Island Tour for Two
As the morning rays drifted into the room, I stirred from my slumber. I couldn't recall a time when I slept so soundly. Such possibilities seemed beyond my reach. And yet, despite that, the only thing I know is that my rest came in the best manner possible.
Dreamless.
Curled in a loving fetal position, her legs curled with mine, lied Piper. Crowned in the radiant glow of the morning rays, she nuzzled her nose into my neck, sighing in content as she slumbered.
Memories of the previous night flooded my head. The drastic change between Piper's persona was unfathomable. To imagine that someone so alluring could be curled into my side, mindlessly rubbing her soft fingers along my chest, perplexed me to no end.
Was she cute or was she seductive? I couldn't answer. Both seemed a likely choice depending on her mood. But I did know one thing; I cherished both sides.
Mumbling incoherent words into my neck, she tightened the grip her legs had on mine, bringing me to a startling realization.
Di immortales, she's soaking wet!
Unaware of her own actions, she rolled her hips into my thigh, smearing them with the sweet honey streaming from her nether lips. Whether she was having a wet dream or was simply easily aroused, I wasn't sure. Still, I took advantage and dipped my head, pressing my lips against her cheek.
Her mumbling shifted into a sleepy moan; a smile stretched on her lips. As her eyes fluttered open, she took only one second to look at me before capturing my lips with hers. Soft moans filled the air as she unwittingly ground her pelvis into my thigh, coating both of us in her morning wetness.
"There are worse ways to wake up," she said, a sleepy smile on her face.
The grin on my lips betrayed my lecherous thoughts. "There are better ways too."
As an unassuming frown of confusion masked her waking countenance, I trailed my fingers down the subtle ridges of her vertebrae and grasped a handful of her ample backside.
"Oh!" she exclaimed. Only then did she take notice of the stalwart erection pressing against her belly. Her attention vacillated between my face and my throbbing cock, already leaking precum from its tip.
Lust clouded her eyes. As if in a trance, she wrapped her fingers around the shaft and smeared the precum over the head with her thumb.
I groaned. "While I would love to stay here with you, I have to go meet my nymphs today. We'll have to make this quick."
Her eyes flashed dangerously as she dragged her teeth over her bottom lip. "Oh, no. Not until we get our fill."
Our?
Before I could question her, she rolled herself on top of me and turned around, leaving me with a tantalizing view of her dripping vulva. Syrupy nectar clung to her inner thighs, glistening beautifully in the diffused morning light.
As I took in the sight of her plump lips, a lush warmth enveloped my cock. I groaned as Piper bobbed her head, stroking the untouched flesh of my shaft with one hand, twisting slightly until my hips bucked the tip deeper into her mouth.
Eager to return the favor, I wrapped an arm around her thigh and grasped her supple ass cheek. My other hand trailed along the toned muscles of her slim abdomen, sliding ever closer to her core until a series of frustrated whimpers reached my ears.
"What is it?" I asked, my voice dripping with playful wickedness. "What do you want me to do?"
She said nothing, instead spurring me on with her mouth squelching on my dick. A needy groan reverberated in her chest, spiking my pleasure to new heights. Evidently desperate, she wagged her hips from side to side, waving her needy pussy inches in front of my face.
Still, I denied her.
"What was that? You want me to leave?" I bent my knees, as if preparing to slip out from beneath her.
Without a second of hesitation, she surged forward, lodging my dick in her throat, and grasped my balls in her velvety grip. A clarion whine echoed in her throat as she massaged her tongue over the delicate flesh of my dick. Her knees dug into the recesses of my pillow on either side of my head, her pussy leaking its sweet dew onto my chin.
"Oh, so you really want it, do you?" My hand trailed closer to her leaking pussy lips, barely brushing the hood over her engorged clit.
"Mhmm," she responded, the vibrations making my cock twitch in pleasure.
From the combined effort of her deepthroating my dick, massaging my balls, and waving her desperate lips over my face, I relented. Two fingers massaged her lips as my tongue caressed her little clit.
A dulcet moan, pierced by a shrill whine, rippled across the sensitive skin of my cock. Her tongue lavished and her throat squelched with every bob of her head. As if spurred by newfound desperation, she quickened her pace, stroking and twisting her soft fingertips across the pulsing girth.
Feverish pleasure boiled in my loins, threatening to succumb to her whims and plaster her throat with my love. I couldn't dare let such pleasures go unreturned.
Suckling on her clit, I plunged my fingers into her steamy depths; piquant juices spilled from within, coating my knuckles with her essence. Her legs shivered at the sides of my head.
Quicker still, the arrival of my climax drew near. With resolute devotion, I massaged my fingers inside of her until they rubbed the spongy patch of nerves within her. I couldn't finish first. I wouldn't finish first.
"Mmmm!"
The shrill moan heralded the arrival of her quaking orgasm. Trembling, her body collapsed beneath her, blessing me with all of her warmth as she squirmed above me. A fresh stream of her juices leaked from her lips, coating my chin and mouth in its essence.
Satisfied with my work, I leaned back my head and allowed her to recover her wits. For a few minutes, she quivered and spasmed, her moments of ecstasy filled with satisfied moans as she slobbered on my pulsing cock. Lethargically, she pumped and sucked, not with any particular skill or passion, but with a simple determination to drain my balls of their contents.
I only lasted for a minute longer.
With only my clenching balls and a guttural grunt as warning, pearly cum spewed forth and filled her silky mouth. Her hum of satisfaction served to prolong my climax, as did her fingers. With careful strokes and caresses, she milked every drop of semen she could and swallowed it all without a second of hesitation.
Satisfied. Breathless. We lied there embraced in the warmth of the other, our loins both dribbling the last of their fluids. A sweet and sticky mess, we were. At some point, I started kissing her thighs, nipping at the tender flesh to warrant some kind of reaction.
"I'm tired," she mumbled. "And dirty."
A victorious smile wove its way into my lips as I pulled myself up, dragging myself from beneath her until her pelvis straddled mine. Still, she lied on her chest, exposing her beautiful back and bountiful ass, both within immediate reach. And reach I did.
"Mmm, a little lower," she moaned as I massaged the ample flesh.
"As much as I'd love to stay," I said, squeezing both cheeks to emphasize my point, "I have to meet the nymphs."
With a sigh, she glanced over her shoulder and narrowed her eyes at me. "So you would rather be with them than me?"
I paled, "Wha… no! I just… I mean…"
She laughed out loud. "I'm just playing with you," she yawned. "We have to take a shower first though." She pondered for a second. "You take one first and let me rest for a bit. If we do any more, neither of us are leaving until dinner." With that, she peeled herself from my body and dragged me into a lazy kiss.
Reluctantly, I showered and redressed in my clothes from the previous night. I then rushed out to the atrium to get the rest of my luggage.
Room after room, I searched and searched, yet I could seem to find any that were unoccupied. The first room I searched resulted in me walking in on Drew, a black sleep mask covering her eyes, lying stiffly within her covers.
My second room of choice fared far worse. In it, Zoë was halfway through changing, baring her gorgeously toned back and thighs to me as she slipped a linen chiton over her shoulders. For a moment, I stood, petrified and transfixed by her deadly grace as she hummed to herself, the toned muscles on her back flexing, utterly unaware that she had an audience. When her eyes did glance in my direction, she screeched with bashful fury. By the time I managed to gather my wits, a hunting knife had found its way across my throat.
"Why wast thou spying?" she said, her voice deadly calm.
"I- I uh… I…" My words stuck in my throat. My attention split between the deadly silver blade millimeters from my jugular and the vexing obsidian eyes staring into my soul. "I'm sorry," I squeaked.
As I stumbled backwards to the hallway, I crashed into Thalia, who released a surge of electricity as a result.
"Do immortales, Kelp Head. Watch where you're…" As she turned to me and assessed the situation, she realized why my attention was focused elsewhere. "Did I miss something?"
"He was watching me change," Zoë stated, her glare never leaving me.
"I didn't mean to," I said, my words tumbling out of my mouth faster than I could keep up with. "I was looking for my room because-"
"Okay, okay, hold it. First off, Zoë, he's going to see you completely naked at some point in the next two weeks. Him seeing you half dressed should be the least of your concerns. Secondly-" she turned to me "-why don't you know where your room is?"
"Um, well…" I tried thinking up an excuse, but only managed to stutter out an unintelligible phrase.
Her eyes widened in realization. "Already? Not sure if I should be impressed or worried about how fast you made your first claim." She paused for a moment. "And not even with Annabeth."
I paled, unsure of how I was going to die: a knife to the throat or a lightning bolt through my brain.
"Annabeth set up three doors down," she said after an unnerving pause. "Zoë, you still free for the arena?"
Annabeth wasn't in the room, so I rushed to get my clothes put away. After all, given the position of the sun, Annabeth still sleeping seemed unlikely. She never slept past eight thirty. I changed out of my previous clothes and into a fresh set of khakis and a clean white tee shirt.
Following that, I returned to the atrium. This time, however, there was a row of five nymphs standing before me. They were a mismatched bunch, but all of them were very pretty in their own right. From the far end, a slightly taller nymph stepped forward.
She gave me a slight curtsy and looked up at me. "Good morning, Master. How may we be of service to you?"
For a brief moment, I allowed myself to take in her exotic beauty, not that it was hard to do. From skin that matched the cerulean waves to eyes glowing like the violet corals beneath them, she radiated a unique beauty only an oceanid could.
"First things first, there is no need to call me Master. I don't want anyone here to be below me, unless it is of their own free will." I winked at that. Some of the nymphs giggled, others blushed. One of them scowled and looked away entirely.
The lead nymph shrank away. "We do not address you as 'Master' freely. It is ingrained in us to do so, and we are required to address you as such."
I pondered that for a few seconds, annoyed at the rules.
"Okay. I'm not sure how I can deal with that in the long run, but for now, let's just say 'Master' means 'friend.' Nobody here outranks anyone else, despite their titles. Even me. If I start acting out of order, I want you to call me out on it and do what you think is necessary. Got it?"
The entire row shared nervous glances towards each other, but nodded nonetheless. The head nymph simply strode forward until I could practically feel her breath on my throat. Despite being a nymph, she stood only a few inches shorter than I did. Her eyes narrowed warily as she approached, as if trying to determine my end game.
Within a single second, her face shifted into a bright smile. "Thank you, Master. We did not expect you to be so friendly." Before I could process her actions, she pecked my lips with her own, leaving me brain dead for a few seconds after.
After shaking the lapse of brain function from my head, I shifted my gaze to the oceanid, who was backing away and wringing her hands together with her head bowed. "What's your name?"
She straightened her neck, taken aback. "Um. My name is Palírroia."
I tried for a warm smile. "Well Palírroia, I don't want to be a friendly master. I just want to be a friend." I returned her action by kissing her forehead, to which her cheeks flushed a deep purple. "Now," I said as I walked down to the end of the lineup. "I would very much like to get to know each and every one of you." I turned to the first nymph. "What's your name?"
With that, I began moving down the line, girl to girl, until I learned all of their names. The first was Rose, who nervously combed a few petals of her namesake flower from her curly hair. Second was Thŷella, whose eyes may have been hewn straight from the mouth of a mollusk; not a single color shone in them, neither iris or pupil. Nimba came next, and recieved my forehead kiss of gratitude with a giggling blush, clasping her hands together and swaying side-to-side. The last of the nymphs said next to nothing, her attention seemingly fixed on the front door. Only after Palírroia stepped in did I learn her name was Ashe.
After learning everyone's name, Palírroia ushered them away to their morning duties. Each left with varying levels of enthusiasm.
I looked at Palírroia. "Could you give me a tour of this place? I've been getting spun around here for the past two days."
She offered a shy smile. "Of course. Please follow me."
I have to admit, Palírroia knew what she was doing. She showed me each and every bedroom and told me who claimed it. She then led me to the servants quarters. I told her to have all of the nymphs go and claim a room for themselves since there were so many to spare. From the atrium to the kitchen to the living room, the mansion provided every necessity a house could ask for, and then some. Even better was that we still needed to cover the second floor; which she informed me would be visited later.
We took a quick tour outside to see what natural beauties the exterior could offer. Along the way, we came across several fountains and statues, but those failed to catch my attention when compared to the real attractions. A massive pool area nestled between two wings on the north side of the eta shaped villa. A sprawling lounging area, complete with a fire pit, hammocks, and waterbed style lounge chairs covered one corner.
Along the western side of the complex, a massive garden sprawled before us. Despite the colorful arrangements to gawk at, my focus turned to the two beauties hard at work.
"Hey, Katie, Calypso, how's your morning going?"
They both turned to me, covered in dirt and sweat. Katie wiped her forehead with a bright smile on her face.
"Hey. You here to take up my offer?"
"Katie," Calypso chastised, "you know Percy isn't ready for us to start giving him that kind of attention."
She offered me a gentle smile while attempting to brush away the dirt on her arms.
I let out a nervous laugh. "Yeah, I'm still getting used to everything. Besides, we have an eternity to spare."
Katie pouted. "I know. But the quicker we get through this, the quicker we can relax. I might as well enjoy it before the other girls take you for themselves."
I attempted to shrink away, nearly backing into Palírroia. Calypso raised an eyebrow, but thankfully came to my rescue.
"Then why don't you put that sexual frustration to use and help me? We still have seven more honeysuckle bushes to plant before breakfast."
Katie groaned. "Fine. But I won't stay patient forever."
With Katie distracted, I pulled Palírroia back into the mansion. She voiced no complaint, aside from a startled yelp. When I was certain we would get no more uncomfortable conversations, I released her from my grip. She rubbed her wrist while glancing towards me with a bowed head.
"Shall we see the upstairs?" she asked.
"Lead the way."
We passed by a great deal of rooms that I could definitely get used to: a gym, a library, a martial arts studio, a salon (complete with spirits who were created solely to tend to the needs of each person).
Following the upstairs, she led me downstairs to an underground arena the size of a baseball diamond solely for armed combat. A massive wall of glass separated the hallway from the fighting pit of the arena. On the opposite side of it, Zoë and Thalia dueled with feral ruthlessness. Zoë caught my gaze for a brief second, long enough for her to fall victim to Thalia's boot to the chest. She voiced no complaint as she stood, rubbing her chest, but widened her eyes and turned away the moment she realized I was still watching. Thalia turned her head with a frown, only to notice me with a concerned expression, and waved me off. I decided it might be in my best interest to listen.
At the far end of the hallway loomed a celestial bronze door. Studded with thick bolts along the edges, it seemed so out of place within the modern mansion that I couldn't help but inquire as to its purpose.
"The dungeon," she said casually, though her downcast eyes betrayed her nonchalant demeanor. "In case you need to punish any of us."
"How common is it for nymphs to be sent here by the other gods?"
She wrung her hands together, shifting her weight from one foot to the other.
"It is quite common. The gods are quite strict with what they want from the nymphs. Should that nymph not perform up to the requirements, they are normally locked in a dungeon if not worse."
My hand pressed to my chin as I stared at the wall, unable to process exactly what could possess someone, even a god, to treat someone else so cruelly.
"I can promise you this. Unless they request it, I will never place any nymph in here. And even then, I won't dare leave them to waste away. You have just as many rights as I do."
Eyes wide, with pupils to match, she returned a stare with her mouth slightly agape.
"Umm," she blushed, "that reminds me. This is where Khione is currently being held."
My shoulders tightened. I had all but forgotten about Piper's nemesis.
"Take me to her."
The dungeon looked almost exactly like what one would expect. Damp cobblestones composed the walls. Colonies of bioluminescent algae clung to the ceiling, offering little more than mediocre light within the room. A row of three cells with chains bolted to the wall lined the room. In the back of my mind, I couldn't help but notice how starkly different the room appeared in comparison to the rest of the house, as if it were thrown in as an afterthought.
Bound within the center cell, still as a fox trapped in permafrost, was Khione.
Never before had I seen the snow goddess, but I heard about her plenty from Jason, Leo, and Piper, and how she sabotaged their quest to rescue Hera several times. I wasn't sure how to feel about that. Sure what she did was wrong, but someone who hates Hera can't be all bad in my book.
Just as those thoughts crossed my mind, a knot devloped in my gut. My hands started to itch and tremble as sweat rolled down the back of my neck. This is the one who attacked Piper. She needs to be punished severely for her actions.
Recognizing my own thoughts as barbaric, I shook them out of my head. My breathing steadied asI prepared to speak with the goddess.
I asked Palírroia to open the cell, and crouched in front of the goddess, who was crucifixed to the wall. Her skin was almost unnaturally pale, and a wild mane of black hair hung from her head. She wore only a simple chiton that flowed down to her ankles. The cell itself seemed to radiate the chill of the goddess. Soon I could see my own breath steaming as I braced myself to talk to her.
"Khione," I called.
She was awake as far as I could tell, but said nothing.
"Listen, I have no personal vendetta against you. You make this easy for me, I'll make it easy for you. Simple as that. There are plenty upstairs who would leave you down here to rot for eternity. I'm not one of them. I believe everyone should be given a chance. Trust me, I know what it is like to want to reject the gods. All of this—" I gestured my hand to the surrounding area "—I didn't want any of it."
She lifted her head and met my gaze with an icy stare of her own. It was hard to get a read on her, but I could definitely see the gears turning in her head.
"You could never know, Perseus. Just do what you really want and let me rot." She spat at me, her saliva frosted over my cheek.
I wiped off her snow spit and looked around. I sighed and left the cell before turning back to Khione.
"I'll be back at some point to see if you want to talk. In the meantime, I'll see if we can get you something to eat."
Palírroia and I then left the dungeon and locked it. The sea nymph absentmindedly shuffled through the keys in her hand as we made our way back up to the surface.
"Something on your mind?"
She almost dropped the keys. "Hmm? What? Oh, no! Of course not!"
I turned towards her completely and put my hands on her shoulders. "Be honest with me. Please."
Her gaze dropped to the floor. "I never expected you to be this kind. Most would have slapped her or starved her or worse, but, instead, you gave her time to cool off."
I held back my cringe from the accidental joke. "I wasn't lying earlier. I'm not here to be some tyrant. I want to be everyone's friend, so long as they're willing to do the same."
She was silent for a little while, but she then startled me with a kiss. I have to admit, I enjoyed the feeling.
"So," she said as she pulled away, "shall we continue the tour?"
I thought we saw everything, but those were only the bits the house offered. She led me to the cave where I met Calypso. Apparently it was completely up to me how we used it. On the island, there were plenty of other attractions such as a hot spring, and a natural lake nestled in the middle of the forest.
By the time we finished, it was a little after three. That didn't surprise me, considering how much we explored.
"Thank you Palírroia for the lovely tour." I took her hand and kissed the back of it.
"Of course, my lord. I am just doing my duty."
I eyed her curiously. I really wanted to get her out of this servant's mentality. "What do you like to do for fun?"
"I beg your pardon, sir?" She looked flustered.
"What do you like to do for fun? Like when you aren't working."
"Um. Well, I…" She turned away, wringing her hands together.
"Come on." I placed a hand on her shoulder, to which she hitched in breath. "You can tell me."
She turned to face me once more, her hands still clasped. "During my time being… trained," she said, her voice low, "I learned to love color. The beauty of it."
I pondered for a second. "Hmm. Sounds like you'd do well with art. Tell you what, I want you to spend the day with Rachel tomorrow. Ask to be her painting buddy. I'll check up on you at some point."
Her mouth gaped. "Oh. Um. If that is your wish, I will do it." She blushed, her cheeks near dark enough to mirror the night sky.
I smiled. "Alright then, I'll see you tomorrow. Thank you for the tour. You can go do whatever you would like for the day."
She shifted her weight back and forth as if contemplating whether or not she wanted to run, but didn't move from her spot. I raised an eyebrow before she jumped out and kissed me again, this time with more energy than before. She even went as far as to wrap her arms around my neck.
A few passionate seconds later, she released me and ran off down the hallways. For once, it was me that was left flustered by a nymph.
After getting over my shock, I made my way over to the kitchen to quickly make something for Khione to eat, while getting some food for myself as well. Within minutes, I had a bowl of fruit and a bagel to give her, and I made my way down to the dungeon. Upon my arrival, a realization fell over me, I didn't have the keys.
"Vlackas," I cursed to myself.
I then came up with an idea, courtesy of Khione spitting on my cheek earlier. After some mild coughing and hacking and being a general annoyance to anyone who heard me, I managed to spit a fair amount onto the lock of the door. I then used my power over water to move it into the lock in the shape of a key. I never tried this before, but the door actually unlocked and opened.
I made my way inside, happy and slightly disgusted at my most recent power discovery. Khione hadn't moved (not that she could), but I passed the food bowl and bagel through the bars. I then used the moisture in the air to unlock Khione's shackles. She slumped to the floor, but still refused to move.
"Please eat at some point," I said. "I really do want to get you out of here."
With that I left the dungeon and returned to the surface. Time to find the one girl who I planned to spend the rest of my life with even prior to this harem.