Amazing Grace

If ever there was a time for me to get interrupted, why did it have to be when I was on the way to deflower the virgin daughter of Zeus? No, not that one!

Drachma in hand, I paced the length of the mansion, scouring the rooms, halls, and maybe even the bathrooms in my search for Thalia. Well, at least on the first floor. On my way to the stairs, I found myself intercepted by an unlikely pair.

"There you are!"

Before I could attempt to register who was talking, a sinfully soft pair of breasts squeezed against my back as the person in question hugged me from behind. Combine the giddy affection with the… ahem… voluptuous figure pressed against me, and even I didn't spend much time struggling to figure out who she was.

"Silena, is now really the time…?"

I trailed off as I turned. We weren't alone.

"She has been quite anxious to spend more time with thee. I only wanted to make sure she didn't try anything she would regret before then."

"Oh, please." Silena pulled away from me, licking her lips. "Like you don't want to see what he's really capable of."

Zoë snapped her head away with her arms crossed. A patch of red spread across her cheeks. "Perhaps…"

Silena took hold of my hand and practically yanked me to follow her. "Come on! She won't admit it, but she wouldn't stop talking about what she wants you-"

"Silena!" Zoë surged forward and pinned her against the wall before either of us could blink. "Thou promised-"

"But you need to know what it's like," she whined. "Plus, I need another round as well."

"Listen, both of you." I stepped forward and removed Zoë's hands from Silena, continuing to hold them a few seconds longer as I spoke. "I appreciate it. Seriously. But right now, I have an appointment." I pulled out the silver coin, displaying the image of a lightning bolt.

"Oh," Silena said, her head slumping forward. "Looks like someone beat me to the punch." She lifted her head and narrowed her eyes at Zoë. "You got lucky this time around, but I'm going to make sure you get to experience him."

"I will!" Zoë snapped. "But on my own time. We have only a few days left. Besides, there are others that will struggle to contain their lust far worse than I. I have had my share of pleasures with him." She gave me a bashful smile before turning to leave.

Silena grumbled to herself for a second before turning to me and offering a sly smile. She leaned forward and kissed my cheek. "Don't keep Thalia waiting." Her lips trailed up my cheek to my ear, where she suckled the lobe. "Or me."

With a final peck, she whirled around and hurried after Zoë. After all that, I took a few seconds to process what just happened. From the unlikely friendship to the fact that Silena just tried to work as Zoë's wingman… Things were definitely changing.

Shaking myself back into the real world, I slipped the drachma back in my pocket and headed up the stairs.

Let me tell you, after all of my years, I'd like to think I've picked up some experience dealing with all things weird and absurd. From playing dodgeball with cannibals to fighting the minotaur in his undies, I think I'm pretty well versed. How is it then that I found myself bewildered by what greeted me when I entered a rec room? Thalia was standing by a pool table, spear in hand, arguing with a phoenix about how he was cheating.

"You can't just pick up the ball and drop it in the pocket! You have to hit the cue ball into another… You know what, look. Watch me carefully."

She leaned over the table and lined up her shot, using her spear as a pool cue. Note to self, don't stand behind her when she's playing. Second note to self, never use an uncushioned pool cue to play. A loud CRACK sounded out as the cue ball was launched into another ball and sent it bouncing off the rim of the table.

Cinder let out a series of squawks that sounded suspiciously like laughter.

Thalia gritted her teeth and growled. "Okay then, let's see you do better."

Our handsome feathered friend hopped onto the table and proudly marched behind the cue ball. With a small shuffle, and ruffle of his tail feathers, he bowed his head before the ball and used his beak to nudge it forward. He sunk a striped ball. After a small dance, he repeated his action and sank the eight ball.

Both Thalia and I gaped at the result. Cinder actually beat her. Let me say that again, Thalia lost a game of pool to a bird. I didn't know whether to stare in shock of what I just saw or burst out laughing at Thalia's expression, not that mine was much different, minus the hint of rage.

"I… I… what?" She stared down at her spear in bewilderment, like it had betrayed her. "How?!"

Cinder scurried forward to her and puffed up his chest. The show of cockiness was ruined as he tilted his head curiously, staring at Thalia with his piercing white eyes.

"Ugh, fine!" She reached out and patted him on the head. "Good game."

"That's definitely going in the long term memory banks," I finally said.

Thalia jumped, startling Cinder who squawked and took off to perch on the cue rack.

"Geez, Kelp-for-brains, don't do that!"

I gave her a crooked grin. "At least I'm not the one who lost against a bird."

She pursed her lips and huffed before shaking her head. "You found my gift for you?"

"You could say that," I replied, fishing the drachma from my pocket.

Eyes glittering, she pulled her lips into a smirk and swayed her hip to one side. "What do you say we make a little wager?"

I hesitated, glancing down at the coin and wondering if this whole setup was a trap. If so, I took the bait.

"What kind?"

Her smirk turned wicked. "Simple. Pool. You and me. One game. Winner takes all."

"And what does 'all' consist of?"

"Winner is the one on top."

I narrowed my eyes. "Give me a pool cue."

Note to self, pool is harder than it looks. While I would love to tell you that I managed to smear her on the table with how great I am, maybe even make her lose worse than she did against a bird, I have something to admit. I sucked at playing pool. I could barely hit the cue ball off of my target shots, much less sink any of my balls.

Thalia wasn't any help. At some point in the game, it became an unspoken challenge to tease the other person while they were trying to shoot. Cinder watched on in amusement as I failed to sink shot after shot. At least he didn't understand what we were doing to one another with our wandering hands and hushed whispers. At least… I think he didn't.

By the time we neared the end of the game, we had both touched just about every part of each other's body. I pulled off her jacket early on, revealing a sleeveless black tee shirt with each flank slit from just below the arm hole to the choice of apparel made it all too easy for me to slip my hands beneath the fabric.

Thalia shivered. While my fingers trailed up and down her toned flanks, I nibbled on her neck from behind. Her arms grew shaky, her breaths, labored. As I directed my hands upward, her lack of a certain item became apparent.

"No bra?" I cooed. "You're making this too easy."

"Sh- shut up." Her voice cracked, barely hiding the slightest of moans.

"Tell you what," I said, taking her perky breasts into my palms. "If you make this shot, we'll consider you the winner. If you miss…" I squeezed her tits to finish my point.

Rather than even calling me out for being unfair, she growled in response and took her aim with her cue, hands shaking, eyes lidded, thighs rubbing together.

She didn't stand a chance.

The cue ball bounced off of her target, but that was the extent of her victory. Cinder let out a squawk of laughter and hopped down before Thalia's flushed face. He tilted his head, nuzzled her, chirped, and flew out of an open window, leaving us both alone.

"F-fuck…" Thalia gasped.

I smiled and nibbled her earlobe. Her erect nipples rubbed my palms as I kneaded her tits. Her legs trembled.

"That's the idea."

Literal sparks flew as she tilted her head back so our lips could meet in an electrifyingly passionate kiss. She grasped a handful of my hair to yank me closer, not that there was much closer to get. I, in turn, pulled her body flush against my own, my hands still locked firmly on her breasts.

The second our bodies collided, she ground her ass against my unfortunately clothed groin. Every second that passed did so with a symphony of moans, the occasional spark of electricity serving as the percussion. Round and round, she circled her firm ass into my aching erection. Taunting it. Teasing it to burst from my pants and finally take her for itself.

"You don't know what you're getting into," I croaked.

She trailed her fingers to my chin and brushed her thumb over my lips. A wicked gleam shone in her eyes. Her brows pinched together as her lips pulled back into a challenging grin.

"Then show me."

Growling, I stripped her shirt off, literally tearing it from her body.

"Oh, shit."

Nothing more could be said as I shoved her forward, bending her at the waist, and pinned her on the pool table.

"Careful!" she shrieked, thin tendrils of electricity shooting from her fingers. "The felt is rough!"

"Maybe," I said. "But you wanted it rough."

She went quiet. Perhaps for too long, but I waited nonetheless.

"Well? Are you going to get on with it, or should I start fucking myself with a pool cue?"

With the line of consent firmly crossed laid out, I circled my hand to the front of her waistline and unbuttoned her ripped jeans. Even with her trying to assist me, I only managed to drag them down to her knees before giving up. I already had plenty of access to her muscled thighs and equally built ass. Each of my hands took their fill of her tanned cheeks, her lack of tanline not unlost to me.

"Someone's been spending a lot of time naked under the sun," I jeered. "Trying to give Apollo a show?"

"Eugh, no." She cringed. "He's literally my brother!"

"I recall you calling him hot when we first met him." A shiteating grin plastered across my face.

Her countenance took upon an expression of horror. "That was different! I wasn't… Argh, just fuck me already!"

Tempting as it may have been to take her in that moment, I decided to toy with her for a bit longer. Better to… savor my hard fought victory. One previously asscheek-filled hand roamed lower. As she squirmed beneath me, I brought my fingers to her already moist pussy lips and brushed over them. Then again. And again.

"F-fuck…" she moaned out, her legs shivering with every pass of my fingers. A spark flew from her cunt to my fingertips. Despite the ache stretching to my wrist, I continued on, and plunged a single finger into her charged depths.

She groaned. I didn't go that deep. Not that it would have been too difficult, given how greedily her moist cunt sucked in my finger, but because the deeper I went, the more electrical discharge she let off. By the time I could graze her g-spot, a solid blast of lightning stuck me in the chest. Not enough to send me flying back, but more than enough to lock up much of my arms and hands.

"I… I can't…"

Unfortunately, my fingers were still pressed to her g-spot, and my feeble efforts to pull away only resulted in me brushing it more.

A lilted scream escaped her lips. Arcs of electricity followed, many shooting from her eyes and mouth. Most struck various metal objects and light fixtures. The rest charred the pool table and nearby furniture. Of all the smells I've encountered during sex, electrical burns was a new one. Fortunately, none of the additional bolts arced towards me.

Thalia collapsed on the charred fabric and panted. Shivering, tried to wiggle her hips, but her efforts were so laughable that I didn't dare press forward; mostly to protect myself from another electrical storm.

On the positive side of things, I regained enough control of my muscles to pull my finger out from her. The moment she started whimpering, I braced myself for another shock. It never came. I pressed my hands to her hips and rubbed her flank.

"Are you okay?"

She twitched. "I… I think so… Just give me a second."

So I did. For a few minutes longer, I rubbed her sides and lower back. "What was that?"

"I… I don't know exactly." She turned her head back. "I've came a few times, but this was…"

"Electrifying?" I somehow said with a straight face.

She tried slapping me, but her arc was way off, so she settled for a death stare. "I can't believe you're the one I have to spend eternity with."

I offered a crooked grin. "You know you love me."

"And you're gods damned lucky because of it." She pulled herself up, resting her hands on the small portions of uncharred felt. "So, should we pick up where we left off?"

"I don't know," I said, running my hand down her hip to rub her thigh. "Are you going to turn me into barbeque if we do?"

"I… That's not fair," she sulked. "Not even I expected that to happen."

A slight smile cracked my lips. "I'm just teasing. Seriously though, are you okay?"

"I think so. Definitely more drained than earlier. So, if you would be so kind?" She ground her ass once more into my crotch.

"As you wish."

As I moved my hand to cup her vulva, she jerked her hips to the side.

"No fingers. Let's get to the main event."

If she wants it, there's no point in delaying it any longer.

I braced myself, half debating if I should stuff a rolled up towel in my mouth just in case she shorted out again. However, I collected my bearings and removed my pants. Fortunately, she wasn't facing me. There's no telling what she would say if she saw how much my dick was straining to get inside of her. Of course, that wouldn't be an issue for much longer.

My hands parted her muscled cheeks. I nudged her with my foot to widen her stance. Tanned, taut, and delicious, her ass hardly even rippled as I wedged my dick in the valley between her glutes. For a few seconds, I relished the sight before sliding over her vulva and coating my dick in the dewy juices dribbling from her pussy. One breath later, I slid inside of her.

"Fuck," Thalia drolled.

I wasn't quite sure what to expect. Half of me debated if this would be like sticking my finger into an electrical socket.

I couldn't have been more wrong.

Warm. Wet. Silky. Tight. Oh, by the gods, she was tight. The way her rippling walls wrapped around my cock nearly made me blow my load right on the spot. For both of our sakes (more mine than hers), I took a breather to control that urge.

"Get… going," she gasped.

Despite her cocky exterior, she shivered under my touch. Her abdomen quivered in my grip. Soft whimpers escaped her lips. Sweat already dotted the back of her neck.

I leaned forward and nuzzled her ear. My tongue flicked out to tease the skin behind it. "And now we find out who the superior Olympian is."

She wanted to fight back. The way her muscles tensed, the grunt of disapproval, the sudden smell of ozone in the air. All of it pointed to her about to turn the tables on me. And all of those thoughts turned to mush the moment I pulled back and slammed myself back inside of her.

"Fuck!"

So tight. So wet. I couldn't settle for only one thrust. No. I pulled back, and slammed into her again. And again. And again. Soon, my hips were moving with a mind of their own. My brain was simply along for the ride. The rest of me took advantage of her stake, likely spurred on by whatever made her moan louder.

My hands roamed her lean body, shimmering in sweat. They trailed her flanks, cupped her breasts, pinched her nipples, roamed her back… I lost track of where they went. All of my focus was diverted to making sure I didn't lose myself inside of her too quickly. By the time I realized what my hands were doing, one of them was wrapped tightly around her throat with two fingers in her drooling mouth. The other was clenching her gothic pixie cut in a fist. Both yanked her back, forcing her back to arch beautifully as she cried out in pleasure.

"Harder!" she screamed, though I could barely understand what she was saying through my fingers. "Harder!"

My hips complied. Our bodies bashed together over and over again in a cacophony of slapping skin and desperate desire. Bruises dotted our thighs as I twisted her head back into an aggressive kiss.

Just like her pussy, the kiss was wet and messy. The way her eyes glazed over spurred me to try and become more aggressive with my thrusting, and even more so with my kiss. If only that was all she wanted from me.

"Spank me!"

I almost froze. My lips pulled away from hers so that I could properly hear her.

"What?"

"Spank me!" she growled.

Before my very eyes, I watched her appearance change. Electric blue eyes darkened to brown. Once short hair grew into a voluminous ebony mane. The charred felt recast itself upon my sight into dark stone, the small green splotches remaining adopting a mossy masquerade, the glossy yellow pool balls melting, spreading across the surface of the dungeon floor, plastic turned to ichor. Tanned flesh paled until, before my eyes, I could no longer see Thalia. No. Before me was the visage of the goddess I'd beaten half to death.

I shook my head in utter disbelief to what I was seeing. "No," I muttered under my breath. "I can't."

"Spank me!"

"No!"

I pulled away. In my shocked state, I fell back on my ass and pushed myself as far from her as I could. The haunting image of Khione stared back at me, her face still distorted from my abuse.

No. I couldn't look. Couldn't dare look upon her face anymore. In my half delirious state, I found myself huddled on the couch, near sobbing to myself as I shivered, the image of Khione still branded into my memory.

"Percy?"

A voice, Thalia's voice, called to me. A gentle hand took my own and pulled it away from my face. I shivered, hesitated, but ultimately relented to gaze upon the concerned expression of Thalia Grace.

"Are you okay?"

Those bright blue eyes seemed to pull me into them, making me feel like I was soaring above Olympus itself, nestled in the soft embrace of the clouds, wrapped in the comforting blanket of an endless sky. Then I was pulled back into the real world the moment I realized she was straddling my waist with her hands on my cheeks and her forehead pressed against mine.

"Want to talk about it?"

"I can't do it," I croaked. "Please don't make me do that again."

"I… I just wanted to talk—"

"Not that. Spanking. It's just… after Khione… I… I can't…"

And then I broke down, right in front of the daughter of Zeus. She didn't say anything. Didn't move. She simply held me in place as I let my tears run and run until my ducts could offer no more.

When a soft pair of lips pressed to my forehead, I glanced up once more. Her usually cocky grin was filled with naught but a flood of mirth with perhaps a touch of amusement.

"We can try it again at a later time, but it looks like you'll need to make peace with some pretty nasty demons before then."

My shoulders slumped. "Please don't…"

"I want what I want, and nothing's going to change that. Let me be clear, I'm not going to force you, but I am going to make sure you get past this. You could do it before. You can do it again."

I shook my head. "You don't get it."

"I do. You forget, I was there. I watched you. I watched her. I may not know exactly what's going on in your head, but I do know that I'm not resting until you're better."

This was her. This was Thalia Grace. Though at times, we may want to kill each other. At others, we try to outperform the other. When it came down to it though, we stood by the other. We knew it. We never said it, never acknowledged it, but we knew it all the same.

"Thank you," I whispered.

Before I knew it, the words were out of my mouth. I couldn't stop them. I wouldn't have even if I could. "There's one mistress position left. It's yours if you want it."

Wide eyes met my own as she clasped her fingers around my neck, her mouth agape. "You're not in the right state of mind to talk about that."

"Aren't I? Even if not, who else would I pick? Honestly?"

She went quiet, as if contemplating her decision. "Rey—"

"She already refused. Who else? Zoë? Silena? Tempting as they may be, I'm already sharing a bed with their sisters. Even Zoë already pointed that out.

"Of course, there's Rachel, but while I may personally want to keep her close, she doesn't have the experience in leading that you do. You've already led a group of women. You've already proven yourself as a leader. You have a level head."

I paused for a moment, making sure my thoughts were truly as clear as I wanted to believe they were.

"But most of all, I trust you. You're damn near the best friend I've had over these past couple of years. Sure, we may not be perfect, but I know we can— mmf!"

She kissed me. Long and deep, she held that kiss and pulled our naked bodies flush with each other. By the time she pulled away, I was damn near seeing three of her.

"I told you I suck with this romantic crap. So please, if I say yes, never do that again."

"If?" I tried for a smile, my tone hopeful.

"Oh, shut up." She returned the smile and let our lips linger together for a few moments longer. She moaned, as did I, while running her fingers through my hair. The occasional spark shot from her body, but thankfully missed me every time.

"Is that a yes?"

She sighed in exasperation. "Yes, Kelp Head, it's a yes. Now, do me a favor and relax. I don't want my first time being spent with you all mopey."

I offered her a bashful smile, but nodded.

She huffed, a slight grin stretching across her lips. "Now, why don't you let me take the lead from here?"

In my sorry state of mind, I didn't dare refuse her. What once was hard and fast turned into slow and… not quite gentle, but not too far off either. We both still had our lusts to slake, and being gentle with one another simply wouldn't cut it. Her fingers laced behind my head as she pulled my forehead against hers. Our eyes locked on the other, unyielding, seemingly oblivious to the pleasure flowing through our loins.

Her hips rolled over mine, bouncing with subdued freneticism. Supple breasts mashed against my chest. Soft lips met my own.

Only when her fingers started trailing down my spine did I really take notice. A shiver passed through my body. Though I tried to maintain eye contact, they sealed shut of their own accord, if only for a few seconds.

That's all it took.

Pop.

My nerves set ablaze. My muscles contracted unwillingly. My eyes shot open and took in her vexatious grin.

Pop!

Once more, a spark popped along my spine, trailing lower and lower as her hand went. Wider and wider, my eyes popped open. The realization set upon me. What once was a fire to be tamed turned into an oncoming wave, an avalanche of pent up lust, ready to come crashing down with the slightest push.

"Thalia…"

"It's okay. Just let go."

POP!

Right at the base of my spine, she let the final spark loose. That's all it took for me to lose myself in the raptures of the aforementioned avalanche. My muscles spasmed as I locked my limbs around her. My hips pulsed forward. My balls contracted, and rope after endless rope of semen spilled into her blissful cunt.

For several moments, I didn't dare move. I just held her, and she held me. Foreheads pressed together, we couldn't even spare enough breath for a kiss. Not for the first ten minutes anyways. After that though, Zeus himself wouldn't have been able to pull me away from his daughter's lips. As our tongues twisted and toyed with the other, our hands roamed our bodies; mine along her flanks and thighs, hers along my shoulders and back, as if she were making sure there wasn't any permanent damage. Of course, we could only go for so long before the stupid need to breathe won over.

"You cheated," I panted, eyes trying to seem accusatory.

She simply smiled. "You're damned right, I did. And I expect you to punish me for it."

I paled. Once a refreshing sweat cooling down my sweltering body turned into a sheet of ice, trapping me within. Only when she pressed her lips to mine once more did it seem to thaw.

She nuzzled the side of my head. "But first, there's a certain goddess that you need to make peace with."