Silena Beauregard
Once again, Silena found herself waking up in an unfamiliar bed. This time, the hangover of a lifetime added insult to injury. Her eyelids felt as if they had turned to lead and her head pounded as she sat up. Next to her Annabeth, ever graceful, was snoring into her pillow with her face down.
"Fuck," Silena grunted to herself, sitting up and pulled on her shorts.
It took her a few moments to organize her thoughts, but then she remembered the proceeding evening.
It had been a fun girls' night. It had also been the first time she slept outside of her home since her return from the dead.
Her restless, alcohol-marred sleep had been light and exhausting for a disturbing cocktail of nightmares had plagued her. Not the normal demigod dreams and visions she had enjoyed throughout her last life, just dark flashes of memories.
Silena squinted as the light of the morning sun assaulted her retina through the windows and slipped out of the room. In the living room, Thalia was sleeping on the couch.
The remnants of their party still littered Annabeth's glass living room table. Half-finished bottles joined empty ones and glasses littering the table along with almost empty bowls of snacks.
The last night had been a very pleasant girls' night. She could enjoy guy drama, as long as it wasn't her guy drama. It certainly beats lying alone in bed and with the vibrator she had liberated from Percy's dungeon now that he was locked down.
So after cleaning up the flat and eating a collective breakfast, their group parted ways. Annabeth headed over to Percy's Thalia to do whatever the hunt did, and she headed back home.
It was a rather long walk but Silena was fine with that. There was no reason to hurry. All that waited was possibly a messy home, though she was not sure how quickly even Percy could mess up the place.
Not wishing to tempt fate, she did not ponder the matter any further.
Once home, she was met by loud music moments later found Percy in their home's fitness area with Juniper hovering behind him, holding a towel and water bottle while very openly googling the godling. Silena could not hold it against her.
Damn, Silena thought to herself as she watched him bench-pressing what looked like it was probably well above her own body weight. He was a rare specimen of a man and losing the second biggest perk of being his sex slave to Annabeth had truly been her loss so she could empathize with Juniper being somewhat put off after not being used in the way her daydreams had likely promised.
For a moment, she was so lost in fond fantasies and memories of Percy's lips moving over her skin or that passive awareness of his physical strength as their bodies moved together.
that she didn't register Percy setting down the weights, sitting up, and noticing her.
"Oh, hey Silena?" Percy greeted her with a grin and Juniper nodded at her curtly. "How is Piper doing?"
"Fine," Silena said and looked around. "Any...?"
"Nah, spent most of the night at Apollo's," Percy admitted. "You know, divine training..."
"Did you learn anything?" Silena asked curiously.
Percy snorted and leaned forward, resting his arms on his thighs. "Nah, apparently it takes time."
With a groan, the god rose to his feet and they exchanged a quick one of those mildly awkward one-arm embraces.
"I already cleaned the house up," Juniper announced, sounding rather smug.
"Thanks," Silena replied, smiling sweetly, not sure if Juniper was attempting to kick loose some sort of rivalry or not. Under normal circumstances, she would make that assumption, but Juniper had always struck her as a peaceful and gentle soul. On the other hand, she would have never imagined that Juniper would volunteer herself to join a god's harem. Dragged off into one, sure. But volunteering? It seemed that everyone grew up and in the end, even adorable little dryads ended up playing Girls Gone Wild.
"So, Juniper spotting for you?" Silena asked once Juniper had departed.
"Yeah," Percy announced, looking slightly uneasy. "Silena, I think Juniper is trying to sleep with me. She totally came onto me last night."
Silena rolled her eyes. "Darling, I thought we already established that Juniper probably wants a piece of you. You are quite the catch, you know?"
Percy shrugged, "Still, was kinda weird. Which is surprising, one would think that being pursued by a cute dryad is something worth striving for."
"Perhaps you can be excused," Silena replied with a light wink. "Your girl situation is already complicated enough with the two ladies downstairs, Annabeth, and of course our situation..."
Percy sighed deeply. "Seeing as we are on the topic, I talked to Khione last night."
"And?" Silena asked hopefully.
"Well, I think she assumed my intentions were less than honorable?" Percy admitted.
"What happened?" Silena asked, surprised.
"Brought her out, we talked. I explained your proposal, but she wasn't happy..."
Silena sighed. "Give it time, please do. I think Khione could make a good roommate, she really isn't that bad."
"We'll see," Percy replied and Silena beamed at him.
Before she could say another word her legs suddenly gave away and the last thing she saw was herself following forward onto Percy.
When her eyes snapped open she was sitting in a rotting boat, a robed skeletal figure standing at the rear, propelling them across a fowl dark river. An all-consuming cold emptiness eclipsed what once had once been her mind. It was hard to concentrate on one thing, even the fact that she and those sitting with her were transparent failed to cause the alarm it should have. Some of those sitting with her seemed oddly familiar, around her age, and something about their clothes...though what it was,...she could not place.
She knew she was dead, and her time of reckoning was coming. She would answer for her mistakes, her crimes. How many valiant heroes had died due to her treason? Dozens? It was hard to say. A few names, even in her docile state, stabbed deep into her soul. Charlie, Michael, Lee, and her own sister Stacy. Again and again, their faces flashed through her mind. Though Silena knew she would answer for their deaths soon enough. Had she been coerced into doing Luke's bidding? Perhaps, but she doubted she would receive Mercy for that, nor would she ask for any. It could have all been avoided at so many opportunities.
She could have just come forward, told Charlie, Percy, her chosen little sister Annabeth, or even Chiron. They would have likely understood, in death, she could finally see that. She could have just not argued against Annabeth's proposed counter-espionage measures, measures she knew would have uncovered her betrail. No,..she had just been too scared.
Finally, in the distance, a shoreline appeared. Legions of dead warriors stood their silent vigil, guarding the boundaries of their Lord's domain as the war raged on ahead.
"Almost there," Charon announced coldly. "I hope you said your prayers to the gods, for now only one Lord can hear you."
She stayed silent, just staring ahead into the distance, as the pier came ever closer. Finally, they drew up aside the rotten wooden planks with uncanny precision.
"Out with you lot," Charon purred. "The fields await you."
As docile as sheep, they rose in a huddled group and slowly made their way up the pier and approached what looked like a security terminal with metal detectors and booths manned by the servants of the dark lord.
A massive three-headed dog slowly paced back and forth in front, pushing through the crowds of ghosts like a ship through water.
They were herded forward to the security checkpoints and Silena immediately joined one of the long lines of ghosts, waiting for judgment. She knew, that if she made for the fields of Asophidal, she would be stopped and dragged over. The underworld would not let her escape her day in court.
And so began the wait. She did not tire so she was even robbed of that metric by which she could judge the passage of time. Ever so slowly she progressed forward, weight down by the gloom and the pressing silence, broken only by Cerberus's occasional barks.
How long she waited for her moment in court? Lacking any reference, it was hard to tell. Perhaps minutes, hours, even days. Ever so slowly the line moved forward under the watchful gazes of a dozen security Ghouls. Finally, she found herself standing in front of an ancient Greek-themed pavilion with a massive burning bronze brazier inside.
Three imposing figures in black robes and sporting golden masks awaited her in front of the fire.
Silena froze in terror and would have stayed like that forever if two of the Ghouls hadn't shoved her forward, somehow connecting to her immaterial form.
Finally, she managed to steady herself and glared up at the figures defiantly.
"Betrayed the Heroes to the Titans," the first judge announced, his voice cold as ice.
"Betrayed the gods," the second judge whispered.
"She was coerced, and the honor regained through death must be considered," the third judge announced and Silena had that very alien feeling as if every memory of hers was being put under a microscope.
"What do you have to say for yourself?" the first judge asked.
"I...I did my best. I tried," she promised, her voice coming out as barely more than a whisper in the breeze.
"I can see that," the second judge reasoned. "You had a kind heart, but you were hopelessly naive."
Silena stayed silent, not knowing what to say. It was true, and a lot more generous than she gave herself credit.
"The actions of one barely more than a child, hopelessly out of her depth," the third judge shot back.
"It does not excuse the betrayal," the first judge fired back. "Others face greater challenges, but are yet to falter in their duties to the gods."
"Her metal must not be judged by the standards of heroes who rival even the gods in their valor and resolve," the third judge insisted.
"Too much betrayal for Elysium, too many squandered opportunities," the second declared.
"Yet there is too much kindness and compassion for the Fields of Punishment or even Tartarus. She has already paid dearly for her crimes, and her death was one worthy of legends," the third argued back.
"Then perhaps Asphodel would be appropriated?" the first judge offered.
Silena watched, feeling strangely indifferent as her fate was decided. She understood what was at stake for her, but it failed to register the way it should.
"Silena Beauregard, if you wish to address the court, you may do so now," the first judge tore her from her thoughts.
"I..." she fell silent, trying hard to think but was unable to conjure up a coherent thought. "I am sorry."
"It is not our forgiveness you needed to beg for, Silena," the second judge concluded.
"Silena Beauregard, you shall be confined to the fields of Asphodel for all eternity," the first judge announced with a terrible finality. "This is the will of the gods and the reward for your actions. The good at bad, the courageous and the cowardly."
Suddenly Silena found herself looking up into the familiar faces of Percy, Annabeth, and her half-sister Piper.
"What ha-" the words never managed to cross her lips, instead she rolled to the right and rolled off the deckchair she was lying on, and keeping herself propped up on her elbows she emptied her stomach right at her owner's feet.
"Welcome back," Piper announced drily after jumping back.
Silena gagged hard as her throat braced itself for another rush of bile but nothing came.
Moments later Annabeth was kneeling at her left. "Steady there," the daughter of Athena chided. "You gave us a bit of a scare. What happened?"
"Was a bit too much last night?" Juniper piped up curiously from the neighboring deck chair, looking down at her with pity.
"No,..I don't,..." she stuttered, failing to find the words. Something cold had settled in her stomach and her hands were shaking hard.
"Help me, Percy. Let's get her downstairs," Annabeth ordered and she felt the two warriors grabbing her arms and pulling her back to her feet.
"I am so sorry," Silena croaked and moments later her legs gave away and she would have fallen again if Percy and Annabeth hadn't been holding her upright.
"Just carry her," she heard Annabeth snap.
"I can walk," she argued, sparing herself the embarrassment of being carried around like a damsel in distress.
"You alright?" Annabeth asked, "You had a flashback like Hazel used to have?"
"She had these too? I don't know," Silena replied weekly. "Sure looks like it though."
She was promptly escorted downstairs and ordered to lie back down, despite her assurances that she was fine. "Are you okay?" she was asked once again.
"Yeah, I think so. Does anyone have anything to drink?"
"I'll get a glass of water," Annabeth announced and hurried off, leaving her alone with Percy.
"Sorry for almost throwing up on you," Silena muttered.
"Don't worry about it," he replied and sat down next to her and placed a hand on her shoulder.
"It was a flashback?" he asked.
"Yeah," she admitted. "When I first came to the underworld."
"You okay?" Percy asked, looking down at her with genuine concern. Silena forced herself to look away, she knew Percy had no idea how attractive he was at that moment. This caring and worried Percy made her heart turn to warm butter.
If Percy hadn't been taken,...well appreciated how easy it would be to fall for him there.
Yeah, I'll be fine," Silena promised Percy just as Annabeth reentered the room and offered her a glass of water.
Silena gratefully took a sip and washed away the foul taste of bile from her tongue. "Thanks, guys. I am fine," Silena assured them.
When the demigods didn't look convinced she generously added, "I will rest a bit, you know, slight hangover here."
Percy slowly nodded, seemingly satisfied by this.
Percy Jackson
Leaving Silena to rest Percy joined Annabeth in the kitchen, where she was fashioning herself some Cornflakes.
"How was last night?" Percy asked, stepping behind Annabeth and kissing the side of her head.
"It was nice, Piper kinda escalates once she's had a few so Thalia and I had to keep her out of trouble," she mused.
Percy glanced around and spotted Juniper peaking at them through the doorway.
"Want to take a shower later?" Annabeth whispered loudly, certainly loud enough for Juniper to hear.
"Ahm, yeah," Percy agreed awkwardly and glanced back at Juniper. Then figuring that he would have to get used to Juniper poking around and watching he embraced Annabeth from behind and pressed his lips against her neck.
"That tickles," Annabeth complained and gently pushed his head away. "I missed you last night."
Percy grinned, "Well, I missed you too."
As Annabeth ate Percy brought Annabeth up to speed, including his run-in with Juniper the last day. To his surprise, Annabeth only laughed. "That was to be expected," she reasoned, following in line with what Silena had said earlier. "We know Juniper has a very classical take on what being in God's private collection is supposed to look like and you are very cute. At least it looks like she is mostly enjoying her time on Olympus, even if she isn't getting all she hoped for. New canvas and all... ."
Percy sighed deeply. Finally, once Annabeth finished up he graciously allowed her to lead him back to the bedroom and into the bathroom. "You know, you might have to sleepover at my place more often. Doesn't feel right to leave her alone all the time..." she announced. "And I don't want to go back to not sleeping in the same bed, I really enjoyed that about the trip."
"Wasn't the only thing you enjoyed about the trip," Percy joked with a self-satisfied grin.
"Oh, knock that smile from your face," Annabeth snapped but the playful grin took the sharpness from her words.
With an appreciative grin, Percy leaned against the walls with his arms crossed as Annabeth pulled off that old, worn out, slightly too tight camp half-blood short that she seemed to own a never-ending stick off and likely hadn't replaced since she was twelve, showing off her toned, muscular body.
Helped along by magical means, most of her wounds had almost completely healed. The numerous bumps and bruises Annabeth had received had faded to a greenish shadow. In Percy's eye, though he was undeniably biased on the matter, those fading battle-scars, gracing her toned, athletic form, made her only look all the more fierce and quite honestly sexy. Her new, much shorter haircut only added to the image of her being the scruffy warrior princess he had fallen in love with all those years ago.
Annabeth noticed him staring, rolled her eyes, but then put on what he hoped was supposed to be a bit of a show as she removed her sports bra, showing off her modest but symmetrical and firm breasts. Noticing that his attention was very much securely on his chest Annabeth offered him another face-saving eye role and looked at him pointedly.
"Are you just going to stare at me all day long Seaweed Brain, I thought we were going to take a shower? It's like you've never seen boobs before.."
Percy stuck his tongue out but complied and tried to race Annabeth to being completely naked. Fortunately, he lost.
Before long Percy allowed Annabeth to hear him back into the large shower stall. "So Seaweed Brain, get me wet," Annabeth challenged with a grin.
"With pleasure," Percy replied and turned the water tap to let a steamy warm downpour descend on them.
Optimistically assuming consent was a given Percy stepped forward and kissed Annabeth hard on the lips only to be pushed back. "As much as I appreciate your enthusiasm I actually really need a shower," Annabeth announced loudly
"You want me to soap you?" Percy asked pointedly and Annabeth grinned.
"Don't forget my boobs, good sir!" the daughter of Athena joked and grabbed a bottle of body wash that had been left there by Silena not too long ago.
Percy did wash Annabeth, both with great thoroughness and enthusiasm, making especially sure that her breasts were spotlessly clean. He enjoyed every moment of running his hands over her lean form. Finally, as he embraced Annabeth from behind, running his hands over her lean form, he decided to get to the fun part.
Annabeth stood on the tips of her toes and kissed him on the lips, her fingers simultaneously curling around his balls, gently massaging them.
Percy lost no time in enthusiastically cupping her cheeks and deepened the kiss in return. Grinning to himself Percy gently pushed Annabeth back against the water nozzle-covered wall and then flicked them on as well. Why not grant Annabeth a little massage? When jets of water began to
For a few long moments, they exchanged heated kisses in the water until Percy finally picked her up and pressed her against the wall. After wrapping her powerful legs around his waist Percy let off Annabeth's lips and turned his attentional further downwards, running a trail of kisses down Annabeth's neck. As tempted as he was to leave another hickey Percy knew Annabeth would be mildly upset once she realized, so he chose against it.
Instead, Percy progressed down her collarbone until he finally reached her breasts. Keeping Annabeth's torso secured against the wall, Percy grabbed both of her breasts and squeezed them enthusiastically while leaving the nipples themselves exposed, allowing him to lean forward and enjoy them.
By now Percy knew how to work breasts, starting off when gently pressing his tongue against her nipples and drawing circles around them, switching back and forth between them as he did. But before long he was really at work, performing the classing combat mix of kissing, sucking, and finally nibbling.
Soon Annabeth's nipples were hard and swollen, her gentle moans drowned out by the downpour of steaming water as Percy subjected her to the sensual torture. Trapping her between himself and the wall Percy finally reached down and began to position himself only to have Annabeth tap his arm.
"Not here," she said, her cheeks flushed. "Don't want you to slip...I could get hurt."
Percy pointed but didn't argue, instead gently setting Annabeth down and then sliding down to his knees in front of the woman. "Regardless of where this is going, I am a happy girl," Annabeth joked, running her fingers through his hair as she did, and threw her head back in anticipation.
Regardless of how oblivious Percy might be even, even he got that hint. Pushing more long terms aside for the moment though, Percy leaned forward and pressed his lips against Annabeth's cleanly shaven womanhood. Not having to come for breath,...it really had its advantages.
Annabeth Chase
Annabeth could have slapped herself for that comment, looking up to hide her blush. The water was hot, and she blindly reached out and turned off the massage nozzles. It had just slipped out before she could stop herself. Despite only just having gotten together and the harem situation, Annabeth might have even just said yes in a slightly different setting. And she was working out the finger details for a more future-proof and realistic arrangement concerning the harem, despite having complete faith in Percy's loyalty to her. It would certainly save her from having to rough Juniper up for making such a blatant pass at her man last night.
The fates only knew, if Percy had asked her after returning from Tartarus, she would have given him the yes without a moment of hesitation.
Before she could suffer any more under the weight of her own embarrassment Percy once again saved her.
She felt the kneeling god's hands on the backs of her thighs and a moment later she sensed him leaning closer.
Annabeth had lied earlier. She had showered at home and shaved at home in the hope of getting lucky at home. But as Percy's lips made contact with her any regrets she might have had over that small dishonesty quickly faded.
Annabeth kept her eyes closed, her breath catching as Percy began to work his tongue through her.
"Fuck," Annabeth gasped, her knees suddenly feeling awfully weak as her man went to work. She already very much enjoyed it when he did his thing to her breasts but this...this was something different.
Annabeth bit back a soft moan as Percy pushed his face further in and spread her thighs slightly to offer Percy easier access. His tongue once again danced those circles, only this time around her vulva before they finally reached the spot.
Annabeth bit her lip hard, the fingers she had buried in Percy's hair involuntarily forming a knot.
There was something different about being eaten out, it was softer, less intrusive than a hand, toy or a penis would be and to Annabeth it wasn't only the physical stimulation, but also having this god, this beautiful man she had wanted for so many years kneeling in front of her, seeking only to give her pleasure...
As Percy paid her clitoris more and more attention things really started getting good. There was that overwhelming pressure forming in her lower abdomen that seemed to radiate warmth up into her stomach. Soon that warmth turned into an almost tingling heat, sparks shooting up her spine and down her legs every time Percy stimulated that bundle of nerves.
The ADHD part of her mind considered the irony of Percy being so good at reading the female body while also being so stubbornly oblivious in just about any other interaction with a woman.
"Oh gods," she whimpered slightly. "Please!" Then, when he seemed to take pity on her begging and moved further back Annabeth found herself countering her earlier begs. "No...no...don't stop," Annabeth then begged, her free hand coming to rest on her breast.
Annabeth risked a glance down and admired that muscular tanned form. His eyes were closed as he fully concentrated on his task. He was gorgeous. Just then, as Percy returned to teasing her clitoris, one his hands came around and she felt Percy push a finger into her.
A sharp whimper tore from her lips and her knees buckled slightly, only stopped by the close proximity of Percy's broad shoulders.
"Gods Percy, don't stop," Annabeth encouraged him.
Just when Annabeth thought nothing in the world could ruin that perfect someone green-skinned knocked on the shower's mist-covered glass door. A second later the door was pulled open, revealing an impatient-looking Juniper who visibly paused when she realized Percy's somewhat compromising position.
Unfortunately, Percy hadn't realized the intrusion so the indignant outburst came from her.
"What the fuck!" Annabeth yelled, pushing Percy away and covering herself as much as possible while blushing furiously.
Confused Percy looked around. "Juniper?" Percy asked surprised, also rising to his feet and trying to cover himself.
After looking them over for a long moment Juniper too blushed, her cheeks turning a much darker shade of green. "You have a guest waiting for you upstairs," Juniper announced, looking them over and then visibly flinching away from Annabeth's glare as annoyance quickly displaced surprise. "Ever heard of knocking!" Annabeth burst out and hurried past Juniper to grab a towel to wrap around herself.
"I did," Juniper defended herself, and then bit her lower lip slightly as her eyes darted back to Percy. Understandably, of course. He was, in Annabeth's opinion, very good-looking. But at this moment Annebth seriously doubted Juniper appreciated how close she got to deepthroating her fist. "But the two of you didn't hear me, it looks like you were occupied..."
Percy groaned and turned the water off before grabbing a towel himself. "Who is waiting?" he asked, getting to business remarkably fast.
"Calypso, you know that one that was stuck on the island," Juniper explained, finally tearing her gaze away from Percy.
"What is she doing here?" Annabeth demanded, for some reason feeling surprisingly jealous. Ironically she did not feel threatened in the same way by Silena, who she knew had slept with Percy multiple times and made no particular secret about it. Perhaps it was because to this day Percy hadn't gone into detail about what had happened on that island. Perhaps because despite Percy's claims that she was his first, she wasn't entirely sure that was true. Simply logically speaking, if she were stuck on an island for millennia, and every thousand years or so a dashing hero came by, she would take full advantage of that situation, even if deep down she knew he would not stay. Leo, of course, being the obvious exception there. If she and Leo were the last two humans in the world, humanity would go extinct then and there. Even the mere thought of the little pervert touching her in a sexual manner sent cold shivers down her back, and not in a good way. To this day, the fact that Calypso was in a relationship truly baffled her. The only plausible explanation Annabeth had come up with where that either Calypso's curse had somehow warped her into being attracted to the Son of Hephaestus, or Leo had invented some henti-style mind control device.
Juniper shrugged. "Since when does anyone feel the need to explain themselves to a dryad?" Juniper asked pointedly before turning around and leaving the bathroom, sparing them the task of coming up with an adequate response that that very valid point.
"Percy, I know Juniper is a nymph, so probably a naturalist and so on, but she needs to learn boundaries," Annabeth announced as they finally got dressed. "I, for one, do not appreciate it when people walk in on me getting eaten out in the shower."
Percy shrugged sheepishly. "What am I supposed to do, ground her?"
Annabeth shrugged. "She is technically your slave, Seaweed Brain. So I'll leave that in your capable hands."
Once they were both dressed they began to make their way upstairs and slowly Annabeth's apprehension grew. Despite having seen Calypso once or twice she had more or less avoided the sorceress. She wasn't proud of it, but at the time Annabeth had not felt capable of handling a confrontation with grace.
Calypso awaited them in the courtyard. Dressed in short-cut jeans and a camp shirt she looked much like Annabeth remembered her with long, caramel hair, willowy form, and attractive symmetrical features. While Annabeth had ever actually talked with Calypso, she had seen her from a distance at camp, after which she had returned to New York as soon as possible. Some part of her had feared that Calypso would make a bee-line straight for Percy. At the time, running home and eating ice cream while burying herself in her work had seemed like the adult thing to do.
Finally, as Percy approached Annabeth fell back slightly, watching Calypso cautiously. A cautious but gentle smile appeared on the sorceress's face when she spotted the god approach. "Ahm hi Calypso," Percy asked awkwardly.
"It has been a while, Percy Jackson," Calypso replied.
"Ahm yeah, sorry for not saying hello. I've been busy," Percy explained.
"So I have heard," Calypso replied. "I do not blame you for the gods not standing by their word. But at least it seems you are doing well enough for yourself."
Her attention then visibly turned towards Annabeth. While the smile was not unfriendly Annabeth's held the hardness of a weary and seasoned warrior. "And you are the Annabeth Percy mentioned," Calypso replied, clearly not phased by Annabeth's less-than-warm welcome. That and she didn't quite know how she felt about Percy talking to people about her. She had always valued her privacy, and why she doubted Percy would break her confidence,...well Annabeth had never been the most trusting. "I can see why he was so taken by you," Calypso then added, making a point of looking Annabeth over as a disarming smile appeared on her lips.
Despite herself, a light blush appeared on Annabeth's cheeks as she relaxed a bit.
"So, what can I do for you?" Percy asked uncomfortably.
"I might have a problem?" Calypso asked cryptically.
Annabeth sighed, realizing this was perhaps only a business meeting of sorts after all, and stepped closer. "What's going on."
"Probably nothing," Calypso reasoned. "Just a feeling. The older gods have a long memory and I fear I am certainly not their favorite demi-titan. Regardless of whatever accord you might have struck with Zeus, I fear he might not be willing to just allow me to be freed before he commands it. I wanted to know if heard any rumors of them making a move?"
Percy shrugged. "Not really. Why would they tell me anyway?"
Calypso cocked her head slightly, "Well, I understand you are currently the go-to god for tracking down disgraced goddesses and immortals. If Zeus was having second thoughts concerning my freedom I would assume you would be the first to know."
Percy blushed deeply and dropped his gaze and for a moment Annabeth had a mental image of Calypso sulking down in one of the residence cells along with Circe and Khione. Then, Annabeth reasoned, if push came to shove Percy would likely just put her under house arrest if he could get away with it.
"Well yeah, but no. No one has mentioned something like that to me as of now," Percy admitted.
Just then Juniper appeared next to Annabeth. "Should I get refreshments or snacks? As long as it's Vegetarian..." Juniper whispered under her breath.
Still slightly annoyed with Juniper Annabeth took a moment to sort her thoughts. Regardless of how tempting it was to educate Juniper that she was in no position to set such conditions, there were more pressing matters at hand. "Not for now," she said quietly and then turned her attention back to the main conversation. "I haven't heard anything either," Annabeth announced awkwardly. "Though I doubt anyone would bother telling me. I'm just the city planner around here."
"Well," Calypso reasoned, her eyes lingering on Percy's face just a tad too long. "I shall take this as fair tidings. In the end, I can only hope that the fates have chosen to grant me a merciful path."
"It'll be fine," Percy assured her, though Annabeth did not know where he took this confidence from. Judging by their track record, Murphy's Law could applied to their lives with some reliability. But she too smiled reassuringly and almost popped two thumbs up but suppressed the impulse.
"Honestly, I think Zeus is too busy with himself to hassle you," Percy then added.
Again, Annabeth was mildly skeptical. The past few years really hadn't gone Zeus's way, with one crisis following another. She could definitely see a stalwart misogynist like Zeus taking out his frustration on some poor girl, especially one who wasn't compliant with him.
"I do hope so," Calypso agreed and looked around. "This is a quite nice home you have," she announced.
"Yeah," Percy replied and scratched the back of his head. "It really is, Annabeth designed it."
Calypso nodded as well and shuffled her feet awkwardly as if having addressed her issues and not knowing what to say. Perfectly understandable, in Annabeth's opinion. All things considered, she was quite good at holding a conversation for someone who was isolated for the better part of a few millennia.
"So, how are you doing? Freedom serving you well?" Annabeth asked, in a clumsy attempt to help the clearly uncomfortable girl out. She regretted the question the moment she asked it. Leo had let slip that things weren't going too well between him and Calypso, so perhaps she should have avoided gett
"Oh, yes. Every day is a little adventure, though suddenly I am expected to make a choice. I am no longer a Titan so I can't just procrastinate chores for another decade," Calypso announced, her face lighting up in a cheerful smile. "I've just asked Chiron if I could become a supervisor at camp. He said he'd think about it. To be honest, I kind of want to stay at Camp Halfblood for a while, the real world has changed a lot since my imprisonment and it's a bit much..."
"That makes sense," Annabeth agreed.
"Speaking of camp," Calypso announced. "A few of the campers weren't sure if they were supposed to send sacrifices and prayers your way..., they were just too nervous to ask."
"If they want," Percy said with a shrug. "But my door is always open to the camps. If there are problems then I want to help."
"They will be happy to hear that," Calypso announced. "Well, I shall not take up any more of your time, I was hoping to find Hecate anyway, but it's been good to see you."
"I'll show you to the door," Percy announced awkwardly, being the gentleman Annabeth knew him to be. She couldn't hold Sally's good parenting against him.
Percy dutifully opened the door for Calypso and let out and Annabeth was just about to decide that she liked Calypso when the scores turned around and smiled up at Percy. It was then that Annabeth knew that regardless of whatever relationship she and might Leo might be committed to, she still very much had a thing for Percy. Annabeth knew the smile because she used to look at him through that very same lens.
"So," Percy broke the awkward silence, a grin appearing on his face. "Want to go back downstairs and pick up where we left off?"
Despite being rather tempted by this proposition she did have appearances to maintain. So she only raised an eyebrow. "Let us postpone that until tonight. The mood was kind of ruined. You know, you could just spend the night over at my place for once?"
"Maybe tomorrow?" Percy offered.
In response, Annabeth stuck her tongue out and kissed him on the cheeks. "Now, I have work to do on Olympus. You should go look after Silena."
"Something else!" Percy suddenly announced. "I know you are annoyed with Juniper, but just be a bit more patient. All of us still have to find a good rhythm and she was just trying to be a good servant." "This is complicated for all of us, and I want you all to get along if at all possible. Plus I think nymphs have a different view on the nudity thing than the rest of us do. Especially with her now trying to play the slave role."
Annabeth sighed and ran her hand through her hair. Her heart sank slightly when she was once again reminded by how short it was now. "You are probably right. Hey, in my defense, I've never been with a guy who had a harem."
"I don't," Percy defended himself.
"Percy, there are four women in your life that you can do with whatever you want and a fifth you are in an active relationship with. Hate to say it, bro. You have a harem," Annabeth reasoned.
"Ouch," Percy muttered and playfully punched her shoulder.
Once Annabeth left for her so-called day job Percy went back downstairs to check on Silena who was still lying in bed, and apart from still looking slightly pail she mainly just looked bored to him. Perfectly understandable, in Percy's opinion, remembering how much he had suffered during the "Nap times" his mother or preschool teachers had subjected him to.
"Hey Master," Silena greeted him sarcastically. When Percy cringed and protested Silena only laughed. "You can't spank me anymore," she reminded him playfully.
Percy rolled his eyes. "Don't tempt me. Aren't you supposed to be well-behaved and submissive?"
Silena stuck her tongue out and got up from her feet. "You are probably right... Well, can't stay in bed forever. Chores to do and so on, you know? Servants stuff?"
As she tried to brush past Percy he caught her by the arm. "Are you alright? That flashback, can't have been pleasant."
The amused twinkle in Silena's eyes faded and she looked up at him with an expression of weariness that didn't sit right with him. "I'll be fine Percy," she promised. "I did it for real, revisiting some parts of it won't be the end of me."
Percy quickly let go of her and stepped back. "I don't think it will, but you shouldn't have to go through this on your own. Others have in the past, if you want I can introduce you to Hazel. I am sure she would love to help you out!"
Silena cocked her head and raised an eyebrow. "Hazel, the daughter of Hades?"
"Pluto," Percy corrected and Silena shrugged. "Underworld dude, I get it."
"Besides," Percy added. "Hazel is a really sweet girl. And she too has been dead, which makes her somewhat of an expert on the matter."
Silena sighed as if realizing she wasn't going to escape her owner's concern. "Fine, I will think about it."
Without another word, Silena walked out, her mood clearly a lot poorer than it had been when Percy entered. Marveling at his ability to handle women, Percy followed her a moment later.
Annabeth Chase
There were a number of beings Annabeth had grown weary of during her time as an architect. First and foremost of them were Cyclopses, who always seemed to be trying to cut corners. The newest addition to her list of problems, among which were her boyfriend's harem, monsters still trying to kill her, her pregnant-to-be mother-in-law, and the disturbing knowledge that Piper was likely tidying up their now shared home even further was Hephaestus. So far, every interaction with him reminded her of Ron Swanson. They certainly shared an opinion about keeping their workshops up to specification.
"Now, listen here Ms. Chase," Hephaestus announced, towering at twice her height. Annabeth herself just barely reached the anvil but glared up at the god definitely. "I have been running this forge on Olympus for three thousand years. No one has ever had a problem with it."
Annabeth placed her hands on her hips. "I am well aware of your track record when it comes to safety, my Lord. That Junkyard in Arizona? Failing to properly dismantle and disable Automatons among countless other safety violations. Cost a daughter of Hades her life because you cut corners. Your forge under Mount Saint Hellens? Really, building a forge over Typhon's prison. I don't care if the deal on the heating bill was good, it took only a single demigod doing ballistic to wake up Typhon. And don't even get me started on those stupid traps you keep setting up for Aphrodite and Ares. As indiscriminate targeting as a landmine... I even got stuck in one of them. This place? I don't even know where to get started. This place is a fire safety hazard. And where and windows or vents for ventilation? That's just what I am noticing right off the bat,..."
Small fires puffed up around Hephaestus's beard as he glared down at her with glimmering coal eyes. The hammer in his hand was almost half as big as Annabeth. But she didn't flinch, instead only returning the glare. "Every time anything related to you turns up on my radar, it's because you cut corners on safety! Now I haven't even started on your Zoning Violations. This is supposed to be a temple, not a workshop."
"I am the god of smithing, any workshop is a temple to me!" Hephaestus roared indignantly.
"Artemis is the maiden goddess, but we don't see her chopping dicks off in her temple do we," Annabeth countered, crossing her arms defiantly. "Now, I do not want to make your life miserable. You are one of the gods I actually like. So, bring this workshop up to specs, and you get to keep it open. I will even ignore your blatant Zoning Violation. I do not want half Olympus burning down because you are heating Celestial bronze in Greek Fire or something."
Perhaps remembering their shared feud with Hera, Hephaestus only grunted under his breath. It was hardly flattering, and she heard a distinct "Like your mother..." in there and also a "don't heat Celestial bronze in Greek Fire" but it beat having to deal with another godly tantrum.
"So, when I come back here next week. I want to see this fixed," she insisted.
After a long moment, Hephaestus dropped his hammer. The metal head struck the stone floor with a loud clang. "Fine," he grunted and Annabeth smiled at him.
"It'll be fine, if you want I can come by in a few days and check in your progress. I know how hard organizing my workplace is," Annabeth offered and earned another rumbling grunt from the god. Taking this as confirmation Annabeth turned around to leave. "Have a nice day, my lord."
Without looking back Annabeth briskly strowed out of what was supposed to be a temple and stared down the grand Boulevard, lined with temples she had designed, and sighed deeply.
She spotted an Auburn-haired teenage girl leaning against a pillar of a temple that at night shimmered with a silvery aura. The girl was glaring into the distance, something that immediately had Annabeth feel some kinship with her. As if sensing her gaze the girl locked onto her with those silvery eyes, not too different from her own gray ones. Then, after shooting her a little salute the girl turned around and disappeared into her temple. At least she had one satisfied client.
The next few hours were rather straightforward. She inspected the few remaining construction sights and made sure everything was on track. Her least favorite part of her trip was one of her own mother's temples, but despite any problems she had with her mother, she trusted her mother could keep her own temples and design offices up to code.
What disturbed her were the dozens of human-looking folks with gray eyes, walking around the office space and working on projects. Was this where the naughty children of Athena ended? Whatever they were, Annabeth never saw Athena. Instead, Annabeth talked to some sort of regional manager of a company she had never heard of before. After spending her entire life around Greek mythology and the world of the gods she didn't question it, only making sure the company was properly filed and that it was strictly a white-collar business, despite getting the strangest feeling about the setting. It went without saying that Annabeth got out of that place as quickly as possible.
With her backpack slung over her shoulder Annabeth looked up at the afternoon sun and squinted, somewhat taken away by how quickly the day had passed.
With a deep sigh, she realized it was time to return to her flat, where if everything went as planned Piper would quietly be sitting on the couch, not taking any form of initiative outside of her room at all. Annabeth snorted, realizing how unlikely that was. This was the girl who talked people into giving her cars, just to spite her super-rich father,...something truth be told Annabeth could very much respect. It was then that she realized she also had to call back her father, something she had procrastinated on ever since she had gone on the quest.
After fighting a war in it, Annabeth had lost much of her affection for the smelling heap that was New York. Frankly, Sally, Percy, and the easy access to both camp and Olympus were the only reasons why she would even bother with the city. But it did force her to make longer commutes by foot, which she was completely fine with. For some reason, the thought of being stuck in a bus with dozens of other people made her stomach turn.
When she entered her flat,...it was different. Annabeth had done a fair amount of tidying up before Piper had moved in, but it was fairly obvious that Annabeth's worst fears had come true. The books on the shelves were sorted in a manner not dictated by the whims of Annabeth's gut feeling of where they belonged. The piles of papers from her work were neatly stacked up on her desk along with her pens and pencils. Even the cushions on the couch had been shifted away from an arrangement that was supposed to cavalier disregard for any sort of order to what could be mistaken for purposeful placement. It had been like that by design, to ensure that if Sally ever snuck over to clean her place, she would be distracted by something like before she had time to mess with Annabeth's other stuff like her projects. The worst part was Piper was by no means an orderly person, so what did that say about her?
A moment later Piper appeared in the doorway. "Your back," Piper greeted her cheerfully, wearing a stomach-free top and leggings. A dishtowel was casually thrown over her shoulder.
"Yeah, poked in at Percy's and I had a lot of stuff to do on Olympus," Annabeth explained needlessly, leaving out the part about Silena's flashback.
"I've been doing some stuff around the house," Piper announced cheerfully. Then she saw Annabeth's poorly hidden frown she hastily added. "Not that it was ever dirty, just disorganized. I wouldn't put it past my father to come here and check up on me soo..."
Playing it cool Annabeth only grinned and awkwardly popped a thumb up. "Looks great," she said.
"I did not touch your room," Piper hastily added. "But I did fold your laundry, and you know,...put your teddy bear back on your bed..."
When a light blush warmed her cheeks Piper only grinned. "Hey, not judging!" Piper assured Annabeth. "I have a few of my own, you know, for emergencies."
"Boy emergencies.,..." they summarized together and grinned. Perhaps it wouldn't be that bad after all.
"So, listen up. I need to call my dad, after that some Netflix?"
"Oh,..." Piper said with mock wide eyes. "The dad situation. Does he know Percy's railing you again?"
Annabeth cringed. "Not yet, the worst part is he would likely consider that good news."
"Damn," Piper complained. "My father not liking my boyfriend would be bad enough. My father really liking my boyfriend sounds even worse."
Annabeth soon retreated to her room, opened her new laptop, and skyped her father. Professor Frederick Chase took the call in his office, an imposing bookshelf visible behind him. "Annabeth!" he cried out, his eyes lighting up.
Her father's genuine enthusiasm at seeing her brought a smile to her face and she awkwardly waved in return. "Hey! I'm back!" she greeted him.
"So, what are you doing?" Frederick asked.
Annabeth only shrugged. "Got a roommate now, you know, a daughter of Aphrodite named Piper. She's really cool," Annabeth announced. "Also back together with Percy," she added innocently, in the most offhand manner possible.
It was fairly obvious that her father was trying to hide his relationship at this point. "He took you back?" he asked, a grin spreading across his face.
"Jeez, thanks dad," Annabeth replied sarcastically. "We made up during our quest. You know, the two of us alone on a boat. I let him do whatever he wanted..." It was a low blow, she knew it but didn't feel too bad.
Her father's face turned slightly red. "I did not need to know that sweety. Are you alright?"
Annabeth shrugged, "Well, Percy is a god now so things are even more complicated than before...but yeah. A lot better."
Say what you will about Frederick Chase, Annabeth noted. But the fact that her boyfriend was now a god did not even seem to phase him in the slightest, or it was that Percy being made a god only reinforced the option Frederick had formed of Percy. "The quest which went fine by the way. Diabolical misandrist sorceress is now safely under lock and key."
"Of course it went great," Frederick announced and Annabeth sighed, once again reminded that her father likely considered Percy a much more capable warrior than herself.
"Did you change your hair?" Frederick suddenly asked, sounding both nervous and immensely pleased, probably because he had noticed the change.
Annabeth scowled and glared at the ends of her hair. "Collateral damage from the fight," Annabeth explained.
Frederick nodded slowly. "So, are you sleeping alright?"
Annabeth knew the implications of the question. Her father knew she had fought in two wars and had taken a dive down to Tartarus, so the question didn't come from anywhere. Her suspicions were confirmed when he added. "I have a friend at the university here, he works with combat vets suffering from PTSD. I told him you worked via metaphors...so if you want to talk to him..."
Annabeth shook her but gave her father a gentle smile. "I'll be fine. You know me," she assured him. "Really don't need any help. Still alive and kicking." She demonstratively flexed her, for a girl at least, quite impressive biceps and earned a tired smile.
"For most of my teaching career I've worked with soldiers," Frederick began, still sounding tired. "Some of them were very brave men and women. After twenty years at Westpoint, I've heard of only a few that are made from the kind of metal you are Annabeth. You are probably the bravest, most resilient person I've ever met. Without any doubt one of the greatest military leaders in history, right up there with the likes of Themistocles and Patton."
Touched, Annabeth smiled sheepishly at her father. "Really?"
Frederick laughed, "Of course, sweety. I want to know what your spine is made of because DARPA could make armor for Battletanks from it. I am really proud of you. Just take care of yourself."
"I will," Annabeth promised and forced herself to contain the whirlwind of emotions her father's words unleashed in her.
Fortunately, the rest of the conversation quickly shifted to the safer, less emotionally demanding territories like how Matthew and Bobby were doing in school and how her stepmother's Neighborhood Watch group was doing. Normal stuff.
Fortunately, her father actually had a job so their call didn't last for too long, leaving her to spend a few hours of senseless media consumption after changing into leggings before excusing herself and returning back to Olympus just as the sun dipped under the horizon.
Before long she was knocking on the very door she had picked out for the place not too long ago and was let in by Juniper. "Annabeth," Juniper greeted her brightly.
"Juniper," Annabeth replied, a lot stiffer than she had originally planned as still fresh memories of Juniper opening the shower door as Percy's tongue was going on an expedition. To take the edge of her greeting Annabeth added a short embrace to her greeting and smiled at the dryad. Before she could say much less the darkness behind Juniper moved and a massive tongue slobbered over the back of Juniper's head.
The dryad yelped loudly in surprise and darted away from the hellhound.
A smile cracked Annabeth's lips and she reached up to scratch the hellhound's heavy jaw. "Who's a good girl," Annabeth greeted the hound. Mrs. O'Leary barked like artillery, causing Juniper to jump in terror. A moment later the dryad evaporated into a cloud of leaves. "Good girl," Annabeth added eagerly. "Your gonna get a big treat."
Satisfied that she had gotten attention Mrs. O'Leary turned around and bounded back into the house, finally allowing Annabeth to follow her inside where she found Percy in the water and Silena relaxing on the deckchair in a bikini, a mojito on the table next to her.
"Wise Girl," Percy greeted her the moment he spotted her and quickly swam over to the edge.
"Seaweed Brain!" Annabeth greeted her man and nodded over at Silena. "Looking good," she commented.
"I try," Silena replied and winked. "You know, gotta look the part."
Annabeth grinned and unfortunately made the mistake of getting too close to the water. Percy rose out of the water, his hand grabbing hold of the hem of her jeans, and yanked her down into the water.
Annabeth barely even had any time to protest before she plunged through the water's surface.
"Percy!" she complained after breaking the surface and lunged at the offending god, sadly only ending up holding onto him.
"You are cute when you're annoyed," Percy teased her, his hands coming to rest on her hips.
"Whatever," Annabeth grumbled. "You're going to have to dry my clothes once we get out."
She was just about to kiss Percy when Silena cleared her voice. "Get a room, you two!" Silena called over.
Annabeth showed her the finger. "You know, for a slave, you have a lot of opinions," she joked.
"Well,..." Silena countered. "If Percy wants me watching that's one thing."
"Ladies, enough," Percy declared, clearly misinterpreting their exchange for more than just banter, and Silena helping Annabeth out at getting Percy down into the bedroom. Though whether this was done for her benefit or Percy's was hard to tell. Either way, Annabeth would take it.
Annabeth grinned. "Relax, we're just messing around." Then, to further prove her point Annabeth pulled herself up Percy's much taller form and kissed him straight on the lips. Immediately Percy pulled her towards him, letting her wrap her legs around his waist and arms around his neck before deepening the kiss.
"Wanna go downstairs, you know, not traumatize Silena...?" Percy asked lightly. Annabeth only grinned and untangled herself. "Come on, Seaweed Brain," Annabeth then said, grabbed Percy's hand, and led him over to the stairs. Mrs. O'Learly looked up from where she had curled up in a corner but fortunately didn't insist on playing.
Within moments her clothes were dry again as Percy worked his powers, though luckily, he didn't dry himself off. That was something Annabeth could work with.
As she led Percy off, she felt Juniper looking after them from the shadowy atrium. Well, Annabeth thought to herself, biting back a smile, Juniper was going to do a lot of wanting and comparatively little getting for quite a while. It might seem vain but seeing other girls lusting after her man, and her knowing he was all hers, that alone turned her on a bit. The anticipation of the bliss ahead was already enough to get her riled up and by the time they reached their bedroom door, Annabeth felt that demanding pressure in her lower abdomen and that teasing moistness in her panties.
The moment the bedroom door was closed behind them Annabeth turned around to push Percy against the wall. It turned out though that Percy had other plans and sank to one knee before pulling her over his shoulder. "Percy!" Annabeth complained halfheartedly but didn't put up much of a struggle as Percy rose to his full height and carried her over to the bed. She did not mind Percy being assertive in bed, at all.
Once at the bed Percy almost tossed her down on the mattress, letting her bounce up and down once or twice. Before she could gather her bearings Percy was already on top of her, his hungry lips assaulting hers. "I've been wanting to fuck the shit out of you all day," Percy growled in her ear. His deep voice alone was enough to send shivers down her spine at that moment.
"By all means, good sir," Annabeth whispered back. "No one is forcing you to eat the appetizer before the main meal," Annabeth replied. For once, Percy wasn't playing obtuse and understood the invitation for what it was and a moment later his very welcome weight disappeared off her.
She only had time to raise an eyebrow as Percy grabbed a pillow. The god looked down at her with a stern expression and drew a circle with his finger. No words were needed, and that look of hunger in Percy's eyes would have been enough to get her knees to buckle if she had still been standing. Once again Annabeth could only marvel at how the moment they entered the bedroom, Percy could smoothly transition from being a cute Seaweed Brain into this gorgeous, sexy, and quite a dominant beast.
However he did it, all she could do was wordlessly turn around, bracing herself on her elbows with her heart thundering in her chest in anticipation. Another cold shiver ran down her back when she felt Percy moving behind her. For a moment Percy grabbed her ass with both hands and a moment later she felt his fingers curling around the hem of her leggings.
She craned her neck to look back at him just as he pulled it down to her knees, his eyes firmly locked on her ass as a grin spread across his face. Then he noticed her smirking back at him and sticking his tongue out before running a hand up her spine until it rested between her shoulder blades and her torso was pushed down onto the mattress.
"Now, don't cause a fuss, Ms. Chase," Percy announced gruffly though she could hear that he was trying not to laugh. As if to underline his demand Percy's hand struck her rear end with a loud smack, drawing a surprised yelp from her lips.
"Well, if you insist," Annabeth replied and couldn't hide her smile as her panties were pulled down as well.
For a moment it thought Percy would start off with amusing himself by teasing her, getting her to beg for more but this round he seemed to have other intentions, instead of kicking off his own swimming trunks which had in any case been doing a poor job at hiding his erection. Then he slung an arm around her hips and pulled her rear end up far enough to stuff the pillow under the pelvis.
Realizing she was for a much rougher ride than anticipated she braced herself. Moments later her breath caught she felt Percy taking up position and his tip pressing into her already tender and wet Vulva. Then, after spreading her legs wide Percy pushed in, at first quite gently. Annabeth bit her lip as Percy slid in even further.
Once inside and comfortable he wouldn't hurt her Percy almost pulled out only to ram himself back fully inside her. Sparkes danced in front of her eyes for a moment as a surprised grunt escaped her lips. It had felt like Percy and knocked her entire body up the mattress an inch or so.
Perhaps realizing the problem Percy grabbed her by her hips and began to take her hard. In an attempt to muffle her moans, Annabeth pulled a pillow towards her and buried her face in the cushion. Percy took her hard and increasingly fast. Soon her muffled moans filled the air as every attempt at a coherent thought was simply pounded out of her brain. She would have been content with being rag-dolled as she let the pleasure consume her but just then Percy grabbed a fist full of her hair and pulled her face free from the pillow and she felt her head being twisted around to face him. His lips moved over her yaw and a moment later she felt him sucking on her neck.
She might have tried to stop him but with every single thrust, he knocked any attempt to form of coherent right back out of her brain. That pressure in her lower abdomen, that tension that had taken hold of her body seemed to grow painfully intense. Fortunately, Percy had the decency to pound her across the finish line.
Annabeth's vision flickered as she climaxed, her entire body shuddering as she half cried, have growled her ecstasy until the storm finally passed. He did not care, instead continued to take her with undiminished drive. Again and again, Percy impaled her, and even though the first climax had passed she couldn't help but moan softly. It felt as if the dynamic had shifted from taming her, to now that she was tamed, simply fucking her through like a piece of limp meat, which she too was fine with, until finally, she felt that by now quite a familiar sensation of his warm seeds spilling inside of her.
For a few long moments, Percy stayed buried inside her before finally pulling out, leaving a strange sense of emptiness in her abdomen. Her sweaty torso rose and fell as she tried to regain her breath as she lay in that rather undignified position, fully dressed but for her leggings and panties which were pulled down to her knees.
"That was fun," Percy announced and laid down next to her just as Annabeth was about to sit up and fix her clothes when Percy gave her rear a hearty smack before pulling her into his arms. Truth be told, she had more or less expected this.
"Next time we get interrupted we don't wait all day," Annabeth muttered and temporarily gave up pulling both panties and leggings back up where they belonged though that quickly stopped being the priority because just then Percy offered her another distraction in the form of a hand slipping first under her shirt and then bra. Simultaneously he other one snuck downstairs and slipped between her legs.
"No argument there. Gods, I love having sex with you. We should never leave the bedroom," Percy joked.
"You left a hickey?" Annabeth suddenly asked, feeling her neck and the groaned when she saw his grin. "Ambrosia doesn't remove those," she complained. Instead of pursuing the matter further, she pressed her back against Percy's chest, content in playing with the little spoon for a bit longer as her lover drew the occasional whimper from her lips, cherishing these moments of quiet before they re-engaged as lovers.
Somehow she wasn't surprised when that was once again Percy. She was offered a little warning, only his length intruding on her thigh gap. A smile spread across her face and she let Percy pull her shirt to expose her breasts, hidden away only by their sports bra. To make his job a bit easier she pulled herself up a few inches and her lips parted as she felt him slide into her.
Annabeth smiled to herself, moving her pelvis every so slightly to increase friction. Suddenly became very aware of how little she could actually move, Percy's muscular arm forming a quite effective prison. Annabeth slowly flexed her entire body against his arm and was pleasantly surprised when she couldn't break his hold. Strangely enough, she didn't mind that at all either. She might even have been disappointed if she had been.
Before long Percy pulled out, just long enough to turn her around and relieve her of both shirt and bra. Moments later he was back on top of her, Percy's lips slowly moving against her's as she wrapped her arms around his neck. This time they committed to proper foreplay, processing from their slow kissing to her breasts getting subjected to a rather prolonged session of sweet torture. By the time she finally felt Percy's length inside her, she had almost been ready to beg once again.
Percy broke lip contact to look down at those sparkling green eyes, full of hunger and desire as he looked her face and torso over just as he gently pushed into her. Her hand's casually resting on his hips she closed her eyes and let herself succumb to his rhythmic thrust.
Where he had earlier pounded her like a meat mallet, he was now tender, almost handling her body gingerly. Though she very much appreciated Percy getting rough with her, at least when it came to sex, somehow this showboating was no less pleasurable.
Every touch set her skin on fire. Every thrust almost blackened out her vision with a shower of sparks until he had somehow once again pushed her through a climax, leaving her panting for breath, and clutching Percy with both arms and legs as she fought to regain her breath.
"Gods," Annabeth breathed a few minutes later after Percy had finally rolled off her. "Remind me again why we don't just permanently stay in the bedroom?"
"We have commitments and lives?" Percy half asked, half answered.
"Oh yeah,..that," Annabeth remembered glumly and finally sat up again and pushed her hair out of her face.
"Gonna be right back?" Annabeth finally announced and began to get dressed.
"What?" Percy asked, clearly displeased at the prospect of her getting dressed. "Finding some snack, I'm hungry," she explained and pulled one a shirt. "I'll be back, feel free to go to sleep."
Once again she hadn't spoken the complete truth. After two rounds in the sack, she was looking forward to a short dip in the pool. If Percy was involved in this, it would never be a short dip. So after scavenging a box of Pringles she headed top deck. To Annabeth's surprise, she wasn't alone. Despite the late hour Silena too was still present, leaning against Mrs. O'Leary's massive flank. Despite sitting in the shadows she could make out the faint glint of a number of glasses at the daughter of Aphrodite's feet and from her posture, Annabeth could tell that Silena had been crying. There was that telltale hunch of the shoulders that Annabeth had learned to hide during her darkest days, along with a number of other hints in her friend's posture.
"Silena?" Annabeth asked, her post-orgasm high quickly fading.
"Uhm Annabeth, I'm fine," Silena announced. "I was just going to bed."
"Sure you were," Annabeth replied drily and dropped down next to Silena. "Did you have another flashback?"
"What?" Silena asked, looking slightly confused at the moment. "No.. I've just been thinking..."
"I can see that," Annabeth replied matter-of-factly and put an arm against the much shorter woman and pulled her closer.
"And the bottles?" she then asked pointedly.
"Oh yeah,...please don't tell Percy. It's hard to disappoint him," Silena added.
Annabeth shrugged. "Not my business. Arguably not Percy's either, if not for your arrangement. However, as your friend, I must voice my concern. This has been a problem recently..."As if to underline Annabeth's point Silena hiccupped and looked over at her glumly. "I'll be fine," she promised, though Annabeth could hear the doubt in the young woman's a long moment, Annabeth was silent, weighing her options. She had been contemplating a shift in doctrine, even if it went against the grain, and what she was considering would be a big step in that direction.
"Yeah, it will be," Annabeth replied, forcing a healthy amount of certainty in her voice. "And you're not alone," she then announced.
"Thanks," Silena muttered glumly. "No idea how you and Percy do it..."
Annabeth laughed, "Probably not much better than you are, to be honest," and then grew somber again.
After what felt like hours Silena finally broke the silence. "Well, I'm going to bed now."Realizing that time for contemplation was quickly evaporating Annabeth finally rose. "Hey listen, I know how much sleeping alone sucks, especially when you're going through a hard time." Annabeth held her hand out to Silena who looked at it with obvious confusion. "What?"
Annabeth shrugged. "Let us face it Silena, you are as much Percy's girl as I am, and even if our circumstances might differ widely, both our destinies are entwined with his. You also took care of him when I didn't, and for that, you have my gratitude. So, just come on. You shouldn't be left alone when you are such a mess."
Silena stared at her with a slightly open mouth. Finally, she cleared her voice, "Ahm, Annabeth...are you proposing what I think you are?"
Annabeth rolled her eyes. "Percy is my family, and I have always considered you a sister. So it looks like we will be spending a lot of time together. I just don't like the idea of you crying alone in bed... ."
Silena looked at her quizzically for a long moment, as if seriously re-evaluating her opinion of Annabeth. Finally, she sighed and took Annabeth's outstretched hand, and let the much stronger woman pull her back to her feet. "Come on, Barbie," Annabeth teased lightly. Then holding Silena's hand, Annabeth led Silena down to the master bedroom.
"You think Percy will mind?" Silena asked quietly.
Annabeth raised an eyebrow. "Has he ever had a problem with sharing a bed with you in the past?" Annabeth countered, fully aware that the situation had somewhat changed.
When she slipped into the bedroom, Percy was already dozing under the light of the bedside table lamps.
Silena looked back and forth between the two of them as Annabeth closed the door and then headed over to the bed. "Hey Percy, mind if Silena spends the night over?" Annabeth asked quietly.
"Hmm, yeah," Percy muttered without opening his eyes. It was doubtful Percy would remember this conversation in the morning but it was good enough for Annabeth. "Come over," she announced.
After hesitating for a long moment Silena approached the bed. When Annabeth held open the cover she then sat down on the mattress and held up the blanket, looking up at Silena expectantly. After a long moment, wearing only a shirt over her bikini, she climbed under the covers next to Percy. Though granted, Annabeth realized that is was probably more clothes than Silena usually had worn in this bed. After finally switching off the lights, Annabeth slid in next to Silena after also kicking off leggings and squeezing her hand. "You'll be fine."
After a few moments of silence, Percy grunted on Silena's other side, turned her around, and suddenly Silena was dragged off into Percy's muscular embrace, a look of terror in her eyes.
"It's fine, he does that a lot," Annabeth whispered, surprised by how okay she was with all this.
So, after sliding closer to Silena she too closed her eyes and forced herself to calm down as she felt Silena slowly relax next to her. The morning was certain to bring a very entertaining conversation.
So ladies, here we are. This is the draft for the next chapter. It has been a long wait and an update is long overdue. In-depth editing will be done over the next few days as reader feedback comes in and I gain the ability to objectively read my own material. Got some more PJO fanart for you on discord. Also, if you want to reach out to me feel free to ping me there any time. The invite code is, as it has always been 9kT6Qbn. A disclaimer is needed though, I am something of a Hobo there. The place belongs to LastRonin.
Anyway, here is the update I hope you enjoyed it so far.
Henry Locker over and out