Fire and Ice

CLOP, CLOP, CLOP!

The soft echoes of my heels against the tiles rang throughout the hallways. Too familiar was this walk. Too familiar were the feelings of anxiety. A reverse walk of shame, yet it wasn't shame I felt. Similar, but different.

With nothing more than a cup in hand, I shook. The ice water sloshed and rattled as I failed to keep my hand steady. What once was a comforting sound, now the CLINK, CLINK of ice against glass seemed to match my pulse, which was steadily accelerating.

This isn't your first time doing this. Why are you nervous?

It's my first time doing this with Silena! Plus, I've never done what I'm planning to do!

Oh, you big baby! You both will love it! And it punishes her! It's a win-win!

My conflicting thoughts came to a halt the moment Silena's door stood before me.

Number eight, Rachel said. That can't be right.

Looking back on it, I came to the startling conclusion that she spoke the truth. Piper, Annabeth, Katie, Palírroia, Calypso, Rose, and Thŷella. Now I was to add Silena to that count. In that moment, I realized why Annabeth would speak to me with such disgust, or at least it was my attempt to rationalize it. Most decent men never wind up with even half the body count I racked up. By all accounts, I was a man whore.

With that pleasant thought, I knocked at Silena's door, half hoping she wouldn't reply. Making out was one thing. Sex? Well, sex with someone is entirely different. All barriers are broken, all secrecy removed. At least if it's done right.

"Come in!"

The door wheeled open before me and I took a step through the threshold. I wisely held my breath before entering, because the sight before me left me unable to breathe.

Small candles dimly lit the room in a show of flickering dances. They were clearly homemade, if the lopsided shapes were anything to go by.

Rose petals littered the floor, forming a gentle pink and red path towards the bed.

The bed. Oh, the bed. Or rather, what lay sprawled on the bed. Silena rested on her side, one arm thrown across her hip, the other nestled under her generous bosom. Adorned in the blue and black lingerie from earlier, I could not have asked for a more seductive choice of apparel. Let her keep it, because I don't know how I would react to seeing Annabeth in such an outfit.

"Um." Remember to breathe! "H- hey, Silena."

Her bashful face mirrored my awkward tone. "What do you think?"

No flirting. No coy plays. No efforts to put a blush on my face. Just genuine concern and the hopes that I like what I see. Maybe now I can see why Beckondorf took so long to date her. She was almost too good to be real. You had to play it safe.

I strolled over, delicate flower petals flattening under my step. I swiped a finger against a nearby candle, the soft wax molding beneath my touch. My hand rested on Silena's as I sat on the edge of the bed, though I yearned to move it towards more… sensitive locations.

"I know this sounds cheesy," I said, "but you could be wearing a burlap sack and I would still find you stunning."

She turned away, burying her flared cheeks into her shoulder. Her fingers curled around mine one by one, taking each into her grasp until my knuckles settled against her soft palm.

"So," she said, "what do you have planned for me? Should I-" Her voice cracked. "Should I expect to leave this bed with red marks and bruises?"

I couldn't tell you what broke my heart more. The quiver of her lip; her inability to meet my eyes; the shakiness of her tightening grip. Perhaps it was the dulled acceptance. Long ago, she came to terms with a harsh punishment being dealt to her. Now she feared facing it in mere minutes.

"Only if you ask for it. Though you might end up giving me some ideas if you don't stay silent."

Her lips sealed shut and her face paled. In that moment, I realized just how bad of a tease that was. I raised my hand and lifted hers to my lips. While giving the back of her palm a gentle kiss, I used the condensation of the glass to carry it to an end table.

"I'm not planning on hurting you. But that doesn't mean I won't tease you."

Silena gulped. "So that's my punishment? You're going to tease me until I'm begging for it?"

"In a manner of speaking. The way I'm going to do it is what makes it seem like a punishment."

She tucked her chin to her chest as she eyed me nervously.

"And how exactly are you going to do it?"

"You can find out if you're ready."

Her show of panic didn't go unregistered. I rested my hand on her shoulder, to which she immediately grasped it with her own. She held it there, even going as far as to lean her head and press her cheek against it. Through tightened lips and sealed eyes, she nodded her head. Needless to say, I wasn't convinced.

"Silena, you don't have to do this."

"Yes, I do. For my own sake, I have to be punished. I won't ever forgive myself for my own actions. I can't!"

Her blue eyes shone with fear. She looked at me with a similar fear as the drakon responsible for her death. A predator. A monster.

I pressed a kiss on her forehead. "I'm going to get a towel. When I come back, you can tell me whether or not you're really ready."

"And why do you need a towel?"

But I already left the bed. Her bathroom being so close left the trip very short, but the quick trip allowed me to familiarize myself with her perfume choices. Silena was never one for makeup, choosing not to stand out amongst the crowd. It once even gained the attention of Zoë before they both… died… Regardless, her perfume seemed to mirror that. A single bottle positioned by the faucet of her sink stared back at me. The cursive writing was impossible to make out, but if my memory served me correctly, it was Thierry Mugler Angel.

One spritz into the air confirmed my guess. The thick scent of rich caramel filled my nostrils, making my eyes roll up. She'll be calling to the angels by the time I finish with her. I pocketed the bottle and grabbed a plush towel from the cupboard.

My return trip faced me with a no less nervous Silena, though she attempted to mask it with a look of determination.

"I take it you've made your choice."

She nodded her head. "I'm ready."

"Alright."

I spread out the towel on the bed beside her. "Go ahead and lie down on this."

Rather than questioning me again, she did as I said and laid her back against the towel. Her head rested on a plump pillow, sinking a few inches into the cloud of memory foam.

I leaned in and pressed a kiss to her lips. Her once choppy breaths steadied. Her eyes closed in a look of gentle bliss.

"The safe word is 'Cythera.'"

Her eyes widened, no doubt a show of panic. After all, why would I need to employ a safe word? If only she knew…

With a wave of my hand, the water from the glass surged forward and split into four separate blobs. Each encircled an extremity, be it either an ankle or a wrist, but not before I used them to tug away at her clothes. Why should I settle for rope or handcuffs? They're uncomfortable (I would know). This method was so much easier and much more effective. Not to mention, unique to me.

If this were any other time, I would have marveled at Silena's bare body. Her figure put many to shame. I won't lie when I say I wanted to run my hands all along her supple skin and rub my tongue raw against her. But that would have to come later.

With her movement suddenly restricted and her clothes reduced to nothing, Silena's breath rate spiked. I attempted to calm her by trailing my hand along her body as I made my way toward the end table. It worked a little bit, but her anxiety showed through.

I reached the table and pulled out one of the ice cubes from the glass. The frigid block dripped along my hand, until I decided it shouldn't. In that moment, my hypothesis was proven correct. I could control the state of water, or at least restrict it. For the time being, that's all I needed to do.

I pressed the cube against my wrist. While it definitely sent a shiver down my back, I've certainly dealt with worse conditions during my adventures. I returned it to the glass to join the others and took the whole cup for myself. Silena watched on, her angle preventing her from seeing what I did at the table and what I was about to do.

I stopped halfway down the bed and looked up to Silena. So exposed in her bare glory, she looked ready for the taking. It would be so easy to unleash all sorts of nasty (and nasty *wink wink*) ideas on her. Maybe another time. Or another person. After all, why push all of the more… creative ideas onto only one person?

With a smirk, I took in the perplexed expression on Silena's face as I rolled the ice cube between my fingers. The frozen block dripped down my chin as I pressed it to my lips for one last temperature test. Not too cold. But certainly enough to get a rise out of you.

Silena's eyebrows arched as I brought the cube closer to her, inching it nearer, deliberately taking my time to see her reaction. Her breath hitched as it made contact. The small, isolated sensation was no doubt alien to her. Or at least long forgotten.

I started with her shin. Seemed as good a starting point as any. The nerves weren't overwhelming in amount, so the cool cube should numb her at most. When I shifted around to her calf, her breaths told a different story.

Not once did she attempt to stop me. Not once did she utter the safe word. The frozen block trailed along her lower leg without a single utterance of disapproval. Small trails of cold water marked the path of the cube along her pale skin, with my permission of course.

"Mmm, this doesn't seem like much of a punishment."

I offered a devious smile. "This is only part one."

Her brow furrowed, but she shrugged and leaned her head back into the pillow. I supposed she was going to enjoy it while she still could.

If only she knew…

My hand dipped, taking the never melting ice cube to new places. First her ankle. No real reaction. Her knee. Okay, now we're getting somewhere. Her foot. Getting warmer (hehe). The underside of her foot. Jackpot!

"Oh, fuck," she muttered.

I rubbed the ice cube along the arch of her foot, which craned and flexed in an effort to escape the cold.

"My, my, Silena. I never took you for one to have a dirty mouth."

She pouted furiously. "So says the one rubbing me with ice."

"Hmm, well maybe you still need to cool down a bit."

I shifted around her, crawling onto the bed and spreading her legs by a few inches.

"And how exactly do you propose to do that- ah! Oh, gods!"

Vulnerable points turned up left and right as I glided the ice cube along the inside of her leg. The back of her knee was especially sensitive. Perhaps the best reaction, though, came from her inner thighs.

"Oh, gods," she would mutter, so quiet, you could barely hear her. "Closer. Please, closer."

So desperate was her expression. So sensitive was her skin. The soft muscles shivered and rippled beneath my touch. Her quivering increased as I approached her core. No doubt, she wanted me to put out a special fire there. She would have to wait.

I plucked away the cube to a soft whimper. Silena's once flirty gaze turned to nothing but desperation and pleading.

"So this is how you punish? By teasing us?"

I smiled as I rested the cube on her shoulder. A flick of my hand pulled another cube to me; not by controlling the ice itself, but by controlling the water surrounding it. Yet another hovered to her dry leg. Who said I needed to use my hands to play with her?

"Now you're getting the idea."

I sucked on one cube while rubbing the other along her collarbone. When I was good and cold, I pressed my chilled lips against her neck. Small smacks sounded against her as trailed small kisses along her jugular. Her fingers and toes curled as I approached the underside of her jaw, to which she leaned her head back to give me full access. Her hot exhales made me long to see what a kiss between us would be like, but I restrained myself.

"Someone's enjoying this," I said with a smirk. Still, I continued pressing dainty kisses on her windpipe.

"Gods, yes." She shivered. Whether it was from the frosty kisses or the ice cube dancing along her thigh, teasing her by veering away right before it reached her nether regions, I couldn't tell you.

I pulled away. "Good. Enjoy it while you can. Things will be very different soon."

Her eyes dilated. A small whimper left her lips, but she said nothing.

My hands moved down to her torso. Starting along her flanks, I rubbed the ice cubes up and down, taking in the slight bumps of her rib cage. As I moved lower, her breathing quickened, only to be cut off by an annoyed groan when I pulled away. I teased her, circling the parts she wanted me to touch so desperately.

"What's wrong?" I asked. "I thought you wanted to be punished."

"Yeah, but I was expecting to be spanked or choked or beaten. Not to be tea- ahhh! Yesssss!"

Her eyes rolled up into the back of her head as the floating cube grazed her clit and circled the skin along her pubic bone. Simultaneously, I brought both cubes in my hands to her nipples. The dreamy, albeit shaky smile on her face was one for the books. It almost made pulling away difficult.

"No, no! Please! Put them back!"

"Now why would I do that?"

My hands retrailed her sides, massaging the chilly cubes into her skin.

"P- please. I want to feel it again."

Rather than rubbing her further, I allowed the hovering ice cube to drip onto her vulva. The soft thuds were enough to warrant a round of soft moaning, to which her hips bucked with every drop, but I pulled away just as she got into it.

"Now I see what you mean," she grumbled. "This teasing really is a punishment."

I sucked on both of the cubes in my hands before I was happy with the temperature. With my lips once again reduced to a freezing temperature, I lowered my head against her skin. This time, I aimed for her belly.

"Oh, you have no idea."

I did not settle for kissing her soft belly alone. I happily rubbed her with the cubes while occasionally adding my tongue to the mix, though I made sure to cool it whenever I did.

Her restrained squirming failed to deter me. If anything, I wanted more of it. With her front so adequately iced over, I rolled her onto her stomach, exposing her delectable cheeks.

Calm yourself, Percy. This isn't your first time seeing someone's bare ass, nor will it be your last.

After steadying my own breaths, I willed the last two ice cubes from the cup to join the little soirée. Silena cried out as all five ice cubes made contact with various parts of her anatomy. Be it her legs or her back or her feet, I ensured all spots were given special attention.

I kept one cube in hand for a very special spot. It seemed like a no brainer, but the reaction was worth it. Along her spine, I trailed the block of ice. Her groaning served well in telling me how much it affected her. As did her curling toes and balled fists.

"Oh, gods!"

With every inch of her body having felt the crisp touch of the ice, I pulled away from her, satisfied with my handiwork. She groaned in frustration. When I rolled her back over, she eyed me with an annoyed glare.

"Can you stop with the teasing?"

"Absolutely," I said. "Now we can get to the real punishment."

She gulped with wide eyes. The realization of her treatment not being over finally settled in.

"Do you know why I rubbed you down in ice?"

"Be… because it feels good?"

"No. I did it because it makes your skin so much more sensitive."

Her head turned away as she hunched her shoulders.

"So you are going to beat me… Okay… I'm ready to be punished."

I strolled along the side of the bed and picked up her chin. Her misty eyes looked back with a numbed acceptance.

"I told you, I'm not going to hit you. That doesn't mean I don't have other ideas."

She eyed me fearfully. "Like what?" Her voice quivered.

I leaned in and moved my lips right next to her ear.

"Something hot and messy."

My hands rolled up Silena's hypersensitized belly, eliciting a shiver from her. She tensed her arms in an attempt to wrap them around me, but I held her restraints in place. She groaned out, tears of frustration rolling down her cheeks.

"Do your worst then."

Lips fell on lips as I moved to comfort her for a few seconds more. Only when her breathing steadied and her posture relaxed did I pull away. No margin for error. No time to be coy. Only time to experiment.

I pulled away from the bed and shifted over to the end table. Without giving myself time for hesitation, I reached forward and took hold of one of the misshapen candle blocks. Despite its soft wax, most of the candle remained intact. Small breezes and breaths threatened to blow out the flame, but it continued dancing on, flickering above my new instrument of choice.

All attention returned to Silena when a very audible gulp sounded out. Pale in the face and eyes wide, she looked on with a newfound fear.

"So that's my punishment?"

It took all of my willpower to not release her of her bonds. So easy would it have been to let her go and ravage her as I have to the others. In both of our states, I doubted she would hold back, especially after the ice treatment. Surely, she would want some payback.

"Don't forget the safe word if it becomes too much."

Not a word passed between us when I moved the candle over her body. Fearful glances, yes. Tensed muscles, of course. But not a word.

DRIP!

Not a word.

DRIP!

Not a word.

DRIP!

"Oh!"

DRIP!

"Ah!"

Small droplets of hot wax painted her skin pale yellow. Seconds rolled into minutes as I continued on, dripping the lustrous fluid which hardened on contact with her smooth skin. I started small, allowing the candle to drizzle along her shins. The first few resulted in her tensing up, but she did not utter a single word. Some particularly warm globules of wax failed to cool on contact, resulting in shrill gasps and strangled cries. They would shift and sway above her flexing muscles, and roll down the sides of her calves and onto the towel.

"Oh, gods!"

Gasps became moans, and moans became cries. After a few excruciatingly long minutes, every drop resulted in a vocal response. I tested locations slowly, taking my time to ensure not only if it resulted in a decent reaction, but also to remain cautious of her safety. It was a punishment, but I didn't want to hurt Silena.

A drip on her knee.

"Oh!"

A small shower along her thigh.

"Oh, gods!"

A sprinkling on her waist.

"Fuck!"

Only when I realized her vocalities were going to continue and increase in scale did I pull the candle away. Wax coated her lower body, be it in small dots or in pale yellow patches half the size of my hand. Yellow may not have been her color, but that didn't make the scene any less alluring.

"Are you done?" she asked. Her lips quivered and her eyes looked fractured. Caught between a fine balance of pain and pleasure, I couldn't blame her for her indecisiveness.

"No. But you're too loud."

"I… I can't help it! You're dropping hot wa— mmmf!"

First, I silenced her with my lips. Next, I silenced her with some ice cubes.

"Suck on those if you feel like crying out. Don't worry about them getting smaller. I can keep that from happening."

She nodded with a newfound lustful fear in her eyes. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked. Far too tempting was it to test out how well she could suck on… other things, but at the moment, another task was at hand.

I returned to her body, a larger pool of wax ready to be dribbled after the pause. But where? Where could I put it?

Silena heaved and moaned as I rubbed along her body, contemplating where I could pour the wax. Wait… heaving…

Why didn't I think of that before?

Careful not to spill any prematurely, I moved the wax over her rising chest. Her eyes went wide as she took notice, her eyes hazy, but still very much alert to the action about to take place.

"Rrrrrhh!"

Her muffled cries barely reached my ears. Still, I realized the slight errors of what I did. I silenced her.

"You don't have to keep them in your mouth if you don't want to. Just in case you need to say the safe word."

She paused, taking my words into consideration, but did not make any attempt to remove them. She only looked to her own chest, then to the candle in my hand, and nodded.

With her full permission, I tilted the block of wax. Its melted crater emptied its contents, raining a stream of wax against her breasts, and anything within the splash zone.

"MMM!"

Silena thrashed in place as the wax molded to her form. Small rivulets dribbled down her ribs and onto the towel. Her eyes twitched, as did her fingers.

For a few seconds, I waited. It was a bold move I pulled. I needed to make sure I didn't go overboard.

Silena lied there on the bed with her chest plastered in a thinning layer of wax. The impression left on the exterior looked like a child's attempt to create boobs out of Play-Doh. Still, my mouth watered for the real things underneath. No doubt entered my mind as I considered how warm they must feel.

Minutes passed, and Silena refused to move. Her eyes glazed over as she shivered in place. Even her jaw went slack, dropping the ice cubes from her mouth.

"Silena," I said, dropping the dom act, "are you okay?"

She nodded, though it was so slight that I half mistook it for part of her shivering. With a newfound concern, I shifted over her to study her face. Far off gaze, check. Slack jawed silent scream, check. Choppy inhales with very few exhales, check.

This is either very good or very bad…

One look between her legs gave the answer. A dark puddle soaked the sheets from her waist to her knees. For a few minutes more, Silena laid there, motionless. I dared not to touch her, not with how sensitive she was at the moment.

"I take it you enjoyed that?"

"Oh, gods, yes," she said as she came to. "Painful, but… ugh!" Her expression morphed into a bashful one in an instant. "Um. Do you think we could try more stuff like that in the future?"

I cocked an eyebrow. "Sounds like someone's a bit of a masochist."

To be completely honest, a massive weight was lifted from my shoulders. I didn't push too far. I didn't severely hurt her. And most importantly, she wasn't being self deprecative.

Her face flushed and she spluttered. "Wha… I mean… yeah, but… I… I also like the tender stuff. I prefer it actually. But that doesn't mean a girl doesn't want to be treated rough every now and then…"

"Well, that's a relief. I guess that prepares you for the next part."

"Next part?"

"Yeah. I mean, I have to clean you up. Plus I think someone earned themselves a nice rubdown after that treatment. Unless of course, you want me to just go…"

"No! No, please! I… I mean… I would really like that. I guess I just wasn't expecting you to go down a tender route with me. After all, I did—"

"Stop it," I said as I sent her restraints back into the cup. "What's done is done. You can't change it. We've all done things we aren't proud of. So instead of complaining about how much you should be punished, why don't you just lay back, relax, and hand me that bottle of baby oil. We can work in more… punishments later."

Call me crazy, but I'm pretty sure the dark spot between her legs got bigger.

"Oh! Well… okay."

Silena's face turned several shades redder as she handed me the bottle.

"Weren't you planning on putting this on already?" I asked as I retrieved a second towel from the bathroom.

"Well… Kind of. I was originally planning on putting it on myself before you got here. I just didn't have the time."

"I see," I said with a smirk. "Well, fortunately, I can take care of that for you."

Oh, how the tables have turned. Silena buried her hands in her face, but peeked through her fingers to keep her gaze on me. If you told me a few days ago that I could reduce Silena to a blushing mess, I would have laughed.

"Now, why don't you lay back down. I'll take care of you."

After a shy nod, she rested her head against the pillow and tucked her hands behind her back.

I stared at the mess I made. All along her body, dried wax mottled her skin like a salamander's spots. Some dots were no bigger than a quarter; then there were some like the dinner plate coating on her breasts. The pale yellow looked horrible. Like a day old bruise which decided to get infected. It had no place marring Silena's image.

Wax broke away like a thin crust as I ran the towel over it. Small dots vanished with no issue, but the larger splotches required some work. Beneath the dried liquid, small red dots pocked along Silena's body. Small burns that, despite Silena declaring she was okay, looked quite painful. Don't even get me started on her chest. Once fair skin turned pink. It was near impossible to tell where her breasts ended and her areolas began.

For the final time that night, I summoned the water to me. No longer for restraint. No longer for punishment. No. Now it was for healing. I dared not to touch her sensitive skin while it was marbled in burns. I let the water do the work, washing over her body and hydrating every red mark. Her legs were hardly altered. Her stomach returned to its original pale form. Her breasts… Well, they became a marvel to look at once again.

Am I objectifying her body? Perhaps. But then again, it went both ways.

"Do you think you could take off your clothes while you rub me down?"

"Is there something in particular you want to see?" I asked with a devious smirk.

"Yes," she said bright blue puppy dog eyes. "Everything."

Given how much I put her through, there was no way I could refuse her request. I indulged her, taking my time to remove my shirt (which happened to be somewhat coated in wax). Next came the socks and shoes.

Silena ogled on, her eyes dimming with a newfound lust as her mouth parted ever wider. Without even needing to lay a finger on her, I managed to reduce Silena to a panting state. She pressed her thighs together in a vain attempt to conceal her arousal, but the dark patch spread beneath her and passed the sides of her legs.

A small line of drool fell from her mouth as I removed my pants. Though under most circumstances, I didn't like people trying to look at me for just my appearance, I found a fresh air of confidence after receiving this very same reaction from the several girls before this. By now, any thoughts of being shy were thrown out the window. After all, even demigods have needs. I'm simply helping Silena with hers.

Silena, the ever so polite lady she is, did not look at the bare parts of my body any longer than she could manage. Rather, she turned her attention to the one part that was still covered. The fact that it was rock hard should be irrelevant, but I have my doubts that she cared.

"Like what you see?"

She nodded with a dumbfounded expression, not really paying attention to the words, but to the person speaking them. Her gaze lingered for a few seconds more before turning to my face, meeting me with a pout and a renewed puppy gaze.

"Please?" she asked in a high pitched whine.

"Not yet."

I leaned down and pressed my lips against hers for a few seconds. She returned it lazily, her mind seeming to be off on another world.

When I pulled away, I unscrewed the top of the baby oil. Turning my attention to a special additive, I pulled the bottle of perfume out of my discarded pants pocket. Two glugs of perfume and a vigorous cycle of shaking the mixture later, I returned to Silena with a very… rich scented rubbing oil.

"Don't you think the smell will be too strong?" Silena asked.

"Well," I said as I straddled her waist, pressing my hands down on her shoulders, "I guess I'll have to turn you on to the point your scent overpowers the perfume."

She visibly shuddered under my touch, and a hitch in her breath proved my words got to her.

With a smile on my face, I pulled off of her as she silently whimpered for me to stay. Not too long after did I deliver her request in a far grander fashion than she hoped.

"It's cold," she whined as I squirted a line of oil along her legs.

"Then let me warm you up."

Silena let out a soft coo as I rubbed my hands along her legs. Every inch was touched, every parcel of skin slathered in the scented oil.

"Oh, Percy," she whispered.

My hands trailed upwards, rubbing her thighs, which trembled beneath my fingers. I kneaded with firm strokes, allowing my calloused hands to be put to use. Rough skin fell on soft as her thighs molded beneath me. I dared not to raise her leg. There's no telling what either of us would do if given an opening. For the time being, I wanted to draw out her massage.

When I was certain her legs were thoroughly oiled, I moved upwards once again. A drizzle of oil cooled her torso just as wax had burned it seemingly minutes prior. Shameless hands massaged her belly, pressing and swirling her soft flesh. Yet the softest part lay with her breasts. Her breasts… Oh how I wished I could use her as a pillow for the rest of time. Warm within, but cool on contact. Excess flesh spilled between my fingers as I took them in hand, spreading the oils and the scent everywhere I touched. I lingered there for perhaps a bit too long before I decided to move on.

Her thin arms came next. Quick and easy. Her soft muscles were as much a delight as the rest of her. As I came to a finish with massaging her palm, I raised her arms to kiss her knuckles. A small giggle followed her gentle moan.

"Roll over for me."

Silena complied with a smile. As she turned over, she glanced back with a seductive gaze, gently biting her rosy lower lip.

"Lay your head down."

Again, not a word. Only silently excited compliance.

I shifted her mane of dark hair aside and began with her neck. Dribbling small traces of the scented oil along her shoulder blades. She swayed her head in tandem with my motions, moaning and groaning as I dug my fingers deep into her neck muscles.

"I think you missed your calling when you took up sword fighting. Those hands are put to much better use giving rubdowns."

I concealed the smirk on my lips. "Maybe. But if I never took up sword fighting, you wouldn't be here right now, and I'd be massaging someone else."

"Mmm. I guess you're right. Just don't let this talent go to waste."

"That would require a willing participant."

"Consider me willing then. And I won't mind reciprocating, if you know what I mean."

She let out a shrill gasp as I poured a cool stream along her spine, mirroring the path of the ice cube from before. Her shoulders and back fell under my fingers' control. Every sway, every flex, every shiver; all of it, controlled by my hands. Her tapered waist fell victim to my touch, trembling beneath it, only to relax as I squeezed. And down I went.

My fingers raced down her hips, taking extra care to avoid oiling the curvaceous cheeks affixed to Silena's backside. The back of her thighs rippled and relaxed with every stroke of my fingers. Silena let out soft moans into her pillow as my hands worked, kneading at the pillow as though she were trying to massage it just as I did to her.

Her slender calves tensed on contact with the cold oils, but when introduced to my rough hands, softened beneath me like tenderized meat beneath a butcher's mallet. Her dainty ankles required little work, what with the few muscles for me to coax.

Her small feet curled and flexed with my touch. I took extra care to give them my fullest attention, pressing my thumb into her arches and circling the soft skin. Every toe felt my touch, each one twisted and rubbed with the utmost care.

My attention returned to the one place yet to feel my hands. On, how her round cheeks teased me invitingly. The bubbly flesh jiggled with every movement. So soft and delicate, yet so easy to bring my hand down on.

But I dare not. Never could I bring myself to spank or slap Silena without Khione's mangled form invading my thoughts. No more harsh treatment. No more beatings. Only tender caresses and gentle squeezing for her lovely derriere.

"Oh!" Silena cried out as I drizzled the last part of her exposed body in the slippery liquid.

My thoughts strayed from my head, no longer coherent as I took her delectable cheeks into my hands. Soft flesh spilled between my fingers as I squeezed and slathered. Every shift of my fingers rippled along her butt; the firm and the soft coming together in perfect harmony.

Silena raised her hips to meet me, driving her plump cheeks further into my hands. Before long, she was on her knees, still angling herself downward to keep her chest pressed firmly into the bed. She looked back with desperation clear on her face.

"Please," she said, wiggling her hips.

No further request was needed. Her plea as clear as day; the evidence staining the sheets.

I ran my hands down the figure of her hips, wrapping them loosely along the top of her thighs. Curious fingers, tired of squeezing, longed for a new type of massage. I took in a great whiff, my plan evidently coming to fruition. Though the smells of patchouli, red berries, and caramel were evident, a heavier sweet musk filled my nostrils.

Her thighs quivered as I inched my fingers closer, deliberately taking my time to ensure she felt every second pass with a frantic excitement. The pink lips of her vulva gushed with fluids, slicking her better than oils ever could. One brush of my fingers resulted in her thighs being decorated in a fresh coat of liquid.

"Oh, fuck!" Silena cried.

All of the teasing; the ice, the wax, the massage and oils; everything manifested itself into a hypersensitive pussy waiting to be devoured. Though I was half tempted to finger fuck her until she squirted all over me, I couldn't deny how tasty her juicy lips looked.

With my hands locked around her hips, I lowered my face to give her a kiss in the most delicate region of her body.

"Oh!" she cried out with a spasm.

Just one kiss. All it took for me to unlock a need to feast was one kiss.

I dragged her to the edge of the bed, causing her to yelp. With her knees planted on the edge, and her body arched downward, I ordered Silena to shake her ass.

"Like this?"

"Good girl."

My meal swayed back and forth, teasing me to indulge myself. Take her. Take her like a bitch in heat. Mount her like a wolf and barrel into her juicy cunt until no doubt remain of her belly swelling in the next few months. Perhaps it was the pheromones she put off. I can't deny, I felt the same urges with Piper; to make her bloat with future generations of the Jackson name.

Daughters of Aphrodite must share that trait. After all, the scent of smell is perhaps the most powerful.

Yet, with all of my raging hormones demanding for me to start "spreading my influence," I vanquished those thoughts with one word. Parenthood.

No doubt, the prospect of parenthood was exciting. All too visceral now, given the circumstances. But still, I wasn't prepared for that journey. Not by a long shot. Perhaps a few years down the line, I could see a little girl dangling from my arms, her eyes as grey as Annabeth's, but with dark hair like my own. Of course, with an eternity to spare, the only deadline I faced was my own readiness and the lifeline of my mother.

Just as quickly as my thoughts strayed, they snapped back to the sight in front of me. Silena did not relent in shaking, causing my mouth to mirror the dripping of her cunt.

"Please, Percy! I'll be a good girl! I'll do whatever you want! Just please, make me scream!"

My hands grasped the back of her thighs, causing her breath to hitch.

"We can't be too loud. As much as I want to hear you scream my name, we can't risk waking everyone up."

In a panicked frenzy, Silena threw her head around to find something, anything that could muffle her moans. The only thing in reach was the towel in front of her. She took it into her mouth, clamping her teeth into it as though she were a dog wrestling with her owner.

"There's a good girl," I said.

My hands shifted inwards, driving closer to her sopping pussy lips. Upon reaching her center, I spread her lips with two fingers, revealing her hot pink interior. "Hot" in multiple ways.

Let's cool her down.

I blew a steady, cool breath from my lips to her hers, a forceful airflow the made her opening quiver.

"Mmm!"

Her muffled moans only increased my hunger. A hunger for her pleasure. A hunger for her body to become mine. I heeded the hunger's call, and pressed my tongue to the pink core.

"Mmmmm!"

Sweet. Overpowering. Musky. An eternity could be spent determining how Silena tasted, much like her half sister before her. In the end, only one thing mattered: lapping every drop of juice that spilled from her tasty snatch.

I let out a primal growl as I drove my tongue into her hot insides. Every ridge of her vagina seemed to ooze more and more fluids with every flick of my tongue. Her lips folded and fluttered as a result, her thighs quivering with as much gusto as her labia. Mere moments passed before she gushed into my mouth with a muffled scream, grasping and clawing at the covers.

Mmm, tasty.

I refused to relent my assault. Even with her increased sensitivity, I continued. My fingers pierced her burning hot center, grazing along her walls until I reached a familiar bundle of nerves. Simple strokes would be enough, but I circled the patch with a firm enthusiasm, licking and sucking up every drop that fell from her snatch. When I was certain she was ready for another high, my meal turned to the lovely little pleasure pearl at the apex of her cunt. Indeed it was tasty. So much in fact that I couldn't help but nibble at it as I sucked. Just a nibble. Delicate and gentle, but oh so necessary.

"Mmmff mmmf mmf mf!"

Silena spasmed with every moan. Twitching. Convulsing. If not for my arm locking both of her knees against the bed, no question remained about where her legs would be. She could only whimper and scream into her towel as I unleashed my most primal urge against her. To feast. To enjoy every drop of her essence. Become drunk on her scent. Drunk on the very odor of lust that only a daughter of Aphrodite can emit.

Her moans died down as my actions calmed; reduced to choppy breaths into her towel. Her body quavered, held up only by the pleasured paralysis of her shivering knees.

I circled the bed, walking around it to see her face. If she saw me, her face offered no evidence. Her half lidded eyes rolled up into the back of her skull, revealing only the bloodshot whites, appearing both demonic and angelic. The towel caught in her mouth was saturated with drool, soaked to the limit with tears and spit. Yet she dared not to move. Only shivers. Only incoherent gasps for air from a drool coated towel.

For a few minutes longer, she remained still. When the time came for her to move, she turned her head to face me with a blissful smile.

"More, please."

I laughed. "I don't think you can handle any more."

She pressed a finger to her lips. "Well, in that case…"

Quicker than expected, she lunged forward and grasped the hem of my boxer briefs. A hungry smile played on her face as she licked her lips, switching her gaze back and forth between my face and the ever present bulge in my underwear.

"Time to help relieve all of this tension," she said.

No further statements were made as she dragged the last article of clothing down my thighs and passed my knees, letting it drop to my ankles when no further muscles would hold it up. With my erection staring her straight in the face, she held its gaze for a few seconds, her mouth parting with every labored breath. Eyes wide and hands twitching in excitement, Silena stared at the throbbing organ before her, swelled now from going too long without release. Heavy balls pulled down at my scrotum, swaying between my thighs, ready to burst and release their contents on whoever was willing to give them the attention they so desired.

"Gods, Percy," Silena said as she cradled the swollen sack in front of her, "how much teasing did you have to go through to get this pent up?"

"Nnng, you have no idea. I haven't had any release since I was with Calypso two nights ago."

"Mmm, someone's been saving up for me."

She shifted my balls between her tender fingers, using her other hand to stroke the shaft. Ever the one to stay different, she pulled herself forward and pressed her nose to the base of my scrotum, letting my cock rest along the bridge of her nose and forehead. She took a deep breath through her nose, shuddering as she inhaled my scent with rolled up eyes.

"So masculine," she whispered. "Oh, I've needed this."

I ran a hand along her cheek, to which she eyed me with a playful smile. Such a stark contrast to her next words.

"I want you to face fuck me."

I jumped back in a mixture of shock and horror. "What?!"

"Like you so eloquently pointed out earlier, I'm a bit of a masochist. If you won't spank me, you can at least get a little rough in other ways."

I let out a laugh. "So is that what this is all about? You were never trying to get me to punish you because you deserved it; you just wanted me to get rough with you."

"Yes and no. I did feel like I needed to be punished. I still do. But that doesn't mean I don't want you to fuck me like a street whore."

"Oh… Are you sure about this?"

To answer my question, she opened her mouth wide and stuck her tongue out. Once again, bright blue eyes met me with an alluring, albeit innocent, gaze.

I sighed in defeat as I approached her. "Tap on my leg three times if you want me to stop."

Half way… That's all I managed to get in her mouth before she gagged. Though the vibrations of her choking felt fantastic, I still feared for her. On instinct, I pulled away, but she wrapped her arms around my waist to prevent me from moving. A pleading look in her eyes left only one clear message, one implorment mustered through a gagged expression.

Do it.

"I'm sorry."

Whatever restraint I used to hold me back was released. My fingers grabbed her by the hair and locked her head in place. A flash of panic appeared in her eyes. Any and all caution was thrown out the window as I thrust my hips forward. Then again. And again. Before long, I found myself slamming my cock down her throat without mercy.

Silena choked and spluttered, her tongue trying to lick my shaft in vain, though it did provide a moist cushion for my balls to smack against with every thrust. Her eyes rolled up once again, revealing only her scleras to blankly stare out at nothing. Her hands gripped my thighs, driving her nails into the skin, forcing faster thrusts out of me like a stallion kicked with spurred boots.

My throbbing shaft vanished down her gullet with brutal force, bashing in her tonsils as she weakly sucked whatever she could. Drool ran down the sides of her mouth, lubricating me, and allowing me to press further and further until every inch of my cock was buried in her throat. As before, she made no effort to stop me. No effort to hold me back or prevent the brutalization.

Terrible images of how much pain she must be in punctuated every thought as I pounded into her tight throat. Her reasons for wanting this treatment scared me. What if this wasn't enough? What if she actually makes me do something to hurt her?

But then there was the pleasure. Oh, how her muscles constricted around me. Her hot, wet throat massaged me as she swallowed nothing but her own slobber and my precum. Every convulsion, every twitch, every gag sent forth waves of euphoria up my spine, frying my brain's half hearted attempts to slow down and let her breathe.

Only when her eyes gave the illusion of her being unconscious did I pull away. She coughed and spluttered, spraying small bits of drool and precum into the sheets in front of her. Tears ran down her lidded eyes as she gasped for air, but her smile indicated something quite different than a hate for my actions.

"Now fuck me like the whore I am."

Hindsight really is a bitch. If I took even a few seconds to register the falsity of her words, I would have restrained myself. Instead, I screwed up and let the pent up lust from going so long without a climax get the best of me and turn her into the very thing she claimed to be.

"Hands and knees."

She complied and turned around without a word, taking her time to tease me with sauntering hip sways as her voluptuous ass came closer and closer. Her feet hung over the bed, allowing me to mount her all the easier.

I pulled myself into position, locking my grip on her hips as I positioned myself in front of her soaked slit. Just as my tip brushed her folds, I turned my attention to her head. My fingers curled into her silky black locks, taking her hair into my grip until her head was pulled back with it.

She hunched, but made no effort to pull away. Rather, she pushed her hips back, forcing her wet curtain to part and envelope me in her warm embrace. If I could describe her insides with one word; soft. Of course, many before her were soft, but not to this extent. Her vaginal canal wrapped around me like a fleece blanket. Warm, wet, and tight, but so velvety, every thrust seemed to mold her insides to the shape of the new intruder.

I withheld a groan as my own eyes rolled up. Torn between the sides of enjoying the tenderness of her wet pussy, which spent the better part of two to three hours warming up for me, or ravaging her insides, ensuring her insides remembered the phallus they belong to. Taking her request into account, guess which side won…

With my grip tightening in her hair, I pulled her head back as I leaned forward to press my lips against her ear. My hips pulled back, taking time to allow every ridge of her insides to pull me back in, but never succeeding.

"Be careful what you wish for."

SLAM!

Resolute and steadfast, I thrust my hips forward, wrapping my free arm around her small waist. Heart racing and breath's growing heavier, I knew I wouldn't last long inside of her. Therefore, I needed a way to finish her hard and fast. My free hand trailed down to play with her swollen and throbbing clit, earning a squeal from the beautiful girl in the process.

I continued my assault on the girl, slamming my pelvis against her bouncing ass cheeks while rapidly circling her clit with my fingers. Slapping sounds echoed throughout the room as I pummeled her into submission. Every thrust was met with an enthusiastic squeal or yelp as she shoved her ass back to meet me. I yanked her hair, forcing her to arch her back and cry out as her back was forced to flex in ways previously unknown to her.

"Oh, fuck, Percy!"

Through strangled moans and seraphic cries to Olympus above, she screamed my name. A mantra lost in the throes of pleasure as I barreled into her. Every slam molding her sweet pussy to the shape of me. Every thrust met with a fresh spurt of juices colliding with my stomach and thighs. For too long she went without an orgasm. It seems she overcompensated with what appeared to be an endless stream of them.

"I can't… I can't… get enough!... I can't take anymore!... It hurts too good!"

My assault on her brutalized pussy continued. Every slam bringing me closer to the edge as her delicious cunt squelched around me. Like a lover who kisses their attacker, her soft folds bent to my will, sucking me in and pushing me out simultaneously. Only when I felt the brink of my own release did I change my assault to slow hard thrusts.

"Oh! Oh! Ah!"

She met every thrust with one of her own, driving her hips back to meet the throbbing cock that brutalized her. I released her hair and pressed down on her shoulder blades, forcing her face into the mattress to muffle any further screams. It appears my move proved wise as her next release seemed to be just big enough to finish us both.

"MMMMFFFFF!"

Through my drunken haze, I almost failed to remain conscious. My release, borderline painful, ripped through us both. Hot strings of pearly cum shot deep into her womb as she contracted around me, spraying me with her juices like a lewd fountain.

For a few moments, we both remained motionless. Too tired to move. Too tired to think. We remained their, defeated by the very lust which brought us together. Throbbing and pulsing, my cock remained buried inside of her soft pussy, which quivered from the recent activities. My balls ached from the endless slapping against her vulva.

When the moment passed, we both collapsed onto the bed. Silena regained just enough will to cuddle up to me as I pulled her towards the head of the bed. She rested her sweaty head against my chest, panting short breaths as she attempted to grasp her mind around the recent events. I, too, gasped for air, desperate to catch up on the oxygen expended from the past half hour.

As we both settled in, our breathing steadied. Silena's fingers curled around my sides as she cried happy tears into my chest.

"Thank you," she said, looking up to me, "for making my first time memorable."

… Oh, shit…

"Wait, your first time!?"

She nodded with teary eyes, but her smile never wavered.

"Charlie and I never went this far. Not even close. He was so sweet, but he carried much more traditionalistic views."

"But I could have—"

"That's my punishment. Not to make love with a caring giver, but to be fucked like a street whore in an alleyway."

"That's not right. If I knew it was your first time—"

"I know you would have been more careful. I know you would have taken care of me and been a gentle lover. Trust me, while I definitely want to give this another go in the future, I needed you to do this. To treat me like scum. And despite everything, I still don't think I can trust anyone as much as you."

"Silena…"

I wiped away the tears on her face and pressed a kiss on her nose. For the next few minutes, I cared for her, running my hands through her hair, rubbing her soft back, kissing her shoulder. Though she argued for me to leave without the aftercare, I couldn't bring myself to be so cruel. She deserved it.

"You really are too nice for your own good."

She moaned and mewled as I kissed her neck, rubbing my hands over her soft belly. Her heavy breasts heaved with each breath she took. I couldn't resist, putting them in my mouth for a few minutes.

"Oh!"

I pulled off with a pop.

"If and when the time comes for us to do this again, I refuse to be rough with you. You need to see the tender side of sex for yourself. Also—" I palmed the underside of one of her breasts "—you can guarantee I'll be playing with these more."

She giggled. "You like them?"

"I love them. I love everyone here. You included. So, please, forgive yourself, and move forward. I can't bring myself to push myself on you this harshly again."

She grumbled to herself for a few seconds.

"... Okay. But I wasn't lying about being a bit of a masochist."

"If this was your first time, how would you know that?"

"I didn't… until a few hours ago."

She offered a playful smile and kissed me. Sweet and simple. No tongue. No harsh passion. Just an affectionate kiss, like between two friends reuniting after too long of a separation.

"While I would love for you to stay in bed with me, I'm sure you have somewhere else to be. Plus I still need to take a shower, and something tells me I would learn more about the 'tender side of sex' if I invited you with me."

I grinned. "You know me too well. Alright, I'll get going. Just please take care of yourself. By the way… How bad does it hurt?"

"I'm sore," she said with a shrug. "But I won't lie when I say I like it. And the fact you actually show any concern at all makes me want to take you for another round, but I don't have the energy for that."

"Alright, alright. I was just worried."

"I know." She pecked me on the lips once again. "But you have more important things to deal with. So go ahead and get going."

I returned her kiss with one of my own before climbing out of bed. For a few minutes, I struggled to keep my balance. Getting dressed was a nightmare, much to Silena's amusement. She seemed to enjoy the fact that her clothes were still off, taking extra effort to maintain a seductive pose as I clothed myself. When I was good and ready, I offered Silena a goodnight, to which she blew me a kiss as I walked out the door.

My legs still throbbed from the activities, as did two dangling orbs between my legs. For a few moments, I collected myself. When I heard the shower turn on in Silena's bathroom, I decided on replenishing my strength the best way I knew how.

"I need a drink."

A/N - … So I may have gotten a little carried away. I didn't intend for the chapter to be this long, but I couldn't find myself making it shorter. Trust me, I tried. This is my fourth version of this chapter. Each of the four have different ways in which Percy interacts with Silena, but I found this to be the best balance. Disciplinary and gentle all at once. In my first version, Percy overdid it with the wax and severely hurt her, but I couldn't bring myself to go that far and leave it.

Let this be your public service announcement of the day. When utilizing temperature play, be careful! Check the temperature of the ice and make sure it isn't dry. The same can be said for hot wax. Use soft wax (massage therapy candles work best). Stay away from beeswax! You've been warned.

I appreciate how patient everyone has been. It's been nearly two weeks since my last update, and yet not one person has come asking for one. You've trusted me, and for that, I thank you. I honestly hope this chapter was worth the wait.

On to the challenge. For the few who took it seriously, thank you. For those who didn't, thank you for giving me a good laugh. However, not one person came even close to getting them all correctly. The two closest are SinfulTurtle and avidwriter99. As for the information:

Age - 19

Ethnicity - I'm a serious mutt. Mexican, Spanish, German, Dutch, Filipino, and Cherokee to name a few; because that isn't confusing. On the plus side, I've been told I can make a very convincing Percy Jackson if I let my hair grow out and wear my CHB tee shirt. Just wish my eyes were sea green and not hazel green...

Myers and Briggs Personality - INFP

Favorite Color - Silver

Education Level - Give me two more credits, and I'll be a senior in college. Working my way towards a zoology degree.

Zodiac Sign - Capriquarius (Capricorn and Aquarius cusp)

I realize many of these would be next to impossible to answer, but I couldn't think of another way to occupy you guys while I was busy with this chapter. Once again, I thank you for your patience, but it looks like the Hall of Fame won't be going up for now.

So what were your thoughts on the chapter? In all of my time reading Fanfiction, I've never seen someone utilize temperature play. The closest is when Khione and Leo get together, but it's normally because they cancel each other out. So I hope I gave you guys something you've never seen before. If not, at least I tried.

Let me tell you, with all of the work put into this, I'm pretty sure I've burned myself out. For a solid two hours, I stared at my screen, knowing what I wanted to put, but I couldn't bring myself to write it. I'm guessing I over exhausted myself, but on the plus side, I've finished covering shifts for all of my coworkers. I'm not sure when I'll have my next chapter out (you won't want to miss it when I do), but I'll try my best to keep it under a week this time. First things first, I need to rest. I hope you guys can understand.

I'm not normally a fan of doing this, but I want to give a shoutout to flashlan, who came to me to edit his story that he's currently starting. Go and show him some love, because he has a special treat for you guys when he gets his next update out. I hope I can inspire more people to take up writing. There honestly isn't a better feeling than knowing you're an inspiration. It is a truly humbling experience. Good luck to you, flashlan. I hope you do well.

That will bring this chapter to a close. I hope you guys enjoyed what I had to offer. Leave a review about what you liked or didn't like. Heck, ask me for more personal info if you want (you ask for my credit card or social security number, I will find you... Not really, but please keep it reasonable). Given my deteriorating social circle after high school, I wouldn't mind getting to know everyone on here. At least you already know I'm a bit of a perve… I blame my dad. As always, this is Ronin signing off.