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Percy hated the fact that his girlfriend was so pretty. It's not the kind of thing anyone would normally bother with, but it freaked him out. Annabeth was too beautiful for her own good. Sometimes Percy felt like dressing her up in a robe and burqa, with the only part showing being her eyes — and maybe not even that, because even her eyes could be mesmerizing.

It was an exaggeration on his part, he knew, and not healthy either. But you can't blame him when he's Annabeth Chase's boyfriend and when so many people at camp constantly look at her when she's around, even though they know she's taken.

“Percy, stop it”, she often says. “It’s all in your head. And even if they looked, it wouldn’t change anything, you’re my boyfriend.”

Yeah, good , he thought. Not that he believed Annabeth could care about any of them. He had trusted his life in her hands more times than he could count on his fingers. He trusted her with his eyes closed and his hands still tied behind his back, but he wouldn't trust the boys at the camp even if Cronos came back to life again and his survival depended on them. 

Annabeth was fully aware of how beautiful she was, but the problem was that she didn't know the effect it had on other people. Most of the girls even tried to hide it because they knew that Percy kept an eye on him like a vulture flapping his wings around carrion (okay, bad comparison, but you get the point) and that it wasn't cool to hit on someone's girlfriend, but the boys they were the worst . Percy was sure that they just didn't try something because they knew that Annabeth would never open up to them — and because they knew that Percy was crazy, so they didn't risk it.

He had already accepted that he would start to have gray hair before he turned thirty, that's what you get for spending most of your time trying to prevent someone with ulterior motives from breathing near your extremely attractive girlfriend. 

In more than one situation, Percy had to control himself so as not to drown some stupid kid who had gotten too close to Annabeth or had touched her for too long. Annabeth was very helpful, and these guys took advantage of her goodwill. “Annabeth, can you help me with my armor?” 

“Annabeth, do you want to train with me today?” 

“Annabeth, I'm having trouble understanding this phrase in ancient Greek. Can you help me?” 

“Wow, Annabeth, your hair is really beautiful! Do you have any special trick to make him like that?”

It was that last comment that brought Percy and Annabeth to where they are right now, in his empty cabin, with him ripping her orange camp t-shirt off her body, showing off her black skin that gleams in the dim fountain light and her black bra. of lace that hides the pair of full breasts that are begging for the attention of his tongue. 

Yes, his girlfriend's hair is beautiful. And yes , she has several hair care rituals to make it beautiful and perfect in a way that drives Percy crazy. But the son of a bitch Connor Stoll didn't need to touch her hair to ask the damn question. 

Percy was near the fire, talking to Leo and other children of Hephaestus, when Connor's proximity began to cross the line of Annabeth's personal space limit. First, it was his hand resting on her shoulder for about two seconds while he let out a loud laugh. Then, he brushed his hand against her arm as she handed him a glass of grape liqueur that Pollux had made for the people to drink during the bonfire party (don't tell Chiron anything).

“Hey, man, did you hear what I said?” 

He turned to Leo, feeling the temperature in his body increase due not only to the alcohol, but also to the anger and discomfort that only grew inside him. Why didn't she push that guy away? Why did she have to be so nice to everyone? Percy knew that Connor liked Annabeth long before he arrived at camp, and that if she and Percy hadn't gotten together, Connor would still be trying to have something with her today. 

“Sorry, I'm a little distracted”, he turned the glass to his mouth, finishing swallowing the rest of the liquor that went burning down his throat. 

“Yeah, I can’t imagine why”, Leo quipped, taking a quick look at the place in the stands where Connor and Annabeth were talking. “Get a grip, man.” 

“I’m fine”, he assured, shrugging his shoulders. 

“Yeah…”

Percy knew that his fame in the camp was not exclusively due to having saved the world several times, but also because he was a jealous boyfriend. And he made no attempt to disguise the murderous look that took over his features in those moments. And there were also rumors... 

Donnie Rugel, son of Aphrodite, mysteriously fell into the lake after a canoeing lesson with Annabeth — where he had spent the entire time pretending he didn't know the right way to hold the oar and always asked for her help, as she had to touch his hands to adjust his fingers. Glória Ferguson, daughter of Ares, wet her pants during the flag hunt the month before last while facing Selma Lines, a super skinny and harmless eleven-year-old girl, daughter of Apollo — after having fought with Annabeth in training the previous day, mounted on her hips after tripping her and remaining in position for too long. Randall Smith, son of Hypnos, received a jet of toilet water in the face while he slept, although there was a detail that he was in the cafeteria at the time of the incident and not in the bathrooms — some would say they heard him moan Annabeth's name during the incident. I don't sleep in a decent way. And also... Anyway, I think you get the point.

Leo spoke to him again about something involving a project to build some automatons that could serve as sparring partners in training, but Chiron discarded the idea after one of the prototypes came out spitting fire at the harpies. He hoped that if Percy supported his idea, the activities director might change the verdict. But Percy had stopped listening, because Connor Stoll was raising a hand and moving it to one of Annabeth's braids. The gray streak. The common lock she shared with Percy after the two had borne Atlas' burden. 

Percy left Leo talking to himself and walked towards the two, his blue plastic cup already crumpled between his fingers. Annabeth spotted him when he was just a few feet away, her eyes widening in warning, as if to say Percy, don't you dare! , but Connor's hand still touching her gray locks was the only thing Percy could focus on at the moment. 

“Wow, Annabeth, your hair is really beautiful! Do you have any special trick to make him like that?”, he heard him saying in a ridiculously interested way.

He climbed the stone steps with firm steps, when Connor saw him, he quickly removed his hand from Annabeth's hair. Percy stood in front of them with his hands in his jeans pockets, his gaze fixed on Connor. 

"Can I steal my girlfriend for a minute?", Percy asked, his tone containing no hint of sympathy. Connor opened his mouth, half in shock, but Annabeth got up from where she was sitting before he could say anything and grabbed Percy's arm, leaving with him. 

“I'll be right back, Connor”, ​​she warned the boy. 

“If it’s up to me, you won’t come back”, Percy grumbled.

When they were further away from everyone, almost at the exit of the amphitheater, Annabeth let go of him, looking at him with her arms crossed and her eyes closed.

“Percy”, she began, “you’re doing it again!”

“Why are you mad?”, he exclaimed, quietly, approaching her. “I’m the one who has reason to be mad here!”

“Connor and I were just talking, there’s no reason for you to be like this.”

Percy, for the most part, thought Annabeth was perfect, but if there was one flaw in her that he hated, it was the fact that she thought everyone at camp just wanted to be her friend — except for her own boyfriend. So, that made her believe in the good intentions — which in reality had nothing good — behind most of the interactions the campers had with her.

“ You were talking. He was flirting”, he countered, frowning.

Annabeth let out a disbelieving laugh.

“You’re overreacting”, she replied.

Percy’s eyes widened, indignant. Maybe it was the alcohol talking for him, or maybe it was just the anger from this conversation piling up with all the others they’d had before, all revolving around the same subject — his “unfounded” jealousy.

“Overreacting?”, he repeated, incredulous. “Oh, yes, I’m overreacting. ‘Oh, Annabeth...’”, his hand went to her shoulder, running it up and down, slowly and applying pressure as he gave the most forced laugh of his life, “‘Wow, Annabeth...’”, his hand moved down from her shoulder and ran his fingertips down her arm. He could feel her skin crawling, which made his blood boil even more at the thought of the possibility that the same reaction had happened when it was Connor touching her. “‘Ah, Annabeth, your hair is so beautiful...’” Just as his hand was about to touch her hair, Annabeth stepped back, her hands rising in surrender.

“Okay, I get it!”, she said. “Connor and I are just friends, we grew up together. This kind of intimacy is normal.”

“Then tell him you’re just friends, because I don’t think he knows that yet!”

A sparkle crossed her eyes, where they reflected the orange and yellow flames of the bonfire, high and agitated, probably influenced by Percy’s mood. She was finding him funny.

Percy really hated the fact that his girlfriend was so beautiful. Because he could never stay mad at her for long, and that was unfair. There should be confrontations in a relationship sometimes, right? It was normal, it gives more maturity and experience.

But how can he mature their relationship when all it takes is a look from her and a simple smile from the corner of her mouth for her to dismantle him completely and make him forget the reason for their fights?

And, damn, she looked so hot tonight in her typical camp shirt, the beaded necklace resting on her slender neck, wearing denim shorts, even with the cold night, showing off her strong thighs and toned calves, and wearing brown hunting boots with white socks. Her hair, tied in thick, curly braids, swayed every time she moved the slightest, making Percy want to grab them to keep them still in place because they were distracting him — preferably with them tied around his fist.

He blinked hard, surprised by his own thoughts. Now was not the time for this, he should be angry and not excited. 

His voice was a deeper tone when he said: "That's really not funny, Annabeth." 

"It’s a little funny", she mocked. 

Percy pressed his lips together and shook his head. He would love to believe that it was living with him that had made her so impertinent, but she had always known how to tease him with simple, short phrases since they were children. She loved to get on his nerves, and she did it easily because he almost never knew how to fight back. She was the only person with the talent to make him lose access to his extensive vocabulary of teasing. 

"Percy", she came back to him, lifting her face to look him in the eyes, the lemon scent of the soap she uses in the shower invading his nose, making his concentration even more difficult, "there's no need to worry. We’ve talked about this a thousand times.” Her hand rested on his chest, fiddling with the camp symbol on his shirt. “ You’re my boyfriend.” She straightened her body until her mouth brushed against his, her warm grape breath pushing against his face, seeming to have an even more alcoholic effect on Percy. “I love you , only you.” She confided in a whisper, her nose touching his. Percy ran the tip of his nose over her cheek, inhaling her scent like it was a drug he needed to keep from going through withdrawal, his gaze never leaving hers. “Only you have me.” She planted an open-mouthed kiss on the corner of his mouth, her tongue trailing and brushing against his lips. “Only you can feel me.” 

Percy’s hand came to rest on her waist, his fingers sinking into the layer of fabric that was the only thing keeping his palm from coming into contact with her skin. His blood flowed through his body and down, pumping in a place that shouldn't be pumped when one is in public.

“Annabeth...”, he sighed. “I'm trying to be serious... and you're just making things harder.”

“You're the one who's making things harder.” Now, both her hands were on his chest and moving up his shoulders, until her arms ended up hugging his neck. “Instead of arguing about Connor, we could be doing something much more fun.” She lowered her kisses to his jaw. Percy groaned, addicted to the sensations her touches gave him. “Something only you know how to give me.” She stood on her tiptoes, stretching until her mouth was against his ear and she could whisper, with him feeling the movement of her lips with each word. “Something in your cabin.” 

That was enough for Percy's other hand to slip into the braids at the nape of her neck and pull her towards him, closing any distance that separated them. His mouth closed over hers greedily, desire bubbling from every pore. His tongue invaded her mouth, licking and exploring. Percy sucked on her lower lip as she moaned, digging her nails into his bicep, hidden under the shirt that was twice the size of when he arrived at camp.

He was now taller, stronger and older. The experience came gradually, along with the curiosity caused by the teenage hormones of getting to know each other's bodies, of trying to understand what the other liked and what could give them pleasure. Percy learned to master this art very well. He loved spending hours exploring Annabeth's body, discovering new points of stimulation, eliciting moans and gasps that practically came out of her mouth. 

He knew what she liked, what made her feel good. 

But it turns out that Annabeth didn't need to do much to get him off track, all it took was a specific touch, a few phrases whispered in his ear, a more intense kiss, to turn him on and make him stop thinking and stop thinking about anyone else but her. Percy Jackson didn't have many weaknesses, but if there was anyone who knew how to disarm him without having to shed a drop of sweat, it was her. 

When she raised her knee, pressing it against his groin, Percy groaned into her mouth, understanding that they had to get out of there as soon as possible or Annabeth would seriously risk being fucked in front of all the campers. But Percy wouldn't give them that pleasure, a vision of Annabeth with nothing covering her but his body claiming her. This was the kind of vision only he could have.

"Let’s go", he pulled away from her mouth long enough to gasp. She tried to pull him back by the sleeve of his shirt, brushing her lips against his with a mischievous smile. " Now. " Percy grabbed her chin to make himself understood, studying her face, noticing her eyes dilated in the firelight and her lips moist and swollen from the kiss. His cock twitched inside his pants, which were getting too tight for him.

With both hands on her waist, Percy turned her toward the exit of the amphitheater, walking with her against his body stumbling and listening to her laughter. She was loving it, seeing him so out of control like that.

“I need to say goodbye to Connor”, she gasped halfway through, receiving a bite in the space between her shoulder and neck, Percy’s nose dragging over her warm skin, inhaling her citrus scent.

He growled with his mouth still on her at the mention of her name, his teeth applying a little more force to the bite, but without drawing blood. Annabeth clung to his arms that held her when he slid his tongue over the new mark, trying to contain a moan.

“Annabeth”, Percy said, with one of his hands going down her shorts until they rested on her soft, firm thighs, his fingers squeezing hard and making her shiver, “you have more important things to do right now than say goodbye to your friend .”

He made sure to emphasize the last word, because that was what Connor was and would never stop being — just a friend . Percy was Annabeth's boyfriend, he was the one she loved, he was the one who knew what it felt like to have her all to himself, he was the one with whom her kiss fit perfectly and he was the one with whom she would spend the entire night and all the others that were yet to come. And it would continue to be that way until the day Annabeth herself turned to Percy and said she was tired of him, because that was the only way he would let her leave his life. But as long as she still wanted him, Percy would do anything to keep her close.

The trip to the Poseidon cabin was filled with kisses, attempts to hide from campers and counselors who appeared along the way, and almost falling. When they entered the cabin, Percy pushed Annabeth against the door, with a hand on the back of her neck to protect her from the impact, and his mouth devoured hers again.

The taste of grapes on her tongue was numbing him, making him feel as if his body was floating in the midst of the desire to make her his. One of her hands went into his shirt, running over his chest and back, squeezing and scratching, Percy's body contracted against hers, the bulge in his pants rubbing against her thigh, eliciting moans from both of them — a guttural one from him and a needy one from her.

Her hands hurriedly reached the hem of her shirt, Annabeth raised her arms, understanding his intention, and Percy removed the piece without ceremony.

"Look at you...", he murmured, touching her bare belly with his fingertips, slowly moving up to the base of her breasts, but without touching them directly. "You're so fucking hot, Wise Girl."

Annabeth was short, but with an athletic body due to years of hard training and deadly missions. Although she could be considered a big girl because of her physique, she was still much smaller than Percy, and that was driving him crazy. With her almost half-naked in front of him, it was difficult to maintain a congruent train of thought that wasn't related to undressing her completely and taking her right there against the door, feeling her thick thighs wrapping around his waist and her strong arms embracing his shoulders.

“What do you want me to do, love?” he asked, focusing his lips on her exposed collarbone, nibbling and giving wet kisses. Her nails sank into the grooves of his abdomen as she let out a long-suffering sigh. He pressed on one of her breasts, finally squeezing, but not with the intensity he knew she liked. Percy wanted to hear her begging, breaking down into gasps and whimpers, all for her own pleasure.

“Percy... you, please...”

“I won’t be able to do anything if you don’t tell me what you want.” One of his hands brushed the cup of her bra, making a move to pull it down. Annabeth arched her spine when Percy hovered his face over hers, trying to kiss him, but his other hand went to her braids, pulling her away from him with a firm tug that made her mouth part. “Answer me, Annabeth,” he lowered his mouth to her chin, smiling as he felt her tremble when he planted an open-mouthed kiss on the area, just as she had done to him in the amphitheater.

“Please, I need... I need you to...”

“Yes?”, he sucked the corner of her jaw hard, pushing her body even further against the door frame.

“I need you to suck me”, she breathed, her nails trailing down his belly and reaching the waistband of his pants, sending shivers down Percy’s spine.

“Where?” he growled, sliding his tongue over her lips, her mouth opening in anticipation of receiving him.

“Anywhere”, Annabeth replied, panting, her hands leaving his body to go to the blond strands of his hair, sinking into the curls in agony. “I just need your mouth on me.”

With that sentence, Percy growled, penetrating his tongue in her mouth in a depraved way while he finally lowered the cup of her bra, releasing her heavy breasts with swollen brown nipples. His fingers sank into her flesh in a torturous grip, Annabeth screamed through the kiss, closing her fingers in his hair.

Wrapping his fist in her braids, Percy pulled Annabeth's face away, a line of saliva that still connected their mouths breaking and falling on her bare bust, which rose and fell erratically due to her ragged breathing. Percy licked his lips, imagining what Annabeth's reaction would be if he made her kneel in front of him and fucked her mouth until he came deep down her throat — exactly like he had done months before, as a birthday present she had given him.

With his thumb dragging over her nipple, he murmured, “I’m going to suck you until I feel you coming apart on my tongue, but then… I’m going to sink right in here”, his nose brushed against her lower lip — he watched her close her eyes and let out soft gasps, probably projecting the images in her mind, “and you’re going to take everything I give you like the good girl I know you are. Then, only then , I’m going to fuck you, do you understand?” 

Annabeth didn’t say anything, just nodded in confirmation, too worried about controlling her own breathing. She opened her eyes when she felt Percy pull her hair again, this time so hard that she bent her head back, leaving her neck practically on display for him, who sank his teeth into her skin, creating more marks that were caressed by the tip of his tongue. 

“Do you understand?”, Percy repeated. 

Annabeth managed to find the voice to reply, “I-I understand.” 

With a laugh that contained no hint of innocence — it was more like a half-immortal spirit overcome with sexual desire — Percy released her body, but Annabeth didn't have time to miss him, because he was soon close to her again, filling his hands with the skin of her buttocks and lifting her up. Annabeth took advantage of the momentum to wrap her legs around his waist, crossing her ankles at the small of his back, and holding onto his neck. 

With one hand on her ass and one arm around her waist, Percy kissed her again as he carried her to his bed, her nails sliding down the back of his neck and his tongue touching hers with great desire. He left her on the mattress without stopping kissing her, his hands going to the clasp of her bra, unbuttoning it with an ease acquired after much practice. Lying between her legs, with his pants and her shorts separating the direct contact of their bodies. He massaged her thighs, taking his time to trace and tighten her warm complexion, marred by a few battle scars.

“Take it off”, she begged during the kiss, tugging at the hem of his shirt. “Please, Percy, take it off...”

At her request, Percy reached behind him and pulled his orange shirt over his head. Now that he was naked from the waist up, Annabeth’s eyes traced every line of his strong body, every well-distributed muscle, broad shoulders, and well-developed chest.

“Fuck”, she whimpered, her hand groping his chest, down his belly and stopping at the height of his pants, where she rubbed her palm over his length, eliciting a hoarse moan from Percy, “you’re so hot.”

Percy smiled, touching her face and bringing her back to his mouth, as his free hand unfastened the button of her shorts and opened the zipper. She wiggled against his hand, which hadn’t even tried to enter yet, and he laughed, stopping kissing her only to tell her: “Don’t rush.”

He trailed kisses from her mouth to the valley between her breasts, his arms went to the bottom of her knees, pulling her against his body until their pelvises were touching, the outline of his cock applying delicious pressure to her covered pussy. Annabeth moaned and Percy felt her hands go to his shoulders, perhaps seeking some kind of support or a way to keep herself in check, who knows.

One thing Percy loved about his bed was that it was perfect for him, it was big enough for him to stretch his feet out while sleeping and still have room left over, but it ended up being too small for both him and Annabeth at the same time. And that made him love his bed even more, because, in order to meet the need for space, their bodies needed to be as tight and close to each other as possible.

The tip of his nose wandered along the line of her chest and he squeezed his eyes shut, trying to imprint the sensation of her scent against his face, to the point that he wouldn't be able to forget it even after she left for the Athena cabin the next morning.

"I'll give you what you want, love", he spread calm kisses on her skin. "I'll give you everything."

And he finally took one of her breasts in his mouth, hearing her let out a loud gasp, her spine jutting out of the bed, arching beneath him.

The first time Percy decided to be a little more daring and try sucking her breasts, it was like discovering that mixing oil and water was totally possible.

Calm down, let him explain. Annabeth couldn't feel pleasure touching her own breasts, and she had tried everything before — massaging, squeezing, pinching — and nothing worked. When she told him that... well, he had to test it. And since then he hasn't stopped.

Let's just say he loved falling face first into her breasts.

There was something very exciting about burying his face between them until he almost suffocated, sucking on the nipples until they swelled and covered them with his saliva, playing with the tips with his tongue, tasting the texture, and pulling with his teeth, and the response that Annabeth's body gave him in return made his cock throb so hard that he almost came before he even entered her.

She paid attention to the other with her hand, holding the nipple between her index finger and thumb, twisting and pinching with a gentleness that, from the sounds she made, Annabeth must have found cruel. Percy's waist undulated, simulating a penetration against Annabeth's shorts, her hands returned to the back of his neck, and she pulled him closer to her body, making him take even more of her breast into his mouth.

"That's it, Percy... yes, just like that... "

Percy groaned, catching her nipple between his teeth and slamming his hips into her vigorously. Annabeth threw her head back, sobbing, her fingers gripping his curls tightly, which made Percy let go of her breast and groan. One of her hands touched his face, holding his cheek and making him look at her. She was a mess — the most beautiful and sexy of all chaos.

Her eyes watering, her mouth half open, her neck with the beaded necklace and her bust bearing traces of bites and saliva, her breasts swaying with the impact of his waist that hadn't stopped hitting her for a second — his hand still massaging her left breast —, her braids spreading over the bed mattress, the gray lock standing out among the dark strands.

Looking at the lock of hair reminded him of Connor touching her half an hour earlier, as if he had some kind of free pass to touch Annabeth whenever he wanted, as if she were his.

Percy stopped moving his hips, Annabeth let out an unsatisfied cry.

“No, Percy! Please… keep going, it felt so good, keep going…”

She tried to swing her waist to make him move, but Percy spread his knees beneath her, leaving his body practically resting on hers and creating even more weight, immobilizing her. Then, with her hands on his head, she tried to bring his mouth back to her breast, but Percy grabbed her arms and pinned them above her head with the help of his left hand. His right hand wrapped around her throat in a light grip, but rough enough to make her breath catch. He brought his mouth close to her ear, where he whispered: “You're getting in my way, Wise Girl.”

Annabeth let out a hoarse moan, trying in vain to lift her hips to create some kind of friction between them.

“I know you want to come, and I’m going to make you come, but I need you to be patient.” He bit her earlobe, sucking it with his lips before letting go. “If you interrupt me again, I won’t give you what you want anymore, I’ll just fuck you with my fingers until I’m empty and then I’ll stop and not do anything else. You don’t want that, do you?”

He noticed her hesitation — maybe thinking that the idea of ​​him having his fingers deep inside her, making her come until she couldn’t anymore, wasn’t so bad after all — but finally she answered, with difficulty because of the hand that was squeezing her throat: “N-no.”

Percy pressed a chaste kiss to her temple, so different from the promiscuous kisses he had given her since then.

“Very well.”

He lifted his hips and slammed down on her pussy, drawing a strangled moan from her lips. He chuckled against her cheek, spreading innocent kisses that had nothing to do with what his covered cock was doing to her throbbing core. 

Without stopping to pound her or hold her arms with one hand, Percy released her throat — Annabeth sucked in air, coughing a little amidst her moans — and covered the breast he had been sucking with his right hand and lowered his mouth to pay attention to her left breast. 

Making sucking noises, Percy sucked it with maddening dedication, his tongue dragging slowly and strongly over the tip, his teeth brushing and biting, sometimes with affection and sometimes with a certain perversity. 

And so it went on for long minutes, with the silence of the sea god's cabin being tainted by wanton moans and sighs of pleasure, the sound of bodies meeting even with the barrier of underwear ringing out without rest. At several moments, Percy had to slow the movements of his hips to prevent Annabeth from reaching the top in her denim shorts.

At one point, with a wet pop, Percy released her breast, now swollen, covered in his saliva, and finally freed her arms from his grip, saying: "Now let's start the part you wanted so much, love."

Annabeth was a little groggy, her eyes almost closed, but upon hearing his announcement, her chest rose with a deep gasp and her eyes shone with latent excitement. Percy felt his cock releasing lubrication inside his underwear, showing that not only was she eager for this, but he was too.

With one last thrust of his hip between her legs, Percy stood up to lie down beside her, pulling her by the chin for a kiss that involved the avid use of a lot of tongue. 

His hand wandered around her neck, playing with the necklace, holding the beads and squeezing until the strings created a pressure on her throat that made her break the kiss in search of air. He let go and she pulled him back to her mouth, biting his lower lip with an urgency that made his cock grow even more inside his pants. He moved his hand down the valley of her breasts, over her belly, and finally reached the beginning of her shorts. 

He pulled his face away just so he could watch her as his hand entered the garment and his fingers began to touch her over the fabric of her panties. Her eyes were tight, her mouth wide open letting out heavy breaths against his, her furrowed and sweaty forehead resting against his. 

“ Percy… ” she moaned, brokenly. “ Gods, Percy… that’s it… ”

Percy sank his fingers into her entrance, the only thing keeping him from penetrating her being her panties — soaked to the bone.

“Is this all for me, love?”

She nodded over and over, desperate.

“Yes, yes, yes… Oh! ”

She arched as he rolled his fingers over her clit. Percy watched her, fascinated by the responses her body produced to his every touch.

She grabbed the bicep of the arm whose hand was inside her shorts, digging her nails there, and laid her face against his shoulder, her eyes closed, breathing hard.

Annabeth was losing what little control she had left.

This was what Percy wanted.

He took his hand out of her shorts and brought it to his lips, offering her two fingers.

“Suck it”, he ordered, his voice hoarse.

Annabeth found the strength to open her dark doe eyes a crack, just to stare at him as her mouth opened to receive his fingers. 

She sucked them with a certain devotion, her lips moving up and down the thick, calloused digits, her hot tongue spreading drool over every inch. Percy had to control the urge to shove his fingers deep into her throat at once, but it was hard to keep his mind clear when Annabeth was so good with her mouth. 

She must have caught something in his gaze, because her head lowered even further until her nose was touching Percy's knuckles and he felt her nails scrape the walls of her throat, her eyes never leaving his. 

"Annabeth…", he breathed against her face, his fist pressing against her mouth with an almost harmless pressure, but it made her gag slightly. 

He pulled his fingers out, now covered in a thick layer of saliva. With her eyes following his every move intently, Percy reached back inside her shorts, and Annabeth's nails scratched the muscle of his arm as his fingers pushed her panties aside and he finally touched her. 

Annabeth stretched her body on the bed and let out a moan that overflowed with pleasure, her legs closing with his hand trapped between them, his thumb touching her swollen bud while the fingers she had licked were rubbed in her folds, mixing her abundant fluids with his saliva. 

A wide smile grew on Percy's face as he rested his nose on her neck, inhaling her lemon scent strongly while speeding up the movements of his hand. 

"You're so wet, Wise Girl...", his lips dragged along her jugular, sucking hard and tasting the musky taste of her skin on his tongue. He could never keep his mouth away from her body for so long at these times, he needed to mark her, leave concrete proof of how much she was his. “You want my fingers inside you so much, don’t you?”

“Oh, Percy!” she squeezed his biceps again as his palm dragged over her clit.

“I told you, Beth, I won’t be able to do anything if you don’t tell me what you want”, he reminded her, his fingertips touching the entrance to her pussy, pretending to go in, sliding a little inside and then pulling out, in an endless torture.

Sweat was already running down both of their bodies, making them even looser and stickier, the alcohol in their bloodstreams helping to further increase their body temperatures, making Percy’s cabin feel like a sauna.

Pulling Percy's hair, Annabeth pulled his face away from her neck and crashed her mouth into his. Percy felt her tongue touch his in a lascivious way, dictating the rhythm of the kiss that made him sigh and pinch her clit, and with that her body contracted harder.

“ Percy… Percy, Percy… ”

There was the melody. The whispers, gasps and moans that echoed like music to him. The sign that he was doing it right, that he was making her feel really good.

“Please, love”, hearing her beg like that, Percy had to close his eyes, his own breathing becoming heavy now. “I need you to fuck me. I need your fingers inside me.”

And he did as she wanted. 

Without ceremony, Percy inserted his entire middle finger inside her, swallowing the scream she let out with his mouth, moaning at the sensation of the warm, slippery walls of Annabeth's pussy squeezing him. 

He didn't have to wait to start pumping inside her because of all the stimulation he had given her, which was enough to make her entrance leak lubrication and his finger could move easily. 

"This feels so good...", she moaned at length, taking her hand off his arm to dig it into his shoulder and bring him closer, almost as if she wanted to merge her body with his. " You feels so good!" 

He increased the speed of his thrusts, his impact inside her projecting obscenely loud sounds. He put his free arm behind her neck, hugging her as he kissed and fucked her, her shorts still covering her, making it a little difficult for his finger to move, but not making the sensation of her wiggling in his hand any less enjoyable. 

Annabeth pushed herself up on the bed once more as he added a second finger inside her, plunging it as far as it would go with the limitations of her clothes, while his thumb rubbed her clit again. Percy took the opportunity to lick and suck on her jaw, which led him to drag his tongue from there until he thrust it deep into her open mouth.

“Yeah, fuck me”, she gasped into his mouth, her hand not stopping to touch his body, not knowing whether to dig into his blond curls or scratch his neck, his back or his arm. “Like that… just like that, harder…”

And he fucked her, pumping his fingers in and out, or arching his hand, making them reach a specific place inside her that made her writhe and cry every time he was touched.

Her legs began to tremble, her thighs clenching tighter around his wrist as he continued to thrust inside her. Percy felt his mind swimming, Annabeth's lubrication soaking his hand and her moans sending vibrations straight to his cock, which was already immensely aching by now. 

"Percy, I'm gonna... Oh , that's it! I'm gonna cum... No, no, nooooo! " 

Percy moaned loudly and gutturally as he watched Annabeth break, shedding thick, frustrated tears as he pulled his hand out of her. Her hips continued to move, seeking empty relief in the movement — the relief he could have given her. 

"No, Percy, keep going! Please, please..." 

She cried harder, trying to grab his hand and take her back to where she had been before, but Percy shook her off every time. He looked at her suffering expression and at her wet fingers, completely soaked with her liquid.

“I was so close!”, she lamented, sobbing. Her hand slapped his chest with weak and helpless blows.

He finally woke up and moved over her when he saw her, desperately seeking relief, trying to touch himself with his own hand.

Percy immobilized her by putting a knee on her thighs, making her stop struggling, and pulling her arms, pinning them to the side of her head. Her tears and sobs did not stop, making her look even more fragile.

Percy would explode at any moment, he considered just stopping the teasing games and entering her until she melted on his cock.

“Shhh… Calm down, love”, he whispered, kissing the path of tears on her face. Annabeth's chest rose and fell rapidly, as if reaching climax was a matter of life or death for her, and Percy needed to make her focus. "You're making me repeat myself a lot today, but that's okay, because I can repeat myself. First, you're going to cum in my mouth . Then, I'm going to fuck your mouth . And then, at the end, I'm going to fuck you really good." 

"Percy", she bent her neck, capturing his mouth in a lascivious and somewhat chaotic kiss. 

Percy reciprocated, taking advantage of the distraction to gather her arms above her head and make her hold on to the bed sheet. He pulled away, his eyes staring into hers, never once looking away as he tasted her, dragging his wet fingers over his exposed tongue. Annabeth mumbled disjointed words, delirious, words that he didn't understand. Most of them were curses directed at him, some were dirty requests, for him to enter her soon.

And he wanted it, at that moment, more than anything. But the scene of Connor touching her, touching her hair , kept repeating itself in his mind. And Percy needed to lick her, suck her — devour her if necessary — because only then would he be sure that there would be no more traces of Stoll on her skin. 

He sucked his own fingers until the soft salty taste of her faded, noticing how her eyes, still leaking tears, did not leave the work of his mouth licking her index and middle fingers until there was not a drop of lubrication left on them. 

“I will give you everything”, he emphasized again, tucking the braid of her gray lock behind her ear. “I just need you to stay calm. Can you do that for me?” 

She nodded repeatedly. 

Percy smiled, caressing her face carefully, his eyes focused on hers, which blinked without pause because of the tears. He stayed there with her for a while, kissing her cheek, her eyelids and her mouth to distract her. When he noticed that her breathing had lightened, he gave her one last kiss on the lips before he started to wander down her body. 

He swirled his tongue over her belly, feeling her hair stand on end, the breath of his breath sending shocks of excitement through Annabeth that made her tremble beneath him. 

Percy continued down until he stopped at the edge of the bed. He held her feet, starting to undo the laces of her boots with painful calm. Annabeth whimpered softly, biting the back of her hand to muffle her moans. 

Annabeth was great at teasing him, but Percy also knew how to fight back very well when he wanted to. If he couldn't do it in their daily routine, he took it all out in bed. It was wonderful to watch the focused and confident Annabeth Chase turn into a mess of melting muscles and a racing mind during sex. 

When Percy took off her socks, he made sure to kiss and massage her feet with zeal. He was going to finish her off that night, but he would do it with all the love he had inside him, because Annabeth deserved to have someone who knew how to give her mind-blowing orgasms as well as how to take care of her and give her affection. She was in control of everything, even if he was giving the orders — all it would take was one command, just one, and he would stop and accept what she had to offer. Whether it was just sleeping naked in a spoon position or her getting tired of waiting and riding him until she reached the release she so desperately sought. 

And she knew it. She had only to say so, because Percy always did whatever she wanted. 

He bit her big toe playfully, and she snatched her foot from his hand and kicked him weakly in the stomach. Percy laughed, cringing. 

“This is not funny, Percy,” she scolded impatiently, closing her eyes in search of some self-control. She gathered her long braids into a makeshift ponytail, which would soon fall apart, and tossed them to the side on the bed.

“It’s a little funny, yes”, he teased her.

She snorted at him, which only made Percy laugh harder. He grabbed her legs again, returning to his original goal.

Annabeth’s legs were an essential part of his weak spot. Let’s just say he got too excited when he saw her running, or walking, or wearing tighter pants, or shorter clothes… In general, specifically, Percy had a throbbing obsession with her thighs. He had literally come once because Annabeth let him play with her thighs for as long as he wanted. 

When he sank his teeth into the inside of her thigh, very close to her groin, Annabeth surrounded his head with her legs, suffocating him with her big, delicious thighs, which was enough for him to expel a thick, hot line of cum into his underwear like a pre-teen who had just discovered the benefits of jerking off. 

And he had fucked her thighs countless times — in the middle of the night or early mornings when he had woken up with an uncomfortable bulge in his pajama pants and she had allowed him to relieve himself using her legs — and they had always ended up going for a full-on fuck after that.

Percy's fingers dug into her shorts and he gently removed them, lifting her hips with one hand to make his job easier. Having her lying on his bed in just her panties was the kind of sight he would never tire of. 

"How can you be so perfect?", he found himself saying. 

The sideways smile Annabeth gave him made his blood boil. 

Percy leaned back on her, positioning himself properly between her legs and letting them rest on his shoulders, his body sprawling lazily on the mattress as he curled an arm around one of her thighs and laid his head on the other. 

At these moments, an unusual drowsiness took over Percy. He was so knocked out by the desire to lose himself in her thighs that it was like an anesthesia invading his nervous system, leaving him dizzy and clumsy. And honestly, it was his favorite moment. 

Annabeth was shaking, and Percy had barely done anything yet. 

He teased her with the light touch of the tip of his nose on the side of her thigh where he lay, hearing her let out a long, deep sigh. His tongue traced a sinful trail from the inside of her thigh until it reached her groin, where he began to lick and suck. Annabeth's hand rested on his head, eager but not pulling or pushing, just waiting for his next move. 

The stain on her panties was visible, the scent of arousal drawing his attention like a hungry dog. He weakly tugged at the fabric by one of the straps, pressing it against her wet center. Annabeth stroked his hair, scraping her scalp with her nails. 

"Oh, fuck…", she murmured, her head falling back against the mattress. 

Percy's tongue pressed against the fabric, tasting the swell of her swollen, needy folds with his lips. He groaned against her, the sound sending waves of shudders through her entire body. Her fingers dug harder into his blond locks, trying to make him shove his face into hers at once.

“Go on… Ah! ”

She screamed when his hand came down in a heavy slap on her left thigh, silencing her with a very clear message: Stay still or I’ll stop right now — and she didn’t want him to stop. Not at all.

Percy massaged the area where he’d slapped her, relieving the burning sensation a little, and turned his attention back to his interesting task.

His tongue explored her covered pussy from top to bottom, his face sinking in, his nose inhaling the scent of her arousal. Annabeth’s feet rubbed against his bare back, and Percy felt her toes curl tightly.

He looked up and found her staring intently at him, watching his every move, her mouth half open, letting out low, pained moans, her tongue sometimes sticking out to lick her lips — that is, when she wasn't biting them to hold back a moan. 

Percy exhaled, shocked by the sight of her. A satisfied smile appeared on his face. 

"You want my mouth so bad, don't you?", he dragged his nose over the cloth, moving his organ through the folds until he reached her entrance, simulating slow, light thrusts. 

Annabeth's feet shrank, reaching the height of his shoulder blades. Percy had to restrain her by the thighs so she wouldn't close her legs. 

"Please, Percy, stop stalling", she begged, one hand gripping a fist of his hair while the other squeezed one of her breasts. Her voice sounded less impatient and more bossy as she said: "Suck me already."

Laughing, Percy did as she wanted — as he always did whatever she wanted — using his nose to push her panties aside, and buried his face in her pussy.

Oh, fuck , he thought. Yes…

They both moaned at the same time, she for finally feeling him devouring her as she had been wanting since they arrived at the cabin, and he for the taste of her exploding on his tongue mixed with the liquor.

Percy was not one to hold back in bed, especially when it came to having his mouth swallowing Annabeth's pussy. He feasted as if he were tasting a delicacy from the gods, his tongue running from the beginning to the top, penetrating her slit, wiggling over her clit. He paid attention to her lips, sucking one and then the other, alternating until they were swollen and even more needy for him.

His face was always a mess, red, sweaty, and covered in her oil. His nose, which he knew very well was a part of her body that she adored, was rubbed against her vulva until he felt her reaching the edge — as he was doing right now.

Annabeth's two hands were holding his head now, and he had to apply even more effort with his arms to open her legs wide so that his mouth could roam with free access to her intimacy.

“You taste so good, love”, Percy purred, leaving a lascivious kiss on her slit, sucking slowly and then releasing with a loud pop. “You want to cum so bad, don’t you?”

She bit her lip with an eagerness that was almost palpable, nodding with several chaotic nods.

“Then cum for me. Do whatever you want.”

Annabeth didn’t give him time to prepare, she simply pulled his head with a violent force and began to grind herself against his mouth desperately. Percy groaned, closing his eyes and giving in to her commands, focused on the sensations that her pussy gushing into his mouth caused him.

His breathing was hitched to hers, it was as if they had both been taken by an inhuman carnal desire that would only be cured when they came until they reached the peak of sexual delirium.

Unconsciously, Percy began to move his waist, trying to cause some friction between his body and the mattress, in search of some stimulus that could ease the pain in his hard cock that kept leaking pre-cum. 

Annabeth screamed when he thrust his tongue inside her, the hot, rigid muscle invading her channel without hesitation. 

“That’s it, keep it up… Percy…”, she growled, her hips moving back and forth, fucking herself against his face. “You do it so good… only you do it… only you… Mmm! ” 

And she exploded on his tongue like a waterfall, her legs crossing around his neck, preventing him from pulling away. Her thighs pressed against his face and his tongue reached places even deeper inside her. Percy increased the speed of friction against the mattress, moaning as he heard her scream, taken by her own climax. 

Even when Annabeth's spasms stopped, Percy continued to suck her, squeezing every drop of cum out of her as if he had been overcome by an insatiable hunger. 

Her legs gave out, releasing Percy's head from their enclave and falling onto his shoulders. She sighed almost voicelessly, swaying under his tongue still permeating her folds, her hands now touching his curls in a gentle caress, grinding casually against his licks. 

"That was so... holy shit", she couldn't finish, which made Percy laugh. 

When he decided he had cleaned her well enough, Percy climbed up her body lazily, as if he were on a sleeping pill, stopping when he was face to face with her. Annabeth was limp on the bed, her eyes struggling to stay open. 

Slowly, he captured her bottom lip, pulling it between his teeth. Her mouth opened to welcome his, and Percy rolled his tongue inside. She hugged him, pressing their bodies together, pressing her breasts against his chest. Percy's hands went to her waist, bringing her closer. 

She moaned as she tasted her own flavor on his tongue. Percy intensified the kiss, leaning his body and pressing hers even further into the bed. 

"I love you", he sighed against her mouth. "I love you so much..." 

Her mouth broke away from his, and Annabeth began to distribute slow, lingering kisses across his cheek, jaw, and neck. 

"I love you", she whispered in his ear, like a confidence. "You have no idea how much, Seaweed Brain," she bit the skin of his neck and then licked it in a caress, marking him. "I'm yours, do you hear me? And you're mine." She grabbed his hair, pulling it back, tilting his face so she could look deep into his blue eyes. "Only mine."

A hoarse groan vibrated in Percy's throat and he slipped an arm behind her back, pulling her against him in an iron grip.

Annabeth and he were different in many ways, but very similar in others. Be it the love they shared for each other, the notorious harmony they had, the chemistry in bed, carrying the burden of a titan or being marked by a damn prophecy. The missions, arguments, sacrifices and near deaths made them who they were today. All of this brought them closer, strengthened the bonds that united his life to hers. If there was any timeline within space-time where they were not together, he prayed to Aphrodite for a way to fix it, because, no matter the reality, he could not imagine living a life where Annabeth did not exist in it.

“Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me?”, he said, nuzzling her nose against his, cum glistening at the tip.

Annabeth let out a ragged breath, smelling the scent of her pleasure.

“I planned on fucking your mouth all the way down your throat”, his hand caressed her neck, smoothing his thumb over her collarbone, “pounding my cock so hard until I felt you choke.” His palm pressed slowly around her throat, his fingers closing one by one. Annabeth opened her mouth, gasping for air. “I was going to fill that pretty mouth of yours with my cum and make you swallow it all… but the only thing I can think about right now is fucking you until I cum deep inside your pussy, because if I wait any longer, Annabeth…” He applied more force to his fingers on her windpipe, bringing a new hint of tears to her brown eyes. “If I wait one more second to enter you, I’m going to end up cumming in my pants. And I didn’t come all the way here to end up cumming in my underwear.” He shook his head, saying all this in a calm, measured voice. “Do you know what I mean?” 

She opened and closed her mouth, unable to say a word, her nails digging into the skin of his lower back, scratching so hard that she must have drawn blood.

Percy pushed his body against hers, dragging the marked bulge in his pants against her bare intimacy, making her feel how the zipper pressed against his fly, almost popping the button. Annabeth tried to scream at the contact, but Percy's hand choking her made the task quite difficult.

"Do you understand what I mean, Wise Girl?", he repeated with a growl.

He eased the tightness in her throat just a little so that she could say, dissolving in a new torrent of tears: "Yes, Percy, fuck me, please... Please, love..."

Taking his arm from her back and lifting his hips a little with the support of his knees, he managed to reach the button of his pants, removing it from the clasp and quickly lowering the zipper. Percy kicked his pair of Vans off his feet, along with his socks. He released Annabeth long enough to strip off his pants and underwear in one go, feeling immense relief as he freed his long, thick length from the compression of his jeans. 

She reveled in the sight of his completely naked body, her eyes lingering on his cock, oozing precum from its pink head and dripping down to his balls, his groin containing a few trimmed light hairs. 

Percy caught her licking her lips, as if he were making her mouth water. 

“I want you inside me”, she said seriously. “ Now. ” 

He came back to her, Annabeth’s legs wrapped tightly around his waist, preventing him from moving away any further than necessary, and her arms wrapped around his neck. Percy sighed as his hard, heavy member came into contact with her intimate part, the warm folds embracing his length with delicious familiarity. 

“Fuck”, he squeezed his eyes shut, resting his forehead against hers. “You’re already wet again,” he moved his hips up and down, only to feel her liquid soaking him. Percy smiled sideways, his thumb caressing her full lips. “You love it when I talk dirty to you, don’t you?” 

Her fingers trailed in a light caress down the middle of his spine, making his hair stand on end. 

She purred against his mouth, smiling, giving him sweet little kisses. 

“I would love it even more if you would do what you promised to do”, she said with a challenging smile. 

Percy smiled back, his chest swelling with competitiveness. His hand slipped between their bodies, holding his cock and positioning it at her entrance. He noticed her breathing pause at the imminent invasion. 

“As you wish”, then he entered her. 

Annabeth scratched his back as if she had claws instead of nails at the sudden attack, throwing her head against the mattress and opening her mouth wide as she let out a long moan of pleasure. Percy endured the pain, because the feeling of his cock being swallowed so well by Annabeth's pussy overrode everything that might be happening around them at the moment.

He hoped the camp wouldn't suffer any attacks tonight because, honestly, he certainly wouldn't notice — much less move from where he was. Not when he was buried so deep in Annabeth's warm, contracted, slippery center. His Annabeth. His. Entirely his and no one else's. As she had repeated several times that night.

Only he had her. Only he could feel her like that. Cause the things he caused her. Tear tears at the peak of sexual delirium, make her moan uninterruptedly, not knowing where to keep her hands, legs and mouth. Turn her into an unrecognizable mass of crying and lust on his bed. Their bed, the bed where he made her his.

He did whatever she wanted, he could serve her on his knees if she wanted, because at the end of the day, she was the one with him. 

In one swift movement, Percy flipped them over on the bed, leaving her on top of him. They both moaned as Annabeth's body adjusted over his, with Percy's cock reaching an even deeper nook inside her.

Percy's balls tightened painfully, trying his best not to cum. No matter how many times he had been inside Annabeth, doing the most insane and immoral things to her body — that would make Athena incinerate him for having been so bold — the feeling that he could explode with a simple movement from her would always be the same. 

His hands went to her soft ass, giving it loud slaps that didn't even hurt, but that made her arch up against him — his cock stirred inside her. She buried her face in his neck, her curly braids tickling his skin. 

He pulled them away from her neck, spreading kisses over her shoulders and the marks of his hand around her neck, groaning at the idea that everyone at camp would have concrete proof that she was his the next day. 

Lifting her up with the same ease one would carry a doll, Percy moved them higher on the bed and lay down against the pillows, leaving Annabeth completely on top of him.

Even though he wasn't looking at her at the moment, he could feel the smile on her face against his neck.

"Show-off", she murmured.

Percy laughed, holding her legs by the knees and bending them next to his waist on the mattress, increasing the contact between them.

He took her face in his hands, removing the braided locks from the front so he could have better access to her mouth, caressing her chin and cheeks gently. He kissed her for long minutes while he waited patiently for her to get used to his size.

The water in the stone fountain bubbled, filling the cabin with sounds that resembled falling rain.

In the middle of the kiss, Annabeth began to grow impatient, her hips swaying tremulously over his lap, in a silent request for him to put her insides.

Percy took his time, he squeezed her ass with delight, so hard that he could have engraved his fingerprints on her skin. When he guided her, making her move up and down for the first time, her body collided with the thrust of his hips. 

Annabeth screamed in surprise, the sound being swallowed by his mouth attacking hers in a hasty kiss. Percy's feet planted themselves on the mattress, taking the momentum to penetrate her forcefully. Her body was shaken by powerful thrusts, his thighs slamming against her ass, emitting an almost animalistic slapping sound. 

Drops of sweat dripped from Percy's hair and ran down his nose, his large, excited body surrounding Annabeth's with strong, defined arms. 

"You're my girl, right?", he growled the question against her ear, his cock not stopping to penetrate her, leaving inch by inch and returning with a powerful assault. 

Her walls welcomed him every time, milking his cock with dedication, her cum dripping down his balls.

With no response, Percy's hand hit the left side of her ass, drawing a tearful cry from her open, inviting mouth.

"I'm giving you what you wanted so much, Annabeth, it would be polite of you to at least answer me", he brought his palm down even harder on her right side, she threw herself forward with the impact of the blow, pressing her breasts against his chest with perverted desperation. "Are you my girl, Annabeth?"

Her mind seemed to be in total disarray, because she shook her head with a lost look that ran over every expression on his face.

"I'm... I'm all yours."

"Just mine?" His fist twisted in her braids, clasping them around her wrist.

“Mmmmm…” She moaned long as he pulled her head back as he quickened the pace of his thrusts, the tip of his cock hitting her favorite spot. “I’m only yours! Only yours! Oh, Percy, right there…”

“And I’m yours”, he said, dragging his face over her bust. “Since the first day, in the infirmary. I was already all yours.”

Her breasts were now swaying at the height of his face, the pointy, aching nipples practically begging for him to take them.

He grabbed them with his teeth, sucking hard, licking around the brown areola, while the work of his hips on her sex did not slow down, his balls hitting her clit with each stroke.

“That feels so good, Percy, so good”, she said. “More, more, more…”

The hand in her hair pulled her braids until they were resting against the base of her spine, forcing Annabeth to tilt her head back almost completely and expose even more of her perky breasts, which Percy focused on, practically devouring them with his mouth, giving them a complete treatment with his tongue and teeth. His cock was throbbing and swelling more inside her, and she kept contracting her walls and trembling on him, giving clear signs that he was getting closer and closer.

“You want to come, don’t you?” he teased, speaking with her breast still in his mouth, his tongue dragging agonizingly over the tip. Annabeth screamed as he began to hit her sweet spot over and over, sending devastating tremors through her body. Percy’s hand on her ass came down again against the flesh already marked with the outline of his palm, once, twice, three… over and over.

“ Oh, Percy, yes! ”, she screamed. “Make me come, please, please, plea…”

Annabeth’s body was wracked with violent spasms, her mouth opening wide in a choked scream and her eyes rolling back in their sockets. Percy had to hold her down with his arms so she wouldn’t slip off him while he still hadn’t finished making her come. He felt her pussy squeezing him to the point of pain, which was the end of him.

His hips moved erratically, rocking beneath her. Digging his nails into her ass, he invaded her one last time, spurting hot, abundant jets of cum inside her, a loud grunt being stifled by the breast in his mouth. 

Percy felt his head spin and the pit of his stomach contract with relief, his member slowly stopping to expel cum and starting to soften. 

He relaxed back onto the pillows, Annabeth falling on top of him as the wave of her orgasm passed. 

They both lay there, tired, destroyed and silent, for perhaps almost half an hour, just waiting for their breathing to calm down and their minds to quiet down. 

Percy could feel his sticky cum leaking out of her and smearing all over his cock. He hugged her, silent, and tried to caress the skin of her beaten ass and kiss her shoulders, waiting patiently as she kept her face pressed against his neck, her light breathing tickling him. 

“Remind me”, she began weakly, breaking the silence, her voice hoarse and lazy, “to never again drink anything prepared by a son of Dionysus.”

That drew a laugh from Percy, who buried his face in Annabeth’s braided hair, smiling when he realized that her sea-fresh scent had mixed with her lemon. He left a long, careful kiss on the curl with the gray lock. Annabeth’s hand began to draw invisible lines on his chest, and Percy could feel sleep slowly taking over him, his body temperature decreasing and the symptoms of drunkenness slowly leaving him.

“Was that why?”

He was intrigued by her question.

“Was that why, what?”

“That’s why you got so angry. Because Connor touched my lock of hair?”, she observed.

Percy tensed when he heard the name of the son of Hermes.

“You know it doesn’t mean anything, he touched it.”

“But it means something to me”, he replied, sighing tiredly. “It’s the mark of our bond, proof that we survived together after carrying the burden of a titan. Proof that I managed to bring you back home.” He rested his head against hers, closing his eyes. She stroked the side of his neck with the back of her fingers that had been strumming his chest until then. “I hate the way Connor thinks that because you’re childhood friends, he has the right to be invasive. Not just him, but other campers too.”

“Percy…”

“I don’t want to argue”, he clarified. “Not with you like this, naked on top of me. Not after we had such a great fuck. But I want to make it clear that it’s something that’s been bothering me for a while, that’s all.”

She was silent for several seconds, and when Percy thought she wouldn’t say anything, he was surprised by her lips gently kissing him on the border of his shoulder and neck.

“I’ll set limits with Connor. And with the others.” She promised, returning to her caresses. “I’m sorry I didn’t do this before.”

Percy sighed, his chest feeling lighter.

“It’s okay”, he was sincere.

He tried to reach his now completely flaccid member, to get out of her and finally be able to sleep, but he was stopped by her hand holding his wrist.

“No, don’t take it off.” She asked softly. “I want to wake up feeling you.”

Percy purred, holding himself back from getting hard again.

“The last time I slept inside you, the result wasn’t very good”, he joked, feeling the relaxed giggle she let out blow across his skin.

Let’s just say that since Annabeth had started taking the pill, they had done many — as she herself called them — interesting “tests.” And some silly ones too, like falling asleep with their intimate parts connected. Waking up together the next morning was a sublime experience, but when it was time to separate, there was no more objective word to summarize the situation other than “painful.”

“No problem”, she assured, removing her face from his neck so she could look him in the eyes as she spoke. She moved closer to whisper, hovering very close to his mouth. “Just make sure you make me nice and wet before you leave.”

Percy suppressed a moan as he imagined the scene, receiving her lips willingly when Annabeth kissed him.

“Good night, Seaweed Brain”, she wished between one kiss and another.

“Good night, Wise Girl.”

It took them less than twenty minutes to fall asleep in a warm and peaceful embrace, with the traces of what they had done that night scattered throughout the Poseidon cabin, whether in the clothes and shoes on the floor or in the hickeys and bite marks on their bodies.

Percy slept peacefully that night, feeling Annabeth's insides hugging him comfortably, her legs intertwined with his and her head resting on his chest, their breathing following the same rhythm.

During training the next day, he had to hide his smile when Connor invited her to do some sword strikes with him and she declined, going to train with one of Demeter's daughters.