Warning: smut in this chapter is slightly non-con (basically like a sex spell). Don't be mad! This is a crack-fic with somewhat of a plot.
Annabeth tried to ignore Leo's contstant tapping on the dining table, but she couldn't. She was trying to think about Athens, she was absolutely exhuasted from the loghts flickering on and off all last night, and now Leo had just informed her that they were desperately out of supplies. His ADHD brain not comprehending that he had needed to tell her well before this was both relatable and exetremely irritating at this moment.
"So two of us will go down after breakfast," Annabeth said. "There's a big enough Greek town to find what we need...though I'd like to stay airborne, so Jason, you'll have to go and be transportation."
Jason nodded, leaning back in his chair. He looked distant, and Annabeth studied him. Even though she definetly knew she could trust him now, it was still slightly annoying how hard it was for her to get a read on him, and how easy it seemed for him to get a read on her. It made her feel, well, at the disadvantage. Considering everyone else on the Argo II was the opposite, and honestly, most other people, it was unnerving. Maybe that's how campers felt about her.
"Annabeth, you should go, too," Leo said, sliding her a list. "I have to keep tinkering with some things since Jason and Percy decided to destroy my ship with some Venti last night, and you're the only one I trust to get me the right parts."
Annabeth glanced at Percy. He nodded stiffly, though she knew they were both thinking the same thing. This was the first time they would be separated since Tartarus, and neither of them liked it. It had to happen sometime, but it was still a frightening first step back after returning from hell.
"What was wrong with the lights last night? Are you fixing those?" Hazel asked.
Percy snickered, and Jason blushed deeply. Annabeth narrowed her eyes. Piper was holding her head haughtily when Annabeth looked at her, and Annabeth rolled her eyes. She had lost precious sleeping hours because Jason was getting some? Ew, she didn't even want to think about it.
"Uh, no," Jason said, clearing his throat. "That, uh, should be cleared up."
"Ew," Leo mumbled, and Piper smacked him so he moved on. "Anyways-if Jason and Annabeth go pick up supplies, we can trust them to come back in a timely manner, so we'll be headed towards Athens in about two hours, dropping in tomorrow morning."
"So our plan for that-" Jason started. Percy wriggled his eyebrows, and he blushed again, before continuing. "What if we disguised ourselves? Like we went in as some of the spirits to figure some things out. Hear what we can hear at the big spirit party down there?"
"I could disguise you with the Mist," Hazel said, frowning. "But I don't think I could do both at the same time, which means I'd have to do it from the ship, so I could probably hold three of you."
Jason tipped his head back. "That could work."
"Piper should go," Hazel said. "That way she can do her best to fix any mistakes I might make."
Piper nodded. "Annabeth should be there. She needs to observe, and hear the information herself. Same with Jason."
Annabeth didn't quite know what that meant, but she nodded. Her, Piper, and Jason would be a good team. They worked together well enough, and they were in the know about each other and what was supposed to go on.
"Works for me," Annabeth agreed and Jason nodded his agreement. "Leo, are you sure you don't need help on the Argo II and maybe Frank could go with Jason?"
"Nah, Annabeth, I need you to go," Leo insisted. "Besides, we need a woman's touch to decide how much food we need."
Piper smacked Leo again, and he yelped. Jason rolled his eyes and stood up. He laid a hand on Piper's shoulder, snd she looked up at him. Annabeth smirked. She remembered the first time having sex and the intimatacy of little touches it brought.
"I'm ready whenever you are, Annabeth," Jason said, his hand coming to grip his gladius.
She nodded at him, and stood up. She kissed Percy's cheek, and strapped her sword on her back. She looked around at the table looking expectantly at her and Jason, seemingly waiting for one of them to tell them what to do. Annabeth had always known that the six of them waited to do what she directed-it came with the whole child of wisdom thing. When they had returned from Tartarus, she'd realized that Jason had led them from there, and now they had that awkward dance again of who was in charge. It worked out, considering her and Jason were usually in agreement. But now, they were both leaving.
"Frank's in charge," they both said at the same time and then grinned.
Gods, anyone else might have the ship destroyed. Percy woukd probably destroy it and then have everything fixed by the time they got back, but still. More work for everyone in the meantime. Hazel could hold her own, but Annabeth was always afraid she'd let Leo bulldoze over her with some bizarre idea without having the confidence to stop him. Piper was coming into her own, but Annabeth had noticed that she was still inexperienced in battle, and theres were certain things that were instincts to her, Percy, Frank, and Jason that she didn't quite have. But that was part of Annabeth's job. Delegating to the correct person meant life or death in these situations, and her and Jason tended to be correct about who was best for the job.
"Okay, Annabeth, uh, hold on tight," Jason said, grabbing her around her ribs. "Just don't lock your knees when we land."
Annabeth gave on last look to Percy, and then she was in the air. Annabeth hated being on Black Jack, and if she was honest, preferred when the Argo II was on water instead of in the air, but she had to admit that she didn't hate riding the winds with Jason as much as she thought she would've. For one, she didn't have to worry about being shot down from the sky by Zeus, and two, Jason seemed to be very much in control. Piper had told ber a about him steering the ship to find Leo by harnessing wind spirits. That was impressive in itself, but Piper had told her Jason seemed to be better in the air since then, even more in control when fighting in the air. It did make Annabeth feel better.
"We're landing," Jason said in her ear. "Soft feet."
Annabeth still tumbled forward and Jason caught her. He was perfectly poised, and Annabeth silently gave Piper credit for her elegant lands. Maybe it was an Aphrodite thing to lack clumsiness.
Annabeth had never done anything with just Jason before. Sure, she'd done things with him in a group of three, but it had never been just the twl of them. She assumed that he would draw more monsters, as much as Thalia, and she was correct. Jason had slashed through two empousai and the minotaur by the time they reached the first hardware store.
He kept squinting ahead of them, something Annabeth wondered was a tick from being raised by wolves. Annabeth wondered how many things about him were because he'd been raised by wolves.
Annabeth remembered Piper telling her Jason would get wolfish look in his eye sometimes. She'd said she noticed it once when he was sparring with an Ares kid at camp, and when Piper had gotten him to kiss with tongue. Piper had described it as Jason holding back from her, as if him taking control would lead to an eruption.
Holding back dangerous tendencies scared Annabeth a little bit. Because one day, Jason would break. Annabeth had seen what Thalia was like when she lost her temper (and Zeus) and that certainly wasn't pretty. Annabeth could look above the egos of the Big Three's children, and she knew Jason Grace was not to be messed with. Controlled, he was as powerful as Thalia, but if he let loose...Annabeth wouldn't want to be around. Jason was dangerous, because every move he made was thought over. Percy, of course, was powerful, and because he was more in tact with his emotions, he could raise hell when he was passionate enough. Nico Di Angelo was similar. But Jason was calculated. If he didn't get knocked out in the first three seconds of battle, Annabeth had a feeling that he could conquer a lot more than even he knew he was capable of. He'd killed Krios in hand to hand combat, and Annabeth had only seen him with a sword. Definetly her first choice for Capture the Flag.
"So is this like the Greek version of an O'Reilly's?" Jason asked standing in front of the door.
"You've learned ancient Greek fast," Annabeth commented, remembering his first Greek lesson with all the nine year-olds at Camp Half-Blood. He'd struggled, and Chiron had had to privately tutor him.
"I've also learned Ancient Leo fast," he commented, squinting at the list he'd pulled out of his pocket.
He started walking around without her direction and piling parts into the store basket. She was surprised. It was natural to him. It really did take him to figure out Leo's scrawlly handwriting. She assumed it was because they'd spent so much time together building the Argo II. Jason had probably just gotten used to it.
"Those are the exact parts," she muttered. "I didn't have to come after all!"
"Leo just trusts you the most," Jason replied, and while Annabeth expected him to be slightly bitter about it, he sounded completely content. "Besides, it made sense for you to come anyways. You're the most in tune with the little needs."
"Leo's the most in tune," Annabeth grumbled, annoyed that she'd had to leave Percy just because Leo had trust issues. "He could've gone with you."
Jason laughed. "You can't pry Leo away from the Argo II these days. I'm pretty sure he's working on a secret project no one knows about."
"Really? Why?' Annabeth asked, following Jason as he paid for the things and then opened the door for her.
"He thinks he's being secretive, but he's clearly up to something. Notice how he's jumpier when someone approaches him while he's working. He's distracted, as if he's working out a plan that he doesn't want anyone to know about," Jason explained.
"Oh, have you asked him?" Annabeth asked, suddenly interested.
Jason just laughed. "Even if I did, Leo isn't exactly one to share."
"Aren't you guys best friends?" Annabeth asked.
Even now, Percy and Grover communicated. They told each other everything. They always had, and Annabeth was sure that they always would. They were more like brothers at this point, and she had no doubt that if either of them were working on a project, they'd be sure to tell each other.
"Well, yeah, but I don't know," Jason muttered, seemingly embarrassed. "Leo and I just don't really have that relationship. We have a lot of fun, but.."
He trailed off and Annabeth looked up and rolled her eyes. Someone stood in front of them, and Annabeth was sure it was Eros. Jason crossed his arms, and glared. Clearly, they'd had run ins before.
"Jason Grace, we meet again so soon," the god said, spreading his hands in front of him. "Annabeth Chase, good to see you."
Annabeth just raised her eyebrows.
"So you're going to show your face this time," Jason commented, his hand coming immediately to his gladius.
"This is a bit of an emergency," Eros said sheepishly.
Gods could be a lot of things. They were usually demanding, rude, or angry at someone. The nicer ones used flattery and fake niceness to try and bring you to their side, but they were never sheepish. They weren't humble enough. A bad sensation creeped up in Annabeth's gut and Jason sent her a glance that told he was feeling the same thing.
"Eros," Jason started, his tone as if he was trying to calm a wild horse.
"My mother sent me," he explained as if that was important. "I cannot say more than the Fates will let me. Your greatest challenge awaits you, heroes."
"Eros," Jason growled, taking a step closer.
Eros held up his hands again. "Son of Rome, the giants have turned your father's blessing into a curse. Go to the Aphrodite's temple, and you will meet her opposite there."
Jason took a step back, the blood draining from his face. The god gave a wave and disappeared, and Jason looked at Annabeth. She studied him, and he ducked his head, before staring off into the distance.
"He's taken them," Jason said, inhaling. "Annabeth, we need to head back to the Argo II. I can track them from there."
He didn't give her much room to argue before grabbing her around the waist and shoving the bag of parts into her hands. Flying through the air now was more stressful. Thunder cracked, and it began to rain, pelting them as they flew threw the clouds. They tumbled onto the deck, and were immediately met with chaos. Alarms were going off like crazy, and Annabeth fell onto her knees. There was a banging on the door, and then loud, angry Spanish.
The door to the engine room was blocked, clearly on purpose to trap someone in there. That someone, was most certainly Leo. Jason began shoving objects aside, before nearly ripping the door open, Leo falling out of the door.
"He's taken them," Leo gasped, standing up. "The giant, he's taken them. And this ship is about to collapse."
Jason set his jaw, and Annabeth shoved the bag she was holding into Leo's hands, before looking at Jason again. Gods, if Percy was gone...
"Leo, save the ship," Jason said. "Annabeth and I will find the others. If we're not back by midnight, get ahold of Chiron. If six out of the seven are gone, our battle is over."
"Give me some credit! To storm or fire the world must fall. For all you know I'd save the world," Leo protested.
Jason gave him an awkward hug that Leo was clearly not expecting, before grabbing Annabeth again. If she wasn't so distracted by the fact that Percy could be dead or dying, it would've annoyed her, but they were both distracted by trying to find the others.
"Do you know where Aphrodite's temple is?" Jason asked as they landed. "Never mind, their tracks lead this way."
Annabeth prided herself on being in peak physical shape. Especially, after Tartarus, Annabeth was used to cardio. But damn, she didn't know if it was because he was a boy or because he was the son of Zeus, but Jason was fast. Chasing after him was exhausting. Trying to keep up had her panting sooner than she ever had, and Jason hadn't even broken a sweat. The raindrops soaking them was heightening the drama, and making the ground slippery.
She caught her breath when Jason nearly tackled her into an alleyway, pulling her back. Two gorgons slithered past, and Annabeth rolled her eyes. She hated when petty monster attacks wasted their important time. Besides, the alleyway wouldn't save them-Jason's scent was stronger than Percy's, and he seemed to have the worst luck. But that wasn't his plan. He jumped out, somehow decapitating through both of them before they even knew he was there. He looked wildly at Annabeth. A shiver went down her spine.
"The rain will wash away their tracks," he said. "We have to hurry."
Annabeth was suddenly grateful for Jason's upbringing. Wolves were trackers, and Jason had been doing this since he was two, apparently. He didn't slow except to study the ground, or sniff the air. Once, he drooped to study a smushed piece of stone and took a sharp left. She followed him blindly, knowing that he was the best chance of finding Percy before it was too late. She'd lost him once, and she wasn't going to do it again.
They arrived at the temple doors soon enough, and Annabeth didn't like the look of the ruins. Or the dark, turning staircase going underground. Jason paused for a second, his chest heaving, eyes squinting. Annabeth waited, poised for his command, and for once in her life, she realized someone else was going to know the next right thing.
She'd always wondered why Athena wasn't the ruler of Olympus. She was literally wisdom, Zeus's right hand when it came to battle. Surely, if she had all the right answers, she could rule the world so much better. But as Annabeth stood at Jason's right, watching the electric blue eyes flick into the stairs, sparks flying from his limbs, she understood. Some were meant to be leaders. He looked at her, as if asking permission for something.
"I trust you," she said, a weight coming off of her chest when she realized that was true. She did trust him.
"Your trust will be tested, Annabeth Chase."
Eros stood in their way, again, his face grave and tired.
"The giants are working to tear you apart," he warned. "Your quest will tear you apart, this will change the world's fate. But you have to remember who the real enemy is. Son of Rome, the rest of your life weighs on tonight. You will struggle, but survive. The world rests on your shoulders, Jason Grace. Remember who the real enemy is."
The love god disappeared again, and Jason plunged into the darkness, the only light is electrical sparks lighting up his forearms and making Annabeth's hairs stand on end. It was a crawly space, and Annabeth kept shivering from being wet and the stones were cold. Jason took steps two at a time, and Annabeth watched the sparks fly off of his muscular calves.
Good gods, what made her notice his calves? Worry started to set in as she took step after step after step. A sickening feeling was crawling up her stomach the longer she went without finding Percy. Gods, they'd been through so much together, just for things to end like this. Annabeth realized she didn't even know how she would move on without him. She had been through literal death with him, and now, the thought of things just being her was terrifying. She didn't trust herself to keep going if he was dead.
It's why she knew something was up when her mind told her to fuck Jason.
They both jumped, and Jason kept his back turned to her. The air was thick now with electricity, and Annabeth tried to breathe through her mouth to avoid his scent in her nose. Between her legs began to feel wet, and she tried closing her eyes. That only brought images to her head of being anomalistically railed until her womb swallowed the Son of Jupiter's seed.
"Jason," she said, her voice shaking. "We have to keep going."
He nodded, and they moved faster, both of them ignoring the growing heat between them. The closer she got the more she wanted him, and the more she wanted to throw herself at him. She tried her best not to touch him, but when she inevitably bumped into him, he turned so their eyes locked.
Jason's cheeks were flushed, and his pupils were blown as he stared at him. She assumed she looked the same, and she had to actively push back against a force that was trying to push her into his arms. She knew that if that happened, she would surely lose the battle. Her eyes lowered to his waist, the hard outline of his huge manhood straining against his pants. Saliva actually drooled from her mouth, and she felt herself take a step towards him.
"We have to keep going," he croaked. "Just try not to touch each other, we have to find them."
Perhaps this was why she trusted him. He could outthink the situation instead of relying on his emotions. Now was the time as any to fight desires, to rely on logic alone to see them through, and of all of the seven, they were the only two who could the battle of the mind this hard.
There were lights starting to flicker on the walls, and Annabeth desperately hoped that once they found Percy that this lust in her could be transferred over to him. This scared her-she'd never thought about any man in this way other than Percy. Even Luke had been a girlish crush, exclusively innocent. This couldn't be happening, after everything she had endured with Percy, and now she was being forced to ruin it.
"It makes sense," Jason whispered, even the sound of his voice making her womb churn with desire. "Opposite of Aphrodite...which means he probably really doesn't like Piper..."
The realization made Jason go even faster and soon he stumbled into a room, his sword drawn and knees bent, clearly ready for a fight. When Annabeth reached him, her stomach flipped when she saw Percy, but her body still thirsted desperately for the Son of Jupiter.
All four of them were chained to pillars, Frank and Hazel sharing one, and Piper and Percy sharing the other. Frank had a black eye, and Percy had a gash down his cheek. Piper was gagged, and Hazel had scratch on her shoulder. Their clothes were tattered, and there was a nervousness about them. As if they knew something terrible; something terrible that Annabeth and Jason didn't.
"Annabeth, whatever he tells you to do, do it," Percy said to her, and she ripped her eyes away from the Son of Jupiter to look into the sea green eyes of the one she loved most. "I still love you-I understand. I promise."
She was trying to understand his words through her sex-addled brain, but it was foggy, as if they were breaking down a wall to even get her to comprehend what he was saying. Piper was fighting against her gag, and Percy kept repeating that he loved her over and over again. Frank and Hazel wouldn't meet her eyes, and Jason kept looking at Piper, and then her.
She knew she should move to unchain them or something, but her feet wouldn't take a step towards them. She pushed but it was as if she lost control.
"He's right, Miss Chase," a voice said, and a giant stepped into the room. "I've been waiting for you two. Jason Grace, you are the star of this show."
There was a snapping that sounded like fingers, snd Jason gave out an angry yell. Piper screamed against her gag, and Annabeth's head began to spin her mouth salivating, and this time she felt herself soak through her shorts. Then she looked up. Then she looked up at Jason.
He stood stark naked before them. A breeze tickled her and she realozed that her clothes were gone. Jason reached to cover himself, but Annabeth had no strength to even attempt it herself. She had to use it all from forcing herself onto the Son of Jupiter in front of her.
Annabeth had never felt so small comapred to Jason. But as he stood in full glory, she felt timy enough that he could break her bones. His shoulders were broad, biceps muscled. His chest was thick, and as her eyes wandered down his narrow waist, he moved his hands to touch her bare arms. Sparks flew off of her, and both of them whimpered. Annabeth finally looked at him; his cock huge, testicles framed by thick, muscular thighs. This, was the prince of Olympus. He looked like a statue of a Greek god with a much bigger cock.
"Its time for you to fuck our champion, daughter of Athena," the voice said.
Annabeth paused, trying so desperately to hold on, to force herself back, her mind spinning as she tried to focus on her love for Percy. It was the only thing stopping her from impaling herself on the well-hung son of Jupiter, and filling her womb with his seed.
"Annabeth, you have to," Percy said, his voice straining. "Otherwise you and Jason will die."
His voice cracked, and Piper managed to fight her way out of the gag. She was saying something to Jason that Annabeth was too overstimulated to process.
"Obey him," Piper screamed, and Annabeth did her bidding.
The kiss was barely romantic . If Percy tried to kiss her like that, she'd kill him. It was all tongue and spit as they mouthed at each other, just trying to relieve the pressure that had been building up. Jason's hands came to grip at her breasts, his large hands warm on her stiff nipples. Annabeth moaned into his mouth, and she felt herself begin to drip down her thighs.
Barely thinking, she knelt, wrapping her hand around his length and guiding him into her mouth. She'd only given Percy a blowjob once right before he had disappeared. She had enjoyed the experience, and had planned on giving him another. Actually having sex made her feel so close to Percy, and after him being gone for so long, and then Tartarus, all they craved was closeness. She hadn't had time to give him another one.
Jason was different than Percy. Percy was salty, and sweet almost. Annabeth just knew Percy; their sex life had been easy to get into. Jason was metallic, and huge, and almost immediately hit the back of her throat. Even though she was so worked up she was scared she'd fuck a minotaur, she could rationalize the difference between the two, and decide that she liked Percy better. Her body, though, begged for the Son of Jupiter, and even now she felt gapingly empty.
"Piper," Jason moaned, and Annabeth looked up at him.
His eyes were closed and his head was tipped back, hands threading in her hair. She admired his defiance, that his thoughts were so strong that he could pretend it was Piper on her knees taking him into his mouth.
Annabeth gave one last suck, and he was finishing inside of her mouth. She didn't expect there to be so much come, but it filled her mouth as she swallowed, and swallowed, and swallowed, his jazz leaking out of her lips and dripping down her face onto her breasts. He was still completely hard, and Annabeth felt herself create a little puddle on the ground as she admired his large, pulsing manhood.
Jason flipped her so that she was laying on her back, and she closed her eyes. She felt him run his tip over her clit and she let out an incoherent groan, nearly seeing stars from the long awaited touch to her sensitive flesh. She was nearly shaking now as he pressed his head at her entrance, and suddenly she was glad for all the lubrication that her body had provided her-she had no idea how he was going to fit otherwise.
He pushed in slowly, and pain flared just by his full girth. By the time he hit her cervix, Annabeth was more stretched than she was positive that she would ever be. Her chest gleamed with sweat, and Jason rested a hand on her heart, his thumb coming to ghost over her nipple. He muttered something as if warding off an ancient curse, before wiggling a little bit, stretching her further.
"Jason," Annabeth whispered. "Move."
He inched back out and slammed back into her, and Annabeth nearly fainted with pleasure. She had never managed to finish without clitoral stimulation, but she was positive she would now. He kept hitting her g-spot, and her legs were beginning to shake, core beginning to heat in a way she never experienced before. Annabeth pulsed around him, she could feel herself sucking him closer to her, to deeper.
All she needed was his seed. Her body screamed to be fertilized, demanding that he fill her with every last drop. She arched her back and somehow Jason managed to go at it harder. Like wave after wave on the shore he plowed her, his head pressing her cervix each time, and Annabeth raising her hips to meet him with each thrust. Pain forgotten, she squeezed him, her body so filled with pleasure she couldn't even comprehend the noises coming out of her mouth anymore.
Annabeth saw stars as she came. Her vision went black, as she squeezed him the tightest she could. The pleasure started in her toes and flooded her brain so hard for a second she thought she was dead. Her heart was beating faster and faster, her hands clenching and unclenching.
Jason let out a primal cry as he came inside of her, pressing his head deep into her, and letting his seed fill her. Annabeth drank his come, her womanhood filled to the brim. Gobs squeezed out of her around his cock and onto her thighs. A ringing started in her ears as he pulled out. Gods, did everybody hear that squelching noise?
Jason fully pulled out of her and sat back on his ankles, his body shaking. Annabeth laid for a moment before everything set in. Here she was completely naked in front of an audience, her best friend's boyfriend's cum coating her thighs, just on display for everyone to witness her getting fucked by a man who wasn't the one she loved. A deep horror played in her chest, and tears burned her eyes.
"Percy?" she asked, looking desperately until she meant the unwavering eyes she hoped were still hers.
Pain flared in her as she made her crawl toward him. He opened to her, bringing her closer to him, as she buried her head in his chest. Her body shook with sobs and pain, and she tried to numb herself to the overwhelming heartbreak.
"I'm sorry," she whispered. "Gods, I'm so sorry, Percy."
"I know, I know," he kept saying. "I love you. I know this wasn't your fault."
Annabeth's body finally gave way and she rested fully against Percy, energy so depleted she felt like she couldn't even move her hand if she wanted to. She was cold now. So, so cold.
Annabeth buried her face deeper into Percy's t-shirt hoping this was all a sick dream, and she would wake up. But then the voice began to laugh, and Jason let out a painful cry.
Annabeth raised her head to see Jason standing there fluids covering a still-hard cock. His face was red, with both anger and humiliation, and his fists were clenched. Annabeth let out a whimper and the voice chuckled again.
"Don't worry, wisdom's daughter. You are finished. But our hero still must perform," it boomed. "Son of Rome, you will conquer the virgin now."
Hazel let out a scream as she was thrown forward into Jason's arms. Frank yelled and strained against his chains but it was to no avail. Frank's face was contorted with the most passion it would ever hold as Hazel's clothes were shed from her body and she tried to cover herself with her hands.
"None of that, Pluto's kin," the giant said. "Let the Son of Rome have his way, this is in his blood."
Tears were running down Jason's cheeks, and for a moment Annabeth caught his eyes. Fires of desolation burned through them and he turned to whisper something in Hazel's ear. She uncovered herself, burying her head in Jason's neck, and his hands came to carress in between her legs. She let out a moan, and Jason rested his cheek against her hair, before picking her up and gently laying her on her back, his hand cradling her head so it wouldnt touch the stone beneath her.
"I'm so sorry," he said, two fingers lushing inside of her, and Annabeth buried her eyes when he pulled them out.
Hazel let out a breath of pain as Jason ripped into her, and he apologized in a moan. He stayed still for a while, and tears were beginning to drip down his cheeks again. Annabeth looked away; she'd been under the giant's spell, too, and now to have to not only have screwed Annabeth, but Hazel, too? Eros was right, the giants were tearing them apart. Jason began to move, still cradling Hazel's head as he moved into her, and Annabeth could tell that he was being more gentle than he had been with her. He was holding back, his face a mixture of attenpted control, and pleasure.
Annabeth finally met Piper's eyes. They were deeply sad, and a pang of sympathy hit Annabeth. Here she was, watching her boyfriend screw her friends the night after they'd lost their virginities to each other. Gods, that was painful.
"Hazel, try and relax," Jason grunted. "It might feel a little better."
Frank barked something that sounded like an insult, and Percy sent him a sympathetic look. Hazel let out a breath, and then a moan, as if it was starting to feel better. Frank glushed and looked away as Hazel's moans picked up.
"That-that feels really good," she breathed as Jason lowered his fingers to her nub. "That feels really good, Jason."
Hazel let out out a long groan, and Jason whimpered. She was shaking and clinging to him, riding out her first orgasm on the son of Jupiter's cock.
"Haz, Hazel, I'm going to come, I'm sorry," Jason moaned.
Annabeth buried her head again, and she heard Piper swear beside her. Percy's hand covveted her hair.
"This is so fucked up," he said. "This is so fucked."
Annabeth swueaked when she heard Jason pull out, and chains moved as she asdumed Hazel went to Frank similarly to as she had gone with Percy. When she looked back at, Jason had his eyes closed, hands covering his face; his manhood still hard, balls beginning to hold a purplish blue hue.
"Please," he croaked, and the voice laughed again. "Please, let me be finished."
"That is not your legacy, Jason Grace," the voice said. "And neither is it mine. Aphrodite created sex to be beautiful, and loving. Everyone acts is if I ruined it, made it ugly, but people have been abusing it long before me. And now you pay the price."
Jason's eyes, full of shame, looked down at the floor. His body was beginning to bruise, and there were cuts on his palms, elbows, and knees from the sharp friction of the stone.
The giant revealed himself, and Annabeth almost gagged. He was the ugliest thing she'd ever seen, snd the giants were ugly. Opposite of Aphrodite, absolutely. His eyes faced different ways...in every way that Aphrodite was beautiful this giant was the opposite.
"Behold, Son of Rome, your third and final conquest," he boomed.
With a shallow, naive hope, Annabeth wished for Piper to be thrown at him. At least Jason actually loved her, and maybe it would heal something in both of them. But that was not to be.
The giant pulled on chains, and Hera, the queen of Olympus walked out to meet her patron. Jason turned and threw up, clearly dizzy with rage and stress as he stumbled. He was shaking, visibly now, goosebumps evident on his splotchy skin.
"Oh, shit,"Percy said. "This is really, really fucked up."
Hers looked small for a moment, and so utterly human, Annabeth's heart broke for her. The giants had reduced her against her godhood, her pride, the reason she held the title of Olympian; her faithfulness to Zeus.
Jason stood still as Hera kissed him chastely before pushing him to take a seat. She spit on her hand a few times, before running her hand over Jason's cock, and then putting her hand on his chest, to push him so he was laying on his back.
"You're going to be alright, my hero," she said, her voice cracking.
She straddled Jason, using her hand to guide herself onto him, Sinking onto Jason's penis, both of them letting out cries of slight relief at the tension relief. Finally, Annabeth was able to look away, burying herself once again in Percy's chest. The slapping of their bodies rung in her ears, and Annabeth tried not to think about how Piper was feeling. If he boyfriend was forced to screw Hera?
Jason lasted longer than he did with Annabeth or Hazel, and when Annabeth looked up, her head turning against her will to watch them, Jason flipped Hera, making her cry out so that she was on her hands and knees and he was behind her. He was letting out whimpers, leaning his chest forward as the thrusted, his hands squeezing her breasts.
"Good, Jason Grace," the hideous laughed. "Fuck your patron."
Annabeth, and she assumed the others, were cast into a vision.
Hera or maybe Juno stood on an apartment balcony, watching Hollywood below her. A blond baby boy, probably about nine months, giggled on her hip, laughing when she blew kisses on his cheek.
"For one of my husband's sons, you are too sweet," she said kindly. "Even Thalia as a baby was more warlike than you."
Jason giggled again, clinging to Juno, burying his head in her neck. Even as a baby, all he wanted was a mother to love him.
"You are my greatest gift, little Jason," Juno murmured. "Jupiter was right. You have appeased my anger."
The scene shifted. A four year-old Jason Grace repeated his oaths to Rome, obviously fighting back tears as his praetor burned a tattoo into his tiny, toddler forearm. Juno stood only in his line of view, nodding, and smiling encouragingly.
Then she was congratulating Jason they all recognized. He was battle worn, but wearing a purple robe over his toga. He was praetor now, and Juno kissed his forehead maternally.
"I have great plans for you, my greatest gift," she said, cupping his cheeks.
Then he was at Camp Half-Blood, swinging his sword at dummies, slashing and parrying as Juno or maybe Hera now, watched him, a cigarette in her hand. She shouted directions to him and he followed them, both in Latin, Greek, and English. She was his patron, she'd stepped in as his godly parent.
Annabeth lurched forward, disgust growing in her gut. Hera was like a mother to Jason, his actual stepmom, and here he was being forced to screw her. This was disgusting, evil, more evil than anything before.
"Jason," Hera moaned. "Jason, harder."
He let out a noise similar to a growl, hitting her faster and snapping his hips back into her with a renewed energy.
Annabeth tried to make herself look away and Percy kept saying how sick this was over and over again. She couldn't look away and her stomach grew nauseous.
Jason threw his head back, letting out an urgent, primal cry, as he railed her one last time. Gobs of come squeezed out of Hera, more than he produced before, pouring out around his cock still inside her to drip onto the floor.
"I-I," he couldn't finish, and after a few minutes of jizz oozing out of the goddess in front of him, Hera stepped forward, his cock, finally softening, squelching out of her.
There was a silence, a stillness. Jason on his knees, staring at the hideous giant, the weight of the last hour finally and fully resting on him. It rested on all of them, now. Hera had broken her vow to Zeus, something that Annabeth knew would bring Armagedden.
"What have I done?" He asked, his voice grave.
"You've brought in the earth mother's plan," the giant cackled. "You've broken the vow Olympus stands on. The ancient magic holding them together has shattered."
Hera looked at the floor, and Jason kept staring at the giant. His chest rose and fell, knuckles in fists. He closed his eyes for a moment, and Annabeth desperately tried to think of anything to just get away from here.
It's begun, a voice taunted in her ear. The end of the world. She gripped Percy tighter.
Finally, Jason collapsed, his eyes closed. Silent tears running down Hera's cheeks as she laid out a shaking hand on Jason's forehead. He shuddered at the touch, his body covered in bruises, blood, sweat, and come.
There was a crack of thunder, and electricity filled the room. Suddenly, Annabeth was filled with a fight, and anger in her for justice. Her expression was matched as Zeus appeared in the middle of the room, his lightening bolt in hand. His face contorted in pain and anger, he faced the giant. Annabeth shivered in the full majesty of the king.
Zeus held his bolt high, and let out a roar. Their chains were breaking and they were clothed again, standing before the first Olympian, ready to give a fight for Olympus.