Home Sweet Home

Have you ever had a time where you wanted to cry from smelling the delicious aroma of your mom's homemade food? If not, I don't know if I should envy you or pity you. The entire apartment smelled of seasoned beef and other good stuff.

Calypso immediately rushed to the kitchen to throw in her touches. My mom was a little put off initially, but how can you argue with someone who's been cooking for more than fifty lifetimes?

I wasn't quite sure what to make of Calypso so readily claiming her place in the kitchen. Sure the food she made was fantastic, and I was never going to stop her from doing what she liked, but I was really hoping that maybe I could get her into a new hobby outside of housework.

Now free of the bags that weighed me down, I collapsed on the couch next to Paul to wait for the meal.

"Rough day?" he asked.

"You don't know the half of it."

He chuckled. "And I hope I never will. Sometimes fantasy is better than reality."

"That would imply that I've fantasized about this. No offense, but I haven't exactly had much time on my hands to think about this kind of stuff."

"None taken. And I get what you mean." He eyed me curiously and whispered, "Hey, man to man, how would you rate your performance so far? Being new and all that."

I stared back at him with a bit of abject horror before looking away. "I don't know. You'd have to ask the other girls about that. All I know is I haven't received any complaints yet, save for Annabeth saying she was sore the next day. But she earned that one."

Paul stifled a laugh. "So a rough guy, huh?" He looked over to the kitchen. "So you haven't done anything with your friend Calypso yet?"

I shook my head. "Not for a lack of effort on her part. Let's just say I'm glad you guys weren't at the mall with us."

"So she's got a bit of an exhibitionist streak? Hmm, that may be problematic here."

He turned towards me and put his hand on my shoulder. "You want my recommendation? Try for a shower tonight. That way we won't have to hear everything. Your mom still sees you as her innocent little baby boy. Hearing you do something like that… it would break her heart."

I was taken aback by how Paul regarded this. He was more of an older friend to me than he was a step father. Sure, we've hung out and bonded briefly, but he still didn't quite treat me like a son. Not that I'm the easiest person to raise. But still, it was jarring to have your stepdad give you advice on how to discreetly have sex with someone while around your parents.

He patted my back. "But hey, there's always worse situations. And I don't know about you, but the smell of that food is making my stomach growl."

He and I definitely agreed on that. Whatever my mom and Calypso were doing in the kitchen was making me drowsy from how good it smelled.

"Be right back," I told Paul.

I stood up and went to my bedroom. It looked just about as I would have imagined with me not being there for the past half year. That being said, it was pretty much spotless. Aside from the cracked wallpaper and the carpet that was outdated when my mom was young, the place looked completely fresh. My bed was made, my desk and dresser were clear of junk, my clothes had all been put away. Everything in it made me curious as to how much time passed before my mom went through here. She probably waited months before finally accepting that I may not be coming back. Talk about depressing.

There was one thing that was missing for tonight though. I made my way over to my desk and pulled out a blue candle. It was a gift from my father after the first war. It was enchanted so that the candle wax would never melt and the wick would never burn out. The scent of the deep ocean radiated from the glossy brick. Poseidon told me that it was to remind me of Atlantis, and to use it any time I felt like remembering where my roots were.

I lit the candle and set it on my dresser. Soon my small room was filled with the scent of warm palm beaches and gentle sea winds. Small mixes of tropical fruits blended into it, but would quickly dissipate into a fresh rainy smell.

Oh, yeah, I thought to myself. This is perfect for setting the mood.

I opened the window so the smell wouldn't be overbearing when I came back later that night before heading into my personal bathroom. It was just as clean as my room. It was more akin to a half bathroom due to how small it was, but there was a small walk in shower that I could use.

Nostalgia lane finally passed over me and I returned my focus to why I came back here in the first place. I turned on the faucet to the sink and quickly splashed my face with some water. It didn't seem to do much, so I just stuck my head under the spout and relished in the feeling of the cool water over my face. Before too long, the drowsiness from the day was washed away. Now that I was actually awake, I could be sure that whatever happened, I would have the energy to… occupy Calypso.

Quickly drying myself off, I returned back to the living room to continue chatting with Paul. Somewhere along the lines, we wound up on a topic that I never liked talking about.

"You ever think about going back to school? You know, make up for the lost time?"

"Not really. It seems pretty unfair for now anyways. I'm allowed to leave the island, but the girls can't leave without me. Well, except for my wives and headmistress. Hence the reason Annabeth can still go to Olympus to complete her classes."

Paul nodded his head. "I see what you mean. And it's not like you really need to make much of a living now. Anything you do workwise will probably be out of boredom."

I hadn't really thought on that. He had a point. An eternity on that island with every need catered to would get very boring. Even worse, my girls wouldn't have a choice in the matter about anything they wanted to do. They would spend their eternal lives bored to death with only me as their major source of "entertainment." Maybe I could come up with something to keep them occupied.

"I don't know," I replied. "Guess I'll have to see what the future holds."

After about another half hour, my mom called for us to sit at the table. If any convincing was required, it wasn't by me. My butt didn't leave the chair for a good five minutes as my mom carried out a crock pot. She opened the lid and… Ohhhhh, yessss!

I wasn't sure if this was pure chance or not, but our meal was freshly made beef stew, the same meal Calypso made me during my time on Ogygia, minus the detail of added blue food coloring. Whether or not it was, I found absolutely no reason to complain. The thick blue broth bubbled gently from the heat and was served to me steaming.

Two bowls… okay seven bowls later (don't judge), I was left very satisfied with a sleepy grin plastered across my face. I don't have anything against Katie's cooking or the nymphs', but a son will always choose the cooking of his mother.

"Oh, Calypso," my mom said. "I forgot to mention, that's a lovely dress. Where did you go exactly?"

Calypso turned to me with a lost look. "Um. I don't quite recall the name. Manhattan Mall, wasn't it?"

"Yeah, that's right. I don't remember the name of the specific store, but it was at the mall."

"Hmm," my mom said, "I'll definitely have to go searching. If that gown is anything to go by, the clothes there must be phenomenal. Or maybe it just looks this good because of who's wearing it."

I gave Calypso a knowing smile and she turned away blushing.

"Well, in any case," Paul said, "Let's keep in mind that our funds are probably pretty low after that trip. So for now, tee shirts and jeans are going to be the norm."

"I could talk to a friend of mine on the island," I replied. "She can summon valuable minerals and gems with virtually no thought at all. When I last saw her room, it had literal piles of gems all over the place, just lying around."

My mom interjected, "Percy, we can't ask that of you or your friend. Plus, it would look downright criminal if our money just shot up out of nowhere."

I let my head fall. "Maybe. But I still owe you guys for today. I should at least pay you back for that."

"Using someone else's money?" My mom raised her eyebrow.

My shoulders hunched. "I see what you mean. But I can't just leave you guys hanging while I'm milling in paradise."

A small smile crept onto my moms face. "We'll be fine. Just come by and visit us every now and then and we can call it even."

Ugh, there is no winning an argument with your mother. Why can't I ever win unless I say something along the lines of "the world will end if I don't do this stupidly dangerous task?"

"So you're going back tomorrow morning?" my mom asked.

"Yeah. After breakfast. Annabeth will meet us for that."

"And where are you planning on spending the night?" Her eyebrow raised. This is about to get awkward.

"We were planning on sharing Percy's bed," Calypso said.

Ouch! I could feel the pain in my mom's chest. Her eye twitched a bit, but she held her friendly smile.

"Well then, there's no time to waste. Let's get this dinner cleaned up so we can be ready for tomorrow."

Remember what I said before about me having no issues doing dishes? Yeah, my mom didn't let that fly. She had me scrubbing them the old fashioned way. I couldn't tell if it was her way of making me pay for the night I was about to have, or if she was trying to make sure I stayed humble. Whatever the case, everything was clean about a half hour later, and my parents left the kitchen to both me and Calypso.

"You have a lovely family," she said.

"Thanks," I replied while putting away the last bowl. I leaned my back against the edge of the counter. "Just wish we didn't have to leave. I've already missed so much time here."

"Perhaps. But you can return at any time you wish."

"Not exactly. There're still a lot of girls on the island that I have to spend time with."

She smiled devilishly. "I know. You must be suffering so much." She leaned in and wrapped her arms around me. "Well, you have one that you can claim who won't offer any resistance. Or should I be a little more aggressive?"

I laughed and shook my head. "Nah, that's fine. Besides, I'd prefer to take you like this."

With that, I grabbed her by the waist and whirled her around before propping her up so her butt rested on the counter. She squealed in surprise, but quickly returned her arms to my shoulders.

"Well, well. If that's how it's going to be…"

She leaned her head down and captured my lips with hers. For a few moments, the familiar tender embrace of her soft lips loosely held mine. I wanted more though, so I pulled her head in for a deeper kiss. A small gasp escaped her, but she offered no resistance. Rather, she seemed to melt like butter as I pressed my tongue into her mouth.

No tongue was involved on her part. She must not have been experienced with this kind of kissing. I'd make sure to change that. For now, I simply explored her mouth and swished my own tongue against hers. Curious to retry a trick that's been used against me, I gently bit her lower lip and sucked on it. Calypso's eyes widened and rolled upwards. She groaned out softly, and her nails began to dig into my shoulder.

I pulled away and smiled up to the panting titaness. Her lips were slightly swollen and her eyes were half lidded. If that wasn't a glorious sight, I don't know what was. I took her hand and kissed the palm softly for a few moments to let her recover.

When I was sure she was ready to go, I pulled her down from the counter and led her back to my room. She followed without a word, though I could feel her pulse racing through her fingertips. After entering my room, I locked the door behind us. Calypso took note of the candle that offered a small amount of light and took a deep whiff.

"Mmm," she sighed, "Definitely a son of the sea god."

I smiled gently and sat her down on the side of my bed. She looked up at me with an innocent gaze. It didn't even faze me. Despite her best efforts, she was nowhere near the caliber of Piper when it came to facial expressions.

Not wanting to disappoint, I leaned down to her for another kiss. She welcomed me by spreading her legs and wrapping one of them around mine. This time, I wasn't as gentle. I pressed down on her lips until she was forced back onto my bed. My hands trailed along her sides and eventually came to a rest on her waist. She didn't seem to mind my more aggressive stance, as she wrapped her arms under mine and held her hands against my shoulder blades.

The kiss grew in heat as Calypso started returning favors with her own tongue. She was a quick learner for sure. Wanting to stay ahead of the game, I pulled away and started going for her ear. A small whimper told me that this was definitely a soft spot. I'll keep that in mind.

Not wanting to push her overboard quite yet, I lowered my head to her neck. She leaned her head back, giving me full access to take her. I dragged my lips against the soft flesh and rubbed my nose against her windpipe. Her dry swallowing didn't go unnoticed by me, nor did her panting.

That's when I took notice of her collarbone. I thought to myself curiously about if I really wanted to do it, but mentally slapped myself for even considering otherwise. Seconds later, I moved over her exposed collarbone and took it into my mouth. Her soft flesh was divine and smelled slightly of almonds. I sucked hard on the skin and nipped at it, warranting a much more vocal response from Calypso.

"Nnngghh! Percy, please don't stop! Touch me more! Don't stop!"

Her nails dug deeper into my back as she hunched forward, her lips mere inches from my ears. I could hear her pants and moans as I continued sucking on that sweet spot by her shoulder. Small whimpers spurred me on as I voraciously indulged in her soft skin. Soon her legs were completely wrapped around my waist and she held me tight.

Finally satisfied, I pulled away and a very dark purple bruise rested on her collarbone. My signature mark that left only one meaning. For sure, no one was going to miss seeing that tomorrow. She heaved out, but refused to let me go. I gave her some time to calm herself.

"I've yearned to be touched like this for so long," she whispered.

Hmm, that gives me an idea.

"Lean back," I said gently. "Whatever you do, just stay relaxed."

She looked at me with wide eyes, but nodded shyly before laying back down. I pushed her legs off of me and knelt down in front of her. When she felt me lift the skirt to her dress, her breath hitched.

"Perc… ah… mmmfff!"

She squealed out as I nipped and sucked along her inner thighs, but she didn't once try and push me away. I worked my way along her supple leg, nipping and kissing it slowly to prolong her pleasure.

"Percy, please!" she cried.

Oh, no Calypso. You aren't getting out of this that easily.

"Shh," I cooed.

I darted my tongue out and used it to tease her all the more as I gently nibbled at her thigh. Soon her legs were trembling. Her hands were tangled into my hair as she tried to force me closer. Her legs were wrapped tightly around my head.

Still not quite ready to give her what she wanted, I paced myself. My tongue traveled along her soft thighs until I finally reached the apex of her legs. I was in for a surprise when I took notice of what exactly what she was wearing. It was the same piece of lingerie that she teased me with earlier that day. Oh, you little minx.

I nuzzled my nose against the fabric and shot my tongue against her pelvis at a quick rate. My best move, though, was when I shifted my head just off center from between her legs. Just along the rim of where her pantyline reached her inner thigh, I suckled vehemently. Based on her reaction, that did exactly what I wanted it to do.

"Percy, please! Friend to friend! Lover to lover! Concubine to master! I beg you! Please stop teasing me!"

Even my cruel heart melted at her pleas. I pulled my head out from under her dress and took a look at her face. Tears streamed down her cheeks. Her eyes were red and puffy. Her hair was a mess. Sweat gleamed on her skin in the soft candlelight.

I gave her a soft smile. "How about you beg me again… as my mistress?"

Her eyes slowly widened as she took in my question. Her hand went to cover her mouth as her face flushed. With a teary smile, she nodded her head fervently.

I pulled myself from her legs' embrace and took her lips in mine. Her soft tremblings were easily some of the most gentle signs of lust that I had ever felt. My hand caressed her cheek, and she sighed into the kiss with her hand in my hair.

"How about we get you more comfortable?" I asked as I pulled away from the kiss.

She nodded bashfully, so I pulled her up from the bed. She stood completely still as I unfastened the bronze medallions pinning the dress up. The shoulder straps went slack and her dress fell down her body and to the carpet with a small thump.

Dressed only in her lingerie, I couldn't help but admire her immortal beauty. Her slender frame deceptively concealed her toned curves. Now that I could actually see them, her breasts appeared larger than I recalled. By no means were they huge, not even close to the largest of the other girls, but they were still impressive. I was curious as to how she managed to conceal them when all she wore were loose fitting dresses.

She eyed me shyly as I gazed upon her lithe body. "Do you like it?"

I looked her in her dark eyes and made no attempt to conceal my smile. "I love it."

I pressed her forward again so she fell back onto the bed. After a moment of thought, I grabbed my pillow and pressed it underneath her tailbone. As sensitive as she was to the teasing, something told me she was going to need it.

I shifted myself back up to her and gently massaged her lips with mine. My hands trailed up her body before coming to a rest on her covered bosom. Calypso let out a soft coo as I gave her a gentle squeeze. Her arms traveled up my back before she let out a small grunt.

"It's not fair if you get to see so much of me, but I don't get to see any of you."

I gave a humored sigh and stood up to pull off my shirt. Calypso bit her lips as the piece of clothing hit the floor, leaving my torso exposed. Her hungry gaze was alluring; very different from the innocent and even the playfully flirty versions of Calypso that I'd seen up to this point. Not better or worse. Just different.

After her moment of staring, she undid her bra and let it fall to the floor as well. My mouth watered at the sight before me. Not a moment passed before I tackled her back to the bed and showered her breasts with kisses. My tongue slid around her supple chest before lingering on her nipple. She seemed much more comfortable with this than she was with the teasing, as she gently stroked my hair.

Enjoying the attention, I took a nipple into my mouth and softly nursed on it, gaining a soft groan from Calypso's throat. One of my hands took hold of her other breast and massaged it thoroughly as my other trailed down her body and massaged her pelvis, just out of reach of what she really wanted.

She whimpered in frustration, but I didn't relent. While looking her straight in the eyes, I gently bit down on her nipple and tugged at it. Her gasps rang throughout the room. A small part of me thought back to Paul's suggestion from earlier, but there was one thing that I wanted to do first.

"Where do you want me?" I asked. My gaze didn't falter and she huffed.

She responded by grabbing my wrist on her pelvis and tried pushing it downward. When I didn't budge, she gave me a pleading look. Okay, now her expressions were starting to get to me.

"I can think of something you'll like even better than that," I said. "Would you like that?"

She quickly nodded as a small whimper left her throat.

Happy with her response, I gave her breast one last kiss before slithering down her body. After passing her hips, I curled my fingers around her panties and dragged the small piece of cloth down her smooth legs. Her breath hitched as her womanhood became exposed to the air. I was in for a shock when I saw the large stain on my sheets. This girl was seriously worked up.

With one finger, I slowly brushed through her folds. Calypso began whimpering like a puppy with the slight contact. My finger was dripping with just one stroke. Oh this is going to be good. I gently blew a cold breath over her clit, causing her hips to buck out into the air.

"Percy," she cried, "Don't be so mean!"

I chuckled and set her thighs over my shoulders. I quickly sucked on the tender spot where her inner legs met her pelvis. Just after, I finally gave Calypso what she wanted as I drove my face into her juicy snatch. The cry she let out was tantalizing.

Her taste was definitely more tangy than my previous attempts at this. I quickly realized it was because of how pent up she was. Moments after I drove my tongue around and past her vulva, the tartness vanished and was replaced with a much more fragrant taste. It was fresh and sweet, like a recently skinned mango.

Within seconds, my mouth was nearly overflowing as she writhed under me. Her whimpers turned to drawn out moans as she relished in the pleasure I gave her. My tongue zigzagged between her slit and flicked her clit, causing her to buck her hips out and pull me further in.

"By the mercy of Erebus, please don't stop," she pleaded.

I realized that she really needed a strong finish, so I decided to test out something that I recalled hearing about a long time ago.

"Cal, you're going to have to trust me," I said. I picked up her panties and held them to her. "Put these in your mouth and don't let them out."

Her face paled, but she did as she was told. She looked at me with a mix of fear and lust as I began my new plan.

One hand crawled up between her legs and pushed two fingers into her dripping love canal. The other hand wrapped around her leg and pressed down on her pelvis, just opposite of her tailbone. I looked up to Calypso, who now had a near drunk expression. Her eyes were half lidded and she swayed back and forth to keep herself upright.

Here goes nothing, I thought to myself.

My fingers curled upward and grazed a spongy patch of nerves inside of her cervix before roughly circling them. My other hand pressed deeper into her pelvis, applying as much pressure as I could without hurting her. To cap it all off, I took her clit between my lips and sucked it… hard.

The result? Calypso screamed out, barely muffled by her makeshift gag. She thrashed violently on the bed and kicked her legs out wildly. Her hands scrunched up the sheets as she tried to pull herself away from me. Her hips bucked severely, but I held her in place. It was like trying to wrestle Nereus all over again, only much more enticing. Despite her efforts to get away from me, she kept the gag in her mouth. She wanted more, she just couldn't handle it.

I kept up my actions for maybe half a minute before she seized up underneath me and let out a guttural scream. Her body gyrated against my face. Her hands dug painfully into my scalp. A wave of shivering crashed through her as she was enveloped by a carnal lust. It became too much and her juices exploded all over my face. She hunched over while still caught in a seizure of bliss and fell to the floor in the fetal position. Her body trembled as a few last bits of her fluids squirted onto the carpet.

I never experienced quite that much of a reaction before. Remind me to try it again some time. When she could finally move again, she rested on her hands and knees, heaving for all it was worth. Her breasts swayed with every movement. Her back arched with every breath. She was still shivering from the aftershock.

"You can let go of the panties now."

She simply opened her mouth and let them drop to the floor. A thick line of drool followed as she continued panting from the experience. Tears streamed from her eyes and ran until they dripped off the tip of her nose.

"Three thousand years," she finally said. "I have been kept in the dark to that sensation for over three thousand years."

She looked at me with teary eyes. "I don't know if the Fates are cruel for denying me this pleasure for so long, or if they're unyieldingly kind for finally giving you to me. Had I known the extent of this before…" She trailed off as she tried to regain her breath.

I moved over to hug her. Her breathing slowly settled and her heart rate lessened. Please tell me that this was a good reason to get big headed… No? Fine…

"Why don't we go take a shower," I whispered. "We made a bit of a mess."

She nodded her head and allowed me to pull her off of the floor. With her wobbly legs, she wrapped her arm around me as I hobbled us to the bathroom. Calypso rested on the toilet as I warmed up the water. In no time at all, a nice steam began to fill the room.

"After you," I said.

Calypso giggled. "Such a gentleman."

She waddled into the shower and I quickly followed, standing behind her. Using my powers, I manipulated the spray of the shower so it would cover us both. Fortunately, the shower was a little cramped, so neither of us could entirely wash ourselves.

"Well," Calypso cooed, "You have a helpless girl naked and wet right in front of you. What are you going to do to her?"

I gave a sly smirk. "Hmm. I have a few ideas."

Without saying anything else, I poured some shampoo into my hands and began lathering it into her hair. Her head swayed as my fingers dug into her thick caramel locks. She leaned back against me and moaned softly, just enjoying the massage I gave her.

"You're very good with your hands," she murmured. "I think I found another reason to be jealous of Annabeth."

I snickered. "You do realize that you can come to me anytime, right? Especially now that you've agreed to be my mistress."

She grazed her nails along my thigh, before taking hold of something that's been aching for her touch. "Trust me. You don't want to give me that kind of freedom."

Accepting her challenge, I leaned forward and whispered into her ear, "Try me."

She responded by rubbing my length in her hand. It wasn't that great to be completely honest, so I decided to help her out.

"Here," I said, "Try this."

I lathered her hands up with some soap. That reduced the friction, allowing her hand to slide more smoothly along my member.

"Try twisting your hand as you— Oh, yeah…" I sighed in relief as she took my advice.

I didn't want her to feel left out, so I got my hands sudsy and began massaging her breasts. They were truly magnificent. So soft and supple. Even better was how much Calypso seemed to enjoy it. She would let out some low groans as I worked my hands into her and would in turn quicken her pace with stroking me.

While I may have loved her succulent bosom, I wanted some more vocals from the titaness. I pushed myself forward and reached down, caressing her velvety vulva with my soapy hand.

She bit her lips and let out a slight whimper as my fingers pierced her core. Her head fell back onto my shoulder as she let out a long sigh. Our bodies swayed together in the downfall of the water.

"It's about time you got something out of this," she said while pushing my hand away.

She turned around to face me and squatted, pressing her butt to her heels. The innocent Calypso was all gone. The face she gave was absolutely succubine. Her deep dark eyes lewdly gazed up at me. Her golden brown hair clung to her soaked body. A succulent smile danced on her lips.

Without a word, she opened her mouth and slid my shaft down her throat, staring me in the eyes as she did. She held it there for a moment before slowly pulling me back out. As she pulled off, her tongue stuck out, tapping the flesh as she moved along. I realized with a start that she was experimenting. She wanted to know what got me off, what felt best for me.

She hit the jackpot when her tongue rubbed a small spot on the underside of my length. Just where the tip met the shaft, there was a very sensitive nerve, and she knew immediately that she scored as I nearly lost my balance.

A devilish grin worked its way onto her face as she discovered my soft spot. She returned the organ back into her warm mouth, but only the tip. I gulped as she suckled the head of my penis while pressing the tip of her tongue against that special spot, flicking it slightly before swirling her tongue around my head.

Just for extra credit, she took my balls into her hand and massaged them with her delicate fingers. All of those years at the loom must have worked wonders, because she managed to put me on edge quickly. For nearly ten minutes, I panted and groaned from her actions. I had to press my hands against the walls of the shower to keep my balance.

There was no way I was going to last. And her sultry expression, ugh! I could bear it. As gently as I could, I pushed her head off of me with a shaky hand.

"Please," I quietly begged, "Stop."

She pouted. "You didn't like it?"

"It's not that," I panted, "There's just no way I'm gonna last with how good that feels. And right now, I really want to get to the next part."

Her pupils dilated, nearly turning her eyes completely black. She bit her lips and stood up, scraping her nails up my torso as she went. Once she was fully standing, she backed up until she was nestled in a corner of the shower. For a moment, I thought she was scared and backing out. Those thoughts were dashed when she gave me a lascivious glare and started rubbing her hands along her body and playfully biting her own fingers.

"Then come and get me, Master. I'm all yours."

Oh, those words. Never tell me those words. I rushed forward and forced myself against her lean body. Taking a fistful of hair into my hand, I roughly kissed her. A small squeal escaped her as I picked up her leg and brushed the tip of my erection against her soaking folds.

Her half lidded expression told me exactly what she wanted. No more teasing. No more foreplay. Just the most carnal acts possible.

With a soft growl, I pushed myself deep into her welcoming crevice. As slick as she was, it took very little effort on my part to bury myself deep inside of her. Her quivering muscles soon relaxed around me, letting me begin a steady thrusting motion.

Soon the room was filled with the sounds of water crashing on the floor and skin crashing against skin. I took Calypso gently at first, but they way her hips bucked in response to my thrusts drove me to move harder.

She clung to me tightly, gripping my shoulders and driving her nails into my skin. Her teeth were gritted and her small whimpers were lost in the maelstrom of shower water. A familiar musky scent permeated the room, driving me on to pleasure her.

With her body elevated against the wall, I drove my head down and captured her breast in my mouth. Her gasp was melodic, though concerning.

"Should I slow down?"

"No! Please, don't you dare slow down!"

I needed to get her off as intensely as I could. My own release was coming very soon. How could I push her overboard?... That's it!

Lowering her a bit, I drove my fingers into the soft spots along her pelvis. A drawn out groan told me this was going to work. Her legs tightly wrapped around my waist to pull me closer as I pounded into her. She just made this much easier.

Leaning in against her ear, I huskily whispered. "Do you want to cum? Do you want to experience the same pleasure as before?"

She shuddered out. "Gods, yes. My insides are churning. I'm so close. Please don't stop!"

Quite the opposite, I sped up. My muscles groaned and screamed for me to stop, but I was not going to hold back on giving Calypso the pleasure she craved. Her sopping slit spasmed around me as my length was driven in and out. She emitted a shriek of pleasure and wrapped her arms tightly around my back. Her face was driven into my shoulder, allowing me to finally get to the target I desired.

Her ear. A small spot, just before the top of where her ear curved. That was where she was most sensitive from what I could tell. With one last ditch effort, I quickly latched my mouth onto that spot and nibbled, praying that I could hold out long enough to get her off.

"Percyyyy!"

Her scream nearly deafened me. My work was finally complete. Her body convulsed in waves, each one nearly throwing her out of my arms, but I held her tightly. A strangled choking sound echoed through the room as she quivered around me, finally granting me the release I so desperately needed.

With a final grunt, I buried myself as deep as I could go before shooting my load into her womb. My throbbing erection pulsed as I released a healthy does of semen into my lover.

Exhausted from the exertion, I pulled back from Calypso and we both collapsed against the walls of the shower. Heavy droplets, now cold from how long the shower had been running, splashed my face. Not even they could wash away my drowsiness. One look at Calypso and I could tell she was done in. A small, white rivulet dripped from her nether regions, only to be washed away by the cold water.

I pulled myself to my feet and turned off the showerhead. To the best of my abilities, I hauled Calypso off of the floor and we both struggled to stay standing.

"If that was a dream," she said, "I don't want to wake up."

I tried to laugh, but the effort made me light headed. Willing us both dry nearly had me drop dead on the floor, but we managed to make it to the bed. Both of us were too exhausted to care about clothes. Mere seconds passed before we were both tucked under the blankets. My last memory of that moment was when Calypso wrapped her arms around me and pressed her nose between my shoulder blades.

"I love you," she said.

I tried to reply, but exhaustion took me before I could muster a response.