tip.

Thick pale cum splattered over Annabeth's pretty face. But before I was done with the first shot, she pointed my cock in Rachel's direction, letting her take the second round of face painting. Then Calypso, who squealed in rapture as I drenched her forehead and cheek.

Twice more, Annabeth let my load cycle through the girls, leaving all of them with a thick coat of salty cum, which they wasted little time in cleaning with their fingers and tongues.

"You have to be kidding," Rachel said. "Where do you keep all of this?"

"Mmm." Calypso slurped down as much as she could, swiping her fingers through her cream covered face and sucking her digits clean. "So much! So warm!"

"Impressive as always. Almost worryingly so." Annabeth licked her finger clean, then leaned forward to dab her tongue over the last bead dribbling from my tip. She offered me a cursory glance and smile before closing her eyes as if she were savoring a fine wine. "Did you enjoy your breakfast?"

"We know Calypso enjoyed hers," Rachel laughed. "She's almost– oof!"

Calypso tackled her to the ground, licking her face clean while Rachel giggled and squealed. Only when two kissed and shared my cum did she have a chance to catch her breath.

Annabeth rolled her eyes and shook her head. In spite of that, she couldn't stop smiling. "Happy birthday, Seaweed Brain."

I slumped back on the bed while she joined me at my side. While I caught my breath, she followed suit after Calypso and cleaned her face one fingerful at a time.

"Thanks. I probably shouldn't get used to this, right?"

"That depends entirely on you." Her fingertip popped from her mouth. "But for what it's worth, I'm up for sharing with just about anyone with you. Think Palírroia has forgiven me by now?"

"I thought you two were on good terms." I propped myself up on my elbows.

"There's a bit of a difference between being cordial and sleeping together."

I shrugged. "In that case, only way to find out is to ask her. Though I don't think you'll be as comfortable as these two." I gestured to Calypso and Rachel, who embraced in their sticky, sweaty post-sex afterglow.

"No argument there." She cleaned off the last of the cum from the tip of her nose. "Now, what was so important that you almost cut off that wonderful experience?"

"Huh? What are… Oh yeah."

I glanced down at the two on the ground, first concerned at how they'd take what I had to say, but grateful they were present. Above all others, they deserved to know the full, uncut truth.

"It's about Hylla."

"Oh, boy. That's his serious voice." Rachel said. "Come on, let's get more comfortable."

She and Calypso hopped onto the bed, the former holding my hand while the latter leaned on my side. That left Annabeth to claim my lap for herself, which she did with a smug expression.

"Alright, spill it."

"So you know how Hylla was making a bunch of deals."

They nodded.

"A place to live in exchange for training, resources in exchange for an alliance, and helping out my family in exchange for me pimping myself out to her."

"After today, I can't say I blame her," Rachel said with a snicker.

"Come on, he's being serious," Annabeth said, running her fingers over my chest. "But yeah. We were all there when you told us."

Calypso didn't say anything, instead cuddling her way into my side as she cooled down from earlier.

I took a deep breath. "There was a final stipulation to that last part of the deal."

"What, does she want me to sit and watch?" Annabeth said. "Wouldn't be the first time I get to see you ruin another woman. Oh, unless she wants to try some of the other girls too. Most of them wouldn't be on board with that."

"Now you're the one interrupting," Rachel pointed out.

"Bite me."

"Don't mind if I—"

"She said I have to get her pregnant."

Silence.

No one dared utter a word. All three of them turned their heads to look me dead in the eyes. Rachel tightened her grip on my hand. Calypso squeezed herself into my side, shaking in place. And Annabeth; her pupils shrank to pinpricks.

Moments passed without a sound. Until at last, Annabeth turned herself around and straddled my lap, putting her hands on my shoulders.

"Say that one more time," she whispered, her voice dangerously calm.

I put my hand on her hip and tried to offer a reassuring squeeze, though I doubt she noticed it.

"When we were going over the deal, she said that at some point in the future, she wants to have my child."

Annabeth took a number of deep breaths, forcing them through her nose at a slow and deliberate pace.

"No!" Calypso exclaimed, clambering onto my shoulder. "She has no right! What makes her think she can tell you that?!"

"Not to mention… Have you two even discussed this?" Rachel pointed her finger at Annabeth and me.

"We haven't," Annabeth said, her voice cold. "Not for a lack of wanting. It was just never the right time." She squeezed down on my shoulders, then eased her grip as she let out a breath.

"Calm, calm, calm," she whispered to herself.

"There are plenty of us that should get that first," Calypso insisted. "The Fates know how much I want you to make me a mother!"

I wanted to feign surprise, but honestly, I was more surprised that it took this long for her to confess.

"I've considered it," Rachel admitted. "But not now. Not for a while at least. We've had too much happening all at once. Maybe once things really slow down…"

"Enough," Annabeth said. "Percy, I want to make this very clear. Is that exactly what she said? That this part of the deal requires you to get her pregnant?"

"Sort of? She said that I can refuse, and there won't be any problems. But if I don't go along with sleeping with her, she won't lift a finger to help my family or the nymphs we rescued."

"The nymphs? What do they…?" She shook her head. "That's besides the point. So she's piling on the incentives. Then yeah… I can believe it."

"But she doesn't even know you," Calypso insisted. "Why would she want that?"

"She said it was because of the stress. And I could help her with that."

"If it were stress, she could get herself the best sex machines on the market. Or even hire an escort as her personal boytoy," Annabeth said, a growl underlining her words. "There's more to this. And you need to find out what it is. What her real reasons are."

She put her hands on my cheeks and pressed her nose to mine. "Let me be as crystal clear as I can be. No one, and I mean no one, is having your children before me. I don't want to pressure you into it. And now, I'm more than willing to wait as long as it takes for you to be ready. But when the time comes, I will be the first woman to have your child."

I pulled her flush against me. "I wouldn't have it any other way. But once we do…"

"It's obviously not a good idea to get us all pregnant at the same time. But I think you can afford to have a handful of us like that."

"So after we know you're pregnant," Calypso started, her voice soft and tremulous, "then I can—"

"Yes," Annabeth said. "Or… well, you have my permission. Percy still needs to have a say in it. But given our life situation, I think we'd be better off raising a family when the siblings are about the same age."

I eased up on Annabeth long enough to give Calypso a one armed embrace. "If Annabeth is the first, you'll be right after."

Calypso beamed, misty-eyed, and nuzzled my shoulder before peppering it with as many kisses as she could manage.

"Don't worry about me," Rachel said. "I'll wait as long as I have to. Though I'd still prefer to be a mom before some woman you barely know gets to call you her baby daddy."

I nodded. "Then I'll tell Hylla no deal. We'll find a way to help the nymphs. And my family won't be worse off for it. Just means they can keep up how they've been doing."

"Now, hold on," Annabeth said. "I'm not saying to back out. Gods know how much I love your mother, and I want to be there after she gives birth. Likewise, I know how much you want to take responsibility for those nymphs, seeing as a lot of them aren't in the best position to protect themselves."

"Overreaching, if you ask me," Rachel said. "You can't control everything. You can't always help everyone."

"But we can still help them." Annabeth moistened her lips, her eyes staring up at the ceiling while she processed her thoughts. "Aphrodite made it clear that you can control whether or not you get someone pregnant. So here's my line of thinking. If you really want to go through with this plan to help everyone, then you have my blessing. But don't get her pregnant. Not for now, at least. And ideally not until after you've put a baby into those of us who really want to have a family with you.

"In the meantime, try to figure out what she really wants. What her angle is. Maybe she's resorting to extreme measures when there really isn't a need for one. Something tells me that she may not even want this as much as she's letting on. And if we can find out that there's another path, you can be damned sure we'll take it."

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A/N: Two and a half months later, and the world still hasn't burned to the ground. Thank the gods. More than anyone else, I know how long it's been. More than anyone else, I know why it's taken this long. So if you'll lend me your ears... eyes? I shall regale you with the tale of how many twists and turns life has thrown at me since the last upload.

For one, this chapter has once more destroyed the record for the longest chapter ever released. In spite of that, there are about another ten to twelve thousand words you won't see, courtesy of numerous rewrites. This was my first ever attempt at something so... involved, so I wanted to get it right.

But as we're all aware, life likes to throw other curveballs at me. Up to and including the following: the death of my family dog (whom I've lived with for almost sixteen years), seeing to my mother for a surgery due to a cancer scare (thankfully, she is verified cancer free), finding a new place to live because my roommate decided to play "on again-off again" with our living arrangements and saddling me with a roughly $1,700 monthly living expense just to stay in an apartment on my own, recovering from multiple workplace injuries (including a pulled groin) as a result of a new position they wanted me to take over, along with several birthdays ranging from my mother and sister to close friends. Seriously, why must so many people be born in May?

So suffice to say, it hasn't been a deliberate attempt to blow the story off. Far from it. Life just likes to give a gut punch every now and then to make sure I can wheeze properly. Heck, even now, as I write this, it isn't even five in the morning. I squeeze in what time I can manage. Later today, I'll be moving into a new apartment, so yay! You kind of get an early upload (ignoring the last couple months of static).

On to the actual chapter itself. Good gods, Percy is in for one heck of a wake up call. Not sure if the "harem" aspect has really settled in for him prior to this. That was a joke. So many people to please, it almost makes you wonder. Who really belongs to who? Do the girls belong to Percy or does Percy belong to the girls? Food for thought.

Obviously, those closest to him don't like being told that someone wants to hijack their space in line for becoming mothers by Percy's hand, especially a certain Wise Girl. But we've only cracked the seal for Hylla's perspective. Time to actually open it up and read what it has to say.

In any case, I do wish you all the very best, and I can say with a relative degree of confidence that the next chapter won't take nearly as long to get out. In the meantime though, do let me know your thoughts. And probably get yourself some moisturizer and ointment for what this chapter did to you. There is always space open in the Discord server (and yes, if you get banned for having a hacked account, you can still re-apply after you've fixed the issue. Just reach out to me personally, and I'll see that the ban is lifted. Just stop clicking shady links!). Likewise, P atreon is always happy to give you a chapter a week before everyone else. And if nothing else, your reviews are always a joy to go through.

So I'll go ahead and leave you all there. Next chapter is already underway, so fingers crossed it shouldn't take too long. This is Ronin signing off.