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Percy Jackson

It quickly turned out that godhood didn't hold what it had promised. The end of his second war should have been the time of his life. Instead, it left him with a lot less than he had after the first war.

This time the gods had insisted on gifting him godhood and hadn't taken "no" for an answer which might have been alright but because of that fateful decision, he and Annabeth were officially on a break and it had very much been her idea, not his. The worst part was that he couldn't even really be mad at her, as much as he tried. The love of his life's panic attack and ensuring mental breakdown had been hard to watch and as much as it hurt, he knew that Annabeth tended to push everyone away when under extreme duress. He also knew that him going AWOL certainly didn't help in resolving the matter.

What should have been the best years of his life so far left him immortal and quite alone. At least he got to travel without being interrupted by monsters. After a month or so of traveling with periodic visits to his mother, he was mildly annoyed to be requested to return to Olympus so early. But after all these years, he was tired of arguing, so as requested, he reported back to Olympus and found himself being expected by Apollo, Poseidon, and Artemis.

"Percy," Poseidon greeted him kindly while Apollo came up for a high-five.

Slightly taken aback by the causal back greeting, Percy accepted it nonetheless.

"Hi," Percy greeted the three gods in return.

"Again, sorry about the entire promotion thing," Apollo said in a low voice.

Percy shrugged. "Nothing to be done about it. I should have seen it coming."

"You will have our apologies regardless. I was sorry to hear about you and that daughter of Athena. You are a worthy mate to a woman of that caliber, if I say so myself," Artemis announced, clearly making an effort to be kind.

"Sis, not helping!" Apollo interjected. "You need to tell him that his ex is a whore and then set him up with your friends."

Then, to his mild surprise, Artemis gave him a light embrace before stepping back.

"I am sorry to say that things will not get any easier," Poseidon announced grimly. "But until we find out what Zeus and Hera come up with next, we might try to make your life a bit more pleasant. Artemis, Apollo, and I have found a place for you here on Olympus. That being said you will always be welcome in our places."

Percy raised an eyebrow. "Do I have to pay rent or something? Property tax and shit?" he asked, and Apollo chuckled. "You only serve at the pleasure of the king of the gods. As a male, that isn't necessarily that bad... Also, Hades apparently wished to show you his appreciation and left a gift at your place."

At this, Artemis's bright smile turned into something of a grimace, but before he could spend any runtime pondering the matter the two Olympians guided him across the bridge towards Olympus's main gates. The city was how he remembered it and he could very much see designs that he had first laid eyes on Annabeth's desk brought to life in its full glory. What would, to others, seem like classical Hellenic architecture brought to its ultimate form held a bitter side note to him.

"Well, son. I must be going. Happy wife, happy life. We'll be in touch," Percy announced. "With that, Poseidon dissolved, leaving him alone with Apollo and Artemis.

He was taken aback by how forthcoming the twins were. The two Olympians were really putting an effort into making him feel welcome. They insisted on showing him around Olympus, all the places the "locals" went to. The popular cafes, restaurants, and so on. Percy didn't have the heart to tell them that he didn't plan to spend much time on Olympus, but the twin's warm welcome touched him and didn't have it in his heart to quench their enthusiasm.

The afternoon passed in a blur, and before long, the sun was setting.

"So!" Apollo announced. "Time to show you your new place. Artemis and I took the liberty of making sure that this place was worthy of Olympus's newest champion," Apollo explained in an animated manner.

Artemis side-eyed her older twin. "If you were so opposed..." Then she shrugged. "Time to go."

They led him through the divine cities beautiful boulevards, and up the grand parade roads, lined by even grander buildings. By the time they reached the upper third of the city, the last rays of the evening's son bathed marble walls the color of blood. At the city's far side to the main gate, they led him down a side road and came to a stop in front of a sizable, single-floor Greek villa. A wide flight of half a dozen marble stairs led up to a set of double doors fashioned from dark wood. The top of a forged iron trident hung on display over the doors.

"So, Lord Jackson...lord Perseus.. Percy Whatever," Artemis announced and held out an old-fashioned, glowing bronze key. "Here is your key. A few spares are inside. You can rely on privacy here. Trust me, the hunt used to use mine to get wasted from time to time. Last time Zoe got so drunk..." Artemis trailed off for a moment but after a moment she continued. "Without your permission, no one be able to enter your residence and it even has its own Vault so it is a good place to store any artifacts might collect over the centuries."

Percy accepted the key and Apollo grinned. "This place might actually become less boring with you around, mate."

"Do you guys want to come in?" Percy asked.

Artemis chuckled and shook her head. "No, tomorrow maybe. I wouldn't want to take away the joy of exploring it for yourself."

"Wait, really?" Apollo asked, looking suspiciously disappointed, and Percy figured he was missing something.

Artemis not so discreetly elbowed her brother again and smiled evenly when Apollo nodded. "Ah yes."

"Sleep well, Percy," Artemis said and dragged her twin brother off.

Shaking his head, Percy abandoned his earlier plans for the evening, walked up the stairs, pushed the heavy key into the lock, and turned it. With a resounding click, the door unlocked and Percy opened it, revealing a brightly lit atrium. After letting his gaze sweep the marble chamber, he finally stepped inside.

It looked like a pretty neat blend between modern and ancient Greek. The atrium or entrance hall was lit by a crystal chandelier hanging close to the door. The walls were lined with marble benches, a shoe stand, and a coat/armor rack. A square opening interrupted the white ceiling, creating something of a small inner courtyard held up by four marble pillars.

An ornate white marble water fountain dominated the courtyard with two negligible dressed naiads dancing together, water shooting into the air from their outstretched hands.

A ring of uncultivated earth surrounded the fountain in what might one day be host to an elaborate flowerbed.

Percy stepped through the atrium and passed beneath an archway into the heart of the manor, a spacious courtyard dominated by a large, infinity-style pool that took on an enchanting emerald hue in the twilight, illuminated from below. The pool's expanse seemed to stretch endlessly, reaching toward the far-side building, while its narrower sections were lined with deckchairs inviting relaxation. A tiled strip, five feet wide, traced the edges of the courtyard in a graceful U-shape. More deckchairs were nestled beneath an overhanging roof, supported by elegant marble pillars. To one side, two doors led to an enticing sauna area, complete with a whirlpool.

To his left, a long glass wall shimmered faintly in the dim light, revealing what appeared to be a bar. To his right, a cozy lounge beckoned with beanbags, armchairs, and a firepit that sat beneath an air vent, its warmth contrasting with the cool evening air. In one corner, a smaller bronze brazier stood shrouded in a black cloth, hinting at secrets yet to be revealed. Adjacent to the lounge was a fully equipped gym, boasting machines, weights, and a small boxing ring, alongside racks brimming with bronze weapons, armor, and shields. Percy couldn't help but wonder if gods needed to maintain their physiques through workouts.

Curious, he made his way into the bar, where his initial impressions were confirmed. Behind the marble counter, glass shelves glowed with soft blue light, showcasing an impressive selection of beverages. Square tables and tall party tables filled the space, while an array of disco lights twinkled overhead, creating an atmosphere ripe for celebration. Continuing his exploration, Percy moved into the adjacent room, clearly designated for public gaming. Billiard tables, foosball tables, air hockey machines, and vintage arcade games—complete with those racing games he had adored as a child—awaited eager players, promising hours of entertainment.

Not sure where the living room was, he headed to the far end of the room, where an archway opened down onto a wide flight of stairs. Reasoning that this was the way to the living arrangements, he headed down and a grin spread across his face. The mysterious glow in the pool, he quickly realized, was thanks to the glass ceiling over the dining table, and offered a view up into the pool above. Right under the pool was a large dining table that could comfortably seat more than a dozen people. There were also what looked to him like six guest rooms with windows looking down onto New York itself. The rooms were complete with queen-size beds, large flat-screen TVs hanging from the wall, and attached bathrooms. There was also a larger room with half a dozen toilet stalls, likely for a larger number of guests, and one of those enormous kitchens they had on TV cook-off shows. "I guess I will have to learn how to cook," he muttered to himself.

Certain he had missed little, Percy headed further downstairs, leaving the lights turned on.

The floor further down was by another set of double doors with a keyhole. Having left his key upstairs on a small table in the Atrium, he was forced to retrieve it before realizing that the doors had been unlocked anyway and the keys didn't fit the lock. Shaking his head at himself, he headed down into what was clearly the living wing of the estate. The lights down here were already burning.

He first ran into what was clearly supposed to be a study, complete with two desks, two computers, and a shelf occupied by books, scrolls, and stone tablets. He mused Annabeth would very much appreciate the room. Percy caught himself before allowing himself to proceed down that that more depressing train of thought, and instead continued exploring.

The next room was the media room/home cinema, stocked with comfortable-looking armchairs and sofas, facing the largest flat screen he had ever seen. After inspecting the LED strips that lined the walls, he turned around to briskly leave when he almost ran into a familiar dark-haired girl wearing a glinting bronze collar, and a blue dress of classical Hellenic cut and sandals. "Wow!" she cried out.

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Percy Jackson

A high-pitched scream echoed through the room, and a platter laden with snacks fell to the floor with a jarring clatter. Without a doubt, the girl was a natural beauty. She required no makeup, yet ironically, it was probably the first time he saw her without any. She wasn't very tall. On the contrary, the woman was a shorty and seemed smaller and even more fragile than he had remembered her. She still sported the curves he remembered, with ample breasts that had probably haunted several young campers, admittedly including him, in their sleep. While she was slender, she wasn't as trimmed as Annabeth, who had a martial artist and athlete's body.

But then, he had been two years younger than her. If memory served him, she had been about eighteen at the time, and it didn't look like things had changed much.

"Percy!" she cried out in surprise, clutching her chest.

"Silena?" he asked in wonder, not quite believing his eyes yet. "You were dead... I saw you die."

Silena looked down at her feet uncomfortably. Though Percy paid her obvious discomfort no heed, stepped forward, and wrapped his arms around her in a tight embrace. For a moment, Silena tensed, but then she seemed to melt against him. Her own arms wrapped themselves around his waist, and she leaned her head against his chest. After a few long moments, she released him and pulled back. To his surprise, the daughter of Aphrodite's eyes were suddenly looking very wet. "Sorry, it's just been a while since I touched anyone alive," she explained, her voice shaking ever so slightly.

"Sorry," Percy said hastily, but Silena shook her head. "Don't be. I needed this. Honestly, I am just grateful that you don't hate me."

Percy shook his head. "Of course not!"

The daughter of Aphrodite breathed deeply. "I forget my place. Welcome home, Master. I didn't expect you to arrive for another day or two; otherwise, you would have received a much warmer welcome."

Percy didn't hear much after the "Master." Finally, it clicked. Apollo's reference to Hades's gift and Artemis's apparent displeasure at the thought. If he wasn't much mistaken, his uncle had gifted him a slave.

"Gods no, Silena. I won't..-" he trailed off when Silena raised a hand. "Please say nothing we will both regret later," Silena quickly cut him off and then added more smoothly. "Why don't we finish your tour? We will have all the time in the world to catch up later. So, how much have you seen?"

Despite his apprehension, he quickly gave her a summary of his exploration so far, and she smiled. "Not much left then."

Silena promptly led him through a living room with another TV. Black leather armchairs, couches, and beanbags occupied the space around a cold and dark fireplace. Swords, spears, and shields hung from the wall next to pieces of coral and shells. A smaller bar stood in the corner with even more alcoholic beverages, leaving him curious as to when he was supposed to drink the vast amount of beverages. "So, here is the living room," she explained.

What followed next were two smaller bedrooms, a large bathroom with those fancy stylists' mirrors, a smaller dining room with a view down on New York, a generous library, and finally, the master bedroom.

What struck him first was the Emperor size bed with dark blue pillows and covers. A large aquarium graced the corner, and another large flatscreen hung from the wall, surrounded by more armchairs and couches. "Turns out the windows are only semi-transparent. You can look out but not in," She explained, nodding at the far wall.

What she referred to as windows was basically a glass wall that reached from floor to ceiling. A glass sliding door offered passage out onto a balcony with a mosaic floor, the tiles arranged in a manner that very clearly sexually objectified naiads. Marble statues of equally lightly clad women flanked the screen door's entrance. Camping chairs surrounded a large bronze brazier. The balcony, overlooking the lower tears of Mount Olympus and New York City, was built into the sheer rock face, just like most of his mansion windows.

She then showed him the attached bathroom, which offered everything from a large shower with additional massage nozzles to both steam and a regular sauna. There was also a large jacuzzi or bathtub with air nozzles, and finally, a mostly empty walk-in wardrobe.

"So, this is it on this floor," Silena announced and led him down another, less grand flight of stairs. "Here we have the part of the house that would most certainly be out of bounds for any guests. You will find living arrangements for myself and any other domestic servants you wish to have down here. That includes dormitories, a general laundry room, a small kitchen for our use, and a bathroom with community showers," she explained. Silena showed him the windowless room that she had been assigned to. A simple cot, a chest, and that was about it. "I've been staying here for two weeks now," Silena explained.

Lacking any personal possessions, all she had were spare dresses lying around, along with a few toiletries. The room was empty and quite depressing, and Percy made a mental note to make sure that Silena never slept in that room again.

"This was here too, so I guess if you are in the mood for such things….," she explained and flicked on the lights.

Red lightbulbs came to life and showed off what could only be described as an elaborately equipped BDSM dungeon. Fitted with everything from pillars, cages, a rack, a wooden X, a finely assembled collection of whips, what looked like a large water bed with lava lamps in the bedposts, and shelves filled with things he didn't even know the name of but looked quite unpleasant. "Apollo thought you might have use for it. I took the liberty to disinfect everything nonetheless," she explained.

"What would I need this for?" he asked. However, the teenager inside him immediately came up with a few unsavory mental images of Silena strung up on some of those contraptions.

"I think the use for such rooms is quite obvious," Silena explained offhandedly, maintaining a straight face. "Apollo said you might need it for me. According to him, the daughters of Aphrodite are too free-spirited."

For a long moment, Percy stared at her open-mouthed until he decided that Silena was pulling his leg. Finally, they stopped in front of a large, round celestial bronze vault door. "There is no actual key. Only you and anyone you grant access can open it the easy way. To everyone else, this door is pretty much unbreakable."

"See," she explained and tried to turn on the large bronze wheels that wouldn't budge.

However, when Percy tried, he could quite comfortably spin the wheel until he heard a series of low clicks. The vault door swung open to reveal the vault's interior. Several empty shelves occupied most of the room, while set up against the wall next to the entrance were two bronze cages or cells with simple cots and manacles set in the wall. "I think this room's purpose is self-explanatory," Silena explained.

"Wouldn't you run out of air in here?" he asked the first question that came to mind and pointed to what looked to be a latex covering for the head with a zipper over where the mouth would be.

Silena shrugged, "Maybe this is meant for prisoners that don't need to breathe..."

"What could I possibly need this for?" Percy asked. "Not that some might be into such things... ."

Still keeping a straight face, she shrugged. "It wouldn't be my position to judge."

Percy looked at her with exasperation. "Really?"

Silena shrugged, clearly happy to avoid the subject. "So, this is it. Is there anything you would like to know?" she asked, neatly folding her hands behind her back again.

"The first thing I would like to know is how you are here, not that I am not thrilled to see you. My second question would be how to take that ridiculous collar off?" Percy declared and Silena smiled gratefully.

"When Lord Hades learned that you and Annabeth had broken up-"

"We didn't break up. We are on a break," Percy corrected, and Silena rolled her eyes. "Sweetie, a break means broken up pending further review. Trust me, I am the daughter of Aphrodite. We know these things. Even Annabeth came to me for advice a few times to talk about you...oh."

Silena mockingly clasped a hand over her mouth. "I wasn't supposed to mention that to you, my bad. But hey, I took it to my grave."

"Oh, ..." was all Percy said, not quite sure what to make of that.

"Anyway," Silena continued. "After you and blondie had you're falling out, Hades figured that you needed something to cheer you up and concluded that a daughter of Aphrodite that no one would miss and could be properly motivated, would be an ideal slave to rebound with and start your existence as a god," Silena reasoned. "So he had the furies put a leash on me, drag me off the fields of Asphodel all the way to his palace, offered me immortality, and the chance to leave the underworld if I agreed to be your willing slave. My reprieve from Asphodel would be conditional to me remaining in your service."

"So, if I were to set you free?" Percy started.

"I assume they would force me to return to Asphodel. I am stuck with you as much as you are stuck with me," Silena confirmed.

Percy pinched the bridge of his nose. "You know, you just dropped an enormous amount of responsibility on my lap here."

Silena smiled apologetically. "I am really sorry about that, but I think you can understand why I had to take the offer. You've seen Asphodel, I was going insane down there. During my judgment they banned me from trying for rebirth, so all I really had to look forward to was an eternity of gloom, misery, and monotony, as that place slowly stripped away my identity and memories until nothing more than a husk was left of me."

Then Silena looked up at him with wide, innocent eyes, "And you were always one of the nicest people I ever met." Then she offered him that dazzling smile that had already taken so many young men's breath away. "...and kinda cute..."

Percy looked down uncomfortably, his cheeks feeling very warm suddenly. Percy of course knew he was being manipulated but couldn't help it. She was just that pretty.

"All jokes aside," Silena said, suddenly serious again. "You are my last chance. You taking me in and treating me at least somewhat decently is more than I could have ever dared to hope for. I don't know how strict to interpret the terms of my deal with Hades, but I would rather not find out the hard way. Please just roll with it. I will be your maid, your cook...and if you want to...you know,.. entertainment as well."

Percy nodded slowly, deciding to ignore that last part. Nothing good could come from that.

Silena sighed as if relieved that the matter was finally settled.

As he came to terms with this new reality, the more horny part of his mind had noted the entertainment part, and he was quite sure that Silena was discreetly referring to sexual favors. Her calling him cute was not by accident either, she was trying to sell her case to him. Something else struck him. "Your deal is with Hades, not that I wish to sound paranoid, but he has a lot of power over you..."

Silena shrugged. "You are right, of course. Percy Jackson, I swear by the River of Styx that I will be your willing slave. I swear that my loyalty is to you and that I serve no other Lord or Master."

Her almost casual tone and swift delivery took him aback, though then he realized that Silena had probably been preparing for this conversation for quite a while.

"To your second question, the key is in the drawer of your bedside table. I didn't dare take it off..."

"Come with me," Percy ordered and led Silena back to his bedroom, where he freed her of her bronze collar with due expedience.

"Thank you," Silena said, rubbing her throat. "You wouldn't believe how uncomfortable that thing gets after a while."

"I can only imagine," Percy replied.

"So..." Silena started after a long moment of silence. "I believe I have some cleaning up to do. Are you hungry?"

Percy shrugged, "One might think that being a god, I wouldn't be. But I am."

"You liked Pepperoni Pizza, right?" she asked lightly.

Percy nodded.

"Okay then, Master. Unless you need anything else from me."

He hastily shook his head and cleared his voice in the sternest way possible. "Call me master one more time, and I will beat your ass."

She offered him another of her lovely smiles. "I will bear that in mind, Percy. Dinner will be served in forty-five minutes. Oh, by the way, there is a binder with a manual for the house..." Silena trailed off when she saw his expression and they both knew he wouldn't be reading any manuals.

"You will be eating with me?" Percy inquired. "If we are now living together, then it would be stupid to eat separately."

Silena nodded, smiling, clearly pleased that he had accepted the new paradigm in their relationship with no further argument. "I would like that."

Percy left Silena to her own devices and headed out into the city. He needed to clear his head. It was simply too much. Becoming a god, the entire Annabeth situation, and now suddenly being a proud slave owner. It would take a lot of getting used to, and he doubted that Annabeth would take kindly to him now living together with another girl, especially a daughter of Aphrodite.

"You out here, Jackson?" someone asked as he walked down the road. Percy turned around and spotted Apollo catching up with him.

"I am," Percy confirmed.

"I thought you would be busy with that daughter of Aphrodite," Apollo mused.

"Not funny," Percy retorted. "She has a name, you know. Silena Beauregard. Sacrificed her life to defend Olympus from the Titans."

Apollo raised his hands in defense. "I meant nothing by it."

Percy sighed, "It's nice to see her again; I really missed her. She's making dinner now."

Apollo nodded and grinned. "You know, if you sleep with her tonight, I can win my bet with Artemis. She said you'd be a perfect gentleman and protect her honor."

"Oh, shut up," Percy said and playfully slapped the sun god's shoulder. "You know you need to grow up."

"And you need to relax, mate," the god countered. Apollo chuckled, and they continued walking down the still bustling streets of the holy city. He spotted other gods, satyrs, demigods, nature spirits, and even a few Centaurs, drinking in cafes and bars, or just milling around. This was the second night on Olympus, the first one culminating in his first dance with Annabeth. Strangely enough, it all seemed rather normal. Sure, there was a girl in a cocktail dress dancing with a guy in ancient Greek armor. Two drunk muses were drawing a crowd by singing and dancing in a water fountain while the city guards tried to get them to go home.

"I think it is time that I finally got back," Percy finally announced.

"Have a nice evening," Apollo replied suggestively and after rolling his eyes, Percy made his way back.

He was surprised to find the atrium brightly lit and the courtyard bathed in green and blue mood lighting. Silena Beauregard stood at the pool, looking as beautiful as ever. She was nervously kneading her hands as he approached. A large platter with two pizzas waited in front of her on a small table between two deck chairs.

"Did you wait long?"

Silena smiled. "I just finished." The young woman then beckoned at one deckchair, inviting him to sit down.

Once he had, she sank to the empty deckchair, picked up her glass, and took a deep sip. "It's been hard to stop myself from eating all the time," she admitted.

"By all means, dig in. Thank you for cooking," Percy replied and picked up his plate.

"So, what exactly happened between you and Annabeth?" Silena inquired between bites.

The young god shrugged. "Zeus graciously bestowed his gift on me. Annabeth decided that she needed time to think," Percy summarized. "

Silena frowned. "I think you'll get her back..."

"Really?" Percy asked, perking up slightly.

This time it was her turn to shrug. "I don't see why not. Mind catching me up on what I've missed? So far, no one has been willing to get me up to date. There was another war I take it?"

Percy almost choked on his Pizza. "You could say that."

And so he started giving a brief summary of what had happened over the past two years. Silena was a superb listener. Unlike Annabeth, whose thoughts quickly shifted to topics that interested her more when the information wasn't conveyed in an efficient and precise enough manner, Silena seemed to hang on his every word, gasping and groaning in all off the right places.

"I've got to meet this Piper McLean," Silena finally announced after he finished his tale. "It is high time that a daughter of Aphrodite got some recognition. I also owe her a drink for putting Drew in her place. You really went to Tartarus for Annabeth? Her calling a break seems kinda low in hindsight..."

"At least someone has seen it my way..." Percy joked.

"Have you actually met any of your friends since the Annabeth incident?" Silena asked pointedly.

"Ahm...no," Percy admitted.

"Then how could you possibly know what they are thinking?" Silena asked bluntly. "Annabeth is adorable, but she is both insecure and very emotionally sensitive. She also tends to be a bit unreasonable at times. You know better than most that she overthinks stuff."

Percy sighed back and stared at the night sky before his gaze fell on the pool. "Want to take a swim?" he asked, embracing the excuse to change the topic.

"I already have..." Silena replied.

"Now?"

The daughter of Aphrodite laughed. "Percy, all I have to wear is this dress,... so unless you are trying to get me naked which would be which would be very cheeky, bold but cheeky, I will have to decline that offer."

"Then we should probably take you shopping," Percy reasoned.

"That would be nice," Silena replied. "I don't even have any undergarments."

Percy glanced over at her, and sure enough, he could see her nipples poking through her dress's blue fabric.

"So, listen. It's quite late, so unless you need anything from me, I would clean this up and go to bed?" Silena started.

"Sure, go ahead," Percy replied. As Poseidon's son, he felt obligated to investigate this body of water and jumped in, breaking the surface early enough to get quite a good view of Silena walking off.

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Silena Beauregard

Her second, much longer life as a slave started quietly and without much fanfare. She preferred it that way, though she was sure it would become less dull now that Percy had arrived. She got up at five o'clock in the morning, worked out for an hour, took a quick early shower, and then began with two or three hours of housework. Believe it or not, she enjoyed cleaning. Then she ate a quick breakfast. Now that Percy had arrived, a few changes had to be made in her daily routine.

Now that her new owner had arrived, and thinking of him that way would take some getting used to, serving him would be added to her list of responsibilities.

Having had quite some time to obsess over the matter, just about every possible scenario had gone through her mind. Everything from Percy being a perfect gentleman to him actually expecting and demanding her services as a concubine and mistress had crossed her mind. Admittedly though, the fear that Percy would be cruel or abusive hadn't seemed all that likely, and the prospect of sleeping with Percy wasn't all that bad.

Silena had even considered making a pass at Percy when she was fourteen and would have if Annabeth hadn't already staked her claim. The Athenian had quite openly marked Percy as hers without even admitting it to herself, which had caused some distress for a few girls at camp.

Silena almost smiled at the memories of a happier and simpler time.

What Percy didn't know, and what Annabeth wouldn't even be caught dead admitting to later, was Annabeth would have perfectly willingly been his girlfriend pretty much after the sea of monsters incident if Percy had picked up on what had in her mind at least had been very open advances and signals. Annabeth had even confessed to Silena that she had considered sleeping with him. That had been after he had saved her from Luke and the Titans. He could have been a very lucky man if he had only made a move during that dance. Annabeth had been expecting a kiss or something and would have been willing to take the following steps herself. Yes, Annabeth Chase had been quite smitten with Percy Jackson for a long time.

Back to her situation. The thought that Percy, while not being cruel, would act like a very horny young man had seemed quite realistic. After obsessing and stressing over the matter enough it even seemed quite likely. The reckless part of her that was bored out of her mind, was even a bit hopeful. In the end, she managed to convince herself that he deserved those services though. The deal she had accepted and the oath she had sworn to Percy very much entitled him to those services. She was his woman, and what that exactly meant was entirely up to him.

For better or worse, her fears seemed entirely unfounded.

If anything, Percy seemed to be even more uncomfortable with the arrangement than she was.

Her concerns aside, she made Percy a generous breakfast. Toast, bacon, and eggs, with orange juice. Once finished, she put the platter under infrared lamps to keep it warm and waited at her master's door, listening intently for any sound of Percy's awaking.

Once she did hear him yawn, she hastily retrieved the platter and returned to Percy's door. Then, after taking a deep breath and putting on her best smile, she entered the room and found her glorious overlord sitting in his bed shirtless. After gawking at Percy's chiseled torso for a few shameful seconds and fighting the urge to touch his chest, she gathered her wits and beamed at the young man. "Good morning, Percy. Breakfast?"

"Wahhh?" He asked and blinked a few times, perhaps having a stroke or still disoriented from just waking up. "Ahm, good morning, sure!" Percy hastily stuttered, suddenly blushing.

Silena smiled at him more gently, figuring that going full Daughter Of Aphrodite on him when he wasn't even properly awake yet wasn't very sportsmanlike.

"Do you need anything else?" Silena asked, placing the platter next to the young god.

"No, are you still hungry?" Percy asked.

"I already ate," Silena explained. " If I may ask, what are your plans for today?"

Percy shrugged. "For one, I would like to move you into a proper bedroom. You are, after all, a permanent resident."

"I wouldn't be opposed to that..." Silena admitted.

"Also we should get you some proper clothes. I am sure we can arrange an extended shopping trip for you to get you a proper wardrobe."

Percy Jackson

While going shopping wasn't his favorite pastime by a long shot, Percy felt obligated to make Silena's existence a bit less miserable. If memory served him, Silena had always been fun to be around.

So after making sure to enjoy the breakfast that Silena had provided him with properly, they got ready.

As they headed out into the sacred cities and bustling streets, Percy made sure to have Silena walking at his side; instead of trailing him as she had initially tried. Anything else would have been way too weird.

As they walked Silena first tentatively, then quite adamantly, continued to question everything camp-related. Who was dating who? What was going on? How was Chiron doing? She also seemed quite interested to hear about New Rome and offered passing interest in visiting it, which Percy made a mental note of.

Before long, they worked their way through the stores on Olympus and Percy realized how lucky he was that Annabeth hadn't expected this of him. He also noted with some amusement how quickly progressed from being her owner to her bag carrier.

Percy spent most of his time just standing or sitting around while Silena tore through the store's merchandise, disappearing countless times into changing rooms and expecting Percy to tell her what he liked. It was a quite unsettling realization that he enjoyed himself as Silena reappeared again and again in different well-fitting outfits that seemed to show more and more skin as they got closer to the swimming wear.

When Silena came out of the cabin in a simple black bikini, his pants started feeling uncomfortably tight. Percy was quite aware of the hungry looks Silena was getting from some of the other male customers and the jealous looks he was getting. Not that he could hold it against them. Silena had a body that rivaled any bikini model. Despite her short stature, Silena had a mouthwatering hourglass body, and a firm-looking, nicely shaped ass, with toned shapely legs that reached all the way to Canada. She had always been athletic, and though recovering from death she looked the part.

"So, what do you think? Silena asked innocently, turning around and showing the garment.

"Ahm, yeah," Percy mumbled, slightly distracted. "It's nice." It was hardly his most graceful moment, as both Silena's owner and a man. There was a new uncomfortable bulge in his pants. In his defense, he reacted much the same way when Annabeth first got naked in front of him, and Annabeth lacked Silena's skills as a seductress.

To his great shame though, it wasn't of Annabeth that he thought that moment.

The employee and Silena only laughed. To Percy, it seemed as if the two women had been purposefully torturing him.

"I think he approves," Silena announced lightly and disappeared into the cabin. The next piece of swimwear she returned in was a lot less revealing. It was a form-fitting black one-piece with a zipper in the back that was clearly designed for athletic activities. That wasn't what he saw, though.

Percy could almost see his fingers brushing over her smooth, flawless skin in front of his mind's eye. He could almost imagine the taste of her perfectly shaped lips and imagine what it felt like to have her naked body pressed against his.

These were truly shameful thoughts, and he knew it. Ones that crept forth, and belonged banished to the darkest corners of his mind. Sadly, merely knowing that he literally owned the subject of his desires made those thoughts much more potent. In his shameful fantasies, Percy was already taking Silena back to his residence where he would live out every dark fantasy he had. The worst part was that the only thing separating fantasy from reality was his initiative and he was undeniably temped.

With an uncomfortable tightness in his jeans, Percy forced those unforgivable thoughts aside and looked up, only to realize that Silena was looking down at him expectantly. He hadn't even noticed that she had changed out of the swimwear and back into her dress.

Percy paid for Silena's clothes, and they continued in uncomfortable silence. At their last stop of the day, Silena bought a surprisingly modest amount of makeup. When asked, she only said that she could work with less and had already spent enough of his money on her behalf. When Percy tried to encourage her to pamper herself a bit, she only smiled lightly and patted his arm, which sent painful tingles down his arm.

So, laden with a heavy burden of shopping bags, they made their way back home and arrived shortly before sunset.

There, sitting on the marble stairs leading up to his door, sat Percy's favorite cousin. The huntress wore her usual attire. Combat boots, gray jeans, and a silvery camo jacket with a war bow and a quiver of arrows slung over her back. A silver band rested on her head. She had dropped the goth/punk part, and Percy realized she was actually reasonably pretty.

"Sup, Pinecone face," Percy greeted her, grinning from ear to ear. Thalia looked up and sighed.

"Kelphead, up for a drink? Welcome back to the world of the living Silena!"

"Sure," Percy said. He unlocked the door, and invited her in.

"Wow," Thalia announced and hung her bow and arrows onto the weapons rack at the door. "Artemis forgot to mention how sweet this place is.."

"You are welcome anytime, Thalia."

Thalia turned around and embraced him tightly for a moment. "You've been hiding from everyone," Thalia accused him.

"With your permission, I would go out get the girl's stuff," Silena asked and when Percy nodded, she hurried back out into the city. "We'll talk later." The daughter of Aphrodite called over her shoulder.

Thalia looked after her thoughtfully for a moment.

"I think she might be embarrassed with the situation," Percy explained apologetically. "Give her some time."

Thalia only shrugged and then looked at Percy. "You know, everyone misses you."

"I am trying to reevaluate my future existence," Percy explained and the two of them sat down at the bar counter. "How is the rest of the gang doing?"

Thalia Grace shrugged. "Haven't seen most of them recently. Hazel is doing fine so far. Jason too, he's going back to school. I thought you were planning to as well."

Percy raised an eyebrow. "I am a god now. No reason to hurry."

Thalia shrugged. "Can't say that I blame you. I didn't continue with school either. Now to the Annabeth thing..."

Percy sighed, "I don't hate her anything. Who am I kidding, I love her. But right now I am doing my best not to think about her."

Thalia raised her hands in surrender and Percy poured each of them a glass of the expensive liquid. "So, do you need me to catch you up on what I know about local gossip?" Thalia asked and took a deep swig from the glass and made a face.

"I am more of a Cocktail girl," she finally admitted and earned a chuckle from Percy. "So is Silena," he muttered.

"I'll take the gossip...:" Percy finally announced and turned to face his cousin.

"Well, word at camp is that you are engaged to Artemis," Thalia started, and Percy spewed a mouthful of whiskey.

"What?" Percy spluttered.

"Yeah, believe me. Artemis was just as surprised to learn of her engagement as you are."

Percy couldn't help himself and started laughing. "By the fates, can you imagine? They'd have to put her in chains and drag her to the altar!"

Grinning, Thalia shook her head slowly. "I am sure the Wedding night would have been a blast as well. Cabin ten was thrilled, even offered to design Artemis's dress."

"I am sure Artemis was grateful," Percy commented dryly.

"Ever so," Thalia confirmed and sniggered. "She said that as flattered she would be to be considered worthy of your hand, she would regretfully have to cause a scene at the wedding and would hope for your assistance."

Percy made a small mock salute and raised his glass.

"What am I missing? Leo and Calypso have constantly been arguing. Truth be told, I think that the only reason why Caly and Leo are still together is that Calypso is off to high school. Nothing against Leo but honestly, I don't really see what Calypso sees in him. They are the least likely romance I have ever seen. According to Hazel, Piper and Jason also hit a rough patch as well. Between the two of us, I still have my fingers crossed on recruiting her to the hunt. It was hard to get good recruits after the San Juan incident. We lost a lot of our most experienced members. If Zoe were still around, I think she would handle Orion a lot better..."

"Don't think like that. As epic as Zoe was she fought her battle; Orion was yours. From what I hear, you did well enough," Percy reasoned. "The fates know, I have lost my fair share of people down the line."

Thalia raised a freshly refilled glass at Percy, and they bumped their glasses. "To absent friends?" Thalia asked.

"To absent friends," Percy agreed, and they clinked glasses.

Silena Beauregard

With as much of a graceful exit as she could muster, Silena skittered away from an undoubtedly tense moment. She may only be a lowly domestic slave now but neither did she wish to suffer a high-nosed huntress's scorn, or worse, her pitty. How could it not be? Not only was Thalia a hunter, but the lieutenant of them all! Cheeks burning red in shame and ears burning from self-inflicted resentment, she made haste to vacate the scene.

Silena's first stop was straightforward enough, the pharmacy or apothecary was right around the corner and any girl could understand why Percy was the last man she wanted at her side there. She remembered how awkward her father had been when she had first asked him to get her feminine hygiene products from the drugstore. Or his pained expression when they were in town together, and she bought contraceptives at the pharmacy, something she had been using just in case long before ever starting to date for real. In the world of Greek mythology, one could never be too careful.

She repressed the urge to giggle at the thought of Percy, her master and now only viable partner, at her side as she made her purchases. She couldn't bear the potential expression of shame bound to carve itself into his quite handsome face should she even hint to him that their relationship has essentially labeled him as the owner of everything about her, even her sexuality. She might as well have struck him in the face with an open hand.

To his credit, he tried quite hard to hide how badly he wanted her. Unfortunately, Percy Jackson had never been much of a liar.

With her purchases made Silena hurried further up the city spire and found the boutique she had once noticed during her last life, but never thought she would ever see from the inside.

This was another one of those stores that one would have forced her to visit with Percy. It would have been just as humiliating to her as for him. Truthfully, Silena herself didn't quite know why she was there in the first place apart from playing her role as a diligent servant and anticipating her master's needs.

Silena entered the stoor and looked around, her gaze brushing over the elaborate exhibits and mannequins until she found the saleswoman, a brunette nymph, standing behind the counter. "Good evening," Silena greeted the nymph politely and smiled.

"Hey there, how may I help you?" The employee replied.

"I am looking for something for the man in my life," Silena replied evenly, deciding not to elaborate on their exact relationship, and approached the closest exhibit.

"Is there anything particular you are looking for? My name is Maple, by the way."

"Silena," Silena introduced herself. "Not really sure. Something nice...his favorite color is blue?"

The nymph's eyes widened. "Silena Beauregard?" the nymph asked. "That hero from the Titan war? I thought you were dead!"

Silena shrugged, blushing awkwardly. She hadn't anticipated being recognized. "I wouldn't go that far, and I was, but they brought me back."

The nymph threw her arm out in a wide circle. "I would love to help you but blue isn't much to go on. You will find everything from lacy undergarments to leather bodysuits."

"Perhaps you will allow me to help my daughter find what she is looking for," A very familiar voice greeted them from behind.

Both girls jumped in surprise and spun around to see Aphrodite standing close behind them. "I am quite sure we can find something that will be to his taste."

"Mother!" Silena gasped, standing frozen solid.

The goddess looked at her patiently. "Sweety, I wanted to talk to my favorite daughter and this seems like the best excuse to." The goddess explained and glanced at the saleswoman. "Would you be so kind as to give us the room?" She asked although it was abundantly clear that this was a command.

"Yes, my Lady," The nymph squeaked and sped off.

"Do you really think I wish to pick out lingerie with my mother?" She asked, keeping her voice neutral. Her burning cheeks made an effort quite pointless.

Aphrodite cocked her head quickly and Silena sighed, giving up. "Very well, so, what do you think he would like..?"

The goddess led her to the far corner and started sifting through sparkling and skimpy panties. "I see you are still a maiden so I take it he hasn't forced himself on you. Or is he making you prepare yourself... Has he been treating you well?" The goddess quickly asked in a low voice.

"Not that it would be any of your business, but no. Percy has been a perfect gentleman," Silena replied, not knowing why she suddenly felt so defensive. "He hasn't made any advances whatsoever."

"Then why are you seeking to buy lingerie?" Aphrodite asked pointedly.

"Mother.." Silena complained and then sighed deeply. "He is my owner and I prefer to be prepared." She decided to leave out that despite still being crazy about Annabeth, it was fairly obvious that Percy wanted her.

Silena had every intention of maintaining her discretion. Strictly speaking, it was none of her mother's business what Percy did or didn't do with her or, in this case, wanted to do with her.

"You are still grieving over that son of Hephaestus, aren't you?"

"Maybe I am just a devious slave trying to seek her master's favor and improve my lot by stealing his heart," Silena ignored her mother's question as they continued on down the rows of shelves.

"No, you aren't..." Aphrodite said bluntly and then switched topics. "Drew would have it in her but you don't. Partly why I considered offering her the position of a concubine to Perseus until Hades brought you back. Now, darling. You aren't looking for one set of lingerie. You are looking for multiple sets fitting different occasions. I recall you said blue was his favorite color? What are you really hoping to be to Percy? A wife?"

"Mom, I swore to Percy that I would be his loyal servant and make his life easier in any way I could. I know why Hades also chose a daughter of Aphrodite..." Silena blushed furiously, trying hard to find the words to describe her position delicately. "So if Percy ever requests any sexual favors, I would prefer to be prepared. See it as a reward for saving the world twice. I don't know what I want, Percy is handsome, and kind, and I am lonely and maybe I just need something life-affirming after the underworld."

She sighed. "I never slept with any of the boys I loved, not even Charlie. I wanted to, but there were countless reasons not to. It just never seemed right... it's just now there is an excellent excuse to do it. I am literally his slave after all..."

The goddess seemed to be only mildly amused at her daughter's confusion and predicament. "You aren't making much sense, dear," She said and stopped at a top shelf and pulled a set of lacy dark blue bra and panties fashioned from a tight netted mesh embroidered with flowery symbolism.

"This is something you can wear under your everyday clothes. Don't worry, I know your size. I have a few quite similar sets for when I go out on dates and suspect that things might get interesting afterward. It is modest enough to leave up quite a lot to the imagination, and it'll be quite easy for Percy to open when the time comes," Aphrodite explained, apparently oblivious to how awkward her daughter felt.

They then stopped, and Aphrodite picked out two more sets. "Your pajamas. In case you plan to spend the night with him,... Silk, simple, esthetic, show off what you have to offer while again leaving quite a lot for the imagination and for him to unpack. The first one you wish to seem more natural yet enticing. The other should you feel bold and wish to get the message across. Let us face it; your owner is quite oblivious."

Aphrodite had picked out a light-dark blue nightgown that reached down to her mid-thighs. A small but neat bow of the same color was placed right between where her breasts would be. The shoulder straps could be clasped behind the wearer's neck to keep the back free, and the bust area was embroidered with artful circular patterns.

The second was a very light skirt that would barely reach her tights if she wore it. While the bust area was made out of a thicker meshed fabric, embroidered with white and blue flowers, the silk gown itself was almost completely transparent. The set was completed with a set of comparatively simple blue panties.

After dumping the three outfits in her daughter's arms, Aphrodite looked her daughter over.

"Now to the interesting part," the goddess mused, clearly enjoying herself considerably.

"Wait here. I've got this," Aphrodite then announced, but Silena followed anyway.

They finally stopped in front of an glass vitrine mannequin with a very similar body type to Silena's. When she saw what adorned the figurine, her jaw dropped. Had Aphrodite abandoned her sense of decency?

"You have got to be joking," Silena gasped, looking at her mother wide-eyed.

The bra seemed to be embroidered with dozens of sapphires, each cup adorned in ornate floral patterns. A matching thong offered decent coverage to her pubic area but left absolutely nothing else to the imagination, what with the thin straps to hold it on her body. Sheer onyx stockings meant to stress her legs would be held by the final piece, a garter in the same shade of blue bound to make any straight man's mouth water.

Though that would have already been more than Silena would have been comfortable wearing, Aphrodite saw fit to complete it with a pair of jet-black four-inch stilettos and a necklace, the silver medallion hanging from the ornate string embroidered with what looked like diamonds and a large sapphire. Overall, Silena wasn't sure if she should be impressed with her mental picture or ashamed that this near whorish outfit seemed tailor-made for her and her needs. Whorish wasn't the right word. Royal mistress? Royal escort? Imperial Concubine?

"I think you will know when to use this... you could even wear this under a more elaborate dress if you had to," Aphrodite mused.

"Mother, you are making it sound like I am planning on seducing him," Silena protested. "I was only hoping to have something nice on hand in case Percy made certain requests. This is probably more worth than I am..."

Aphrodite pondered the comment as if it were an academic question. "I think you sell yourself short, darling. You would be the prize sale on any auction."

The young woman looked at her mother in exasperation. "Do you ever listen to yourself? This is by far out of the budget that I can hope Percy won't ask any questions over..."

This time it was the goddess's turn to look exasperated. "Obviously, I will be the one buying this stuff for you. See it as an anonymous gift to your owner. And we have got to get you that slave Leia costume over there. I don't know why but the young men of this generation seem to love it. Maybe it is the leash? Who knows, perhaps lord Perseus might acquire a taste for having a slave."

"Mother!" Silena protested feebly but knew better than to hope to stop the goddess.

Knowing full well that there was no stopping the goddess, Silena gave up and let Aphrodite call over the saleswoman. If she put up any fuss, Aphrodite might corner Percy and start demanding grandchildren or something. For better or worse, the goddess rarely seemed to care for Olympus' customs and conventions.

After making the phrase, Aphrodite and Silena stepped out of the door. "If Percy doesn't treat you right, let me know," the goddess said.

"I am sure he will. Once again, even if he doesn't, it would be none of your business."

With a playful spark in her eyes, the goddess embraced Silena before walking off down the street. All that was left for her to do was stand in stunned silence and ask herself what all that had just been about.

So, burdened with a bag filled with content that weighed heavy on her heart, she made her back home to find a tipsy Thalia Grace joking around with her master.

She used the moment to slip downstairs unseen to her new room and stashed the newest phrases at the very back of her wardrobe. Who knew, perhaps she would never use them.

Chapter Text

Percy Jackson

After bidding a tipsy Thalia Grace goodbye and ending up escorting her back to Artemis's residence, Percy left Olympus for the first time since taking possession of his very own palace. Being a god came with a few perks. One of them was being able to cut down on travel time. Only a few seconds passed between walking out of his front door Olympus and appearing walking down a residential road in the outskirts of New York City in a brilliant golden flash. Not that he could teleport quite yet, but Apollo had given him a few charms that could take him to a select number of locations.

A few houses were down the road. He reached his destination, a relatively new two-floor house. The god climbed the stairs and rang the doorbell. After a few seconds, the door was answered by his former English teacher.

"Good evening, Paul. Is mom home?" Percy asked.

"Oh, hi, Percy. Ahm, Lord Perseus? What do you go by these days?" the middle-aged man asked.

"Just Percy..."

"Yes, she is. Come in!" The teacher turned around. "Sally, Percy is here!"

Percy met his mother in the living room, the slender woman approaching him and embracing him firmly. "There you are! You've been quite silent over the past few weeks. Annabeth explained what happened. I hope you aren't upset that we still see seeing each other. We've grown quite close. She's been helping me with something..."

Percy had overheard that last part and might have seen what he would only learn later. He wasn't surprised by the first part. He knew Annabeth and his mother were quite close. The daughter of Athena had found something of a nurturing mother figure in Sally Jackson, and his mother had found a daughter in Annabeth.

"That is the least of my problems right now. Can we talk? I need your advice..."

Sally smiled. "Let me make you a hot chocolate."

Seven minutes later, they were both seated on the living-room couch, mugs of the steaming brown beverage clutched in their hands. "So, Percy. What is on your mind? Is this about Annabeth?"

"Indirectly, yes," Percy confirmed. "Remember Silena Beauregard?" Percy asked.

"The one that died? I met her when I picked you up from camp. Lovely young lady, and ever so polite. Had quite a long chat with her father. Terrible what happened to her. What about her?"

"Well, I now have my own residence on Olympus, and when I explored the house and found her..."

"You mean her body?" Sally asked, horrified.

"No, lord Hades brought her back to be my slave... and now we are more or less stuck with each other."

His mother stared at him with shock, and Percy was grateful that she allowed him to finish the tale and explain the situation. Of her being stuck with him and how she had even sworn a separate oath of loyalty to him. He left the part of his darker urges out, seeing as he didn't see how they were relevant in any way.

His mother and Paul, who had joined them to the beginning of his tale, sat there in silence.

"Gods, that poor girl..." Sally breathed.

"Well, she seems happy enough. Apparently, slavery is better than Asphodel," Percy said defensively. "I don't know what to do. I also don't want to ruin my chances of getting Annabeth back..."

Sally sighed. "For now, just do right by that poor girl. I trust that you won't take advantage of her..."

"Of course not," Percy promised. "What am I going to tell Annabeth..."

His mother looked up at him with tired eyes. "You will just have to tell her the truth. I am sure she will understand."

"I sure hope so."

"Why don't you just talk to her.." Sally started.

"Sure, if Annabeth comes to me," Percy shot back. He wasn't an overly prideful man, but even he had his limits. Getting put on ice, especially when he had done nothing wrong, didn't sit too well with him.

In the end, Percy ended up staying at his mother's for more than an hour, longer than he had initially intended to. But finally, it was time. He kissed his mother on the forehead, departed the mortal world, and returned to his divine one where he found Silena busy at work, vacuuming the floor.

"Percy, do you need anything?" Silena asked, interrupting her work to attend to her master.

"Did you get what you needed?" Percy asked.

The dark-haired young woman nodded. "I have," she confirmed.

"You know, you are free to kick back and relax," Percy offered.

"Percy, I am your only servant, and this is a huge place. If you want me to kick back and relax, you should find yourself a few more servants!" Silena suddenly snapped at him.

Percy smiled sheepishly and scratched the back of his head, trying to disarm her anger and anxiety. "I should be the one apologizing to you. Trying to be nice to you aside, I have been treating you quite poorly, making you do all the dirty work." Percy announced his mother's word concerning doing right by Silena, still fresh on his memory. What did that mean?

His attempts to appease her clearly hadn't worked because the pretty girl pursed her lips and then glared at him. "While I'm incredibly grateful for all of the kindness you've offered me, being your servant is the main reason I exist at the moment. Just let me do it and sleep easier for it, knowing that I won't wake up back in the underworld." she was glaring at him now, and Percy realized that he had somehow angered her even more.

"So you are really alright with just being the servant around here?" he asked in an attempt to salvage the situation.

"Just being the servant," Silena mocked his words. "I can be whatever I want to be, provided you don't decide to be a huge dick. A friend to you as well, if you will allow me. I can pursue my own interests, go after my hobbies. However, to be anything other than dead, I need you to let me honor my part of the bargain and be your slave. I do not need saving, Percy Jackson." she growled, her cheeks flushed in anger.

She looked cute in her anger, unlike Annabeth, who could be downright scary. It was those stormy gray eyes, Percy decided. They made you question how much your life was worth at that moment. Silena didn't have those.

Just then, her eyes widened, and she clasped a hand over her mouth in shock.

"Gods, I just stepped way out of line. I am so sorry..." Silena gasped, looking around panicky as if someone might have overheard her mouthing off to her owner and run to snitch to Hades.

"It's fine, I was being an inconsiderate dumbass. I will try to let you do your thing and not be an ass about it."

Percy quickly vacated the screen to allow Silena to cool off with some dignity and spent some time sitting at the pool before retiring to the media room, where he took full advantage of the Netflix account set up in his name and did his best to banish the confusing topic of women out of his mind.

"Hey, Percy?" Silena asked quietly from the entrance to the media room, maybe an hour later.

He looked around and spotted the daughter of Aphrodite enter. She had changed into something lighter, a simple T-shirt, pajama pants that almost reached her knees, and flip-flops. Her breasts were thrown in clear relief as the fabric stretched over them. Her hair was open and flowed down her shoulders like a shimmering waterfall. With her makeup gone, Silena seemed to unleash her natural beauty, not that she was any less sexy.

"Ahm, Silena," Percy stuttered, his mouth suddenly very dry again.

He tore his gaze away from her curves and back up to her face. "Sorry about snapping at you earlier. I do not know what came over me there." She smiled apologetically and held out a tray filled with snacks and refreshments. Truth be told, he was more interested in her than the snacks at that point.

"It's alright. Are you still working?"

Silena nodded. "Yes, the shopping trip messed up my timetable," Silena explained. "I need to do some catching up..."

Percy looked the young woman over and noticed how tired she looked. "Would you be upset if I demanded that my beautiful servant sat down here with me and watched Young Sheldon?" He asked cautiously.

Silena bit her lower lip. "No..."

"Well, then. Attend me, woman!" He commanded.

She smiled sheepishly, smoothly pushed a strand of hair behind her ear, and walked over to him.

Placing the platter in front of them on the table, Silena then awkwardly sat down next to him and folded her long, cleanly shaven legs as he leaned back deep into the cushions of the couch.

"Is this like a derivative of Big Bang Theory?" Silena suddenly asked, confusion written across her face.

"It is," Percy confirmed.

"Oh," Silena explained and sat up with renewed interest. "Gods, I have missed so much. I used to love that show."

In the dim light of the flickering screen, Silena didn't notice that his attention was very much on her while her as they watched the show. He had become very aware of how close they were sitting, their arms touching ever so slightly.

Silena seemed to relax more and more, pulling her knees up to her chest as time passed. Her body seemed to melt against his, all tension slowly fading from her until her head came to rest on his chest, her body curled up against his. Finally, it became fairly obvious that Silena's exhaustion was getting the better of her because she curled up, yawning deeply.

Surprised, Percy tried to get a good look at the young woman before he realized that she had fallen asleep. Percy was afraid to move for a few long moments, very aware of how her ample breasts pressed against his torso. She looked peaceful in her slumber and breathtakingly beautiful in the pale light. On another day, the setting might have soothed his troubled soul. Unfortunately for him, Silena lay in a manner that offered him a perfect view down her cleavage.

The strain in his pants was slowly growing increasingly uncomfortable and her hand, gently resting on his thigh, wasn't helping much. Just when Percy thought he couldn't bear it anymore, the young woman started snoring.

That seemed to break the spell the sleeping daughter of love had cast over him for some reason. Finally could relax enough to gently put an arm around her slender waist and hold her.

In hindsight, it was one of his prouder moments as a man and a god. That night he scooped the sleeping woman up into his arms and carried her back to the room he had occupied, and put her down to rest in her own bed. She awoke as he put her down and tucked her in but only mumbled something almost incoherent that sounded suspiciously like "Mercy," pulled the blanket closer, and fell right back asleep.

Boy, what had he gotten himself into with Silena? He couldn't get rid of her, even if he wanted to, and it seemed just as unlikely that he would find absolution for his desires.

Despite his trepidations, Percy left the room feeling quite pleased with himself. Once he had left the room and the door was closed behind him, Percy felt as if the weight of the world had been lifted from his shoulders.

Taking a deep breath, Percy ran a hand through his hair and rubbed his temple. Silena? Annabeth? One might presume that the gods didn't have girl problems; Percy could now attest to the contrary.

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Silena Beauregard

The next morning Silena woke up in her bed, not quite sure how she had gotten there. She lay there for a few minutes, putting flashes of memory into chronological order. She realized that Percy had probably carried her to bed. The thought made her blush slightly, but she rose from bed anyway, took a quick shower, put on some light makeup, and pulled on some fresh clothes. The view from the window promised a warm and sunny day, and seeing as the top deck, how she liked to call it, dominated her cleaning schedule for the day, she pulled on her new vibrant purple bikini with the strings tied to a bow behind her neck and short cut jeans.

A glance at her Alarm clock told her that she was more than two hours late. Damn... .

After slipping into flip-flops, she hastily prepared breakfast for Percy and burst into his bedroom only to find the bed empty.

Silena Beauregard cursed in a rather unladylike manner and set it down. Then she spotted the discarded clothes on the floor and frowned with disapproval. God or not, surely Percy should be capable of cleaning after himself. Silena sighed and picked up his jeans, shirt, and boxershorts and tossed them on the bed, and set down the platter as well. If Percy had left a mess here... .

The daughter of Aphrodite continued on to the bathroom, her gaze lowered to the floor, and she opened the door, briskly stepping into the room, and found herself staring at a pair of feet. Silena froze, her gaze sweeping up well-shaped calves until she realized she was face to face with her completely naked master.

For a brief moment, Silena lost her composure, a surprised scream cut off short as her jaw dropped. She knew Percy was in good shape but seeing him completely naked exposed his truly divine physique, each muscle in his torso shimmering through his dripping wet tanned skin. While the torso alone might have been enough to have half of her sisters running for ice cubes, her gaze froze on the formidable veiny package.

"Ahm...well...I..," Silena stuttered, her mouth suddenly very dry as she tried to form words as the seconds ticked by ever so slowly. It was the strangest sensation. Goosebumps seemed to appear all over her skin, and the room seemed awfully warm all of a sudden. Her toes curling, the only thoughts that appeared to be able to intrude her blank mind wear stupid things like "had she brushed her hair that morning."

"Fuck, Silena!" Percy cursed and lunged from the shower's door for a towel.

Usually, she would have scolded him for his foul language. Snapping out of her stupor Silena spun around and bounded back out, slamming the door behind her.

The girl almost collapsed against the wall, pushing her hair out of her face and then covering her mouth with her hand, a stupid grin spreading across her face and her cheeks flushing bright pink. What had just happened?

"Breakfast is on your bed!" Silena yelled through her door and then hurried off, her panties feeling uncomfortably moist.

"Oh gods," Silena muttered herself, her cheeks flushing an even deeper shade of red.

She quickly hurried back upstairs and was eager to take any excuse not to discuss the incident with Percy and stepped out into the morning sunlight to begin with her day's cleaning routine. She began with pushing back the deck chairs to scrub the area around the pool. Unfortunately, the chore wasn't particularly challenging, and her idle mind quickly went back to naked Percy, imagining what it would be like if he touched her, wrapped those muscular arms around her from behind to kiss her neck, or have those strong hands exploring her body.

When she realized what dangerous territory her fantasies had wandered off to she grimaced, trying to shake off that strange pressure in her low abdomen. "What are you doing, girl," Silena chided herself. "Don't be stupid; it's just a penis...!"

Shaking her head at her own antics and trying to ignore that wetness in her panties, she tried to focus her mind on the task ahead. As if to make her situation worse, Percy chose that moment to step out into the sunlight.

Smiling, the God walked over. She ignored him as long as possible, steeling herself to avoid another embarrassing situation.

"Good morning, Silena," Percy greeted her awkwardly.

"I am so sorry," Silena burst out. "I should have knocked!"

Percy looked down at his feet for a moment and smiled awkwardly. "Probably," he agreed. "Don't worry about it."

Silena bit her lip. "Is there anything you need?" she asked.

"Not right now," Percy assured her. "I am going out with Apollo. Should be back in the early afternoon."

"Okay, ..." she said and awkwardly looked down at her feet.

Silena tried not to, by the Styx, she really did. Sadly she couldn't help herself but peak after him as he walked off, her gaze settling a bit lower than could be considered appropriate.

Once he was safely out of visual range, she allowed herself a few minutes to sort her mind and decided that there was nothing to be worried about. She was neither the first nor the last girl that got flustered or horny over a hot guy. In her defense, her guy problem was a very attractive one and, at the time, an entirely naked god.

For most of her life, cleaning had been enough to keep herself occupied. It had also served to establish and enforce order in her chaotic and uncertain existence. Be it as a young child with a father that still hadn't gotten over Aphrodite inevitably leaving him. Or entering the high-pressure environment that was school life and navigating that truly toxic maze of cliques and an ever-changing social etiquette that she had been quite poorly equipped to navigate due to lacking a certain ruthlessness and being hampered by ADHD.

At camp, everyone always seemed to assume that she had her shit together, that she was the popular girl back home as well. Truth be told, just like many of her kin, Camp Halfblood had been the first place where she had established a permanent social circle and made her first real friends. Katie, her somewhat little sister Annabeth, then Charlie, and after a few years also Percy. The Titan war and her misdeeds and poor choices had driven her close to suicide on one occasion. During that final phase of her life, Silena had been almost obsessively compulsive on the matter.

However, what had served to maintain her sanity for so many years seem to finally fail her. Before long, forbidden thoughts of the new man in her life invaded her head once again, and no amount of scrubbing could stop Silena from imagining what it would be like to have Percy Jackson's undivided attention. The craziest part was that she had never really had these fantasies about Charlie, despite still very much loving him. It was that topic that finally turned her sweet fantasies bitter.

Charlie, a topic that she had steered well clear off for the past few days. However, she knew that the timer was running down and she would have to work that up sooner rather than later.

Unwelcome feelings threatened to overwhelm her carefully maintained emotional status quo, and she might have finally broken down then and there if someone hadn't chosen that moment to ring the doorbell.

After wiping away a few stray tears, the daughter of Aphrodite headed towards the front door, half expecting to find Percy returning early.

Instead, she found herself face to face with a pretty olive-skinned girl. It took Silena a moment to place the ethnicity but finally realized that this girl was Native American. Judging by the orange Camp Half-Blood shirt, she was probably a demigoddess. Silena noted that she had quite remarkable eyes.

"Hello?" Silena asked, mentally slapping herself for not wearing a shirt over the bikini.

"Is this Percy's place?" the girl asked.

"You are?" Silena asked bluntly. She wasn't usually this rude, but she wasn't about to hand just hand out information to a stranger, no matter how easily accessible that information was.

"Ahm Piper Mclean," The girl introduced herself. "So this isn't Percy's place?"

Silena sighed, finally making the connection. So this was the infamous Piper Mclean, her half-sister. "Ah, he mentioned you, and yes, it is..." Silena replied awkwardly.

"You are?" Piper countered. Piper Mclean's eyes widened as recognition struck. "Gods, you are Silena Beauregard? Aren't you supposed to be dead?"

Silena shrugged. "I do hate to fall short of expectations."

"Oh gods no," Piper exclaimed apologetically. "I just meant that I totally thought you were dead."

"I was,... now I am lord Peresus's humble servant."

"Humble servant?" Piper asked suspiciously, her gaze wandering over Silena's revealing attire. Silena knew that Piper had understood her euphemism for what it was.

"Percy isn't too pleased either about the arrangement," she explained hastily. It strictly speaking wasn't her place to share, but Silena felt obliged to defend Percy's honor on the matter. She wouldn't have his good reputation tarnished over her decisions.

"Is he here?" Piper Mclean finally pressed.

"I hate to disappoint you, but no. If you like, you can come inside and wait..."

Piper smiled. "I would be happy to."

"This is place is pretty sweet," Piper admitted as Silena led her half-sister through the atrium and into the inner courtyard.

"Feel free to take a seat at the pool. Anything to drink?" Silena asked.

Piper smirked but shook her head. "No, thank you. I've heard so much about you," Piper admitted. "You know, I am currently the head counselor of the Aphrodite cabin. You are still everywhere there. They all miss you...especially since Drew... ."

Silena Beauregard frowned. "After all that has happened? My gods, I wouldn't want them to grieve over me after all this time."

Piper shrugged. "I hate to break it to you, but your footsteps are hard to fill around camp. Even if having Drew as a predecessor makes me look great in comparison."

Silena frowned, "I know Drew has always been a piece of work but cut her..." Silena trailed off.

The two young women sat down on the deckchairs. Silena figured that she really needed to get back to work, but it would be rude to just leave Piper waiting there alone, so she joined her half-sister at the pool. "So, what do you do here?" Piper asked, clearly fishing for gossip. Silena almost smiled. No matter how formidable, a daughter of Aphrodite would always be a daughter of Aphrodite.

"Oh, I merrily keep the place in order," Silena explained, catching her innuendo. "How is everyone doing? Travis and Katie still together?"

"Oh, they are," Piper confirmed. "And as cheesy as ever. Travis now eats his cereal."

Silena grinned. "Everyone eats their cereal around Katie."

It was easy to like Piper, very easy. Much like herself, she seemed to carry her heart open for the world to see, even if her sister seemed a tad more aggressive. Finally, well into the afternoon, her glorious overlord was heard from again. He definitely looked glorious, Silena privately thought to herself.

"Piper," he asked, sounding equally surprised and cautious as if the prospect of daughters of Aphrodite turning up in his life uninvited had been furrowy ruined for him.

"How are you doing?" she asked awkwardly, and Silena found herself musing that she wouldn't much mind being in those arms.

"Still kicking..." Percy replied sheepishly. "You?'

"Not so well," Piper admitted.

"Can we talk,...alone?" she asked, glancing at Silena. "No offense..."

"None was taken," Silena said smiled. "I will give the two of you some space." Silena hurried off before her thoughts could take any further detours and end up in horny jail.

Percy Jackson

Even walking off Silena was a distraction, Percy noted. Her long toned pail legs, that ass that seemed to demand to be slapped, and slender waist.

He tore his gaze away and looked down at Piper, who seemed too occupied with her problems to notice Percy sexually objectifying her sister.

"Ahm, so. What can I do for you, Ms. McLean?" he asked and earned a raised eyebrow.

"Have you heard anything from Jason?" She asked bluntly. "I know the two of you aren't been the closest of friends but ..."

"No,..." Percy admitted hesitantly, clueless as to where this was heading.

"So he didn't say anything?" Piper pressed.

"No," Percy promised her. "What's going on?"

Piper nervously rubbed her hands together. "I know we were never that close but apparently you are a good guy to talk to...you know not overly judgmental," she started.

Percy nodded, encouraging her to carry on. "Well, there is this girl at my school..." she started. "And she is a really cute blond, and I think I developed a small crush on her."

Percy bit his lower lip and clearly mistook his silence. "Nothing ever happened," Piper rambled. "I know I have a boyfriend and I immediately backed off and went no contact when I realized that things were getting complicated."

"I wasn't making any accusations," Percy assured her, and they sat back down, ignoring the part that Piper likely was hoping to convey.

"So, what is Jason's problem?" he asked mildly. "So you like boobies too, another thing the two of you might have in common." It was an innocent comment that seemed to dim her mood even more.

"I don't know. I don't see him being homophobic or anything, he is fine with Nico," Piper explained, sounding quite distraught at this point.

"He just threw this huge tantrum yesterday and has been giving me the cold shoulder. When I asked what the problem was, he said and I quote: "Absolutely nothing!"

"Well, it does seem like he is upset," Percy agreed and scratched his chin. "I'd love to help, but I never got the measure of the guy. Nothing against him, we get along well enough..."

"I know this is bad timing, but what would you have done if Annabeth told you she was bi?"

Percy shrugged. "Asked her what kind of breasts she liked? Starting hoping for a three-way? I don't think I would care, I trusted her completely and I still do. Maybe Jason is insecure about competition. Let us face it; you girls are intimidating."

Piper bit her lip. "Can you keep a secret? It's nothing bad, just really personal."

Percy sighed. "Sure."

"Well, Jason made a move on me, a few weeks ago...:" she started.

"You are a couple..." Percy pointed out helpfully.

"I mean like sex. Things were just great, clothes were coming off and things were being touched...you know...and I got cold feet when it was time to go third base..."

"And Jason has been upset ever since?" Percy inquired.

"Oh no,...well maybe. He seemed disappointed, can't blaim him for that. But not mad. He didn't say anything; it's just been bizarre and awkward ever since. You think I've pushed him over the edge?"

Percy shrugged. "How should I know? Did you start that make-out session?"

"No," Piper insisted.

"Well, I don't know. Then, I really am not in the position to judge."

Piper raised an eyebrow. "You know, for a god, you are not that useful?"

"You know, for a daughter of Aphrodite, you are astoundingly bad at your relationship?" Percy mocked back. "Anyway, how is Oklahoma?"

Piper shrugged. "It's fine. Truth be told, I am more of a big city girl. I find myself missing LA." Piper admitted. "Thanks for coming out all the way to help with the move. I am currently looking for Colleges, got a spot at NYU. I'd be a lot closer to camp there if anything bad happens..."

Percy grinned. "So we might be seeing more of you on the East Coast?"

"Well, dad said he'd cut me off if I stayed in Oklahoma. Got a new drug epidemic on the Rez, and dad is friends with the County Sheriff. He's paranoid about me getting into trouble... Now it's like the Sheriff's department and Rez PD are basically babysitting me. I had a study group over shortly before graduating, and a bunch of Deputies came by and made sure I wasn't doing drugs..."

"Well, you do have a tendency...-" "Oh, not you too!" Piper snapped, and he raised his hands in surrender.

"Now, back to the topic at hand. What are you going to do about Jason?" he asked.

Piper shrugged helplessly. "I don't know. I have nothing to apologize for. It is most certainly my right to deny sex if I am not feeling up to it, and just being Bi is nothing I feel I should apologize for..."

"You shouldn't," Percy agreed, deciding to join in on Piper's righteous indignation. "On either account."

Piper sighed. "Romance is dead!"

Percy raised his glass of coke. "Amen to that. Let us hope that you two figure it out."

They bumped glasses, and each took a deep sip. Suddenly, a mischievous smile appeared on Piper's lips. "Silena is very pretty."

"Trust me, I've noticed. I am just not in the right place to pursue a new relationship. Hell, I have enough unfinished business with my old one. Silena deserves someone who can offer her love and happiness. Even if I weren't hoping to get back with Annabeth, I wouldn't be able to give her what she deserves." Piper looked skeptical nonetheless.

"I didn't want to bring it up, but now that you did bring her up, what are your plans for Annabeth?" Piper asked. Percy shrugged. He hand faced this question too often for his liking, and truth be told, he would be more than happy to continue procrastinating. "Oh come on, don't look like that. You two are my family. I want to know what is going on."

"You sound a lot like your sister," Percy remarked.

"Then I am in good company," Piper replied, smiling.

The God sighed deeply. "I love Annabeth and I miss her. I'm just not going to run after her and beg, though. While I am not one to let pride get in the way of something this important, I do have some self-respect left."

"Well, I for my part think that you are being very mature about this. At least someone is acting like an adult around here."

Percy shrugged. "Mom just wants me to wear her down."

"I can see why that isn't an option for you," Piper replied grimly and took a deep swig from her glass before exclaiming drily. "Feel stressed? Sleep problems? Seek out your family physician. Alcoholism might be a solution for you."

They looked at each other for a long moment and burst out laughing.

"FYI, Chiron wants you to pick up Mrs O'leary. The Pegasi barely tolerate her. Also, Blackjack is being a dick to everyone. Some new camper tried to ride him, didn't go too well."

Percy pushed the tinge of guilt aside and grinned sheepishly. "I probably should..." Percy agreed.

They chatted for some more before Piper finally bade her farewell. Percy was actually in a pretty good mood and quite positively surprised when Piper hugged him before departing.

His relaxed demeanor took a hard blow only mere seconds later as Silena stepped back out onto the pool wearing deck wearing her purple bikini, shades, and had a towel slung across the shoulder, seemingly naturally slipping into that catwalk walk style.

"Enough work for today. Piper is pretty cool, by the way," she announced and spread the blanket across the deckchair before lying down in the afternoon sun.

"Did I allow you to stop cleaning..." Percy asked and sat down next to her, trying to keep his gaze from the toned curvy body shimmering in the sunlight.

Silena gazed up and down and smoothly pushed her shades down to the tip of her nose and looked up at him.

"You are serious?" she asked.

"Of course," Percy replied sternly. "I thought the entire point of this arrangement was for me to chill and watch you work?"

When Silena groaned and started to sit up, Percy hastily added. "Just joking. Relax. I command it in fact."

The daughter of Aphrodite glowered at him but leaned back.

Silena Beauregard

Silena wasn't annoyed, not really. Had Percy actually sent her back to work, she might have even slept easier, knowing that Percy was less likely to do something generous that would get her sent to the underworld. But with Percy walking off, the daughter of Aphrodite leaned back and closed her eyes. Percy being around really screwed with her schedule. He was good at offering distractions.

The next time she saw him reappearing wearing only swimming trunks. Her gaze hidden behind her sunglasses, she found herself watching the young God as he headed over to the gym. She couldn't help but admired the way the golden sunlight complimented his warm, tanned complexion.

Percy looked over at her with obvious interest, his gaze sweeping over her body, and she figured that Percy thought that she was napping. Her cheeks feeling rather warm all of a sudden, she averted her gaze and prayed to Aphrodite that Percy hadn't noticed.

It seemed like fortune was with her because Percy continued on his way and disappeared into the house but her memories of the past plot was hazy at best and she realized she would probably end up re-watching the series.

Just then, Percy repeated wearing an old orange camp half-blood shirt that he had clearly gotten in a time that his torso had less bulk and swimming trunks. A bittersweet feeling spread through her stomach, melancholy.

"Here you are," Percy greeted her.

Silena raised her glass in response and returned her attention to the show.

Concentrating on what could only be described as a very good day to show became a lot harder after Percy shifted from his warm-up to the weights. And when Percy was bench pressing, she couldn't help sneaking glances at him. Knowing how he looked naked, it was easy to imagine him without clothes now. She kept shooting him tentative glances. No, she wasn't proud of it. Could she have gone somewhere else? Perhaps, but she didn't. Soon she had her second glass in hand and was regularly shooting glances over at the struggling Gods, watching the way his muscles rippled under strain...

"Like what you see?" Percy suddenly asked, sitting upon his bench. Drenched in sweat, his shirt clinging to his body. His hair was its usually windblown self and his eyes seemed to hold an almost hypnotic sparkle. She did, but there was no way she could admit that.

"Don't flatter yourself. Need someone to spot you?" Silena replied without hesitation.

"Sure," Percy agreed.

Caught by her own brashness, Silena had no choice but to get up. Percy laid back down on the bench and slid under his weights as Silena awkwardly took position up at Percy's head and stood guard as Percy went through his paces, struggling with the impressive weights. Watching him was almost torture. Silena's knees felt week as she stared down at his muscular form exerting itself. The tips of her fingers itched as she fought back the impulse to touch him. His gaze seems to rest on her a lot as he looked up at her, and strangely enough, she didn't mind.

When Silena thought that Percy was pushing it a bit too far, she slipped a hand under the bar and gently pulled up, helping Percy force the weighted bar up again and into its slot.

"Thanks. Want to take a swim?" He asked, sitting up and rolling his shoulders.

"No, my hair will take ages to dry," Silena replied.

There was that mischievous sparkle in his eyes that warned of what was going to happen next. "Oh, don't you-" Silena yelped when Percy lunged forward.

While not being a dedicated fighter herself, Silena had a few years of martial training under her belt and instinctively moved, but Percy was so much faster and stronger, catching her with an arm around her waist.

Half laughing, half screaming, she tried to tear free from his grasp and almost did only to have those powerful arms wrap themselves around her waist from behind.

"Let me go!" She warned, but her own laughter ruined it. "You are sweaty and disgusting!" Silena complained, almost basking in the powerful embrace, her body pressing against his glistening wet torso. His scent was slightly dizzying and she couldn't help but breath it in deeply. She almost felt drunk and there was always that wetness between her legs again and that strangely pleasant pressure in her lower abdomen.

Silena pulled her legs up and tried to slip free. She instinctively knew that she could end this with a single word, but for some reason, she didn't. She wasn't sure Percy even noticed that when he caught her weight, that for just a moment his hand was cupping one of her breasts. Instead, she squirmed in his arms, letting him show off that impressive core strength of his.

Her attempts to free herself weren't very successful. Percy simply held her to his chest, then simply an arm under her legs and picked her up bridal style and carried her out to the pool.

For a moment she thought of Charlie. Would he approve of her just then. Then she figured that bearing context in mind. he'd be cool about it. For just a moment, her horny teenage hormone-addled mind brushed the topic of her last love, and guilt threatened to ruin her good mood.

"Percy Jackson, don't you dare..." She warned but knew what was going to happen. Silena quickly stopped squirming, not eager to fall by accident, and she wrapped her arms around his neck. Her entire body seemed to fill with static as he held her firm. Where skin touched skin, it was as if she was on fire. Her heart thundered in her chest, and Silena was fighting the urge to kiss him then and there.

Silena made a good show of thrashing around and kicking and complaining as Percy walked the final steps and flung her surprisingly fall into the pool.

Silena screamed until the world was consumed by a storm of bubbles and the blissful, cool embrace of her aroused body. A moment later, she broke the surface, surprised that she couldn't quite stand and a moment later by how far away she was from the shore. Had he just thrown her that far?

Silena pushed her long dark hair from her face and tried to glare up at him.

"You asshole," she complained, taking note of the bulge in his shorts. "At least join me,"she finally demanded. "You are really gross!"

Percy laughed and sat down at the pool's edge, dangling his feet in the water and Silena swam up to him, grabbed his ankle, and tried to pull him into the pool, bracing her feet against the pool's sidewall.

Percy laughed at her obvious effort and looked insultingly surprised when he actually started slipping and falling into the pool next to her with a satisfying splash.

"You know, you are not allowed to attack me like that? I think you need to be punished!"

Silena's momentary apprehension was quickly passed when Percy splashed her with some water.

Silena splashed back. There were those things that seemed quite stupid in hindsight. Accepting a challenge to a water fight from Percy Jackson was one of them. Sure enough, the water rose up around, leaving her in the epicenter of a four foot high funnel of turquoise water. A moment later, the water came crashing down around her and knocked her under.

It took her a moment to orient herself. Up, down... Finally, she broke the surface again, spluttering, and gasped for air.

"Percy," Silena growled and lunged at the God, wrapped an arm around his neck, and tried to force him down under the water's surface.

Again, one could debate on the wisdom in trying to dump a sea god's head underwater in his own element but Percy was so busy cracking up that it actually worked. She threw her entire weight into it and managed to force his head under the surface.

She knew Percy was letting her have this and that he was likely comfortably breathing down there but after a while, he twisted free of her grip. Giggling, Silena swung herself into his back. With her arms wrapped around his neck and her legs around his waist, she clung to him and weighed Percy back down under the water's surface.

Submerged, Percy grabbed her ankles and forced her legs apart, weakening her hold enough to turn around in her grasp, and rose out of the water with her still clinging to his neck.

He was gorgeous with his Mediterranean complexion and wild wet hair.

Silena found herself staring up into his green eyes, and the urge to kiss him was almost overwhelming, even with Percy's wet shirt sticking to her skin. Almost of their own volition, her hands unlocked behind her owner's neck and seemed to slide down until she was clutching the fabric of his collar in her fists.

She was almost painfully aware of how close they stood. Silena then noticed that Percy gaze shifted down to her lips. She knew that look. The daughter of Aphrodite felt her resistance finally crumbling.

They were so vulnerable at that moment.

Silena tilted her head up by a fraction, inviting him to make a move with that minor gesture. Percy leaned down as if mirroring her movement. A heartbeat later, Silena closed her eyes and felt his lips gently pressing against her's. Her mind was completely blank for a long moment, then she noted that Percy seemed to be a pretty damn good kisser. Her heartfelt like it was doing a small victory dance as she pulled herself up further his body and felt Percy's arms around her tighten around her waist.

It couldn't have been more than a minute or two, but to Silena, it felt like a lifetime. It quickly became obvious that Percy wouldn't be content with playing the silent partner and bore down on her, his tongue invading her mouth.

An alien hunger seemed to take over, and she returned the kiss. Her hands slid down the back of Percy's torso until one of them innocently came to rest over his ass, well aware of the bulge Percy's swimming trunks.

As if only now realizing what he was doing Percy backed off abruptly. "Oh, gods. I am so sorry, Silena, I shouldn't have done that."

Her own cheeks flushing scarlet, Silena fought back a stupid grin. "What part of me kissing you back gave you the idea that I wasn't completely on board with this?" Silena asked quietly and gently smiled up at the man in front of her.

As so often before, Percy Jackson wasn't listening to what girls around him were trying to tell him.

"Percy Jackson, you listen to me right now," she growled and the God seemed to snap out of it.

"I'm not a child. If I had a problem with being kissed by you, I would have let you know."

With a huff she climbed out of the pool and looked back. "I'll make dinner," she announced and walked off without looking back, her lips still tingling from the earlier exchange. Some part of her hoped he'd call her back. There no longer any point denying to herself that she wanted him.

Percy Jackson

Percy knew better than to call an angry girl back, and so he watched her walk off feeling rather conflicted. Guilt and shame over the things he wanted to do to her. Guilt over Annabeth and frustration with himself for ending it like he had, something Silena clearly hadn't appreciated. Was it his fault that their relationship was, by definition, going to be a very complicated one?

After signing, he rose from the water, dried himself off with only a thought, and changed into jeans, a short-sleeved button-up shirt, and joined the daughter of Aphrodite in the kitchen. Unfortunately, she had chosen to change into leggings and a tank top and had also pulled on the apron. Not that the outfit didn't look amazing on her but he preferred the bikini.

"May I enter?" he asked after knocking on the side of the door frame.

She looked over at him and raised an eyebrow. "I think you will find that you can."

Percy casually approached. "Sorry for being a dick earlier."

Silena shrugged, not even looking at him. "You weren't. You were just being over-caring. Stop that. It's something that might just get me in a lot of trouble down the line. For the future, if I don't want something, believe me, I will let you know."

"What are you making?" he asked, stepping next to her. Pasta plates, ground meat, tomato-related stuff.

"Lasagne. ," Silena replied stiffly.

For a long moment, Percy didn't say anything. What did she want from him? Another apology? He doubted that very much. Did she want him to kiss her again? She was busy, and he knew how much being distracted could screw you over with ADHD. He assumed Silena had just as much ADHD as any other camper. She was just a lot better at hiding it than most of the time.

"May I help you?" he asked.

She gave him a long look Percy wasn't sure that she considered him a lot of help.

"Stir this," she finally said and nodded at a pot with a white paste in it. "Fast, or the flower will burn!" Silena snapped. "Tell me when it starts sweating!"

"Yes, Ma'am!" Percy replied and hastily went to work, doing his best to hide how turned on he was as Silena turned back to steering the minced meat. One might imagine how hard getting anything done was with Silena standing so close to him.

"To slow, it's going to burn," Silena warned suddenly.

"Hm," Percy asked and turned his attention back to what was supposed to be doing. Silena's unique scent lay in the air, even noticeable over the kitchen smells.

The demi-goddess sighed and grabbed across in front of him and grabbed his right hand and dictated a much faster-paced scrubbing motion.

"Hold the pot properly," she ordered impatiently.

"Okay, now just like that," she finally said and patted his arm gently smirked, letting his manhood throb painfully.

"Either you learn how to cook, or you'll need a girl in your life that can cook," Silena announced of-handedly.

"I have you, don't I?" Percy asked lightly and flinched involuntarily, hoping she wouldn't take it wrong.

Silena only rose an eyebrow. "I'm a girl in your life?"

"Well, seeing as we live together, I'd say yes," Percy mused and let go of the pot long enough to give her a side hug with his left arm.

"I suppose I am," Silena mused and playfully shoved him with her hip before going back to preparing her tomato sauce. Percy looked down and noticed that he had a damn good view down her cleavage from this angle.

The memories of kissing Silena were still fresh. He hadn't wanted to push her in a corner like that, but it had seemed like the thing to do at the time. Silena hadn't seemed to mind.

"I'm thinking that you should visit your father," Percy started.

Silena only smiled gently. "I should. I just don't know how to explain it. Hi Dad, I'm alive again. See that dude over there, yeah? I'm now his slave. Hope you are well!"

Percy grimaced. "Hey, don't flame me for bringing it up. I am sure you'd be able to present it in a less harsh manner. If you want to, you can just introduce me as your roommate or..."

"Boyfriend?" she asked, finishing the sentence for him.

"Didn't want to say it but yeah sure."

"I'll think of something," Silena said and then bumped the side of her head against his arm. Percy imagined she had no clue what that did to him, she wasn't that cruel.

When Silena looked up at him, she sighed, licked her finger, and reached up and rubbed at his cheek.

"Hey, stop that, what are you doing?" he complained.

"You had some of the paste on your face," Silena explained and went back to cooking. His ADHD-addled mind kept drawing his gaze back to her cleavage. It was as if they were inviting him to give them a hearty squeeze. Some part of him just wanted to bury his face in them.

"You like them?" Silena asked evenly as if commenting on the tomato sauce she was making.

"Hmm..what?" he asked blushing.

"My breasts. You keep staring at them," Silena explained.

"Ahm so..." Percy trailed off, realizing that she had put him in one of those traps. Either he said he liked them, in which case he was the pervert, or he lied and said he didn't like them, and she had an excuse to be offended. Percy took the third, more elegant route.

"I wasn't staring at you. I was merrily lost in my thoughts." His cheeks felt worrying warm and he hoped that a blush wasn't ruining his cover.

"So that's your story and you're sticking to it?" Silena asked.

"Yes, Ma'am," Percy confirmed, trying so hard to keep his face straight.

Percy went back to work, his cheeks as hot as ever.

"Are you blushing?"

"No, it's just from the hot steam from the pans," Percy explained.

"I see," Silena said.

They layered up the Lasagne, and before long, it was in the oven.

"Where would you like to eat?" she asked.

"I don't know? Media room? Dining room?" He asked in return. "I assume we'll be eating together?"

Silena nodded. "Media room. I need to catch up on Big Bang Theory."

As Silena supervised the oven Percy set up the media room. An assortment of refreshments, wine, Silena's show of choice, pillows, and blankets. Then he joined Silena in the kitchen, where he found the young woman cleaning up her workspace.

"How long?" he asked.

"Half an hour," Silena replied as she loaded up the dishwasher and wiped off the workspace.

"I'll go take the makeup off. Otherwise, I'll forget and look like a zombie tomorrow," Silena quickly said and left and left Percy to babysit the oven.

When she left, Percy sighed deeply, figuring that he'd probably be furiously jerking off that night.

"So, got the makeup off..." Silena announced as she entered.

"Can't really tell the difference," Percy admitted.

"Aren't you sweet," Silena said and checked on their project. Then she poked it with a needle and smiled, looking pleased.

"There we go, mind getting out and cutting it? I have a tendency to burn myself."

"So I am the sacrificial lamb?" Percy asked in mock horror.

Silena shrugged. "I need my looks more than you do," she replied sweetly.

Percy sighed and did as he was told and even ended up cutting the steaming golden brown meal.

Five minutes later, they were seated on the couch and began watching Silena's show.

"This is literally the best show in the world," Silena announced and took a sip from her wineglass.

"Truth be told I am more of a Brooklyn 99 guy," Percy announced.

"I'll need to watch Big Bang Theory from the beginning. I can't remember anything really," she realized. "Why don't we check out that Brooklyn 99 show?"

They quickly tore through their meal and put half the lasagna on ice. Then they continued watching in relative silence. Silena had a blanket wrapped around her shoulders.

Episode after episode passed, and Silena seemed to grow increasingly tipsy. Percy gave up paying attention to the show when Silena leaned her head against his shoulder and hugged his arm, her cheek pressing his shoulder.

On the bright side, he could now place the scent of Silena's shampoo as Jasmine.

It was as if Silena was doing her best to drive him crazy. For the entire time, he needed to make sure that the blanket covered his lap to hide his maddening boner.

"I love Amy, she's so relatable," Silena finally slurred as she refilled her wine glass.

"Sure,..." Percy replied, trying to ignore how her breasts pressed against his arm.

"You disagree?" Silena asked, looking up at him.

"I hate to break it to you but you are more like Penny from Big Bang Theory," Percy reminded her.

Silena stuck her tongue out at Percy and nestled herself up against his side. Despite being past tipsy, she somehow still managed to look graceful.

Percy watched with mild amusement and Silena giggled and laughed until the daughter of Aphrodite's head snapped around to him, a mischievous grin spreading across her face.

"Hey, Percy!" She greeted him.

"Hm?"

"Truth or dare?"

Percy raised an eyebrow. "Pardon me?"

In an over-exaggerated gesture, Silena tapped her chin with her index finger. "You heard me!"

Feeling slightly alarmed, he sighed in resignation. "What is the wager?" he asked.

"Pride," Silena replied, grinning.

Percy shrugged, "Sure, truth."

Silena smiled. "What do you think of Piper."

"She is nice, a great friend, and cute," Percy replied.

Silena shrugged. "Fair enough."

"My turn. Truth or dare?" Percy asked.

"Truth," Silena replied, her gaze centering on him.

"First kiss?" he asked evenly.

Silena grinned, "Tom Anderson. Third grade. Just moved to the US from Australia. He had this really cool Aussi accent and the cutest blond curls. Dated him for almost two weeks."

For some reason, Percy couldn't help but laugh at this.

"Truth or dare," Silena finally asked.

"Truth?" Percy half asked.

"First kiss?" she fired right back.

"Annabeth Chase when I was fifteen. You know, before the Battle at Camp Half-blood .."

"You mean right before you went missing after blowing up Mount St. Hellens and going missing for weeks, only to turn up for your own funeral? She told me about that. I was kinda hoping you had a few dark secrets."

"I do, but those are separate questions, Ms. Beauregard," Percy replied, thinking that he might go enjoy this after all.

"Truth or dare," Percy asked.

"You know what, I will go with a dare," Silena challenged him.

His mind immediately went to the kind of things Hazel Levesque would disapprove of.

"I dare you to..." Percy trailed off.

"Hmm?"

"I dare you to give me a message," Percy announced.

"That's all you got?" Silena asked doubtfully."Well then, sailor. Take that shirt off, down on your stomach."

Percy hesitated, having originally intended for a harmless shoulder massage. When he enlightened her to that fact she only raised an eyebrow and made a circular motion with her index finger. "Coward..." the daughter of Aphrodite whispered challengingly.

Percy turned his back on the young woman who moved up behind him and started kneading his shoulders. There was a surprising amount of strength in those delicate hands.

"So,..." Silena started. "Truth or dare?"

For a few long moments, Percy didn't answer, wanting to enjoy the massage. The daughter of Aphrodite's warm hands sent shivers down his spine.

"Truth..."

"What are those dark secrets you mentioned?" She asked softly, thankfully not pausing her massage.

"I got stuck with Calypso while you guys thought I was dead," he announced. "And made out a few times with Rachel before Annabeth and I got together. Almost got to third base once."

Silena sniggered. "You old dog. Well then, truth or dare."

Knowing that Silena would be gunning for a dare, he decided to grant her this. Truth be told, he was turned on enough to want to see where she took this.

Silena grinned evilly. "I dare you to make me nervous."

Percy hesitated as his servant stared him dead in the eyes.

Percy met her gaze and remembered a game he had played before with Rachel and placed his hand on her lower abdomen.

"Nervous?" he asked her, feeling both like an asshole and a smooth operator at the same time.

"No," she replied, maintaining eye contact.

His hand slid up an inch. "Now?" he asked.

"No," she replied.

His hand slid up over her belly button.

"Now?" he asked again.

A small smile appeared on her lips. "No," Silena replied.

They repeated the ritual a few times, his hand sliding up further and further and Silena's small mischievous grin growing wider and wider. Finally, his hand stopped right under her ample left breast. "Nervous?" he asked.

"You wish," she said softly, almost whispering.

After a brief hesitation, his hand slid up the rest of the way. He almost laughed at himself. How had he missed it? The signals had been there all along. Then, he was known to be oblivious from time to time. When Percy made the final move, he was confident that it was exactly what Silena wanted him to do. So, his hand slid up the remainder of the journey and came to rest on the firm ample mound.

"Nervous?" he asked.

"Not even slightly," Silena replied. She gently held his face and pulled him down into a deep kiss, closing eyes just before contact.

Silena pulled him down to her until he was lying on his side, jammed between her and the backrest with Silena lying on her back. As they lay there in the dim red ambient, they exchanged slow, deep kisses and Percy marveled over how amazing Silena's breasts felt, even through her bra and tank top.

The kissing was pretty awesome but a lot less heated than their last exchange was. Was it wrong with Silena literally being his slave? Perhaps but Silena didn't seem to care. He was sure that she'd be quite upset if he brought it up again.

They continued exchanging kissing and before long it was Silena's tongue bidding for entrance. Percy was more than happy to oblige, and so as Percy fondled the daughter of Aphrodite, she did some exploring of her own. The kisses quickly died down again and before long it was her lying on top, using his head as a pillow as she watched the rest of the episode. Percy didn't mind and every minute or so he'd steal another kiss, something Silena seemed to be happy to oblige with. The temptation to take charge and get back to the heated kissing was almost unbearable.

Finally, when the episode ended and Silena gave him one long and deep kiss.

"It's past midnight," she said softly and looked down at him for a long moment as if making her mind up about something. Then she smoothly slid off him and rose to her feet, swaying slightly in her tipsy state. Then, after downing the rest of her glass, she held his hand out to him.

"Come on, let us go to bed," Silena said softly. Even Percy, often oblivious to the more subtle hints girls made, recognized this invitation to what it was and what it would lead to if he accepted it. After the past few months, Percy was too exhausted, too tired, and too lonely to turn her down.

When he took the hand offered to him, Silena wordlessly led him off in the direction of the master bedroom, holding his hand behind her back with both of hers. The way to his room seemed like a very long one but finally, they were standing in front of the bed.

She looked up at him with a most peculiar expression and Percy was almost afraid to move. Silena switched off the ceiling light, leaving the room bathed in the soft golden glow of the bedside lamp.

Just that moment, Silena took command in a very feminine way.

With a gentle smile on her lips she rose to the tips of her toes and breathed a kiss on his lips.

Then she gently pushed him back until he was forced to sit down on the end of his bed and lean back until he was only keeping himself upright only with his arms. The daughter of Aphrodite straddled his lap and pressed her lips against his in a long kiss. Her deep blue eyes capturing his, her delicate fingers went to work on the buttons of his shirt.

After what felt like a lifetime, eye contact was broken as she dropped her gaze. One by one, the buttons of his shirt came undone and Silena pulled the two halves apart and pushed it down his shoulders. Then she ran her fingers down his bare chest, seeming to marvel over his as much as he would over her's only minutes later.

Suddenly Percy was lying on his back, shoved back by the girl that ought to be his submissive slave. With his help, Silena freed him of the garment and took it aside. A moment later, her lips met his again, and from there on they seemed to be lip-locked. Where his first time with Annabeth had been quite nerve-wracking for both of them Silena seemed calmer and more relaxed than he would have thought possible. For a few long moments, they exchanged deep kisses, their tongues dancing an eons old dance.

Finally, Silena blew another kiss onto his lips before sitting up on top of him. He bit back a pained groan as Silena's weight ground down on the uncomfortably hard bulge in his jeans. The young woman crossed, grabbed the hem of her tank top with a cross grip and pulling it up and off. Underneath, she still wore that vibrant blue bikini, and once again, Percy was struck by how breathtakingly beautiful the young woman was. His mouth went completely dry when she reached behind her back and undid the tie behind her neck and the unclasped hook. A moment later, the top came away and revealed Silena's beautiful pale breasts. In the dimly lit room, Silena's pale complexion almost seemed luminescent.

"I do like what I am seeing," Percy admitted sheepishly and earn a soft laugh and that stunning gentle smile that Silena seemed to have perfected.

It was as if she had cast a spell over him with which he had become nothing more than warm wachs for her to mold. It was almost scary, and truth be told, quite intimidating. After pushing her hair behind her shoulders, Silena gently grabbed both his hands and guided them up to her slender body until they came to rest over her breasts and then she tightened her grip on his hands ever so slightly, inviting him to squeeze and explore. Goosebumps popped over Silena's body and she visibly shivered as his hands roamed over her body.

"Everything alright?" he asked softly, barely more than whispering.

"Yes, it feels nice," Silena whispered.

After a few more endless moments, Percy's hands released Silena's breasts and slid back down her body to come to rest at her waist. This time it was Silena's hands on him, her delicate fingers redrawing the contours of his muscles. "I've wanted to do this all day," Silena mused quietly as if speaking to herself.

"Pervert," Percy replied quietly and earned a gentle slap on the chest. Silena's fingers slid down his arms, stroking over his biceps and then tracing his larger veins under the skin. Before long she was tracing the six-pack that he had worked quite hard to gain. Just when Percy thought he had indulged his partner's curiosity enough, Silena leaned down and kissed him on the lips.

Once again, he seemed to be under her spell, just lying there with his hands resting on her hips as Silena first kissed him on the lips and then went down his body.

As her lips traced down his neck one of his hands slid up to come to rest behind the young woman's head. It was her turn to send shivers down his body as her lips drew a route down his collarbone and over his chest, and he was very aware of her naked breasts pressing against his torso. Her gaze met his for a moment before she continued and he was surprised by how nervous she looked. When Silena stopped at the bottom of his sternum, he realized that this is how far Silena's courage would take her, and if he didn't intervene now, it would soon become awkward.

So Percy sat up with Silena still straddling him, his own hands sliding up her bareback, and kissed her hard on the lips. Then he rose up, almost carrying Silena with him to the middle of the bed and dropping her down on the mattress. He was upon her within heartbeats.

It almost seems as if she was relieved when he hissed her hard on the lips, her arms wrapping themselves around his neck. It was his turn to explore his partner and Percy went to work. Percy felt quite a lot of pride when Silena gasped the first time his lips moved down her neck.

Her skin was soft and flawless to his touch. Before long he felt he had loitered enough to properly explore her breasts. Proportionately to her short build, they were bigger than those of Rachel and Annabeth, the sets he had previously had the pleasure of working with.

Silena actually moaned softly as he explored them, showering them with kisses, drawing circles around the peaks, and playfully sucking on her nipples. Simultaneously, he kneaded them with vigor. Finally, Percy drew a trail of kisses down her smooth, flat stomach and teased her belly button, earning a small giggle and a playful slap on the shoulder.

Percy slid down even further, hooked his finger's around the hem of her leggings and pulled them stripped them off, leaving the beautiful daughter of Aphrodite with only her bright purple panties. It was fairly obvious that she was quite wet by now, which, all things considered, was quite flattering.

She truly was a deluxe package. Beautiful face, flawless milky white skin, apple breasts, slender, with legs that reached all the way to Canada.

Realizing that she was being admired Silena blushed deeply.

"At least get rid of those Jeans," Silena muttered, sounding almost defensive.

Percy did as she asked, knowing that now there would be no hiding his painfully hard erection. Moments later he was back on top of her, kissing her firmly on the lips. He felt Silena grab hold of his waist with her legs and her hands moving over his back as his hands moved over her thighs.

Without breaking lip contact, Percy managed to free Silena from her panties and was surprised to find her cleanly shaven. His own boxer shorts quickly fell away as well and their make-out session continued naked.

"Mind if I go on top?" Silena asked softly, tapping his arm.

"Sure," Percy replied and rolled off the slender girl, only have her on top and straddled his legs. "Just be patient with me here. I've never done this before?" Silena admitted.

His surprise on his face must have been written across his face because Silena blushed deeply and playfully punched his shoulder. "Don't you look so surprised..." then looked down at his manhood skeptically.

"What?" Percy asked.

"I don't see how that'll fit," she slurred, tentatively grabbing his length. When her delicate fingers touched him Percy bit back an aroused groan.

"I'll take that as a compliment," Percy replied stiffly.

Silena grinned sheepishly and then turned serious again, rising up to position his length in her already wet entrance, and slowly eased herself down onto his length. Percy was slightly taken aback, having expected to make the final move himself, but Silena was clearly committed.

He knew he would never forget the look on her face, a mixture of pain, pleasure, and desire. She took her time, as was her prerogative.

So he patiently let Silena do her thing, his hands gently resting on her thighs, and before long the daughter of Aphrodite had impaled herself on him. She tested for a few moments and finally began to slowly ride him, steadying himself on his chest. Silena's increasingly loud moans out shadowed Percy's soft grunts. It was hard to decide what was the sweeter part of this moment, the view of the daughter of Aphrodite's breasts bouncing softly as she rode him, or her tightness around his manhood.

Percy's eyes flickered up and locked gazes with Silena. Strangely enough, the eye contact was much more stimulating than the spectacle that Silena's breasts could ever be.

Once she had him captivated with her blues, she continued riding him slow and steady and steady pace. Not stopping her ride, Silena pushed her long dark hair back over her one shoulder, where it sadly covered her breasts somewhat.

"I got to leave something for the imagination," she pressed forward between moans.

"Uhh," was all he brought forward.

That was the point something made click in him and the urge to be the man in this encounter took over. Percy smoothly sat up, and Silena shrieked in surprise and held on to his neck, his member still deep inside her.

"Gods Percy, warn me next time," she breathed and laughed lightly, already out of breath from her exertions.

Percy didn't answer, his hands already firmly holding his lovely partner by her hips. His lips pushed hard against her's. Startled by the sudden initiative, Silena interrupted her ride. Mere moments and a surprise shrieked later it was her lying on her back and Percy towering above her slender form.

The standoff lasted for only heartbeats and Percy lost no time in re-engaging his lover. Lips met in a mad frenzy and Silena's legs grabbed hold of his hips, trying to pull him closer. Filled with the desire to be back inside Silena, he lost no time in guiding his length back into position without even breaking lip contact.

Moments later he was thrusting into Silena a lot quicker than she had ridden him initially and his efforts had the expected effect.

Feeling Silena relaxing, he realized she was now content with him taking over the show so after one more heated kiss he got up on his knees and took Silena missionary. Her legs spread wide and knocking her body back and forth with every thrust, her breasts did that almost magnificent bouncing again. Grabbing one of them he watched with an odd sense of fascination.

"Oh fuck, Percy," Silena moaned, her hands clawing at the corners of the pillow as if trying to hold on. Percy cherished every moment of his length, pumping in and out of his servant's blissful tightness.

The young woman bit her lip and moaned even louder as he took her closer to her orgasm. Silena's climax arrived a lot faster than expected. A lot quicker than Annabeth had. Perhaps he was simply better than he was during his first times, perhaps Silena simply needed the intimacy more than his now exx had, or she was simply lower maintenance. Whatever it was, Silena's even somehow managed to look graceful during an orgasm. Her eyes closed, her lips curved to a slight sensual smile, parted slightly to show off her pearly white, perfectly straight teeth. Facing ecstasy, her body seemed to flex and convulse at the same time, her flushed skin shimmering with sweat. Percy stayed buried inside her as the orgasm rolled over the young woman and when she went limp, a dazed smile on her lips Percy rolled of the young woman and plopped down in the mattress next to her, and slipped an arm under his partner's neck.

"That was amazing," Silena breathed, that winded smile still plastered across her face and rolled over to face him, even going so far as to rest her chin on his chest. As she moved, she winced.

"I'm sore," she noted with a slight accusatory.

Percy only laughed, "Are you alright?"

She grinned at him. "Never better," she replied and sat up, wincing again, and seemed to realize that her hair had been reduced to quite a disheveled mess. It was certainly one of the sexiest things Percy had ever seen. Percy hastily sat up as well and pulled the blanket over his lap to hide his still throbbing erection. Silena might have had a happy ending, he sadly had note. Despite very much wanting to continue this, he knew that it was best to end this on a high for Silena. She would be sore enough next morning, and if they continued on it would mainly be for his pleasure.

"Are you alright?" Silena asked gently.

Percy laughed. "There is the beautiful and naked daughter of Aphrodite in my bed, so yeah!"

The slap earned him a playful slap on the arm. Finally, she sighed deeply. "It's getting late and I really enjoyed this but I should be getting to bed," Silena announced and slid off the bed and almost fell to the ground as her legs threatened to give away.

"Why don't you spend the night over?" Percy offered as he watched her begin to gather up her abandoned clothes. After everything that had happened that day, it felt wrong sending her off like a casual fucktoy after use.

Silena actually sighed in relief.

"Yeah, I would like that," she admitted, and Percy held up the blanket and allowed her to slip under the covers. After he turned off the bedside lamp and darkness took the room, the daughter of Aphrodite lay next to him for a few long awkward minutes. But before long, she had snuggled up to him. Her head resting on his chest and naked form clinging to his, he wrapped his arms around the young woman.

While Silena seemed to fall asleep quite quickly, it evaded Percy. His still throbbing erection didn't seem to help with his insomnia either, and there was no way to take care of it discreetly. Again, the worst part was that if he mentioned it to Silena, she'd feel guilty and compelled to try to remedy the situation.

"Pull yourself together, man," Percy thought to himself and tightened the embrace, painfully aware of how her breasts were pressing against his chest.

Chapter Text

Percy Jackson

Percy fell asleep long after Silena and woke up before she did as well. For maybe twenty minutes, he lay there with Silena, relaxing as he watched the gorgeous young woman she softly snored into his chest.

Deciding that it was only appropriate that he showed his appreciation for last night, he carefully slipped out of bed and pulled on some swimming trunks.

In Percy's humble option, making breakfast for a lady was a skill that any man should have, and once he had taken care to acquire after getting his first blowjob from Annabeth in the Poseidon Cabin after the war.

That had motivated him to attend a cooking workshop together with Travis Stoll, who had apparently had gotten to tap Katie's ass without being able to offer a suitable breakfast the next morning and wished to change that. Seeing as Percy managed to prepare a half-decent omelet and bacon breakfast with a glass of orange juice on the side for both Annabeth and now Silena, the time invested was definitely worth it.

This time it was he who brought his roommate breakfast. Percy quietly entered the room and closed the door behind him, and approached the bed where Silena was still fast asleep and hugging Percy's pillow to her chest. Percy put his large plate down on the bedside table and sat down on the mattress.

The daughter of Aphrodite jerked awake and sat bolt upright in bed, looking around for a few moments and then over at him in confusion. Suddenly Silena's cheeks turned bright red as she remembered where she was and what had happened. Or was it because her blanket had slipped down as she sat up, and her milky white breasts shimmered in the morning sunlight. Naked and with her messed up hair...well Silena looked very cute. For a moment, Percy considered kissing her but thought better of it.

Silena smoothly pulled the blanket up to cover her chest and smiled sheepishly. "Ahm, thanks," she said sheepishly and picked up one of the orange juice glasses and took a sip while pinning the blanket to her chest with her free arm. As she took the first sip Percy sat down on the opposite side of the platter with his legs crossed.

"Do you want me to leave and let you get dressed?" Percy asked.

Silena hesitated, then shrugged. "Don't bother," she replied and dropped the blanket and revealed her chest again. For a moment though that the daughter of Aphrodite would stay topless. Unfortionaly she instead leaned over, grabbed her discarded bikini, and pulled it on.

"Are you alright?" he asked.

Silena laughed softly. "Never better."

They dug in and Percy was pleased to find that Silena seemingly enjoyed the meal. It was nice to see his efforts being appreciated.

"This is good," she commented.

"So," Percy finally said. "We really need to talk about yesterday. What are we now?" he asked.

Silena shrugged. "I guess there is no getting around this. Percy, right now I'm in no place for a new relationship. Also between the two of us, you still have unfinished business with Annabeth. I hope you didn't see this as the start of a romantic relationship..."

"I didn't," Percy replied truthfully.

"Not that I didn't enjoy every minute of last night," Silena assured him hastily. "You were amazing."

Percy couldn't help but smirk, feeling rather pleased with himself. "So?" Percy asked. "So this was just a one-time hookup?"

The daughter of Aphrodite gave him a long, uncomfortable look that spoke volumes. "Am I correct if I assume that you would be interested in this not only being a one-time thing?" she asked cautiously.

Percy actually snorted. "You assume correctly. So, if I as your owner took advantage of our arrangement..."

"You would likely find me happy to oblige, provided you mind your manners..."

"So friends with benefits?" he asked and raised his glass.

Silena scowled and but bumped her's against his. "I really hate that term."

The sea god raised an eyebrow. "Is Master and slave better?"

Then the daughter reached across and pinched his cheek. "How about we avoid casually labeling something this complicated and just reap the benefits of the situation we find ourselves in? So, what do you have planned for today?" she asked.

For a few short minutes, Percy pondered whether she was making a sexual innuendo and after realizing that she wasn't he shrugged. "I really want to visit camp today, would you like to join me?"

Silena paused his motion for a moment and then dropped the brush and put the glass bowl into the dishwasher. "Not particularly..." she replied.

"Why?"

She looked at him incredulously. "Neither I am in the mood to be shown off as a trophy, nor do I wish to put up with poorly veiled inquiries or assumptions about my life as a sex slave."

"Well, I wouldn't be showing you off," Percy reasoned. He lacked a counter to the second reason, not being too eager about that part himself.

"I don't think intention matter much, the effect would be the same," Silena pointed out. Percy, finding himself agreeing with her, didn't press the matter. Then a thought came to him. "I will take you to meet your father," Percy announced. "It is pretty safe to assume that he grieves for you with every passing day. We will not prolong his suffering."

"To-today," Silena stuttered.

"Today or tomorrow," Percy replied.

"And there is no way I can bribe you out of this?" Silena asked weekly.

Percy shook his head, grinning.

The daughter of Aphrodite sighed deeply. "Mind if I use your shower after breakfast?"

Percy grinned sheepishly. "Need help?"

"In the shower?" Silena inquired.

"Well yes," Percy confirmed, a cheeky smile on his face, his gaze lingering on her enticing form for a moment longer than could have been excused as casual. "It would be my pleasure to render you assistance."

"Not today, Sailor," Silena replied, a light laugh on her lips.

When Silena appeared from her shower, wearing one of his shirts and last night's leggings, her long hair was still dripping wet and breasts were clearly visible through the fabric of his shirt. What had Connor said? A girl wearing your shirt in the morning is akin to your flag waving over a conquered fortress. There was truth in those words. Ironic perhaps, because he was quite sure that Conner was a virgin.

"You've been busy," Silena noted after giving him a quick hug.

"Can't let you have all the fun," Percy replied. "I should get going then.."

The daughter of Aphrodite sighed deeply. "If you insist, I just don't know how to explain all of this."

Percy shrugged, "That sounds a lot like a 'you' problem." Then, as Percy headed for the door he hesitated for a long moment.

"Yes?" Silena asked, noticing that he had paused.

It wasn't a move his mother would approve of but Percy just couldn't resist. As he passed Silena, he playfully slapped her rear end. The sharp sound cut through the air like a whip.

The daughter of Aphrodite froze and then turned to glare after him. "Oh no, you didn't..." Fortunately could tell that she wasn't really angry.

So Percy only grinned back at her and left his old friend standing in the kitchen and left his new home behind.

The trip to camp Half-blood didn't take very long. A journey that only a few months ago might have taken hours now passed in only a few short moments. The magical item Apollo had given him to fast travel to a limited number of places was already showing its worth and would continue to do so until he learned how to teleport on his own.

With barely, any time lost the young god appeared at the foot of the Big House's steps, where his path had begun all those years ago. Where he had first met Chiron and Annabeth. There was, of course, a risk he'd meet her here but he could live with that.

"Hello, Percy. I figured you would return soon," Chiron greeted him kindly.

Percy grinned sheepishly. "We need to talk..."

After sitting down to lemonade Percy told his story for the fourth time and was slightly disappointed when Chiron seemed neither surprised, nor overly shocked and figured that this wasn't the first time one of his former charges ended up as the prize of the other.

"Well, I must get to my master archy class," Chiron finally announced, tactfully steering clear of the Annabeth topic. "But we will continue this conversation another time."

He was pleased though to both not run into Dionisis and be free to move around Camp without a grand escort which was a real risk. It was still well within the school year and so camp wasn't as full as it could be but he was still happy to see both so many familiar and new faces. The older faces greeted him with enthusiasm, the others looked at him shyly, perhaps recognizing him from war stories shared at the campfire.

Percy's first trip took him to the arena where he both found the Hermes cabin going at it with swords, and Mrs O'Leary watching glumly from the corner. Perhaps the wind was with her, or she recognized his step pattern, but when he entered the Hellhound's head spun around to face the incoming god. A moment later the massive beast rose to its paws and charged straight towards him.

Percy cursed softly, having feared that this would happen. The Hellhound tore through the group of sparing Hermis campers, who dove aside or were knocked over like bowling pins and then charged straight into Percy who had mere heartbeats to brace for the impact.

God or not, being barged into by something slightly larger and about as heavy as an Abrams tank, Percy was completely flattened. The last thing Percy saw before being knocked over were the hounds glowing red eyes. Then reality was completely dominated by the ludicrously wet tongue slobbering over his body as his pet greeted him with apparent eagerness.

Drenched from head to toe in saliva and almost deafened Mrs O'Leary's enthusiastic panting Percy could barely raise his arms in protest.

"Sit girl!" Percy tried to yell.

Quite confident that if he weren't a son of Poseidon he would have drowned by now. Regardless, he was drenched from head to foot, despite his powers. Percy managed to finally free himself and put an arm over the Hell Hounds neck and tried to playfully wrestle her to the floor. Being a god, he had strength far beyond that of a normal human. However, his Hellhound didn't seem overly impressed and playfully tossed him aside with a swing of her head. It was a gentle, playfully swipe so it only felt as if he were hit head-on by well...a battle tank.

"Sit," Percy finally managed to cough and the massive hound froze and sat down and looked down at him panting, his tail wagging back and forth. His friends from the Hermes cabin back away wearily from the waving appendage.

"Hey girl," Percy greed her and patted the hound's sternum to even more eager tail wagging.

Suddenly the Hellhound bounded away to the far side of the arena, scattering the Hermes cabin once again before returning with a large rubber toy with a loud squeak and returned and dropped the toy, almost the size of Percy himself, and dropped it at his feet and looked down at him expectantly.

It thanks to his superhuman strength was able to pick the toy up and toss it away the way he did. Fortunately for him, Mrs O'Leary chose to bound after it rather than ignoring him. Despite all his combat training, Percy failed to see the overly enthusiastic tail coming that struck him in the chest, sending him crashing into the wall.

"Got you too?" Travis Stoll asked drily, helping Percy up as Mrs. O'Leary bound back over them and dropped the toy at his fear and looking back down at him expectantly.

Percy held out his hand and let the Hellhound nuzzle it. Fortunately for him, Ms. O'Leary had calmed down somewhat and he was allowed to stay on his feet.

"Yeah. How are you doing?" Percy asked.

The sun of Hermes shrugged. "Fine so far, lots of new Campers. Quite a few Romans shifted over here and the satyrs are bringing in more new blood on a daily basis. Would be easier if you were still around to get these folks into shape."

Percy grimaced apologetically. "Sorry. Believe me, godhood isn't as great as advertised."

Travis snorted. "I can imagine. Hey man, sorry about Annabeth. Saw her a few days ago, if it makes you feel better, she doesn't look too good."

"It doesn't," Percy replied.

"You should talk to her old boy," Travis announced.

"So everyone keeps telling me," Percy replied.

The son of Hermes sorted. "I can only imagine. Must be annoying if everyone still ships you and your exx. Do you even want her back?"

Percy raised an eyebrow that the son of Hermes shrugged. "Sorry, mate. Katie is rubbing off on me, turns out she is quite the gossip. She is quite opinionated on a few things..."

"What's her opinion on the Annabeth/me situation?"

Travis grunted under his breath and Percy noted that his friend and buffed out quite a bit. "Apparently Annabeth is having a case of the stupid. She and Will have come to the conclusion that you need to screw her brains out. They make it sound like it would solve most of the world's problems."

"Hey man, is practice over?" Conner called over.

"Get back to work!" Travis called back.

"Should I be worried about the amount of consideration my sex life has been getting?"

"Probably," Travis pulled out his sword. "Up for a round?"

"I was a better fighter than you when I was only a demigod," Percy reminded him. Travis swung his glowing bronze blade to loosen his wrist.

"I know, but I've been training hard over the last few months," Travis announced.

Percy uncapped Anaclosmus and moved into a ready position. "I can tell, you look great," Percy replied.

Travis grinned. "Who's talking dude, you look shredded. I'm not gay, but you make me consider playing for the other team."

"Don't threaten me with a good time!" Percy replied and playfully slapped Travis's shoulder.

The son of Hermes chuckled and moved into a ready position in time to parry a straight jab to his abdomen. They exchanged a quick flurry of blows and jabs and cuts. Travis had the advantage of a shield. Percy had the advantage of superior skill, superhuman speed, agility, and strength.

For a few minutes, they danced back and forth over the trodden sand floor before Travis was called over by a rookie camper, cutting their exchange short prematurely. Not soon later Percy was making his way through camp. Poking in with a few familiar faces, realizing that none of the seven were present... When he stopped by the Ares cabin Clarisse offered to beat him up...some things never changed and the threat of violence warmed his heart. Percy offered her to have a go at it but strangely enough, she didn't seem overly eager to try and deliver on her promise.

Unfortunately, Groover wasn't available but he did check in with Juniper. When he found her he learned that Groover was off on Council duties. Juniper unveiled this particular piece of information with a distinctly sour note in her voice.

"Are you doing alright?" he asked, for once reading the signs correctly.

"I'm fine,...it's just Grover now being a Lord of the Wild and he is getting a lot of attention from all sorts of nymphs. A few months ago I saw Mistletoe spying on him from above and that girl just can't say no."

The nymph glared at him as she leaned against the very same rocks that used to lead down into the Labyrinth, her thin arms crossed defiantly and her cheeks flushed dark green with anger.

"Darling, I know Mistletoe and you are a lot prettier than she is," Percy assured her. It wasn't a lie. With her daintily figure, elegantly slanted eyebrow, and pointed ears, Juniper was a natural beauty, if in an elfish way.

Juniper rolled her eyes, "I don't have that sluts breasts!"

"Juniper!" Percy exclaimed and the nymph blushed deeply and grinned, looking surprisingly pleased with herself. "Really, you started using curse words?"

"What? Like half the forest and camp have been in that one!" she spat and suddenly rolled her eyes, her fists balled.

"Yes, you heard right!" she then yelled into the forest.

"Juniper..." Percy shook his head in disbelief. "You are worrying me..."

The nymph dropped her gaze in embarrassment. "Forgive me, it's just those girls are completely shameless. They even pester us when he and I are trying to spend private time together. It used to be different,...simpler. Oh, and can you keep that hellhound of yours out of our forest? She makes everyone nervous around here!"

Percy shrugged. "Everything used to be simpler," he agreed and reached back to push aside Mrs. O'leary's snout before the hellhound could start licking him again.

The next stop he made was the stables. Even before entering the stables, he could listen in to the horse's conversations. Not that the matter required any elaboration but those who didn't speak horse would truly be disturbed if they knew what horses and pegasi talked about among themselves. True to his character Blackjack was the loudest, most foul-mouthed Equine present.

"Wait here!" he ordered Ms. O'Leary. "Sit girl!"

After repeating the order a few times the hellhound finally sat and looked down at him eagerly, towering at twice his height. Once confident that she wouldn't just straight-up run after him he turned around again to

"Hey Boss!" The black Pegasi called out when he entered the stables.

"My lord," the other Pegasi hailed him and lowered their heads respectfully.

"You still stuck here, old boy?" Percy challenged as he walked down the row of stables only to stop in front of the stable his old companion occupied.

"Yes, Boss," the Pegasi confirmed and threw his head back in indignation.

"Ready to get out of here?"

Percy returned home feeling quite pleased with himself. He and Blackjack decided that it was best for the Pegasus to mostly roam until needed so he let Ms. O'Leary shadow travel them back to his glorious presence.

In hindsight he could have thought it through better yet for some reason he was surprised when he was greeted by a surprised shriek and impressive amount of cursing as Mrs O'Leary materialized on top of a row of deck chairs, flattening them underneath.

"Fuck!" the familiar ever gentle voice of Thalia Grace bellowed.

When Percy rounded the hound from the front to start clear of its wagging tail taking on the serious risk of being licked again he found Silena, Thalia, and a handful of other huntresses on the other side, two of the huntresses half-buried under the large hellhound.

"Up girl! Percy ordered and rammed against the side of the hound with his entire weight to motivate her to slowly release the eternal maidens.

"Thalia?" Percy asked incredulously as he freed the two teenagers from their very lazy prison. After a few more seconds the squirming girls finally managed to free themselves.

"What are you doing here?" Percy asked the huntresses.

"Well, Thalia mentioned you had a pretty impressive bar..." one of the huntresses said.

"And we thought we'd pay it our respects," Thalia concluded.

"I swear I didn't let them in, they just pushed past me...Oh no..." Silena wailed, coming to a skidding stop in the doorway of the gym, wearing leggings and a tank top. Her eyes were wide with despair as she stared at the hellhound. "You brought a dog home?"

Chapter Text

Silena Beauregard

"Are you sure there is no way I could convince you not to make me do this?" Silena asked for what felt like the hundredth time and shot a hopeful sideways glance at her glorious overlord. In a bid to seem more normal, they had chosen to arrive at her father's home in Georgia via car.

After Thalia and her friends had invited themselves in and claimed overall jurisdiction over Percy's booze supply, Silena's time had been split between working out, something she was finding herself spending a lot of time doing since her rebirth, catching up with her shores, and babysitting her self-invited guests.

Then Percy brought a Hellhound home, which in itself wasn't too bad. Mrs O'Leary was sweet and lovable, but she knew she'd be the one cleaning after it.

For some reason, she had been mildly surprised when Percy hadn't made a single move on her the entire evening. Not that she minded, it gave her the space to think about what would happen next.

After no amount of pleading seemed to work, Silena finally chose to sulk and watch in silence as they drove through the town she had grown up in. Before long, they were heading through the suburbs, down roads lined with middle-class houses. It seemed strangely quiet and peaceful, with children playing on the lawn.

"Here," she finally said, pointing out a white two-floor home with a garage on the side.

One side of the driveway was already occupied with a very familiar car, and Percy had parked right next to it a moment later.

"Ready?" he asked.

"No, but let's get going."

"You sure you want me to wait outside?" he asked.

"Yes," Silena replied.

Silena replied and unbuckled the seatbelt and stepped out of the car. After a moment of hesitation, she tossed aside her carefully laid-out plan. There had been enough lying.

"On second thought, would you be willing to join me after all?"

The god shrugged. Then they got out of the car and slowly walked up towards the door.

Those few steps had never seemed quite so far. They might have stood there a while longer if Percy hadn't taken the initiative and knocked for her. When she finally reached the door and stared at it, she could not bring herself to knock or ring the bell.

Silena shot Percy a nervous glance, her glorious overlord having the audacity to look perfectly at ease as he leaned against the wall, sporting aviator glasses and truthfully looking a lot hotter than she cared to admit.

Finally, after what felt like not an insignificant portion of a lifetime, the door opened and revealed a man who had aged before his time. He was shorter than Percy, with dark hair, and sad brown eyes, and an unkempt beard.

Percy Jackson

Truth be told, despite having joined Silena as emotional support, he was quite nervous. The prospect of possibly being introduced as the new boyfriend was bad enough. Not that he had any prior experience in the matter, but Percy was reasonably confident that being introduced as the owner would be at the very least just as awkward.

However, being the magnanimous god that he was, he stood behind the daughter of Aphrodite as the door opened, revealing who Percy presumed was Silena's father. The man stared at his daughter in shocked silence; his hand raised as if daring to entertain a forbidden dream.

"Silena," his lips formed though no sound escaped his lips.

Silena folded her hands neatly, and lowered her head. Then she looked up at her father through wide, innocent eyes.

"Hey daddy," she greeted him softly.

"Are you real? They told me you died..." he asked, his voice barely more than a whisper. Then all color faded from the man's features, and he collapsed in a heap as if someone had cut his strings.

"Oh my," Silena said and knelt at her father's side.

Fortunately, Silena's father wasn't heavy so Percy could drag him back into his living room and lay him down on his couch. As Percy closed the door, Silena knelt at her father's side. Fortunately, the man didn't take too long to come back around.

Silena folded her hands neatly, lowered her head, and looked up at her father through wide, innocent eyes.

"Hey, daddy," she greeted him softly.

The man abruptly sat up and threw his arms around his daughter, "How is this possible? Are you real? They told me you died..." he asked, his voice barely more than a whisper.

Silena reached out and gently palmed his cheek. "I'm alive, dad," Silena said gently.

The man rose to his feet, and his daughter mirrored the motion. Then he stepped forward and embraced his daughter tightly, lifting her straight off the floor in the process. Percy was quite sure that Olympian custom would demand that he interceded right there with a man but himself laying a hand on Silena in such an intimate way but decided that he really didn't care.

"How is this possible? Am I dreaming?" he asked, holding his daughter with tears of joy running down his face. Silena returned the embrace, silently crying herself.

"You are awake, daddy," Silena assured her father, her voice cracking. "And the other part...well, it is a long story."

Finally, they broke apart, and Silena awkwardly beckoned at Percy, who was still standing close to the wall. "Dad, this is Percy Jackson."

"You mean the Percy Jackson you had a crush on when you were fourteen?" Silena's father asked suddenly, a weak grin appearing on his face as if warming up to the situation.

Silena faltered for a long moment, completely caught off guard by the sudden change of pace. Then her still strikingly pale features turned scarlet. "Dad..." was all she said.

Percy wordlessly raised an eyebrow at the daughter of Aphrodite, who took care not to meet his gaze. Instead, she cleared her voice. "Ahm, yes..." the man held onto Silena's hand as if still afraid that she'd evaporate into thin air.

"Where are my manners? My name is Michael Theodore Beauregard. Seeing as you brought me my daughter I guess you can call me Michael. Can I offer you two anything?"

"That would be nice," Silena said, and they accepted the invitation.

The man closed the door without releasing Silena's hand. "Was it all a lie? Were you alive this entire time?"

Silena shook her head. "No, I was dead up until a few weeks ago. I would have come earlier..."

"How is this possible?" Michael asked again, staring at his daughter as if she were a banquette and he a starving man.

Silena opened her mouth and closed it again as she searched for the right words. "Come, sit down..." Michael finally invited them to the living room, and he and Silena sat together on the couch as Silena's father prepared three mugs of hot chocolate.

Finally, they were sitting with their mugs of hot beverages in increasingly uncomfortable silence. In the end, Silena just started talking, explaining how she had been in the underworld and the deal she had taken Hades and Persephone up on, and how she had ended up with him. By the end of her story, Percy was impressed by how selfless being a slave owner could sound, at least in Silena's words. While her father clearly wasn't happy about his daughter's arrangement, he seemed to share their sentiment that it was preferable to death. They stayed longer than Percy would have expected. Seeing Silena's and her father's genuine joy at being reunited was soothing for his weary soul, and it was obvious that they had much to catch up on.

Truth be told, he was also procrastinating telling Silena's father that she had to go again. His position as the generous host to his daughter was fragile at the very least. But finally, as the sun began to set, Silena cleared her voice. "So, dad. We must get going."

"Already?" Michael asked, his smile melting away like butter in a frying pan.

"It's almost seven o'clock and I want to be back in NYC before midnight. Percy has business with Artemis at dawn, and the goddess cannot be denied. Don't worry, I'll be around!" Silena promised.

Perhaps it was her promises, perhaps it was the casual invocation of Artemis's name but Michael let them depart after the exchange of phone numbers, embracing his daughter one last time, and shaking Percy's hand before they finally departed.

"I have a meeting with Artemis?" Percy asked pointedly after Silena buckled up next to him.

"It was the best I could come up with on the fly," Silena replied defensively as she buckled up and closed her eyes.

"You alright?" Percy asked as gently as possible.

"This was very exhausting," Silena finally admitted. "But worth it. Thank you for pressuring me into doing this." The daughter of Aphrodite rewarded him with one of her dazzling smiles.

"I can only imagine," Percy admitted.

"So, how about we introduce me to your mother," Silena asked, mischief sparkling in her eyes.

"Not today," Percy replied firmly.

"Oh, come on. It's only fair," Silena argued, clearly trying to hide her grin.

"For a slave, you presume much," Percy fired back.

"Oh. I must beg for your forgiveness, my glorious overlord. Would you wish to punish me?" Silena asked sweetly. Percy was sure that she was intent on pressing his buttons with the entire slave situation. His suspicions were confirmed when her hand came to rest on his thigh, sending not unpleasant shivers up his spine.

"Yes, I will spank you when I get home," Percy replied, keeping his face straight and voice stern.

Silena sniggered and then paused and sent a cautious look over at him. "You are joking, right?"

"Maybe," Percy replied smartly and earned a shove though her hand lingered on him a moment longer than was necessary, and Percy slowly got the feeling that Silena might be looking for the contact.

Contrary to the claims Silena had made to her father, the trip back to Olympus took about a quarter of an hour. The longest part was finding a place to park before using one of the charms Apollo had granted them to facilitate their journey.

After an exhausting few hours, Percy dropped back down on the deckchair at the pool, feeling quite pleased with himself as Silena bustled off. His peace and quiet were disturbed after something cast a shadow over his face.

The god's eyes fluttered open to find that it was the daughter of Aphrodite who cast his face in shadow, her own features enshrined by a halo of light. She was back in her bikini and looked down at him with a peculiar expression. "Silena?" Percy asked.

"Mind if I join you?" she asked, her voice neutral. "I don't feel like cleaning right now and Ms. O'Leary is sleeping in the sub-pool dining room..."

"Sure," Percy said, expecting the young woman to claim the deckchair next to him.

Instead, she knelt down on the side of his deckchair and nudged his arm. "Scoot over."

"Ahm,...sure," Percy said surprised but made some space.

A moment later, Silena Beauregard was lying next to him, her slender body pressing against his. She gazed up at him with her chin resting on his chest, blue eyes meeting green. At that moment, Percy's earlier suspicions were confirmed. Silena was very much inviting him to take advantage of their arrangement in a relatively natural way that didn't require big awkward steps from either herself nor him while giving him a way out that was face-saving for both of them.

The daughter of Aphrodite moved like a cat and somehow managed to look sweet and innocent as she crawled on top of him. With part of his mind still dozing and not really wanting Silena to leave he placed a hand on the small of her back and dozed off, mildly aware of Silena drawing lines on the fabric of his shirt with her index finger.

Drawing lines quickly turned into at first gentle, then increasingly persistent poking and prodding. Percy's eyes snapped open with a snort of laughter as Silena wordlessly dug fingers into his abs. "Silena," Percy complained and met her gaze. The message was clear, Silena wasn't willing to be kept waiting for much longer and there was a singular blend of innocence and playfulness sparkling in those deep blue eyes that could drive any man insane.

Percy leaned down a few inches and kissed Silena straight on the lips. The burning desire from the first time they had kissed was absent, though it was definetly still fun.

Assured that he was okay with her proceeding, Silena prosecuted him with quickly growing confidence, pulling his shirt further up mid-kiss. Percy sat up long enough to strip his own shirt off to maintain the spirit of fruitful cooperation, only to be pushed back down on top of the deck chair's backrest.

The daughter of Aphrodite hovered over him and continued to kiss him. Finally, Silena released his lip only to explore his jawline, neck, and chest muscles before her fingers curled around the hem of his swimming trunks.

Silena looked up at him quizzically for a moment, silently asking permission to proceed. It was a gesture Percy appreciated. Regardless, Percy certainly had no issue with Silena Beauregard's ambitions to get into his pants.

With nothing left to stop her Silena sheepishly patted the bulge in his swimming trunks before grinning and pulling it down with a single tug, his member bouncing up in newfound freedom.

Silena looked down at him with a cocked eyebrow.

"What?" Percy asked.

"Nothing... you're still pretty big..."

"Sucking up much?" Percy joked.

Silena opened her mouth as if to say something and then closed it again. "Phrasing..." she muttered and straddling his legs, her delicate hand closed around his length and began to jerk him off.

Truth be told he quickly decided that he was better at working himself than Silena was but regardless, having a girl as beautiful as Silena working on him made up for it. However, what Silena's touch could offer what his own lacked were the goosebumps that the touch sent down his back. Much too early Silena released his length and slid off the deckchairs.

"Sit up?" Silena ordered quietly.

Percy didn't say anything, not wanting to give Silena cause to change her mind so he did as ordered and swung his legs over the deck chair's edge and sat up in front of the young, scantily clad demi goddess. Kneeling there the way she did in a bikini, left little to the imagination. Leaning forward, Percy was offered an almost staged view of Silena's impressive bust and elegant form. It almost felt as if she were offering herself for inspection and she very well might have been.

She took his length in her hand again and awkwardly jerked him off for a few seconds before looking up at him. "Here goes nothing," was all she said. Then after securing her long dark hair over her left shoulder, she slowly leaned down towards his lap. Then, holding the base of his length steady in one hand, she slowly leaned down and awkwardly took his tip into her mouth.

He was immediately taken back to his first blowjob from Annabeth who had launched her oral career with a troubling amount of professionalism despite her apparent lack of experience leading him to believe that Annabeth had done quite some theoretical research beforehand.

Silena clearly had no such preparation but that didn't take away from it. At first, Silena only took his top few inches into her mouth but quickly grew bolder. The pace of her bobbing picked up slowly and she also took more of him into her mouth. Percy closed his eyes and listened to the quiet slurping. Truth be told he ended up enjoying the concept of Silena giving him a blowjob more than the blowjob itself but he stayed silent so as not to disturb Silena.

Despite the temptation, Percy didn't egg Silena on, instead allowing her to go about her business at her own pace. Without arresting her vertical motion, Silena looked up at him and maintained eye contact for a long second and that look did more to him than Silena did with her mouth. Finally, Silena did pull off his length and grinned up at him sheepishly before wiping her lips off.

"Are you enjoying yourself so far?" Silena asked shyly, continuing to slowly jerk him off.

"I would be lying if I said I didn't," Percy admitted.

Clearly pleased that her efforts were being appreciated, Silena went back to work and continued bobbing up and down his length, the sounds of her renewed efforts echoing sharply around the quiet courtyard. After a few long moments of hesitation, Percy rested a hand on the back of Silena's head. He didn't force her to take in more or go faster, but it just felt right.

Percy groaned softly as the young woman worked on him and he already felt improvment as she grew more confident in her craft. She slowly started forming an airtight seal with her lips and began sucking properly. After a few more minutes, it was a half-decent blowjob. In the end, it was his own patience that ran out first. If he wasn't much mistaken, Silena even seemed to be enjoying herself.

But with a finger hooked under her chin, he finally concluded her first blowjob. She looked up at him, the silent question apparent. As a reply, Percy took her hand and pulled her up, letting the young woman climb onto his lap.

Percy kissed the daughter of Aphrodite straight on the lips, disregarding what those lips had been doing mere moments ago. Pulling the young woman against him, they exchanged a series of slow kisses. Percy gently placed a hand on Silena's pale thigh and without breaking lip contact, he inched his hand up its inside. When she didn't protest, he slid his hand further up her leg all the way to her groin. She was already wet.

Finally, they broke lip contact. Studying her reaction, Percy slipped his hand into Silena's panties and rubbed against her clitoris, drawing a soft moan from Silena's lips. After teasing his friend for a few more seconds, Percy gently eased a finger into her.

"Fuck..." Silena breathed when Percy added a second finger.

The young woman seemed to once again melt into him as he carefully fingerfucked her, her moans growing louder and louder by the second. Before things could really heat up any further, the doorbell rang. Barking loudly, Mrs O'Leary came charging up the stairs and bounding towards the door, slipped, and skidded off into the pool in an impressive splash, bulldozing two deckchairs with her as she went. Moments later, the dripping wet Hellhound charged up the pool's stairs and disappeared into the atrium.

Silena cursed slightly. Whether because he had stopped with what he had been doing to her or because of all the mess the dog was causing, he didn't know.

"I've got this," Percy announced and rose from the chair and hurried after Mrs O'Leary.

"Sit," Percy ordered. After a stern look, the Hellhound finally settled down. Unfortunately, her tail was still waving enthusiastically as she gazed at the front door with glowing red eyes.

Sighing in resignation, Percy opened the door and found himself face to face with an all too familiar God with impressive golden blond curls.

"Apollo!" Percy greeted his fellow God warmly.

Hi, dude," Apollo replied. "You got a dog?"

Percy shrugged. "Kinda, what can I do for you?"

Percy was immensely grateful that Mrs O'Leary didn't try to show Apollo her very slobbery brand of affection.

"Not much. So, how are you moving in?"

"I can't really complain," Percy replied lightly.

Silena Beauregard

While Percy was answering the door, Silena dashed to return the deck chairs to their designated places and then slipped into the pool to hide how wet she was. She then folded her arms on the edge of the pool and rested her chin on her arms in an attempt to look casual.

What had happened, ...giving Percy a blowjob the way she had, it had hardly been her proudest moment. But after her night with Percy...some part of her, perhaps the part that still feared waking up and finding herself standing in Asphodel. There was something uniquely life-affirming to having a lover's hands on her body, feeling his lips caress her skin, and feeling her heart thundering in her chest as she moved closer to ecstasy. Perhaps as someone who had spent quite a while dead, she could be forgiven for her less than modest actions.

Then there were also the more mundane motivations. She was human and was exploring new physical needs. While Percy was a very tempting snack, he was also the only guy she had available.

So telling herself that seeing as she had climaxed in their night together while Percy had not, common decency would demand that she did something about that. Also, she was afraid that it might become awkward if she waited too long before making a move. That and truth be told, spending the entire day sitting still and pretending to be the innocent, undammed girl her father remembered had left her a tad bit horny.

Unfortunately, she had quite quickly realized that giving blowjobs wasn't as easy as Internet porn would suggest. Percy was too large for her mouth to handle comfortably, and it turned out she had no experience with it. She had, surprisingly enough, still enjoyed herself. Silena was also relatively confident that Percy had enjoyed himself too, regardless of her academic skill in that particular area.

With the taste of Percy's dick still in her mouth, she waited patiently until finally Percy returned with Apollo and smiled up at the two, deciding that for Percy's reputation on Olympus, it was best that she played the role of the pert servant.

"Silena," Apollo greeted her brightly, showing off his more familiar demeanor, which quite separated him from most other Olympians. Silena pushed herself up, climbed out of the pool, and glanced at Percy, knowing full well that the combination of a bikini and moisture left little up to the imagination.

"Do you wish me to serve you and your guest refreshments?" Silena asked, keeping her voice light and pleasant as she brushed her long wet hair behind her back.

"Not for me," Apollo replied, his gaze wandering up and down Silena's body. Mostly out of spite, she made a show of breathing a kiss on Percy's cheek and then spun around.

She should have been offended at shamelessly being checked out. Still, after spending many hours in the gym these past few weeks and also doing something about her naturally pale complexion, exasperated by the underworld, she took some well-earned pride in her appearance.

"Damn, girl. I hate seeing you go, but I love watching you walk away," Apollo called after her. Once again, Silena was torn between being annoyed about the obvious sexual objectification and somewhat flattered at the god's approval. Then, reasoning that she was running around in a bikini voluntarily, she decided to go with the latter. A bikini didn't exactly scream, "I demand to be judged by my personality."

As compensation for being cock-blocked by the sun god she began to fashion herself a Strawberry Daiquiri as she listened in on their conversation like any good servant would. "You know, if you ever want, we can enjoy that one together. Believe me, it's really fun. Or I can bring a girl or two over and we'll call it a proper party," Apollo suggested.

While some girls might have been tempted by the prospect of being shared by two very attractive male gods, Silena silently shuddered at the thought. She was strictly a one-guy girl and felt no desire to have to go akimbo, not that she wouldn't if Percy asked her to, but she definitely wouldn't volunteer for the honor. The prospect of an orgy also failed to appeal to her. With the mental image of her being double penetrated still vivid in her mind, she took a quick sip from her drink.

"Sorry, not really my thing," Percy replied, sounding rather embarrassed, and Silena quietly sighed in relief.

"Really, we used to do this all the time back in the day? You should have seen Helena of Troy..."

"I believe you," Percy said and coughed awkwardly. "I trust you didn't only come to offer me an orgy?"

Apollo chuckled in his normal light, good-natured manner. "Of course not. However, I still don't get why we stopped with those. That is like half of the reasons to have slave girls," Apollo mused. "Anyway, I bear rumors from the council. Hera and Zeus have plans for you."

"That sounds ominous," Percy replied.

"Well, the two of them actually agreeing on something is historically bad for the rest of us," Apollo mused, although not sounding overly concerned.

"What are their plans? To marry me off to Artemis?"

Apollo coughed in surprise and then snorted with laughter. "I will tell her that one...not that I would put it past Hera. Artemis and I think they wish to fully integrate you into the court on Olympus to balance out your allegiance to your father. Zeus and Hera would not wish to see a god of your potential, who already has saltwater running through his veins, have a heart solely beating for the sea.

"So, what can I expect?" her master inquired cautiously.

Apollo stayed silent for a long moment, and Silena imagined that the god had likely shrugged. "Likely some relatively straightforward errand. It is what they usually command. Recover the amulet, slay the monster, deliver a message," Apollo counted off lightly. "Often with side orders like you will not sire any children in that town. You will not charm that princess with your haiku; she is not for you... the usual."

Percy snorted. "Lord Zeus just says that to you, doesn't he."

"Probably," Apollo admitted.

The conversation soon passed on to other things that held little interest to her. Silena refilled her glass with the sun setting and took a trip down, cherishing the familiar warmth that the frozen beverage brought her. She hoped against hope that Percy wouldn't invite the god to stay for supper seeing as she intended to be part of the meal. It seemed that fortune was with them because they bid Apollo farewell within less than half an hour.

"Would it be vulgar if I wished to pick up where we left off?" Percy asked sheepishly as he closed the front door behind the god.

"By no means," Silena replied and kissed Percy straight on the lips, pulling him down to her with her arms wrapped around his neck. She felt his hand sliding down her back before grabbing her ass, his fingers digging into her flesh as he squeezed.

"Pervert," she whispered. Then she yelped Percy's name when he scooped her up into his arms without any warning. "

Looking immensely pleased with herself, Percy slowly carried her back over to the pool. Only mere steps from the water did she realize that he intended to dump her again. "Wait," she hissed in the nick of time.

Unfortunately, being both a lot smaller and lighter, there was fairly little she could do. After a few moments of weightlessness, she was fully submerged in the water. Submerged fully, Silena allowed herself a few long moments of the cold blue before surfacing.

After swimming in the shallows she pushed the hair from her face and grinned up at Percy.

"You want to do this in here?" Silena asked, an eyebrow raised.

"Always wanted to have sex in the water," Percy admitted sheepishly.

"Well? Are you coming, sailor?" Silena asked, smirking.

"Yes, Ma'am," Percy replied and also climbed down into the water.

Fortunately, Percy did not force her to wait long. He was upon her within moments, his hungry lips back on hers. He didn't take long to free her of what little clothes she wore and Silena didn't hesitate to respond in kind. Silena pulled herself up Percy's body and wrapped her legs around his waist. Now with a slight height advantage, it was she who leaned down and kissed Percy on the lips before moments later pulling his face between her breasts.

"Gods," she breathed as she kept him there for a few moments as his hands moved over her back. They could have continued for longer but frankly, Silena was horny and Percy seemed to be even stronger inside the water as he pushed her up against the side of the pool. She had never really spent much thought on making out or having sex in a pool, but it always looked pretty sweet in movies. The reality was much more awkward.

Her hair got everywhere and stuck to both their skin. The kisses they exchanged were very wet, but still pretty damn awesome. And hands didn't move over skin as smooth as they normally would when dry, also everything seemed to lose its taste unless you were tongue kissing which Silena went to. Percy's mouth tasted better than pool water. After a few minutes of quiet passion, the awkward exchange of saliva with Percy's hands mostly secured her own rear end. It was a very new kind of experience, and Percy being a sea god didn't seem to help much.

Having sex was also harder. The water negated the natural lubricants their bodies produced so no matter how badly she wanted Percy inside her, making it happen was harder. Percy had her jammed against the wall while she had her arms and legs wrapped around Percy. With one hand and a frustrated grunt, Percy positioned himself in her entrance.

"Slower," Silena grunted and grimaced.

"Sorry," Percy whispered and eased off.

Finally, Percy managed to push inside her without too much hassle or pain. Finally, Percy began to push into her slowly and after a few seconds, it became smoother as the water was somewhat sealed off. Percy sped up the pace without losing lip contact, grinding his pelvis against hers in slow circular motions. Her vision flicked with every thrust Percy made, her moans growing louder by the second. She felt Percy kiss her at the periphrases of every thrust.

"Gods Percy,..." Whatever she was going to say was cut off when Percy kissed her on the lip.

"Faster," She groaned, and Percy obliged, speeding up.

It went on like this for quite a while, with her just being along for the ride. Perhaps it was the cool water, but she really wasn't feeling the heat, not that she wasn't enjoying herself. She was moaning louder than Percy, and she sure wasn't faking. Regardless this time, it was Percy who ran out first. She could feel it, a staggering off his movements, less circular and more vertical. Finally, all movement was arrested, and Percy grunted loudly. A moment later, she could feel him cumming inside her.

For a minute or so, she only clung to him as the two stood there panting.

"You are on birth control, right?" Percy finally panted.

Silena snorted. "Yeah, I am," she panted, gently stroking down Percy's back. "I don't plan on being a teenage mother."

"Sounds reasonable," Percy joked, still winded sat Silena down on the edge of the pool.

"You didn't climax," Percy finally noticed, sounding more disappointed in himself than anything else.

"Still pretty great, consider yourself forgiven," Silena replied and smiled lazily. "Feel free to try again later."

As it turned out, she wouldn't have to wait for very long.

They ordered pizza that evening and are under the main dining table under the swimming pool. The cool glow from the pool filled the room with an equine light play with the lights turned dim. Before dinner, she had changed back into the dress she had worn when Percy had run into her. Dinner passed quickly and without ceremony. Things only got interesting after dinner. After bringing away the dishes, Percy returned to the dining room.

After Percy had brought the dishes away and she was about to wipe off the table she suddenly felt Percy's hands on her hips.

"What the!" Silena shrieked and jumped in surprise. "Don't sneak up on me like that!" she gasped, her heart thundering her chest.

"I can have you whenever I want," Percy whispered into her ear. His voice was low, and the hairs on the back of Silena's neck stood on end. Had he known what he was doing with her...

"Yes, you can!" Silena confirmed and stuck her tongue out in an attempt to hide how much she enjoyed this. "Just, not cool!"

Silena felt herself melting into him slightly. She knew he could feel it too, no formal permission was needed. Just then, Percy's hands began to wonder. One of his hands slid up to cup her breast. The other moved down to rest on her lower abdomen, only a thin sheet of linen separating his skin from hers. Some small part of her was satisfied that Percy seemed to be taking a more assertive tone, something that could spare her a lot of trouble down the line. But mostly, she was just very aware of Percy's hands, as they squeezed and pushed into her thigh gap through the dress.

"I want you," Percy whispered in her ears, pulling her against him.

"I know," she replied. She tried to sound snarky, but her words barely came out more than a whimper. She knew Percy could feel how wet she already was.

"I can have you whenever I want," Percy whispered, and she imagined she could hear the desire in his words. The hand on her breast tightened slightly.

Silena tried to say something snippy, but just then, Percy's lips found that certain spot on her neck and sucked on her skin.

"Oh gods, fuck you," she moaned softly, her hand going up until her fingers found Percy's hair. She was still turned from earlier, she told herself. There was no shame in that...

She had had a strict no-hickey policy with all her past boyfriends, and Charlie had tried hard to push the boundaries there. She had never broken that rule. Tonight it never came to her mind as he sucked harder on her skin or that if any other visitors came by she might have to answer embarrassing questions.

"Gods Percy, please," Silena Beauregard whimpered when Percy sucked harder, drawing her flawless alabaster skin between his lips.

"We are going to have sex," Percy whispered into her ear, those magic words almost making her dizzy. "We are going to have sex until neither of us can move."

When the hand between her legs pulled up slightly into her groin a moan escaped her lips and her cheeks suddenly felt very hot indeed as warm and cold shivers ran down her back.

When Percy's hands finally left their post, one grabbing her arm, the other finding its way to her back, she felt like she was ready for anything.

Percy Jackson

Percy pushed Silena's torso down to the tabletop with gentle force, giving her ample time to stop him, even if he knew she wouldn't. His right fingers were still wet.

Moments later the beautiful Silena Beauregard was bowed down over his dining-room table, looking up at him with both aroused expectation and apprehension. Standing behind her, Percy slowly pulled up the dress, revealing her pale rear-end. Faint tan lines from her panties were visible.

With newfound confidence, Percy reached down and pushed fingers into Silena's still-wet pussy.

"Don't tease, please," Silena begged when he began to slowly finger blast her.

At this comment, Percy slapped her rear end, though not nearly hard enough to hurt her.

"Be quiet," Percy ordered Silena. The daughter of Aphrodite looked like she was close to tears of frustration. It was then that he realized how horny she was.

Deciding to ease her pain Percy kicked off his swimming trunks and brushed his crotch up against Silena's rear, drawing another groan from her lips. Percy grabbed his length and gently ground his tip against her clitoris. It felt pretty damn awesome, all things considered.

"Please!" Silena begged, her voice cracking. She pushed back against his length, clearly hoping to cause a proper penetration. Feeling awfully pleased with himself Percy down and kissed her on the cheek before both his hands returned to the main object of his attention, the young woman's buttocks. Percy continued teasing her with his length and as he did so his gaze fell on the other entrance, looking so blissfully tight and tempting.

He had never given Anal much thought and almost involuntarily moved his penis up and tapped her other entrance. Silena jerked hard and stiffened. "Not that, please," She said softly.

"Don't worry," Percy promised and returned to his main target before the mood could be ruined. Already loosened up from earlier, and dripping wet, his length almost smoothly slid into Silena.

Percy began to take her with slow and steady thrusts and it really wasn't long until the sounds of Silena's appreciation rewarded his growing efforts. Slowly but steadily, Percy sped up and grabbed one of Silena's hands, adding what he hoped was a more personal note to this rather impersonal position.

Silena didn't seem to care either way so he continued to take her at a steady pace, using her moans to polish up his ego somewhat.

It went without saying that Silena felt as amazing as their first time. Warm and tight were the verbs he would go for.

Encouraged on by the song of Silena's arousal Percy slowed down slightly, savoring every moment.

The daughter of Aphrodite rested her chin on her crossed arms and seemed to be perfectly content with leaving him to it.

"Alright?" Percy asked, going back to a slow lazy pace, more in tune with Silena's current demeanor.

"What would suggest otherwise?" Silena replied and looked around.

"Dunno," Percy admitted and pulled out.

"Finished already?" Silena asked as she turned around and sat up, pushing her long dark curls from her flushed face.

"Want me to be?" Percy asked.

"No," Silena admitted grinning sheepishly, and allowed Percy to kiss her. Just to confirm that he was nowhere near finished with the young woman, he pushed the shoulder straps of her dress down her shoulders and smiled to himself as the dress simply slid down her body and piled up around her waist, leaving her torso free.

"Are you planning just to look at me all night?" Silena asked, her cheeks flushing in mild embarrassment.

"Kidding?" Percy asked lightly and kissed her on the lips, his hands almost naturally finding their way to her chest.

The lip contacts only a few moments before he pushed her down flat on her back. Silena shirked playfully as he hooked his hands behind her knees and pulled her pelvis close to him. Her already fair skin looked even paler in the pale blue light from above, giving it an almost luminous quality.

As tempting as the prospect staring at the beautiful young woman having sex with her was even better and with Silena apparently up for anything, he lost little time in positioning himself in front of Silena's entrance and raised her legs up. This time he almost smoothly slid into the daughter of Aphrodite and proceeded to take her with slow gentle thrusts, admiring the way her breasts bounced in rhythm.

Silena Beauregard

Silena grinned up at Percy and bit her lip as he slid back into her. Percy was a hottie and by no means did she mind having eyes on him as he exerted himself on her behalf. With Percy beginning to thrust into her she hooked her feet behind him to keep herself from being pushed up the table. Silena moaned softly with every thrust she was subjected to, her gaze locked on the god she had given herself to. His hands slid up her body and grabbed both of her breasts without breaking the pace.

She was well aware that unlike their first time, this wasn't passion born from the moment. If someone had told her only a few years ago that she would be perfectly fine with her "owner" bowing her down over the dining room table and having his way for her she would have outright challenged that person as both a liar and being devoid of anything resembling manners. Fortunately, she seemed to have grown used to Percy's considerable package.

Now here she was, very much allowing herself to enjoy the perks of being used by a very attractive sea god, content with knowing full well that she could end it by conveying her displeasure. She basked in Percy's efforts, feeling his barely restrained strength as he handled her, his hands rough and somehow gentle at the same time as he handled her breasts. Even if she had tried too, Silena doubted that she could have brought herself to stop him. There was something addictive to the heated contact, to how her heart was thundering in her chest.

"Hey," She complained quietly as he playfully pinched her nipples before going back to groping her.

Every thrust he made let sparks appear in front of her eyes. "You have no clue how often I imagined doing this to you," Percy admitted, his voice deep and like music to her ears.

"You and so many others," Silena replied, feeling rather pleased with herself at her response, despite the obvious distraction.

In response, Percy opened her legs and then laid them to rest over his shoulders, his hands resting on her thighs to keep her in place as he slowly picked up the pace. At this point, Silena resigned herself to play the passive role, perfectly content with allowing Percy to choose both the pace and the position.

As gentle and slow Percy might have started off, he quickly seemed to grow more confident by the minute as she involuntarily cheered him on with her moans.

Percy Jackson

It was the kind of sex he had been far away from with Annabeth, and judging by the loud moans and the fact that she was going along with this, it looked like Silena was enjoying it at least just as much as he was.

With both hands securing his lover's breasts, there was little to do but continue on as Silena visibly approached her climax, her moans and arousal growing in intensity as the seconds passed. Sure enough, five minutes later, he had reached his goal, and the young woman's sweat-coated body collapsed in on itself.

He had very much enjoyed watching Silena being pushed over the edge at his hands. How her arousal had visibly grown in intensity. Her breathing became more and more labored, his eyes half opened, and every muscle in her body seemed to strain against its counterpart until the damn finally broke.

At that point he had slowed down, allowing the young woman to enjoy the rush in peace. When Silena's gaze finally fell on him, that extremely sexy dazed smile appeared on his lips, and her chest still rising and falling with every panting breath. At this point, he had released her breasts to enjoy the view better. Then he leaned forward and kissed the young woman on the lips and helped Silena sit up again.

"Want to go to bed?" Percy asked, grinning.

"I'll borrow your shower if that is fine with you?"

Percy shrugged and Silena slid off the table and pulled her shoulder straps up again before the dress could fall away. Together they finished the short distance to his bedroom where Silena retreated into the bathroom. Sitting on his bed's edge he patiently listened to the sound of falling water. Some part of him asked himself why he hadn't joined Silena but before he could ponder the matter, Silena had already shut the water off again, and less than a minute later, Silena returned from the bathroom, still naked save for a Hair Towel.

"I really don't like the feeling of dried pool water on my skin," she explained apologetically as she finished rubbing herself dry with a second towel.

"Hair got wet," she explained apologetically and sat her perfect body down on his lap.

"I can see that," he replied, but truth be told, he was much too aware of Silena's close proximity to hold a conversation. Instead, he took the safe route, rested one hand on her thigh, and the other at her waist.

The daughter of Aphrodite grinned at him. "Ready for bedtime?" she asked.

"Frankly, you can't come out of the bathroom looking like that and expect me to want to go to bed," Percy announced firmly.

"I fear I created a monster," Silena announced dramatically, the back of her hand raised to her forehead in a theatrics display.

Figuring that this was a hint, Percy dropped back on the mattress and tried to pull Silena on top of him. Somehow Silena slid free from his grasp and ended up straddling him, looking down at him with a playful grin. "Not sure this is working out for me. You are awfully cute, and I am enjoying the sex part in the sex slave, but you are insatiable"

"If you like, I can stop," Percy countered nonchalantly. "No one is forcing you to be in this bed, literally and figuratively."

Silena swiftly held her finger to his lips. "Shush shhhhh," she silenced him hastily. "Hush, don't start talking crazy stuff. So, how about you just continue taking advantage of my helpless disposition and disregard my honor?"

A moment later, the beautiful daughter of Aphrodite had straddled him and was attacking his lips with extreme prejudice while he was thankful that Silena had been so kind to police her long hair. The moist towel on her head was slightly off-putting but still, having this beautiful young woman on his lap was well worth it.

"So now what?" Silena asked.

"Well, I haven't eaten you out yet," Percy pointed out innocently, and a grin appeared on her face.

"Well, no you haven't," Silena agreed playfully and slid off his lap and flopped over on her back and stroked over her leg with her opposing foot.

Once again, not wishing to disappoint, Percy rolled on top of her, and moments later, they kissed. Percy didn't stay on level long and soon found himself on his way down her body, making a short stop at her breasts before proceeding down her flat abdomen and finally skipping to her soft, tender thighs. He drew a line of kisses up Silena's milky white flesh until he reached her shaven womanhood.

Silena's breath caught as he exhaled onto her and a moment later he was exploring Silena's most hidden regions with his tongue. He didn't have that much experience at going down under but had a practice round or two in the past with Annabeth and had done the academic legwork before ever getting down to business.

However, the work was quite straightforward, working up and down her vulva.

Fortunately for him, Silena didn't seem to be much harder to please than Annabeth in that specific discipline. Anatomically it was pretty much the same so he could find his way around without any headache.

"Yes, that's it," Silena muttered softly and Percy felt her grip on his hair growing as her feet hooked behind his back and her thigh's grip on his head tightened as he continued working again. Percy gently parted Silena's legs further and pushed his partner into a split to allow himself a more comfortable answer. "Oh fuck," Silena breathed as Percy explored as deep as he could with his tongue. "Wait, uhhh!" she whimpered.

Those were the last words Silena said for the next few minutes. More primordial utterances soon replaced articulated words.

When he first added a finger to the mix, Silena's moans grew heavy and as sweet as honey to his ears. Their gaze met and all things considered, the look on Silena's face with her flushed cheeks was pure gold.

He might have even gotten Silena to climax then and there if his tongue hadn't grown sore and his hand hadn't cramped.

Finally, Percy pulled away from between Silena's thighs and rose to his knees. "Hmm?" Silena panted. "Why did you stop?" she asked, a dangerous note-off annoyance seeping into the voice as her expected orgasm was postponed.

Once again, Percy indulged himself for a few long moments, admiring the beautiful woman lying in front of him.

"Not wishing to antagonize Silena any further, he grinned. "In the spirit of taking advantage of you, I want to try out Doggy-style..."

Silena paused visibly for a moment, and then another sheepish grin appeared on her face.

"Well, if you insist," she said and slowly rolled onto her stomach, and his attention shifted from her breasts to her quiet, spectacular, perfectly round, and smooth aft deck. She had lazily risen onto all fours a moment later, and Percy swiftly moved in position behind her.

Once again, Percy simply could not resist playfully slapping Silena's aft deck. "If I had my way, you would be spanked daily," Percy joked.

Silena glanced back at him and raised an eyebrow. "Dude, you really need to learn when to shut up."

Percy chuckled and positioned himself before sliding into her. "Fuck!" Silena muttered and collapsed down onto her elbows. Holding Silena by her hips he slowly began to move inside her.

"This is actually pretty nice," Silena said and sighed deeply when he slid back deep inside her dripping wet womanhood. "Relaxing is the right word I think..." she muttered and whimpered as he pushed into her the next time.

It was all the same to Percy, and even this quite exclusive vantage of Silena Beauregard wasn't completely new to him anymore. Not wanting to hurt Silena Percy only slowly sped up. For some reason, the way Silena bucked forward every time their bodies met was quite satisfying. So were her moans and the way he could see her muscles flexing with every movement he subjected her to.

Already slightly loosened and dripping wet Percy could take her comfortably.

Time became somewhat of a blur as he continuously thrusted into his partner in crime. He tried to think about anything but the gorgeous woman he was fucking to last as long as possible. The weather, English class, sushi, anything but that marvelous, milky white set of firm, smooth cheeks he was grinding his pelvis against. Emboldened by Silena's positive feedback Percy slid one hand up Silena's spine until he could grab a fistful of Silena's hair and playfully tugged her head back. It seemed as if his strategy was working because he outlasted Silena, and almost laughed at her increasingly intense gasping moans.

However, this gentle exertion of control seemed to be welcome, and not soon later, he was greeted by the unforgettable sensation of Silena's womanhood tightening around his length. Her breathing too grew more labored.

Just as she was about to climax, Percy pulled out and was immediately comforted by an annoyed groan from Silena. "Really? You're just going to leave me hanging here?" she complained.

"Who said I was finished with you?" Percy countered and playfully poked her rear end with his manhood, earning himself another almost growl. Then Percy playfully slapped her rear end, earning himself the "seriously" look, and gently slid right back in.

Percy chose not to test Silena's patience anymore and conscientiously fucked Silena all the way to her orgasm. Being the magnanimous overlord he was, he granted her this release. When Silena went limp on her stomach in a sweaty heap, she finally looked up at him with that extremely sexy post-orgasm grin before resting her head on her folded arms. Then the naked woman wiggled her rear a bit, inviting him to have his fill, her ankles crossed teasingly.

It was awkward, but after stuffing a pillow under her pelvis, Percy was able to push into her while assuming something similar pushup position, his hands placed on either side of Silena's head and his legs hugging hers.

Then Percy continued thrusting into Silena with slow motions of his pelvis, confident that he was still welcome to indulge himself by the sound of the soft moans escaping her sweat-covered body. He kept it up. Whatever put him there aside, Percy was in the zone and felt like he could keep this up forever.

"Oh gods," the young woman breathed and twisted her torso around far enough to look back at him as he continued to take her with slow, deep thrusts. By now, Silena was a good deal less tight, so he could comfortably move inside her. After Percy granted her a kiss, Silena laid back down on her crossed arms. It was Percy's best run yet, and Silena climaxed twice more before he finally came inside the young woman and his seeds filled her up.

His manhood still deep inside, Silena Percy collapsed on top of her slender body, panting heavily. "I never want to get dressed again," Silena muttered as Percy kissed her temple. "Or move!"

"I don't think I'll allow you to," Percy replied and earned a light laugh.

When he slid off the young woman, Silena turned around to face him, and Percy quickly pulled her into his arms. For a few long minutes, they just lay there, their bodies seemingly wrapped around each other as the evening's aid slowly tried off their sweat.

Despite Percy slowly dozing off, it wouldn't be their last dance that night.

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Percy Jackson

After what had truly been an epic sleepless night of debauchery, things had calmed down between them considerably. Much of whatever had fueled the desire between them seemed to have been burned up that night as if they had gotten each other out of that system. Not that nothing physical happened between them but it was a much more laid-back and casual affair than before.

The following week had been surprisingly calm with a few lights. Percy and Apollo met up every day for an hour or two in what could only be described as a crash course to godhood. He made little to no progress. A minor highlight occurred that morning before when Silena invited herself to a blowjob and prosecuted the matter until, nearly half an hour later, he finally came in her mouth. After swallowing she had continued on with her chores as if nothing had happened. Why? He did not know, but he wasn't about to question it.

Just as things had begun to quiet down around him and something akin to normality reentered his life, Hermes's sigil appeared over the dining room table where they were eating dinner. A moment later, a scroll fell from the sigil and landed on the table, after which the sigil disappeared.

"There goes dinner," Silena muttered and gave him that look. Silena wore the elegant white ancient Greek dress Percy had first seen her in and her long dark hair was woven into a thick braid. The garment showed off a very generous amount of Silena's cleavage, and Percy was still not sure if this was some sort of invitation or Silena was just rocking the newly-discovered style.

"Hey, you aren't allowed to look at me like that. I thought that was the arrangement. " Percy complained and Silena stuck her tongue out.

Sighing deeply, he unrolled the scroll.

"I am supposed to report to the council chamber," Percy summarised the ancient Greek script.

"I stood in the kitchen for more than an hour," Silena replied pointedly.

"Well, sorry," Percy exclaimed and rose to his feet. "I can't really ignore this."

"Well, if I have to throw all of this away, I will be quite cross with you," Silena announced.

"I'll be back as soon as possible," Percy assured her.

"If you say so."

"I thought you weren't allowed to be snippy with me?" Percy mocked her and received a well-earned middle finger.

Fifteen minutes Percy was hurrying up the wide, torch-lit marble stairs to the large temple on top.

Wide golden gates stood open, welcoming him into the golden-lit interior.

Percy quickly realized that he was being expected. Zeus, Hera, and Poseidon stood in the center of the brazer-lit marble hall, clearly awaiting him. They had shrunken down to mortal human size, which was fortunate enough because Percy hadn't learned yet how to size himself up. The gods were dressed in modern mortal attire. Poseidon in his Hawaiian shirt, Zeus in a businessman's suit, and Hera in a wine-red cocktail dress.

"Lady Hera, Lord Zeus, father," Percy greeted the three of them cautiously.

"Ah Perseus, I trust Olympus has been treating you well so far?" Zeus asked lightly.

"I have," Percy confirmed evenly, not sure if this was supposed to be a reference to Silena or not.

"Good, very good," Zeus exclaimed, sounding a lot more animated than he had ever seen the god before.

"Heard about that blond of yours, quite a pity," Hera added helpfully, although she didn't look sorry at all.

"Dear sister, feuding with a demigoddess is beneath you. Get over her," Poseidon pressed before he could reply anything.

"Ahm, yes. Please leave Annabeth alone, and Thalia too," Percy hastily added.

Hera shrugged, "Fine."

"So Percy, you are probably asking yourself why we invited you here," Poseidon announced brightly. It was then that Percy realized that the three gods were somewhat tipsy.

"I am," Percy admitted cautiously.

"So!" Zeus started and clapped his hands together. "You are familiar with the goddess Khione."

"Somewhat?" Percy admitted, already not liking where this was going.

"We have reservations down in the city, so I will keep this short. Khione has consistently been a nuisance ever since the Winter of 1946," Zeus began.

"And then there was her betrayal this winter," Hera added, clearly still upset about that incident.

Just then, the most peculiar sensation overcame Percy as the scent of brownies, and baking cookies suddenly lay heavy on the air. A sense of peaceful contentment overcame him, and he just might have sat down then and there for a few hours with a vacant smile plastered over his face.

"So..." an all too familiar voice of Piper Mclean announced itself in his mind. "My flat in Manhattan fell through. Something about the building not being safe. Do you know someone who needs a roommate...or could you use another one yourself? My dad said he'd cut me off if I lived alone or with someone irresponsible,...well just get back to me or whatever. I am willing to do just about anything at this point, you know, except, of course, all that nasty stuff..."

'"Are we boring you, Percy Jackson?" Hera asked sharply.

"Uhm no, sorry," Percy announced and quickly explained what had just happened.

To his surprise, Hera only smiled.

"Son, it looks like someone sacrificed something to you and sent along with a prayer," Poseidon explained. "You'll get used to it."

"So, what any more questions on your quest?" Zeus asked.

"Forgive me, I just completely zoned out during that prayer thing..."

Zeus sighed and stroked his beard. "Well, nephew. You are going to capture and arrange the long-term containment of Khione. Hard-won experience would suggest that cutting someone to ribbons before casting them into Tartarus just isn't working out for us."

"Oh," Percy said. "What do you mean contain?"

Hera smiled coldly. "What you do with her, or how to utilize her is of no concern to us, provided she never causes us problems again."

"Oh," was all Percy said in response, and understood the purpose of the small jail in his basement.

"Where is she?" Percy asked.

"I would hope Quebec. As a short-term solution, we put her under house arrest in her father's palace. Take restraints, just in case. If she gives you the slip in transit, recapturing her will be a considerable hassle. Go with a collar and cuffs," Hera suggested helpfully.

"If she isn't where she is supposed to be, you are permitted to prosecute her with extreme prejudice."

"I see," Percy replied. The entire Silena affair had already pushed him way out of his comfort zone and being handed the task to capture someone and then hold them against their will was not something that sat well with him. That someone being a literal goddess only added to his problems.

"Well, we must be going. Hades is a punctual god."

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Silena Beauregard

She had been more than apprehensive, to say the very least, when she heard that they were to host what was most certainly going to be an unwilling guest for the foreseeable future. Ethics aside, Silena had more pressing security concerns. While she had a considerable amount of martial experience, she was still less than comfortable in her abilities to deal with an ancient goddess.

"Shouldn't you be preparing for your mission?" Silena asked as she buttoned up her light blouse after what had been a quite pleasant half-hour distraction from her never-ending chores in Percy's service.

Percy shrugged as he looked up at her. The god was still lying on the deckchair where she had mounted him and shrugged. "Probably," he admitted.

"Well, then get to it," Silena told him off. "I doubt Zeus will appreciate having his divine assignment put on hold."

"What are you expecting me to do? Just take Mrs. O'Leary or Blackjack down to Canada and politely ask Khione not to put up a fuss?" he asked. "Care to come along for that one."

Silena laughed and turned away from Percy. "No, thank you, master. The prospect of becoming an ice sculpture fails to appeal to me. I think I will stick to the domestic duties and leave the sanctioning of renegade goddesses to my glorious overlord."

"Good to know that one so dedicated mans the home front," Percy replied sarcastically and finally got dressed as well.

Silena bowed deeply. "In the meantime, I will arrange our guest's living arrangement, provided you intend to keep her here."

"I guess," Percy replied, and Silena sighed, realizing that Percy hadn't actually thought that far ahead.

"I take it we'll be holding her in the conveniently placed jail?" she asked. She might not be Annabeth Chase, but even she had by now put one and one together. Having Percy conveniently take care of troublemakers had been the plan from the beginning.

When she hurried off, her mind drifted into darker territories. Memories of the war and past loved ones. Silena assumed that it was a side effect of her time in Asphodel, but the pain of losing Charlie was as fresh as it had been when Percy first announced his death. At the same time, the memories that she made with him had already grown distant and faint. She hadn't told Percy, knowing how strange it would sound, but without these memories to feed off, there was only the pain that found her in her quieter hours.

Their affair or arrangement... whatever it was had grown less heated than in the first few days, which suited Silena just fine. While she was nowhere close to ready for a new romantic relationship, she was more than happy to let her strapping young and rather attractive god, whom she was stuck with, take care of her needs. He was a good distraction from having to think.

Silena made her way down to the residence's lowest level, placed her hands on the large vault door, and spun the locking wheel. Having reset the door, she now had access. The large room with the four celestial bronze barred cages lined both sides of the wall with bare cots and restraints secured into the wall in each room.

Silena took a deep breath. She had her work cut out for her. And so, after a short shopping trip, she added a proper mattress to the cot. A small table, chair, and a few books soon joined. Finally, she had Percy set up a television and gaming set. Whatever strife certain parts of the Camp Half-Blood community felt, she was neither in any position to judge nor did she intend to make it her own problem.

When she finished up about an hour later, she returned upstairs only to find Percy watching a movie and sighed. "Just get to it, call that Piper girl or one of your other friends who dealt with her in the past. I'm sure they'd be happy to help," she chided him. She was about to threaten Percy with befriending his mother when someone knocked on their door.

"I'll get it," Percy announced before she could and rose from his chair and hurried to get to the door.

Percy Jackson

When he opened the door, he found himself once again face to face with Thalia Grace. "Hi, Kelphead?"

"Sup, Pinecone Face," Percy replied. Thalia pushed him back a few paces and closed the door behind them. "You're taking down Khione, and I want in," she announced matter-of-factly. "The popsicle incident?" Percy asked. Thalia raised an eyebrow. "Well, duh!" she confirmed.

"I thought I recognized your gentle voice," Silena greeted Thalia dryly.

Thalia smiled fondly at Silena. "Silena! Enjoying life? Your knees look good," the huntress jabbed, and they were rewarded with a light blush. Percy cleared his throat. "Well, Thalia. Want to come in?" "I already am," Thalia replied.

"Long story short, the Hunt still owes Khione payback, and a few of us would very much like to help you catch that witch and drag her back to Olympus in chains. Artemis says she's cool with us coming along."

"So, I haven't really decided on who to bring yet. I don't think Piper can stay objective, Hedge and Leo just aren't very reliable, although Leo has fire abilities, which could be helpful. This would probably leave me with Jason, I guess," Percy admitted as he led her back to the inner courtyard. "Haven't seen him in a while."

"Then me butting in makes your choice so much easier," Thalia pointed out sweetly.

"Fine, you and your friends can come along," Percy conceded. "We'll need at least one person who has actually visited the place, though. I'll ask Jason later. I need to make a few calls anyway."

"So, what's the plan?" Thalia asked, sounding a lot more motivated than he felt. Percy shrugged.

"Catch Khione and lock her up in my basement."

"That sounds like a well-thought-out plan. I especially appreciate your attention to the details," Thalia remarked sarcastically, and Percy mockingly bowed his head.

Percy looked over at the pretty daughter of Aphrodite for a long, thoughtful moment with a slightly sinking feeling as she longingly sipped on her expertly made Mojito. He'd need to keep a closer eye on her.

"Let me know when this is going down. I've got a handful of girls that already volunteered," Thalia announced.

"I would love to invite you to stay for dinner, but I do have work too," Percy finally announced.

Thalia grinned. "I wouldn't want to force Silena to spend more time in the kitchen. You know, gender roles and all..."

Percy rolled his eyes. They talked for a few more minutes before he finally showed his cousin to the door.

The next thing on his to-do list was obvious. Percy tossed a golden coin into his fountain. "So, hi, Lady Iris. Show me Jason Grace, please," Percy announced awkwardly, not quite sure how he should address the goddess now that he was a god as well.

The spray turned into a fine mist, and a colorful rainbow started shimmering in the air. A heartbeat later, the all-too-familiar face appeared, hanging in the air. From the looks of it, Jason was in a dorm of some sort, sitting at a desk doing schoolwork.

"Good afternoon, Percy," Jason greeted him with a grin. Percy was honestly happy to be spared any formalities.

"Jason, sup man?" Percy returned the greeting. "Sorry for going silent like that. I've been quite busy."

"So, I've heard," Jason replied. "School has been a complete nightmare. I can't see why mortals even bother to try."

"I feel your pain, my dude," Percy assured him.

"Well, yeah. Anyway, what can I do for you?" Jason asked.

"Remember Khione?" Percy started.

"Hard to forget, not the warmest person out there...pun intended," Jason said, grinning. He looked tired, though.

"Your father, in his eternal wisdom, has ordered me to capture Khione and drag her back to Olympus. Thalia and part of the hunt have already volunteered, but we could really use someone who has actually been to Boreas's residence in that place with the Canadians."

Jason's grin widened. "You kidding me? I've been waiting for an excuse to get out of this place! When do you plan to go through with this?"

Percy shrugged, "Dunno, in a few days, I think. Thalia found out about my assignment quite early, and I don't want to give Khione the time to find a bolt hole or worse, dig in."

Jason pumped his fist in anticipation. "You don't even have to ask. Let me know about the time and date, and I will definitely be there," Jason assured him.

"You going to ask Leo...and Piper?" he asked, hesitating for just a moment.

"I will ask Leo, but I think Piper's feud with Khione might just make this blow up in our face," Percy reasoned.

This seemed to please Jason somewhat, and Percy hid his own relief. Now that he thought about it, Piper and Jason being forced to work together might also make the entire quest blow up in their faces. Not that he was worried about Jason, but Piper might just wake up that morning and choose violence. From a historical point of view, underestimating a pissed-off daughter of Aphrodite was an expedient route to an early grave.

"I don't think...no disregard. You might just be right there," Jason conceded, apparently changing his mind mid-sentence.

"I would love to chat more, but I have some stuff to do," Percy announced. "You definitely need to come by Olympus. It would be nice to hang out again."

"I imagine you do," Jason agreed. "I will be sure to take you up on that. According to Piper, you have a pretty sweet place."

"I do," Percy confirmed. "Looking forward to it. Well, good luck studying."

"'I'll need it. See you."

Percy mock saluted, and Jason swiped his hand through the mist. That left one more thing to do, and so he called Piper.

When the daughter of Aphrodite appeared, Percy immediately realized that Piper wasn't alone. Two other kids her age also looked suspiciously Native American as well. The other kids had their backs to him, and fortunately, Piper saw him the moment she did. Her eyes widened in surprise, and she mouthed, "I'll call you back later!" and hastily slashed her hands through the call.

"Okay..." Percy muttered to himself. "People have private lives..."

His third call went to Leo Valdez. He was somewhat surprised to find Leo welding something on some machine in his workshop at Camp Half-Blood. "Yo, Leo!" he called out.

Leo didn't react, fully immersed in his craft.

"Leo!" Percy yelled.

"Leo!" a deep male voice yelled from the other side of the call.

Finally, Leo turned off his torch and looked up, realizing that he had company.

"Oh, Percy," Leo greeted him, shuffling around awkwardly.

"You doing alright?" Percy asked.

"Yeah, fine so far. No major complaints," Leo replied after pulling up his face shield and scratching the back of his head.

"So listen, I've got a quest coming up. We are supposed to track down Khione," Percy started.

Leo looked at someplace out of Percy's view. "Hey, I would love to help you, but I don't think I really can," he started, and Percy grinned. "I understand, man," Percy said quickly, already having been on the fence about Leo and happy to avoid further snags down the line.

"I am really sorry, but this is a really bad time for any quests," Leo repeated himself apologetically.

"Don't sweat it," Percy assured him. "What are you up to?"

Leo shrugged. "Spending time at Camp, following up on a few projects. Caly is apparently off exploring the mortal world." He didn't seem too happy about it, and Percy couldn't really hold that against him. "She's kinda worried that the Olympians might suddenly decide that her presence on earth is undesirable..."

"I understand," Percy assured him. "No apology needed."

They talked for some more, but Percy's business was concluded. When he finally returned to Silena, he was feeling quite good about himself. Unfortunately, Silena didn't seem overly impressed by his labor, and then he remembered that she spent most of her time playing his maid.

A short swim followed by the almost obligatory round of sitting in the sun next to Silena later, an ambient female voice greeted him. "Lord Perseus, the daughter of Aphrodite, Piper McLean, wishes to converse with you. Will you allow this?" the familiar voice of Iris greeted him.

"So this is like an Olympian spam filter," Percy mused and then turned his attention back to the call.

"Sure," Percy replied, and a moment later, the familiar face of Piper McLean appeared hovering over his feet.

To his mild surprise, Piper blushed slightly and lowered her gaze. "Put on a shirt, Percy," she ordered, and Silena snorted in suppressed laughter.

"Oh, shut up," Piper snapped at her half-sister, blushing even more.

Regardless of how much this exchange amused Percy, he chose to comply with her wishes and put on a shirt.

"You were trying to call me?" Piper finally asked, her face straightening. "Sorry, I was working on a school project earlier...exams are approaching."

"Everything is cool. I did kinda pop in on you, so..., anyway, you sent me a message?"

"Oh, the prayer?" Piper asked, her cheeks taking on an adorable pink tone again. "You got that?" Piper nervously ran her hand through her hair.

"Ah, yes," Percy replied.

"Sweet, so yeah. My flat fell through, and finding a roommate is a bitch. I would have asked Annabeth, but I heard she lives in this tiny apartment."

Percy smiled generously. "I got you, Piper. If you really need to crash at my place, you are always welcome for as long as you need it. I'd be happy to help you find a place, of course. It turns out I am somewhat well-connected among the Demigod community."

Piper smiled gratefully. "That would be amazing. I kinda don't want to have to crash with strangers. I would like to keep my kidneys. With mortals, someone might figure out who my dad is..."

"You have to be careful. I got stuck with some weirdo roommate and now can't get rid of her," Percy announced and nodded over at Silena, who raised her eyebrows but said nothing.

Something told me he would be paying for that comment.

"I am sure you are suffering horribly," Piper replied dryly.

"I am. She makes me do disturbing stuff too."

It was a lie, but one meant as a joke, and Piper sniggered.

"Are you alright, Silena?"

Silena rolled her eyes. "You have no idea, darling."

"Back to business," Percy announced. "If you need a place to sleep, you can do it here. We'll have to come up with a fair chores plan. Otherwise, Silena will murder us in our sleep."

Piper smiled, clearly relieved.

"It would be our pleasure to have you here," Silena assured Piper as well, officially giving her blessing on the matter.

"I swear, I won't be a burden."

"I know," Percy assured her.

Chapter Text

Percy Jackson

With his small dream team assembled, everything happened surprisingly fast. Thalia and a small handful of the huntresses shifted to his place about half a week later. That was about the same time Jason arrived and they started planning.

He was pleased to find that Silena seemed to regain a lot of her old cheerfulness with more people around her as her extroverted personality finally got the social input her brain needed. Percy barely knew Thalia's group. Unfortunately, not too many of the ones he had gotten to know during his first war were left at this point. Fortunately, the ones Thalia had brought were mostly among the number of old-timers, so he recognized those. He was more than happy to be able to rely on both their experience and their grit.

Percy knew that Silena wished to stay under the radar of the demigod community as she didn't wish to face those that she had betrayed. To spare Silena the humiliation, he had kept their interactions strictly platonic. However, something told him that the days where Silena could stay out of the limelight were rapidly coming to an end.

However, that was another story. After two days of gathering supplies, planning, and Percy researching the conditions of his participation in any quest they were off north. In the end, it was Artemis who explained the finer points of the rules. As long as he played by demigod rules, he should be fine. It's what she apparently did with the hunt.

Silena would remain back to watch the house with Ms. O'Leary to watch her back. Percy had encouraged her to invite old friends over. With him underway he would not have to answer any hard-to-answer questions about their exact relationship for Percy was quite confident that if any modern Woke College campus were to judge the word rape would probably fall.

So they all met up at Grand Central and took a train north. For those with the eyes to see, they were probably quite a sight. Two young men were escorted by a group of half a dozen girls with silver camo jackets and war bows slung over their backs. By now, Percy had managed to memorize their names.

There was of course, Thalia who requires no further introduction. Then there was Juliette, a perpetually annoyed fourteen-year-old who, even after centuries, hadn't gotten past puberty. There was Amberley, a cautious and levelheaded blond that reminded him of Annabeth a bit. Then there was Ariadne, who Percy got the feeling came from ancient Greece though it had been hard to get her to talk to him. Melissa was also one of the more approachable girls, though not too shy to punch Percy rather hard when she felt that he had paid her too much attention. He hadn't...she had been raiding his bar with Silena, his gaze being dedicated to the latter. Truth be told, thirteen-year-old girls weren't exactly his thing, regardless of how old they were.

There was also Lisa, a darker-skinned sixteen-year-old that always seemed rather tongue-tied around him. Thalia later elaborated that she knew and apparently hadn't gotten the "hate boys" message yet.

There was Penelope, a twelve-year-old brunette with disturbingly cold eyes. According to Thalia this one had been rather close with Phoebe and Zoe and hadn't gotten over her two friends' demise yet. That one, regardless of her short stature, freaked Percy out a bit.

They found the compartment they had reserved just for their group and somehow, all of them managed to fit in without violence breaking out and before long they had a bunch of folks with ADHD staring out of the window with the growing desire to do something.

"You know, you really should have called in Annabeth..." Thalia announced after a few minutes of increasingly awkward silence. "She's most acclimated to putting up with you on quests."

Percy felt Jason on his other side flinching and gave Thalia a long pointed look, aware that everyone is watching the two of them. "Well, asking her would be quite an awkward endeavor at this point in time."

"How about we steer clear of touchy topics like girlfriends or ex girlfriends altogether?" Jason offered helpfully. "Otherwise these will be the longest sixteen hours of our lives..."

"Maybe we'll get attacked by monsters," Lisa announced hopefully. "That'll pass the time."

"How about that doesn't happen," Percy offered. "No one needs to die for this mission, especially not before we get there."

"We could take a monster or two," Juliette declared confidently.

"I am sure you could easily best any imaginable enemy in glorious melee combat but how about we don't get sidetracked by some premature fatality," Percy suggested diplomatically.

Juliette didn't seem to agree with him but Thalia did, which settled the matter. Minutes turned into hours and before long, boredom ruled them. With nothing better to do, they ended up playing UNO for hours on end. He was mildly amused and taken aback by how competitive the female part of their group played the game.

Sixteen hours was a long time to kill and even a borderline hostile card game couldn't keep them occupied up more than a few hours.

Silena Beauregard

As it turned out Silena had grown very used to having Percy around herself, even in these few days. Now that he was away, ...well she was very much aware. Suddenly the house was very large and very empty. Some part of Silena even regretted that she hadn't joined Percy on the quest. There were only so many times you could clean everything and being alone again in a house with prison and BSDM dungeon was a bit weird. There was something strangely masochistic in oiling and polishing the whips meant to be used on her. She had visited the latter more than once, even if only to find a vibrator and then marvel at how anyone could enjoy anything. Being cuffed or tied to the bed, she could see that. But some of the stuff there...? She failed to see how anyone could form any passion there.

One could only clean the house soo often and before long she found herself strolling around the divine city. Percy, ever generous, had reminded her that she was welcome to leave their home and Olympus. She loved Olympus with its splendid elegance but she just couldn't resist. She was very much extroverted and so the allure of the city below was simply too great. Streets bustling full of life.

So before long, she found herself sitting in a Starbucks. One of the advantages of being Percy's slave, apart from the sex, was that technically she had no personal property so Percy was the one to foot the bill. And after being quite liberal with handing out blow jobs she did feel somewhat entitled to a treat. Truth be told, after originally wanting to impress Percy she found herself very much enjoying herself. She might be a slave, but when she was giving head she was completely in charge. She decided if he felt pleasure or pain and how long she prologued the torture. So after swallowing quite a few loads by now she didn't feel very bad as she got herself very fancy coffee with a fancy Italian name with a file of still oven-hot muffins.

"Hey, excuse me?"

Silena turned around and found a guy of an athletically built guy of African American heritage. He wore an NYU hoddie and assumed he was a college student.

"Hi, I'm Hunter. I think you are really pretty and wanted to know if I can have your number?"

Silena smiled kindly. She had promised herself long ago never to turn someone down too harshly, provided they minded their manners. He was cute, but she didn't have a number to give even if she were inclined to do so.

"I don't have a number," she replied honestly. "Sorry."

"Can I at least have your name?" he asked. Silena knew he'd be trying to look her up and social media and truth be told didn't know if her accounts still existed or were turned into a memorial by her old cabin.

"I am very much taken," Silena admitted apologetically.

"Oh man, sorry for bothering you," he said.

"It's quite fine, I am flattered," she replied and smiled and sipped her drink, smiling to herself. She still had it.

In gray leggings and a tank that showed off quite a lot of her perfectly flat and toned stomach, she looked hot enough to make any supermodel jealous, and she knew it.

Silena ended up staying longer than planned. Shopping malls were too much for her to say no to and she still needed some stuff.

In the late afternoon, she finally returned to Olympus and entered the empties but still quite lively streets of Olympus and found her path being blocked by a trio of very familiar teenagers.

"Silena Beauregard," the daughter of Demeter greeted, her wide grin spreading across her face.

"Hey guys," she greeted them weekly, realizing that the cat was now truly out of the bag.

Katie, Travis, and Connor quickly swarmed her for a quite enthusiastic group hug. Travis and Corner had grown considerably since they last met. Silena was struck once again by how she managed to be the shortest person around by such a margin.

"By the gods, since when are you back?" Katie gushed and Silena's eyes suddenly felt really wet.

"Not long," Silena pressed out as Connor seemingly did his best to crack her ribs and discreetly used his shirt to wipe her eyes dry.

"Since when are you back?" Travis asked.

"Who cares! Your alive!" Connor cheered and Silena found herself giggling. Their enthusiasm at her resurrection truly was touching and it warmed her heart a bit. Just then Katie picked her up and twirled her around twice. "Katie!" Silena complained, still laughing. "Let me down, girl!"

"How have you folks been?" she finally asked once she regained her breath. "Percy told me that you all have kept busy."

"We have," Travis confirmed.

"I would have called you guys but I needed some time," she assured them, suddenly feeling stupid that she hadn't reached out much earlier. They stood in a circle, grinning stupidly for a few seconds.

"So, where is Percy? Connor asked. "Above us normal Denigods now?"

Silena snorted. "Nah, he's just off on some quest for the council. Such a sweetheart, though."

"What are you guys doing on Olympus?" Silena finally asked.

"Looking for you dummy, no one was at Percy's place so we just waited for you to show up," Katie explained. "How about we find someplace to eat, I'm starting."

Silena shrugged. "I know a cute Pizza place down the street..."

"I'll take that," Katie said. "Anything else, and we'll need to put up with Travis and Conner complaining that they can't find anything to eat," she explained. Remembering the gossip she had heard concerning Katie and Travis, she took her old friend's word for it.

The restaurant in question, staffed by a handful of Nymphs and a Cyclops, the latter apparently being the cook, they quickly got a table.

"We're only four..." Silena noted when she noticed Katie pulling over the fifth chair.

"We're expecting one more," Katie explained and exchanged a conspiratorial grin with her loverboy.

"Who would that be?" Silena asked cautiously.

"That would be me?" an all too familiar voice announced and a familiar blond suddenly appeared next to me, her stormy gray eyes locking onto her with the intensity of a Dreadnought's rangefinder.

Annabeth had always been pretty, very pretty. Easily capable of keeping up with anyone from her own cabin and that's without even trying. Long golden luscious curls with proud and ridiculously symmetrical facial features compiled with the bearing and demeanor of a warrior princess. Her complexion was still warm yet fair. However, she seemed to be more cautious under the sun, lacking her earlier tan.

To add to the mix, Annabeth's tall, slender form was athletic. Maybe B cups. Her short-cut jeans showed off her long and toned legs. and Silena knew that she spent a lot more time working out than Silena did. She still showed off her lack of sense of fashion which was a pity. A worn-out orange camp shirt? Like really? Then, Annabeth had never put much worth into her appearance and the only times Annabeth seemed to care about her appearance had been around Percy.

Silena had never told Annabeth quite how many guys at camp had asked her for advice on how to court Annabeth. Unfortunately for them all that had started after Percy had saved her after her capture and she only had eyes for him. She was also ironically one of the few people not aware of how exactly how pretty she actually was. Or if she did, she simply didn't care.

Silena grinned broadly and then froze. Word was, Annabeth was not over Percy, and Silena sincerely doubted that Annabeth would appreciate her intimate familiarity with Percy's dick.

The smile melted right off her face again. Something in the depths of those gray eyes told her that Annabeth knew. At that moment, Silena was painfully aware of how skilled of a fighter Annabeth Chase had been before her own demise and she very much doubted that the Daughter of Athena had lost any of her edge during her absence. She could probably fight her way through Travis, Conner, Katie, and then still knock her teeth out.

Annabeth smiled though and mouthed, "later." Whatever business they had between them, and violence might very much be a part of that, would be taken care of that.

So Silena did the next best thing. "Anni," she called out and hugged the daughter of Athena tightly. Annabeth might have a problem with her, perhaps even rightly so. But Silena was still so damn happy to see her.

"What have you been up to," she asked.

"Keeping busy. I finished rebuilding the large piece of Olympus, now working my way through the residential areas. I don't actually design most of them, but I still have to sign off on them, and that one Centaur architect keeps cutting corners."

"I would have come earlier but..." she trailed off and the smile melted away, and something else, an angry weariness, took its place. That look of an old war dog that did not have much strength left to give. It wasn't a look that a girl that wasn't even twenty yet should ever have.

"Forgive me for spoiling your resurrection party but I need some air," Annabeth announced, her voice hard and measured.

"It's alright, I understand," Silena explained, trying to put at much subtext into her words as possible.

Annabeth nodded. "See you guys, got stuff to do."

Without another word Annabeth rose and walked off again with Katie, Travis, and Conner looking after her with apprehension and concern.

Soon they were offered glasses of iced lemonade and finally settled down as they waited for dinner. "So, what are you now exactly?" Connor asked tactfully while stuffing his face with slices of baguette. Travis too perked up in curiosity while Katie visibly flinched and glared at the two boys hard enough to make them shrink back.

"It's fine, I guess I can say this much. Basically, I am meant to be somewhere between a maid and concubine, I think," she explained, being as bashful as possible.

It worked like a charm and Connor's cheeks flushed a bright red. "I voluntarily entered into this arrangement, and Percy wasn't asked beforehand. Fortunately for me, Percy is a perfect gentleman so for the time being he is stuck with me,..." she said, hastily cutting down on any bad reputation Percy might get from this.

She hardly needed rumors spreading that she was being held against her will and was being taken advantage of. With her luck, her fellow campers would declare her a damsel in distress and would send out some quest to save her, nor did she need anyone challenging Percy to defend her honor.

"So you too are basically roommates," Katie summarized, though Silena could tell that the daughter of Demeter had guessed what she had been up to.

"Pretty much," Silena admitted, grateful that Katie had put it in such basic words. Silena also knew that no matter how she tried to sell this, some would be imagining something akin to Fifty Shades of Grey.

Now that they had progressed past the metaphorical elephant in the room and her return was put into context, they could catch up.

Silena was thrilled to learn that Katie and her old nemesis Travis in a committed relationship for six months now. Connor now had a criminal record. "Oh Connor...," she had said when she heard of the shoplifting incident as she ruffled his hair. "I hate to say that I did see this coming."

Connor grinned, completely unashamed. "Well, booze shouldn't be banned for people under twenty-one," the son of Hermes defended himself. "The only regret I have is that my bro Travis was not arrested with me. Hoes come after Bros."

"Connor, did you just call me a Hoe?" Katie asked sternly.

"Now I did it," Conner sighed. "Sorry Travis, Katie is perfectly lovely," he then added.

"It is me you need to apologize too," Katie explained with some exasperation and Silena got the feeling that the two of them were competing for Travis's attention. Silena suspected, though, that unfortunately for Connor, he lacked Katie's Ds. On the other hand, while guys often seemed so basic and straightforward, they sometimes ended up doing truly mystifying things like spending the night gaming instead of with their significant other.

Despite Annabeth's untimely departure-she ended up enjoying herself a lot more than she would have thought possible. It might not be quite as good as sex, but the reward definitely had more longevity in her emotional world. Being surrounded by living people she knew laughter, and telling stories was soothing for her soul.

Not that she blamed Percy. He was great company. However, he just couldn't feed her extroverted soul. She needed this. Katie seemed hellbent on catching her up on all the gossip, and rumors that Drew was giving Mr. D head. Silena very much doubted that to the point of dismissing it out of hand.

Silena had often thought Drew just needed someone in her life who would see through her act and simply accept her despite everything. However, judging by what she had heard from Piper and now Katie that was yet to happen. Now that she thought of it Percy would likely be the kind of guy Drew needed in her life, but the same could be said with just about every other girl and there was only one Percy.

To her great amusement, Clarisse had recently had a pregnancy scare. Silena knew that she owed the daughter of Ares a reunion a heartfelt apology, and probably so much more. She knew things would never be as they used to be. While she was sure to revive friendships of her former life as Percy's servant, getting overly close to others could cause her and Percy problems down the line.

What surprised her slightly was how many names now that Silena no longer knew. She left like a relic from a time long past.

All good things had to come to an end, though, and finally, it was time to head home, with assurances that they would meet the next day.

Only when she spotted Annabeth sitting on the steps leading up to her home's front door did her apprehension return. "Annabeth," Silena greeted her, forcing herself to sound upbeat.

The daughter of Athena looked up in her for a long moment. "For the record, I'm happy your back," Annabeth finally broke the silence.

"I'm happy to see you too. You want to come in?" Silena offered.

Annabeth nodded slowly, and Silena let them into the flat.

Immediately Ms. O'Leary appeared before them and allowed herself to be patted by both her and Annabeth before trotting off again. They sat down on deck chairs, bathed in the pool's ambient blue glow.

"What is the exact nature of your employment here?" Annabeth finally began.

Silena explained how Hades had offered this deal and Annabeth nodded as if having guessed as much. "Did you sleep with Percy?"

Silena sighed. "Maybe a little... Listen, we were both drunk, vulnerable, and lonely..." Then for the sake of honesty, she added. "...and then I just couldn't stop. He is kind of good at the sex thing."

Annabeth snorted. "He is. Just don't ever tell him I said that. I planned to talk to him, but then you turned up and I saw you buying that lingerie..."

"Oh..." Silena said. "You thought we were going serious?"

"We both know Percy isn't the guy to sleep around randomly. You are also one of the few girls good enough for Percy and with your situation, I didn't want to screw with your chance for a future and happiness," her voice was low and sad.

Silena smiled over at Annabeth, feeling rather touched. Territorial and jealous, Annabeth had actually backed off for her sake. "Annabeth, there is nothing more than a friendship with benefits going on between Percy and me. He's still hung on you and I am not quite ready yet to move on from Charlie. Fun and casual hookups aside, the terms of my service to Percy specify that I am supposed to be a loyal and willing slave. I have no wish to find out the hard way, whether that also includes possibly shifting to being a girlfriend and I wouldn't want both. I want my committed relationships to be on eye level and as long as I am a slave, that won't be the case. No matter how off-handed or laid back Percy is."

Annabeth nodded as if this seemed reasonable to her. "So, he hasn't moved on yet?"

Silena shook her head.

Annabeth stayed silent as if lost in thought.

"You're not doing too well, are you?" Silena asked.

"I'm fine," Annabeth assured her and offered her a smile that seemed oddly empty.

"If you need anything..."

Annabeth only nodded. "What are the chances of bringing Charlie back?" Annabeth suddenly asked, her eyes narrowing.

Silena sighed, "I thought about it. Having Percy around might just have made it possible. Sadly he has already chosen rebirth when he realized we could never be together in the Underworld. I think he thought I would do the same to give us the chance to meet again in a new life. However, due to the nature of my death, and the fact that he might use me down the line the servants of Lord Hades made sure I would never be allowed to be reborn."

They sat in silence for a long few moments. To finally break the heavy silence, Silena feverishly thought of a topic.

"So, Centaurs are now designing stuff?" Silena asked, picking up on her earlier comment, and Annabeth snorted. "Yes, apparently, they have a proud history as scholars. As far as I can do, all these excel at is hollowing out marble columns far beyond my mother's and Hephaestus' safety margins, and what I agreed on beforehand. They are as bad as some mortal car mechanics."

"So what do you do all day, apart from..." Annabeth asked.

Silena shrugged. "Cleaning, I guess. Before Percy came, I didn't actually leave the house. Now I guess I will need to find a few suitable hobbies."

Finally, Annabeth got to her feet. "It's getting late, and I should get going. I have to head back down to the city."

Silena rose as well and hugged Annabeth again. "Gods, you've gotten tall," she muttered.

Annabeth gave her a small smile. "Good night."

Silena showed Annabeth to the door and locked it.

Just like that, she was alone again and mentally recapped the day and somehow ended up at the concluding moments of her last life. The pungent smell of the acid inside her war helm. The sound of blood rushing in her ears and the agony of her skin melting away.

"Ahm no..." Silena muttered and shook her head as if to shake loose the unpleasant thoughts.

When her thoughts next shifted back to Charlie, she lost no time in fixing herself a Mojito and quickly took a sip to steady the hands she only now realized were shaking hands.

Chapter Text

Percy Jackson

All jokes aside, Quebec was a pretty sweet city. Less claustrophobic than in comparison to Yew York and less crowded. The train had been delayed on route due to an incident with a Rhino-sized hellhound, likely expecting to find a conveniently sized snack in the form of a young undiscovered demigod. The hell-hound had very much misjudged.

Jason took a while to find the hotel in question. Shortly before lunchtime, they finally walked up to the grand building into an equally grand entrance hall decorated with granite and marble. They were a great sight to be held for sure, Percy and Jason dressed in greek and roman armor, respectively. The hunt fell in a double line behind them, bows or swords in hands. No one, not the two security guards, more the guests and receptionists, spared them a single glance as they advanced on the elevator and entered.

"We will be expected," Thalia warned as they ascended up the building to the tune of Fools Garden's Lemon Tree.

"I assume so," Jason agreed with his sister and shoulder bumped her.

Percy said nothing, only pulling Riptide from his pocket in its pen-form and fingering the weapon, his ADHD anticipating the fight.

When the doors finally slid open to the chime of a bell, cold winter air flooded into the room. It looked as if a winter bomb had exploded to Percy, plastering everything in an inch thick sheet of ice.

Persian carpets lay spread out on top of the ice hockey field-like floor to offer safe traverse and when Percy's sneakers touched them he felt frost cracking under his soul. His breath escaped him in thick clouds.

"This brings back bad memories," Thalia murdered while Adrianna sniggered.

Finally, they stepped in. Percy noticed it first, some mist swirling in a barely noticeable yet peculiar manner.

"Two o'clock," Percy muttered.

"What...oh I see it," Thalia whispered.

"Lord Boreas, we have arrived to execute the will of Zeus," Percy announced loudly.

"Could you sound any more cliche?" Thalia asked and Percy bumped her with his shoulder.

Suddenly the large double doors opened and admitted them into a frozen throneroom decorated with the icy statues of warriors. Like in the entrance hall the lighting was pail and cold.

On the throne, Percy spotted an older stocky with purple wings and a long frozen beard. He also wore an impressive suite that was so white it might as well have been made of snow.

"Ah, Olympus's newest celebrity finds his way to us," Boreas announced to the vacant room. The door slammed shut behind them and Boreas looked up at them coldly. "And by Lord Zeus's command no less. So what brings you to us?"

"You are aware of your daughter shifting alliances during the war, right?" Percy decided, getting straight to the point.

"Are you going to claim her hand?" Boreas asked as if the idea amused him.

"I am here for her, but not to marry her. The council has charged me to take her into custody and bring her back to the council." Percy had no wish to go into the details.

Boreas sighed, looking somewhat disappointed. "Pity, the reputation of your might and character proceeds you Perseus. I should have known though that Hera would not allow me to discipline my daughter on my own. A strong husband might have helped her attitude. The fates know, I've tried."

Percy took the compliment with a cut nod while some of the girls present cringed at the quite sexist notion that any woman, even Khione, merrily needed a firm-handed man to teach them their place.

"Lord Boreas, would you summon your daughter so we may conclude this unpleasant business," Thalia asked, clearly trying to sound polite and not to shiver.

"Ah, the hunt. She wanted to join your ranks when she was younger...silly notions."

The members of the hunt present exchanged uncomfortable glances.

Finally, the God of the north wind seemed to square up his shoulders. "As you are aware, my children attempted a coup d'etat. For the time being, my sons, Zethes and Calaïs have already been repurposed," he announced, pointing towards two ice statues, a skinny and a giant of an ice statue. "My daughter is contemplating her decisions in the basement," he announced.

Boreas rose from his throne and sighed. "Too much of her mother in her, I suppose. Perhaps I should have been more involved in her upbringing."

Percy didn't comment. Something made him suspect that Jason's assessment of Boreas hadn't been very accurate. To Percy, he seemed a worse parent than most gods he had met were. Many could only be charged with apathy. This dude was a dick. "I will discuss the matter with Orythia," the gods mused to himself. "Don't think she knows her daughter is in the dungeon..must have slipped my mind."

Instead, he clapped his hands, and the frozen forms of Zethes and Calaïs began to move.

"Lead our guests downstairs. They may take your sister with them. Make sure they do not poke around. I will see you off in the lobby," Boreas announced.

Percy exchanged a glace with Thalia and Jason, who only shrugged. As one might assume, considering their escort, they had not expected this quest to go quite so smoothly.

The two ice figures led them back to the elevator. A new button had appeared in the elevator a foot below the button for the basement.

The skinny of the two statues pressed it. With a hard lurch, the elevator suddenly rushed into movement, hurdling down the shaft into the deep.

The air had been cool in the throne room, but the lights faded, and the temperature quickly dropped too far below freezing. The girls wore their silver camp jackets, so they were fine. However, considering that Percy was shivering, he guessed that Jason felt it a lot more than he did.

"I have to see, being a popsicle definitely improves Zethes," Jason finally announced and brushed some frost from his hair.

"I concur," Thalia muttered, and a few huntresses snorted in agreement.
Their guides stood perfectly motionless and showed no sign of having registered their comment.

"I hope she struggles. We are going to rough her up...we can rough her upright?" Melissa asked, bouncing on the front of her feet in anticipation.

"Sure," Thalia replied offhandedly. "Give the bitch a haircut."

Then she looked over at Percy. "We can do that, right?"

"I understand she is somewhat incapacitated, but if she becomes a threat, you are welcome to overpower her," Percy offered generously.

"So no haircutting?" Thalia asked.

"Nooooo..." Percy trailed off.

"Then Harry Potter glasses and scar...I brought a permanent marker, not sure if it will hold on a goddess though," Juliette announced and pulled out said marker. "Hope the fucking ink doesn't freeze."

"Language, Juliette," Amberly warned calmly. "And I don't think you will get to draw another one. Besides, didn't last time go and enough "

"Phobe shouldn't have gotten that drunk," Juliette argued and threateningly uncapped the marker.

"No Harry Potter scar," Thalia announced firmly and looked over at Percy, clearly slightly embarrassed. "Sorry," she mouthed.

Percy shrugged.

"You know, back in my day, we would have sold her off on some pleasure house in Piraeus," Ariadne announced firmly.

"You would have sold a goddess of on a slave market?" Thalia asked doubtfully and Percy got the suspicion that this wasn't the first "old-timer" story she had been subjected to. "This isn't exactly some nymphomaniac nymph that you caught hooking up against the side of Artemis's temple on the acropolis..."

"You know what I mean," Ariadne put the criticism off.

"What did you do with the guy?" Percy asked curiously.

Ariadne grinned at him sweetly.

"Jackalope?" Percy asked.

"Artemis, Zoe, and I caught them while getting shitfaced on the city's offerings. By the goddess, that girl could drink." At this, Jason snorted, earning a bunch of nasty looks from everyone but Percy and Thalia.

Truth be told, hearing thirteen-year-old girls talking about getting shitfaced...it took getting used to.

"Gloating is fine, right?" Penelope asked.

"Gloating is fine," Percy conceded.

"Then we shall gloat without mercy."

So they stood in dim twilight and watched as first rapidly formed on the elevator's granite walls. After what felt close to a lifetime, the elevator finally came to a screeching halt. Once again, the door opened to the chime of that bell into a dark cavelike tunnel lit by touches burning a dark and cold blue. The floor was a smooth conscious sheet of ice. The wall was flanked by countless further statues, all souls that had fallen out of Boreas favor.

Zethes and Calais led them down the tunnel. They passed Iron cell doors as they proceed down the hall, taking care not to slip on the frozen floor.

"I told you that you should have packed a pullover," Thalia hissed at Jason, who clearly wasn't enjoying the cold and claiming the right of the holder sister to chastise him. Finally, they stopped inside one of the doors, and Calais pulled forth a key and unlocked the door.

Percy's breath caught, not only due to the wave of even colder air that rolled over them. The goddess was as beautiful as she had been described to him.

She wore a pail white chiton, and her skin was as pale as freshly fallen snow. Her long raven hair fanned out around her head like some peculiar crown and her lips were quite full.

Khione was lying on her back on top of what looked like a marble block or altar. Her wrists and ankles were chained to the block by with fairly glowing celestial bronze chains, her arms rested at her sides. Her wrists too her cuffed with more celestial bronze chains, binding the goddess's wrists to the altar.

In just about any other setting, it would have been a sensual position, and in another context, her slender yet surprisingly curvy body might have given the setting an erotic touch. It went without saying that there wasn't.

Her body was already half-covered by ice. Jagged crystals growing up to her right like long daggers as the ice seemed to slowly expand until it would one day soon permanently in case she like some very cold sarcophagus, already covering much of her hair. To finish off the quite concerning vibes Percy was getting, Khione glowed with cold pail light.

The cell was equally impressive. A reasonably sized cave, held up by heavy square pillars. Frozen blue fires roared in large bronze braziers, lighting the room with cold ambiance. Jagged crystals of ice hugging the bases of the pillars glowed in a cold radiant blue, adding their light to the dimly lit chamber.

Everything in the cell, save the altar, was covered in a layer of frost and ice, as of someone had blown an icing bomb.

The goddess was positioned sideways to the door, so as the door opened with a nail curling screech, the goddess slowly turned her head and looked up at them. Percy didn't know how he could tell in the poor lighting, but somehow, he knew that her eyes were a hard coffee brown.

The goddess looked them over slowly. "Why have you come?"

Chapter Text

Percy Jackson

"Why have you come?" Khione asked.
We will bring you to Olympus," Percy announced as Thalia and Amberly moved forward. Amberly pulled an engraved celestial bronze collar from under her jacket. Even Khione, a minor goddess, would barely be able to conjure more than a few snowflakes. The Goddess stayed silent as the collar was placed and did not offer any resistance.

"Am I not already being punished," she asked frostily.

Zethes and Calais approached their sister from either side. As they touched the altar, the ice retreated. The chains melted away into the rock. Even before the goddess had the chance to so much as move her two brothers had grabbed her by the arms and dragged her off the rock and then held her between as they dragged her over to where Percy stood before dropping the goddess at her feet.

"So they made you a God, Perseus Jackson," Khione noted. "I'm not surprised."

Thalia and Ariadne hauled Khione back to her feet and tied her wrists together with celestial bronze mesh rope.

"And Jason, the son of Zeus. Have you come to gloat at my fortune?"

Jason shuffled his feet uncomfortably but that might just have been due to the cold.

"They haven't, but we have," Thalia announced and slapped Khione across the face hard enough to whip her head around and sagger aside. She would have even fallen if Percy had not caught her. "That was for turning us into popsicles."

"Thalia, that is quite enough," Percy warned softly. A trickle of glowing golden ichor ran down from Khion's busted lip.

"Lead us to the lobby," Percy told the statue and followed them back to the elevator.

"What is going to happen to me?" Khione asked, a note of apprehension sinking into her otherwise apathetic tone.

"We are going to take you back to Olympus," Percy said, aware that this would only increase her worries, likely imagining what Hera's vengeance would look like. However, he thought it best not to mention that the worst that would likely happen to her on Olympus was boredom in an at least somewhat luxurious jail cell. Otherwise, Zethes or Calais might tip their father off and the old God would put up a fuss. As far as Percy was concerned, getting out without any problems was just fine.

With two huntresses holding Khione by her arms their small procession made its way down to the elevator.

"I can walk on my own," Khione hissed and tried to shake the two girls off. It was to no avail, the two girls merely twisting their arks arm into Khione's and forcing her to bow over forward as she walked.

The ride up took almost as long as the one down had only this time they rode in silence, save that song on repeat. Despite Khione's presence, the elevator quickly warmed up, the frost fading and finally disappearing.

Finally, the elevator opened into the lobby. Their procession disembarked only to find lord Boreas standing in the center of the lobby, a friendly smile on his face and his arms spread as if to embrace them.

Percy led their group towards him.

As they approached Boreas looked his daughter over and stepped towards him. Khione, in return, glared up at her father with malice and hatred in her eyes.

"Daughter, truth be told I am disappointed to see you go so soon. I look forward to finding what Hera has planned for you."

Boreas's hand snapped up to grab Khione's jaw so fast that Thalia and Amberly jumped back in surprise. The smile on Boreas face was suddenly gone, exchanged by one as cruel as cold as a winter storm.

Even Khione seemed surprised, whimpering as her father almost lifted her off the ground.

"Consider yourself disowned. You are not worthy of being a goddess, I should have married you off long ago. Like your mother, you are a pretty face and some tits. If Hera has any sense left in her she will put you to work in some whore house on Olympus. Who knows, perhaps I'd even send your brothers by to pay you a visit."

Khione moaned in protest, looking up at Boreas with evident fear.

It was pretty obvious that Boreas wasn't finished and robbed of his chance to punish his daughter he might have said worse if Percy hadn't cleared her voice. "As of now, Khione is under my guard. Would you be so kind as to stop maltreating my prisoner," he asked.

Boreas glared at Percy but, after a long moment, released his daughter. "I see your judgment in your eyes, Lord Perseus. However, you do not know my daughter as I know her. She is a mean-spirited deceitful creature. If you knew my truths, you would hold her in the lowest contempt as I do."

"Be it as it may if she is too bruised up, the council ask questions."

Boreas snorted dismissively. "Fair well, Khione."

Then Boreas evaporated into thin air, leaving only a cold breeze behind. "So, Elsa," Thalia started. Khione scowled at the daughter of Zeus. "I can see why you tried to topple your father now," Thalia explained and then pulled out a roll of duct tape.

"What are you doing?" Percy challenged his cousin as she pulled off a strip of tape.

"You've never transported a prisoner, have you," Thalia noted, grinning and then secured the strip of tape over the goddess's mouth. Melissa came up from behind and secured a black cotton sack over her head.

"Planning is a lot harder when you don't know where you are," Thalia explained.

To avoid any further shenanigans, Percy gently grabbed Khione's and found her skin to be pleasantly cool, although he was sure she could change that.

"Come with me. I won't let you trip," Percy warned her and led her out of the lobby. Once again, they were ignored by the mortals bustling around them.

The cars that Thalia and her friends had tactically acquired from the rental service's owner. Two large SUVs still stood waiting in the hotel's parking loop.

"Girls car!" Thalia announced loudly, and the five huntresses immediately made their way to the flashier of the two SUVs, a pretty sweet silver beast of a ride.

"And who is going to guard Khione?" Percy asked.

"The God and the son of Zeus," Thalia explained. "Unless you want to listen to us singing karaoke."

Percy and Jason exchanged a glance and shrugged. Stranger things had happened.

So Percy led Khione over to the second car. "If you promise not to cause a problem, I will put you in the back seats instead of the back?"

Fortunately, Khione nodded a few times and Percy sat her down. For good measure, he buckled her up too, although had doubted that a car crash could kill the goddess or stop her if she somehow regained her powers.

Then they started their drive.

Silena Beauregard

Silena didn't take long before her daily shores were concluded quite quickly without any gods around to distract her. With three hours to spare before any guests were to arrive, Silena had filled the large bathtub in Percy's bathroom, and as it filled, she had dragged Percy's flatscreen in the bathroom.

Once she had started the first high school musical movie, she dumped a wasteful amount of bubble bath, stripped naked, and settled down in the water. Like everything in her home, the bathroom was beautiful, decorated in colorful mosaics to offer the sense of being in a coral reef or something similar.

She sighed deeply and placed her feet on the opposite edge and quickly let them slip down again. She was too short to do some comfortably.

Silena appreciated how lucky she was, how truly very lucky to of all people end up as Percy's servant and not that of some other godling. She knew few men as well morally grounded as Percy and doubted that many of the gods she might have ended up with would have been able to resist the temptation of taking advantage of her or even treat her with cruelty. That she ended up sleeping with him regardless of Percy not demanding it, well their arrangement had merrily been the catalyst.

Where Percy seemed to take a lot of pride in seeing her climax, others might be more interested in making her suffer. Or get her pregnant, Silena reasoned to herself as she poured herself a glass of sparkling wine. The Olympians seemed to be obsessed with marriage and children's birth. On the other hand, chances were she'd eventually get pregnant by Percy's hand unless their arrangement changed substantially. As fucked up as she was she probably wouldn't even be too upset, she had always wanted children, after all.

As the movie started, her thoughts went back to the last time she had seen her former Boyfriend, Charlie Beckendorf. How he had kissed her on the forehead and how she had told him to keep Percy alive or otherwise Annabeth would be quite cross with them. Perhaps Percy should have been keeping Charlie alive. Instead, he certainly had needed it more.

This hadn't been Percy's fault, he might just as well have been the one not to come back. There was a certain Irony to it, that her own boyfriend had died after she had tipped Luke Castellan off that they were coming.

Yes, she had gotten the man she loved killed. There was nothing she could do about it and no way ever to take it back. Even her own life, willingly given could not even begin to turn the ledger back in her favor. Silena had no illusions that her current occupation did little to nothing to help. Here she was, alive happily playing the private whore and maid to a very attractive and attentive god while living in luxury while others had died because of her. What was the worst case here? That Percy grew tired of her and became apathetic? Sent her back?

Finally noticing that her thoughts were going down quite a dark path Silena snapped out of it and turned her attention to the movie's first musical scene. Before her death, she would have been capable of singing along word for word. Death, as it seems, had blurred many of her memories, lyrics apparently included.

Before long Silena had realized that her hand had slipped surprisingly low.

Should she? She hadn't since her death, and by the time she had acclimated to being back alive enough to be in the spirit for such things and Percy had been very available.

With a deep sigh, Silena pushed a finger inside and bit her lip.

Then after closing her eyes she went to work with more enthusiasm. A second finger quickly joined the first one and she closed her eyes, gently biting her lip.

Who she thought of? Hard to say? There were few men before her death she had been physically attracted to. Charles, Luke, and Percy, even before her demise. All three of them had taken the main role in her fantasy world at times, though each very different one in their own way.

With Luke thoroughly ruined, that left Percy and Charlie. With so many others, her memories of Charlie were slowly fading. At this point, she could barely remember his face. That and thinking about Charlie made her sad.

Not that she actively thought about them, but they did cross her mind. She remembered the way Percy's lips had moved up the inside of her thighs before eating her out while she had squeezed one of her own breasts with her hand as she tried to pull deeper with her other and gasped slightly.

With memories of the last night, she had spent with Percy still very fresh, her moans slowly grew louder. Why should she be quiet? There was no one to hear?

"Oh, fuck!" she gasped softly when she found the perfect angle and continued prosecuting the matter. Her breathing quickly grew labored and Silena continued with renewed vigor.

However, for all Percy's virtues in that particular discipline, she still knew her way around herself best. She knew from the tales of other girls that guys often had problems finding their way down under. Fortunately for her, the one man she had shared a bed with so far didn't seem to share these deficiencies.

It didn't take long for her moans to grow louder and very much alone in her home, there was no reason to hide away the sounds of her pleasure.

Gentle and careful prodding was soon replaced with more aggressive movements with her own hand. Without intending to, Silena felt her back arch up slightly, her breasts emerging from the foam as her torso rose. Despite her lower arm muscles fatiguing, Silena kept it up, not noticing how hard she bit her lower lip. She threw her elegant head back as that familiar pressure in her lower abdomen grew. Finally cried out softly as she found release. Her breath came out in heavy gasps as the orgasm let her entire body shudder. Finally, she came to rest panting heavily and ran her fingers through her hair, and smiled to herself.

Before long her breath had calmed down considerably and she found herself paying more attention to her movie again, though granted in a considerably better mood than before.

Just then she noticed a rainbow beginning to materialize over the foot of her bathtub.

"Ah shit," Silena muttered and hastily made sure that the still generous amount of foam covered any precarious areas and then realized she could just cancel the call the moment it began.

"Clarisse La Ru, daughter of Ares wishes to call you. Will you accept the call?"

Silena's first reaction was almost to say no outright. For some reason, the thought of having to confront Clarisse gave her more anxiety than she wanted to admit. Then she remembered that Percy had lifted up the sky for his best friend and sighed deeply.

"Put her on hold," Silena announced and climbed out of the bathtub. After hastily pulling on a bathrobe, she hurried out of the bathroom and sat down on the bed. After making sure once more that she was decent, had put her hair up in a towel, and was presentable, she sighed deeply and opened her mouth to take the call.

No word escaped her lips. Silena tried again but, for some reason, couldn't bring herself to say the words. Her hands began to shake, and not in a good way. Suddenly her mouth became very dry, and her heart began to pound in her chest.

She was having a panic attack, Silena realized. On any other day, she would have been mortified at the prospect. Silena fucking Beauregard wasn't one to scare easily. She had died singlehandedly charging down a Drakon for Olympus's sake, this was ridiculous.

However, that knowledge didn't make her hands shake any less. Silena hurried back into the bathroom, hastily refilled her glass with sparkling white wine, and then downed it, hoping it would calm her nerves and hands.

"Lady Iris, I will take the call," Silena finally managed to croak after sitting back down on the bed.

A moment later an image appeared in the air in front of her, showing Silena a picture of Clarisse sitting in the Ares cabin.

Before Silena could apologize or say anything at all, Clarisse had clasped her hands over her mouth and squealed in a manner that would have had Silena's half-siblings salute her. She wouldn't have believed Clarisse even to be capable of creating such a sound.

"You're fucking alive," Clarisse screamed, sounding as if she were angry and immensely happy at the same time.

It was as if a switch was flicked inside her and suddenly, her fear evaporated. "I am," Silena confirmed.

"How is this possible? I heard rumors that Jackson brought you back to rail you?" Clarisse announced.

"Who keeps spreading these rumors?" Silena asked, laughing.

"So he didn't?" Clarisse asked suspiciously.

"No, it's more that I turned up and now Percy is stuck with me," Silena explained, purposefully not commenting on the second part. "Who keeps spreading these rumors," Silena then pressed.

"Your cabin?" Clarisse said as if it were obvious, which in hindsight, it kind of was.

"Hmm," Silena mused and turned to look up. "How are you?" she asked.

Clarisse bounced up and down on the mattress she was sitting on. "Now a lot better, those Romans are stuck-up pansies," she exclaimed. "Chiron banned me from dessert for the entire week because I gave one of their Centurions a swirly," Clarisse announced.

"Swirlies seem to backfire on you a lot, don't they," Silena mused.

"Twice isn't a lot," Clarisse complained though her smile didn't fade until it finally did.

She could sense that the elephant in the room would be addressed next.

"You know, about what happened. No one cares. You are a hero," Clarisse announced softly. "I thought you might be scared about no one wanting you back. You still have a home here. No one could ever replace you."

Silena felt quite touched by this, it was rare for Clarisse to be sentimental, much less openly show it like that. She could tell that Clarisse was very much sincere.

"We'll see," Silena said evasively. Her fate wasn't technically in her hands anymore.

"Is Jackson giving you a hard time?" Clarisse asked again, eyeing her suspiciously.

"I know you never liked him, but do you really think he is the kind of guy for that?" Silena asked softly.

"No, not really. I just know that you used to have a crush on him and we both know that despite all your good sides you aren't exactly known for your sound judgment at this point," Clarisse countered.

Silena stayed silent, she really didn't have anything for that, especially because Clarisse was right. And when had Clarisse gotten this witty?

She clapped her hands together. "There is nothing sadder than two girls arguing over a guy who isn't even present. So, seeing as my life over the past few years has been very much uneventful, what have you been up to?"

"I am trying to pass high school right now," Clarisse summarized. "Don't tell anyone but Malcolm is helping me study, the clever little punk. Chris is really trying to help,...but"

"He is a working man at heart and not an academic?"

Clarisse nodded, "He gets stuff done..."

"By the way, word at camp is that you are on the top of Annabeth Chase's hit list," Clarisse mused.

"I already talked with her. We're cool," Silena assured Clarisse, rolling her eyes.

"Good, that girl scared me, especially without Jackson babysitting her."

Percy Jackson

In theory, their plan was quite straightforward. Drive from Québec to New York with a bad-tempered goddess tied up on the backbench.

As far as Percy could tell, Khione was not resisting in any way or form. On the contrary, she was completely silent and motionless, and with the sack covering her head, it was impossible to gauge her expression. Was she sleeping? Angry? Plotting their demise?

In theory, the rest of their mission shouldn't have gone smoothly, that was right up until a hippo-sized Hellhound charged onto the highway ahead of them and ran straight into Thalia's car, sending it spinning out of its lane before it flipped over and finally came to a skidding stop on its roof.

Jason hit the breaks hard, very hard and the three of them were thrown into their chars. At that moment, Percy was quite happy he had buckled Khione up. Otherwise, she would have been sitting on Percy's or Jason's lap by the time the car came to a stop.

"Fuck," Jason cursed and tore open the car's door.

"Stay here!" Percy yelled at Khione, also getting out.

The Hellhound spun around to glare at him with its glowing red eyes.

One had to give Jason one thing, he knew what he was doing and he did it with style.

A long golden spear appeared in his hands as the mighty beast charged him. Jason raised it and suddenly, his hair stood on end and Ozone lay heavily in the air. Lighting struck down from the heavens, hitting his spear and engulfing it with crackling energy.

Then when Jason jabbed in the hellhound's direction, the lightning bolt struck the Hellhound on the front of its snout. The Hellhound's charge was arrested at once before falling over, its legs twitching.

With the Hellhound contained, Percy hurried over to the flipped car and found most of the girls crawling out of shattered windows. Only Juliette was still hanging in her seatbelt, unconscious.

"Juliette!" Percy yelled as he helped the other girls up.

"She's out cold," Thalia explained and tapped her bracelet.

The ancient hoplon Aegis appeared on her wrist and a spear in her other arm while her compatriots notched arrows. Percy too pulled out his trusty old pen and uncapped it, a three-foot-long celestial bronze ancient Greek sword appearing in his hand.

"You girls alright?" Percy asked and was met with a collective reproachful look from the girls. "We've had worse," one of the girls announced as if she had just personally been insulted. "Get over it," Jason snapped once he joined them.

It was then that they noticed that the hellhound Jason had electrocuted was by no means dead, only now very pissed off. It also turned out that the Hellhound hadn't come alone.

A dozen more were leaping over the highway side railing, forcing cars to swerve around or simply stop and honk their horns.

The huntresses let loose a volley of silver arrows, turning two of the beats into fading dust.

The rest of the hellhounds closed the distance within seconds, forcing them to meet them.

Again Jason struck a hound with lightning, only this time dispatching it.

Percy and Thalia stepped forward to meet them.

The first thing Percy noticed was how fast he could move. A hellhound lunged at him. Percy swiftly sidestepped and buried his weapon to the hilt in the beat's side. This one too burst into dark dust as well, saving him from the hassle of having to pull the sword free.

"Now would be the time to do some God thing!" Thalia suggested as she enthusiastically jabbed at a second hellhound.

More arrows flew, half a dozen or so peppering another hellhound in short succession causing it to retreat.

"Like what?" Percy asked.

"You are a fucking god, smite them or something," she suggested.

"I have no clue how to do that!" Percy explained defensively and stepped towards a closing hellhound, causing the growling beast to retreat.

"Then what good are you?" Thalia asked in exasperation.

"I am good with a sword?" Percy asked.

"Would Electric Shock Therapy help you learn?" his cousin offered helpfully.

"I doubt it," Percy mused, unfortunately not sensing any water close by. He could have worked with that.

Thalia sighed, muttering something about gods being overrated. Privately Percy could only agree.

The hellhounds quickly learned to stay out of direct sight, prowling around in the bushes as the traffic jam behind them began to pile up slowly. Whatever the mortals were seeing was beyond Percy, but he doubted it would be good. Suddenly Lisa moved up between Thalia and himself, her bow raised, an arrow notched.

She drew the string back to her cheek and loosed an arrow, sending the silvery missile streaking off into the bushes, after which they were rewarded with a pained, animalistic yelp.

"Annoying little buggers, aren't they," Lisa announced brightly and pulled a new arrow from her quiver.

"Behind us!" Penelope warned and they turned around as four hellhounds bounded out and charged the small knot of huntresses. Jason immediately charged forward to intercept them and rammed his spear through the hellhound's open maw, causing it to explode into dark dust.

The three others charged past him though, closing within heartbeats.

The huntresses dropped their bows and reached for their knives, still much too slow.

He didn't quite know how that happened. There was a rush of air and suddenly, he was standing in front of the huntresses, more than thirty feet away from where he had stood only a moment earlier. There was no time for contemplation, though, only the reality of three angry-looking hellhounds midjump, jaws opened wide. Percy's sword came up in a glowing arc as if had a mind of their own.

The hellhounds seemed to be staggering around, shaking their heads as if blinded so the first one burst to dust with a satisfying pop as celestial bronze met otherworldly flesh with a high-pitched screech. The other two Hellhounds leaped away, snarling with fury and frustration.

The god followed up, pursuing the one to the left and dispatching it with a quick stab to the side of the neck. He turned around to the third just in time to see Penelope, Melissa, and Amberly swarming the beast and bringing it down with their knives.

"Holy shit, Percy? How did you do that?" Thalia asked breathlessly.

"I guess being a god does come with a few perks," Percy teased breathlessly.

"I guess it does, how did you do that?"

Percy burst out laughing, "I don't have the faintest idea!"

"Well, feel free to continue impressing me," Thalia called back as Lisa put yet another hound down with a well-placed arrow.

"Where is Khione?" Amberly suddenly mused, sounding much too relaxed for the occasion.

"In the car..." Percy trailed off, looking over at their SUV. One of the back doors was open and Khione was very much missing.

"You can stop being impressed. Percy just lost the goddess!" Amberly let Thalia know drily as she notched a new arrow.

"Small blessings," Thalia replied and suggested.

"Kelphead? Do you want to go find Elsa? Take Lisa. She is a good tracker. I wager the rest of us can handle the remaining furries ourselves," Thalia suggested.

Percy nodded over at the huntress, who blushed slightly, and the two demigods hurried back towards the now empty car. They looked around, searching for any hints of where Khione had gone. Fortunately, they spotted the sack they had put over her head only a few feet away behind the car. With no better clues apparent, they hurried in the general direction. A hellhound bounded in front of him to block their way, but without losing pace, Lisa planted an arrow between its eyes, dispatching it quite effectively.

They bounded over the side of the highway's fencing and into the brushes.

"There," Lisa announced, pointing at the prints of quite small sandals in the dirt. Once through the brushes, they found themselves standing at the edge of an abandoned factory.

"Hooves," she warned, pointing in the dust a few meters away.

"Probably some local riders," Percy reasoned. Just then, thunder rolled over them. "Looks like Jason is having fun again," Percy mused. "Or Thalia, she can do that too," Lisa mused.

"I don't know. The front hooves look loaded..." Lisa muttered to herself.

Percy had no clue what she was talking about but took the huntress's word for it.

"That way," she finally announced and led him towards one of the buildings. How she was reading any tracks in mid-jog was beyond Percy, but he took her word for it. They reached the side of a warehouse's main entrance and flattened themselves against the crumbling wall.

Percy peaked around an open doorway into the large all and spotted who he was looking for.

Khione was leaning against the wall, though still wearing her gag and cuffs. What had earlier been a luminescent white dress was now considerably less white and she was also covered in grime.

That was fine and all, however a group of half a dozen or so horned and armed Centaurs had surrounded the goddess, the largest one of them holding the goddess by the throat.

"I promised we would one day find you, goddess," the Centaur purred, grinning down at her with lust-filled eyes, his other hand quite roughly groping the goddess. "We've never had a goddess...but you will do. You will help us breed our army."

Chapter Text

Percy Jackson

"Go back and get the others. I will buy us some time," Percy hissed at Lisa.

Fortunately, for once, Lisa accepted his superior male authority. "I'll be right back," she hissed. "Be careful." A moment later, she was off, leaving Percy to face the dozen or so centaurs alone.

A wave of restlessness rippled across the group of centaurs. Percy guessed they would indulge in whatever satisfaction they had planned with Khione right then and there or grab her and leave. Percy knew catching up with monsters that could shadow travel was going to be a headache. He couldn't wait any longer.

Percy rose from his contemplations when the centaurs laughed, evidently amused at something the large muscular one in charge had said. He had to grant the goddess something. Then Percy realized one of the leader's friends had begun to yank at Khione's dress. She fought them hard, kicking at her tormentor's shredded chest. "What happened to your powers, goddess? Not in the mood to turn anyone into snowmen today, are you?" one of the centaurs roared, his voice a deep baritone.

Piece of work or not, Khione neither deserved the humiliation nor the implied rape, so he casually rounded the corner and stepped fully into the warehouse.

His appearance was very much met with mixed reactions. Surprise, amusement, anger, and even disbelief from the side of the centaurs. Khione, on the other hand, looked downright relieved at his appearance. Considering that she was supposed to be his prisoner, that said something.

"Who are you?" the centaur demanded.

Percy ignored him. "You have something of mine," he mused, buying some time.

"Hey, she turned mine on one too. It happens. I still need the goddess, though. She is mine. So why don't you put Elsa here down, and we won't have any problems."

On the bright side, Khione was dropped into a spluttering and gasping heap. On the downside, the entire group of centaurs now turned their entire attention to him, pulling out hefty clubs and short bronze swords.

"Or we cut you up first and then deal with the little goddess, I reckon," another centaur suggested, and the others nodded in approval.

"Very well," Percy replied, hoping that Lisa would hurry up. He very much doubted that they could kill him. Regardless, being run through didn't seem like an overly enjoyable experience.

Finally, Percy sensed it. Maybe ten tonnes of water, not far off to his left. Percy guessed somewhere in an old tank.

The goddess forgot the dozen or centaurs began to close on him. Percy noted how large and muscular the beasts were and the insanity burning in their eyes with some apprehension.

They grinned right up until they were hit by a torrent of water smashing into them with explosive force. Flailing centaurs and one goddess were knocked off their feet by a wave of warm, rancid water. Before any of them had recovered, Percy charged.

Two centaurs died before they gathered their wits. For savages, the centaurs recovered remarkably quickly, and Percy soon found himself locked in a furious duel with two of them. Percy had to grant them that they were fast and powerful, and their lower bodies gave them unique advantages. At one point, Percy even nearly had his head kicked in by one of the centaurs.

Percy severed the first one's front legs and dispatched it with a follow-up strike to the torso. They were good, but Percy was better. He ducked under horny horse number two's club and stabbed upwards through the centaur's ribcage. This one, too, burst into a cloud of shadows and dust. He almost lost his head a moment later to a sword but ducked in time.

Realizing that things were not going his way, Percy willed the water he had just spilled all over the warehouse to rise. It did in a dirty brown and gray funnel cloud. Quickly the cloud began to spin around him until it reached gale forces. The spray of water was so thick that one could hardly see more than a few feet. Struggling to even stay on their hooves, the centaurs were barely a match for him, and they died quickly.

Finally, Percy found himself face-to-face with the leader. He had somehow recovered Khione, holding her high in the air by her throat. Khione was screaming feebly, but with her wrists chained behind her back, she could do little.

"If I can't have her, you won't either!" the centaur roared at Percy, his voice somehow audible over the typhoon around them.

Just as it looked like Khione might get cut, ozone filled the storm, and Percy's hair stood on end. Lightning burst down from the funnel clouds, almost blinding him and popping his eardrums.

The centaur froze for a long moment before finally toppling over. He evaporated before touching the ground. Khione, on the other hand, dropped to the ground like a wet sack.

As the battle ended, the storm faded. More than two thousand gallons of water seemingly remembered that gravity applied and simply fell down with a thundering roar, leaving him perfectly dry and one spluttering and dripping wet goddess roughly resembling a drowned cat in the center of the former storm.

"Sorry for cutting in there," the very familiar voice of Jason greeted him. Percy turned around and found his compatriots standing behind him, grinning. "It was a pretty epic show, though."

"Is everyone all right?" Percy asked.

"I got a scratch!" Melissa announced proudly and showed off a bleeding wound on her arm.

"Good for you!" Percy replied brightly before turning his attention back to the goddess who had sat up on her knees and was trying to push her long, now quite knotted hair out of her face. It looked quite sexy, to be honest.

When she noticed him approaching, she looked up at him nervously.

"You're not having a very good day, are you?" Percy asked.

Still panting, Khione glared up at him but chose to stay quiet, perhaps because she still had the duct tape covering her mouth. Then Percy grabbed Khione by the arm and pulled her to her feet.

Her skin was still pleasantly cool, though, and as she rose, Percy noticed that Khione's dress, in its waterlogged state, was a lot more transparent. It was fairly obvious that she wasn't wearing undergarments, and the body it showed off was as spectacular as one might have imagined.

Without asking for permission or offering any warning, Percy threw the goddess over his shoulder and walked back towards his friends, well aware of the side of Khione's quite tempting ass pressing against his cheek.

"I think you have done enough walking and running for today," Percy announced drily when Khione groaned in protest and patted the back of her calves.

Holding Khione definitely felt weird due to her cold body temperature and her now wet clothes. For a moment, Percy couldn't help but imagine what it would be like to be in bed with the goddess, though he doubted there was any chance of that ever happening. Well, unless he chose to go off the deep end.

Percy walked back over to his friends and noticed they had pulled up in their remaining SUV. "Cops are moving in and wanted to avoid the hassle. We've lost the other car, though...," she announced as Percy put Khione down, noticing the hidden glances from Jason's part.

Percy discreetly touched Khione's shoulder and dried her off. While fixing the transparent dress problem, it did leave her hair looking like someone psychotic had gone at her with a hairdryer.

"Try to run again, and we'll have real problems," Thalia then growled and kicked at Khione's leg. "That was for running away."

"Anyone else hurt?" Percy asked after giving Thalia a warning look.

The daughter of Zeus shrugged, "Apart from Melissa, only a few bumps and bruises from the flip. Amberly, while we are on the topic, bandage Melissa up," Thalia reported.

Thalia knelt down in front of Khione and tore off the tape.

"They definitely came for you. Did you call them to help you? Can we expect any more ambushes?"

"I don't think they were here to free her," Percy announced.

"What makes you come to that conclusion, Kelp Head?" Thalia growled.

"Well, the threats of gang rape for one..." Percy started, "Or the part where that big one tried to shank her."

Thalia gave him a look that clearly let him know that she didn't care.

"I saw a chance to escape and took it. Can you really hold that against me?"

The look on Thalia's face clearly said that she thought she could, and so Percy wasn't surprised when the huntress pulled out a length of Celestial bronze laced rope and tied Khione's ankles together. "And you," she announced, glaring up at Percy now. "Keep a closer eye on your prisoner."

"Relax, Pinecone Face," Percy snapped back. After defeating a bunch of rape-happy Centaurs, he was feeling rather good about himself. "I've got her," he announced and then glared at Khione.

"To add to our problems, we were already getting pretty cozy on the way over here. There won't be enough space for everyone, at least two will have to find alternative transportation. You think you could call Blackjack and take Khione back?" Thalia asked. "Or maybe just Teleport?"

Percy bit his lip. He had overused Apollo's charms and had run out. "Not really sure how to do that. Also, I am sure that would really be breaking some rule."

"So call Blackjack," Thalia insisted.

Percy sighed and looked around the group. "I really don't like the idea of leaving you guys behind. Maybe we should send Melissa and someone else ahead due to her injury."

Melissa gave him the finger, nonverbally summarizing her opinion on the matter. "It's fine," Amberly offered. "The mission is to get Khione to Olympus. If you keep her with us, you will increase the chances of an attack by quite a margin. We would also need to liberate another car..."

Percy sighed and when no one yielded, he raised two fingers to his lip and whistled loudly.

To escape detection, they moved the SUV into the large warehouse. As they waited for Blackjack to arrive, Amberly finished bandaging up Melissa's wound. All other bumps and bruises suffered during the skirmish were dealt with as well.

So by the time the large black Pegasus landed in front of the gates, their little group had used the half-hour or so looking in remarkably good shape.

"Yo Boss, you called?" the horse's voice appeared in his head.

"I need to get this goddess back to Olympus, do you think you can handle that?" Percy asked, slowly walked up to his old friend and patted his shoulder.

"You guys sure you'll be all right?" Percy asked Thalia quietly.

"I'll be fine. We'll see you on Olympus," she promised.

"Very well, guys, thank you for everything so far. I'll make it up to you later, I promise," Percy announced and somehow knew he would end up regretting this promise down the line.

First, Percy used Riptide to cut the rope holding Khione's ankles together. "Up you go," Percy then told Khione and pulled her to her feet, and dragged her over to the horse.

Again, the goddess did not comment as Percy grabbed her by her hips and lifted her up onto the Pegasus's back.

"You sure about her, Boss? She looks rather sketchy. I liked that blond sheila more, she used to give me sugar cubes."

"I did too," Percy replied, aware that half his friends likely considered him talking to a horse weird.

And so Percy climbed into Pegasus behind Khione. Noticing how tense the goddess was, Percy, cocked his head. "You've never been on a Pegasus before, have you?"

"Believe it or not, I haven't," Khione confirmed.

"I won't let you fall," Percy assured her. "Blackjack, let's get going."

After one last wave, Blackjack galloped toward the large open warehouse doors and jumped into the air, large powerful black wings beating hard to propel them into the sky.

Annabeth Chase

Her twenty-fifth-floor flat in Manhattan was relatively small. A kitchen, a living room, a bedroom, a second bedroom currently used to store her still unpacked moving boxes, and a small bathroom with a shower. Due to her day job as the chief architect on Olympus, her flat was close to the Empire State Building.

The table in her living room served her as both a living room and a dining room table, currently covered with piles of charts. Everything from sketches and blueprints of temples and buildings to property charts of certain materials. While she knew that magic could make her life a lot easier, she had the mind of an engineer after all. Magic or not, her buildings would stand. Thermal properties, load-bearing capabilities, and countless other things. She had a long list of things to do and, quite frankly, couldn't split herself in two. It was already hard enough to put in her weekly fourteen hours of gym time. She needed the exercise; otherwise, she would go insane, as she couldn't just head over to the arena and let off her steam there.

The blueprints of her ex-boyfriend's residence still hung on the wall.

Despite being a rushed job and being offered conflicting requirements for the design by the council, she was still quite pleased with herself.

Poseidon had wanted the pool to be a magical portal to the ocean. She had vetoed that after learning that Silena would be living there and doubted that the daughter of Aphrodite would appreciate jumping in for a short dip and finding herself on the bottom of the Atlantic. However, she had offered Poseidon to design a residence down under the ocean.

Zeus wanted grand pillars and copious amounts of gold. However, that would screw with the Olympian skyline, so instead, she had gone with building down instead of up. Hera and Hades wanted a dungeon, likely in anticipation of Percy holding prisoners for them. She had set the residence up with that in mind.

Aphrodite had insisted on a kinky torture room. While Annabeth doubted that Percy would find much use for that, she folded it and had simply thrown it in. Her life was enough of a mess, and she didn't need to be on Aphrodite's shitlist as well. Who were all the spare bedrooms supposed to be for? The non-existent staff of servants? Annabeth had simply added an entire floor for that, regardless of not really being able to imagine Percy going browsing on some underground slave market or dragging some poor girl off to his lair.

She sat in the same chair she had for the past fourteen hours, working on a temple/home for Morpheus. While ADHD often made it hard to concentrate on something, things that interested her granted her a sort of obsessive hyperfocus.

This project had given her a tough time. For her, designing something had to be well-founded in mathematics and physics. However, the sort of reality and consciousness-bending environment that the god of Dreams wanted was beginning to look like it might be the end of her.

Suddenly someone rang the doorbell, and Annabeth flinched. When she quickly rose to her feet, she had to steady herself; her legs were aching, and her head was spinning until her circulation caught up with her again. She needed to drink and eat more.

As Annabeth walked towards the door, she grabbed her dagger. Holding the weapon concealed behind her back, she made her way to the front door, peeked through the spy hole, and sighed deeply, putting the dagger down on a cupboard. After leaning against the wall for a long moment, Annabeth finally opened the door and found herself standing face-to-face with a beaming Sally Jackson.

"You didn't answer my calls, so I thought I'd bring you lunch," Sally announced and bustled into the flat with that motherly authority that Annabeth was neither used to nor had been able to quantify. It wasn't an authority based on strength, for the daughter of Athena knew she could tear the mortal woman limb for limb with both hands tied behind her back. It was that sort of caring smothering that Annabeth had grown up without yet was still strangely susceptible to. "Did you work through the night again?" Sally Jackson asked in an accusatory voice.

Annabeth looked down at herself, a worn-out old camp half-blood shirt, shorts, her hair unkempt. "Sweety, I told you that you need to sleep. Working yourself to death won't do anyone any good."

"I went to the gym for a few hours last night..." Annabeth defended herself and closed the door behind the mortal woman. "I'm not overly fond of what happens after falling asleep."

"Anyway, I brought you some proper food, not that takeout junk you eat!"

Annabeth ignored the comment and accepted the Tupperware boxes with what looked like pasta and tomato sauce.

"So, will you be there for the appointment?" Sally asked.

Annabeth paused.

"The doctor's appointment tomorrow," Sally explained.

Annabeth bit her lip, realizing she had completely forgotten about that. "Shouldn't you be inviting Percy for something like that?" she asked cautiously.

Sally laughed nervously. "The boy is off on some quest again, and adding this to his plate would be cruel. You think your ADHD is bad?"

Annabeth knew that this wasn't the main reason but didn't comment. If she did, Sally might call her out on her case1 of cognitive dissonance, and she just couldn't deal with that. "You know he would be more than thrilled," Annabeth reminded Sally.

Sally Jackson stuck out her tongue. "I'll be there," Annabeth promised, and Sally popped her a set of thumbs up.

"Ironically, I thought the first time the two of us went to an appointment like this, it would be for you," Sally joked lightly, earning a dirty look from Annabeth. "It was impossible to get a night's worth of sleep with the two of you in the house."

"You just had to push it," Annabeth accused, her cheeks blushing.

"I did," Sally admitted, grinning. "Paul was beyond weirded out, poor man."

Annabeth blushed even deeper, realizing why her English teacher had failed to meet her eye in class at the time.

Then Annabeth grew somber again, and Sally frowned and patted her arm. "Relax, Ms. Chase. Everything will be fine."

"Anyway, heard anything new from that Silena girl?" Sally asked conversationally.

Annabeth shrugged, careful to hide how close the topic went with her heart. "Talked to her yesterday before going to the gym. She's still adjusting, but it looks like she is in good hands with Percy and vice versa."

Annabeth kept out the fact that Silena and Percy had slept together, probably multiple times. Objectively she knew that she was in no place to judge and had no right to be jealous. Percy was very much entitled to the rebound. However, that didn't make her feel much better.

While Silena had said that she was happy to yield the field to her, some deep part of her worried that if the daughter of Aphrodite wanted to, she could get him before Annabeth managed to get her act together.

"As far as I can tell, Silena is going to be just fine," Annabeth assured Sally, marveling at how her ex-boyfriend's mother began to feel responsible for any lost soul that turned up around Percy.

Percy Jackson

Flying was both exhilarating and scary when done alone.

Khione's presence didn't make it easy. For one, screaming in terror like a little girl wasn't an option when trying to maintain a position of authority over Khione. For another, it felt as if Khione was intentionally trying to grind up against him, and there was really no option but to put an arm around her waist cautiously. He spent much of his time thinking about English spelling tests. It was the best he could do not to get a stiffy.

First, Canada, and then the US passed hundreds of feet below them. Khione didn't utter a single word throughout the journey, though that might have been hard with the wind.

In the early evening, the familiar skyscrapers of his city finally came into view. Half-hidden between clouds, the hovering mountain city of Olympus appeared.

"To the throne room," Percy announced softly, still holding Khione firmly. After a few minutes, they had finally closed the distance, and Blackjack began to circle the temple mound as he gained altitude until they finally landed with clattering hooves right in front of the imposing golden doors to the throne room.

"Welcome back to Olympus," Percy announced to the goddess and slid off Blackjack's back. "Come down here," he then ordered Khione.

Cautiously the goddess did as she was told, swinging one long leg over the Pegasus and slid off Blackjack's back. Percy caught and steadied her before she could fall over, "Come with me," Percy said.

Khione sighed deeply and squared her shoulders. "Well, Perseus, let us not keep the Lords and Ladies of Olympus waiting," Khione announced and began to walk towards the large doors that swung open as she approached. "Wait here," Percy told Blackjack and hurried after Khione and escorted her into the throne room.

He was not at all surprised to find himself being awaited.

Additionally to the three gods that had sent him to capture Khione, Aphrodite and Artemis were present as well.

"Lord Perseus, we did not expect that you would be capturing the goddess quite so soon," Zeus addressed him, looking immensely pleased. Poseidon too winked at him.

As Khione dropped down to her knees, Percy joined Artemis and Aphrodite.

"Lord Zeus, forgive my transgressions," Khione announced softly.

"Trifle late for that," Hera purred. She alone was dressed in the garments of an Olympian, complete with her dress, a peacock feather cape flowing down her back. Her long dark hair was bound in a tight braid, and a crown rested on her head.

The queen of Olympus walked up to the kneeling goddess and kicked her down on her back. "Remember when you betrayed us?" Hera asked. "Remember what I promised you?"

Khione glared up at Hera. "Your own arrogance brought you into that cage," she hissed.

"And yours will have you sink even lower," Hera said softly. "But perhaps Lord Perseus will find some use for you yet. I will come and check on you from time to time, just to remind you of your failure."

As if to add further insult, the goddess snapped her fingers. Lengths of glowing rope rose from the floor and began to wrap themselves around her ankles, quickly weaving their way up her calves, thighs, waist, and then torso, quickly forming a tight net around her, pinning her arms and legs to her body and making any movement next to impossible.

"Fuck you, Hera," Khione growled before the ropes tightened their hold and yanked her knees out from under her, letting her fall face-first to the floor.

"I will no longer suffer your voice," Hera announced to the room and snapped her fingers, a thick cloth gag appearing in Khione's voice, turning what would have undoubtably been a loathing retort into moans.

"Are you sure this is necessary?" Poseidon asked.

Hera grinned darkly, "It pleased me, so yes."

"The others are taking a car back. We got ambushed and lost our second car, so Khione and I had to fly ahead," Percy whispered to Artemis.

"I know," she whispered. "Thalia sent me an Iris message after you left."

"Lord Perseus, in return for confining her, she is yours to do with as you please as you hold her. Perhaps this sorry excuse for a goddess will still be of some use to you," Hera commanded sternly.

"Yes, my Lady," Percy replied, forcing himself to keep a straight face.

It became obvious that Hera had no plans to release Khione from some of her bonds. Percy was only left with throwing the godly burrito over his shoulder to an indignant moan. Even the snow goddess was blushing deeply from impotent anger and humiliation.

"Percy," his father announced once Khione was safely resting on his shoulder.

"Good work."

"Thanks," Percy said.

"Before you leave," Zeus announced.

Percy turned back a second time. "Circe has been found. It looks like she is setting up shop in the Sea of Monsters again. We might send you to bring her in as well."

Zeus looked immensely pleased with himself, likely believing he was doing Percy a large favor by giving him literal goddesses to imprison and take advantage of.

"Thanks for the heads up," Percy replied and hastily left the throne room before he could receive any more favors from the council.

Percy carried Khione back towards Blackjack and tossed her over the Pegasus before climbing up behind his increasingly livid-looking prisoner.

"Where to, Boss?" Blackjack asked.

"My balcony," Percy ordered, figuring that would spare him any judging glances.

During the short flight, Percy couldn't help but notice that Khione's ass looked quite spectacular through the dress.

Moments later, they descended, approaching the large balcony cautiously before landing on the artful mosaic floor of his balcony.

"Thanks for the lift. I'll get you a few sugar cubes later," Percy promised the winged warhorse.

"Thanks, Boss," the Pegasus replied and took off again the moment Percy had pulled Khione off his back.

Percy swiftly carried Khione back into his private sleeping chambers. Regardless of the temptation of simply dropping Khione on the bed, taking off the chain then and there, and making her walk herself to her cell, this was quite a lot safer.

So Percy carried her down the flight of stairs and found himself standing in front of the large safe door, standing wide open.

Percy finally set the fuming goddess down on the cot in the cell closest to the door and pulled the gag out.

"You knew I was to be your prisoner! Was this your plan from the very beginning?" Khione hissed at him.

"Either you calm down, or I'll leave you chained up like this," Percy warned.

When Khione stayed silent, he tapped the rope holding Khione and watched as it shrank away until it disappeared altogether. Having had enough of the goddess for that day, Percy closed the cell door, locking Khione inside. "Don't cause any problems," Percy warned.

When Khione only glared at him, Percy left and sealed the large round vault door behind him.

With the goddess safely behind lock and key, Percy made his way up the flights of stairs, looking for his roommate.

When Percy found her, his heart sank. The daughter of Aphrodite lay on a deck chair fast asleep, the side table filled with an empty glasses. He might be oblivious, but even Percy could put one and one together well enough to realize that Silena had been drinking more than was good for her.

Percy slowly walked up to her, sat down next to her, and gently shook her shoulder. Silena grunted something incomprehensible and then tried to roll over. He could smell the alcohol on her breath.

"Rise and shine, Ms. Beauregard," Percy greeted her.

"I want to sleep," Silena mumbled and turned away from him.

His earlier enthusiasm about getting home was somewhat quenched. Percy wrapped the daughter of Aphrodite in a thin blanket. He cleaned up the glasses before settling down on the deck chair next to Silena's.

"Good morning, sleeping beauty," Percy greeted Silena when she finally stirred three hours later.

"Percy?" she slurred, confusion and disorientation written across her face.

"What time is it?"

"Ten-thirty p.m.," Percy announced.

Silena rubbed her face. "Gotta go make dinner."

"Don't," Percy said. "The only place you're going is to bed."

Silena sighed and dramatically threw herself onto her back. "I'm not that drunk," she slurred and promptly toppled off the deck chair, staying motionless on the ground.

"My bed or yours?" Percy asked, gently shaking the young woman.

"Yours?" she muttered. "With you in it. Cuddles!" she yelled, and then Silena giggled and stuck her tongue out.

"Well, Ms. Beauregard," he announced and scooped Silena up into his arms. "Bedtime for you."

"You are nice," Silena muttered as he carried her down to the master bedroom.

Percy undressed Silena and helped her into a silk nightgown. When he finally joined his servant under the covers, the completely inebriated daughter of Aphrodite obnoxiously rolled on top of him and promptly started snoring again.

Percy couldn't help but think to himself that, once again, having Camp Half-Blood's former resident hottie Silena Beauregard as a body slave wasn't delivering what his teenage fantasies had promised. Tomorrow he would have to tell her that she wasn't allowed to drink her favorite beverage anymore.

Chapter Text

Percy Jackson

Percy got up long before his daughter of Aphrodite, in time to welcome Jason, Thalia, and the rest of the huntresses back. Though the hunt left quickly, and Jason stayed in the night in one of the guestrooms.

The next morning they were up relatively early and, with the help of a YouTube tutorial, manned to fashion themselves iced coffee. Bowls with chips and drinks were still covering the table.

Jason had done much of the driving throughout the night and just couldn't fall asleep anymore. So when Silena, still intoxicated and hungover, slouched into the poolside bar, wearing minny jeans and a bikini top and the poor boy was staring at her open-mouthed. In his defense, being hungover did little to dampen her allure.

"Morning," Silena grunted. "When did you get back?"

Percy sighed. He shouldn't be surprised that she couldn't remember. "Last night," Percy said loudly, and Silena winced.

Despite Percy still being somewhat upset with the daughter of Aphrodite, she too got
an iced coffee.

They chatted about the mission for a few minutes before a hearty breakfast. When Jason finally departed, Silena was still drunk and a considerable hangover emerged on the horizon.

"You and I need to talk," Percy announced sternly.

"Hmm?" Silena asked.

"I found you blackout drunk last night," Percy began.

"Katie and a few folks from Camp were over," Silena explained half-heartedly.

"Truth be told, them leaving is about the last thing I remember," Silena then admitted.

"So chances are you didn't stop drinking after they left?" Percy asked.

Silena only shrugged.

"Silena, you have a problem..." Percy finally spelled out. "Since I've arrived here, you constantly had some cocktail in your hand, and now this. I hate to do this, but you are banned from drinking anything alcoholic for the time being."

Silena stared at him, opening and closing her mouth for a few moments as the fact that he had just given her a straight-up order, not a suggestion, settled in. "Well..." Silena started and trailed off again.

"You think it's that bad?" she asked.

"Thalia noticed too," Percy reasoned, silently hoping that Silena didn't take it the wrong way.

Fortunately, Silena only smiled sheepishly. "As you wish, Master," Silena announced, putting a special emphasis on the Master. "Anything else you want me to do, or can I rest a bit? The hangover is settling in."

Percy frowned. "Clean this mess up and then dance for me," Percy ordered sternly.

Silena raised an eyebrow but got to her feet. "Just kidding. Go to bed, sleep it off," Percy told the dark-haired beauty lightly.

"You know, you're kinda hot when you get all bossy," Silena announced and patted his arm, the skin contact sending shivers up his spine.

"And you're still drunk," Percy replied and earned another sheepish grin.

"I'll go then, Master," she then announced, again, emphasizing the title.

By the time Silena woke up again, Percy had already cleaned up, still looking tired and worn out but at least mostly sobered up.

Silena Beauregard

Fortunately, Silena didn't really get headaches during a hangover. She only got tired.

After a quick shower, she finally went upstairs again. The first thing she noticed was that Percy had already cleaned up after her. Silena made a mental note to make it up to Percy later. The deal was that she made his life easier, not more complicated.

How did she feel about the alcohol ban? Not much could be done about it. She had to admit that Percy was probably right to be concerned. She had overdone it.

"Mind if I go see Khione?" Silena asked innocently. She had never seen a god or goddess under lock and key and couldn't deny a certain morbid curiosity.

"Sure, just don't let her out of her cell. She's been minding her manners with me, but we shouldn't tempt fate," Percy warned.

"Daughter of Aphrodite equals more squishy than Son of Poseidon?" Silena summarized helpfully and winked. "If you see me running away screaming..."

Percy gave her an uneasy look. Smiling to herself at the prospect of having unnerved Percy, even if only slightly, she hurried down to the cellar and spun the vault door's wheel, and pulled it open.

Khione was lying on her back, staring up at the ceiling, as she walked in. The goddess was beautiful, very beautiful, if in a cold and unapproachable way.

"Have you come to defile me, son of Poseidon?" the goddess asked, still staring at the ceiling.

"I'm afraid you'll have to wait a long time for that," Silena warned, approaching the cage. "Percy doesn't do that kind of stuff."

Khione glanced over and raised an eyebrow. "What are you supposed to be? The wife? Mistress?" Khione asked, then a cold smile spread across her lips. "No, you're a daughter of Aphrodite. With your blood and dressed as you are, I'd say your his pleasure girl, or concubine."

Silena looked down at herself. Bikini and short jeans? Seeing as she was in her own home, she didn't feel her attire was out of place.

"Not the words I'd chosen, but yes," Silena replied brightly.

"What do you want?" Khione asked.

"Well. Seeing as we now live under one roof, it only seemed right to introduce myself," Silena explained.

"All tits, no brains." Khione turned her attention back to the ceiling, apparently having already lost interest in her. "I have no desire to consort with the likes of you."

Silena's smile faded, and she rested her hands on her hips. "You know, there is no reason to be so rude."

Khione snorted. "Hasn't your master taught you not to bother your betters?"

"Well, in that case, enjoy being alone," Silena replied.

"That is all I am asking for," Khione replied.

Deciding that she and Khione would not become friends that day, she sealed the vault door again.

She found Percy relaxing on a deck hair and promptly straddled him. "Percy, Khione is a bitch," she announced.

"You really think so?" Percy asked sarcastically.

"Don't you get sarcastic with me," Silena warned him sternly.

"The good thing about being a god is that I get to be sarcastic whenever I damn please," Percy announced, his hands coming to rest on her hips.

Silena looked down at him sternly.

"You're horny," Silena noted. It wasn't a question. More of an accusation.

"Here I was, enjoying the last nice days before fall, and you come along and sit down on top of me," Percy complained. "Have you looked in a mirror recently woman, you're gorgeous."

"Oops, sorry," she replied, although she wasn't sorry at all, and grinned down at him.

Percy's hands moved up her flank until they cupped her breasts.

Silena was tempted, very tempted, even if she was still slightly hungover. But a thought quickly came her, and guilt began to surface.

"Listen, I really enjoy this thing we have, but I think we should put it on hold..." Silena began, already feeling bad about having led Percy on.

"Really?" Percy asked, looking quite disappointed.

"I ran into a certain Daughter of Athena. We had a good talk, and now I feel horrible about taking advantage of our little arrangement..." Silena trailed off, knowing that Percy would get the gist.

"Don't," Percy assured her. "I didn't mind being taken advantage of at all."

"The point stands," Silena insisted quietly but gave a small smile at the comment.

"I need to talk to her, don't I?"

Silena sighed and nodded. "I think you really should," she agreed. "Worst case, both of you get closure," Silena pointed and patted the top of Percy's head. Truth be told, she doubted that closure would be the result of that meeting.

Percy leaned back on the deck hair and closed his eyes.

"Not sure how I'm supposed to go about that, ..."

"Well, aren't you supposed to track down Circe? The last time you faced her, Annabeth was at your side. If you need an excuse, that'll be it," Silena encouraged Percy.

"You sure?" Percy asked.

"I met Annabeth, and it looks like she really misses you. I think my resurrection scared her off or something. That girl needs some really good boning, trust me. If you want her back, go and bone her! Now, I'm going to get off you," she announced and did just that.

Percy Jackson

Despite the bluntness of Silena's suggestion, it did give him the push he might have just needed.

Yes, he had declared that he wouldn't run after Annabeth, and some might judge him for going after that. On the other hand, it didn't seem like Annabeth was doing too well, and he'd be a really bad best friend if he cut her off permanently over her lashing out at her rock bottom.

That was at least one thing Percy was certain of. Regardless of their relationship status, she was still his best friend and comrade in arms.

Was he bullshitting? Perhaps, but truth be told, now that he was thinking about her, he rather missed having her in his life.

So, the following day he dressed up in his best pants and a button-up shirt and made his way down to the city. After getting Annabeth's address from his mother and promising to visit more, he made the surprisingly short way over to Annabeth's. It was a very ordinary apparent building. Nothing that would suggest that the chief architect of Olympus lived here. Then again, she had always been rather utilitarian in her wants and needs.

Finally, Percy stopped in front of the third-floor apartment. A golden plack stood the name Annabeth Chase, written in ancient Greek script.

Percy sighed, hoping that Annabeth was actually at home, and knocked on the front door.

Percy heard something heavy falling to the ground, followed by the worst sort of ancient curses that would have made Ares blush.

Finally, the door was yanked open.

The moment she saw him, Annabeth froze as if struck by lightning. All color faded from her face as she looked at him open-mouthed for a moment before dropping her gaze and awkwardly pushing her mess of hair behind her shoulders and doubtfully looking down at her attire, a shirt, and worn-out camp half-blood shirt and shorts. A pencil was stuck behind her ear, and with a rush, Percy was reminded of how beautiful Annabeth was. She looked pale though and exhausted. Her long golden-blond hair tried up in a tight ponytail.

"Percy," she said breathlessly, and for a moment, it looked as if she was not sure whether she should go pail or blush. She ended up going with blushing in the end, her cheeks warming up to an adorable shade of tomato red.

"Hey, Wise Girl. Got a moment?".

"Ahm," Annabeth stammered, "Sure, come in. It's a bit messy."

Messy was an understatement. Annabeth's apartment was in a state that one only reached when stuff was pulled out for use but never returned, with clothes strewn around, and a large pile of books spilled on the floor next to the table. That might explain the noise from earlier. Schematics and design sheets littered the table.

"This is worse than your bunk in the Athena cabin," Percy announced awkwardly as Annabeth hastily kicked books and underwear out of sight.

"I've been busy," Annabeth explained defensively, her cheeks flushing again with embarrassment.

Out of habit, Percy decided to help her without further comment, and they kicked and pushed clothes, papers, and books under the sitting arrangements or stuffed them into spaces where they were almost out of sight. Percy knew Silena or Sally would have had a stroke had they seen their cleaning ethic, but no one was there to judge.

"Thanks," Annabeth muttered, blushing again, and they sat down on the now-vacated couch.

"I'm sorry!" Annabeth suddenly blurted out.

Not sure how to respond, Percy grinned at his old friend, looking over at him nervously, and then playfully shoved Annabeth. "We'll figure stuff out."

After a few moments of awkward silence, Percy cleared his voice. "What you've done to Olympus,...it's amazing," Percy announced.

"I take it. You like your place?" Annabeth asked, suddenly coy.

"That was you?" Percy asked incredulously.

"Well, duh," Annabeth replied, grinning. Annabeth visibly relaxed now they had reached a topic that she was comfortable in.

"I have to ask," Percy began. "What is up with the Kinky Torture Dungeon?"

"I didn't commission the place. The council did. They provided the specs. I just facilitated the design," Annabeth explained, her speech speeding up and her gray eyes narrowing.

"Who came up with the BDSM studio? Apollo?" Percy asked.

"Nope, your roommate's mother," Annabeth corrected, and then added, "Probably to use on your roommate," she then added thoughtfully.

The look Annabeth gave him,...she knew.

"Honestly, I've never really been in there," Percy defended himself.

"Yes, I thought the space could have been used better," Annabeth agreed. Suddenly she grabbed a notepad. "So far, the building is working out? The place is quite unique, I don't have much experience in subterranean architecture. Is the plumbing holding up?"

Annabeth brandished the pencil from her ear and held it to the paper. "Remind me to come by when it gets cold. I also don't trust that glass-bottom pool," she explained. "Multilayer glass can have funky thermal properties. If it breaks due to tension, that would be a big problem."

"You know, I can still breath underwater," Percy explained gruffly.

"Perhaps, but Silena definitely can't," Annabeth quipped back and started scribbling down a few more notes.

"Is the sauna working? I got like twenty percent off on those, tight budget and stuff. I think that Cyclops might have scammed me."

"I haven't tried it yet," Percy admitted, and Annabeth frowned. "But my private jail is working fine so far. Locked a goddess in there two days ago," Percy offered brightly.

"I would be surprised if it didn't. Even without their powers bound, you could keep just about any god or goddess contained in there. Used a high-grade celestial bronze alloy. The outer layer of the bars has a higher carbon level than the core. Hequaestus cabin also hardened it multiple times, as far as Nissa told me, hence the lower carbon percentage in the core of the bards. You could keep a Cyclops on meth locked up in there, even without the magical properties." Annabeth rattled off, sparing the matter a lot less attention than Percy would have found warranted.

"That brings me to the reason I came by," Percy finally announced. "Zeus wants me to track down Circe, and probably lock away Circe. Apparently, she is setting up shop somewhere and plans to continue on with her Spa. Last time we took her down together,..."

Annabeth froze, a grin spreading across her face. She gently touched his elbow. "Of course, I'm in Seaweed Brain."

Percy grinned back at her.

"So, you and Silena?" Annabeth began. "Anything going on there?"

"Jealous?" Percy joked.

Annabeth scowled. "Just curious."

It was fairly obvious that she was.

"I would say we were each other's rebound. The slave part is still kind of awkward, to be honest," Percy summarized. "...and Silena more or less trying to act the part doesn't make it easier. You are aware of the conditions she had to agree to come back to life?"

Annabeth sighed, suddenly more serious, "Sadly I am."

Percy sighed. "In my defense, Silena is very pretty."

To his relief, Annabeth only rolled her eyes. "I don't think that can be disputed by anyone."

The daughter of Athena sighed deeply. "I might have said so earlier, but I believe I do very much owe you an apology," Annabeth began.

Percy held up his hand. "I can not deny that I was angry and upset. But all things considered, I can't hold it against you. You were always free to go and under no obligation to stay and you were honest, straight up, and honest with me."

From the look on her face, Percy could tell that this wasn't what Annabeth had tried to convey to him, but he wouldn't make things that easy for her.

"I..." Annabeth started. "My feelings for you..." the voice caught in the blond's throat.

Percy met her gaze, looking deep into those stormy gray eyes, sparkling with sadness, pain, and fear. "Wise Girl," Percy said softly. "No matter what happens, I will always be your friend. When it comes down to it, I will always be at your side."

Annabeth nodded. This time it was her to punch his shoulder. "Don't go all sentimental on me," she said, her voice cracking slightly. "I really wasn't prepared to have this talk today."

He had almost forgotten how much he enjoyed spending time with Annabeth was. It was as if some part of him, he had not yet really noticed missing, had been put back in place.

They sat for quite a while together, recalling their past exploits and quests. The kinds of stories only they had to share.

Inevitably the conversation reached the vicinity of the problem at hand. Circe, and the time they had run away from Camp Halfblood.

"Circe will be easier this time, provided she doesn't have any new surprises," Annabeth reckoned.

"What makes you say that?" Percy asked.

"We outplayed her when we were twelve. We are no longer twelve and have faced of enemies much more potent," Annabeth remarked. "We could have taken her before they made you a god, and now that you are, I am fairly confident of a victory."

"She is a goddess of magic, I am surprised that you would count her out so quickly."

Annabeth looked at him with some amusement, meeting his gaze for few moments. "We outplayed her when we were twelve."

"I doubt she will be as careless as she was last time," Percy reasoned, and Annabeth shrugged.

"We won't be caught off guard either. I'm the daughter of Athena here, remember?" she said, absent-mindedly playing with her hair.

Percy shrugged, "I will take your word for that. I do not wish to be turned into a guinea pig again."

Annabeth offered him a weak smile. "For the record, you were a cute guinea pig." Annabeth absentmindedly patted him on the shoulder. "Sadly, I don't think she could actually do that to you anymore."

They interrupted their conversation long enough for Annabeth to poor the two of them glasses with Iced Tea. Percy tried not to ogle his ex-girlfriend as she did, and truth be told, he failed.

"Are you open to having a roommate?" Percy suddenly blurted out. Why he was thinking of his recent conversation with Piper while checking out Annabeth was beyond him. He knew he shouldn't be, but Annabeth seemed to exclude some strange form of gravity that kept drawing his gaze back to herself.

"Possibly," Annabeth replied, suddenly cautious, her gray eyes narrowing.

"Well, it turns out things won't work out with Piper's flat, and now her dad is insisting that she lives with someone responsible. Otherwise, he'll cut her off," Percy explained.

Annabeth glared at him. "If Piper moves in, she'll make me tidy this place up." The disturbing part was that some part of Percy liked it when Annabeth was mad at him, but pushing her buttons was a dangerous game to play. She was, after all, the daughter of a war goddess.

"I live with Silena. She is just like that. It's not actually that bad," Percy reasoned.

"Fine," Annabeth conceded and glared at him for a few moments. "Tell her to call me. I'll see what I can do. I have a spare bedroom."

"If we can't find a suitable place for her to live, she'll have to crash with me, and my reputation really can't handle another daughter of Aphrodite." All in all, Percy felt like he was really on top of his game there, gently reminding Annabeth that a second daughter of Aphrodite might end up living with him.

"I said I'll talk to her," Annabeth complained defensively.

"To make it up to you, I could invite you for a cup of tea tomorrow, or soon at least?" Percy finally asked after they chatted for some more. "You know, just hang out, and make plans for quests that will inevitably blow up in our faces?"

"Tea?" Annabeth asked. "You don't drink Tea?"

"I'll start if it means we hang out again?"

Annabeth rolled her eyes but nodded. "Fine, I'll come by tomorrow. I'll be on Olympus the whole day anyway. Now, I would love to continue chatting past dinner but I actually have to file a bunch of proposals with Hestia. She is more or less playing City Planner and is surprisingly OCD when it comes to schedules."

Percy thought it was kind of rich for Annabeth to call anyone OCD but took her word for it.

"But okay, we'll hang out tomorrow. Quest planning and so on," Annabeth agreed, suddenly exhausted again.

Annabeth hung her head as she guided him to the door as if her good mood was quickly fading at the prospect of seeing him go.

Percy remembered Silena's words from yesterday about Annabeth and found himself glancing at Annabeth's elegant lips.

His gaze swept down Annabeth's tall, elegant form. The way her old, too-small shirt promoted her body in all the right ways, stretching over her chest. He could tell she wasn't wearing a bra.

He remembered how it felt to have the daughter of Athena lying next to him.

Annabeth still looked slightly deflated.

Should he? The temptation to trust in Silena's council was beyond tempting at that moment.

Annabeth's lips were pursed in a rather sensual manner. Or did it just seem like that?

Ironically this would be easier with Annabeth than Silena. While Silena was quite short, Annabeth was five-nine, so he wouldn't need to lean down nearly as far if he were to go through with it.

So as Annabeth knelt down to tie her shoelaces, Percy finally martial his courage. The entire time Annabeth didn't look up at him once. If she had, she might not have been caught off as much as she had been when he made his move.

Annabeth rose to her feet, still not meeting his gaze, and when she did, Percy hooked a finger under her chin. As Annabeth looked up in surprise, Percy let down, and their lips met.

In hindsight, he should have seen what happened next coming. She was a seasoned combat veteran and a very skilled martial artist. The punch that stuck his jaw was cast with impressive precision, and more strength than a girl of Annabeth's size should be capable of. A clean strike, aided by a textbook pivoting of the upper torso, culminating in the exertion of kinetic energy.

"Fuck!" Percy grunted, holding his jaw as sparks danced in front of his eyes.

When his vision cleared up again, Annabeth looked up at him with wide eyes, her hands covering her mouth in shock. Then the surprise and fear gave way to something deeper.

Her eyes narrowed, and an alien, deep-routed hunger took the place of surprise. Before Percy had fully recovered from the blow, Annabeth jumped him. She grabbed the front of his shirt and smashed her lips against his.

Set off like a rocket, Annabeth might have knocked Percy off his feet had he not been in good shape. Instead, Percy swiftly took over, roughly picking Annabeth up and slamming her against the wall. They exchanged heated kisses, and Percy was very aware of her toned form trapped between him against the wall.

He felt her ankles hook behind him and ran his hands up her flanks, quickly escalating to french kissing.

Regardless of how hot making out with Silena might be, this sort of contact with Annabeth just felt right and natural. That familiar scent...the taste of her lips. It was beyond intoxicating.

When Percy finally sat the Daughter Of Athena down on her kitchen counter, Percy continued kissing her hard. Without looking back, Annabeth swiftly unbuttoned his shirt and then ran her hands over his chest. Lust now truly taking hold of him as well, Percy pulled up her old orange shirt, exposing Annabeth's firm breasts and slender, toned midriff. When she didn't stop him, he had this confirmation that Annabeth was willing to take this as far as it would go.

Finally, Percy broke lip contact, if only to pull of the shirt entirely and turn his attention to Annabeth's perfect breast. Her nipples were a warm pink and a bit smaller than Silena's. Still, he appreciated them no less as he gently sucked on them.

"Percy," Annabeth breathed, digging her fingers into his hair as he showed his favorite set of breasts his affection until to have her pull him on further until his face was buried between her breasts.

Soon Percy relieved her of her shirt, and as he kissed her deeply, he unbuttoned her short jeans and pushed a hand into her panties.

Annabeth threw her head back and gasped softly as Percy went to work. Having had some recent practice, he knew exactly what to do and so soon had Annabeth groaning his name in ways only she could.

Being a big supporter of multitasking, Percy kissed the Daughter of Athena again, this time hungrily kissing her neck and sucking on her skin hard. He normally knew Annabeth would try to push him away, but she was otherwise occupied when she was too busy moaning.

Knowing that Annabeth would be in for quite a surprise the next time she looked in a mirror, Percy continued on with quite some satisfaction as Annabeth grew wetter and wetter.

The sound of Annabeth softly moaning his name as he continued coaxing moans from her lips.

It was probably only a minute or two later, but suddenly Annabeth screamed in surprise.

Percy quickly pulled from the sizable hematoma he had been working on in the vicinity of Annabeth's otherwise perfectly smooth neck he hit his head on the kitchen cupboard apart. Annabeth had quickly crossed her arms and was looking in shock off to his left.

"Piper?"

Sure enough, suspended in a rainbow was the familiar image of Piper Mclean.

The daughter of Aphrodite was simultaneously grinning from ear to ear and blushing deeply. "Ahm, sorry...: I didn't know you two..." Piper stuttered.

Percy feverishly thought of what he could say. "I think I found you a place to live," he finally voiced the first thing that came to mind.

Chapter Text

Percy Jackson

After Piper had so rudely cock-blocked him and ruined the mood completely, Percy had returned home, where he found himself ambushed by his favorite slave. "How did it go?" Silena demanded, greeting him with one of her tongue-tying smiles. To this day, he still wasn't sure if Silena knew what effect she had on guys or not.

Percy pointed at his growing bruise, yes it turns out he could still get bruises as a god, which was oddly comforting.

"Rough," Silena commented.

"Oh no, it went great. She jumped me right after that. Got to second base and everything, but then Piper butted in," Percy announced.

"You did your duty, sailor," Silena reasoned gravely, though the squeal that followed that statement ruined it.

He would have liked to be able to say that nothing eventful happened for the rest of the day. However, that would be a lie.

Shortly before dinner, he got a call via Iris's messaging service from one Grover Underwood. After making sure that Silena was neither undressed nor unknowingly visible in the call, Percy took it.

The holographic image of his oldest friend appeared, hovering in front of him.

"Lord of the Wild," Percy greeted the satyr with a grin on his face.

"Hi, Percy," Grover greeted him, looking rather downcast.

"What's up, man?" Percy asked, raising a glass of coke in salute.

Grover sighed deeply. "There is no easy way to put this, so I'll just say it. Juniper dumped me like an hour ago."

Percy lowered his drink in shock, the smile fading off his face. "What?"

"Yeah, she just ended it," Grover announced. Now that Percy thought of it the satyr looked quite miserable.

"Why, what happened?" Percy asked, noticing that Silena was now following their conversation intently from where she was scratching Mrs. O'Leary behind the ears.

Grover shrugged. "I don't know, man. Just said something about setting me free and that was it," he explained.

"Man, I know how you feel," Percy tried to console his friend.

"Some of the other nymphs have been hitting on me, but I always turned them down. Maybe Juniper didn't trust me," Grover reasoned sadly.

"Hey, I am sure she does," Percy assured Grover. Loyalty was one virtue Grover didn't lack.

"How are you holding up? Do you need me to come?" Percy asked. "You are also welcome any time here on Olympus. I am sure Silena would be happy to see you," Percy assured him.

On any other day, Grover might have been more interested in the daughter of Aphrodite's resurrection. Today wasn't any other day.

"Thanks, man, I'm fine. It would be cool if you could come by," Grover admitted glumly. "Now she isn't even talking to me anymore, it's as if the past few years never happened."

Percy frowned. When he had seen Juniper only a few days ago she hadn't seemed happy, but nothing like this.

"That's rough," Percy muttered.

"You know, just when things were going great..." Grover trailed off and looked down at his feet.

"Will you be staying at camp?" Percy asked.

"For a bit," Grover confirmed.

"Listen, I'll come down to see you as soon as possible," Percy promised. "I've got something important tomorrow, but after that, I'll make my way down to Camp."

Groover gave him a sad smile. "That would be nice, Percy. Most of the other satyrs are telling me to just take another nymph, but I don't want to."

"Don't let them talk you into anything you don't want to do. You are better than that?" Silena tried to console Grover after sitting down next to Percy. Only moments before, Mrs O'Leary had just randomly jumped to her feet and bustled off.

Percy was sure she hadn't considered how that comment made him look. Then she didn't seem to hold him in any lower regard for sleeping with her, so Silena likely viewed the situations as fairly different.

After ending the call, Percy glanced over at Silena. "You're wearing more than you have in a while," Percy noted, glancing at the hoodie and jeans. "I hope you don't feel the need to change anything for me, just wear what makes you comfortable."

Silena frowned. "I got called a pair of tits today, and I think Khione was right there. Just because I could be lying around here like a snack on a platter doesn't mean I should...unless you want me to, of course."

"Whatever makes you comfortable. And you don't look any less good just because you are wearing something other than beachwear. "

"Why are all girls going crazy?" Percy asked after a long moment of silence.

"I trust you aren't including me in that question?" Silena asked mildly.

"No..." Percy assured her.

"Maybe it's something in the air? Just kidding, it's to be expected. Now that we have left two wars behind us, our couples suddenly have to spend time with each other and focus on their relationships. Like Piper or Jason, for instance. Many couples can't handle that. I expect to see a few more breakups ahead."

"Like me and Annabeth?" Percy asked.

"Nah, you and Annabeth are a unique case. Your relationship has a solid foundation, though neither of you have spent that much casual time together. Not that you aren't facing problems, just different ones than Piper and Jason are. To me, it looks like the two of you are working through that. I think the two of you will be fine, but many others might not be."

Percy smiled at his roommate. "So, are you up to going out for dinner?" he asked.

Silena raised an eyebrow.

"Not as a date, just as friends," Percy explained, and Silena grinned.

"I won't say no to that."

Before leaving, Percy decided to the lowest level of his residence where he found Khione lying on her bed, staring up at the ceiling. It didn't come as a surprise to find the climate to be frigid.

"Khione," Percy greeted her, trying to sound light as possible.

Khione waited for a long moment, but then finally set up and looked up intently and once again Percy was struck by how warm the goddess's brown eyes were. However, there was nothing warm about the look she gave him. The bronze collar around her neck still shimmered.

"Lord Perseus," she greeted him.

"I trust you find your accommodations acceptable?" Percy asked, more to be polite. If she didn't then tough luck.

"Preferable to previous ones," Khione allowed graciously and sat up. "How long will I stay down here?" she asked.

"Indefinitely," Percy explained, trying to sound apologetic. "It's better than the alternative, believe me."

Khione shrugged and looked him over. "You have no other plans with me?" she asked suspiciously.

Finally, it made click. Khione was still low-key, concerned that he might force himself on her.

"Don't worry, as long as you are under my guard, no one will lay a hand on you," Percy promised her. "I'll check on you from time to time. And be nice to Silena, she has done nothing to earn your insults."

Khione frowned. "She is but a slave girl..."

"Yes, but she is my slave," Percy emphasized. "So, by the will of Zeus, are you. The only difference is that Silena is out here and you are in there," Percy reminded her. "So, mind your tone. Around here she is far above you in the pecking order. Speaking of Silena, we're going out for dinner now."

As he walked back to the vault door to leave, Khione called out to him once more. "Lord Perseus?"

"Yes?" he asked, looking over his shoulder.

"I would thank you for preserving my honor from those Centaurs. I appreciate the gesture," Khione announced.

Percy turned around to look at her. Khione didn't smile, though her expression seemed slightly less cold and hard.

"Regardless of whatever crimes you might have committed, you definitely did not deserve to be gang-raped by a hoard of psychotic centaurs."

The following day Annabeth visited. It oddly surprised Percy how quickly he and Annabeth slipped back into their old rhythm, though it had been a bit awkward at first, which wasn't a surprise considering the last day's make-out session. At least something had come off the visit. Not only had he made out with Annabeth, but it had also pleased him to learn that Piper would indeed be moving in with Annabeth.

They had met that day with good intentions to plan a quest.

However, it quickly turned out that they didn't actually have that much to plan. For one, the quest hadn't officially been handed out yet and as such; they didn't even know where to even begin to look for Circe.

Silena Beauregard

Silena had already had misgivings by the time Percy pulled her up to join him on Mrs. O'Leary's back, and even the reassuring feeling of Percy's powerful arms locking around her as he held onto the hellhound wasn't enough to calm her unease. Shadow travel was something for monsters, or maybe the more daredevil of her fellow demigods. It wasn't something a self-respecting daughter of Aphrodite should ever be involved in. No, Silena very much preferred to travel via Pegasi.

When they finally materialized, Silena felt as if she was going to be sick. If Percy hadn't been holding her, she would have fallen right off the hellhound's back.

"Not feeling well," Silena warned.

As if she could understand them, Mrs. O'Leary dropped down onto her stomach, allowing Silena to slip off without too much of a fall.

Silena fell to her knees and breathed deeply, sure she was going to puke. When the nausea had finally passed, she let Percy pull her back to her feet.

"Feeling better?" he asked sympathetically. Silena looked back at the big blue house, though her knees suddenly felt weak, and this time that had nothing to do with the journey.

She hadn't wanted to come back to camp, at all. It wasn't camp itself, only the manifest reminder of her mistakes, her betrayal, and the lives lost because of it. She knew it might sound cowardly, but she didn't want to have to look her fellow campers in the eyes. That and there was also the fact that the story of her return to the world of the living will have certainly made the rounds, and she really wasn't in the mood to answer dozens of poorly veiled inquiries into her sex life.

She had tried every trick in her arsenal to have Percy let her stay home. She had argued, begged, pleaded, pulled the puppy eye card, even indirectly offered to let him have some fun with her before he left. Of course, she was well aware how hypocritical this was after having turned Percy away only the day before due to not wanting to interfere with Annabeth and her attempts to get back with Percy.

In her defense, she really didn't want to go and at that moment, the post-sex guilt had seemed preferable to having to visit the camp.

Percy had only laughed, kissed her on the forehead, and ordered her to get ready.

As they approached, the door opened and Chiron came strutting out. The old teacher beamed at Silena as they approached, as if his favorite student had just finally come home.

"Silena, I hoped Percy would bring you by. Are you returning for good or just visiting?" he asked, a lot warmer than Silena felt she deserved.

"Just passing through," Silena hastily said before Percy could make any further changes to their plan. She wouldn't put it past him.

"I see, I am still pleased to see you. You will always have a home here;" Chiron announced.

Silena offered her best smile. Though she doubted she could ever live here again, even if she hadn't sworn herself into Percy's service. Perhaps one day, but she very much doubted it.

Together they walked up the front steps and rounded the porch to the back of the building form where they could overlook most of the camp. "It's gotten full," she noted, noticing all the new buildings.

"It has," Percy agreed, looking rather pleased with himself. Then she remembered that this had been part of the changes he had suggested they make after the war.

Even though they were off-season, there were a surprising amount of campers milling around. "There are a lot more campers than there used to be, don't you?" she marveled. As usual, the children of Demeter tended to the plans, though she recognized none of them. However, some of them looked up with open curiosity, as if she were the new one. Perhaps she was. The camp she had left had been one populated by battle-hardened veterans. Many of these kids looked almost soft in comparison.

Then she noticed the statue of Athena standing on the top of a hill. Annabeth had found it, she noted with quite a lot of pride. How far the daughter of Athena had come.

"Oh, very much so. New Campers arrive every week," Chiron confirmed brightly.

They looked down at Camp for a long moment.

"Percy, we'll catch up later. I have an archery class to teach," Chiron announced. "Why don't the two of you head down."

"Hey you 're Percy, right?" one of Demeter's sons asked Percy, though his eyes kept flickering back to Silena.

Despite her leaving away any makeup and wearing one of Percy's hoodies, they had picked her out as a daughter of Aphrodite at first glance; it wasn't hard.

"That's me," Percy agreed.

"Where did you find this one?" he asked, trying to keep his glances at her short and simple. "She lasted long on her own." Finally, he turned his attention to Silena and offered his best smile, suddenly looking flustered and his cheeks blushing. "Welcome to camp, my name is Sean O'Brien."

Silena smiled patiently. "I hate to disappoint you, but I am not a new Camper. I came here the first time when I was five," she offered patiently.

"Oh, so one of the Summer Campers," he decided brightly.

"Sorry Sean, we need to go," Percy suddenly cut into her immense relief.

"You always get checked out like that?" Percy asked, and she couldn't help but giggle. "When I meet new people, yes. It gets better after folks get to know me. Just so you know, you get flirted with a lot too, you just never noticed."

Percy didn't reply, but looked pleased with himself.

Before long, faces she knew appeared, and quickly frenzied her.

"It's finally Silena fucking Beauregard," Jake Mason, the tall and muscular son of Hephaestus, announced to the growing crowd. To her mild surprise, instead of anger, he simply looked thrilled to see her, and other campers she had known also seemed thrilled to see her.

"You've got this. I need to talk to Grover," Percy announced, and slipped away into the crowd.

The burly smith simply picked her up in a rib-cracking embrace. A moment later, she was standing face to face with Katie. "Sorry, but I had to tell everyone," her old friend admitted, tears forming in her eyes as she beamed at Silena.

Tears welled in Silena's eyes, and she hugged Katie again. "That's alright," she muttered.

Just then, Katie was knocked aside by a very familiar young woman.

The burly and tall daughter of Ares towered above her, an almost maniacal grin on her face. "Silena," she screamed and once again Silena was picked off her feet and twirled around like some child's doll.

There was some sniggering in the group. "The victorious daughter of Aphrodite has returned!" she called out, and a few of her siblings cheered.

It was then that she spotted a few faces that were clearly less than happy about her return. A few of the campers were glowering at her. She couldn't hold it against them. Most of those that she knew looked thrilled to see her though and those she didn't know mostly watched in confusion as a girl they didn't know was greeted with an abundance of enthusiasm.

It took her about half an hour until Michael and two of her other full-time cabin mates led her back to her cabin, where she found a small altar. A stool, with a picture of her clad in pink hoplite armor from that time they had faced the hunt during a game of capture the flag. They stacked batches of black and red roses up against the stool along with her old sword, an artful blade forged by her late boyfriend Charles Beckendorf. She had forgotten the weapon entirely.

Her Camp necklaces, a black leather cord with thirteen beads, lay in front of the picture.

"Now that you 're alive, we thought you might like your things back," Michael explained, grinning. "Lacy will be furious, though. She is the one that set it up."

Silena stared down at the shrine, not knowing how to feel about it. It was rare that one got to see a shrine dedicated to herself and, for some reason; it was oddly disturbing.

When she didn't answer, Michael coughed awkwardly. "So, are you going to become the camp counselor again?"

Silena smiled at them sadly. "I don't think that will be possible. Besides, I hear that Piper girl has been doing a good job."

"She's almost never here," Olivia, another old-timer, explained. "Don't get me wrong, Piper is great, but she's never there to handle the day-to-day problems. You are coming back to camp though, right?"

"I will definitely visit, but I'm not coming back. I've got other obligations that make shifting back impossible," she explained.

"You mean serving, Percy?" Olivia asked, suddenly sounding a lot more enthusiastic. "What is being his slave-like, he's so gorgeous. I'd let him be my master for a day or two...," the fourteen-year-old fawned.

"He is," Silena agreed, almost laughing. "Percy is a really sweet guy. A lot less glamorous than one might imagine."

"Sex with hot, much too old guys aside," Michael cut in and picked up the necklace. "These are yours and you should get them back," he explained and then fastened the necklace around her neck and handed her, her old Xiphos.

"These are yours and you should have them back," he explained and shot a warning glance at their younger half-sister. "It's time we remove this shrine. It's been bumming everyone out." Silena guessed Olivia had discovered a taste for older guys, and Michael was visibly concerned about it.

"You should have stayed dead," a familiar voice announced and Silena spun around.

One of her other half-sisters stood in the doorway.

"Vanessa?" Silena asked, surprised. The African American girl looked at her coldly and Silena remembered how they used to be quite close.

"Vanessa!" Michael growled. "That is..."

Silena held her hand up. "No, it's fine."

Vanessa slowly walked up to Silena. "You betrayed us," her sister growled, her voice trembling with fury. "We were a family, and you still dared look us in the eyes, knowing that you were selling us all out. How many died because of you? Beckendorf? Lee? Yew? Castor? Evelyn? Did you just give them our general plan, or perhaps even the size and disposition of our forces?"

Silena lowered her gaze. "I would happily die ten times over if it meant I got to undo my mistakes," Silena said softly and suddenly the memory of the smell and the feeling of her own face being burnt away by acid under her helmet became very vivid. Suddenly, she could feel her blood rushing through her ears and her heart pounded in her chest.

"And yet here you are! While you are playing the maid and bouncing around on Jackson's cock, our friends, brothers, and sisters are dead! Don't bother trying to sell us the slavery card, Percy is a sweetheart. The gods know you would deserve something else entirely. I hope Percy sleeps lightly with you in the house."

She could see the hurt and anger on her sister's face and fought back her tears. Guilt and grief weighed heavily on her soul. There was nothing Silena could think of to do or say to make things better, so stayed silent. She knew that in her anger Vanessa was saying things she might have not on other days, or perhaps she meant everything she said. She wouldn't be wrong.

What could she have done differently? Down in the underworld, she had a lot of time to think about it. At any time, she could have just gone to Chiron or Charlie. Or Annabeth, or Clarisse. Or even to Percy, who had arguably been their greatest champion at the time. She should have just told them that Luke was blackmailing her. But then, what did they say? Hindsight is twenty-twenty?

Chapter Text

Percy Jackson

Consoling Grover had gone about as well as could be hoped, and he had begun to feel quite good about himself until Katie and two of Silena's siblings approached him, looking quite concerned.

"Lord Perseus," one of Silena's sisters greeted him. From the catacombs of his memory, he managed to drag her name to the surface.

"Hey, Olivia. It's been a while and drop the Lord part. What can I do for you?"

"Silena had a falling out with one of our sisters and she took it kind of hard. The last time we saw her, she disappeared into the woods. She looked really upset. Clarisse is taking a few of her cabin mates to check around Zeus's fist but so far no luck."

Percy sighed deeply.

"In her defense, Vanessa was really hurtful," Michael added.

"No defense needed. I'll find her," Percy assured them. One might presume that his confidence was misplaced.

How he was so confident to find her was beyond him, but something told him he would find her.

Percy didn't know why, but his feet guided him into the forest and through the thick trees. That a diverse population of monsters occasionally overran these forests only increased his concern.

Percy continued to make his way through the shadowy forest until he spotted Silena sitting a the shores of a creek, dangling her feet into the water. Even from a distance, Percy could see that Silena was very upset, so upset that she didn't notice him approaching him from behind. That was saying something because the average demigod lived their heads on a swivel.

"Silena?" Percy asked cautiously.

The daughter of Aphrodite turned around and spotted him approaching.

"Oh hey, Percy. Sorry for running off like that, I needed some time on my own," she announced. Percy could see that he had been crying, her eyes were red and tears had thoroughly ruined her light makeup.

"I can see that, " Percy announced and sat down next to her.

"What's the problem?" Percy asked.

"It's nothing, nothing that isn't deserved," Silena sniffed. Percy noted that Silena had a master-crafted xiphos lying across her lap. A necklace with more beads than he had ever seen on someone was wrapped around the hilt. "You know, you're being a lot nicer than you ought to be to me. I should be sitting in the cell next to Khione on my off time."

Percy eyed the weapon with concern. This sort of self-destructive talk worried him more than he cared to admit. "Any plans for that sword?" he asked cautiously.

Silena looked down at the weapon. "Hm, oh no. Charlie made it for me...you don't mind if I keep it?"

"Hey, I'm not going to deprive a demigoddess of her second amendment rights. You are perfectly at liberty to own a sword," Percy replied and Silena sniffed.

After a long moment of silence, Percy added, "Sorry for making you come here... ."

"No, it's fine. It was great to see camp again. Can't blame them for hating me," Silena explained. Though her voice was steady new streams of tears began to run down her cheeks.

"As far as I can tell most people don't hate you," Percy reasoned. "They seemed quite fond of you to be honest."

Percy put an arm around Silena in what he hoped was a comforting manner and pulled her closer. When Silena quickly returned the embrace Percy wrapped both his arms around her and hugged her tightly. Before long Silena was sitting on his lap, quietly sobbing into his shoulder, thoroughly drenching his shoulder with her tears.

"I killed them," Silena sobbed. "Vanessa was right. Charlie, Lee, and all the others. It was my fault."

Percy didn't answer, instead just holding the young woman for a few minutes as he tried to think of anything that could cheer Silena up.

For a long, while he didn't and so he stayed silent and held the young woman, praying to whatever god held jurisdiction over such matters that he didn't get a boner.

"Am I a burden to you?" Silena finally asked quietly.

Silena wasn't, she really wasn't. However, something told him that this line of questioning could only come to a conclusion that he wouldn't like at all.

"Of course, not. Having you around has been nothing but a delight," Percy replied hastily and pulled her even closer. "Don't you even dare think about returning to the underworld? This world would be worse off for losing you again."

After a few moments of silence, Silena broke the silence. "Listen, there is someone you need to meet."

Annabeth Chase

Annabeth was lying on Sally Jackson's sofa, staring at the ceiling. Some part of her was still fuming. She wasn't upset about yesterday's makeout session, though the ending had been somewhat disappointing. Or suddenly having a roommate.

No, that she hadn't been aware of receiving a hickey and running around Olympus all day like an idiot. Not being a regular user of makeup it came as no surprise that she hadn't noticed it. It certainly explained her mother's disproving look. Only Sally had finally asked if she had "bumped" herself somewhere. Sally had started grinning like a Cheshire cat when she finally managed to get Annabeth to admit that she had Percy to thank for this.

"So, are you together again?" Sally asked eagerly, unfortunately continuing on with the persistence of a tax collector.

"No, we kissed and got interrupted," Annabeth explained for what felt like the tenth time.

Sally only shook her head smiling, and returned to the kitchen to check on the chocolate chip cookies she was making.

Just then the doorbell rang and Annabeth rose to her feet. "I'm getting the door," Annabeth announced.

When she pulled it open she found herself face to face with the guy responsible for her hickey and the daughter of Aphrodite that now seemed to be part of the deal.

Their eyes widened in surprise when they saw who had opened the door.

"Annabeth?" Percy asked and Annabeth felt her cheeks warming up.

"I didn't know you two were coming by today," Annabeth said the first thing to come to her mind. It might seem weird but Annabeth had Sally's schedule memorized but she just seemed to remember such things and Sally talked a lot.

"It was a spontaneous decision," Percy admitted. "We visited camp and Silena had a rough day."

Now that Percy mentioned it Silena did look quite miserable.

Just then Sally appeared. "Who's at the door..." she trailed off as she spotted her son.

Then she smiled brightly. "And you must be Silena Beauregard, by the gods you are pretty."

Annabeth had to stop herself from making a face, reasoning that Sally was merely pointing out the obvious. Still, the charms of the young lady her ex-boyfriend had been railing were not something she wished to have to spend any more time thinking about than absolutely necessary. That and she preferred it when she was the only one whose beauty Sally felt the need to point out. Was she guilty of vanity? Perhaps, but it was what it was. Especially bearing yesterday's incident in mind.

Silena looked up at Sally with wide eyes and then her cheeks flushed bright red.

"Ahm hi. Yes, I'm Silena," Silena confirmed awkwardly and Annabeth held back what would have been a pitying look. Sally Jackson had that effect on people, even on the likes of the goddess Artemis, who after coming by to pick up Thalia from girls' night out with herself and Sally, found herself sitting on the couch eating blue chocolate chip cookies, ranting about her annoying twin brother.

"They'll get over it," Annabeth declared. "We've all screwed up at some point."

A moment later she realized that her words could be applied to herself and chose not to not speak any further.

Perhaps realized that Annabeth accidentally treads into territory she had not intended to go Sally took over. "Just give it time Silena, you'll find your own place."

"Well, it's not camp half-blood, that's for sure," Silena muttered.

"Bullshit, most people were absolutely thrilled to see you," Percy cut in, showing off his usual and quite welcome bluntness.

"Can't actually live at camp anymore anyway. Still, if my visit risks trouble at Camp I can't go there anymore. We all know how important camp is, it was the first place I ever felt safe and had actual friends..."

"Don't try to apply permanent solutions to temporary problems," Percy warned with a surprising amount of eloquence.

"Percy, I nearly broke the camp. I nearly cost us the entire war, this isn't like when you ignored the game plan in Capture the Flag or something, maybe I'm not worthy of forgiveness..."

Sally sighed. "Don't do that. You made mistakes, big ones. In the end, you did everything anyone could ever ask for to make things right."

Silena looked at Sally and it looked like she was close to tears again.

This wasn't something that could be solved in one afternoon, Annabeth knew that. In recent months Annabeth had barely been able to handle her own feelings of guilt and grief. However, where she had broken up with Percy during a panic attack Silena's mistakes had, unfortunately, had a much greater fallout. Perhaps it would take years for her to find her peace with that, perhaps she'd never.

Annabeth knew how it worked. Everything would be fine, Silena would laugh, joke, and try to enjoy this new life she had been given. Then occasionally, and usually without warning that guilt and those memories would find her. For Annabeth it Tartarus, the look on Percy's face when she had declared the break, or that Cyclops trying to kill her Thalia, and Luke during her early childhood. Or any over of the long list of traumatic incidents in her life. For Silena? For Silena it would be the memories of her ex-boyfriend and all the others that might have died due to her betrayal. All the times she had been forced to break the confidence and trust of those that she had proclaimed to be friends with. She did not envy the daughter of Aphrodite.

"If it makes you feel any better, Silena. I forgive you," Annabeth finally mumbled. "For everything."

As the conversation continued on Annabeth became increasingly aware of Percy sitting mere inches next to her. She could feel his warmth, and his very familiar scent lay heavy in the air.

While her body and soul had yearned for this familiar presence for months now, actually sitting next to him had caused her more anxiety than she would have thought possible.

"Can we talk, alone?" Annabeth asked quietly.

Percy looked at her with mild surprise but nodded and the two of them headed to the kitchen, leaving Silena alone with Sally.

"You wanted to talk to me?" Percy asked innocently.

"We should talk about yesterday," Annabeth announced and looked up at Percy.

Percy grinned sheepishly. "Sorry about that, couldn't be helped..."

"Sorry about the punch," Annabeth replied. "You kissed me...does that mean you would take me back or were you just trying to get in my pants?"

Percy had the audacity to be completely unfazed and grinned down at her. "How about both?"

Annabeth gave him a tired look. "Percy, I love you to hell and back, and breaking up with you was one of the biggest mistakes of my life. The idea of losing you scares me more than death itself. But while this might sound arrogant, I won't be anyone's booty call."

Percy looked down at her and gave her a small smile. "I am crazy about you too. So how about this Wise Girl, we just take it slow and see where it leads us?"

Annabeth sighed deeply. "Again, really sorry about everything," she muttered.

A moment later Percy leaned forward and kissed her on the head. "So, any guys I should be worried about?"

Annabeth snorted. "No, not really? Anyone other romances you wished to disclose on your side?"

"Apart from that thing with Silena, not really," Percy replied quietly.

Again that ugly jealousy warmed up in her stomach, but she pushed it aside. At the time Percy had been perfectly at liberty to sleep with whomever he liked. Still, she had always had a quite vivid imagination, and picturing Percy pounding Silena into the mattress,...well it hurt.

"I imagine she was a very good substitute," Annabeth instead hissed under her breath, careful to keep her voice low.

"As a gentleman, I will not comment on such things," Percy replied earnestly. "Just like I would not talk to her about what we used to do."

"Fair enough," Annabeth replied.

"Percy, could you come in here?" Silena suddenly called out.

"Now what?" Percy asked. Annabeth only shrugged and they returned to the living room where they looked at Silena expectantly.

It was Sally though who cleared their voice. "Listen, there is something I have been meaning to tell you," she started.

"This sounds ominous," Percy muttered under his breath. Knowing what Sally was going to announce Annabeth fought back a smile.

"What's going on?" Percy asked suspiciously.

"I'm pregnant," Sally declared proudly.

Percy stared at his mother and opened his mouth for a few long moments.

"What?" he finally asked, as if not sure he had heard right.

Sally looked up at him, grinning from ear to ear. "You heard me, Paul and I are going to have a baby. You are going to be a big brother."

Percy sat down heavily and looked off into the distance.

"How long?" Percy finally asked.

"A few months..." Sally admitted.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Percy asked.

Sally looked at him guiltily. "Well, you already had enough problems..." Sally explained.

Percy rubbed his temples, his eyes closed, before getting up. "Well, congratulations?" Percy asked.

Sally grinned. "You will be an amazing big brother."

Annabeth watched him carefully and Percy fortunately smiled. "Well, someone needs to set a terrible example."

Sally laughed and Percy embraced his mother tightly. "You women drive me crazy, you know?"

Chapter Text

Percy Jackson

Life was slowly picking up speed again. His godly training was sadly taking a setback for the moment. Only a few days later, Zeus had summoned him back to the Throne room. After inquiring how Khione was acclimating to her new accommodations, he announced with that same generous grin he had with Khione, that Percy was to journey back to the Sea of Monsters and arrest the pariah sorceress Circe who had apparently moved right back into her old lair after Edmund Teach and his band had left. After reminding him that there was no rush, Zeus departed in his usual theatrical manner.

No rush? While he enjoyed working without the usual impending doomsday deadlines, this did offer Annabeth and him some more time for planning. Things like how to travel through the sea of monsters? What to take along? Who to take along? How to get the bothersome immortal back to New York? Waiting too long didn't sit right with Percy.

While Zeus might not consider Circe's capture a top priority, all the poor fellows that Circe was turning into Guinea Pigs would probably consider the matter more time pressing. Piper and Annabeth had also set the moving date in stone to the following month.

One afternoon Percy stepped into Khione's pleasantly cool cell he found his unwilling guest sitting at her small table. He had checked on her occasionally and while he seemed to have earned himself a cordial treatment from Khione, likely for saving her from the centaurs, she was by no means warm.

"You doing alright, Lady Khione?" Percy asked.

Khione looked up at him expressionlessly. "I am even still a lady?" she inquired.

Percy shrugged. "I do not have the faintest idea."

"So, what brings you to me?" Khione finally asked.

"Out of curiosity, have you had any dealings with the sorceress Circe recently?"

Khione cocked her head, and her elegant lips curled into a wintry smile. "How recently?"

"Past five years? Any time after Annabeth Chase and I destroyed her spa?"

"I fear not, Perseus," Khione replied. "Now, had the goddess chosen to build her resort in the Swiss Alps, perhaps I would be more of use, but you might appreciate that tropical islands are outside of my sphere of influence."

"Fair enough, it was worth a try."

"Well, it isn't as if I have much else to do," Khione reasoned.

"Cheer up. If I capture her, you'll have someone to talk to down here." Realizing that it comes out a lot more spiteful than intended, he added. "Do you need anything, Ambrosia? Nectar? Netflix?"

"No, thank you."

"Very well," Percy replied and left the goddess alone. When he stepped through the vault door, he found Silena leaning against the wall next to it.

Silena at least seemed to cheer up again somewhat and had gone back to her normal self. It might sound sexist, but he preferred cheerful Silena to mopy Silena. There was also the fact that she occasionally ran around the house in a bikini top and shorts, a development he approved off. They might be back to platonic now, but that didn't mean that he didn't appreciate the view. Considering that technically Silena was exclusively there for his enjoyment, he felt pretty good about how little he ogled her. There was also the fact that his mother and Silena were now friendly, which was more than awkward.

He had also noticed that she was also wearing her bead Camp Half-blood necklace again.

"I thought she would cause more trouble," Silena announced, her arms crossed, incidentally pressing her breasts together in a rather distracting manner. Percy forced himself not to look.

"Maybe she's given up," Percy offered after sealing the heavy door.

Silena raised an eyebrow. "She is a millennia-old goddess and you seriously believe she will give up after a few months of inconvenience? Just be careful, you are a nice guy and nice guys are easy to manipulate. Her options are limited and none of those that she has are very tasteful. She will probably try to get in your head, and in your pants for that matter."

"Jealous?" Percy joked.

Silena snorted. "Of what?"

Being the mature god that he was Percy stuck his tongue out.

"Just be careful," Silena pressed again.

"Hey, I always am!"

Silena gave him an insultingly doubtful look. "Anyway, just remember. You are making choices for both of us..." Silena trailed off.

"You worry too much," Percy mused lightly and familiarly touched her elbow. "Nothing is going to happen Silena, you are going to be fine."

"Not that I wish to sound ungrateful, but so far, things haven't really been working out for me. So forgive me my skepticism."

"Aren't you alive?"

"I am," she agreed. "Would like to keep it that way."

Percy's expression softened. "Silena, I won't let anything happen to you. Okay?"

Silena sighed deeply. "I believe you."

Together, they headed back up upstairs. "What do you want to eat tonight?" Silena finally asked.

He shrugged. "I really don't know. Just make whatever you want, for two."

"At your own peril," was all Silena said. Percy's taste in food had never been overly lavish. He had been a simple man, and now a simple god. It was at that moment that he realized Silena might prefer a more refined pallet than the one she had provided him with.

"Well, then. I'll be doing some groceries," Silena announced.

Suddenly, he breathed in the thick, warm, and sweet scent of freshly baked chocolate chip cookies and paused. When he froze, Silena looked up at him with mild concern, as if worried he was having a stroke or something.

"Are you alright Percy?" Silena asked.

Just then, a familiar voice rang out in his head. Somehow he knew that it was Juniper, even before he heard that gentle voice. "Hello, Percy? It's me Juniper," Juniper began and then fell silent again for a few long moments as if weighing her next words. "As you are probably aware, Grover and I have parted ways. I really hope you don't hate me now and I would understand it if you ignored me in light of this. I didn't want to hurt Grover, it's just that he never had time for me. I know he is busy, but still. I don't know if this makes me sound like a bad Dryad, but still. Please make contact with me over the next few weeks, should you have any time to spare me. There is something that I would like to discuss with you in private."

Juniper's voice fell silent, and over the next few moments, the heavy scent failed.

The scent was the kind of scent that could drag one into a content trance. However, paradise was lost when Silena snapped her fingers in front of his face. "Is my glorious overlord still present?"

"Ahm yeah, just got another prayer," Percy announced.

When she looked at him with an empty, doubtful expression, Percy elaborated. "Juniper, she wants to meet to talk about something."

"I see," Silena said. "Again, don't get us in trouble."

With that, she smiled and left to do her groceries.

As had been planned earlier, Annabeth came by to discuss their quest, now that fresh information where available.

Percy welcomed her in the entrance hall and received a hug that was just a moment too long to be casual. Before long, they were walking down Olympus's main boulevard together, enjoying the late summer afternoon.

Honestly, there wasn't that much to plan. They had already set the cornerstones for their quest.

The general idea so far was that they would embark on a yacht from Camp Half-blood. It would be a trip of a few days at the very least, just him and Annabeth stuck on a small boat together. As annoying as Annabeth could get at times, there were worse things than spending time with his beautiful and formidable and still interested ex-girlfriend.

Expecting things to go wrong, Percy had suggested they bulldoze through all the usual monster attacks and sentries of the Sea of Monsters.

As straight forwards as that seemed, he didn't really know what to do about the likes of Scylla and Charydbis. The sirens, in his opinion, would pose less of a problem. When Percy had joked about popping by Polyphemus to inform him that he had failed to kill Nobody afterall, Annabeth had only rolled her eyes.

Fortunately, he still knew the coordinates to Circe's island, so finding it again would be the simple part. Unless Circe had an army hidden away somewhere up her sleeve, they would toss the place mafia-style, put a sack over another minor goddess's head, and drag her back to Olympus.

The thing was, Annabeth was a planner. She wanted to firmly establish useless details like what route they would be taking down to the Sea of Monsters, or what they should pack. Honestly, it was as if Annabeth had never gone on a quest. When had any plan they had ever made actually worked out as intended?

Percy didn't complain though, he got to spend time with his favorite daughter of Athena.

Annabeth was wearing that old, worn-out Camp Half-blood shirt that promoted her figure in all the right ways, and adored that she neither noticed nor cared.

It was then that they ran into one of Percy's least favorite goddesses.

"Mother?" Annabeth asked, surprised.

The similarities between Annabeth and Athena were still striking, even after a few years. That frown, that doubtful look, those intelligent eyes. If Athena didn't have dark hair where Annabeth was blond, he might have mistaken one for the other from a distance. The goddess of Wisdom was dressed casually, with worn-out jeans, a tank top, and hiking boots.

"Annabeth, Perseus," Athena greeted them with a disapproving frown. "I see you are consorting with the Sea spawn again. Must I assume the two of you have rekindled your carnal relationship?"

The goddess's hard gray eyes bore into Percy. However, after being subjected to that same glare by Annabeth ever since he was twelve, he had grown acclimated and could weather it just fine.

"With all due respect, I do not see how this is any of your business," Annabeth replied, meeting her mother's glare.

Athena paused for a moment as if taken aback by her daughter's defiance. Why Athena would be surprised was beyond Percy, but perhaps the goddess was simply not used to being talked back to. Regardless, the goddess's eyes narrowed. "I was not passing judgment, merrily making an observation. You haven't exchanged a single word in months. Suddenly you have a suspicious hematoma on your neck and I've noticed that you and the Seaspawn are spending time together again. Is my assessment faulty?"

Annabeth faltered and looked over at Percy, not sure how to answer. She clearly didn't want to concede the point to her mother, but then she was clearly worried about how he would take whatever she said.

Percy, by now, had some experience in dealing with unreasonable Athenians. Being the responsible god he was supposed to be, Percy folded his hands and met Athena's hard, gray eyes. "Lady Athena, Annabeth, and I have known each other for a long time and while things might be complicated right now, she is still my best friend."

"I see, and the hematoma on the side of her neck?" Athena pressed.

Percy offered the goddess his best innocent smile, which likely wouldn't even have fooled a blind man. But hey, no one could blame him for trying. "She bumped herself?" Percy suggested.

"Bumped herself?" Athena echoed. To Percy, at least it seemed fairly obvious that the goddess didn't believe a single word he had just said. "I do hope you are only bumping yourself on one person. Your sister is already acting like a daughter of Aphrodite. It is an unpleasant irony when my children fall guilty of poor judgment."

With that, the goddess turned into a dark owl with gray eyes and took to the heavens with powerful wingbeats.

"What's up with her?" Percy asked. "She seems to even disapprove of me more than she used to."

Annabeth shrugged, and they continued on. "I think she is still spooked about Clementine. Turns out Clem is pregnant. I think she secretly worries about us."

"Wait, isn't Clementine like seventeen?" Percy suddenly remembered.

Annabeth bit her lip. "Just turned sixteen. It's quite the scandal in my cabin. I am surprised the Aphrodite cabin didn't inform you of our fall from grace when you visited."

"And what's with Athena accusing you of sleeping around?" Percy asked.

Annabeth stayed silent for a long moment. "We aren't exactly sure who the father of Clementine's unborn baby is. Malcolm and I narrowed it down to four guys. Her mortal family was away for the weekend and apparently, she organized this big pool party. Her boyfriend made out with some cheerleader so she fucked a few of his friends as revenge."

"Oh fuck!" Percy exclaimed, remembering the younger daughter of Athena from camp, a bright-eyed girl with alert eyes and a mischievous grin that even made the Stoll's anxious. "What's going on with her?"

"Her dad remarried. I think she is just acting out," Annabeth reasoned.

"Why do I keep on missing these things?" Percy marveled, astonished at how this juicy piece of gossip had escaped him for so long.

Annabeth laughed. "You are a god now. What gave you the impression that gods are well-informed?"

Percy shook his head in disbelief, still surprised even Piper had brought this up.

"So, any ideas on where we get a sailing yacht?" Annabeth finally brightly.

"I do not have the faintest idea," Percy replied, grinning.

"I'll probably ask Dad. Maybe he can raise the Bismark or something."

Annabeth looked over at him thoughtfully. "Well, eight fifteen-inch guns would certainly take care of Scylla and Charybdis in short order. I am not sure where you get a crew of roughly two thousand German-speaking trained specialists from."

Percy blankly stared back at her. "I am joking, you know that right?"

Annabeth blankly returned the stare. "Wasn't sure. I assumed raising a shipwreck would be well within your father's abilities."

That evening when Percy returned home, he found Silena and his dog wrestling next to the pool, though it looked quite comical because Mrs O'Leary was many times Silena's size.

Percy and Silena finally sat down for dinner together at the pool with Mrs O'Leary taking an early nap a few feet away. Percy was more than eager to be the one sharing gossip for once. Silena's jaw dropped when she heard what had happened to Annabeth's half-sister.

"Are you joking? Clementine?" Silena asked in disbelief and again.

"Seems like it," Percy agreed, and Silena rubbed her temples. "And they always worried about my cabin?" she muttered. "In all my years, my cabin never had a pregnancy like that," Silena informed him matter-of-factly. "It's usually the Apollo or Hermes girls. Actually, it's mainly the Hermes girls. But it is always Cabin Ten who get to listen to stupid comments. Cabin six having an incident like this...honestly, I am surprised it hasn't happened before. Those owl heads always overthink things... . That's what always gets them in trouble."

Strangely enough, Percy found himself agreeing.

Chapter Text

Silena Beauregard

For some reason, Silena found no sleep that night. She stared up at the ceiling for hours on end before finally pulling on the bikini and shorts she had abandoned a few hours ago next to her bed. At that moment, some part of her cursed her decision to stop sleeping with Percy, pending the outcome of the Annabeth situation. She could have really used it at that moment. Then, with recent developments, it looked like her temporary veto might turn into a permanent thing. Still, she knew it had been the right decision.

Then she grabbed her sword and made her way back up to the top floor and into the gym, where a few practice dummies clad in bronze armor stood, waiting to be someone's victim.

Tonight, it would be Silena's victim.

Despite certain preferences at camp half-blood to almost exclusively be armed with sidearms, Percy being a big champion of that doctrine, Silena preferred fighting with a shield.

Even so, she moved into a ready position, three steps forward, and opened up with a fast, fluid, upward angled thrust. If she were fighting a human or demigod, the blow would have been devastating, penetrating the abdomen just below the sternum, and then angled upwards to pierce the thorax and damage vital organs, cause catastrophic bleeding, and let the shock put the enemy out of the fight.

She twisted the weapon and yanked it free and followed up with another fast sequence of cuts and jabs, going for the chinks in the leaver-bound statue's bronze armor. Just because she didn't enjoy combat, did not mean she had spent more than a decade at Camp without learning how to use a sword.

Thirty seconds later the dummy was covered in deep gashes and cuts and with a panting Silena stepped a few steps back the dummy repaired itself, holes in the leaver membrane sealing smoothly and cut and bent armor reforming to a polish.

Again and again, she went through sequences of attacks, parries, and counters.

"Woof," Mrs O'Leary finally announced herself, clearly no longer content with allowing Silena to cause a ruckus, and not get any attention.

Silena sighed and lowered the blade as the giant of that hound trotted up and leaned down to lick her face.

"No girl!" Silena warned and threw her arms around the hell-hound's snout in a hug, trying to keep it shut to further discourage any over-enthusiastic head-to-toe kisses.

Unfortunately, Mrs O'Leary took it the wrong way and seemed to be under the impression that Silena wanted to go for another round of wrestling and simply swept her head to the left and sent her tumbling to the floor, and forced her to roll the momentum off.

"Fine girl. I've been cleaning after you ever since you came here. You want to play this easy, we can play it easy. You want to play hard, let's pay hard. By the gods, I am going to give you a haircut tomorrow. But for now, you are going down!"

Then Silena launched herself at the massive hellhound and used the momentum to swing herself around on Mrs O'Leary's neck and playfully tugged on her ears and pulled her head back and forth.

Mrs O'Leary barked with the force of an artillery gun and bound out for the pool, and chased her tail for a few seconds as if to establish her dominance. No, she was spinning around as she tried to turn her head far enough to lick her.

Silena Beauregard clung on for dear life.

"No..." she warned. In the rotational blur, she noticed that they were drawing awfully close.

A moment later there was surprised bark followed by a big splash. For a moment Silena was asking herself why she wasn't underwater until her feet dipped into the pool. Then she realized that due to Mrs O'Leary's massive size, the hellhound could comfortably stand in the pool with her barely getting wet.

"Ha! Ha! So I have bested you!" she taunted the hound.

The hellhound barked again in excitement and then just decided to roll into her side, taking her down for a plunge in the warm and wet.

Silena kicked free and broke the surface to see the Hellhound enthusiastically rolling around in the pool, raising waves that would even impress Percy as she did. Not wishing to accidentally be crushed by the Hellhound's well-tempered ferocity, she pulled her legs free and kicked off the hound's back.

She climbed out of the water and realized that half the courtyard was now a single large puddle and deckchairs had been knocked out of the Hound's path. Two deckchairs lay below the pool.

"Oh, go to the crows," Silena cursed as she watched Percy's dog happily roll around before starting to chew around on one of the deckchairs while staring up at her with content, happy, puppy eyes.

While Percy might be committed to not making her feel like a hired maid, something told her she would be the one cleaning this mess up.

"Ding! Dong!" the doorbell suddenly announced itself.

Dripping wet Silena groaned in exasperation. It was what, almost midnight? Who could possibly come by at this time? Silena swore to herself that if this was a shitfaced Thalia, she'd give the blacked-out huntress a makeover.

After recovering her sword, she made her way over to the door and tore it open, her eyes narrowed in a forming glare.

"Do you really think it is proper to greet your mother with a sword in hand?" Aphrodite chided her. As she stepped over the threshold, she blew a kiss on her daughter's cheek. The goddess's long hair was tied in a ponytail and she wore a tight brown police officer's uniform that complimented her form, complete with a gun belt and gun, radio, and a star on a chest with the inscription "Olympian County Sheriff's Office."

"Mother, what are you doing here?" she asked.

"I heard some loud crashing," Aphrodite announced innocently. "this is both a noise complaint and a welfare check."

Silena looked at her mother skeptically. "A welfare check? You're a fucking Deputy now?"

With another deafening bark, Mrs O'Leary announced herself a moment before her two glowing red eyes announced her almost melting out of a shadow and bounding towards the open door.

"I was playing with the dog," she explained and put herself between Mrs O'Leary and her mother and was treated to a vivid mental image of a furry bowling ball rolling, knocking aside a dozen pins.

Fortunately, the dripping wet Hellhounds came to a skidding halt only inches away from him, her hand resting on his muzzle.

"No girl, back in the house," she ordered sternly.

"I do not see why Perseus keeps such a beast around," Aphrodite mused and looked the Hellhound straight in her glowing red eyes. "If you lick me, I will make a coat out of your pelt," the goddess warned, a hard edge suddenly entering her voice.

Silena couldn't tell if the Hellhound understood the goddess or only sensed the change in mood but her ears drooped at a moment later the hellhound lumbered off back into the house with a sad whimper.

"What are you doing here, mother," she hissed. "If you want to talk to Percy, come back tomorrow at a reasonable time."

Aphrodite only smiled innocently.

"I thought you were here for the noise complaint?" Silena challenged.

"Well yes, could you not cause such a ruckus at such a late hour?"

"I am so sorry, we'll keep it quiet. Good night! May I show you to the door?"

Aphrodite looked at her daughter reproachfully, an actual tear dramatically sliding down her cheek. "Must I make up excuses to visit my favorite daughter?"

"No, you don't. You could literally come by anytime. Percy has no problems with me receiving visitors, you know this. Hence, I am inclined to believe that this is a conversation you expressly don't wish Percy to be a part of."

At these words, Aphrodite pouted like a petulant child being told no for the first time. "Well, I couldn't help but notice that Perseus and that daughter of Athena are spending a lot of time together?"

"Is that a question or observation?" Silena asked and crossed her arms.

Aphrodite offered her brilliant smile and pinched Silena's cheeks. "Well, I wanted to see how this made you feel. If my memory serves me it seemed to me, and forgive me if I am wrong, this was counter to any ambitions you might have."

Silena blankly stared at her mother. "What do you mean, ambitions?"

"Well, judging by the amount of lingerie you bought...:"

Silena raised a finger to silence her mother. The goddess only smiled sweetly.

"Mom," she began patiently, deciding that she did not like the direction this conversation was taking. "Whatever Percy and I are doing behind closed doors is none of your business."

"Forgive me, I was just worried that you were being tossed aside for Ms. Chase. Seeing as you aren't a virgin anymore it does not take Aristoteles to conclude what you have been up to," Aphrodite reasoned.

Silena's jaw dropped for a moment and it took her a moment to find her voice. "What do you mean, tossed aside?" she spluttered.

"Percy didn't toss-..." she trailed off. "It was my... you know what, mom? This is really not any of your business."

She was saved from having to come up with coherent thoughts when a drowsy-looking Percy walked into the room.

"Silena, what is going on?" he asked, rubbing his eyes. When he spotted the goddess he stopped dead in his tracks, his eyes widening in surprise.

Percy looked down himself self-consciously. In his defense, being shirtless suited Percy just fine.

"My mother decided to come by?" she explained the obvious.

"Ahem, Lady Aphrodite," Percy stuttered and bowed awkwardly before joining Silena. "How can I help you."

Aphrodite laughed, the sound ringing through the night like a bundle of bells. "I fear I am beyond help, Perseus. Though it is sweet that you ask. Though if you were offering, I wouldn't mind a massage. No, I am just here to make sure my daughter is taking good care of you."

To Silena it was fairly obvious that Percy was overwhelmed. Still, she was touched when Percy blushed furiously. He looked over at Silena uncomfortably. "Silena is great," he mumbled uncomfortably.

Aphrodite looked at him for what felt like a long time and then her gaze softened into the most innocent smile imaginable. "I told you I would make your love life interesting. Would it be alright if I talked to my daughter in private?"

Percy looked back and forth between them, clearly suffering from some sort of whiplash.

"You okay?" he asked.

She nodded and rubbed her arms. "I'll be fine," she finally assured him. "Don't worry about the courtyard. I'll clean it up tomorrow. Mrs O'Leary got a bit excited."

He nodded and headed back into the house.

The moment he was out of earshot, Silena rounded on her mother. "Mom, I want Percy and Annabeth to get back together. I actually have been trying to help things along as much as possible. If that means I lose my rebound, then that is something I can live with," Silena whispered. "Are you worried about me, or are you just trying to screw with Percy's love life again?"

"Can't I be doing both? I did tell him last time I spoke to him that I wished one of my daughters could break...I mean steal his heart. You'd make such a cute couple," Aphrodite offered generously. "And as his slave, the path to his heart is not far. A guy like that, all you would need to do is get knocked up and he'd insist on doing right by you. Men like him are rare." At this Aphrodite brushed away another tear with a flourish of her hand.

This time it was Silena's turn to blush. "Mom, why would you think I would do such a thing? Just playing in my role here, am I not supposed to be making Percy's life easier, not harder?

"You can make Percy's life a lot easier and look out for yourself at the same time, honey," Aphrodite argued.

Silena held her mother's gaze. "Mom, I happen to think that Percy and Annabeth are adorable together. I want to make a little dance every time they give each other those longing looks. I don't think I could live with myself if I destroyed that. Besides, don't you think that purposefully screwing with Percy and Annabeth would kinda be against the terms I agreed to?"

Aphrodite pursed her lips and Silena hoped that this would be the end of it. "Please stop trying to get involved here, mom. I am content with my lot, do not ruin this for me. Now, forgive me if I am rude, but I should go to bed. It's late."

Percy Jackson

Percy found himself returning to Camp Half-blood only a few short days later, and not mainly for Juniper. Deep down, he somehow knew that he wasn't going to like what she wished to discuss with him. Having heard of his new glorious endeavor, Leo had reached out to let him know that he had apparently acquired some sort of maritime transport for them and was in the process of doing some retrofitting and so he had made the trip back down to camp on Blackjack.

As previously planned he met Leo in front of Bunker 9 shortly afternoon.

"Hey man," Percy greeted the latino elf and Percy slapped his shoulder in a "bro" type manner. Leo wore normal camp shorts with a brown lever apron, along with his handy utility belt.

"Lord Percy?" Leo greeted him awkwardly. "Please don't smite me or anything...," he added with that slightly deranged grin spreading across his face.

"Call me Lord one more time and I will smite you," Percy replied though he had no clue how to actually do that.

"Deal," Leo replied.

"Now, word in the hood is that you need a boat," Leo noted, resting his hands on his belt's side pouches as if they were akimbo gun holsters.

"Yeah kinda, flying thousands of nautical miles over the Sea of Monsters on Pegasi seems kind of short-sighted, even if they could make the trip," Percy agreed.

"Don't tell Chiron about this," Leo then whispered, a conspiratorial grin spreading across their face. "-but before we go in, a friendly disclaimer. The Hermes cabin launched a quest to assist in this led by the Stoll brothers."

This didn't bode well but Percy nodded, keeping a straight face.

Leo turned around and headed over to a keypad next to the bunker's heavy doors. After typing in a password, orange lights started blinking and the two blast doors, each more than two tones, began to swing open on hidden hinges, barely making a sound as they moved and they stepped into the large hangar. All the usual workstations cluttered up the large chamber inside and as they entered lights flickered aside. A few of Leo's siblings, large and muscular teens the lot of them, were working on projects. One was hammering on a glowing hot sword. There one was working on some sort of engine.

"Good thing Caly isn't here. She really wouldn't approve of this," Leo muttered and Percy almost sighed in relief.

As much as he would like to see her again, meeting Calypso again was not high on his to-do list, at least not in front of Leo. Best case, she'd hate his guts and cause a scene. Worst case, she still visibly had a thing for him and it would make Leo feel like crap. The way Percy saw it, the less Calypso had to do with the gods, the better. Artemis seemed to share his position there, the council really didn't like it when their exiles returned.

A giant mechanical dragon bronze raised his head as they entered and burst of flames burst from its nostrils.

"Stand down, Festus," Leo ordered. "Sorry, some Hermes kids tried to get in here. We needed a security upgrade."

"Now, this is the beauty we are working on," he announced and took him over to what looked like an open-going houseboat with a rich red hull and white deck, surrounded by scaffolding. A pilot's house was at the rear. It looked more like some sort of a utility boat than a yacht with a pilot's house at the rear, and a weather deck before it. Small windows on the side of the dark hull hinted at hidden cabins or other sorts of living arrangements. There was a narrow walkway surrounding the softly rounded white deck which was a foot taller, the rounded edge also holding windows.

"Almost fifty feet long, and about fifteen tonnes in displacement. Ice-proofed hull, should you plan any arctic expeditions. Cruising speed in reasonable sea conditions is about twenty knots and she has a range of four thousand nautical miles. The Stolls...tactically acquired it from a shipwright.

Now, we've been retrofitting her with the monsters you might face in mind. You are going to love this, even took a page out of Raytheon's book with this one."

"Don't tell me you added cruise missiles or something?" Percy asked.

"Nah, that sort of guidance system would never work in the Sea of Monsters. Besides, that boat doesn't have enough juice in her wiring. Come on!" Leo explained.

Follow me!" Leo announced and they climbed up the scaffolding just as Jake Mason gave him a wave and mounted a celestial bronze prop. They climbed onto the boat and Leo first led him over the pilot's house. It was a pretty sweet design, with a comfortable-looking pilot's armchair at the controls and two jump seats in the back. The controls were all LCD displays, and he liked the lever-bound steering wheel and throttle sticks, the child in him thinking, playing around with them would be pretty cool.

"Before you leave, we will brief you on the controls," Leo promised and led him back out and pointed at the roof-mounted radar mast with the usual assortment of antenna, surface radar, and navigation lights.

"So," he began enthusiastically. "See that Apache Longbow-style white doughnut on the top?" he asked.

"Sure," Percy agreed blankly.

"We call it MDLRLRDR. The multi-directional, low-range, low-resolution Doppler radar," he explained, that mildly deranged fire of a crazy inventor appearing in his eyes.

"Cool, what is it for?" Percy asked, guessing it had something to do with radars.

Then he pointed at additional at something that looked like a three-dimensional octagon mounted on the roof and at five panels mounted at an angle around the sides of a boat.

"We had some brainstorming at dinner a few days ago about the Scylla problem. Now, turns out Nyssa's mom is a US Marine Corps tank commander and she had the idea to mount an active protection system like they use against anti-tank missiles. Basically, you can basically arm the system, and if something of sufficient speed approaches, the system engages. Now, these panels are filled with celestial bronze airsoft gun balls and explosives. The idea is that if Sylla comes popping down for a snack, she gets a face full of celestial bronze shrapnel."

As Leo announced this with a wide grin he noticed that all of the guy's siblings were now looking over at them, eager to see his reaction. "Though I would not recommend being outside when that thing goes off," Leo added. "Just as a disclaimer. Bunker 9 is not liable for any fatalities or injuries."

"You think it will keep Scylla away?" Percy asked.

"Reasonably confident. Might just even kill her," Leo replied confidently. "Though no guarantees on that one."

"And what about Charybdis?" he asked.

Leo shrugged. "Honestly, just stay away from that one. Now to the underdeck part?

Leo led him back into the cockpit and then through a narrow hatch in the front that led down below. The hatch opened into what looked like a cross between a living room/dining room/ and galley, with a small kitchen, but also a nice flatscreen. It was finished look a luxury yacht, with gleaming wooden paneling on the walls, and shimmering white lever on the upholstery that would likely cause Grover to suffer an epileptic seizure.

Some of the curved windows he had noticed outside would offer very good lighting at sea, additionally to the LED lights in the ceiling.

"This one is rather self-explaining, and we didn't really change anything. Mind you this boat has a saltwater purifier so you'll be able to refill the water tanks. Gray water gets sent pumped off into the ocean," Leo explained and led him around the table to the narrow hallway behind him. "Now, most quests have only three people but to be safe we retrofitted the space down here to have four cabins, two on either side," he announced and showed off the small cabins with neatly made narrow bunks with more flat screens on the opposing wall and wardrobes for storage. Behind that was the lavatory with a toilet, shower, and the usual amenities. Opposite to this was the storage room, which according to Leo would also serve as an armory. Finally, they came to what had once been a stateroom in the bow, but Leo had revamped it into additional storage space, and a brig for their special mission requirements, with bronze cell bars, and bronze rings secured into the wall to chain someone up over a narrow cot.

"Fuck man, how quickly do you guys work?" Percy marveled.

"We have no Unions, man. Keeps the pace up. Dude, it's been a total blast. Much of the Aphrodite cabin helped to keep the interior design livable. We wanted to go with a submarine vibe originally. Clarisse talked to me yesterday and we will explore the possibilities of arming this baby," Leo rambled off.

"Damn, you are a genius," Percy admitted. He couldn't help but be impressed. Once they left the boat, Leo crossed his arms, and Percy noted that the rest of Leo's siblings present were assembling.

"So, Percy. You think this boat would be useful on your quest?" Leo asked hopefully, his siblings staring at him with wide, hopeful eyes.

"Hell yeah, this is more than I could have ever asked for. You guys are literally amazing," he replied.

Leo nodded gravely and turned around to his siblings. "See, I told you he'd like it. How many people are you planning to take?"

"Just Annabeth to be honest!" Percy replied.

There was some sniggering in the group but Nyssa silenced them with a sharp glare.

"Then we will stock her accordingly. We will have her ready in a week or so."

"Now, at this point, I must point out official contributions. The Hermes cabin under the Stoll brothers, for providing us with the boat. Katie Gardener, for looking the other way as the Hermes cabin provided us with the boat. Ares cabin for bringing in good ideas, and the Aphrodite cabin for handling the interior design," Leo announced. "Finally to my cabin, the most amazing group of ugly basterds under the sun. Come on, ladies and gentlemen! Group hug!"

It almost looked comical, short and skinny Leo being involved in a group hug with his siblings who all towered above him by a heads length, even the younger ones.

For another few minutes, Percy congratulated the sons and daughters of Hephaestus on a job well done before he and Leo walked back out of the bunker.

"Are you and Cally doing alright?" he asked.

Leo faltered for a moment. "Yeah sure, why do you ask? Did Caly say anything?"

Percy shrugged, "Just asking. Hope the two of you are happy. So you are staying here around the year?"

Leo nodded. "Yeah, almost went to school with Jason. But then I would have to leave Bunker 9 unattended... ."

Percy soon departed, it was time to face what was without any doubt be the harder part of this trip. He made his way through camp but purposefully kept a low profile until he reached Zeus's fist, that odd assortment of borders.

"Juniper?" he called out.

There was a moment of silence but a moment later the dainty dryad melted out of the trees, looking at him with nervous woodruff green eyes. She now looked to be about eighteen, and still wore that purple silk outfit of hers. Her skin was a pleasant shade of green and her hair fell down her back in long, amber curls. Her ears were also pointed, which was kind of adorable and also gave him Lord of the Rings vibes.

"Lord Perseus, I thank you for sparing me your attention," she began and Percy straight up silenced her with a raised hand.

"It is just Percy Juniper. I am still the same guy I have always been," Percy replied.

Juniper nodded and then hesitantly approached him.

"As you are probably aware, Grover and I broke up a few days ago?" she began.

"I am," Percy confirmed.

"Did he say anything?" she asked.

"Only that he doesn't know why," Percy replied.

It was fairly obvious that Juniper was nervous about his reaction. However, ending a relationship was well within her rights and he wouldn't hold it against her.

"I know I earned no friends with my choice," Juniper admitted. "I got to see Grover once every few months, and even then, he is occupied with his duties as a lord of the wild. I do not blame him. Please understand that being with him puts a target on my back, a lot of nymphs would very much like to get rid of me and with you and Annabeth rarely visiting camp these days, I don't have that many friends around. Grover is a good Satyr, a kind one, and I love him. I do not wish to be in a relationship like this, and I would not force him on my account. We talked about it a few months ago and he promised it would get better. I think we both knew that his duties were too important."

Juniper looked genuinely miserable, her slim shoulders sagging as she spoke.

"Juniper, I am not getting in the middle of your breakup with Grover, and I am not angry with you in any way. So, what can I do for you? It was you who reached out after all?"

Juniper sat down on one of Zeus's fists smaller boulders and pulled her knees to her chest. "I don't want to be at Camp anymore. I don't want to be that hated ex-girlfriend forever."

Percy tried to find the right words. Words that would make all this go away. "They'll forget about it in a few days...," was the best feeble argument he came up with.

"We dryads have a very long memory, and I would rather not wake up to someone carving rude things into my tree," Juniper defended herself. "Once they have it out for me they won't forget. I've been lonely around here for a long time anyway."

"I don't see anything that could be done about that unless you can uproot yourself and walk your tree somewhere else," Percy reasoned.

Juniper dropped her gaze. "That is what I wanted to talk to you about. There is only one real way to get out of here for me and that is to be moved. Usually, this happens when some god likes a dryad and wishes to take her home with him as a servant."

Slowly the nature of Juniper's plan began to dawn on him.

"I heard that you have that Silena girl with you."

"No Juniper, I am still on the fence about the entire Silena story. Why would you ever think that I would even want to turn you into a slave?" he asked, keeping his voice low, but intentionally choosing the harsher word.

Juniper blushed a dark shade of green.

"I don't know. It's just a few days ago you took so good care of Silena and I thought it would be a good place to move. If you don't want me I am sure I'll find someone else," Juniper mumbled.

"Some other god?" Percy asked incredulously.

Juniper met his gaze and held it. "I have no wish to stay at camp like some leftover."

"In a few weeks, everyone will have moved on. People break up all the time. It isn't really a big deal," Percy tried to assure her.

"I won't forget," Juniper argued, and Percy was struck with the realization that Juniper was deadly serious. "And neither will they. The trees remember, they always remember."

"So, will you have me?" Juniper asked hopefully.

Percy looked up at the sky, asking himself why all the women around him seemed to be going insane. Silena had at least made a reasonable decision, taking being a slave to a guy she had been friends with over the underworld. This just seemed quite drastic and short-sighted.

Something stopped him from outright refusing her though. Perhaps it was wisdom slowly beginning to blossom but Percy figured that worse case if he rejected her outright, she might start merrily sending offers to other godlings until she got what she wanted.

Deciding to buy some time and give Juniper a chance to reconsider her choices he went with what at the time had seemed like a more elegant solution. "I will make you an offer. Give me a while to consider this, when I come back from my mission for the Olympians I will give you my answer?"

Juniper didn't seem too happy about this but nodded, perhaps having hoped to be returning to Olympus with Percy that very day. "How are you going to leave this place anyway? Your tree is here," Percy asked.

Juniper looked at him as if he were being on the slow side of things. "The tree would be moved by magic," she explained as if this were obvious. "Gods have been taking nymphs home for many millennia," she then added as if this made it better. "You must know how this is done, you are a god..."

Percy chose not to educate her that he didn't.

That day Percy sat down with Annabeth and Silena he caught them up on his trip. Annabeth seemed satisfied with what the Hephaestus Cabin had come up with. Strangely enough, neither seemed to be overly surprised when he told them about Juniper. Caught off guard, sure. Surprised, not really.

"You should have seen stuff like this coming," Selina mumbled through a full mouth and swallowed. "Sorry, bad manners," she replied blushing.

"I might not like it, but Silena is right," Annabeth grudgingly admitted. "Though I did not see Juniper taking this route... . Talk about long term solutions to short term problems, good that you bought time. We'll have to try to talk her out of it. Maybe you can do that Silena..."

"What are you talking about?" Percy asked incredulously.

Annabeth raised an eyebrow. "Oh please, at this point nymphs giving themselves to gods or other immortals is the mortal equivalent to teen girls running off to LA to become actresses or models. Most never realize their dreams, and a disturbing amount of them end up in deep shit. I really didn't think Juniper would ever do something this stupid."

"What do they think they'll become?"

At this Silena suddenly looked very uncomfortable while Annabeth pointedly nodded at her. "Become what Silena is right now. End up as a personal servant or lover to a gentle and wealthy master, to be honest. The problem is that there is a fair amount of racism involved," Annabeth explained.

"You see Percy," Silena continued. "Around here, even the gods will notice me. In the eyes of Apollo and the others, I am a prized and valuable commodity, to be taken or bought and enjoyed. I am the kind of slave that might even end up as a concubine, or even wife and bear my master's children."

At this part she paused, clearly comfortable. "Nymphs are seen as a dime a dozen, even the quite pretty ones like Juniper. Where Silena...," she looked over at Silena apologetically. "sorry about talking like this.

"It's fine," Silena assured her. "I knew what I was getting into."

Annabeth sighed, still clearly uncomfortable but continued. "Where Silena here is seen as almost priceless, nymphs are seen as below pets, more like toys,...you know too be enjoyed and then later discarded. They are used up and tossed aside. Most don't last very long. A few years ago there was this scandal of a minor god cutting a dryad's tree in his front yard to make space for a water fountain, while the dryad was begging for her life?"

"What happened?" Percy asked mildly, suddenly feeling disturbed.

"Oh, Zoe Nightshade apparently stepped in and offered to find out how many arrows can fit in a minor god if he didn't stop," Annabeth explained offhandedly.

Percy bumped his fist against his chest and a warrior's salute, muttering a few words of silent prayer for the fallen huntress's soul.

"And you have always been a great guy," Silena summarized. "So don't act too surprised that someone noticed. What do you think that water fountain and that flowerbed in your atrium are there for?"

"For nymphs...?" Percy guessed.

The uncomfortable silence confirmed. "I honestly thought it was just a nice fountain for Iris messages..."

Annabeth pointed a finger at him. "The sad thing is, I actually believe that. Percy, for the love of the gods, you need to learn the culture around here. Many of the local rules and customs haven't changed much in the last three thousand years."

"So what do I do, she said that if I didn't take her she would find another god. She might have broken up with Grover, but I still don't want to see her get hurt."

Another awkward silence spread in which they poked around in the fruits of Silena's labor. "This might seem counter to my interests," Annabeth began, "but if you want to protect her from her own lack of foresight , you might have to take her in. No one is forcing you to actually do anything with her,.."

"I'll imagine she will not be pleased by that," Silena muttered into her glass of orange Juice.

Annabeth looked over at her. "Hmm?"

"Oh please Annabeth, little dryad going for the attractive shiny new god. That girl is gunning for a rebound.. ."

"I don't think so, this is Juniper we are talking about," Annabeth reasoned.

"The innocent-looking ones are always the worst, Annabeth," Silena argued with a grin, seemingly brushing past the fact that she too had been perfectly happy to take the rebound sex. In her defense, it took two to tango, and he had certainly been an enthusiastic participant.

"I'm getting ice cream. Do you guys want some?"

Chapter Text

Percy Jackson

Slightly more than a week later Percy finally embarked on his second endeavor as a God. He proudly sat at the Féro's helm, gazing out at sea. They were making good speed, maybe fifteen knots despite a steady headwind and rougher waves that let the boat pitch back and forth. His throttle was advanced to Ahead Half, and the engine purred like a kitten at lower RPMs.

He had left his proud residence behind in the capable hands of Silena and had left orders for her to visit her family, or camp, or his mother. It hadn't come as much of a surprise when his mother and the daughter of Aphrodite had hit it off.

Percy had even told Silena to invite over whoever she wanted and sincerely hoped that wouldn't backfire on him. He had also rescinded the alcohol ban, hoping that she'd act mature around the liquid. Truth be told, he simply didn't feel comfortable banning a young woman, a legal adult in her own right, from doing anything.

Percy locked in the heading hold and rose from the pilot's chair and popped the hatch to below deck and spotted Annabeth sitting at the dining room table, poring over ancient texts and naval maps, drawing headings with pencils and rulers.

The daughter of Athena's hair was tied up in a tight bun and she already wore full bronze armor with the helmet and sword resting on the table. Her Drakon Bone Sword lay on the table and her face was still covered in white sunscreen.

"Come on, Annabeth. I roughly know where I am going. Remember, I have perfect bearings?" he asked.

Annabeth looked up and transfixed him with those startling gray eyes of hers. "I know, can't hurt to cover our bases though," Annabeth replied.

"It's not too hot or cold...just soak up a few vitamins while you still can," Percy suggested.

"Why, already missing me?" Annabeth joked lightly.

Truth be told, he kind of did. What was the point of being stuck on a boat together with your gorgeous ex-girlfriend if you didn't actually get to spend time with her?

"So, did you find anything new so far?" Percy asked.

Annabeth shrugged and smiled at him brightly. "Nope, but we still need to travel about a thousand nautical miles. If we anchor to catch shut-eye, we'll be at sea for maybe five days," Annabeth replied.

"And why are you wearing armor?" Percy asked.

Annabeth shrugged and a small blush appeared on her cheeks. "Haven't gotten around to taking it off," Annabeth admitted and smiled at him.

"Well, come out of your hole. It's nice weather up here!" Percy suggested.

Annabeth sighed. "Let me get changed, Seaweed Brain. I'll be with you in a moment."

Sure enough, Annabeth soon joined him in the pilot's house and sat down in one of the jump seats.

"Status report?" Annabeth asked.

"On a parallel heading to the coast, making solid time," Percy announced, feeling rather pleased with himself.

"By the way, you need to visit your mom more often," Annabeth just threw in there.

"Aren't you playing the perfect daughter-in-law," Percy joked lightly, and Annabeth looked out of the window to hide her face. She couldn't hide the light blush though.

Your mom and I are friends," Annabeth muttered defensively

"Yeah," Percy said doubtfully. "Mom loves you."

"Well, can't blame Sally for having good taste," Annabeth joked and playfully punched his shoulder.

Percy looked Annabeth deep in the eyes. "You really can't."

Still looking slightly flustered, Annabeth rolled her eyes and stared out at sea.

"Watch out for that Oar freighter!" was all Annabeth said, pointing out a bulk freighter few miles away.

In the later hours of the day, they moored up on some dock in Moriches Bay to take up provisions, and the two of them headed for the closest Walmart.

It turned out that neither of them was an aspiring cook. Recently he had relied on Silena, who was an excellent cook. Percy himself was at best a novice while Annabeth's cooking skills approached zero. The only cooking Percy had really mastered was making breakfast omelets. Those, in his humble opinion, were very good,. but he was learning from Silena.

So they ended up buying a ten-pack box of mac and cheese, milk carts, breakfast cereal, and other easy-to-make meals, along with a few less-than-healthy snacks, some booze, and soft drinks. By the time they returned to the Féro, the sun was already setting.

They paid the docking fee, pulled in the mooring lines, and steamed straight out the bay, and turned for the open ocean. Wishing to get clear of the harbor and evade any fees they made for the open ocean before turning back to a parallel course with the coast.

They sat together in relative silence as they watched the sun slowly setting.

"You know, you got me real good with the Piper moving in? If our timetable holds, we'll have only a few days before I need to go to Oklahoma to help with the move?"

"Sorry... You heard anything new about her and Jason."

The look on the daughter of Athena's face spoke volumes. "That bad?" Percy asked.

"Yeah, according to Piper they haven't talked once this week. It's kinda sad because both are miserable. They aren't actually arguing over anything substantial." Then Annabeth shrugged. "Who I am to judge?" she then reasoned. "On a bright note, Hazel and Frank actually moved together in New Rome. They are sleeping in different rooms, bless them... don't think that'll last very long."

At this Percy also spewed out the soda he had been drinking. "I really don't need that mental image in my head, they are still almost children!"

Annabeth laughed, "Are you saying that if given the chance you wouldn't have slept in a bed with me when we were fifteen?"

Percy raised his bottle and snorted the soda, his nasal cavity suddenly filled with sugary liquid.

"Woman, at fifteen I wanted to do a lot more than just sleep in a bed with you," Percy joked and Annabeth sniggered. "Truth be told I spent more time jerking off you than I care to admit.."

"Another sign us women are just more evolved than men," Annabeth summarized. "I on the other hand wanted to spend the entire night talking to you and maybe hold hands."

"Sure," Percy replied. "Admit you wanted a piece of me. This here!" he said and beckoned at himself. "This was one hundred percent, A-grade demigod!"

"In your dreams,..." Annabeth joked and gave him a sideways glance, a mischievous grin curling her lips.

"Remember the first time we danced on Olympus during the winter solstice, after you saved me from Luke...?"

"How could I ever forget that?" Percy asked.

"Well, seeing as we are admitting our deepest and darkest secret, here we go. I fell hard for you there, like really hard. I swear, it was the first time I ever felt so attracted to someone as I was to you during that dance. Had you asked me out, I would have been your girl then and there."

"In fact," she added, giving him a conspiratorial look. "You were my hero there. Honestly, if you had made a move on me that night I would have willingly slept with you."

"Damn," Percy grunted. "I would have too."

Annabeth laughed out loud and Percy couldn't help himself but smile.

"You know," Percy said after a long moment. "As much as I would have loved to be with you then I regret nothing. How things are now doesn't seem too bad. You and me, right here? If getting in your pants early meant us getting together before I was ready, then I am happy I had to wait."

Judging by the smile Annabeth gave him, he had said the right thing.

A few miles off the coast they found a sandbank away from any real shipping lanes Percy flicked on the anchor light and tossed the two anchors overboard. Then the two of them headed into the galley and went to work.

As much as he would like to have had Annabeth on the menu, he settled on Mac and Cheese instead. As they cooked, Percy felt an odd sense of deja vu. After Annabeth managed to almost burn a pot full of boiling macaroni, Percy finally pushed her aside and took over himself. Only over the past few months, Silena had been the one doing the cooking and he had fulfilled the honorary function of holding random cooking utensils. For once it was the man at the stove and the woman holding a spatula, trying to look like she was busy.

Feeling rather smug indeed, Percy imagined this was what Gordon Ramsay felt like as he huffed at Annabeth and carefully mixed the milk and cheese powder before making somewhat of a show as he poured the mixture into the pasta and stirred it with vigor.

Silena Beauregard

The sad thing about being a slave? Well, apart from the obvious, she lacked a life. And so with Percy gone and not enough time to come up with different plans, she found herself descending down into the basement with a generous dinner of crackers, cheese cubes, and grapes. Goblets of iced nectar and red wine stood ready as refreshments and two rolls of blankets were stuffed under her left arm.

Why she was doing it? In all honesty, Silena did not know.

She unsealed the vault door and entered the cool interior, regardless.

Like she had last time, the goddess lay on her back and stared at the ceiling.

"Good morning, Snowflake!" Silena greeted the goddess.

"To what do I owe this pleasure?" Khione asked coolly as she entered the room.

"Our glorious overlord is off running an errand for Zeus. I thought you might be bored. I certainly was and I have this beautiful house and all the pleasures of Olympus to entertain me," she announced and set the tablet down in front of the cell's bars and spread out her blanket.

Khione rose to her feet and looked at Silena wearily. "Is this some sort of power play in who is higher in the harem's pecking order? I believe Perseus has made perfectly clear that you are to be my better."

Silena sniggered. "Harem?"

"Isn't that what it is?"

Silena shook her head sadly and sat down on her blanket and wrapped the blanket around her shoulders. "Well, looks like Percy is getting back with his home girl. I am the maid that he hooked up with, can't get rid of, and doesn't know what to really do with. You are the prisoner he really doesn't want to have, but can't really get rid of either. To summarize, we are one really freaky co-habitation arrangement. Would you join me?"

Khione actually laughed softly. "Freaky co-habitation arrangement. I must say, I've never heard a god's pleasure nest being referred to as such but I will let it stand."

Khione grabbed her own blanket and sat down just opposite of her on the other side of the bronze bards and Silena gave the goddess her share of the refreshments and snacks. "I ask again, what do I owe this pleasure to?"

"Seeing as fate seems to have united us, I thought we should get to know each other. It looks like we will be spending a lot of time together in the future."

"Fair enough," Khione reasoned. and took a sip from her nectar and exhaled. "I really needed that"

"So, what's Perseus's deal? Performance anxiety? No victorious hero keeps a disgraced goddess locked up in their basement and doesn't reap the fruits of his labor."

Silena sighed dramatically. "The truth is really boring. Percy is just a nice guy." Then she grinned at the imprisoned goddess.

Khione's permafrost demeanor warmed just a little and an amused spark appeared in her warm brown eyes.

"Don't spare me the details, daughter of Aphrodite. It isn't as if I have much else to amuse me."

Silena snorted quietly. "Sorry, but not sure if I should go into too much detail. If you are gunning for some action yourself you are probably out of luck. There is a certain daughter of Athena back in the picture."

"Hardly, but stories of frenzied nightly encounters between an enslaved daughter of Aphrodite and her handsome master might just help lift some of the weight that monotony is threatening to put on my shoulders."

Silena too took a sip of the godly drink and savours the flavor that brought forward so many childhood memories.

"So, what does the goddess of snow usually do? You know, when she isn't chained up or behind lock and key or plotting the downfall of Olympus?"

Khione rolled her eyes and pushed a strand of her hair behind her ear. "Well, you might not believe it but figure skating is quite a hobby of mine, dancing too. I tried Ice sculpturing in the seventies, but it quickly turned out that I wasn't very good at it. One of my guilty pleasures is hot chocolate with marshmallows. Perhaps it's a seasonal thing. I also used to go hiking from time to time and enjoyed playing beach volleyball. Before my fall from grace, I also had two lovers that I occasionally permitted to entertain me but my father turned them into ice sculptures when I fell from grace... . What about you? I heard you too betrayed Olympus, consider me impressed."

"I never wanted to betray my friends,..." she began but stopped herself. "Honestly, before the war, I wasn't really that useful. Training, makeup, horseback, and pegasi riding... nothing really impressive. I used to write poetry before I died. Sadly I seemed to have lost inspiration since my resurrection. Since I entered Percy's service, I spent a lot of time working out, cleaning, and cooking. Had a short fling with Percy, though that is likely over now."

Khione looked somewhat disappointed at this as if having expected something juicier. Then she laced her fingers together and crossed her legs. "So tell me, what is going on in the wider world? Have the Olympians managed to drive Western Civilisation to the brink of annihilation again?"

Percy Jackson

The two of them sat in the boat, eating dinner to the tune of Avicii. The boat gently bounced to the rhythm of the sea and Percy basked in that immense power around him. Once they were done they made a joint effort out of dumping pots, knives, and forks in the sink. At home, he knew Silena would chew him a new one, but here they had all the power. There were no judgmental looks by tyrannical neat freaks.

"We should catch sleep while we can," Annabeth finally announced with a yawn.

Percy frowned, feeling slightly disappointed, but then grinned.

"You are probably right," he agreed and Annabeth retreated into her cabin.

For another hour or so Percy sat on the top deck and looked out at sea.

"The seasons are changing. Voyages will get more dangerous. The coming cold makes the creatures of the deep restless," a familiar voice greeted him.

Percy turned around and for some reason, wasn't surprised to see his father, Poseidon, the god of the seas, sitting in a camping chair next to him, holding a fishing line in the water on one of those long poles. Like Percy, he was tall, with the kind of muscular build that only a god could have, with striking sea-green eyes. His dark beard was well kept and shoulder-length hair was open to dance on the salty wind. All in all, it looked like Poseidon was enjoying a vacation.

Percy smoothly moved past his surprise. "Is that supposed to sound profound or something?" he asked.

Poseidon chuckled. "I try my best, my son. I see you have been neglecting your godly abilities and development," he noticed.

Percy shrugged. "Never needed them, never wanted them. So far it has only caused me a migraine. I guess I will eventually, but I really do not see any urgency there. There are far more pressing matters."

Poseidon nodded and pulled two cans of beer from a cooler that only then began to exist and tossed him one of the cold cans.

They popped the lids, and Percy took a deep sip.

"Just so you know, I have a place ready for you under the sea. If Hera, Zeus, or your women ever go on your nerves..."

"Thanks, I think that might come in handy..." Percy agreed.

"So, the seasons are changing?" Percy asked conversationally.

"Yes, you should probably not take too much time with this. There is bad weather coming up from the north. Nothing that will founder a fine vessel like this but something tells me Ms Chase is less suited to rougher seas," he warned. "Sea monsters also grow restless when autumn comes around. Food becomes scarce in the winter."

"Thanks for the heads up," Percy replied.

"I trust your mother is doing well, if she or her baby need anything she only needs to ask," Poseidon suddenly announced out of the blue.

Something told him that this was why Poseidon had really come by. "Mom looks like she is doing fine. Paul and Annabeth are taking good care of her."

They chatted for a few more minutes before Poseidon finally retreated back into the ocean.

Percy decided to call it a night and retired to his own cabin. The gentle bouncing of the boat on the waves quickly had him dozing off.

It felt as if only moments had passed when Percy suddenly jerked awake as someone knocked on the door.

"Yes," Percy asked.

The door to his cabin and he could just make out Annabeth standing in the doorway, wearing what looked like no more than a camp shirt and her panties. The part of him that desired this woman noted that she wasn't wearing any bra and her nipples were poking through the fabric or how toned and long her legs were. As usual her long main of golden blond curles was tied up in a ponytail.

"Care for some company?" Annabeth asked cautiously, as if not sure if she was overstepping.

"Sure," Percy said and sat up. Then he patted the bunk next to him and pulled a pillow closer for Annabeth to sit on.

She took the offered seat and folded her toned legs.

"So what's on your mind, Wise Girl?" Percy asked.

Annabeth shrugged. "Nothing really..., just felt a bit lonely."

For some reason, it took this long for Percy to realize that perhaps Annabeth might have come over, hoping that things would get frisky.

Something told him that this wasn't the case. Maybe it was the way her shoulders were slightly summit or how she was hugging herself. He knew horny Annabeth, and this wasn't it.

"You know you can just stay here. I won't judge," Percy pointed out offhandedly. "I swear, I will be a perfect gentleman and keep my hands to myself."

Annabeth laughed softly and bumped his shoulder.

"Had I known you'd make it this easy, I would have come over an hour ago," Annabeth mumbled.

Grinning, Percy wrapped an arm around her and pulled her closer, then hooked his other arm under her knees, and pulled her onto his lap. Annabeth yelped when he let himself fall back and then pulled her across him until Annabeth was trapped between himself and the wall. As he pulled her over, Annabeth bumped her foot on the top of the bunk's alcove.

"Ouch! You could have just told me which side to sleep on," Annabeth cried out in exasperation, rubbing her foot.

"Sorry," Percy replied and threw the blanket over Annabeth. She raised her head and let him lace his arm under her neck like he had many times and rest the side of her face against her cheek. Her hair fanned out across his torso, tickling his skin ever so slightly. He was very aware of her sweet form pressing against his.

After a few moments, he felt something dripping down his chest and realized that Annabeth was silently crying into his chest. Something told him that her crying had nothing to do with her bumping her foot.

"Good night, Wise Girl," Percy said and kissed the front of her head. Deciding to let Annabeth deal with her emotions with some privacy, he closed his eye. With her familiar scent in the air, Percy soon drifted back off to sleep, her warm body pinned between himself and the wall.

Chapter Text

Annabeth Chase

When Annabeth woke up the next morning, everything just seemed right. That was even before she opened her eyes. It had been the first time in quite a while that she had managed to sleep through the night without waking up a handful of times.

As she lay nestled between a warm muscular torso and a wall, safely wrapped in a protective cocoon of strong arms her face lay half-buried in soft fabric.

Waking up content for the first time in months she just lay there and enjoyed the bliss. The entire world seemed to be dipping back and forth slightly. It took a few minutes before her brain's higher functions finally came online and she froze.

She did not recognize the bed she was in and who the fuck was she in bed with?

For a moment of horror, she thought she had made some terrible mistake but then she recognized the scent and a small smile crept on her lips. There was only one person in the world that smelled like that. Suddenly the memories of the last day fell into place and Annabeth dared to hope that this wasn't some cruel dream.

After a long moment, she opened her eyes and looked at her snoring ex-boyfriend. Bright sunlight flooded the cabin through the small portholes. Annabeth craned her head for a moment to look up her favorite problem. Like he had the first time they had crossed paths, he was drooling slightly. For some reason, this adorable little flaw's presence reassured her.

Annabeth bit a rather unbecoming squeal of delight and was surprised by the urge to make a tiny little dance. There wouldn't have been much space for it anyway.

Annabeth stayed as still as humanly possible and allowed herself to enjoy that perfect moment. There was always the possibility that Percy would view this awakening a lot less favorable than she did, and if that was the case she was happy to push that moment back as far as possible.

Honestly, she hadn't quite known what she hoped to get out of sneaking off to his room. Maybe just this? Or maybe a night of passion? She had spent so much time trying to come up with a plan to make everything perfect and somehow had ended up completely empty-handed. She had even enlisted Silena's assistance, who had mainly suggested that she just relax and stop overthinking everything. Though as Percy's slave, rebound, and resident daughter of Aphrodite, Silena was very qualified in gauging what Percy really liked.

Finally, Percy twitched and a grunt later he too woke up and looked down at her and gave her that infuriating troublemaker grin.

"Morning," he whispered.

"Seaweed Brain," she greeted him, feeling rather giddy, and yawned deeply.

"Planning on letting me go," she finally asked.

"Not really," Percy admitted and even tightened his embrace.

"Come on, we are on a quest," Annabeth reminded him and dug her thumbs under his ribcage.

"Ouch!" Percy grunted and quickly let her go so that Percy could sit up.

"Come on, get up," Annabeth encouraged him.

"You get us underway, I make breakfast?" Annabeth asked.

"Or we make breakfast together and then get going?" Percy counteroffered. "We are anchored off heavily trafficked area sea lanes, wouldn't want to be run over by some bulk hauler..."

"No...that would be awkward," Annabeth agreed.

After a quick breakfast, Percy headed topside to get going while Annabeth performed the underrated yet critical task of rinsing, drying, and stowing away last night's pots and dishes. As she worked the boat's motor rumbled to life and she felt the boat starting to move.

Once everything was safely stowed away Annabeth joined Percy in the pilot's house, holding two cans of soda in his hands. Her godly problem was lounging at the helm, wearing shorts and sunglasses. He had discarded the shirt, showing off his muscled torso of his. The weather was amazing though and it was pretty warm so perhaps she had nothing to do with this.

"Someone managed to get their shirt off," Annabeth greeted him and handed him the soda.

Annabeth stoically looked out at the ocean around her, forcing herself not to shoot glances over at Percy. Di Imortalis, there had to be some ancient decree that forbade Percy from running around like some piece of candy.

Besides, even if there was...there was no one around to enforce it... fortunately.

"Looking forward to being a big brother?" Annabeth finally asked to break the silence.

Percy glanced over at her. "Yeah, I kinda am...," Percy agreed. "Really looking forward to being a bad influence."

Annabeth sniggered and took a sip from the cold, sweet liquid. "What about your mortal family? Father doing fine?"

Annabeth almost snorted out the soda and then erupted into a coughing fit. "You okay," Percy asked, slapping her on the back.

"My dad," she finally began and coughed again hard. "Was really upset about us...:" she admitted. "Apparently ever since the Atlas incident, he has been under the impression that you are the responsible one keeping me out of trouble...Kept asking when I would bring you around."

"We'll have to get around to that," Percy mused.

"We?" Annabeth challenged, hoping that she wasn't pushing her luck.

Percy only gave her that troublemaker smile that would have made her knees weak had she been standing. But could she be blamed for wishing to be back in the comfortable relationship zone and out of this self-imposed purgatory? While her gutt told her that spending the night cuddling together had to mean something she just wasn't sure. Well, intellectually she knew that they were very likely on course to getting back together. But on an emotional level, there was always an uncomfortable lack of certainty. She doubted Percy knew how much anxiety this caused her.

The hours of the day passed surprisingly slowly. After a while, she took over the wheel allowing Percy to send an iris message to his mother and so some work around the ship. Finally, around lunchtime, Percy disappeared down into the galley and fixed them up a snack.

When he returned he reclaimed her earlier seat and rested his arms on the dashboard before laying his chin on his crossed arms. In the meantime, Annabeth stuffed herself with a few crackers and then ruffled up his hair. "Something on your mind?" she asked when she realized that he had that brooding expression on his face again.

"Oh, nothing," he said.

Nothing, the operating word for almost the entirety of the day. One might expect her to be grateful that no amusing/terrifying incidents in which she almost died a lot occurred but for someone with ADHD, sitting around for hours on end, waiting for something to go wrong certainly wasn't much of an improvement. She almost felt as bad as Leo as she nervously tapped her fingers on the dashboard.

The bottom sonar showed an average of only five hundred foot clearance under the keel and she doubted she'd find any of the more powerful monsters so far from the depthless voids. From what Percy had told her, there were places a lot older and deeper than Jacques Piccard's Challenger Deep, that harbored beasts so ancient that even the gods had long since forgotten their names.

In recent years Annabeth had only slowly begun to warm up to the ocean, mainly thanks to Percy and the warm manner with which Poseidon accepted his rival's daughter.

Annabeth didn't scare easily, but the thought of fearsome monsters slumbering somewhere at fathomless depths had given her more than one nightmare. Perhaps that had been because it reminded of Tartarus, only that while she could breathe and navigate through the primordial pit, the pressures in the deep would certainly crush her instantly and even if it didn't, she would drown.

"What's wrong?" Percy asked.

"Huh?" she asked, suddenly torn out of her thoughts.

"You got that look on your face," Percy pressed, looking down at her with concern.

"Just thinking," Annabeth replied automatically.

"Gee Annabeth, that really narrows it down," Percy muttered and she was suddenly aware of how close he was standing to her.

"It's nothing," Annabeth assured him.

"Hmm," Percy said, still obviously unconvinced.

"I'm a big girl," Annabeth assured him and forced an annoyed frown onto her face when Percy gave her elbow an encouraging squeeze.

"I know. Big girls need a hug too sometimes," Percy announced matter of factly.

Despite herself, she smiled at him and they looked out at the sun setting over the US East Coast.

"You feel kinda bad just dropping everything for the quest?" Annabeth finally asked. "I mean with your mom and everything else?"

"A bit maybe," Percy decided. "You?"

"I do," she admitted. "Sorry if this sounds weird but Sally is the best excuse for a mother I've come across."

"Nah, it's fine. Mom thinks you are the coolest thing since Macarena. She sees you as the daughter she never had, she loves you. I wager she'd still be in touch with you if we parted ways for good. Kept trying to get me to talk things out with you."

Annabeth cracked a smile and banked the wheel slightly to the back and the right, just to have something to keep herself occupied. "Same here got quite annoying after a while," Annabeth admitted with a grudging smile. "That being said if we went no contact for good,...I'd definitely try to stay in touch with Sally...," she trailed off and they sat in silence for a few minutes.

"What are we doing here?" she finally asked and shot a tentative glance over at the young god next to her. "I really don't want to be all pushy," she assured him. "If you need more time I completely understand... ." Annabeth trailed off, deciding that it was the best to say no more.

Percy sat silent for a long moment, staring out at the setting sun with squinted eyes. For a few moments, she thought Percy might say something cheeky. But then he simply wrapped his right arm around her and hooked the opposing index finger under her chin and had her meet his gaze.

Percy's eyes were that beautiful shade of green, clear and warm and full of life. His breath washed over her face as he slowly leaned in.

Annabeth's eyes closed and a moment later she felt those familiar lips gently pressing against hers. The moment lasted for only a few short seconds though for her a lifetime could have passed and she wouldn't have noticed.

When Percy broke away she stayed motionless for a moment before slowly opening her eyes. "I love you, Annabeth Chase."

Annabeth dropped her gave and pursed her lips to fight back an involuntary sob and rested her forehead against his arm. "I love you too."

As if he had read her thoughts Percy's arm slipped down to her waist and she was pulled up onto his lap, leaving the Conn unattended in the process.

"Percy, I am not some cat that you can just drag around," groaned but despite her complaint, she happily buried her face in the crook of his neck for a moment before leaning up and pecking Percy on the lips.

"If we're gonna do this,..." Percy announced and then got up for just a moment with her clutched in his arms only to sit down on the chair he had just dragged her over from.

"Seaweed Brain," Annabeth muttered and snuggled up against him.

They watched the sunset together, exchanging a kiss every few seconds or so until she became aware of how Percy's hand ever so slowly snuck its way up to her chest. She graciously allowed it and when she kissed Percy again his hand slipped over one of her breasts and gently gave it a squeeze. Despite wearing a bikini top under her camp shirt, she by no means minded Percy getting reacquainted with her assets.

Silena Beauregard

Contrary to outside appearance Silena had actually been quite busy in Percy's absence. She had made an appointment to meet her father, had invited Clarisse to stay in two days' time for a girl's night/sleepover, and had spent the first half the day at Starbucks with Sally Jackson, the second half just taking a long walk, basking in the fact that she was no longer surrounded by millions of dead.

When she returned back home she found the building already occupied by Thalia Grace and a fair number of her eternal virgins milling around and inside the pool. Their weapons and much of their clothing were piled up on one of the deckchairs while the now bath suit-clad girls were milling around in the pool area.

"What the fuck are you guys doing here?" Silena demanded and crossed her arms. "The door was open," Amberly explained cheerfully from the water.

"I locked the front door," Silena insisted.

"It was open because I climbed in over the roof, dropped down here in the courtyard, and then opened it from the inside," Thalia explained as if it were obvious.

"The question still stands, what the fuck are you doing around here?" Silena demanded, hoping that bringing an F-bomb to bear on the huntress would effectively convey how strongly she felt about the intrusion.

"I was kinda hoping Percy would be here," Thalia admitted.

Just then Silena saw a huntress that looked like she couldn't be older than twelve appearing at Thalia's shoulder, a bottle of Sky Vodka clutched in her hand. Penelope,...she remembered.

"Thals, found Perseus's war chest! A shit tone of liquor... Oh and Wine Cooler."

"Wine cooler? Sweet girl! Can I get a Zima?" Another huntress that Silina didn't recognize called over from inside the pool.

"Ladies, make sure everyone gets Zimas!" Thalia declared to her fellow huntresses before turning back to Silena.

Feeling as if she was rapidly losing control of the situation balled her fists. "Thalia, you can't just come in here! There are rules," Silena hissed. "And that girl is way too young to drink Vodka!"

Penelope gave her the middle finger. "I've been liberating liquor from gas stations since before the fall of Troy. What are going to do, call CPS on Artemis?"

"No reason to be a complete bitch to me in my own home. Again, why are Artemis's handmaidens raiding my home!"

Thalia gave her a more serious look that clearly said, "Later."

Silena glared at the daughter of Zeus and made a show of sighing dramatically. "Fine. But you guys pay for anything you drink or break!"

"Urgh! Just send the bill to Artemis!" Penelope muttered and headed off with her looted Vodka bottle.

"Bitch," Silena muttered under her breath and earned a grin from Thalia.

"Yeah, she sometimes really is," Thalia confirmed under her breath.

"So, what's got your panties all in a bunch?" Silena asked under her breath.

"You are the barkeeper here, so mind getting me a drink and I'll tell you?" Thalia suggested.

"Barkeeper, I guess dying or not dying this was what I was probably going to end as,..." she muttered and led the huntress over to the bar. Apparently, the hunt had little appreciation for such concepts and preferred to raid the pantry instead Thalia climbed onto one of the stools and Silena retreated behind the counter.

"What do you want?" Silena asked.

"A B-52 please," Thalia announced confidently.

"I want to know why I'm not calling Mrs. O'Leary on you," Silena snorted. "If you are blackout drunk it'll be hard to get that part out of you."

"Just joking," Thalia muttered. "I'll take a Mojito."

"Ah, I see you are a girl of culture as well," Silena mused and got to work.

"Anyway, yesterday Artemis apparently got in some hissyfit with Hades. Not sure what about exactly but she is quite upset and outright refuses to tell me what about. She actually called Hades things,...well I did not know the goddess had such an extensive Vocabulary. Basically weaponized the English language in ways I did not know was possible."

"That does not bode well," Silena replied, not overly concerned. There was exactly one god whose temper she was concerned with and that god was currently in the capable hands of a certain daughter of Athena, quite possibly literally as well as figuratively.

"There is not much that would upset Lady Artemis in such a manner," Thalia pressed. "Even less she would not outright share with me. I was only ordered to recall the Hunt to Olympus. The rest of them were tracking some mighty serpant in Arizona so they should be back in a few hours..."

"Hmm," Silena replied and handed Thalia the finished drink. "On the bright side, looks like Percy and Annabeth are getting back together. I'd bet money that they'll be together by the time they return."

"At least some good news, I was growing tired of Annabeth being all mopy. I might be against the concept of dating in general, but Annabeth definitely grew a lot less annoying after Percy started taking her to pound town,...definite improvement there."

Silena cracked a smile.

"The same probably counts for much of the Hunt," Silena added

Thalia opened and closed her mouth again. "Actually, got nothing on that. You're probably right there." Then she added in a mock accent as if she were resighting some Shakespearian play; "All men are good for is leading virtuous women astray with the promise of carnal pleasure and excess!"

Silena mocked bowed in return and mirrored the accent. "We can agree on that, my esteemed associate. In the name of the gods, fair maidens must no longer allow themselves to be led astray by the power of dick."

Thalia, who was taking a heart sip from her drink snorted and then spluttered, spilling the balance of the drink over herself, looked down herself in dismay, and burst out laughing. A moment later Silena began to crack up and they laughed until they were japing for air.

"Gods Silena," Thalia gasped tears in her eyes. "It's good to have you back."

Then a mischievous sparkle appeared in her eyes. "If you ever happen to get out of your arrangement..." she began and pulled a silver business card from her wallet and handed it to her. "Give me a call. I would love to have someone like you in the Hunt."

Silena winked, slipping the card into her pocket and raised her oen Gin-tonic. "To the gods!"

"And to Annabeth Chase, may she get her brains screwed out!" Thalia answered and they bumped glasses together to seal their toast.

Percy Jackson

The sun had already set below the horizon but the sky was still a vibrant shade of oranges and yellows. It would have been quite a spectacular ending to the day. However, he had little attention to spare for such things. It had gone like this for quite a while. Where had started off trading small kisses and caresses but now, half an hour later they were fully lip-locked, exchanging slow and deep kisses.

As their tongues performed that eons-old dance Percy couldn't resist the temptation to simply continue fondling Annabeth, his hands gently squeezing Annabeth's firm B-cups.

Annabeth hard her fingers dug into his hair, seemingly happy to let him play around as much as he pleased as long as his lips stayed on hers.

No longer feeling capable of restraining himself Percy finally pulled Annabeth's shirt up and Annabeth released him long enough to allow him to free from her pesky garment, leaving her in a simple gray bikini top that seemed to hold her breasts in just the right ways.

"Gods how I've missed these," he admitted.

"Enjoy as much as you want!" Annabeth groaned softly. "They are all yours!"

Percy reached behind Annabeth's back with one hand and unclasped it.

Annabeth allowed him to swiftly pull it off and toss it away. A moment later he was back to prosecuting those delicious lips of hers.

Now Percy couldn't help but tease her.

He broke lip contact before turning his attention down to her chest.

His hand gently closed around one of her pale breasts and Percy couldn't help but grin. "Honestly, I've been wanting to do this since we made out in your flat," Percy announced.

"Hmm," Annabeth replied absentmindedly, drawing the contours of his chest's muscles on his skin.

Grinning with mischievous intent, Percy gently drew a circle with the tip of his index finger around her pink nipple before playfully pinching the sensitive nip.

Annabeth whimpered softly and her attention returned to the here and now. Then she gave him an encouraging smile and made a show of holding her hands behind her back as if inviting him to indulge himself.

Percy lost no time in doing just that and after quickly pecking her on the lips he secured her right breast with his left hand and kissed the top of the mound. He playfully drew circles around the nipple before finally gently sucking on it and earning himself another quiet moan.

This time Percy took his time to pay the breasts he had spent many years dreaming off the respect and attention he deserved, switching back and forth between the two mounds, gently kissing, sucking, nibbling, and squeezing. Finally, Annabeth decided to use her hands again and gently dug her fingers into his hair and held his head down to her torso as if inviting him to stay as long as he wished.

Her breathing came in short bursts, interrupted by quiet whimpers as he played with her increasingly tender and swollen nipples. When he finally grinned at Annabeth her cheeks were brightly flushed. A moment later Annabeth twisted around on his lap until she somehow managed to straddle him despite the armrests and kissed Percy straight on the lips before rising up to her knees and hugging his head to her chest, burying his face between her breasts for a few moments of true perfection.

Much too early Annabeth gently pushed him back and smirked. "How about this, you find us a sport to anchor. When you are done and come below deck you'll get dessert early?" Annabeth suggested innocently.

"Fair enough," Percy replied and somewhat reluctantly let Annabeth slip off his lap and disappear downstairs, though Percy noted she left her shirt and bra behind.

So Percy took them closer to shore away from the shipping lanes, turned on the anchor beacon, tossed the anchor overboard, and finally headed below deck where Annabeth was awaiting him.

Annabeth was casually leaning against the head of a table, clearly awaiting him. She was leaning slightly back, propped up by her arms.

What had changed was that now she wore her long, thick golden blond hair open. The effect of this couldn't be understated, letting her go from a strict, tough tomboy vibe to some princess/beauty queen vibe with the removal of a single rubber band. There was also the fact that Annabeth was now completely naked, showing off that toned, muscular body of hers. Those long, toned legs... that seemed to go on and on. Her gray eyes, glinted with keen intelligence in the room's warm light.

In Percy's humble opinion, Annabeth was probably one of the most beautiful girls he had ever met, and her body...well she could put most models and Hollywood actresses to shame. Of course, his perception might be somewhat of calibration there, but he knew from the other guys had camp that they had noticed too.

"Wow," Percy exclaimed, his mouth suddenly feeling awfully dry. He remembered Annabeth being sexy as fuck when she wanted to be,...but not this. If he didn't know any better, he would have pegged her as a goddess.

"So Seaweed Brain? I think this is the part where I tell you to do with me whatever you want?" Annabeth asked, cheeks flushing brightly, and grinned at him sheepishly.

"Ahm yeah," Percy muttered and wet his lip. "You look good."

"I hope so,..." Annabeth replied and Percy felt things slowly becoming awkward.

Annabeth clearly felt it too because she broke the silence. "So Seaweed Brain, what's the plan?"

Perhaps it was thanks to actually owning a slave but Percy suddenly felt the confidence to turn the spear around. "You are the daughter of Athena here, so impress me!" Percy countered and Annabeth blushed even deeper. Finally, her expression hardened and she stepped closer to him and kissed him straight on the lips, taking hold of one of his hands as she did.

Annabeth led him over towards one of the dining room table's benches and after kissing him one more time she pushed him down then proceeded to slide down to her knees in front of him. "Fuck woman," he groaned and earned himself another flustered smile. She unbuttoned his shorts and pulled them down and followed up with his boxer shorts a moment later, uncovering his already quite hard manhood.

For a moment Annabeth met his gaze, captivating him with those magnificent gray eyes of hers, and then carefully began to jerk him off.

"If I wanted to jerk off, I'd do it myself," Percy grunted, trying his very best to sound stern and disapproving.

Annabeth only rolled her eyes and then went to work, first starting off by playing around his tip with her tongue before finally going to work, holding his shaft with both her hands and bobbing back and forth. She lacked Silena's almost natural talent and by now practice but as he had come to know she made up with it with her sophisticated execution. Annabeth's lips formed an airtight seal around his length and she sucked hard as she went, her saliva glistening on his length as she bobbed back and forward, keeping his eyes captured by her beautiful gray ones.

Percy softly grunted and laced his finger into her hair until he was holding a fistful of her hair, but he allowed her to dictate the work. While Silena might have been happy to accommodate the occasional surprise deepthroat, he wasn't sure Annabeth would be so generous. Though she had said he could do whatever he wanted...Percy decided not to push his luck.

One of her hands slid away from his shaft and she began to massage his balls. After a minute or so she finally released his cock from her mouth's custody and then, to his mild surprise, began to suck on his balls while resuming to keep his manhood entertained with a simultaneous handjob.

"Gods Annabeth," Percy murmured in arousal and couldn't resist the temptation to give on her breasts a nice squeeze.

Annabeth's eyes twinkled with amusement and finally, she went back to bobbing back and forth on his dick before Percy finally pulled her off. "I want to fuck you," Percy announced in an almost whiny tone.

Annabeth only nodded and kissed him straight on the lips. Percy immediately pushed the naked woman back, kicking off his own shorts and boxers of midstride, and roughly pushed her up against the wall, knocking the air from her lungs in the process. He heatedly kissing her as he drove her up the wall until her feet were dangling in the air. Annabeth got the message pulled herself up his body and wrapped her long, powerful legs around his waist.

It wasn't the romantic reunion sex he had originally planned for but Percy simply felt this primordial urge to plow this woman that could not be denied. As Percy awkwardly fumbled about to position himself in his entrance as getting inside her became his top priority, Annabeth simply held on to him, as she held onto him and kissed his neck, occasionally gently nibbling at his skin.

Percy paid her little heed. Annabeth was wet and whimpered softly when she felt his tip pressing into her. Cautious not to hurt her, he braced them against the wall, making, sure enough, weight was resting on his arms instead of Annabeth's slender body, and used Annabeth's body weight to ease her down on his length.

At a respectable height of five nine and sporting an athlete's body, Annabeth was considerably heavier than Silena. Yet he could still hold her without too many issues. She was tight but wet enough for him to comfortably start thrust into her, letting his legs do the brunt of the work.

"Fuck," Annabeth moaned softly as she was penetrated for the first time in months.

Slowly Percy sped up until he was taking her with strong and steady thrusts, driving Annabeth into the wall with every single stroke he rammed into her body. Once again that by now all too familiar sound of skin slapping against skin echoed through the boat.

Annabeth had always been on the louder side during sex, and now her increasingly aroused moans eclipsed his strained grunts.

He was faintly aware of Annabeth softly moaning his name as he took her increasing vigor. Soon her breaths were coming in short gasps between her moans. Holding her without hurting her quickly became easier said than done for their bodies were soon drenched in sweat from the exertion. Then perhaps his worries were entirely unfounded, Annabeth had always been on the tougher side of things.

"I love you Annabeth," he whispered in her ear as he took his woman.

It was very much him taking her now, him alone choosing the ambitious pace, and him taking his pleasure. Wedged between the wall and himself, the daughter of Athena could only hold onto him for dear life as he continuously sped up until he was taking her as fast and hard as he could, his length plowing into her blissfully tight body until her moans grew into high pitched cries.

Some part of him wanted to tease Annabeth until she begged for release, but the greater part, currently mainly driven by his dick, had little patience for such tomfoolery. Annabeth only grew louder as the minutes passed until she finally climaxed. Her nails painfully scratched over his back and she buried his face to muffle her loud cry of ecstasy as she found release. Her entire body shuddered and convulsed as the orgasm rolled over her.

Going against every instinct in his body, screaming at him to plow Annabeth into the next dimension, Percy slowed and stopped moments later to hold Annabeth as she climaxed. Twentyseconds later it was all over. Annabeth went limp, panting heavily.

Finally, Percy carried the shivering naked woman over to the dining table and set her down.

With a dazed grin, she let herself fall backwards down on her back and folded her hands behind her head as a pillow, treating Percy to a memorable view. With her hair open and skin glistening with sweat, and her chest rising and sinking with the very deep breath she took, she was extremely sexy.

"Gods, I needed that," Annabeth panted. "Vibrators quickly grow old..."

Percy chuckled, quite enjoying that post-orgasm glow on his partners. He took pride in being able to make beautiful women look like that.

"You don't honestly think you're done yet, do you?" Percy asked.

Annabeth winked at him. "I guess that is very much up to you," Annabeth replied breathlessly though he was quite sure what answer Annabeth was expecting.

Without saying another word Percy pulled Annabeth closer and rolled her on her side. "Pull your legs up," Percy told her softly and she did, pulling them up so that her thighs were at a ninety-degree angle to her spine, her bum on the very edge of the table.

Resting on hand on her hip, Percy positioned himself in her slick entrance, Percy then quickly pushed his way right back into his woman and took her with gentle, slow thrusts.

This time Annabeth's moans were softer, more relaxed as if now that she had had crossed her first orgasm hooked off her to-do list, she was perfectly content with simply finding out what he had planned for her.

That would of course be nothing, but he wasn't going to let her know that.

Annabeth stared up at him with a strange expression as he took her, making him feel somewhat self-conscious, and shifted his angle slightly to the right to try to get the spot.

It worked, and with a pitiful moan, Annabeth broke eye contact and closed her eyes.

With that of the way Percy peacefully continued on his way, thrusting into Annabeth in a quiet relaxed manner, simply basking in the sensation of once again being inside her.

Percy wouldn't let Annabeth just lie there in peace for long. He grabbed her upper leg, so her right one, and pulled it up against his torso. The moment he slipped out of her for only a moment, Annabeth twisted around into her back, letting her other leg join its twin in resting on his shoulders.

Clutching her magnificent thighs to his chest with his left hand, his right one was free to play with her breasts.

Soon he had Annabeth moaning again softly as he merrily thrusted into her, feeling quite good about himself.

That was the thing about fucking. You had to make choices to fill the time while making love was more or less an autopilot affair.

So he just enjoyed the few. The way Annabeth's curls bounced every time he knocked his pelvis against hers. The way her ripples wandered up to her ass every time he made contact with her bottom. Finally, he pulled out only to turn Annabeth on her back and pull her close again and went back to happily pounding her, amusing himself with her gently bouncing breasts in rhythm.

It would seem intuitive that being with Annabeth again would slowly quench his desire for her, but as he gazed down at her, gently thrusting into her, his hunger for her body only grew again.

Finally, Percy pulled out, grabbed her by her shoulders, and pulled her up into a sitting position.

Annabeth mistook his intentions and pulled him down towards her and kissed him straight on the lips.

After a few moments of the furious exchange, Percy broke away. "Let's take this to the bunk," Percy announced softly.

Annabeth breathlessly nodded, pushed her long hair from her face, and awkwardly rose to unsteady feet before leading him back to the room they had woken up just that moment.

Here Percy took over again, guiding her over to the bed. "Get on all fours," he ordered softly.

With a grin, Annabeth kissed him on the lips and after clambering onto the mattress she sank down onto all fours and glanced over at him expectantly.

Percy sighed dramatically before climbing behind the daughter of Athena for a rear-aspect assault.

It had been too long, Percy thought himself as he positioned himself and then pushed right into Annabeth and quickly began to fuck her for real now.

Quite frankly, this was the best vantage point to admire the daughter of Athena firm, with her firm ass, slender waist, and flawless, muscles back. Percy fucked Annabeth hard, tearing loud cries of increasing pleasure from her lips as he slammed his pelvis against hers.

Finally, Percy reached and grabbed a fistful of Annabeth's voluminous golden curls and playfully tugged on them. This seemed to get her off even more. Finally, Percy decided to play even more aggressively. His hand came to rest between her shoulder blades and pushed her torso down with gentle force, burying her face in the pillow in the process while keeping her pelvis pinned in place with his dick and free hand. To further restrict her agency in the matter Percy pinned both of Annabeth's wrists behind her back with one hand.

Then Percy proceeded to go to town on Annabeth, slamming his pelvis against hers as fast and hard as possible.

Annabeth turned her head to the side to breathe, her face flushed a bright red. She cried out every time Percy slammed into her. He too her hard, and without mercy, letting much of his pent-up annoyance with her rain free. With every single thrust, he knocked Annabeth's entire body forward by a few inches, letting her hanging breasts swing back and forth as if they were the bells of Notre Dame.

Her loud aroused cries were music to his ears as he pounded her into the mattress. Once again that magical sound of skin slapping against slip was on the order of the day, though once again the sounds of Annabeth's pleasure almost drowned out the equally sweet rhythm entirely.

Her face was a bright red and soon both of them were sweating their asses off. Soon Annabeth turned into little more than a ragdoll, her legs giving away. Percy barely had time to stuff the blanket under her to elevate her pelvis for comfortable access after which he felt like he was doing sloppy reversed pushups, slamming his pelvis against hers as fast as possible. It was an experience only someone who got to do this to her could possibly fathom

Perhaps because he owned her, he had never felt comfortable in using Silena's body in the way he was having Annabeth's now. With Annabeth he was completely confident she would let him know if she didn't like something, he didn't have that trust and confidence with Silena.

To his pleasant surprise, it seemed being handled roughly worked better on Annabeth than the more gentle approach he had usually taken. While on the one hand, Annabeth seemed to be completely occupied with masterfully playacting a rag-doll, Percy was doing his best to spell out those iconic lines from the Monologue of Hamlet in English to last longer.

His breaths came in short pants and he too was drenched in sweat. Every muscle in his divine body seemed to ache yet he continued. He soon lost track of time. How long did he stay at it? Thirty minutes? An hour? Two hours? It was hard to tell. Every so often he took a short break to kiss Annabeth's bare shoulders and after a while, he kept Annabeth's torso pinned down with an arm. Soon Annabeth climaxed a second time, and after that a third, even a fourth, after which she simply lay limp on the mattress, submitting to his urges. Finally, when he felt as if he was about to simply collapse, his arms and core burning from fatigue, Percy allowed himself to cumm inside Annabeth with a drawn-out, exhausted groan.

Finally, after dumping his load where it belonged, Percy allowed himself to topple over down onto the mattress next to his lover, gasping for air.

Percy glanced down at Annabeth's face. The beautiful daughter of Athena gave him a dazed, exhausted smile and gently nudged his side. "Holy shit...," she breathed.

"You thinking that's it?" Percy asked, trying hard to keep himself from sounding feeble.

"It isn't?" Annabeth asked with mild concern in her voice. "This has gone on for almost two hours by my counting!"

"Just need a short break?" Percy admitted, breathing deeply, and shivering slightly as the cool night air brushed over his dripping wet skin. "In the meantime, you could clean me off," Percy admitted and made a show of folding his hands under his head and staring off at the ceiling.

To his surprise after a minute or so Annabeth moved, sliding over to his knees. While he would have been perfectly happy for Annabeth to just stay next to him until he could gather the strength of will to embrace her, she instead groaned and slid over to his knees.

Percy kept his eyes closed, silently wishing Annabeth to just stay lying next to him, but this was a fate caused by himself until he suddenly felt Annabeth's mouth suddenly closing around his by now rather tender dick. Without him having to ask Annabeth proceeded to clean him off, gently bobbing up and down his reluctantly re-hardening dick.

After the pounding he had given her, Percy was feeling rather confident, simply couldn't resist, and grabbed a fistful of her hair as she sucked him off for the first time in months. In his winded state, Percy didn't feel he could pass judgment on the quality of the blowjob, though at that moment it was probably the best one he had ever received.

With his confidence still soaring somewhere high above Zeus's domain, Percy finally forced Annabeth's head down on his length. He moved slowly, not in the mood for any fast-paced action, and to his delight, Annabeth went along with it. Apparently, the "Do whatever you want with me!" invitation still stood.

After sitting up Percy gently and slowly pushed the beautiful young woman's head down his length until she gagged hard and kept her pinned in place as she choked on his dick. "Hands behind your back or I'll find something to tie them up," Percy warned though he wasn't sure if he could actually do the walking necessary to fetch some restraint at this point.

For the next few minutes, Annabeth deep-throated him, the sound of her gagging gently egging him on. What kept him going was truly beyond him. again and again, Percy forced Annabeth's head down deeper until he felt his tip brushing up against the back of her throat.

Annabeth dutifully kept her hands folded behind her back, letting him take whatever he pleased.

Even when he, with what felt like a monumental effort, pushed Annabeth down on her back and straddled her chest she just gave him a lazy smile. He could feel her breasts under him.

When he finally grabbed her head and slowly forced his member down her throat Annabeth's beautiful gray eyes bulged but stayed locked on him.

At first slowly, but then increasingly fast, Percy began to skull fuck the woman of his dreams.

He kept her head captured between his hands and took her mouth hard. The way those sensual pink lips of her tried to close around his length...

Despite his best efforts, Percy found himself channeling all his anger and grief into this final fuck of the night. Perhaps she sensed it, or she enjoyed herself, but Annabeth simply stayed limp, still letting him take whatever he pleased.

Again and again, Percy rammed his member down Annabeth's throat, basking in the warm wetness of her mouth. With every single thrust, her body tensed and arched up gently as she gagged and her fingernails dug into his legs. Time passed as a blur now and the next thing he knew he came for the second and last time that night, this time dumping his load all over Annabeth's face.

"I might have said the entire night..." Annabeth exclaimed, making a show of lazily swapping up his semen and licking it off her finger. "But I think I've had enough..."

"Me too..." Percy admitted, finally pulling Annabeth into his arms once she had cleaned herself up in this manner.

"Gods, that was the best sex ever," Annabeth finally admitted, and Percy found himself quietly agreeing.

"I love you Annabeth Chase," Percy finally announced and pulled the blanket with her.

Annabeth had told him he could do with her as he pleased that night, and all he desired at that moment was to fall asleep with her in his arms.

Chapter Text

Percy Jackson

For the second time in a row, Percy awoke with the scent of lemons in the air and he felt Annabeth Chase pressing up against him. What was a clear improvement was the fact that both of them were completely naked. Bright light flooded into the small cabin through the three portholes.

With a groan, Percy sat up, his muscles protesting as he did, and gazed down at the sleeping woman lying next to him. Annabeth was snoring quietly while lying on her stomach, her toned arms wrapped around her pillow with her face turned in his direction. The position was unfortunate in his mind because it meant her breasts were hidden. On the other hand, her back, ass, and legs almost made up for it.

The thin blanket only reached as far as her midriff, so Percy carefully picked it up and peaked at what was hidden underneath. The view brought a smile to his face as he remembered the crazy night before. It had hands down been the best sex of his life and that said something.

Only the memory was enough to evolve his morning wood into something more substantial. Though the naked beauty snoring next to him might have played part in that. He could not believe how fortunate he had been for her to allow him to do some of the darker things he had fantasized on doing with her. He knew how much Annabeth liked being in charge of stuff, so in the past, he had to more or less wrestle her for control. Annabeth allowing him to do whatever he pleased with her...well his only regret was that he hadn't thought of Anal.

In her sleep, Annabeth was chewing on a strand of her messy golden blond mane.

Risking waking her up in the process, Percy leaned down and kissed her on the side of the head and was rewarded by Annabeth's nose, doing this small adorable twitching thing.

Percy finally yawned deeply and brainstormed a few strategies to scavenge some morning sex when the entire boat suddenly lurched upwards a foot or two before sinking back down again.

Annabeth's eyes snapped open, and she sat bolt upright. "What was that?" Annabeth asked sharply.

"Dunno?" Percy admitted, trying to keep his gaze on Annabeth's face and not her breasts.

Just then something bumped the boat again and Annabeth cursed.

Annabeth jumped out of bed and looked at him with something akin exasperation, and with a sigh, Percy rose to his feet as well as Annabeth dashed off to her own cabin. As Annabeth's quite spectacular ass disappeared from view Percy pulled on a set of swimming trunks, grabbed riptide and hurried on deck, Annabeth appearing a moment later wearing only panties, one of her camp shirts, and her Drakon Bone Sword on hand with a grim expression of her face. She looked that dangerous but a tantalizing mixture of disapproving, volatile, and very sexy that very much attracted him.

Together, they burst out onto the top deck with their weapons drawn. The sea around the boat was churning as something very large was moving through the water under their keel.

"What the fuck is that?" Annabeth asked.

"How would I know?" Percy replied in exasperation, peaking over the edge of the boat down into the water.

"You are a sea-god?" Annabeth half asked, half exclaimed. The boat bucked up again and knocked Percy straight off his feet. Annabeth somehow managed not to fall over with a considerable display of her grace and agility.

"Oh yeah, that!" Percy grumbled, as he staggered back to his feet and picked up his sword.

As if on silent command, a one-foot thick tentacle, covered with countless rubbery-looking suction cups, rose from the water on either side of the boat.

"Kraken," Annabeth yelled. "Okay, here is the plan," Annabeth announced. "Run down to the armory and grab every doru and javelin you can carry and come back up. And bring my bow and arrows!"

"Hm yeah," Percy replied. Just then, one of the Krakens's tentacles slapped down on the boat and grabbed hold of it.

"Oh, no you don't," Annabeth snapped and stabbed her sword into it, twisted the blade, and yanked it free. A fountain of golden arterial spray splattered from the wound and spoiled the polished deck . A subsonic scream shook the entire boat and the Kraken tore its tentacle back to safety. The other slippery-looking muscular appendage snapped forwards towards Annabeth, as if to impale her in revenge. Acting more out of instinct, Percy tore up a three-foot thick and twenty foot high glittering, iridescent blue wall of water next to the boat, knocking the tentacle aside.

When he realized his control of the element, Percy noticed he had made a mistake. As if were was a bookshelf instead of the liquid, the water wall tipped over and crashed down onto the deck, knocking both of them right off their feet.

While this time Percy somehow managed to stay standing, Annabeth almost got washed off the boat entirely and ended up spluttering in the groove between the raised deck proper and the outer fencing. Her sword was washed off the deck and out into the ocean.

In a blur of motion, the tentacle shot forward towards Annabeth again, who was only just regaining her footing. Instinctively, Percy brought Riptide up in a swift cut.

Celestial bronze cut through chromatophores and dense layers of muscle tissue, cutting a half-foot-deep gash into the appendage.

The Kraken yanked back its tentacle again and through the ocean and the deck below Percy could hear,...no... feel an enraged roar reverberating through the ocean and hull.

"Fuck," Annabeth groaned. "I just lost my sword! Fucking damn it! Come on, cut us loose and get us going!" she yelled and bounded through the hatch into the pilot's house and down below. Simultaneously Percy spun around, sprinted onto the prow and pulled the retract button and listened as motors started humming and the thick ropes started to be pulled back in, slowly dragging them up against the currents.

Just at that moment, something angrily bumped against the bottom of their boat and without warning, a tentacle shot out of the water and slapped down over the deck, grabbing hold of the Fero. A moment later, a second one came up from the other side and he saw the tentacle beginning to flex and constrict as if to simply crush the hull with Annabeth still in it.

"I'll be eating calamari tonight," Percy decided to himself and stepped forward, his sword raised to cut them free.

He reacted a moment too late, having not noticed the tentacle rising up behind him up until it knocked him cleanly off the boat and sent him flying off into the water. Immediately he felt a tentacle wrap itself around his waist and a heartbeat later he was yanked down into the Atlantic.

Percy gripped his sword tightly as he was dragged down towards a writhing mass of skin tentacle and dark flesh. As he was dragged below Percy gritted his teeth. Finally, he brought his sword down despite the water rushing past him and sank the blade down to the hilt into the appendage.

Annabeth Chase

To be honest, Annabeth was not in the right condition for any sort of fight. Her entire body, especially her legs were sore and every step made her grit her teeth. This morning should have been filled with cuddling, kisses, and handholding and she felt personally attacked for having been robbed of such things by this monster.

However all thoughts of what should have been were swiftly pushed aside as Annabeth sprinted down into the hold and into the armory. She swiftly slung quiver with the war bow attacked over her back, grabbed an eight-foot doru, pinned a lighter and a bundle of red dynamite sticks under her arm, and grabbed a fist full of javelins just as the entire boat shuddered and groaned as if in agony. The architect and engineer inside her winced as she heard the familiar sound of materials being pushed to their very breaking point. Maneuvering her long spear through the Fero's lower decks was awkward and cumbersome, but on deck, the extra range of the celestial bronze-tipped weapon would be invaluable. She would have taken an ax but knew that she simply lacked the constitution to wield such a weapon to its full effect.

As Annabeth burst back upstairs, she threw the explosive down on in the pilot's seat. A glance at the boat's controls told her that the anchor chains were still being pulled back up, started the motor, and pushed the throttle into the Ahead Flank position. The engine roared and tremors passed through the boat, but there was a depressing lack of moment happening. First things first, Annabeth burst outside and gathered her bearings.

Percy was nowhere to be seen. For a moment, a pang of concern for her lover made her hesitate, but then reason took over. Frankly, Percy was rather hard to kill and enemies far more powerful than some sea monster had tried very hard and failed miserably. Thinking on her feet to the best of her abilities, and hoping she wouldn't destroy the boat in the process, Annabeth surged forward and jabbed at the tip of the blade into the Kraken's tentacle, sinking the tip in halfway, before twisting the blade and yanking it out before it could be torn from her grasp. The tentacle was torn away but Annabeth wasn't finished yet, already following up with two more jabs to motivate the Kraken to release the boat.

The moment it did the Fero surged forward and began steam ahead.

Annabeth did not rest on her laurels though, tossing the spear from her right hand to her left and picking up one of her javelins. She drew her arm back and flung it after one of the retreating Kraken arms in one of his hundreds of slimy suction cups. She had thrown as hard as she could, for she hadn't been sure if the lightweight javelin had the penetrating power to get through the hide. Fortune had been with her though and she had hit what she hoped was a much more delicate target.

Annabeth imminently grabbed a second javelin to follow up with the second tentacle, but sadly her enemy didn't wait for her and the tentacle snapped out at her like a whip at her as if it had finally decided to stop playing with its food.

Annabeth let herself drop to her knees and threw herself back, sure that if the tentacle had hit her, the impact alone would have shattered her torso.

Annabeth swiftly rolled off to her side and snapped back to her feet in a spin and when the tentacle came around again she stepped forward, leaning into the thrust as she struck it, and hitting the tentacle in a much thicker and probably lower part.

The spear buried itself more than a foot inside the tentacle and the weapon was immediately torn from her grip because all tentacles suddenly slipped back below the waves.

Thinking fast, Annabeth chucked a javelin after it. Her aim was true. Unfortunately, the beast seemed to barely register.

Breathing deeply, Annabeth took a few moments, to sum up the tally. Her Seaweed Brain was MIA. The boat had seen better days. She had just lost her primary weapon. In return, they had battered what she now suspected was only the tips of a few of its arms.

Offered another moment's worth of reprieve she retrieved another spear from the armory and also brought out the explosive, asking herself if she should try to depth-charge the beast. Though she was hesitant because shock waves passed through water considerably more efficiently than through the atmosphere and as such the lethal range would be much higher. And while Percy was capable of handing considerably hydrodynamic pressures and forces, she didn't want to finally be the one to accidentally kill him by detonating dynamite anywhere close to him

In the low sun, the ocean was wild and dark below them, but suddenly the ocean below her lit up in a single flash of iridescent blue.

Annabeth drove, torn between tossing the dynamite and jumping in the water herself. Objectively, she knew she would be more of a liability than any help to Percy, but she couldn't be blamed for the impulse. A few moments later another flash of light lit up the ocean and the deck shuddered under her as something violent happened below. Annabeth rushed back into the wheelhouse and turned the boat around and reversed course to get back and went down to half speed and waited on the main deck with spear and javelins. Her gaze swept from left to right, desperately looking for anything to attack, any avenue of action that would let her influence the battle in their favor.

With her spear in her left and a javelin on her right, she paced the deck, trying to contain her frustration over her own impotence.

Annabeth bit her lip and continued walking back and forth, all fatigue forgotten. Suddenly, the ocean exploded off to port, and a mass of flesh and tentacles the size of a suburban home exploded through the surface as if something had blasted it below.

More out of muscle memory than active, Annabeth threw the javelin at it. It was a good thirty feet but Annabeth had been throwing javelins since her pre-teens and so the weapon too found it's mark, impaling close to the top of the beasts' hide.

Again the Kraken did not seem to even register, instead it was far too occupied with trying to dive and slap at the surrounding water with its eight arms. The three arrows that she put into the beasts didn't seem to be much more effective either.

Suddenly her eyes fell on her pack of dynamite, and suddenly she had a very bad idea.

Annabeth rushed back into the pilot's house and turned the boat around to take her closer to the beast, praying to all the gods of Olympus, including her Seaweed Brain that those tentacles wouldn't shatter her boat, grabbed a lighter from the dashboard, and hurried back on deck with the bomb in her hand.

With the top of her spear, she cut the half-foot-long fuze short and lit it. After gauging the fuzes burn time and realizing she only had a few seconds, she took to bouncing steps to maximize her throw and flung it at the beast. Without waiting to admire the fruits of her labor, Annabeth rushed back into the pilot's house and turned the Fero away as hard as possible and pushed the throttle back to flank speed, feeling rather pleased about herself.

One day she would learn to suppress those feelings before the fight was over because that was when things went wrong again. Just as Annabeth's mental clock told her the bomb would explode, something blasted out of the water only a few feet away from her boat in a spectacular fountain of water and arced towards the Kraken.

Empirically, she knew Percy was a god but so far it hadn't really felt real yet. Sure, she didn't remember Percy being able to go nonstop for two hours but he had even before godhood been a very gifted lover from their very first time, at least compared to the awkward funneling Katie hat told her about. As oblivious as he around women was in normal situations, Percy seemed to instinctively know how to drive a girl crazy once the clothes actually came off.

However, this was a different matter entirely. Percy was glowing with a dark blue aura of power and Riptide glowed as brightly as the sun.

Annabeth watched quite awestruck as Percy landed on the top of the Kraken and drove his blade down into the dark skin. Annabeth silently marveled at how the sun shimmered on his tanned skin and now hard muscles rippled under his skin.

The Kraken screamed in agony as Percy slid down its bulk in Annabeth's direction, drawing a long cut down with Riptide in the process.

Annabeth's smile froze as her gut told her what had likely happened dynamite must have rolled off the Krakens side too and if it had...

An explosion later glittering twenty-foot waterspout shot up into the sky and Percy disappeared from view. The shock wave shook the Fero and Annabeth knew if Leo hadn't installed armor-glass windows she would have just eaten a face full of glass.

"Percy!" she screamed, though her cries were drowned out by the Kraken's agonized roar. As she desperately looked around for Percy, thick fountains of oily black liquid gushed from dozens of orifices across the Kraken's massive form. Not oil,...Annabeth realized. It was ink.

The dark liquid splattered across the Fero, covering up its windows and likely spoiling every inch of its hull. Fortunately, Annabeth was still safe in the pilot's house, so she stayed clean.

Annabeth cursed, idled the engine, and turned on the windshield wipers. By the time the windows had regained some of their transparencies, the Kraken had already disappeared, hopefully, banished to Tartarus. Though she suspected it had merrily retreated back to the dark depths below to lick its wounds...or whatever Kraken did.

Annabeth rushed back onto the deck. What had been a beautiful boat, now looked as if someone had just hosed it down with black paint. She almost slipped on the ink when she tried to stop, but managed to maintain her footing.

"Percy!" she screamed, looking around. Around her was only ink black water.

"Did you blow me up?" a weary, very familiar voice asked room behind.

Annabeth spun around and found Percy holding onto the side of the boat behind her. He was covered in ink but she had rarely been so happy to see him.

She rushed towards him and with her help, he dragged himself onto the Fero.

Annabeth quickly realized the explosion had torn off Percy's swimming trunks, leaving him naked but seemingly unharmed apart from a nosebleed.

"You blew me up!" Percy muttered again as if aghast by the prospect, a note of accusation in his voice. Suddenly his legs gave away and he collapsed.

Annabeth knelt down at his side, hooked her arm around his, and turned his heavy body on its back, and slapped his cheek. "Open your eyes, Seaweed Brain" Annabeth ordered, and gently slapped his cheeks a few times after checking that Percy was breathing. She wasn't sure how far her first aid training went with gods but she didn't have much more to offer. He didn't react.

"Rise and shine, princess!" she chided and then began to aggressively rub Percy's sternum with her knuckle bones.

Percy groaned and pushed her fist away, his eyes opening again.

"Annabeth?" he asked and she sighed in relief.

"Yeah, I'm here," she said, grinning in relief, and kissed Percy on the forehead, ignoring the ink.

Percy sat up and groaned. "Fuck, that hurt. The Kraken is dead?"

"It ran I think," she said and Percy dropped back on his back and sighed.

"What happened?" Percy asked.

Annabeth quickly recounted her version of events and then escorted Percy under deck and brought him under deck to rest and get himself cleaned up and rest after force-feeding him some ambrosia and nectar.

As Percy got some brief RR she got them back on track, eager to leave this particular part of the ocean, and surveyed the damage to the boat. Fortunately, the anchors had been pulled up by the hydraulic hoist and so she stowed them away. Annabeth really couldn't be bothered to clean off all the ink and hoped it would rain soon. A few of the handrails on the boat's side though would need welding.

Finally, Percy rejoined her, sadly having put on some new clothes, but oh well. On the bright side, he brought her some breakfast.

"You alright?" she asked.

"I am," Percy confirmed and looked at her arm.

"Your bleeding!" he noted.

Annabeth looked down at her arm, sure enough, there was a shallow cut on her left shoulder that was slowly oozing red vitae and had already begun dripping down on her chairs upholstery.

The moment she looked at it the wound stung. Annabeth gritted her teeth and pressed her hand on it, which only made it hurt more.

"I'll be back!" Percy announced and soon returned with a first aid kit.

Annabeth let Percy clean out her wound and then bandage it up, feeling rather giddy over having him fuss over her. When she was finished and Percy had cleaned everything up he kissed her straight on the lips.

For some reason, this took her by surprise. With the fight, she had barely thought of what had happened last night and her stomach started making these annoying somersaults when he did.

"Good morning, beautiful," Percy finally greeted her and then kissed her on the temple.

"So..." Annabeth trailed off, hoping that Percy would confirm what she surmised from this sort of greeting. She was fine if they weren't together again yet and were only hooking up for now but whatever it was, she wanted to know where he stood. After all, you could be mutually in love but not a couple. Relationships were annoyingly nuanced like that. After all the invite to do whatever he pleased to her had partly been given to offer him a chance to vent whatever pent-up frustration and resentment he might

"Hmm?" he asked and kissed the top of her head while she very casually rested one hand on the steering wheel.

"I very much enjoyed last night," she announced and felt Percy's breath washing over her exposed neck, letting goosebumps pop up.

"I did too. Even that choking..."

"That too," Annabeth confirmed. She had, though, more from the way Percy assumed control over her than any direct sexual pleasure. It hadn't hurt and the main trick had been to just breathe through her nose.

"Hmm," Percy agreed. "So Annabeth Chase, back to boyfriend and girlfriend?"

Annabeth grinned at him, her heart almost exploding from relief. "Of course, Seaweed Brain!"

"Dope," Percy replied and wrapped his arms around her slender frame. "By the way, is that Do whatever I want with you thing still active?" he asked.

"No," Annabeth replied laughing.

"Damn," Percy grumbled in her ear, which for some reason, sent another shower of goosebumps down his back. "I forgot to go for Anal!"

Annabeth's mouth dropped for just a moment, but then she burst out laughing. "Tough luck, Lord Seaweed Brain. You should have thought of that last night!"

Percy chuckled a low rumbling chuckle and pressed his cheek against hers, allowing her to scratch his head.

"You know, this is going to really complicated and messy?" Annabeth asked, more speaking to herself than Percy.

"Woman, when has it ever been easy? I love you and that's all I really know!"

Chapter Text

Percy Jackson

The next few days of their trip passed without any mildly amusing incidents. It hadn't been too hard to wash the boat off with his powers and Annabeth had welded the fencing back in place. Percy did not have the faintest clue that she knew how to weld, but according to her before they had met Annabeth had spent four months helping Charles Beckendorf at the forge to learn the basics seeing as in her world any daughter of Athena should be at least able to perform basic metal work.

They spent the next three days with sex, talking, or sparing. Well, he wasn't going to complain. She was beautiful, and he was horny. Plus, there wasn't that much else to do. Though it seemed that things were slowly calming down between them. They still having sex, though neither of them were going for every single conceivable excuse to do it.

Annabeth had lost her sword in the battle's commotion and after she realized this a few hours later neither of them had been willing to turn around again and risk facing the likely very pissed-off monster again.

The next time that anything really worthy of note happened was during the early hours of the first day's evening when Grover finally called him via Iris message.

Before that they had spent most of the day sitting in the pilot's house, continuously heading down the coast of Florida.

Percy had spent the past twenty minutes enjoying an early desert. Annabeth was that desert, sitting on the dashboard with her legs spread wide, her bikini's panties stripped off as Percy indulged in this lavish feast, leaving her only in a camp shirt she had stolen from Percy.

Annabeth gripped his hair with both hands, keeping his face on target as he coaxed soft moans from her lips with his tongue and fingers.

"Oh fuck, Percy," Annabeth gasped softly, saying in names in a manner he had dreamed of countless times during his earlier teens.

When Annabeth's legs finally twitched and quivered as he kept her just shy of release for almost five minutes he decided he had finally done enough groundwork he pulled away and despite already being offered convenient access Percy grunted at her to turn around and now down over the dashboard. Percy was surprised by how much he liked doggy style when it came to Annabeth, despite it hiding some of her best assets.

"Okay, Seaweed Brain," was all she said with a grin and made a show of slowly turning around, marching her back, and offering him her toned and shapely end.

"Lord Perseus, Grover Underwood seeks an audience," the familiar voice of Iris declared just as he lined himself up to her entrance.

Off to his left, right over the hatch leading down to the deck below, a rainbow cloud had formed.

They groaned in unison and Percy slapped Annabeth's ass before they covered themselves, Annabeth only pulling on the panties. The shirt was much too large for her so it covered a sufficient amount of her thighs.

"I accept the call," Percy announced gruffly as Annabeth hastily tied her hair up in a ponytail so as to not spell out what they had been doing. Though Percy that those that would care had already surmised that they would rekindle their relationship on this quest.

"Percy! Annabeth!" Grover bleated in greeted as he saw them.

"Hey, Grover!" Annabeth replied, grinning sheepishly. Percy waved awkwardly.

"How is the quest going!" Grover asked and looked back and forth between the two of them.

Percy shrugged. "Fine, so far. We had a little scuffle with a Kraken and Annabeth blew me up!" Percy summarized.

Annabeth rolled her eyes and gently rested her hand on his shoulder. "It was only a small dynamite pack. Stop being such a baby," she chided him.

"Wait, you guys together again!" Grover suddenly burst out, noticing that oh-so-innocent hand placement.

"Yes," Percy replied firmly and Annabeth grinned at this public declaration.

"Awesome! This is the best news I have gotten all week. The entire Camp has been hoping for this outcome. We've been trying to couple the two of you up for years."

Annabeth affectionately smiled down at Percy. "Yeah, I missed him a lot," she agreed and Percy grabbed her hand.

"This is really great. I am happy for the two of you!

Grover smiled at them for a few long moments, and then his smile faded and his voice grew more somber.

"Sorry to put a dampener on your quest, but I just heard Juniper approached you a few days ago intending to join your household?" Grover started, and Percy was grateful for this very gentle phrasing.

"Yeah, she approached him," Annabeth confirmed for Percy, her voice taking on a sharp, businesslike tone. "To be honest, we don't really know what to do. If we decline, she hinted she might gain her relocation from other deities."

Grover sighed deeply as if this had too crossed his mind. "That is why I'm calling. I don't really understand much of anything these days, but I also don't want Juniper to get hurt."

"That makes three of us," Percy confirmed.

"Figured as much. So Percy, what were you planning to do when you return and Juniper presses the matter."

"Damn," Percy said and thought for a moment. "It might not earn me any favors from Silena or Annabeth here, but I would probably take her in..."

Annabeth patted his arm. "I understand, this is just a really fucked up situation," she consoled him.

"Just for the record, I would rather know that my ex-girlfriend is safe with you than have her disappear in some hole only to never be heard of again."

Percy sighed deeply. "This is beyond awkward," Percy began. "And we all know that Juniper is going to wake up one morning and regret everything."

"Hm, I have an idea," Annabeth began and he and Grover fell silent, expectantly waiting for the daughter of Athena to do her thing.

"Hypothetically, we can very be very deliberate in the oath's phrasing Juniper is to swear. Leave Percy here a backdoor to cut it off should Juniper regret it. Or even let Juniper swear the oath and just keep her at camp."

"That second part is just mean," Percy muttered, imagining how he would feel like if he were so desperate to get away from somewhere that he swore his life to someone he considered a friend, only to be screwed over like that.

"But the first part," Grover explained, visibly brightening up as he warmed up to the idea. "That is not a bad idea at all. Like when Juniper comes back to her senses there is a way back out again."

They all grinned at each other in a rather self-congratulatory manner.

"Well, we'll talk more once you are back. Anyway, how is Silena doing? I heard Clarisse will be spending two or three days on Olympus with her the moment she gets off school?"

Percy shrugged. "It's Silena's home as much as mine. She can invite over whomever she pleases. I think she's staying at her father's for a few days. Apparently, her dad and my mother exchanged numbers somehow so he can make sure his daughter is fine," Percy announced glumly.

"That's awesome. Good to know she's holding it together. That last visit at Camp ended on a sour note."

The rest of the voyage passed with few incidents. They couldn't resist spending a few hours in Miami but soon enough they were steaming into the Bermuda Triangle.

"Percy, get your ass up here?" Annabeth's gentle voice rang out to him from the pilot's house.

Percy rose from his bunk and joined her in the cockpit. The sun was rapidly setting on the ocean and in the distance, he could make out the familiar rock formations that had almost cost his life back when he was thirteen.

Annabeth was looking at it through her binoculars and then glanced over at Percy.

"Scylla and Charybdis one bearing one four zero, range two point six nautical miles. Wanna go in?" Annabeth asked. "We might catch them napping..."

Percy snorted. "Hell no, I will not even bother to try to do that sort of precision maneuvering at night."

Annabeth sighed. "Probably right, we better drop anchors. Maybe she'll remember you stabbing her in the face and hide in terror," she then announced, as if trying to sound overly optimistic. They both had at least reasonable faith in Leo's skills as a handyman, but now that they were about to find out the hard way,... certainly, they could be forgiven some doubt. While Percy was sure he would somehow survive, he would be quite upset if anything happened to Annabeth.

They had talked about this but Percy shrugged anyway. "I doubt it."

Once they were anchored they began to settle in for the night.

As Annabeth hurried below deck to ready some snacks and refreshments, Percy took the liberty of spreading a blanket on the top deck and readying a second thin one for comfort.

"I don't have any fireworks to offer, but if you listen really quietly, you can hear Scylla and Charybdis," Percy offered brightly.

Annabeth actually giggled. It was a short giggle, a rare giggle, so Percy stared at Annabeth with amusement for a moment until she gently slapped the upside of his head. "Come on, Seaweed Brain," she grumbled and sat down on the blanket, pulling her down to join her.

Grinning to himself, Percy covered their shoulders in the blanket and wrapped his arms around her and they gazed at the dark red horizon as the moon rose.

"Don't get to see the stars so much these days, do we?" Annabeth asked quietly.

"No, we don't," Percy agreed and Annabeth rested the side of her head and they looked up at the moon.

"You know she's up there, judging me," Annabeth suddenly commented, nodding at the moon.

"Tried to recruit me after the Giant War after we had our thing, behind Thalia's back."

"Well, as worthy of an addition as you would have been to the hunt, it would have been a loss for the entire male gender," Percy joked lightly and popped a can of soda.

Annabeth playfully slapped and then hissed his cheek.

For a few sweet minutes, they listened to the distant roar of Charybdis's whirlpool.

"Oh damn," Annabeth suddenly burst out.

"What?" Percy asked lightly.

"Ahm, nothing," Annabeth suddenly said though her cheeks turned a pleasant shade of pink.

"Come on," Percy gently encouraged her.

"Fine," she conceded. "I forgot to tell my father we are back together. It really upset him when,...you know I called the break."

"Mr Chase likes me?" Percy asked, perplexed.

"You kidding?" Annabeth asked and sorted. "Ever since you snuck off to free me he has been one of your greatest fans. In his version of reality, you are the mature partner in this relationship who keeps me out of trouble."

"Well, that sounds about right," Percy agreed, trying his best to keep a straight face.

"Percy," Annabeth sighed, and they continued staring up at the night sky. After a few moments, Percy found the by-now-familiar collection of stars that made up the huntress.

"Looking forward to tomorrow?" Annabeth asked with forced casualness.

"Letting Scylla eat a face full of celestial bronze? Hell yeah!" Percy confirmed with forced enthusiasm.

Suddenly he felt Annabeth's hand on his chest and realized that she was staring up at him with that intense stare that only Annabeth and her mother could muster.

Her hand turned into a fist as she clutched the fabric if his shirt. Slowly Annabeth leaned up to him and kissed him on the lips, simultaneously gently pushing him down on his back and sliding on top of him.

"Oh that," Percy muttered, trying to keep the grin off his face.

"Oh stop it," Annabeth whispered, her sweet breath washing over his face, and then leaned down and kissed him straight on the lips.

For a few minutes they exchanged slow kisses and Percy noted to himself that this might be the first time they got frisky under the open sky. Then he was haunted by a stab of guilt of having hooked this first off with Silena already and by another for considering that a loss.

However, all thoughts of guilt were swiftly pushed aside when Annabeth pushed his arms above his head and kept them pinned there with a quite impressive amount of strength. While he was sure he could free himself if he had to, Annabeth was a very proficient martial artist and he would really have to fight for it.

"Time for revenge," she whispered into his ear in a way that let goosebumps appear all over his body.

Her lips brushed past his lips and his ear, sending shivers down his spine before her lips finally made contact with his neck and began to trace kisses over his skin before beginning to gently suck on his skin.

Percy couldn't help but start laughing when he realized what Annabeth's revenge was and tried not to fidget as Annabeth's lips both let goosebumps pup up across his entire body as well as tickling him slightly.

"Annabeth," he breathed as she sucked harder in the prosecution of her vengeance. For thirty seconds or so Annabeth engrossed herself in his neck, sucking hard and rubbing her tongue against his neck, and with a resigned grin on his face, he allowed it.

Finally, Annabeth pulled back and offered him a beautiful smile before going back to kissing him, releasing his wrists.

Percy's hands immediately found Annabeth's mid-rif, holding her firmly, tugging on her shirt until she let him pull it off, leaving Annabeth topless. In the moonlight, Annabeth's fair skin looked almost snow-white.

"So, where did we stop before we were interrupted?" Annabeth asked mockingly, thoughtfully pressing a finger against her jaw. "Who cares," she then answered her own question.

Silently agreeing Percy slid his hands up to Annabeth's breast and gently squeezed.

"So you're actually on top this time?" Percy asked in mock surprise.

Annabeth only stuck her tongue out and then beckoned him to sit up which he did, allowing her to pull off his shirt and the moment she had gotten rid of his garment Annabeth wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her lips down on his.

In return, Percy held Annabeth by her waist, gently pulling her against his as she did and when Annabeth rose to her knees he slipped one hand behind her ass and pulled her pelvis against his chest, allowing her to bear down on him.

For a few more minutes they exchanged heated kisses before Percy allowed her to pull his swimming trunks down and kick her own panties aside before remounting his lap to attack his lips with kisses with undiminished enthusiasm as one of her elegant hands grasped hold of his length to jerk him off.

"You're better at that with your mouth than your hand," Percy whispered between kisses.

Annabeth only struck her tongue out at him before going back to kissing him. Once she had him sufficiently hard Annabeth positioned herself on top of him, wrapped her arms around his neck and sank right down onto his manhood.

Keeping her eyes on his she slowly began to ride him. With nothing better to do Percy kept his hands on her waists and let Annabeth take lead, using her powerful thighs to move herself up and down his dick.

After a minute or so of this, her moans filled the night and she kissed him hard on the lips right up until she shifted her center of mass forward to push him back.

Percy allowed it until he was lying on his back with Annabeth continuing on her ride.

For a long moment, Percy had a sense of deja vu for this is the exact kind of thing he knew Silena very much preferred but Annabeth's much more powerful body gave it its very own flavor.

Again, Percy was content to simply follow the show of a beautiful woman with perfect tits bouncing around on top of him, casually playing with her breasts as she did. Annabeth rode him until her first climax for the evening after which she came to rest on top of him, breathing deeply. Slowly and gently, Percy turned them around until he was lying on top of Annabeth.

His hunger for Annabeth was nowhere near satisfied it was Percy who kissed Annabeth on the lips in a hungry manner. Perhaps still winded from her own orgasm the daughter of Athena mostly stayed passive, only spreading her legs in a welcoming manner and allowing him to slide right back inside her warm, tight embrace.

It started off rather basic with Percy keeping himself propped up over Annabeth almost like he was doing pushups as he thrusted into her. But as so often in the past nothing ever stayed simple when it involved Annabeth Chase.

For ten minutes or so Percy thrusted into her, enjoying every moment of seeing that exhausted pleasure distorting her otherwise pristine features.

Wanting to spice things up Percy paused only long enough to hook his arms under her thighs and rested her long, toned, cleanly shaven legs over his shoulders and went back to thrusting into her. "Hey!" she gasped as Percy gently pushed Annabeth's legs back.

Annabeth, being very flexible, could easily have her legs pushed back until her knees almost hugged her face. Her beautiful legs almost formed a sort of frame for her face, and more or less presented her waxed virgina on a serving platter.

Percy leaned down and kissed Annabeth on the lips, trapped her legs between their bodies, and then guided his length into her.

She was already normally tight, but her womanhood was further tightened by the gymnastics he was subjecting her to, and so working his way into her was almost as tough as it had been back when they had shared their first time.

Still, once he was Percy took Annabeth with slow and smooth strokes, careful not to hurt her in this new position they were both unfamiliar with.

"Don't change anything," Annabeth pressed forward and bit her lip. "Perfect angle, you got the shift in parallax just right. Uhh!" When he shifted upwards slightly, putting more friction on the upper side of his dick.

While Percy had no clue what she was referring to, some sort of math thing probably, or if she was trying to summon some sort of demons. He didn't really care either way, for he understood the spirit of her words.

As requested, Percy changed nothing, continuing with what he was doing. No matter how much Annabeth might beg him, even if she asked him he wouldn't go more aggressive than he was now.

Once again Annabeth's moans rang in his ears as if they were the Ode to Joy.

To his immense satisfaction, Annabeth finished before him again, her loud cries echoing out into the night as her entire body shuddered, trapped under her own legs.

Wishing to offer his lover the best experiences possible he released her legs and let her bask in the climax as she gently held onto him with her tights Percy rode it out, only this time right on top of Annabeth, his torso pressed down on hers. Annabeth's arms were tightly wrapped around his neck as he used his elbows to keep the weight off her. He did not feel comfortable just bearing down on her slender form with his north of two hundred ten pounds.

Bringing his thrusts into consonance with the rhythm of her body, they continued for another half hour or so. At this point, Percy thought of everything but what he was doing to this beautiful woman and everything that turned him off. Spelling tests, the thought of Clarisse pole dancing, or whatever Nico wanted to do to him before he stopped being his type.

With his immense satisfaction, across the next twenty minutes, he managed to push her past another climax at this very slow and gentle pace before his body finally got the better of him and he finished inside her and let himself collapse down onto Annabeth, panting from exhaustion.

After a minute he realized that Annabeth was gently, and rather lovingly stroking his back until he rolled off her and they lay side by side, staring up at the night sky as they waited until the night sky as they waited for their labored breathing and hearts to slow down and the night wind to dry off their sweat.

"Gods, that was amazing. Don't let this go to your head Seaweed Brain, but I have no idea how you keep surpassing your own high scores."

"There is a score?" Percy asked and ran his hands through his head. His dick felt oddly cold, now that was outside of Annabeth.

"Yeah, you get points for things like duration, quality, aim, and so on," Annabeth joked and fell silent for a few moments. "Now she is definitely disapproving of us," Annabeth noted with some satisfaction.

"Who?" Percy asked, and Annabeth pointed up at the picture of the huntress.

"Why would you be thinking of Zoe after this?" Percy asked perplexed, once again taken aback by that funny mind of Annabeth's.

"I wasn't thinking off Zoe, just that joining the Hunt back then would have been a complete bust...you know with sex turning out to be a lot more fun than I thought it would be at the time," Annabeth admitted.

Percy snorted. "It's a pity you didn't, I would have gotten to seduce younger you today. You were cuter back then."

As expected, he didn't need to wait long for the blow to the gut.

Percy rolled over, gasping, groaning, and giggling at the same time. "You pervert," Annabeth grumbled, though there was amusement in her voice, and now that he thought of it, the elbow hadn't hit him nearly as hard as it could have.

"Can I take you out?" Percy suddenly asked.

"Hm, what do you have in mind?" Annabeth inquired lazily.

"Wonna fight monsters tomorrow?"

Annabeth chuckled. "It's a date, Seaweed brain. It's a date."

Chapter Text

Percy Jackson

"Here we go," Annabeth announced grimly after finishing applying sun lotion to her skin. She had gone through two bottles already on this trip. He was yet to ask why she had started being so fussy about the sun.

Percy pushed the throttle forward and they began to boat their way towards the island.

They had filled the pilot house with spears, javelins, and one bow with a few dozen arrows for Annabeth. They had considered putting on armor as well but had decided against it. For one, against what they were fighting, armor was next to useless. For another while he would be perfectly fine, Annabeth would not be able to swim in armor and drown rather pathetically. Especially because there was a very real chance their boat might not survive this enterprise of theirs. It wouldn't be the first time he had lost a boat in these waters, though in his defense the last one had been lost to a daughter of Ares's stupidity and a blue-balled Cyclops, not his poor seamanship.

"Raytheon knockoff online," Annabeth reported, manning the second seat as she armed their new defenses.

"All hands, man battle stations," Percy announced, trying to sound grave.

"Hand, reporting to battle station," Annabeth replied, and they glanced at each other before cracking up.

"You know, if this doesn't work I am kicking Leo's ass," Annabeth announced.

"I will make sure your foot gets back to Camp Half-blood," Percy offered lightly.

As they approached, the sea became rougher and their yacht bounced up and down on the choppy sea. "Scylla ahead," Annabeth declared, pointing at the cliff where the monster would be hiding. "Stick as close as possible to the cliff."

Despite having faced it before it took him a while or so to get used to the changing tidal scheme as Charybdis gobbled down millions of tons of seawater in the world's largest whirlpool and spewed it out again followed by a few moments of relative calm before going back to gobbling down seawater. As they approached, the sea only grew more volatile, the boat was visibly being sucked into the whirlpool. The challenge of the safe navigation of the narrows offered could not be understated.

"Well," Annabeth announced. "Raytheon knockoff is armed. I will be on deck," she announced and rose from his chair.

They had argued over breakfast over who should be bait. Percy had argued that he was a god and as such Scylla couldn't kill him, Annabeth had argued that he was needed at the helm with his genetically encoded seamanship.

In the end, she had convinced him, for if she was at the helm they ran the risk of shattering against one of Scylla's cliff, or being gobbled up by Charybdis.

With a sword at her waist strapped the quiver to her belt as well and grabbed the bow.

"I love you, Seaweed Brain," she replied and kissed the side of his head

"You too," Percy replied. "Quicky? You know, before we go in?" It was clearly offered as a joke, but regardless Annabeth gave him a slightly exasperated look.

"Then no," Percy replied in a good mood and eased off the throttle again as the boats bow smashed through the choppy water and he became worried that they might damage the fiberglass hull.

"On second thought, if I had asked dad to raise the Bismark Sylla would have just broken have face ever time she tried to snatch something..." Percy mused. Over the past few days, dropping Bismark references had become something of a joke between them. Annabeth grabbed her binoculars and looked out at the area ahead. "Scylla ahead, di immortales she is ugly."

Percy snorted.

"Just don't go out too early, I don't want Leo's fuckery to kill you," Percy warned.

Annabeth rolled her eyes and finally they reached the opening in the line of reefs and island that separated the real world from the sea of monsters and suddenly the sea erupted again as Charybdis consumed the surrounding sea, creating a whirlpool over two thousand feet across.

"Here we go again!" Percy announced as he drove them right into the water-funnel and hit the rotating water.

For a moment Percy had to fight with the currents, but finally he was on his way towards Scylla's island, moving a lot faster than he liked. Far up ahead, he could see three monstrous reptilian heads glaring down at them with glowing yellow eyes.

"You are right, she really is ugly," Percy agreed.

Suddenly Annabeth froze, all colour draining from her face.

"Annabeth?" Percy asked nervously.

"Just realized, I haven't taken the pill in like three months...," Annabeth exclaimed.

"What?" Percy asked, glancing back and forth between the rough sea outside and the woman sitting next to him. It took a few moments before he finally made the connection and a very new sort of anxiety came to life in his stomach. "- I've been dumping loads in you all week!"

"I had other things on my-...is this really the right time?" Annabeth asked, blushing deeply.

"You brought it up, woman!" Percy argued and gunned the boat into flank speed just as Charybdis stopped gobbling up the sea. Just as the water-funnel smoothed out and stopped rotating Charybdis expelled what she had consumed, driving them back a few hundred feet as they were hit by a ten-foot high water surge.

They barely made any progress until the expulsion of water ended and the sea calmed again, allowing them to regain lost ground before Charybdis went back to consuming the water. Slowly, the ocean began to start turning clockwise again, driving them back towards Scylla's ocean, leaving Percy almost idling the engine out of fear of being shattered against Scylla's clifts.

Once they were a thousand or so feet away Annabeth grabbed her bow and headed out towards the front deck, an arrow notched, and sank down to one knee to minimize the effect of their defense systems side effect.

He hated seeing his woman so open and exposed. His affection for Annabeth sometimes made him forget how formidable of a warrior she was.

Soon though, he was fully occupied with keeping their heading true and not foundering in the rough seas. Still, despite all this he marveled at Annabeth's dexterity.

Her bearing on the shifting and bucking boat was impeccable and a worthy display for even a huntress. As they approached Annabeth raised the bow up high and just when one of Scylla's head came into view she lost an arrow.

The arrow missed but soon a second one followed which bounced of the top of Scylla's scaled head.

Annabeth then sent up another arrow in her ongoing attempt to aggravate Scylla. Her efforts were soon awarded as more of Scylla's heads appeared at the top of the cliff to glare down at Annabeth.

A fourth arrow whizzed through the salty air, this time striking Scylla in one of her massive jaws. Annabeth winked back at him before returning to her task.

Even over the roar of the engine and ocean, he imagined he could hear Scylla hissing in fury.

Annabeth managed to lose two more harassing shots by the time they came in range of Scylla's heads. In anticipation of Scylla's cobra-like lunges, he was gripping the steering wheel so tightly that his fingers turned white.

Just as Annabeth looked back at him Scylla finally struck. As fast as a lightning strike two of Scylla's head descended down towards the boat to gobble up the offending daughter of Athena. Just as fast a yellow and white flash of light almost blinded him, followed by an almost deafening crack that let the entire boat shudder. Thick smoke and splinters of composite materials and plastic casings lay thick in the air. Icky green and brown gore splattered across the front windows, forcing him to turn on the windshield wipers.

"Annabeth!" he yelled, but no answer came. Even if there were, his ears were still ringing.

When the swift wind pushed the smoke aside, he spotted Annabeth staggering around, clearly disoriented.

Above all Scylla's earsplitting screams filled the morning. His ears still ringing, he rose from his chair, ignoring the risk of being washed up against the cliff, and made his way to the opening and grabbed hold of the back of Annabeth's shirt.

The daughter of Athena, covered in dust and debris, still desth and probably half blind and deaf, and completely disoriented from the pounding her brain had just gotten, would have likely continued staggering around for quite a while had Percy not dragged her back into to the pilots house and dumped her on the floor.

(A rare AN added here for the sake of a disclaimer. Originally I misspelled and wrote "Half blond and deaf " with LastRonin pointed out was kind funny seeing as Annabeth...well is rather blond. Instead of removing it, I at least had to bring it in some way or form. Curse you Ronin for pointing it out, I would have totally not noticed and it would have been a feature I could have claimed for myself)

In his rush to aid his woman, they had progressed a lot further than he would have thought possible, the sheer rock face of the cliff now seemingly mere feet away.

"Shit!" Percy snarled and lunged back to his assigned post and turned the rudder hard to Starboard and pushed the bow back into the maelstrom.

"Fuck, what the fuck was that," Annabeth groaned, clutching the sides of her head as lay rolled up in a fetal position.

It seemed Percy had pulled back just in time because just then another flash of light and earsplitting crack filled the cabin as Leo's handiwork fended off another attack that he had not seen coming seeing as Scylla was now just above them.

Percy gritted his teeth and instinctively tried to push the throttle up even further, despite already being at full reverse.

As if to say fuck you, Charybdis chose that moment when she had gobbled up enough water and the ocean slowed down again, adding painful seconds to their escape. Two more times in rapid succession Leo's rear-mounted defenses triggered as Scylla struck again and again before finally she seemed to finally get the message that eating explosives was bad for her health.

They weren't out of danger yet for just that moment Charybdis discarded the vast amounts of water she had consumed earlier in a single massive surge.

"Shit!" Percy growled and braced moments before the wall of water knocked them in the bow and almost smashed up against the cliff.

If it happened by the grace of Fero's own strength, or perhaps some of his water-related powers, he could not say but they somehow survived. However, as just as they began to pull away again the engine spluttered and died, leaving them dead in the water.

"Oh fuck!" Percy explained and began to frantically fire the engine ignition.

Another earsplitting crack filled the air as Scylla attacked again, apparently not having had enough just yet but Percy barely paid it any head.

For the next half minute or so the air was filled with Scylla's screeches, his curses, and the stuttering cough of the engine. How much power did the batteries have? How many tries?

To make things worse Charybdis began sucking on the ocean again and this time Percy was helpless against the maelstrom.

"What's going on?" Annabeth groaned. "Percy?" she began as she began to sit up. Just then he realised that Annabeth was covered from head too toe in green gore, caked in white dust. Bits of bone and meat spoiled her normally shimmering blond hair.

"Stay down," Percy ordered. When,as so often, Annabeth did not do as she was told Percy knocked her back down with his foot, instantly feeling rather horrible over the gesture. He did not have the time to deal with her and cuddle her into submission.

Ahead he could finally see Charybdis, a giant maw, rimmed by teeth the size of a man and clogged up by pieces of lumber, metal bars, and broken hulls.

Again and again, Percy started the engine, praying to Hephaestus, Athena, and the Omnissiah simultaneously, forgetting that he himself was a god until with a grunting splutter the engine finally came back to life. Percy gunned the turbocharged engine and they began to accelerate clockwise and into the outer slower water. Finally he pointed the boat outwards and kept it there, creeping further to the edge of the whirlpool until the current took them to the opening on the other side and they could finally drag them out of the worst of the current. Percy grabbed the binoculars and looked out at the back, where Scylla's remaining heads were screaming in agony and rage. Five of her heads had taken a brutal beating, with parts blown off, the flesh cleanly from an upper jaw, a lower jaw missing, and deep shrapnel wounds.

After making sure they were safe from Charybdis's shifting currents Percy knelt down next to Annabeth who had gotten the assignment to stay down until either her faculties reported back in or he let her know the coast was clear.

"Wise Girl?" he asked, squeezing her hand.

She squinted at him, trying to focus her eyes. Were she not drenched in gore, and what he realized might be her own blood, it would have looked cute. Having her eyes out of alignment made her look a lot less smart, and a lot less intimidating.

"I see stars dancing in front of my eyes and I can't hear anything. Fucking tinnitus!"Annabeth yelled. Being all mucky it might have not been the most hygienic thing, but as cute as stupid Annabeth was, it was disconcerting so he forced two squares of ambrosia into her mouth, and a few moments later her gaze cleared up again and she pointed at her eyes. "I can't hear anything. I think I busted my eardrums! Should have seen that coming, eardrum go at around fifteen psi!" she yelled. "Tinnitus is gone at least!"

"Thanks for sprouting useless facts," Percy yelled back, somewhat amused by the situation. "The ambrosia should heal your ears up quick enough!"

"My ears should be fine by tomorrow!" Annabeth yelled back and Percy rolled her eyes.

Finally, Annabeth looked down herself, at her hands, and made a face. "Ewww!"

"You don't smell much better either! I can get used to this urban look though," Percy confirmed with a small grin.

Percy half helped, half led Annabeth down below deck, and sealed her skull off with earplugs he helped her strip out of her clothes and get into the shower.

Sighing deeply Percy returned back up above where he realized that the boat looked even worse than after the Kraken incident. It was now covered in gore and green monster slime. Pieces of meat, much, and occasionally bone fragments were scattered around what had before been a clean deck. Close to the bow lay half a jawbone as long as he was.

"Fuck!" Percy muttered. "I am definitely going to be cleaning that up," he muttered, empathizing with Silena for a moment, and headed back inside and hastily disarmed the defense system.

Deciding that he didn't quite trust Annabeth's faculties yet he checked on Annabeth and found her rinsing herself off.

She spotted him and smiled, pointing at her ear. "Still can't hear you!" she announced loudly. "Might start temporarily smoking so I can blow smoke out of my ears!"

Percy shook his head in exasperation and helped Annabeth get all the bits out of her hair.

Once they had returned Annabeth to her normal, radiant self.

"I'll clean up!" Percy yelled after she dried herself off and tossed the earplugs in the bin.

Ignoring him she began to head to the hatch so Percy spun her around and threw her over her shoulder.

"I can walk!" Annabeth yelled, punching his back until he set her down on the bed.

"Rest, you took it rough there."

"Yes, mom," Annabeth replied and rolled her eyes, not bothering to get dressed yet.

"That's daddy for you, Ms. Chase!" he replied because she couldn't hear a word of what he said.

Annabeth Chase

It turned out their engine had taken a bigger beating than they had initially expected, during the rough seas the maelstrom the sea chests had pulled air, and it had caused some damage. Not that Percy could tell her, that she had to figure it out herself.

So after Percy was finally satisfied she was okay he finally allowed her to get up from the bed without putting up a fuss. In the end, she had rested for two hours, not being able to say no to Percy's concerned baby seal eyes in which she had been mildly aware of Percy using his powers to clean the boat off. Though finally he came in, and had informed her of their engine problems in ancient Greek script on paper.

So Annabeth led Percy down into the boat-crapped engine compartment through a hatch and went to work. It wasn't the easiest task. Percy knew jack shit about engines and Annabeth had only a little experience in marine engineering. It also didn't help that the maintenance manuals were all in English and she couldn't hear anything Percy was saying with her eardrums still out of commission.

So it took her two hours to figure out what had actually happened, and three more to actually fix the problem.

When she returned to the boat's main area close to the evening, her last clean and not torn-up shirt covered in oil and grime stains she was rewarded with a smile from Percy. It was open, unbothered, and full of affection and made her heart do a little skip, and was already doing the laundry, and was trying to wash her older shirt. Being a sea god, he was having a surprising amount of success with the task.

"What is the verdict?" Percy asked, at least that was what she thought she had said, judging by his lips. She wasn't deaf, not exactly. It was like she was underwater and hearing people talk above the surface. Faint, distant, and incompressible.

"She'll run, I think," Annabeth announced loudly. "Not my area of expertise though. I'm not a tinkerer like Leo."

Percy popped her two thumbs up and held her almost clean shirt up. "You'll probably need a new one," he announced.

Hoping that it was what he had actually said she grinned and nodded. "You have no idea though how many of those I've gone through over the past few years."

Percy hung it up to dry and then a moment later she felt the boat begin to tremble again as the engine pureed to life and they were back underway.

Annabeth soon joined Percy with two bottles of coke. He had done a reasonable job cleaning up topside,...or showing husband material how Silena used to put it when a guy showed potential for more serious things. Keeping things orderly had never been a specialty of hers.

They quickly checked in with Silena, only to find her halfway through a Lord of the Rings director's cut edition with Silena and Clarisse cheering as the elves marched into Helm Deep. They quickly ended the call and didn't disturb them any further.

After a few hours, they passed the burned-out and crumbling ruins of Circe's former residence.

The patch of buildings was burned to the ground. If the beach's sunscreen only the center poles and wire ribbing was left and it looked like Blackbeard had gibbeted a few of the Spa's former employees. Their exposed skeletons had already turned yellow under the exposure of the elements.

They moored up to the pier and walked up to the beach. Written in charcoal on a wooden board stood in ancient Greek a message signed by one Edward Teach. While she could barely read English on the very best of days, the ancient Greek was easy enough to decipher.

The following women have been declared witches with only malice in their hearts. For many centuries these women have lured the men of the sea to their lair with welcoming words and friendly smiles, only to betray the rules of hospitality. My crew has taken its compensation from these women for a week, and now it is on me as the Captain, chosen by the crew to lead us in our endeavors, to finally pass judgment and so consign these retches to the Elements. My only regret is that two Spanish women have escaped our justice so we may only curse their names. May no man of honor or otherwise fall victim to their venomous charms.

Signed by Edward Teach

"This would explain why Reyna was so cross with you when the two of you first met," she exclaimed, hoping sincerely that these girls had been dead by the time their bodies had been stuck in their cages. Though judging by some of the bronze restraints and rotting ropes she doubted the pirates had shown their former captors any such consideration. No, they had raped and then either enslaved or killed the lot of them. There weren't enough skeletons hung up for all the employees she had seen years ago, so she figured the pirates had found other uses for the rest.

Percy didn't answer and looked off into the sea with a faraway look in his eyes.

Percy said something but she didn't catch it.

When she gazed at him with an empty expression he repeated much louder. "We should take them down," he announced, much louder this time. "It just doesn't seem right." By now Annabeth was getting the hang of lip reading so she nodded and helped Percy take down the cages and gather all the bones they could find in an old and rotting rowboat that had somehow survived all this time. After piling up pinewood around and over it, and finally pouring half a gasoline over the top they lit the funeral pyre on fire.

As they left the island Annabeth repeatedly looked back at the bonfire and the pillar of smoke rising into the early evening sky. It was rare that she got confronted with the fallout of her exploits in such a direct manner. Did it change much? Not really. These were tactical decisions made under extreme duress and she hadn't been afforded the chance to weigh her options more carefully. Such was the lot of a daughter of Athena. Still, it had been a good reminder.

She shot Percy a few tentative glances. Percy had always been softer than her and she figured he might have taken this a lot harder than she had.

Once the island had disappeared over the horizon, Percy idled the engine and began to stare at the maps of the sea of monsters.

"What?" Annabeth asked, brushing his arm with her hand.

When she couldn't understand his response Percy sighed and typed it in on the computer. "Why didn't Circe just rebuild here?"

Annabeth shrugged. "Why does Circe do anything? Why didn't she defend her servants or offer them a proper burial? Perhaps she couldn't handle the humiliation? Or Blackbeard and his band of merry rapists got the better of her and she dared not to return to the same place out of fear they might return. Honestly, it is quite baffling that we haven't heard anything from Blackbeard since the incident. I spent a few months expecting him to turn up at camp but obviously, nothing came of it."

Throughout the night her hearing returned. After eating a square of Ambrosia every thirty minutes or so the healing process had sped up considerably. For a few minutes, she felt an odd pressure on her ears that quickly dissipated as if she were surfacing from a deep pool. Once again she could hear the sound of waves striking the hull and the motor's relaxed hum.

"I can hear again," she announced with a grin. "I think."

"Damn, I was lining up blond jokes," Percy muttered and Annabeth slapped his arm.

Chapter Text

Annabeth Chase

With her not being on the pill, Percy not having brought any countermeasures either, and her faith in Percy's pullout game being as unwavering as in his character, their sex life more or less ground to a halt. Sure, they could have offered each other some oral services, and they might very well have done just that, but with a pregnancy scare still hanging heavily in the air, the mood was somewhat ruined. She had spent much of that night dreading the possibility and realized that she wasn't actually that horrified by the idea. Sure, it would effectively derail any plans she had for the immediate future, but if it turned out she was pregnant, then she wouldn't be overly upset either.

Her trust in Percy's moral character and affection for her was absolute, and even with all the arguments they had shared over the past years, she had yet to find him wanting. So there was no doubt in her mind that should they have done the stupid, he would support her in any way possible and not end up being a no-show.

Her cabin, though, would probably despair as a second girl of their number had suffered a whoopsie.

As much as Percy wanted to rely on ancient nautical maps, navigating the Sea of Monsters was only a little more reliable than navigating the Labyrinth had been. No matter how much planning and navigating they did, they would wash up on whatever shores pleased the fates. Distances too were a fickle thing.

So for the first time since they got back together, there was a complete absence of sex, and they continued on with their voyage until around midnight, playing cards as they did together.

As it turned out, you actually got to spend a lot more time talking when you didn't take advantage of every possible excuse to get frisky.

They hadn't expected to find any land so soon, so when she first laid eyes on the landmass ahead at around twenty hundred hours, something in her heart sank. For some reason, the place had something familiar to it. Was it the shape? Or the taste in the air? She could not quite place it. The omens didn't bode well. The sun was quickly sinking below the horizon, and before long, they were steaming right into a thick, ominous wall of fog.

A cold, humid breeze whistled through the pilot's house and let goosebumps pop up all over her hair arms and legs.

Noticing this, Percy swiftly closed the windows and turned up the heating.

After a few moments, it finally made click.

They were approaching the island of the sirens.

"All engines stop," she warned.

Without hesitation, Percy did as she said and gave her a questioning look. "We are approaching the island of the Sirens," she announced. Years ago her hubris had almost killed her here when she had torn free from her bonds and thrown herself into the ocean in her desire to follow the vision to their origin. Percy had saved her on that occasion at the very last moment by dragging her back into the safety of the cold depths mere moments before she would have happily let herself be torn to shreds.

"It's not supposed to be here," Percy began, but Annabeth gave him a very long look.

"You are a child of the sea, Percy..." Annabeth reminded softly. "Out here, the winds of fate take as much part in guiding our path as the tides do. Distance, space, ...navigating these waters has always been a conundrum for even the wisest of scholars."

"Then why did we do all this planning?" Percy asked in exasperation.

Annabeth smiled sheepishly. "I like feeling prepared..." It was only partly true; she had also enjoyed spending time with Percy after so long apart.

"So listen Percy..." she finally began. They said curiosity had killed the cat...well, those were two things she might very have in common with the referenced cat one day.

"No," Percy replied flatly.

"You don't even know what I was going to suggest?" Annabeth complained.

Percy looked out into the foggy murk. "You were going to tell me you want to repeat last time's experiment," Percy announced with an amount of confidence that took her aback.

Annabeth was silent. The idea of anyone being able to read her like that...even Percy was scary, to be honest.

"How-?"

"We've been best friends for over six years, woman. I've had a crush on you for most of that time. I know you, Annabeth," Percy explained. "Also, it wasn't the hardest of deductions."

Annabeth forced the frown off her face. Again, the idea of Percy knowing her so well was both terrifying and at the same time oddly gratifying. As if this was merely the product of all the time and heart she had invested in their bond... She didn't know what, to be honest, but it certainly felt important.

"Someone is using big words," she mused, saying the first thing that came to mind. It was a quick quip that didn't require much of her brain runtime, allowing her to further ponder the world around her and her insignificant place in it.

"I know these comments are our thing, but sometimes it gets hurtful," Percy admitted after a moment of silence.

"Hmm?" Annabeth asked, taking a few long moments to guide her mind back to the present.

"Calling me stupid and stuff," Percy explained, not meeting her gaze. "The nickname is cute and everything, but sometimes it gets too much."

Annabeth looked at him for a few long seconds, as her thoughts rushed through their shared experiences and the long list of stupid comments, which in many cases had been her clumsy attempt at flirting, her equivalent to the way some boys pulled on girls' ponytails on the playground. But now that she thought of it...

"Gods, I am sorry," Annabeth burst out, her cheeks suddenly warming up in shame.

"It's fine-" Percy began, but Annabeth wasn't finished.

"I was quite awful at times...I am so sorry."

Percy cracked a smile and placed a hand on her arm. "You're fine."

"For the record," Annabeth began, feeling the strange need to explain herself. "You really aren't stupid. You aren't an academic by any means..."

"Gods, Annabeth. You are really bad at apologizing. You know that?"

Annabeth bounced a bit in her chair, suddenly feeling rather anxious.

"I wasn't finished. I just wanted to say that in your way, you have a really impressive mind, and I would love to be able to hear your thoughts. The things you have accomplished, gathering people to our cause and getting them to be happy following you into even those most desperate of fights or how you always seem to beat the odds. Even before you became a god, when people looked at you... they never saw you as some boy. You always had this thing. I don't know how to describe it. You are more like some of the heroes of ancient times, the great champions of our era. There is an air of destiny around you. Honestly, you are one of the smartest people I've ever met. And don't let that get to your head. While you might be a paragon, you are still my Seaweed brain."

Before things could get awkward after her speech, she added, "Most importantly, you are kind, and despite being a mighty warrior, you are a gentle soul. And you are hopelessly, stupidly brave. Those were the things that made me fall in love with you. Doesn't hurt that you are also really good-looking. I know I'm messed up, but you just took me as me and let me feel like I was enough..." Annabeth trailed off, and for a long moment, they looked out into the dark gloom.

Finally, Percy took her hand.

"Fine, you can listen to the sirens again. It's a good excuse to check out that holding facility. I'll have to shut the escape hatch so that if you somehow get out, you'll have to come by me. For the record, I still think this is a bad idea."

Annabeth offered him her very best smile.

Annabeth led Percy down into the bow and had him secure her wrist in the manacles hanging from the walls after he insisted on patting her down after last time's incident. Whether Percy was genuinely concerned about that, or if he had just taken the excuse to grope her was hard to tell, both of which were fine with her.

Finally, he opened the narrow window at the very front of the boat to let the song in and looked down at her for a moment, that crooked troublemaker grin that had throughout the years made her want to simultaneously scream in frustration and also made her legs feel weak at the same time.

"What?" she demanded.

"You chained up like that...looks kinda hot," Percy admitted, earning himself a glare.

"That...that just made it hotter," Percy added. Finally, he kissed her on the forehead and left her alone. A few minutes later, the engine awoke, and they were steaming towards the siren.

At first, only the faintest hint of an otherworldly melody got carried to her on the ocean breeze. It was only short snips carried from distant tongues, but even this hint was enough to fill her heart with a melancholic longing that reminded her of those pathetic daydreams she started having involving Percy after he had come for her when Luke and Atlas had held her as the prisoner. Her mind shifted to the groping she had been forced to endure by one of her jailers, some dude in his late twenties to earn herself her one daily meal, not that she had much worth groping at the time.

Her fists clenched at the unpleasant memories. She had told no one of this and had begged Artemis to keep quiet about it. He had been so much bigger and stronger than her...

For a daughter of Athena, one who fashioned herself a dauntless warrior in her own right, feeling that helpless and small had been a sobering experience. She hadn't really cared what others would have thought about it, though she didn't think she could have stomached Percy looking at her with pity in his eyes. He and Sally had been fussing over her afterward for more than a week anyway. Anyway, she had had the last laugh there. During the battle for Manhattan, she had recognized the pervert and in the fray and had forced him into a battle. Annabeth had grappled with him on the floor. She doubted he had recognized her under her war helmet, even in the end. Still, she had watched him choke on his own blood with some satisfaction after ramming a dagger into his throat.

With that happy memory to send her off, the first strong tune teased her ears, and every hair on her body rose in response.

Suddenly she found herself sitting in the driver's seat of a blue Minny. The reflection in the rear-view mirror told her she was older, in her mid-twenties perhaps. A set of smart-looking shades was perched on her nose as she drove down a suburban road. It was a beautiful late summer afternoon. The sprinkler systems across the entire front street were running.

Finally, she pulled into the driveway of a suburban home. It was on the larger side, but not huge, with a garage that offered enough space for two cars. The property was cared for but not overly orderly. Children's toys lay scattered across the lawn.

Annabeth parked on the driveway, looking around with mild skepticism. It was too quiet.

Suddenly something knee-high with a mane of long black curls burst from the hedge and dashed through the spray. She was in a neat school uniform and giggled like a lunatic as she sprinted towards Annabeth fast enough to put any nymph to shame.

The girl was a spitting image of herself, maybe four or five years old, only where Annabeth was gray-eyed and golden-blond, the girl's eyes were a sparkling sea green, and her long dark curls were darker. Her complexion was a warm olive.

"Mommy," the girl screamed, dashing towards her and hiding behind her back. "Daddy has gone crazy!"

"What?" she started.

A moment later, a dark-haired man burst from the front door, completely shirtless. He was built like a Greek god, with a deep chest, wide back, and dark beard. If it were possible to drown in testosterone, this dude would be a prime candidate. To complete the picture, a celestial bronze sword glowed in his hand.

"Where are you, little backstabbing brat?" Percy yelled, looking around and very obviously missing the girl poorly concealed behind him.

"What is going on?" Annabeth asked, trying to hide her smile.

"The little shit blew the main water line at her school, flooded half the building," he exclaimed. "I am trying to ground her, but the little brat is too fast!"

"Sucker!" the girl shrieked and dashed off again. "English is for losers!" she screamed over her shoulder.

"We shouldn't have let Thalia and the Hunt babysit her," Annabeth mused. "We should have known she would return armed with a potent arsenal of curse words."

With her daughter out of sight, she walked up to Percy and kissed her husband straight on the lips, letting her fingers slide over his wet skin.

"You aren't angry with her?" Annabeth asked.

"Never been prouder," Percy admitted and laughed, those dreamy green eyes of his sparkling like the ocean at sunset.

"Do we need to find a new school?"

Percy shrugged and tossed the sword over his shoulder. "Who cares? Though I'd like to see them trying to pin this on her. Now, said about trying for number two," Percy began, that troublemaker grin that had caused her so many headaches written across his face again. Percy closed the distance and kissed her deeply, his strong hand coming to rest on the small of her back.

"Seaweed Brain!" Annabeth laughed. "Let me get home first...we just started getting to sleep at night...!"

Percy put a finger on her lips. "Who cares, woman," he said softly. "I just love you, and that's all that matters. Call it what you want, but I want to put another brat into you," he whispered and pressed his lips against hers.

With a heavy heart, she pulled away from Percy's grasp. "We talked about this; it's a huge decision," Annabeth moaned, trying hard not to smile.

"Or we wait until Penelope is asleep and go for another happy mistake?" Percy suggested. "I'll do the thing..."

"Fine," Annabeth grunted, trying to look like it had been a hard sell. "Maybe your mom will not look at us as if we were a disappointment this time..."

"Hey, she hugged you..." Percy complained. "And threw a sandal at me!"

Annabeth winked at him and kissed him deeply.

"Eww, you guys are gross!" Penelope complained from between the bushes and used her powers to direct a jet of water at them with her powers.

Percy deflected it and sighed, a wild grin plastered across his face.

"Go, Seaweed Brain, humble our daughter!"

Percy mock-saluted and charged after her like some psychotic war god.

Shaking her head in exasperation, she followed the two dripping-wet idiots. As she walked, she made a mental note to herself: Never leave Penelope unsupervised with either Thalia or Poseidon.

Annabeth followed her family into the house only to find Percy holding their shrieking and laughing daughter down as he tickled her without mercy.

"Dad!" she squealed between gasps for breath as Percy dug his finger into her ribs and abdomen. Her daughter squirmed and kicked but was completely helpless. Annabeth could empathize with her daughter's plight, whose face was as red as a tomato as she gasped for air as she laughed. She herself took pride in her own martial prowess, but she was yet to win a single tickle fight with Percy.

Finally, Percy had had enough of torturing their daughter and let Penelope sit up.

"Mommy, help me?" she cried out dramatically, reaching out to her with a grin.

When Annabeth took her daughter's small hand, Percy cut in, grabbed her wrist, and pulled Annabeth down to join them.

Annabeth conceded and sat down on Penelope's other side and admired her entire pride, her little family. The first real one she had ever had, and she was doing everything humanly possible to make sure the little girl had a better life than she had had.

"What?" Percy asked, and Annabeth realized that she had two sets of almost identical green eyes looking up at her expectantly. Even their expressions were almost identical, a troublemaker grin.

"Nothing, I love you guys," Annabeth whispered.

Suddenly, the air grew considerably colder around her, and the golden late-summer glow faded, replaced by cold moonlight seeping in through a narrow window.

Thick rivers of tears were running down her cheeks, and her wrists burned like they were on fire. Something warm and wet was slowly running down her arm.

Her soul still yearned to return to the place she had been forced from mere moments ago. She looked around in confusion, taking in bronze jailhouse bars and the manacles that were keeping her in place.

It took her a few moments to regain her wits and realize where she was and what was going on. It looked like she had tried to tear herself free so violently that the dull celestial bronze had cut into her flesh.

Suddenly, there was the sound of a lock clicking and the screech of metal hinges, and she looked up to see Percy rushing in.

"Gods, Annabeth, what did you do?" he asked, looking down at her in concern and immediately unlocked the manacles and embraced her tightly.

"Nothing..." Annabeth replied, her voice feeling hoarse and her throat dry. Already the mental image of what might have been her daughter in some dead future was already fading from her memory, regardless of how hard she tried to hold onto it.

"Come on," Percy said and gently guided her out of the brig and into the main room, which was well enough because her legs were unsteady and her thoughts distant, despite the very acute pain she was in.

"I should have checked on you," Percy rambled. "But the currents were so strong, and I was afraid that we would get washed up on the reef..."

Annabeth barely heard him or noticed as he force-fed her ambrosia and nectar before bandaging her wrists. "Fuck, these are deep!" he groaned, looking down at her cuts.

Finally, her gaze met his, and finally, she returned to the here and now as she lost herself in his eyes, full of genuine concern and affection.

Ignoring that he was still fussing over her, she sank off the chair right into him, wrapping her arms around him tightly. After a moment, Percy returned the embrace and held her against his chest.

"Was it bad?" Percy asked when she began sobbing again.

"No..." she sniffed.

"Want to talk about it?" he asked.

"No," she replied. As romantic as it might seem to a casual observer, there was no way in hell she would ever share that her deepest heart's desire was to have babies with Percy. "I'll be fine, Seaweed Brain," she promised. "Get back to the helm; we really don't want to run into any more clusterfucks."

Chapter Text

Percy Jackson

Percy appreciated that blowjob. He really did, especially because they really weren't Annabeth's favorite thing in the world. In fact, he had the distinct suspicion that the skull fuck she had received during the beginning had been more down her lane than her kneeling in front of him and having to try to get him off. Ever since the beginning of their ongoing pregnancy scare the amount of sex he had gotten had done down to zero. It had been forced to stick to cuddles and the occasional groping.

So this was the first really consideration of this sort she had paid him after he complained about being horny and her flat-out telling him she had zero faith in his pullout game. The only risk with these considerations was that their impulse control would fail and they would take it all the way.

Percy bit back grunts as Annabeth worked, shifting between, sucking, jerking him off, and offering his balls attention as well. She had even pulled off her shirt, both to spare it any stains and to sweeten the view but as usual, her gray eyes kept his attention captivated. They were stunning. It turned out that despite her best efforts, it fell on him to him to finish it himself. In the last moments, she sucked hard on his length and took the load, partly because he really liked it when pretty women did that, and partly because it conveniently spared them the cleanup effort.

"Thanks," Percy replied.

"Anytime," Annabeth announced and rose to her feet, pulling on her shirt in the process.

"Good to know you were paying good attention," Annabeth remarked business-like manner and downed a few gulps of soda, and nodded at the surface radar. Just on the edge of the range, a landmass had appeared some while ago.

"Hey, if you were into women and had yourself kneeling in front of you with your tits out, navigation would be the last thing on your mind!"

"Well, can't fault you for that," Annabeth reasoned, looking rather pleased with herself. She had always been susceptible to flattery.

After sitting down on his lap she raised the binoculars to her eyes and stared out ahead. "So no dessert for me?" Percy asked jokingly as he discreetly felt Annabeth up.

"Oh cut it out. This is not the time, Seaweed Brain!" Annabeth growled, pushing his hands away. "I already gave you things I promised myself years ago that in in the name of feminism, I would never do..." Annabeth trailed off as she studied the horizon.

"What about that deep throating during round one?" Percy asked curiously.

"That will never be talked about again. It was hot, it was sexy and really uncomfortable and we will never talk about it again," Annabeth explained mildly. "Ah there it is, it's bigger than last time," Annabeth remarked and held the binoculars out to Percy.

With one arm wrapped around Annabeth's waist, he accepted the optics and looked off into the distance.

There in the distance was an island, though through the haze it was hard to tell any more details.

"They can't see us this far out," Annabeth mused. "We should wait and attack at dawn."

"Looks like the island has a few mountains in the middle," Percy announced brightly. "We could sneak up to the spa from behind."

"Do you know what side Circe is supposed to be based on? If we can see them, we run risk of being discovered ourselves and I would rather not have them waiting for us," Annabeth argued calmly, leaning against him heavily. "Besides, we lack the numbers and our enemy likely lack the readiness for a rear attack to make any actual differences."

"How about we make landfall shortly before dawn," Percy suggested and Annabeth kissed his cheek. "Ah, a dawn raid, just like during the Titian war?"

"Pretty much," Percy agreed. "We go in, find Circe, knock a few heads together. Don't forget to pack those Multivitamins."

"Fine," she agreed.

"Let us at least back off a mile or two more in case someone just decides to take a hike, I would rather not face a prepared enemy," he decided.

When Annabeth nodded in agreement, he turned them around and they fell back to a sandbank and once again dropped the anchor.

That evening they kept their position and navigation lights and put their blankets in the pilot's house and set an early alarm. Neither of them slept that night. Despite their earlier bravado and confidence, suddenly neither of them felt overly confident. They were facing a goddess in her own right and her disciples. Seasoned warriors or not, that did not bode well for them.

By the time the alarm rang at half-past four in the morning, neither of them had slept much. They pulled on their armor, started the engine, and began to slowboat towards the island.

The Spa itself looked much like the old one, a number of straw umbrellas to shield from the sun surrounded by deckchairs with a hotel surrounded by a few larger buildings and what looked like beachside bars further up at the tree line.

So, that night they approached the pear at dead slow ahead. Dressed in bronze armor, they jumped onto the pier and moored the Fero. Just as the horizon turned gray, they snuck up the beach, rushing from the palaces where shadows were the darkest. With swords in hand, they finally reached what looked like a makeshift beachfront changing rooms and looked around, doing their best to stay out of sight. Lights burned behind some of the windows.

Suddenly, wisps of distant voices reached their ears.

"There," Annabeth whispered, pointing out two figures in the shadows, huddling between the trees right off the main complex, a few hundred feet away.

With practiced ease, they approached, slipping from cover to cover, with their weapons hidden away so the glow wouldn't betray them. A hundred feet or so further left, they slipped into the cover of the trees and basically came around a hook until they could approach the figures from cover. Moving quietly through the underbrush was hard enough, but finally, they were able to sneak up on two girls, one brunette, and one blond. Neither of them were older than thirteen and shorter than either of them by at least a heads length.

"Why is this so hard?" the blond asked with frustration.

"I just did as Circe said. Let the energy flow through you and concentrate on what you want to do!" the girl explained, oblivious to the two hiding behind palm trees mere feet away in the shadows.

Percy glanced at Annabeth and marveled at how beautiful she was. Even in the darkness, he noted that her expression was hard and she was holding a softly glowing dagger in her right hand.

Percy feverishly shook his head. When he held her gaze she cocked her head and Percy imagined she was giving him an exasperated look. To his relief, she still put the dagger away. Before Percy could lose much thought over Annabeth's readiness to kill the brunette declared "Fotiá!"

A violet flame burst to life in Mandy's hand and they watched with mild concern as the other girl stared at it with admiration. "You will see, Circe is the way to true power. In a few years, no one will be able to match you either!" Mandy explained with sincerity ringing in her voice.

Annabeth pointed first at herself and then at Mandy who was closer to her, and then at Percy and then the second girl.

Percy nodded, mildly surprised by Annabeth's open willingness to take on the more talented. Then she had taken the vitamines, so perhaps this provided her with the required confidence.

Percy missed what was said next but finally, Mandy said, "We should get back to the dormitories. Our lady is expecting a boat from Miami tomorrow with a few guests. Only women this time, so no magic will be required. Still, we need to look presentable!"

It was now or never, Percy realized. Annabeth did as well because she raised three fingers and began to count down. Three,...the first finger got folded. Two, the second finger fell. One, the time for thinking was just about over. Zero!

They rounded their cover and charged towards the two girls. They closed the distance in mere heartbeats.

"Whoa!" the Mandy began, the flame in her hand spluttering and dying as the two girls stumbled back in shock. Then they were upon them.

Percy considered doing something fancy with Riptide but metal blades tended to leave lasting wounds. So instead he grabbed the blond by her shoulders and rammed his knee into her stomach, almost lifting her off her feet with the force of the impact, knocking all air from her lungs. Any scream she wished to utter in the process was cut short then and there. To finish her off Percy swung a right hook, his fist connecting with the girl's skill hard enough to make him wince in sympathy. Unless it was fair combat, he did not like hitting girls.

In the darkness, she did look a bit like Annabeth so the punch to the side of the face hard that delivered her into the realm of dreams was cast only reluctantly.

Annabeth was not so disadvantaged. The girl tried to summon her flame again but her hands were knocked aside by a slap from Annabeth. With two confident and swift steps, she outflanked Mandy, and a heartbeat later she had the girl locked in a chokehold, trapping any scream in her throat as she cut off the carotid artery with a surgeon's precision. He could empathize. When he and Annabeth had spared together without weapons for the first time he had ended up in the very same position after a few seconds and woken up on the arena's floor half a minute later.

For a few moments, Mandy struggled before she finally went limp. With barely any sound at all, Annabeth let Mandy's unconscious body glide down into the sand.

From her backpack, Annabeth produced two pairs lengths of paracord and handed one set to Percy before securing the girl's wrists and ankles while Percy forced a strip of cloth into the girl's mouth and secured it by wrapping duct tape around the girl's head.

Still requiring answers so Annabeth only covered Mandy's mouth with a hand and tapped her cheek a few times until she came around. As she did Annabeth produced her dagger again and held it to the girl's throats.

Mandy looked up into at daughter of Athena's with wide, fearful eyes. "Try to scream and I'll cut your throat," Annabeth warned in a surprisingly soft voice. Once again Percy was struck by the fact that either Annabeth was a very good actor or she was deadly serious about her threats. He very much hoped for the first option.

"Where is Circe?" she asked just as the second girl started to come around again forcing Percy to kneel down next to her.

Stay down, stay quiet! We are here to execute the will of Zeus, you need not come to harm," Percy warned and smiled apologetically down at his own charge, imagining that this might very well be a younger version of Reyna and Hylla. It would not do to traumatize them at all. The girl looked up at him, took in his armor and bulk, and hastily nodded as if understanding.

Once again Annabeth lacked his hesitance, for she pressed the top of her dagger harder against Mandy's throat when Mandy didn't answer. "Between the collage and the hotel is a path that leads up to a clearing. Lady Circe and the older girls are practicing magic there," Mandy coughed up.

Annabeth raised an eyebrow. "You are lying," Annabeth announced grimly and increased the pressure from the dagger by just a fraction. Percy did not see it, but he took Annabeth's word for it. "I would not recommend lying again," the daughter of Athena warned ominously.

"She should be in her sweet,... main building" the girl finally hissed.

"Good girl," Annabeth replied.

"Though if I find out you are lying I will be back," she whispered. Then she also gagged the girl in a similar manner to how he had.

"You do not want that," Annabeth added, for good measure. In a measured motion, she shifted into a sleeper hold and put Mandy out of commission once again.

"They can still move too much," Annabeth decided and they zip-tied the two girls together by their wrists and ankles as, forcing them to lie on their sides with their backs to each other.

"Don't cause trouble," Annabeth warned, her voice cold as ice. "Letting you live goes against the grain as it is. However, Lord Perseus is a bit squeamish about sound doctrine."

As they left Percy glanced at Annabeth. "You scare me sometimes, Wise Girl."

"I know," Annabeth replied and grinned at him, looking awfully pleased with herself.

They snuck towards the hotel and across the deserted, moonlit, courtyard and into the hotel lobby. "Circe did rebuild quickly, I wanna know how she got the building permit on this short notice," Annabeth whispered and ate another multivitamin. "It would take me years to get those for this kind of prime realestate and I am the chief architect on Olympus. Not to mention the environmental impact studies with those pesky Satyrs trying to block me in every public hearing."

"Well, feel free to ask her once we have her locked up," Percy hissed back.

The hotel lobby was a grand hall, with a fountain in the middle complete with swans sitting in it. The carpet was purple, and the walls gray. Another teenage girl, sitting at the reception desk, was watching TV on a computer screen.

"Where do you think this Circe's room is," she asked.

"Fourth floor?" Percy suggested. It was the top floor and if Percy had to pick a place to put his own residence, it would be there. It offered a commanding view of the beach, and as a New Yorker, he always assumed the penthouses were on the top floors.

With the receptionist otherwise occupied they managed to slip through the lobby and reach the staircase unchallenged, bypassing the elevators entirely. "These stairs aren't up to code," Annabeth grumbled to herself.

"You're just upset Circe didn't hire you to design this place," Percy joked and earned a playful shove. "Magic can fail, solid construction and respecting the regulations can't," she defended herself before the two of them rushed up the stairs to the top floor and stepped out into a hallway lined with rooms and an imposing purple carpet.

Just as they walked, one of the rooms opened and four giggling women around their age burst out and froze as they saw the duo hurrying down the hall.

Percy almost groaned, as of this moment all bets were up.

As one Percy and Annabeth raised their blades and rushed forward.

The girl's eyes widened but they were not to be as easily overcome as their two younger peers were.

The three girls hastily backed off, their hands raised, and began to chant furiously, their voices overlapping, making each voice indistinguishable.

Two of the girls summoned fire to their hands, while a third squeardes of glowing black lightning.

The fourth one, arguably choosing the less flashy approach, became the first real threat.

As the first two girls lobbed their fireballs at them the carpets suddenly flicked up in their direction like a wave or rolling whip, absorbing the fireball but knocking both of them clean off their feet.

They crash-landed back in front of the door they had entered the hallway from just moments earlier and with groans and curses, they struggled to their feet.

"Now would be the time for some godly stuff, you know," Annabeth announced.

The girl with the lightning raised her hands and sent an arc of energy toward Annabeth. The daughter of Athena boldly raised her blade in defense and by the grace of the gods she somehow managed to catch the lightning on her blade. Perhaps it was the Multivitamins or the arcane properties of celestial bronze. But the blade absorbed the blast and when Annabeth flourished it at the original caster the lightning jumped back and smacked the young woman dead in the stomach.

She froze, quite literally as if struck by lightning before collapsing in a heap, her skin smoking and her body curling from uncontrolled spasms.

Just as Percy was about to finally offer a proper reckoning of himself in this fight the large double doors at the back of the hall flew open revealing a tall and all too familiar beautiful woman with long dark hair braided with threads of gold, warm complexion, and piercing green eyes. If he had to guess she looked like she was in her mid to late thirties. Perhaps even early forties, though she still looked attractive. Just as last time she wore an elegant black dress.

"Bravo!" she cried out, slowly clapping as she approached. "Bravo, a display worthy of a daughter of Athena!"

Circe slowly strolled forward, beaming at them warmly. He might be obtuse at times, but even he could see the malice burning in her eyes.

The goddess looked at him like those teachers that pretended to be nice but the moment no other authority figure was close by suddenly turned into a psychotic lunatic. Authority figures, there weren't any. Or was he supposed to be it?

"Now, drop your silly little toys if you know what is good for you," the goddess offered, her voice as sweet as caramel.

"Are you going to try to recruit me again?" Annabeth inquired doubtfully and demonstratively, tossed up another vitamin, and caught it in her mouth.

"Pah!" Circe exclaimed. "I offered you a glorious future at my side. You could have had everything!"

"I am literally a hero of Olympus," Annabeth countered. "Didn't need your little self-help group after all. You are like the hunt, just less cool."

Whatever warmth there was in Circe's smile melted away. "You will curse that day you came to my island. Five years, and my aides and I still haven't finished rebuilding. I heard your friend here keeps another woman at his home. I am sure Chrysaor can help me find a similar arrangement for you somewhere! And you Perseus, I might not be able to kill you, but I can still send your essence back to that upstart father of yours after I cut you into pieces and then burn you into ashes!"

"Yeah right," Annabeth snorted.

"Scoff all you want. Zeus was a fool to send you alone, did he really believe us renegade gods would just quietly submit to his will?"

Suddenly Percy had an idea. It was certainly stupid, but Circe clearly hated their guts for burning down her last Spa and men in general, so with any luck she double hated him.

"Are you on your period or why are you being so bitchy?" Percy asked bluntly, thinking feverishly to keep it his train of insults unbroken. "Now how about your shut up, or I am going to put you down across my lap and teach you some proper manners."

"You will regret that," Circe snarled at them. Suddenly all anger melted from the goddess's face.

"You assume your vitamins will protect you. We've had weeks to prepare for your return, did you really believe we wouldn't be ready for you?" she asked.

Annabeth shrugged. "It has been working out for us so far. To be honest, you have jet to impress me."

Circe clapped once and as one every single door in the hallway opened and teenage girls started filing out. They were dozens of them and every one of them was glaring at them.

Circe raised a hand and suddenly a loud tearing sound filled the room and the carpet came to life, wrapping itself around Annabeth's ankles and then legs before swiftly ensnaring torso and arms.

"What the fuck!" Annabeth hissed and slashed at the carpet.

The celestial bronze blade cut through the fabric but soon her elbows and arms were trapped at her sides and she was unable to wield the sword clutched in her hand.

"Now Perseus, you are all alone. Your little sidekick can not help you now," Circe announced.

"Why do you people keep insisting on trying this?" Percy asked in exasperation.

"Girls, seize him!" Circe cries out.

Annabeth had given up struggling and was looking at him with shining, hard eyes.

The first overconfident teen jumped at him, a girl maybe seventeen years old, with short curly brown hair. Percy downed her quick a quick jab with his freehand. He could feel her nose breaking under his fist and her head being knocked back.

Girl one went down like a sack and rolled on the ground, groaning as she clutched her broken nose.

"Now, here are the rules," Percy announced, his deep voice ringing out over the higher register screams of the crowd. "No scratching, no biting, and no running off and crying to mommy and daddy when I'm done with you."

On the bright side, it worked beautifully. The small army of sorceresses his and screamed in rage. On the downside, he was surrounded by two dozen angry girls and one minor goddess, and Annabeth was incapacitated. Make of that what you will.

Heartbeats later Percy was swarmed by a sea of nails, makeup, and enraged hissing noises. He only had time to turn and bring Riptide around in one, ferocious and deadly arc. The enchanted metal cut through the flesh of two of his attackers and a spray of blood filled the air. A moment later he was brought down by countless small hands, slowly subduing his superior strength by their sheer weight. Painstakingly manicured fingernails scratched over his face, his head was pulled around as girls yanked on fistfuls of his and Percy tried to swing again but even more, girls happily grabbed hold of his sword arm and weighed it down.

In his earlier years, he had sometimes imagined what it would be like to be overpowered by an army of girls, not in control of their passions. As he could once again attest too, the reality once again turned out to be less appealing than the realm of fantasy promised.

Despite his best efforts, Percy fell to his knees just as the girls began to produce an impressive amounts of swords and daggers from their rooms.

"You see," Circe said, suddenly appearing in the crowd in front of him. "All men end up on their knees, now it is time you pay for the pain you have brought me and my adepts at the hands of those pirates."

"I am sure them making you airtight improved you considerably," Percy grunted, trying to shove off the girls.

It clearly wasn't the smartest thing to say and he wasn't surprised when Circe slapped him across the face.

"Still insolent?" Circe asked. "We'll see how long your attitude will hold while we make your little bitch scream!"

Percy caught sight of Annabeth, ensnared by strips of heavy purple carpets while two of three girls were pulling at her long blond hair. Another was wildly waving a short knife around in her face.

"Abigail! Serena! Chrysaor will pay well for her, so do not scar her face too much!" Circe chided her adepts and smiled sweetly at him. "Forgive me for getting sidetracked. I underestimated your little whore once, it will not happen again."

Annabeth Chase

Annabeth hated losing. Especially being outplayed and then overpowered by people who she would have wiped the floor in a straight-up fight.

However hard she had struggled against the carpet all her resistance seemed to accomplish was to ensnare her further. So she had fought the urge to further struggle and ceded the fight, choosing instead to stay still and hope that no one would notice that she was still holding her sword, even if she was currently in no position to use it. Percy, for whatever reason had chosen to antagonize Circe and her cronies to the best of his abilities. Why? Annabeth did not know, but it seemed to be his go-to solution for any dicey situation they found themselves in, and in the past it had paid off.

Even when those pesky little brats started hazing her she stayed cool and watched in dismay as Percy, one of the most accomplished warriors of the millennia, was brought to his knees by sheer numbers. Her mind raced as it went through countless scenarios as she sought out a solution to their problems so she barely noticed some brunette fooling around with a knife.

Suddenly she realized that Circe and Percy were looking at her. The cocky grin had disappeared from Percy's face. Circe stared at her with malicious glee, and Percy with concern.

"Hey!" Annabeth complained when one of the girls grabbed her long hair and pulled it back while the girl with the knife stepped behind her.

"Let her go!" Percy yelled.

Why he bothered, she did not know. Annabeth could not imagine a single scenario where Circe would have complied with his demands.

The girl tugged on her ponytail and did something with the knife.

It took her a moment until she realized what they were up to and when she did, rage bubbled up in her stomach. She might have many flaws, but vanity had never been among them. She could count down the number of times she had worn makeup on a single hand, and all of those situations had involved dates with Percy. The first time had been for those fireworks. It hadn't been very much, and she doubted Percy had noticed Silena's handiwork. However, she had always felt that her hair in its natural state had always been among her best features so when a foot-long bundle her golden blond curls fell to the floor next to her feet there was a genuine sense of loss.

Annabeth roared in rage and struggled against the bonds holding her, the laughter of her captors ringing in her ear.

Fortunately, where her rage was marred by its sheer impotence, Percy's wasn't so disadvantaged.

And while the other brats were too angry to notice the faint glow emanating from Percy's body, she did.

Annabeth closed her eyes just moments before a flash of blinding light lit up the hallway. The air filled with the scent of the sea and ozone. A moment later she was drowned in the wett cold.

Annabeth looked around and the salt stung in her eyes. Percy stood where he had been earlier, glowing with an ominous blue aura.

The army of girls was thrashing around in panic, storms of bubbles escaping their mouths as their screams were drowned out. To her delight, Circe didn't look very confident anymore. Her armor was weighing her down, which served her well enough at that moment. Luckily the distraction had broken whatever spell let the carpet play BDSM with her had failed for her restraints loosened and fell away. The lights flickered and swiftly died.

This surreal aquarium moment lasted for only a moment or two because just then the weight of the water broke down every single window and doorway in the hallway and water began to rush out.

Annabeth stayed calm and after a few seconds had reseeded down to their ankles, leaving only her and Percy standing and dozens of teens and Circe spluttering on the floor.

Now it was her turn. First Annabeth made a point to kick the girl that had cut her hair in the face hard, punched a second in the face, and broke a third girl's jaw with the pommel of her sword.

Simultaneously Percy moved into action as well, knocking a dozen or so back down onto the ground with a violent spray of water.

Annabeth hastily hurried the few steps over to Percy and fought at his side, covering his back, and soon found herself trading blows with those of their enemies that were quick on their feet.

One girl came at her with a sword. Annabeth swiftly disarmed her and knocked the flat of her naked blade across her head before cutting the hamstrings of another that was attempting some mischief with magic.

"You dare!" Circe screeched behind her and another flash of red light lit the dripping wet hallway. "I will cut pieces of you!" Circe suddenly screeched. Annabeth was beyond curious to see what was happening behind her, but she was quickly coming under more pressure.

"Do you have any idea how long it takes to renovate a hotel like this!" Circe roared and then suddenly screeched.

Annabeth risked a glance at her lover a moment later and found Percy rolling around on the floor to find Percy grappling with Circe and two other girls on the floor.

The goddess was quite literally sparking from rage, an aura of golden light spreading out around her.

The rest on her side of things were just watching in stunned silence at the grotesque display or gathering themselves up from the floor.

Annabeth spun around and charged, spotting two girls from the initial scuffle lying dead on the floor as she did.

Just before she could turn another teenager into shish kebab another flash of brilliant red light.

She risked another glance behind her just to see Circe setting the tapestry ablaze with a jet fire that Percy had clearly just dodged.

Being soaked down to the concrete, nothing in that hallway should have been flammable. To her surprise however, the arcane flames swiftly spread, even burning on the surface of the water. Percy knocked the girl clutching his leg aside and closed on Circe, delivering a rather impressive uppercut and sending her down onto the wet carpet.

Before Percy could follow up, Circe raised a hand and blasted him, Annabeth, and a handful of maidens off their feet.

"We need to get out of here," Percy yelled as they scrambled back to their feet.

"Hell no!" Annabeth hissed. "Not without Circe!"

Perhaps it was hubris, but after getting roughed up and her hair cut, Annabeth was very reluctant to depart empty-handed.

What every they were going to do they needed to choose soon. Circe's magical fire was swiftly spreading.

Perhaps realizing that things were going very wrong, some of the girls screamed "Fire" and began to run away. One of them even pulled a fire alarm, filling the building with the shrill sound of klaxons wailing. Others raised their hands and tried to extinguish the flames, but whatever they tried, they were clearly failing. At that point, they too routed and fled towards the fire escape.

Circe too rose and looked around and seemed to realize she was suddenly on her own, save for a few still unconscious or dead followers. She was shaking with fury and if looks could kill, they would have perished there and then.

"You two,-" Circe spat, her voice shaking with wrath and summoned spheres of arcane energies in her hands. "Wherever you go...!"

Annabeth did not want to find out what those dodgeballs of flickering light could do so she did the first thing that came to mind and threw her sword. The blade turned over once in the air before impaling Circe through the abdomen.

Silena Beauregard

There were a few advantages of having a friendly hellhound in the house. Aside from excelling at scaring away salesmen providing a very convenient if admittedly hairdo-unfriendly transport method was among them.

So after making herself transportable again she walked up to the suburban home's doorway with the Hellhound lying on the driveway next to the considerably smaller Notchback Sedan and was looking up at her with bog, loving, dog eyes.

"Silena," Theodore Beauregard cried out when the door finally opened. "You came!"

"I said I would," Silena replied gently and embraced him.

"Did you bring your,...friend?" he asked, looking around suspiciously, his eyes lingering on Mrs. O'Leary for a moment.

"No, he got sent off on some quest to capture Circe," Silena explained lightly.

"Circe?" her father asked doubtfully after releasing her from the embrace.

"You know, the sorceress from the Odyssey. Apparently, she was up to her usual mischief and after three millennia Zeus finally managed to pull his head out of his ass."

In her experience, when confronting parents of demigods being as blunt as possible and so far this doctrine had served her well. No one could accuse you of lying afterward while offering the false impression that these sorts of activities were perfectly normal. Be it explaining that their children were off on some dangerous quest, or talking to her own father about her owner. Add a positive note to it and voilà, you achieved the sort of blend of half-truths and deception that made demigods like herself feel all warm and fuzzy.

At her words, thunder rolled in the distance, and Silena smiled lightly.

"I see," her father replied, and then beamed at her enthusiastically. "Well, come in. I made Spaghetti Bolognese!"

"Sweet!" she replied and let herself be ushered into familiar surroundings. After pulling her shoes off they headed deeper into the house.

"So, are you doing alright?" he asked, suddenly a lot more nervous. "That Percy guy treating you alright?"

She shrugged. "All things considered, yes. He's back with that Annabeth girl I told you about. You know, that adorable blond I introduced you to when you picked me up from camp a few years ago."

"You mean the rude girl in armor and the knife?" Theodor asked Silena.

"Yes, exactly that one," she confirmed. "Anyway, all this means is she is taking part in some of the babysitting duties of my hands. He might be the greatest Hero since the age of heroes, but he is really good at getting himself in trouble."

"Oh," her father said, looking rather disappointed.

"Why?" she followed up.

"Don't know, you seemed to like him last time we came by," her father explained, and they began filling the spaghetti onto plates. Silena suppressed a grin. What he did not know was that she had just started sleeping with Percy and his observation was dead on. It hadn't been easy, maintaining the amount of distance that decency demanded.

"And he seemed like a good guy. I was kind of hoping the two of you..."

"Ah yes," Silena replied dramatically. "Nah, he and Annabeth are soulmates. I've spent years trying to get them together. It's actually a pretty epic love story. If you want, I can tell it to you while we eat...gods it smells good."

She knew her father was a hopeless romantic and would be hard-pressed to resist a good old-fashioned love story, especially one advertised as she just had.

Once they had settled down Annabeth summarized the tale of Percy and Annabeth, beginning from Annabeth's depressing origin story and how Percy had eventually turned up and all the quests they had gone on. How Percy had snuck away from camp to save her and gone above and beyond so on. Her father was a good listener and this was right up his alley.

"So, they slipped off to this quest together, already getting all warm and chummy before they left, and as of a few days ago they are now officially a couple again," she finished.

Her father whistled. "Okay, you did not exaggerate when you called this an epic love story."

"So yes, no way I am getting in between there," she finished. "Don't worry, I'll be fine, dad. I am alive, and every day is a gift I never deserved."

"So, are you allowed to...you know...date?" her father asked awkwardly. She smiled, understanding. While being thrilled that she was back, she knew it was dawning on her father that he would never get to hook of any of the major milestones of having an adult daughter. Grilling her boyfriends, or walking her down the aisle one day.

"Percy would definitely allow me to if I asked. But I made a pact with Hades that I would be Percy's, and I intend to honor it in spirit and letter. No love life is worth getting sent back to Asphodel over," she said softly. "I am getting a second chance, and so far it's a life worth living. I already have mother mixing everything up, don't need you getting yourself involved?"

"She is?" her father asked surprised and she silently cursed herself. Her father and mother rarely talked as it was so her parent's relationship was strained at the very least.

"Forget it," she said softly.

"What do you mean?" her father pressed.

"It's nothing," she assured him and awkwardly pushed a strand of her hair behind her ear.

"It is clearly something pumpkin, otherwise you wouldn't have mentioned it," she explained.

"You have to promise not to tell anyone, nor get involved. I am handling it!" she pressed. "This is quite sensitive,...and could cause a headache..."

Her father hesitated but then nodded. "I promise," he finally conceded. She still hesitated. She had never been overly tight-lipped about topics like sex and while she had her father both tried hard, they hadn't spent enough time together to really have that sort of report. However, leaving him hanging there now seemed cruel. Finally, she sighed and caved.

"Well, when I was brought to life I had nothing but like a simple chiton so Percy took me shopping to get the necessities," she started and her father nodded as if this made sense to him. "Well, at the time the entire being a sex slave thing was something I still obsessed over so I headed out again to buy something,...you know nice. Just in case Percy,..well you know wanted anything from me," she began, trying hard to find the right words.

Her father only nodded and kept his eyes locked on hers. "Anyway, I was in this store and suddenly mom turns up and kinda gets me to buy a lot more than I originally intended, also things that went way further than I originally planned," Silena continued. "Anyway, at the time I just put it down to her trying to be overly helpful but since then Aphrodite also kinda started to bug into my own love-life."

"What do you mean, bug into your love life?"

Silena sealed her lips tightly, realizing she had reached a topic that she really didn't want to touch around her father.

"Continue," Theodore said softly. "You were always beautiful, and it was fairly obvious since Tom Anderson that you liked boys. These aspects of your life were bound to come up eventually. I am only happy that I am getting the chance to suffer through them with you."

Silena grinned at him sheepishly. "For this next part-to make sense I have to mention that Percy and I kind of rebounded with each other shortly before we came by to visit. We were both lonely, and vulnerable and completely mutual," she began and her father lowered his gaze as her cheeks heated up. "Anyway recently mother approached me and began to bug me over cutting off any fun I was having with Percy the moment Annabeth was back in the picture rather than keep him for myself. She said she was only looking out for me but I am not sure what angle she is pushing..."

Her father stayed silent for a long moment and scratched the back of his head. "What do you think she could want?" he asked quietly.

"I don't know. Perhaps influence Percy through me. Raise her own prestige by association, or even derail Annabeth's dreams? Perhaps she is only trying to help in her own, really screwed-up way. What do you think?"

Her father looked out of the window thoughtfully. "It's never straight lines with you, is it," he asked.

"When your mom and I were together I did not know she was a goddess. I only learned that fact when she dropped you off at my doorstep." Her father looked at her and smiled. "For the record, that was the most terrifying and best moment of my life. The point is, I won't even pretend to understand her motivations. I think you should really tell Percy about this. You are already starting to dig yourself into a hole and at some point you will find yourself in too deep again."

"You really think so?" she asked. "I don't know how to touch this. Hey Percy! Aphrodite made be buy a drawer's worth of lingerie. I think planning on getting me to steal you away from Annabeth!" With every passing word, her voice became more shrill.

"If Percy is as nice as you described him he will understand," Theodor insisted. "If you are technically his slave then you are also his responsibility and as his dependent, I expect him to look out for you."

This time her father held her gaze and it was her who looked back. "You sure?"

Her father shrugged. "Well, nothing good can come of you keeping it silent."

After a long moment, Silena sighed. "You are probably right. I will bring this up with Percy's mom, maybe she knows how to best approach this. I just don't want to torpedo the trust Percy and also Annabeth have shown me..."

"Percy's mom?" Theodor asked confused.

"Oh yeah," she replied. "She's awesome. She's a huge fan of Annabeth's but still accepted me into her life with nothing but kindness."

"Do that, if you think it will help. Just don't procrastinate it, otherwise, you will one day find yourself in a bad situation again that you can't escape from."

"I will," she promised him and smiled.

After a moment of silence, he cleared his voice. "Is there any chance I can get in contact with that mother of his?"

Silena laughed, "Gods, this is going to get awkward. But yeah, I'll ask her."

Percy Jackson

Pandamonium was one was to describe the scene. The entire hotel stood ablaze, and hungry flames reach out into the sky. With a steady oceanic breeze, the fire quickly spread to the other building next to it, and then to the smaller ones around it, and before long much of the Spa was burning. Forty or so of Circe's aides were either huddling together or running around in panic, many probably not even realizing what was going on.

Their escape from the hotel had been a strange mixture of hunting and simultaneous being hunted by Circe. Getting impaled in the leg, as it turned out, was no more than a minor inconvenience.

Unfortunately in the confusion he and Annabeth had gotten separated so Percy used the confusion to engage small groups of Circe's crew and remove them from the equation. Fortunately, most of them lacked any close-quarter combat abilities and by the time they realized what was going on it was way too late to cast any spells. By now dawn had truly broken and it was doubtful they could keep up this level of confusion for very long.

Finally, he spotted Annabeth, sprinting across the sand. Her armor and scavenged sword glinted in the firelight as she dodged spells and curses cast by Circe and two of her aides. It was only thanks to her agility that she escaped the worst of it. For a moment he watched in awe as Annabeth, without breaking pace, shoved over one of Circe's aides, and continued. However, as he watched things began to unravel before his very eyes.

A narrow miss from Circe set Annabeth's jeans ablaze and the daughter of Athena cried out in pain, collapsing into the sand and rolling around to smother the claims. "Forget capturing you, Chase. I am going to immolate you!" Circe screeched and summoned new flames into her hands. Her dress was covered in golden ichor and what had been a carefully crafted hairdo and makeup now resembled some sort of war crimes.

"Hey!" Percy yelled, tearing himself loose from his momentary stooper and rushing over to Annabeth's aid.

"And of course the Seaspawn comes rushing to his whores aid," Circe cried out in mock delight. "You will pay for this. You will pay for all you've done. In half a decade the two of you have caused more trouble than anyone has in over two thousand years so it will be my very great pleasure to finally end you!"

"Bugger," Percy muttered and raised Riptide. "Bring the action!"

Circe threw her first fireball though not at him.

Annabeth cried out and somehow managed to dive away at the very last moment. Suddenly the beach around Annabeth began to boil and the sand rose up around her as if to swallow her.

It was that moment Percy noticed, how every close they were standing to the waterfront. Only maybe fifty feet, and then nothing but ocean as far as the eye could see.

"My turn," Percy declared boldly, a savage grin appearing on his face. He was only vaguely aware that he had started to glow again with that mysterious blue aura that both freaked him out but probably looked really cool at the same time.

In spite of his righteous fury, Percy felt amazing. With the sea close by and it was almost as if he had saltwater running in his veins and he could feel every current in his bones, the wind piling up small waves at the coast. So after sidestepping the fireball Percy reached deep inside himself.

Within seconds the pail pink sky turned dark as thick clouds seemingly appeared from nowhere and began to rapidly spread until they reached from horizon to horizon. Quickly the sky became almost black and Ozon lay thick in the air.

The first gut-wrenching thunderclap assaulted their ears and moments later it began to rain. At first, only a few every drops but within moments it escalated into a torrential downpour of the likes he had rarely seen. Everything more than a hundred feet or so away was soon hidden from sight behind what almost felt like a wall of water.

Circe and her aides lowered their hands and glared at him and for the first time he saw something truly satisfying, there was concern in Circe's eyes. The look on Annabeth's eyes was priceless though. A look of dumbstruck awe, even despite the pain he was sure to be in..

Just then the first round of wind struck them, almost knocking everyone but him from their feet. It didn't stop there, and soon he stood at the center of winds that rivaled any hurricane.

However, Circe was not finished and she too raised her hands and hurled a javelin of glistening emerald light at him that Percy sidestepped before charging at Circe and her three remaining aides. Two of them tried to redo the fire trick but his hurricane swiftly began smothered and flames they might summon.

The third was smarter though, casting a storm of furious bright red lightning at him. A few months ago this might have hurt or even killed him, but now it merrily hurt and enraged him even further.

It was Circe who cast the first spell of any reasonable effect.

Braced against the wind and her long hair whipping around her hands were raised at Percy she too started to glow. Suppressed lightning lit up the surrounding storm and thunder continuously rolled over the island. The beach around him exploded and he was pelted with rocks, mud, and pieces of coral, breaking his charge mid stride. Mere moments later the commotion around him died and he found himself buried in the sand up to his waist. Then Circe followed up with a blast of brilliant white energy, striking him square in the chest.

If he had still been mortal he would have been torn to shreds, but instead, Percy was blasted free from his sandy prison and was flung fifty feet back until he landed hard in the sand.

"Fuck!" Percy grunted, realizing he had lost his sword was standing for all he could tell alone on the beach with no one left in sight.

Percy squinted through the storm and tried hard to find his enemies and it took a while for him to sense the small group and Annabeth on all fours not much further away.

Percy marshal his righteous fury and called upon the sea. A wall of water, ten-foot-high, rushed up the beach and around him and at Circe. He imaged that over the roar of the wind and thunder he could hear Circe's servants scream as the sheer weight of the water washed them away like a pile of leaves behind a jet engine. Annabeth too got carried away but some part of him was certain she would be fine. Annabeth had weathered a lot worse in the past.

Only Circe was left standing. It would have been too much to ask for.

Suddenly Percy spotted Riptide sticking in the sand mere feet away, gently glowing as always. When Percy pulled it free it lit up as brightly as the setting sun itself, its bronze glow lighting the darkness and it was as if this ancient blade yearning to spill golden ichor.

Percy charged through the storm back in the direction of Circe and this time when Circe tried to blast him away he raised Riptide and absorbed the blast of energy.

For a moment they stared at each other and he could just make out the goddess chanting though what she was saying was beyond him. The receding water from his last attack was almost knee-deep but it grew less by the second.

Almost instinctively Percy swung his sword and the retreating water exploded behind Circe and knocked her off her feet, negating any spell she had tried to cast.

Without breaking pace, Percy further charged towards Circe and closed the distance as she rose to her feet and would have run her over if she hadn't turned into vapor just moments before he touched her.

Percy roared in fury and spun around looking for the goddess. A few moments later she reappeared only a few feet away and stagged backward two or three steps in what looked to Percy like exhaustion.

"I curse you, Perseus!" she screamed as she panted. "May you never sire a son and may your daughters judge you harshly! Of all the men to disgrace the surface of this world you are among the worst, even turning you into a swine was too good for you!"

Percy faltered and the storm around him died as the human side of him returned, trying to empathize with Circe's quite precarious situation. It had been hard to tell but now that he looked at Circe he realized that he and Annabeth might have overestimated her might. If he wasn't mistaken or she was faking, it looked like she had just about spent her strength. Her dress was dripping wet and torn, her makeup was smeared across her face, and her hair was a complete mess. They had crossed paths twice and both times her realm had burned and her aides had come to harm. He remembered Reyna's reaction to seeing him for the first time.

The wind suddenly calmed and the rain died and moments later the first rays of sunshine lit up the almost black cloud cover as the overcast evaporated in front of their eyes and before he knew it the first rays of sunshine kissed the sand.

It was then that he spotted the daughter of Athena rushing up towards Circe from behind. Even after everything that happened, she wore her backpack but apart from that she was empty-handed. With her hair cut and in a mess, her clothes burned and torn, and numerous cuts and bruises on her face and arms Annabeth looked like some fierce warrior princess from ancient lore. She was beyond beautiful at that moment.

Glaring at him tiredly Circe conjured up a sputtering golden fire into her hands just as Annabeth reached her and wrapped her arm around Circe's neck from behind. The muscles in her arm flexed and cut the goddess of midscream. The golden flames died as Circe clawed at the daughter of Athena's arms. Annabeth took a step back, dragging past the point where Circe would be able to stand on her own.

Percy rushed forward to help but it quickly became apparent that Circe was not a martial artist. As Annabeth dragged Circe down her dress tore and one of her breasts became visible. On another day he might have appreciated this but his concern for Annabeth somewhat negated his enthusiasm. Soon Annabeth was kneeling on the sand as she forced the goddess into submission. For a few more moments she seemed to be content to leave Circe to kick and flail however she wanted as Annabeth controlled the neck and spine.

Finally, with a feeble twitch of the legs, Circe went limp and Annabeth let herself collapse down onto the sand, panting heavily.

"Fuck," she grunted. "We definitely aren't doing that again!"

"Ops," she then said not sounding overly concerned when she noticed the wardrobe malfunction. The front of the dress had torn open during the scuffle.

"We'll fix it later, hurry," Percy said, looking around. For now, Circe's aides were still battered by the freak storm, looking around in confusion. Most of the sun shields set up across the beach had been torn away. Much of the fires had been doused, but already he could see fire licking out scorched windows.

Annabeth slipped her bag off and hastily pulled out a bronze collar, similar to the one Khione wore, and fastened it around Circe's throat, and cuffed her wrists and ankles with celestial bronze manacles. Circe finally came around as Annabeth gagged her the same way they had done with Mandy and her friend earlier and immediately started squirming and trying to scream through her gag.

"Come on, let's take her and get out of here," Annabeth said. "You carry her."

Percy sighed but when Percy tried to scoop the goddess up in her arms she started to thrash around violently. Annabeth put an end to it with a quick, well-placed punch to the side of Circe's head, causing Percy to wince in sympathy.

"Chill girl," Percy said.

"No chill," Annabeth replied and pointed further up the beach where Circe's servants were beginning to catch on to the fact that their enemies were still out in the open. "Or do you want to fight them as well?"

Percy sighed tiredly and with Annabeth's help he pulled Circe over his shoulder and got up and together they hurried towards the pear.

The Fero had torn itself loose from its mooring and had drifted away from the dock.

"Fuck!" Annabeth growled.

"Come on," Percy wheezed and they began to jog over to the pear.

"Hey, they are taking the mistress!" someone screamed behind them. "Stop them!"

"Come on!" Percy complained. "Can't we get a break?"

He willed the currents to push the Fero back to the dock. By the time they finally set foot on the Fero's deck the first of their pursuers were already halfway down the beach.

"I'll get us going!" Percy announced and dropped Circe down on the top deck and hurried into the pilot's house and started the engine. Annabeth grabbed her bow and loosed an arrow in the direction of the approaching crowd, but that did little to slow them down. Circe chose that moment to wake up again because even as Percy pushed the throttle forward Circe began to squirm again.

As the girls approached they marshaled their own magical abilities. Realizing that her arrows weren't accomplishing the things she had hoped for she dropped the bow, knelt down, and grabbed a fistful of Circe's hair, and roughly yanked it back to expose her neck. With her free hand, she pulled a dagger from her belt and held the tip to Circe's throat.

"Stop," she yelled. Hesitantly they did as she said, despite Circe's protesting moans. "You do anything to stop us from leaving, we will find out how much a goddess can bleed. You try to follow us, she will suffer the consequences for your foolishness!" Annabeth threatened.

Then she glanced up at Percy with a look that clearly meant to say, "Hurry up!"

Percy did not have to be told twice and pushed the throttle into the flank speed position and they accelerated out of the bay just as the fires engulfed the main hotel again. By the time they had left the island well behind them a thick pillar of black and gray smoke rose up into the sky behind them and Percy guessed the fire had spread to the forest behind the hotel.

Unfortunately they were not yet free to relax. By now Circe was putting up a proper fuss so Percy took her shoulders, and Annabeth her ankles, and together they dragged the kicking and screaming goddess under deck and into their brig. Finally, they forced Circe to sit down on the bench in the very bow and opened her handcuffs only to force her arms up above her head and secure her wrists in the manacles hanging from the wall.

Next Annabeth unceremoniously tore the duct tape holding her gag off, and pulled the strop of cloth in Circe's mouth out.

"Release me!" Circe immediately screamed. "I will not be dragged off like some slave!

"Oh shut up," Annabeth replied tiredly. "You should have thought of that a long time ago."

"I wish you hadn't taken the gag off," Percy grunted wearily.

Annabeth cracked a smile. "We can silence her when it comes to bedtime."

They stepped out of the small cell, closed the door behind her, and carefully locked the door.

Then she winced down at her legs and Percy noticed that the fireball she had almost taken burned holes right through her years and left second and even third-degree burns.

"Fuck, that looks painful!" Percy announced.

"I'm fine," Annabeth grunted over the continuous stream of insults and curses from their prisoner.

"Come on!" Percy said and led Annabeth into the galley and had her try to strip her jeans off. When she tried to move the cloth over her burns Annabeth whimpered and stopped.

"This really hurts," she finally grunted.

After a deep sigh, Percy pulled out their first aid kids, handed her a canteen with nectar, and used the scissors in the back to cut her jeans right off.

"Ouch," Percy said sympathetically.

After cleaning and treating her legs Percy checked the rest of her numerous small injuries, taking great pleasure in putting a Hello Kitty band-aid on Annabeth's forehead.

After Annabeth had finished she limped over to the mirror in the bathroom and whimpered. "Oh no, it's really bad!" she complained, holding the depressingly short remains of what had once been one of Annabeth's most striking assets.

He had never seen Annabeth so concerned about anything related to his looks and this made her almost seem normal. "This is a disaster, it looks even worse than Piper's..." she replied mournfully. "It'll take me years to grow them back!"

Percy gently touched her arm. "You look gorgeous," Percy replied. "And short hair suits you just as well as long hair. When we get back we can ask Silena to see what she can salvage."

Annabeth looked at him sadly, the moment somewhat ruined by the goddess still screaming in her cell. "You think so?" she asked. "Not sure what she can do there..."

"We'll see," Percy assured her. "Don't worry about it!"

Annabeth sighed. "Well, that was a lot hairier than I thought it would be," she admitted.

Percy snorted. "Hey, we plan, we get there, all hell breaks loose," he joked and laughed.

"We'll clean up properly later when your wounds have healed a bit," Percy announced and they left the screaming goddess behind and retreated to the serenity of the pilot's house.

As they did Annabeth kept muttering something about her head being too light with so much hair missing.

Chapter Text

Annabeth Chase

The journey passed relatively quickly. On the third day, she had grown tired of Circe staring at them like a very pissed-off and kicked-kicked puppy. It was also around the time she grew tired of Circe's wardrobe malfunction. Especially because it visibly made Percy uncomfortable. From somewhere they had discovered another camp half-blood shirt of hers, so Annabeth had led Circe into the bathroom, had the goddess strip out of her torn clothes, and take a shower to wash off the grim. Percy had been sitting in the galley in case Circe tried anything, but the goddess had simply wordlessly taken the shower and completely ignored her. Despite really not liking Circe, even Annabeth had to admit that she had a pretty decent body with firm breasts and a slender build.

After drying off, Annabeth gave her one of her own camp shirts and a pair of yoga pants, after which she and Percy had led her back to the brig where they had chained her up again.

Without monster attacks and now working off something of a shift system, the return trip went faster than the earlier one. When they passed Scylla again, the monster had taken one look at them before retreating back into her cave.

Finally, the distant towers of the Empire State Building came into view and they pulled into the river and finally moored up to the assigned dock in a Manhattan marina where to his great surprise, they were awaited by Thalia and four female NYPD officers on the pier. None of the cop girls looked any older than he was, but that meant nothing.

At his questioning look, Thalia explained that certain members of the Hunt were permanently assigned to the NYPD for obvious reasons.

"So, you two are fornicating again?" Thalia finally asked them doubtfully.

Annabeth blushed, and Percy too felt his cheeks warming up at the accusation. "No matter," Thalia said and he could tell she was fighting back a smile. "Where is the bitch?"

"Locked up under deck," she explained.

"Annabeth, would you take my sisters, Officers Shanso, Miller, Gonzales, and Nemai underdeck to secure Circe for a prisoner transport to Olympus? I would like a world with the esteemed Lord Perseus."

Annabeth shrugged. "Sure. Ladies, follow me."

"For the record, the two of you are back together again, right? That's the rumor..." Thalia pressed the moment the other women were out of earshot.

"Yes," Percy confirmed.

"Finally," Thalia said, her grin spreading. "Things finally falling back into place. So, Kelp Head? How was the trip? What happened to Annie's hair?"

Percy shrugged. "Leo's upgrades worked, things got dicey there with Circe. The hair? A few of Circe's aides got hold of Annabeth for a few seconds so they cut her hair playground bully style."

Thalia scowled. "That's uncalled for...though this McLean style looks good on her, but still..."

"Well, girls are mean," Percy reasoned.

"Yes, we are," Thalia agreed with a smile.

"So, why do you have NYPD officers in the hunt?" he asked curiously.

"Oh!" Thalia explained. "It's with Artemis's Juvenile Rehabilitation program where young female offenders get the option to join the hunt as part of their probation program. How do you think we build up our numbers so fast before the Battle for Manhattan?"

Finally, Annabeth came back with the huntresses who were dragging Circe along.

"We got her my Lady, she seems in good condition. Gagged though when we found her," one huntress announced, and handed Thalia a few golden coins.

"You are traitors to all of womankind. The legendary hunt of Artemis, conspiring with men to bring the downfall of another woman!" Circe sneered.

"Oh, shut up!" Thalia announced mildly. "I heard you were a talker... just put her in a cruiser and keep her guarded. Collar or not, this sorry excuse for a goddess is a piece of work."

As the four huntresses/officers led Circe off up the peer, Annabeth raised an eyebrow.

"What was the bet on?" Percy asked curiously.

"Oh, the hunt and Circe have never gotten along. She's a complete sellout to the entire Maiden team/no dicks. Circe jumped in bed with the first guy who beat her and Violetta bet she'd be doing the same to you," Thalia explained brightly.

"How do you know I didn't?" Percy challenged with a grin.

"Well, for one Annabeth is with you...though that could go either way," she said and glanced at Annabeth who gave Thalia the finger. "And for another, I wager she wouldn't be chained up and gagged if favors had been granted. I had an unfair advantage though...I know how territorial you are. Truth be told, I am surprised how cool you and Silena are."

Annabeth scowled. "You just had to bring that up," she exclaimed.

Thalia smiled sweetly. "I love you too, Anni-"

"It's Annabeth," Annabeth corrected.

"I know," Thalia explained, and patiently patted Annabeth's shoulder before turning around and leading them back to the police cruisers parked upstairs.

After deciding to re-gag Circe, they began the last leg of their trip. With lights and sirens, the drive through the city went surprisingly quickly, and Percy definitely appreciated the escort to the throne room. Turns out, the hunt knew a few secret passages that might very well have come in handy during the battle for Olympus that Thalia announced they would be taking.

Percy did not like Zeus, the god was a sexist ass whose tempers had cost the lives of a long list of demigods while his lecherous lack of impulse control had ruined the lives of countless innocent young women who had truly tried their best to mind their own business.

Still, the thought of dropping Circe at his feet and seeing her squirm had been somewhat appealing.

So it had come as a surprise when one of the cop huntresses had whispered something in Thalia's ears who had then only sighed. "Okay, looks like Lord Zeus is indisposed. We are to secure her in your place and Zeus will pop by at his leisure to have words with Circe," Thalia announced.

"Oh," Percy exclaimed, surprised.

They had called Silena two days ago to announce their rough arrival time, so he knew she'd be ready.

"Fine," Percy decided, and they took one of the hidden passages and appeared in a tower near to his residence.

"So Circe, you're about to see your new home. I am sure you and Elsa will get by just fine," Thalia announced brightly.

Silena Beauregard

As expected, the doorbell rang just shy of noon and Piper opened the door to the Percabeth, Thalia, and four huntresses who were dragging along a very attractive woman with long dark hair and a camp half-blood shirt. What immediately struck her were the fading bruises on Annabeth and what looked a lot like an involuntary haircut. Once certain Annabeth was alright, her attention quickly shifted to Circe.

She had somehow imagined the goddess to be a lot more sinister but for all tense and purpose Circe very much just seemed like any other woman, goddess or not, being dragged off to imprisonment and enslavement would.

Whether they held their heads high and tried to salvage their pride, or just embraced it as she had, they were all scared. Even she, who considered her owner a good friend, had been nervous.

With some effort, she had finally convinced Khione that Percy wasn't playing some elaborate prank on her and wouldn't end up taking advantage of her. Sometimes it disturbed her that how everyone assumed that was how it would end. First with her, then with Khione...

Circe's eyes darted around and Silena could only imagine the things going through her head as she drank her surroundings in, or when she laid eyes on Silena.

Following with a few steps behind, she followed the group down towards the basement, where they opened their jail and entered the room. Circe still sat in her cell, watching them with wordless curiosity.

As they entered, Thalia and the huntress stopped for a moment to stare at Khione before fighting back grins of glee and dragging Circe into what was going to be her home for a long time.

Just like with Khione, she had taken the time to make the bare prison as comfortable as possible, adding a few blankets with Khione's chilling presence in mind.

When Circe's cuffs were opened, the goddess of magic began to squirm and fight the huntress's holding her, groaning loudly through her gag.

Then Circe's wrists were chained to the wall with much thicker celestial bronze manacles.

"So ladies, I hope you enjoy your stay. With any luck, we won't be seeing any of you ever again," Thalia declared and looked back and forth between the prisoners. To her relief though, Khione hadn't risen to the bait and stayed silent, not even sparing the huntress another glance.

"Anything to add, Kelp Head?" she then asked.

"Ahm no," Percy said awfully, and they locked Circe in her cell and then closed the thick vault door, sealing their two roommates inside.

"Now," Thalia announced, "I would love to stay and chatter, but I actually have things to do and places to be."

"Fair enough. Come back any time, Thalia!" Percy announced brightly and Silena bit back a groan. Thalia did come by whenever she pleased, and these visits tended to make her life more complicated. Khione caused less trouble than the infamous daughter of Zeus, and she was a prisoner.

With the hunt departed, they were finally afforded some privacy and Silena lost time in embracing her two friends. "There you love birds are. Gods Annabeth, you look like shit. What happened to your hair?" Silena asked.

Annabeth grinned but Silena could see the hidden anguish over the loss. Annabeth quickly recounted the trip's events and Silena demonstratively rested her hands on her hips. "You two always seem to get into trouble, don't you?" she chided.

"Is there anything you can do about this?" Annabeth finally asked, clearly putting an effort into sounding as casual as possible.

Silena looked Annabeth over and her he turn around once before crossing her arms. "It's a really unlucky cut, but I will see what I can do."

"Percy, I have a snack ready for you in the kitchen if you are hungry. Unless you need anything else, I will immediately address this crisis," she announced, gesturing at Annabeth's hair.

"Ahm sure," Percy agreed. "I was planning on checking on mom and the baby, anyway."

"I am sure she will love that," Silena agreed with a smile.

Once Percy had been dealt with she almost dragged Annabeth to the bathroom attached to the master bedroom and had Annabeth sit down on a chair and sighed.

"What is the verdict, doc?" Annabeth asked.

"This will take a while and I will have to cut away more to make it look orderly again," Silena admitted.

Throughout their childhood, Silena had pretty much-claimed responsibility for cutting Annabeth's hair, and so a sense of casual familiarity overcame her as she pushed back and forth strands of Annabeth's ravished strands, examining the damage.

"It looks so horrible. Every time Percy looks at me, I think he is about to start laughing," Annabeth complained.

Silena bit back a smile. Daughter of Athena or not, Annabeth cared about her hair, which in her opinion was rather cute.

So, after gathering together a spray bottle full of water, and a small assortment of scissors and combs she slowly went to work.

Carefully, Silena proceeded to slowly cut Annabeth's hair away to bring things into shape. "So, anything else I should know about?" Silena asked, cautiously snipping away at Annabeth's hair.

"Well, in the whole drama of the last few months I forgot to take the pill," Annabeth began and Silena froze and met Annabeth's gaze.

"You had unprotected sex?" Silena asked.

"Yes, a lot. For like an entire week," Annabeth confirmed, and the daughter of Aphrodite groaned in exasperation.

"Woman, what were you thinking?" Silena groaned. "Are you pregnant?" she asked before Annabeth could answer.

Annabeth only shrugged. "We didn't have any tests on hand or other means of protection, so we pretty much stopped having sex when we realized what was going on."

"What is up with you Children of Athena?" Silena asked in exasperation and gently slapped the back of Annabeth's head.

Any other person, Silena mused to herself, would receive a very painful response from Annabeth, but with her, Annabeth only hung her head in shame.

"It wasn't on purpose, we were just back together and we weren't thinking!" Annabeth defended herself.

"That is what I am talking about!" Silena groaned. "It is really not that hard, hell I just returned from the dead and even I remembered started taking measures when Percy finally turned up."

"Percy forgot too!" Annabeth argued.

"Be it as it may, you are the one who's gonna have to carry around your mistake for nine months, and then the following two decades. Again, this is really easy. Unless you are planning to have babies and you aren't on the pill or something comparable, then tell the dude to put on a condom! Otherwise don't have sex!"

Annabeth rubbed her face. "Would you go down to the city with me later and get a test?"

"Of course, I will dummy," Silena assured her and Annabeth sighed in relief.

After a long moment of silence, Annabeth looked up again. "Is it really bad if some part of me is hoping that I am actually pregnant?"

As Silena continued working on Annabeth found herself prying for details of what had transpired during her and Percy's little love trip. Both for greater details in how they had overcome the challenges that had faced them, and also the more dirty parts, and soon it felt like they were still children back at camp, confessing their dirty little secrets. At the time those secrets had been a lot less dark and depressing.

For her, it had been the newest updates on her latest flirt. For Annabeth, it had one time been the update that when she was thirteen she had spied on Percy from his fire escape and seen more than she had bargained for and that Percy ran around with a picture of her. Things like that.

Perhaps sharing in this moment of kinship, Annabeth spoke surprisingly openly about all aspects of their trip, and she had to admit that what she heard had evened her feeling uncomfortably wett. Was that a sad admission? Perhaps, but since the recent loss of her virginity, her body yearned for more and it didn't help that she had first-hand experience when it came to being the center of Percy's attention. So, as sad as it was, these blow-by-blow accounts were probably the best she was going to get for a long time.

Finally, Silena set down her comb and scissors and ruffled Annabeth's hair. They were now barely longer than a pixy cut, reaching only to the middle of her neck. Though thanks to her natural curls, they maintained decent volume and somehow Annabeth still pulled off the princess look. Or, to be honest, the angry lesbian look. The closest thing she could compare it to was one of those older-fashioned hairstyles from the twenties.

"So, this is it for now," Silena announced. "Far from perfect, but workable again. I will have to re-trim them in two months or so, then you can let them grow out again.

Annabeth studied herself in the mirror for a few long moments and shrugged. "Oh well, looks good, I guess. Definitely not going to ask Aphrodite to regrow it so it can't be helped."

"With or without hair, I am sure Percy will love you regardless," Silena agreed and smiled.

Annabeth sighed again, deeply, clearly resigning herself to the temporary fate as a short-haired girl.

"Thanks, you are a lifesaver," Annabeth finally said and smiled at her.

"I do what I can," Silena agreed modestly and mock bowed.

"So, how about we buy those tests and I'll take you to Starbucks?"

"Honestly, I am surprised you didn't ask Sally," Silena admitted.

Annabeth froze as if caught. "If I asked her, I would never hear the end of it. You know, Sally gave me the talk..."

"I gave you the talk too,..." Silena argued indignantly.

"You had no more experience than I did, at least I knew what a guy was supposed to look like without clothes," Annabeth countered.

"Because you played the Peeping Tom on Percy," Silena chided Annabeth. "That does not count!"

"I wasn't playing Peeping Tom, I was looking for a chance to talk to him, as you well know," Annabeth grunted, trying to sound casual, but her burning cheeks betrayed her. "As I said, I do not need Sally lecturing me."

"Honestly, it looks like you do," Silena teased.

All teasing aside, Silena did her best to be supportive when they traveled down to the city and picked out three pregnancy tests. "How about you stop looking at my friend like that, forty-year-olds still working at the cash register get to keep their options to themselves," Silena had fired at the saleswoman in the store when she had given Annabeth that judgmental look as she paid for the pregnancy tests.

"I wasn't-" the cashier complained, but Annabeth was already dragging Silena out of the store.

"Since when do you pick fights?" Annabeth asked.

"Us girls got to stick together," Silena assured her. "Not her job to give you stupid looks."

"No arguments there," Annabeth finally decided, and they quickly made their way back to Olympus where Annabeth disappeared into a bathroom and returned a few minutes later and returned two of the tests in hand, her expression strangely blank.

"And?" Silena asked briskly. "Will you join Clementine and further increase the Athena cabin's lead in the teenage pregnancy domain?"

Annabeth wordlessly shook her head and held the tests up for Silena to read.

Silena smiled and then gave the daughter of Athena a tight hug.

"Is everything alright?" Silena inquired.

"Is it bad if some part of me is disappointed?" Annabeth asked with a small voice.

"It is definitely stupid," Silena confirmed. "But understandable. Feelings don't have to make sense, that is kind of the point."

Silena grabbed Annabeth's face with both hands and forced her to look down at her. "Annabeth, it's fine." Then she pulled Annabeth down to her level and into a firm embrace. "Sweety, you are so damaged. But you'll figure it out."

Annabeth wrapped her arms around Silena and returned the embrace. "I know."

Chapter Text

Percy Jackson

After visiting his mother Percy returned home to find Annabeth and Silena working in the kitchen. Silena was laboring over whatever she cooked and Annabeth sat at the counter with a pile of worksheets and scrolls as she worked on some project with rulers and pencils. Annabeth's hair, while considerably shorter than it used to be, now looked a lot more presentable again, he hoped. He still hadn't gotten used to the shorter hair, not that it didn't suit her.

"Hey ladies," Percy greeted them and entered.

"Not preggers," Annabeth declared without looking up.

"Oh well," Percy replied and kissed the side of her head.

"So, what's going on?" Percy asked.

"Making an early supper, both of you have work ahead of you..."

"Really?" Percy asked.

"Annabeth has a project, and you have a Dryad problem to address," Silena reminded him patiently.

"Yes Percy," Annabeth echoed. "You've got to get your very own nymph," Annabeth needled and shot him a quick smile to let him know she was just joking.

"Maybe she changed her mind," Silena suggested.

"I doubt it, that nymph is horny and wants a piece of my boyfriend," Annabeth muttered.

"He wasn't your boyfriend at the time. Have you considered that you two being together might make her change her mind?" Silena suggested.

"Hopefully, but she heard the two of you were screwing, and it didn't stop her," Annabeth argued.

Silena raised her hands in surrender. "I'm just saying, bear it in mind. She is just trying to get away from Camp. And you already said you'd rather have her here safe with us than disappearing into some private collection."

"I do, it's just... the number of girls keeps increasing!" Annabeth exclaimed, clearly struggling to find the right words.

"You mean the number of beautiful women that your boyfriend could do whatever he wants to with?" Silena teased.

"Not helping," Percy hissed at her.

"Yes!" Annabeth exclaimed. "Not that I think you'd ever cheat on me, but still!"

"Not judging," Percy assured her.

Annabeth only nodded in response.

"At least this one is here voluntarily,.." Silena said with a shrug and then glanced over at Percy with a sideways look and offered him that dazzling smile that would have most men in her presence tongue-tied. "Now that we are on the topic, can we let Khione out of her cell?" Silena suddenly asked.

"What?" Percy and Annabeth simultaneously burst out.

Silena shrugged innocently. "While you lovebirds were off having fun Khione and I actually talked a lot and she isn't that bad. Not saying we give her her powers back or anything, just let her out of her cell while supervised."

"She tried to freeze Piper's face-off," Percy argued.

Silena shrugged. "I did a lot worse... Just saying, she seems alright. Just fought on the other side, that's all."

"How would you know?"

Silena shrugged, "Spent a lot of time drinking coffee and hot chocolate down in the basement. She has good taste music in by the way."

"A good taste in music?" Annabeth inquired skeptically.

"Really, I think she's alright," Silena assured him.

"I'll think about it," Percy assured her and earned one of those tongue-tying smiles. Feeling slightly flustered Percy looked away.

"Cut it out," Annabeth warned.

"What?" Silena asked.

"That smile thing you do to get guys to do whatever you want," Annabeth explained. "I've seen you doing it for years and I've finally come to the conclusion that you do it on purpose. It's almost as bad as Drew's or Piper's Charmspeak!"

Silena stuck her tongue out. "Never!"

Annabeth rolled her eyes. "Fine. Anyway, Piper will be moving any day now so I will call her and ask her for the dates. Percy, you make an appointment with Juniper, we don't want her to lose patience and suddenly run off to some other god."

Just then the doorbell rang.

"I'll get it!" Percy announced when he noticed Silena's looking down at her pots unhappily and hurried upstairs to answer the doorbell after insisting that Ms O'leary stayed in her XXL dog bed.

When he opened the door he found himself face to face with Zeus, Hera, and Poseidon, in their mortal forms.

"Ahm, hi," Percy greeted them and bowed awkwardly.

"Ah, Percy," Poseidon greeted him brightly. "We just came by to check on the prisoners."

Zeus nodded slowly as if pleased with how things had turned out.

Sure," Percy replied.

"Want me to bring them up or want to go see them in their cells?"

"In their cells," Hera replied for the elder gods. "It would be prudent to inspect the holding facilities."

Percy quietly thought that she probably wanted to gloat over Khione stuck in a cage but bowed again and led them downstairs.

"What is that smell?" Poseidon asked hopefully as they walked downstairs.

"Silena is cooking dinner," Percy explained

Percy avoided the Kitchen, both not wishing to subject Silena to the embarrassment and not wanting to overly advertise how much time he and Annabeth were spending together.

So Percy swiftly opened the vault door and led the three gods inside where the two imprisoned goddesses were still sitting in their cages.

"I demand to be released," Circe immediately announced and yanked at her chains in protest.

"I don't think that will happen for a long time," Hera announced and examined the celestial bronze cell bars.

"You sentence me to be kept by this most junior of gods!" Circe screeched, her face flushing bright red in anger.

"I hope being your former enemy's servant will be a humbling experience to you," Zeus grunted. "All this is my fault," Zeus admitted gently. "I should have found you a husband after your encounter with Odysseus."

Circe spat and Percy awkwardly met Poseidon's gaze who only shrugged.

"No matter," Hera announced gently. "You will serve a purpose now and join Khione in welcoming Lord Perseus to godhood."

Hera's eyes flickered over to Khione. "I trust you are serving your master well?" she demanded.

Khione looked over at him uncertainly and fortunately only lowered her gaze. "That would be for Lord Perseus to say, Lady Hera."

Percy almost sighed in relief and shot her a grateful look.

"It looks like everything here checks out!" Poseidon announced briskly. "I see no further reason to further intrude on my son's private realm. However these sad excuses for goddesses are put to good use from now on, is not for us to pry in on."

"I will never serve him!" Circe screamed in rage. "That Sea Spawn will have to take me by force!"

Hera's clear and loud laughter echoed through the jail. "I am counting on that he does just that."

With Poseidon's help, the two other gods were slowly headed out of the vault and the prisoners were sealed back inside.

"Well, with that taken care of I believe we have opera tickets," Zeus announced again. "The best thing they came up with this millennia," Zeus grunted.

"You mean apart from cocaine and hookers?" Hera sniped.

Percy almost coughed but Zeus only chuckled. "Hookers have been around forever, but I agree, the cocaine is new."

Percy led the three gods back upstairs and showed them to the door.

"You two go ahead," Poseidon told his siblings and turned to Percy. "That Annabeth girl is in the kitchen I take it?" he asked.

"Ahm yes?" Percy confirmed.

"Good, I have something for her..."

Percy led Posesion back downstairs, where Silena and Annabeth almost jumped when the god of the sea entered.

"Lord Poseidon," Silena greeted him respectfully and bowed deeply. Even Annabeth did, though not quite as deeply.

"Lady Chase, congratulations on your successful quest. I trust the two of you are taking good care of my son?"

While Silena blushed deeply Annabeth only grinned unabashedly. "Yes, Lord Poseidon," Annabeth replied.

Suddenly Poseidon held out his hand and an almost four-foot-long package, wrapped in blue silk wrappings appeared in his hand which he promptly offered to Annabeth. "I believe you lost this?" he asked.

"I..." Annabeth broke off, her voice thick with emotions as she accepted the package. From the silk folds Annabeth pulled forth her Drakonbone sword. "The Mermaids ask you to stop littering," Poseidon added helpfully.

Annabeth looked up at Poseidon with shining eyes. "Oh thanks, you have no idea how much this means to me!" she rambled and then surprised Percy by stepping forwards and embracing the ancient god.

Poseidon too looked down at the daughter of Athena, clearly startled, but then his gaze softened and he returned the embrace with a single squeeze of his arm.

Blushing furiously Annabeth quickly broke away. "Ahm sorry," she muttered.

"No matter," Poseidon assured her and smiled gently.

"It pleases me greatly that you are my son of rekindling your relationship, I certainly wish you all the luck in the world. And you, Ms. Beauregard? Life is suiting you well?"

"It is," Silena replied respectfully. "Would you like to take something? I am almost finished?"

"Ah, no," Poseidon replied. "I must be going now. It seems you three have enough to do."

It quickly turned out that Piper's move was only a few days away and she had been visibly relieved when he and Annabeth committed their attendance. With that appointment locked down, they were left only with the less pleasant chore ahead. The Juniper problem.

Through Grover he had arranged a meeting with Juniper. He had wanted to take Annabeth but the daughter of Athena had reminded him that her presence might just scare Juniper off and have her run to some other arrangement with more severe consequences so they had instead chosen to take Silena along instead. With that done, Percy was left to address the more practical concerns.

Juniper swearing herself to his service was all good and fine. Now the main problem was that Percy did not have the faintest clue of how to actually get Juniper to his residence by himself. The choice fell on Apollo. That way he could skip Artemis's disapproval.

Also, Apollo was just about the only god he felt comfortable asking for help when it came to introducing pretty nymphs into his private collection. A private collection that was, despite Percy's very best efforts, still growing.

With Annabeth off on some construction site on the far side of Olympus, Percy headed off to Apollo's residence.

It was a neat blend between an ancient Greek manner and what almost looked like a casino and when Percy opened the door it was opened by a disheveled and hung-over-looking Apollo.

"Hey dude," Apollo greeted him. "A bit early, ain't it?"

"It's two O'clock," Percy explained.

"Oh it is, fuck man," Apollo grunted.

"So, what can I do for you. Heard you've been busy," Apollo grunted and grabbed a goblet of what looked like water from a scantily clad brunette that looked surprisingly mortal. "Run along Stephanie," Apollo ordered and gently slapped the girls rear as she began to scuffle around you. "The gods are talking."

The girl blushed and hurried off.

As Apollo led him further around he spotted a surprising number of women with a considerable lack of clothes lounging around the living room.

"Lord Perseus, join us!" one of them called over. "Apollo doesn't mind sharing!"

The rest of them laughed and looked at him with open curiosity. "Mind your manners, ladies," Apollo called out. "I will join you later."

"Sorry about that," Apollo announced and finally led Percy out into a back porch overlooking a beautiful garden. In the center stood a fountain similar to his own, only it was surrounded by small bushes and flowers. A number of naiads and dryads were chasing each other around the lawn and through the trees.

"Are those mortal girls in there?" Percy asked, surprised.

"Yeah, as the god of medicine, I have a practice where I work as a therapist in LA. So like when actresses come by with their problems,... anyway I came up with this thing called Nymphomania. They are pretty enough, I just offer them a job," Apollo exclaimed. "Just invent a Latin term, and suddenly it's an illness. Mortals are so gullible, there is nothing wrong with women wishing to make love!" Apollo exclaimed.

"Really?" Percy exclaimed. While he was no clinical phycologist, he was quite sure that men could suffer from nymphomania as well.

"Yes, the end of the Titan war convinced me that the mortals are worth more of my attention," Apollo explained brightly.

Just then a pretty, slender brunette with toned legs that gave off a clear hippy vibe stepped in. "Lord Apollo, we have rehearsals? Don't be late again!"

"I'll be there, don't you see I have a high guest?"

The blond sighed. "Just don't make us wait again. Those girls of yours are getting out of hand."

Then she turned to Percy and bowed. "Lord Perseus, it is a pleasure to properly make your acquaintance. My name is Calliope, one of the muses," she introduced herself.

"I recognize you," Percy said. "Saw you dancing a few years ago, you were amazing."

Calliope bowed deeply in an artistic manner. "I am a mere shadow of my sisters. I noticed you too, you were with that fair daughter of Athena," she mused. "Ah, now there hasn't been a scandal like that since Agamemnon sacrificed Iphigenia! My sister has even written poems about you."

"Yes, letting that happen. Hardly my sister's proudest moment," Apollo mused and then added, "I remind her every time she brings up Daphne!"

"Well, I will be going. Don't be too late," the Muse replied.

"It was a pleasure to finally meet you," Terpsichore then added, glancing back at Percy before leaving.

"So, what can I do for you?" Apollo finally asked for the second time.

"I have this dryad that wishes to enter my service, much like them," Percy explained and gestured at the girls fooling around in the garden.

"She offered, not gonna lie, that kinda is cheating. You are supposed to catch them," Apollo complained. "But fair enough. What's the problem?"

"Well, she is at camp and I have no clue how to actually bring her home with me..."

"Easy, just bring her tree home with you," Apollo exclaimed.

"But how?" Percy asked.

"Magic," Apollo replied and winked. "So, let me guess. You want to ask your homeboy, Apollo, the glorious and all-mighty god of the sun, raves, and all things awesome, to help you bring your little pet home?"

"Pretty much," Percy replied, keeping his face straight.

"Hell yeah man, it would be my pleasure," Apollo exclaimed and pulled a Kithara from thin air and stroked the cords. "Perseus calls for aid, and as the best Olympian god, I shall answer. When is this shit going down?"

"Tomorrow night at about ten o'clock. We want to keep this low profile," Percy explained.

"I see," Apollo said. "You dog!"

By now Percy knew better than to argue his noble attention and decided to just go with them. If he did, Apollo might even be tempted to add Juniper to his own collection.

"Then we will meet tomorrow at Zeus's fist then?" Percy asked.

"I'll be there, gotta get you set up. Though you are doing better than most...Khione and Circe? Now that is some high-profile ass. Not bad my friend, not bad at all."

Percy shrugged. "Thanks, I really need to get back to practicing my godly abilities."

Apollo laughed. "Artemis might disagree. She's been quite frustrated with your lack of motivation. But to be honest, you have nothing but time unless you are intending to go back to war. I saw how you and that pretty blond took down Circe, and your abilities are quite impressive. Especially for one as young as you."

Percy nodded awkwardly. "Thanks, I guess, though the credit goes to Annabeth. Took Circe down.."

Apollo laughter rang out like bells. "Yeah, she did, choked her right out. Probably one of the hottest things I have seen in many years."

"Yeah, it was," Percy agreed.

"So, better be on my way. Things to do, places to be, people to meet," Percy announced.

The next evening things went as planned.

With Annabeth joining Paul and Sally to some doctor's appointments, yes it turned out his mother did indeed prefer to take Annabeth to him to these appointments. Percy knew that Annabeth and his mother had built something of a mother-daughter relationship and a close friendship and his mother had explained it to be a girl's thing.

Percy was fine with that, and during his recent visit, they had gushed over the ultrasound pictures.

In the later hours of the day, Percy and Silena climbed into Blackjack, Silena having insisted on traveling by Pegasi rather than Ms. O'Leary. It would take longer, but...Silena had insisted. Originally Percy had wanted to leave much earlier, to compliment Leo on the superb work he had done on the Fero, but that would have brought too much attention. The plan was for Juniper to simply disappear.

Silena Beauregard

As darkness fell Silena quickly regretted insisting on taking a Pegasi. The Temperature plummeted quickly and soon Silena found herself shivering despite a long-sleeved shirt.

The worst part was that Percy sat right behind her, insultingly only wearing a shirt and seeming perfectly fine. Despite her best efforts, her back pressed up against his warm chest to steal whatever warmth she could. She really desired the physical contact for that reason alone but this was Annabeth's man and she would not intrude uninvited on Annabeth's territory.

As if the gods of the winds were with her they were hit by turbulence at just that moment and Silena was almost thrown off Blackjack's back and Percy chose then to wrap his arms around her waist and held her tightly against his chest. It was still cold, but better than nothing, and her thanks were almost certainly lost to the wind. Silena was an experienced rider, but without a saddle, it was hard to find any grip.

Finally, she could make out the familiar terrain of Camp Half-Blood in the distance. Many miles off Blackjack stopped flapping and began to glide, trading altitude for distance. They glided for almost ten minutes before Blackjack circled Zeus's fist once before finally landing.

Almost the exact moment Blackjack's hooves touched the grass a pillar of flames rose up not far away from them, causing Blackjack to buck and rise up in complaint. Then the flames faded there stood Apollo in a simple tunic and with a war bow strung over his back.

"Ah, there you are," Apollo greeted them as Percy slid of Blackjack's back and then helped her off. Silena didn't need the help, having spent much of her childhood climbing on and off Pegasi but she appreciated it regardless.

"Silena Beauregard, as beautiful as ever," Apollo greeted her with a slight bow.

Silena smiled awkwardly but made a point to step slightly behind Percy. She was here to make Juniper feel as comfortable as possible and not run off to some other god or even better, get her to abandon her foolish endeavor. She wasn't here to play eye candy for Apollo.

Silena looked over at the eight-foot-high Juniper tree where she knew the dryad would appear and sure enough, the dainty female, no taller than herself, melted out of the stem and began to nervously walk towards them. In the faint moonlight, Juniper's lush greek skin looked a dark shade of gray.

"Lord Perseus, Lord Apollo?" she greeted the two gods.

"Good evening Juniper," Percy replied and Silena could almost sense how uncomfortable he was.

"Are you still certain you wish to go through with this?" Percy asked.

"Yes," Juniper insisted after a long moment of hesitation. "So, how does this work?" she asked.

"So," Apollo announced. "Basically, you swear your unconditional loyalty to Percy here. Unless Percy wishes to keep you here I will put you in an enchanted trance, and will magically shift your tree to Percy's nymph fountain. Once your tree has recovered from the trip you will wake up in your new master's home."

"About the oath," Percy swiftly cut in because Juniper looked like she was just about to start swearing her life away.

"I want you to know that this is real. That as my slave, I will use you, however, I see fit just like any other god would and if you misbehave I will punish you. You won't always like what I will have you do," Percy warned, it was a bluff but it might just work.

Not meeting their gazes Juniper nodded. "I understand," she said softly and her cheeks flushed a much darker shade of green.

"I was thinking the oath you swear should leave you a way back out," Percy began and Apollo cleared his voice.

"I am sorry, Percy. But these shifting arrangements...they are intended to last to the death, usually the servants," Apollo explained. "The fates really don't like it when you go against ancient practice."

Percy froze and exchanged a look with Silena who only shrugged.

"I am fine with that, " Juniper assured them. "And I know the oath I need to swear. I, Juniper, swear myself to Lord Perseus. I swear by the river of Styx will serve him and his household as a loyal servant in what have capacity he desires with no reservations and of my own free will. All I ask in return is that he takes me away from here and lets me take my place in his household."

While thunder rolled in the distance to the sacred oath there was no other reaction to the oath. No flash of light or glowing chains appeared around her. He felt no different and Juniper too looked slightly uncertain.

"It is done, little dryad," Apollo announced gravely. "May you serve your master well."

Apollo slowly walked over to the now trembling Juniper and smiled at her. "Don't worry, you won't feel a thing."

When Apollo touched Juniper's arm, the dryad evaporated into a small cloud of leaves and flower petals. A moment later her tree disappeared, leaving nothing but flat ground and grass as if the Juniper had never been there.

"She'll be at your residence once you arrive," Apollo announced. "Have fun with her, she is a very pretty one. You ever need help with your girls, let me know."

With that Apollo evaporated back into a pillar of flame until she, Percy, and Blackjack were left alone.

The moment they were alone Grover emerged from the trees and trotted over to them, a sad expression on his face.

"Hey guys," he greeted them.

"Grover," Silena greeted him and gave the Satyr a firm hug.

"So, she's gone?" he asked.

Percy sighed. "Yeah, don't worry man. I'll keep her out of trouble and you are always welcome to come by."

Grover sighed sadly. "I spent the past three days begging her not to, it was like arguing with a tree. I don't what has gotten into her. She was usually really low maintenance."

Percy shrugged. "All I know is that I have more women in my life than I can handle. At least Silena doesn't cause trouble."

"Don't tempt me," Silena warned and winked, her not causing trouble was by design. She knew how frustrating her gender could be for guys at times, especially for Percy who had put up with the clusterfuck Annabeth presented. It would not do for her presence to cause Percy more headache than it already did.

"I'll keep an eye on Juniper, she will be fine," Silena promised. "Though I think her life will be a lot more boring than she expected. There are a lot fewer wild parties and excitement going on than she probably imagines and I am going to arrange her a tight plan of chores, she is going to regret this in all the right ways."

Grover actually snorted and looked at them with grateful eyes. "Thanks, take good care of her. She's just,...naive."

Percy shrugged. "Hey, don't sweat it. You gotta do what you gotta do and I'll keep her out of trouble."

Annabeth Chase

After spending a quality day with Sally she had finally returned home and found a Juniper lying in the flowerbed next to the fountain, though as of now there was no sign of the girl that went along with the plant. Annabeth shrugged to herself but before she could so much as walk more than a few steps Juniper's motionless form appeared lying on the flowerbed.

In the twilight Juniper's slender form almost looked childlike.

With another deep sigh, she knelt down next to the snoring dryad and felt her pulse before scooping her up into her arms and carrying her back into the main courtyard where she gently ut Juniper down on a deckchair and covered her with a blanket. "You stupid girl," Annabeth said, shaking her head slightly. "You stupid, stupid girl."

Deciding that her problems weren't about to solve themselves anytime soon Annabeth took a page out of Silena's book and poured herself a well-deserved glass of scotch and took a sip from the liquid and made a face. What people saw in that god-awful drink was beyond her, but the general situation warranted a drink. Annabeth marveled at how her already chaotic and unpredictable life had unraveled. A few mere months ago everything had been, well almost reasonably normal, apart from of course the monsters, gods, giants, and titans.

One panic attack induced breakup and makeup later her boyfriend owned two slaves with two more just having joined. The worst part was she couldn't fault him for it.

Just as she took another sip of the sharp liquid the rhythmic thud of wingbeats filled with night and moments later Blackjack landed with Percy and Silena. Moments later Ms. O'Leary melted free from the shadows and trotted towards them and began to lick Silena's arm. Apparently having succumbed to Ms. O'Leary's love she scratched the hellhound's jaw.

"So there she is," Percy announced and glanced at Juniper nervously. "Has she woken up yet?"

Annabeth shrugged. "I guess being uprooted and planted somewhere else has cost her much of her strength."

"Looks like it," Silena replied. "So, Percy. Time to make a choice. What do we do about Juniper now that she is here?"

Percy sighed deeply and rubbed his temples. "She wanted to be a servant so badly. I say we give her what she wants. Silena, you have seniority so I will put you in charge of her, hand out chores, and put her to work however you see fit."

"Spoken like the head of a divine household," Silena mused.

"Sorry," Percy replied, realizing he had indirectly placed Silena as his inferior by the poor choice of words.

"Don't be," Silena assured him. "It's what will keep us out of trouble."

Annabeth nodded in agreement. "She is right, if they see you being all soft of Silena, Khione, or Circe, they will take you for weak."

Suddenly Juniper stirred and opened her eyes and looked around, clearly disoriented and confused.

"Where am I?" she asked, blinking slowly and sat up.

"Welcome to your new home," Silena greeted Juniper, trying to sound bright and welcoming.

Juniper slowly rose to her feet and looked around with wide eyes. "Hey guys!" she greeted them with a shy smile and her cheeks turned a darker shade of green.

"So, welcome Juniper," Percy replied awkwardly and Annabeth felt for him, imagining how comfortable this must be for him. Here he was with his girlfriend, and more women just kept entering his household. Juniper folded her hands, letting her slender form seem even smaller. She was no taller than Silena but lacked the latter's curves. However, Annabeth had to admit that it seemed to work for her elfish features and pointed ears.

Fortunately, Silena was as usual on top of it. "Come with me Juniper, I'll show you around."

Juniper looked over at Percy who cleared his voice. "Ahm yes, Silena is in charge around here. Just do what she says," he confirmed.

Juniper nodded slowly. "Yes, my lord."

"It's Percy," Percy immediately corrected. "Don't call me my lord, especially not when we are alone."

Juniper awkwardly bowed, blushing furiously and even Annabeth cringed. "Yes, Percy."

"We will talk later," Percy announced.

Juniper blushed even deeper and lowered her gaze and Annabeth guessed that Juniper was expecting a quite active sex life.

Annabeth shot Silena a grateful look and Silena winked back at her.

For a long moment, they stood in silence as Annabeth began to realize that she might need to entertain a new relationship doctrine.

Chapter Text

Percy Jackson

No one had asked Annabeth to organize the details of Piper's shift to New York. Really, no one had. With all parties involved in the mood suffering from ADHD, they would have otherwise certainly free-balled it.

No, now Annabeth had set up a command post in the kitchen where she stood with a clipboard containing a catalog of all boxes and furniture they would be taking along and more importantly, what would be staying behind or get tossed out.

Frank, Jason, Leo, Silena, and himself had come out to help with the move itself, with Leo being tongue-tied around Silena for the firstfew minutes offering a minor highlight.

Tension lay in the air from the moment Jason had joined them and even Percy, who considered himself quite oblivious, picked up on it. The way the warm smile Piper had greeted them with fell the moment her boyfriend entered. It was fairly obvious that the two had been fighting.

But Jason cleared his voice and joined the small crowd, clearly not willing to address whatever had transpired between them. Percy chose to hold him showing up in Jason's favor. Judging by the tension, it might have been easier for him to be a no-show.

However, Percy chose to make the best of it. It was especially nice to see Frank again and when Frank was assigned to disassembling Piper's queen-sized oak bed Percy had volunteered the tall and buff, Asian kid.

Soon he and Frank were quickly catching up. It quickly turned out that rumors of his current life had reached him and his own girlfriend, Hazel, in a somewhat distorted manner and they had been under the impression that his life was way more exciting and scandalous than it actually was, make of that what you will. Percy had been happy to free him of that notion.

"Do you know what's going on between Piper and Jason?" Frank finally asked. "That was,...tense."

Percy only shrugged, not sure it was his place to share the story.

Just as they managed to remove the first set of screws, Silena drifted into the room and beamed at them, bearing a plate with snacks. Percy was by now used to this and could weather the full force of Silena's smile. However the normally shy, and well-mannered Frank visibly stiffed, his face quickly turning red as he struggled to find words.

"Hard at work boys?" she asked cheerfully.

"Ahm yeah...I mean yes Ma'am," Frank stuttered.

"Ma'am? Do I look that old?" Silena asked innocently.

Frank blushed scarlet. "I mean no, sorry Silena..." his voice faltered and Silena only smiled gently in response.

"Do you two want any snacks?"

Still flustered Frank accepted one and Silena's smile grew even wider, her deep blue eyes sparkling. "Annabeth wants you to take apart the wardrobe as well. Apparently, Leo had a minor whoopsie and accidentally burned the other one while trying to load it on the truck," Silena added sweetly.

Still blushing furiously, Frank nodded vigorously and Percy gave Silena a slightly exasperated look who only winked at him and drifted out of the room on light feet.

"Can she Charmspeak like Piper? It feels different..." Frank asked weekly, clearly embarrassed about the affair once Silena was safely out of earshot.

"Nah," Percy said. "It's just her."

"And she is your slave?" Frank asked doubtfully.

He didn't sound overly disturbed over the notion, but then he was a Roman legionnaire.

"I prefer roommate," Percy corrected.

Frank nodded. "Can you not tell Hazel about this?" he asked. "I would never,... She is just-.."

Percy laughed and decided to spare him. "Don't worry man, I won't."

They continued working and finally Frank glanced over at him. "So she betrayed Camp to the Titans? She seems so nice and ..." Frank trailed off.

Percy shrugged. "Silena got in way over her head," he defended her. "And tried her best. She paid for it dearly and is still is. Still, Silena is pretty cool. The nicest person you will ever meet."

Frank only nodded himself.

"Anyway, congrats on getting back with Annabeth," Frank finally changed the subject. "She okay with the Silena situation?"

Percy snorted. "It is complicated...Silena isn't going anywhere, and neither is Annabeth. Don't even get me started on Khione or Circe, I have no clue what to do with them."

Frank broke a grin. "I wouldn't want to trade with you, one girlfriend is a full-time job!"

Percy laughed and pulled out a screw and tossed it in the bag and with Frank's help freed one of the bed's sidebars. "Believe me, I know. You and Hazel solid?"

Frank's face lit up with joy like a labrador that had just been presented with a new snack. "Hazel is amazing, we are doing great. She wanted to be here today but she caught the flu yesterday," Frank explained.

"I am happy for you. At least some of us get to have a healthy straightforward relationship," Percy joked.

Frank smiled happily and finally they finished off with the bed. "So godhood isn't working out for you?"

"You kidding? Becoming a god has screwed me over more than anything else and I am just recovering from it. The only good thing that has come from this is that Silena is back among the living," Percy summarized.

"Note to self, turn down godhood," Frank joked and Percy slapped his shoulder.

"Now, let us get to this fucking wardrobe," Percy finally announced.

Suddenly Leo burst in. "So dude, how did the Fero work out?" he asked. "Need a debrief."

Percy grinned. "It worked as advertised, she survived a Kraken and blew multiple Scylla heads apart," Percy reported and then went into further detail as they disassembled Piper's wardrobe, pointing out the boat's adequacy in containing Circe and the vessel's overall sturdiness.

Once the disassembled furniture was brought out into the living room and Percy had circled around once more to be certain that they hadn't missed anything when he heard that loud whisper of a heated argument that was meant to be private.

"I don't know what to do Piper, every time we talk or see each other, we end up fighting and arguing! And then there was that kissing incident," Jason growled.

"She kissed me. I stopped it and haven't talked to her since," Piper argued. "That was not my fault."

"It still happened, Piper. But that's beside the point. It's been impossible for me to get so much as a kiss from you these days," Jason exclaimed.

"Well, you never taking to me, Jason. It's always complete silence, even when we hang out. And whenever I try to talk to you, you run off or shut me down. What? You don't get to fuck me yet? Is that what this is about? You want it that desperately?" Piper demanded and Percy could hear her voice cracking. Then he heard fabric rustling and imagined Piper was tearing some garment off.

"You want this?" Piper snapped at Jason, a rare note of venom that would have even impressed Drew Tanaka. "Here, you want tits? Is this why you've been giving me the cold shoulder?" Piper demanded. "Because if that's what your problem is you can fuck me right now? Who cares if I am not feeling ready? Let it out on me! How do you want to do this? Up against the wall!"

"Shut up!" Jason growled. "You are acting like a lunatic!"

"Pardon me?" Pipe asked, her voice dangerous and soft as velvet.

Suddenly Percy awoke from his shock and realized that this conversation was truly none of his business and hurried off, a sinking feeling settling in the pit of his stomach as he realized that his friend's relationship had crossed a threshold they couldn't return from. Things were being said from which Percy could not see any return.

Silena Beauregard

Silena knelt down next to the moving boxes and tagged them with Hermes Express Delivery stickers for delivery to Annabeth's living room. She was just making sure it was the right box from Annabeth's inventory list when Percy entered the living room, looking rather worried.

"What's wrong?" Annabeth asked, picking up on Percy's mood at least as fast as she had. Frank and Leo stopped what they had been doing and looked over.

As if to answer the question, a door slammed and Jason followed Percy into the room, his face red as if he wasn't yet sure whether he was angry or sad. "Ahm, sorry, guys. I should leave now. Hope you have a nice day," he announced with a quivering voice, turned around and walked out the front door without looking back.

"What the fuck is going on?" Leo asked when a moment later Piper stepped into the living room, her eyes red.

"Sorry about this," she announced, her voice hitching as she fought back sobs and her eyes turned red. "What happened?" Leo asked, looking around, confused. Silena immediately understood what had just happened and looked at Piper with pity. "Before you hear anything from anyone else, Jason and I just broke up. It was a mutual thing, don't take sides please," she announced as tears began to run down her cheeks.

"Oh gods, Piper!" Annabeth said, and immediately rushed over to firmly embrace the daughter of Aphrodite.

Leo cleared his voice. "Piper, you look taken care of. So sorry this happened, but I got to go check on my homeboy," he declared solemnly and Piper nodded tearfully, leaving Leo to hurry after Jason.

Silena too slowly stepped closer to Piper and placed a hand on her shoulder. "Gosh Piper, is there anything I can do?" she asked gently.

"No," Piper said and shook her head tearfully.

Silena glanced back at Percy and Frank and nodded at the box and mouthed, "Finish this up, will you?"

Percy nodded and beckoned, and Frank and the two young men went straight back to work.

"Fuck, this is a disaster," Piper said, tearing at her hair in distress.

"Piper, it's going to be fine," Annabeth assured her. "Same drill as when Percy and I split. Tonight we watch legally blond with a shit tone of ice cream. How does getting completely shitfaced sound?" she asked.

"Great but I am not twenty-one!" Piper complained. "My dad killed me last time!"

"I don't care," Annabeth replied. "I'll ask Thalia to come over too! Just remember, no matter how pointless guys and dating might seem right now, do not join the hunt! Thalia can be sneaky like that."

Piper sniffed and nodded, "Thanks!"

Leo might have left but there wasn't much left to do in any case. Piper also had swiftly become next to useless but between himself, Frank, and Annabeth's originating, they managed to pack up and catalog the rest of Piper's belongings.

Finally, after marking the boxes for transport and paying the fare, five golden drachmae, they sent the boxes along with Piper's MINI to Annabeth's apartment. The latter claimed Annabeth's parking spot in the underground parking garage. Not that Annabeth owned a car, but apparently she still had a spot reserved regardless.

Once their work in Oklahoma was done Piper looked around her home own last time, but not quite in a sentimental manner. It seemed to Silena as if Piper was looking for them but just couldn't find them.

With a heavy sense of finality, the door fell shut behind them and the clock licked as if kicking Piper out into a new phase of her life with an undeniable finality.

They climbed onto the Pegasi and without any more ceremony, they finally flew off into the afternoon.

After one or two hours of flight, they finally returned to New York.

It was then that they finally parted ways again. Frank took a giant eagle back to New Rome, and the rest of the Pegasi to their respective destinations.

After a flight through a clear sunset, Percy too broke away from the formation over Olympus to land at their home while the rest of them proceeded to Annabeth's apartment.

Percy Jackson

When Percy returned to his home in the early hours of the evening it was deserted, save for the unwilling occupants. Either Juniper had retreated to her tree, or she was somewhere on Olympus, though he suspected the latter. So far whenever he approached Juniper revealed herself, rushing to greet him with much the same enthusiasm as Mrs O'Leary did. Dutifully Mrs. O'Leary came trotting out of the shadows the moment he entered and sniffed in excitement. "Hey, girl!" he greeted the hellhound and affectionately scratched her chin.

"Woof!" Mrs. O'Leary barked happily and dumped a large bronze shield at his feet. The hellhound enthusiastically wagged her tail back and forth, knocking aside several deckchairs in the process.

Percy sighed, picked the shield up, and tossed it across the courtyard like a frisbee.

Mrs. O'Leary rushed through the furniture like a wrecking ball and Percy figured Silena would not be happy at all once she finally returned home. Percy tossed the frisbee a few more times until she finally allowed him to proceed downstairs.

Finally, Percy remembered that Silena had approached him about Khione. Well, with nothing better to do it seemed as good of a time as any to approach the subject.

So he proceeded down to his private dungeon where these two beautiful goddesses sat behind celestial bronze bars, Khone in her dirty white dress and with her characteristic faint glow and Circe in Annabeth's orange Camp Half-blood shirt, still chained to the wall, sat around all day, waiting for something to change. Circe glared at him with pure loathing but said nothing as he stepped closer.

Just then Percy realized putting Khione and Circe in the same room might have not been the wisest course of action. The two prisoners had a lot of unsupervised time they could talk in. But it was far too late for any such considerations.

"Good afternoon ladies," Percy greeted them, trying to sound as friendly as possible.

"Lord Perseus," Khione greeted him, her voice a cautious neutral.

Circe said nothing, instead only continuing to glare. He could very much live with the silent treatment.

"I am going to need to borrow you for a moment," he announced to Khione lightly.

Khione hesitated for a moment but then nodded slowly. "Yes, my Lord."

Circe switched targets for a moment to glower at Khione before going turning her attention back to him.

For a moment Percy considered chaining Khione's wrists but chose not too. With her powers taken, Khione would be no stronger than a mortal woman of her size, stature, and training. Judging by her run-in with the Centaurs, Khione had no close-quarter combat training to speak of. If he couldn't handle Khione under these circumstances, he deserved what was coming to him.

He opened Khione's cell and let her out. "Behave yourself," Percy warned.

Khione pursed her lips but nodded. "Yes, my Lord," she repeated herself.

So Percy led Khione from the vault and sealed Circe back inside. He still wasn't completely comfortable with having prisoners, but fortunately, Circe was kind enough to make things easier.

Finally, Percy led Khione into the dining room and had her sit down.

"So, my Lord. How may I serve you?" Khione asked evenly as Percy sat down.

"Are yu and Circe getting along alright?" Percy asked, just to break the ice.

Khione's neutral cold expression darkened for a moment. "Her presence grows tiresome," Khione announced. "But I guess it could be a lot worse."

Percy cracked a smile. "Yeah, sorry for leaving you with her. Unfortunately, I am short on prisons."

Khione didn't smile but in her defense, his joke had been so bad it could have come from Leo.

"I hear you and Silena have been getting along quite well?" Percy continued quickly.

Khione nodded and folded her hands on her lap. "She has been quite hospitable. You are fortunate to have such a loyal and beautiful servant."

"Yes, I am," Percy agreed wholeheartedly. "-and it seems she has taken a liking to you. Silena asked me that I should let you out of your cell from time to time and I am considering taking her up on it."

Khione's lips parted slightly in surprise but then she looked up at him, her expression neutral. "I see," Khione announced, her voice guarded.

Then her eyes flicked up to the ceiling and she raised an eyebrow.

Following her gaze, Percy realized that they weren't alone anymore. Juniper had clearly returned and was now in the water. She was also completely naked.

"Ah," Percy remarked and sighed. "Khione, meet Juniper. As you might know, she is a dryad in my service."

Khione shook her head. "I did not know, but it seems dryads have not changed."

"Yeah," Percy agreed, forcing himself not to look back at up Juniper. "So, if I were to let you out of your cell, would you agree not to cause me a headache? No fighting, no trying to run away? No diabolical scheming to bring Olympus down to its knees?"

Khione didn't answer for a long moment, letting her gaze sweep and shifting up to where his newest servant was relaxing in the water above them.

"What considerations would you expect in return?" Khione finally asked, keeping her voice cool and careful.

"Nothing, only that you don't make me regret this. If you do..." Percy trailed off, letting the unspoken implications hang in the air. "The fewer women chained up in my basement, the better. Silena will be in charge, you will assist her with whatever she does and if that works out you can spend more and more leisure time outside of a cell."

"I will do no such thing! Are you seriously expecting me to scrub on your floor like a common slave?" Khione asked, a taste of offense seeping into her voice.

"Well, technically you are a common slave,..:" Percy pointed out diplomatically.

"I am still a goddess," Khione reminded him, her arms crossed in defiance.

"Are you seriously complaining about the conditions of your confinement?" Percy asked perplexed. "Not to sound like an ass, but we both know your situation could be considerably less pleasant."

"And yet you feel the need to remind me, Lord Perseus. Yes, I am your prize of war," Khione announced. "You have me imprisoned in your home and pleasantries aside, we both know what you can take from me whatever you desire. You have made that very clear by having me and Circe drink that potion. I might be convinced to swear that I will not defy you so you can parade me around in front of your guests, but do not expect me to kneel and eat from your hand like some dog. I will not mistake your offer for generosity!"

Khione spoke with her usual crystal clear voice and whatever warmth her voice might have held before, now it had reached zero Kelvin. There was no anger, but Percy almost shivered under her gaze.

At least he had tried, Percy told himself, guessing that this conversation best be adjourned. He could tell Silena had tried.

"It was worth a try," Percy announced and rose to his feet.

When Khione didn't move Percy finally beckoned at her to rise. When she didn't move Percy took her arm and pulled her to her feet. "I think it's time to get you back in your cell," Percy announced.

Her skin was as cool as ever, and Percy quickly released her.

When Percy brought Khione back to her cell, he felt Circe's eyes boring into him the moment he entered. Once Khione was safely under lock and key in her cage, Percy left and sealed his two favorite problems in their vault and headed upstairs. As he stepped out onto the courtyard Juniper popped up at the side of the pool and offered him a shy but stunning smile. Her skin seemed to shimmer in the greenish light play from the pool and evening sun and her reddish amber hair was tied up in two long braids that slightly reminded him of those head tails from StarWars. It seemed to draw attention to her elegant, pointed ears.

"Hey Percy," she greeted him and climbed out of the pool, and began walking toward him completely naked. She was just as short and slender as Silena but lacked the daughter of Aphrodite's curves and muscle tone but shared her and Annabeth's long legs. Her breasts were small, even proportionately, and her nipples seemed to be inviting attention. What struck him was that apart from her head, Juniper seemed to be hairless, or at least cleanly shaven. The only fitting adjective that could possibly describe her was that she looked as if she was tightness incarnate and was cute in the extreme.

He had long since grown used to her shy demeanor so her walking up to him the way she did while casually naked was offputting. The way she neither seemed to be hiding anything nor promoting it. Probably a dryad thing, Percy figured.

"How was your day?" Percy asked, keeping his eyes on her face and not her body.

"Very good, master. Olympus is a beautiful city. There is so much to see! After I completed my chores, of course." Juniper announced with a smile.

"Of course," Percy agreed, having seen the nymph doing some cleaning earlier.

"You were talking with Khione," she noticed.

"Yeah, trying to find a more long-term arrangement," Percy admitted and sat down on the deckchair, the one that had Juniper's pillow and a blanket folded on it. While she might have been given her own room, so far Juniper had preferred to sleep outside.

"Are you satisfied with my service so far?" Juniper asked, finally stopping mere inches in front of him.

"I do not have too much experience at keeping a home clean, but I try my best," she assured him, her cheeks turning an even darker shade of green.

"You are doing fine," Percy reassured her and coughed awkwardly. The way she simply stood there, hiding nothing. Her scent reminded him of pine needles and forests. It was strangely intoxicating, lulling his mental faculties while slowly drawing him in. Just as Percy realized he was slowly leaning forward, breathing in her scent, Juniper moved and sat down beside him.

Percy shook his head slightly and shook the daze off, mildly concerned that whatever Juniper was doing, it could even influence him as a god.

"I think we are alone now," the dryad announced softly and looked up at him with wide eyes.

"Yeah, sure!" Percy confirmed awkwardly.

"Just so you know, if there anything else you would like me to do for you, you need only ask," she announced evasively and blushed even deeper.

Knowing exactly what Juniper was offering Percy cleared his voice and got up.

"Ah yeah, I will!" Percy assured her. The fact that one of his best friend's ex-girlfriends, a girl he had gotten to know as shy and agreeable, more or less pressured him into taking her in as a slave, was weird enough on its own. But having her sitting here, acting the way she was...While it might offer some temptation, his awkwardness more than made up for it.

"I must go speak to the twins," Percy voiced the first thing that came to his mind. "Training and stuff!" he elaborated at the dryad's confused expression.

Juniper blushed deeply and looked away. "I am sorry, Master," she stuttered. "I did not wish to make you uncomfortable, may I be excused?"

"Yeah!" Percy said quickly. "You are free to spend the rest of the day however you want."

Chapter Text

Silena Beauregard

Once again, Silena found herself waking up in an unfamiliar bed. This time, the hangover of a lifetime added insult to injury. Her eyelids felt as if they had turned to lead and her head pounded as she sat up. Next to her Annabeth, ever graceful, was snoring into her pillow with her face down.

"Fuck," Silena grunted to herself, sitting up and pulled on her shorts.

It took her a few moments to organize her thoughts, but then she remembered the proceeding evening.

It had been a fun girls' night. It had also been the first time she slept outside of her home since her return from the dead.

Her restless, alcohol-marred sleep had been light and exhausting for a disturbing cocktail of nightmares had plagued her. Not the normal demigod dreams and visions she had enjoyed throughout her last life, just dark flashes of memories.

Silena squinted as the light of the morning sun assaulted her retina through the windows and slipped out of the room. In the living room, Thalia was sleeping on the couch.

The remnants of their party still littered Annabeth's glass living room table. Half-finished bottles joined empty ones and glasses littering the table along with almost empty bowls of snacks.

The last night had been a very pleasant girls' night. She could enjoy guy drama, as long as it wasn't her guy drama. It certainly beats lying alone in bed and with the vibrator she had liberated from Percy's dungeon now that he was locked down.

So after cleaning up the flat and eating a collective breakfast, their group parted ways. Annabeth headed over to Percy's Thalia to do whatever the hunt did, and she headed back home.

It was a rather long walk but Silena was fine with that. There was no reason to hurry. All that waited was possibly a messy home, though she was not sure how quickly even Percy could mess up the place.

Not wishing to tempt fate, she did not ponder the matter any further.

Once home, she was met by loud music moments later found Percy in their home's fitness area with Juniper hovering behind him, holding a towel and water bottle while very openly googling the godling. Silena could not hold it against her.

Damn, Silena thought to herself as she watched him bench-pressing what looked like it was probably well above her own body weight. He was a rare specimen of a man and losing the second biggest perk of being his sex slave to Annabeth had truly been her loss so she could empathize with Juniper being somewhat put off after not being used in the way her daydreams had likely promised.

For a moment, she was so lost in fond fantasies and memories of Percy's lips moving over her skin or that passive awareness of his physical strength as their bodies moved together.

that she didn't register Percy setting down the weights, sitting up, and noticing her.

"Oh, hey Silena?" Percy greeted her with a grin and Juniper nodded at her curtly. "How is Piper doing?"

"Fine," Silena said and looked around. "Any...?"

"Nah, spent most of the night at Apollo's," Percy admitted. "You know, divine training..."

"Did you learn anything?" Silena asked curiously.

Percy snorted and leaned forward, resting his arms on his thighs. "Nah, apparently it takes time."

With a groan, the god rose to his feet and they exchanged a quick one of those mildly awkward one-arm embraces.

"I already cleaned the house up," Juniper announced, sounding rather smug.

"Thanks," Silena replied, smiling sweetly, not sure if Juniper was attempting to kick loose some sort of rivalry or not. Under normal circumstances, she would make that assumption, but Juniper had always struck her as a peaceful and gentle soul. On the other hand, she would have never imagined that Juniper would volunteer herself to join a god's harem. Dragged off into one, sure. But volunteering? It seemed that everyone grew up and in the end, even adorable little dryads ended up playing Girls Gone Wild.

"So, Juniper spotting for you?" Silena asked once Juniper had departed.

"Yeah," Percy announced, looking slightly uneasy. "Silena, I think Juniper is trying to sleep with me. She totally came onto me last night."

Silena rolled her eyes. "Darling, I thought we already established that Juniper probably wants a piece of you. You are quite the catch, you know?"

Percy shrugged, "Still, was kinda weird. Which is surprising, one would think that being pursued by a cute dryad is something worth striving for."

"Perhaps you can be excused," Silena replied with a light wink. "Your girl situation is already complicated enough with the two ladies downstairs, Annabeth, and of course our situation..."

Percy sighed deeply. "Seeing as we are on the topic, I talked to Khione last night."

"And?" Silena asked hopefully.

"Well, I think she assumed my intentions were less than honorable?" Percy admitted.

"What happened?" Silena asked, surprised.

"Brought her out, we talked. I explained your proposal, but she wasn't happy..."

Silena sighed. "Give it time, please do. I think Khione could make a good roommate, she really isn't that bad."

"We'll see," Percy replied and Silena beamed at him.

Before she could say another word her legs suddenly gave away and the last thing she saw was herself following forward onto Percy.

When her eyes snapped open she was sitting in a rotting boat, a robed skeletal figure standing at the rear, propelling them across a fowl dark river. An all-consuming cold emptiness eclipsed what once had once been her mind. It was hard to concentrate on one thing, even the fact that she and those sitting with her were transparent failed to cause the alarm it should have. Some of those sitting with her seemed oddly familiar, around her age, and something about their clothes...though what it was,...she could not place.

She knew she was dead, and her time of reckoning was coming. She would answer for her mistakes, her crimes. How many valiant heroes had died due to her treason? Dozens? It was hard to say. A few names, even in her docile state, stabbed deep into her soul. Charlie, Michael, Lee, and her own sister Stacy. Again and again, their faces flashed through her mind. Though Silena knew she would answer for their deaths soon enough. Had she been coerced into doing Luke's bidding? Perhaps, but she doubted she would receive Mercy for that, nor would she ask for any. It could have all been avoided at so many opportunities.

She could have just come forward, told Charlie, Percy, her chosen little sister Annabeth, or even Chiron. They would have likely understood, in death, she could finally see that. She could have just not argued against Annabeth's proposed counter-espionage measures, measures she knew would have uncovered her betrail. No,..she had just been too scared.

Finally, in the distance, a shoreline appeared. Legions of dead warriors stood their silent vigil, guarding the boundaries of their Lord's domain as the war raged on ahead.

"Almost there," Charon announced coldly. "I hope you said your prayers to the gods, for now only one Lord can hear you."

She stayed silent, just staring ahead into the distance, as the pier came ever closer. Finally, they drew up aside the rotten wooden planks with uncanny precision.

"Out with you lot," Charon purred. "The fields await you."

As docile as sheep, they rose in a huddled group and slowly made their way up the pier and approached what looked like a security terminal with metal detectors and booths manned by the servants of the dark lord.

A massive three-headed dog slowly paced back and forth in front, pushing through the crowds of ghosts like a ship through water.

They were herded forward to the security checkpoints and Silena immediately joined one of the long lines of ghosts, waiting for judgment. She knew, that if she made for the fields of Asophidal, she would be stopped and dragged over. The underworld would not let her escape her day in court.

And so began the wait. She did not tire so she was even robbed of that metric by which she could judge the passage of time. Ever so slowly she progressed forward, weight down by the gloom and the pressing silence, broken only by Cerberus's occasional barks.

How long she waited for her moment in court? Lacking any reference, it was hard to tell. Perhaps minutes, hours, even days. Ever so slowly the line moved forward under the watchful gazes of a dozen security Ghouls. Finally, she found herself standing in front of an ancient Greek-themed pavilion with a massive burning bronze brazier inside.

Three imposing figures in black robes and sporting golden masks awaited her in front of the fire.

Silena froze in terror and would have stayed like that forever if two of the Ghouls hadn't shoved her forward, somehow connecting to her immaterial form.

Finally, she managed to steady herself and glared up at the figures defiantly.

"Betrayed the Heroes to the Titans," the first judge announced, his voice cold as ice.

"Betrayed the gods," the second judge whispered.

"She was coerced, and the honor regained through death must be considered," the third judge announced and Silena had that very alien feeling as if every memory of hers was being put under a microscope.

"What do you have to say for yourself?" the first judge asked.

"I...I did my best. I tried," she promised, her voice coming out as barely more than a whisper in the breeze.

"I can see that," the second judge reasoned. "You had a kind heart, but you were hopelessly naive."

Silena stayed silent, not knowing what to say. It was true, and a lot more generous than she gave herself credit.

"The actions of one barely more than a child, hopelessly out of her depth," the third judge shot back.

"It does not excuse the betrayal," the first judge fired back. "Others face greater challenges, but are yet to falter in their duties to the gods."

"Her metal must not be judged by the standards of heroes who rival even the gods in their valor and resolve," the third judge insisted.

"Too much betrayal for Elysium, too many squandered opportunities," the second declared.

"Yet there is too much kindness and compassion for the Fields of Punishment or even Tartarus. She has already paid dearly for her crimes, and her death was one worthy of legends," the third argued back.

"Then perhaps Asphodel would be appropriated?" the first judge offered.

Silena watched, feeling strangely indifferent as her fate was decided. She understood what was at stake for her, but it failed to register the way it should.

"Silena Beauregard, if you wish to address the court, you may do so now," the first judge tore her from her thoughts.

"I..." she fell silent, trying hard to think but was unable to conjure up a coherent thought. "I am sorry."

"It is not our forgiveness you needed to beg for, Silena," the second judge concluded.

"Silena Beauregard, you shall be confined to the fields of Asphodel for all eternity," the first judge announced with a terrible finality. "This is the will of the gods and the reward for your actions. The good at bad, the courageous and the cowardly."

Suddenly Silena found herself looking up into the familiar faces of Percy, Annabeth, and her half-sister Piper.

"What ha-" the words never managed to cross her lips, instead she rolled to the right and rolled off the deckchair she was lying on, and keeping herself propped up on her elbows she emptied her stomach right at her owner's feet.

"Welcome back," Piper announced drily after jumping back.

Silena gagged hard as her throat braced itself for another rush of bile but nothing came.

Moments later Annabeth was kneeling at her left. "Steady there," the daughter of Athena chided. "You gave us a bit of a scare. What happened?"

"Was a bit too much last night?" Juniper piped up curiously from the neighboring deck chair, looking down at her with pity.

"No,..I don't,..." she stuttered, failing to find the words. Something cold had settled in her stomach and her hands were shaking hard.

"Help me, Percy. Let's get her downstairs," Annabeth ordered and she felt the two warriors grabbing her arms and pulling her back to her feet.

"I am so sorry," Silena croaked and moments later her legs gave away and she would have fallen again if Percy and Annabeth hadn't been holding her upright.

"Just carry her," she heard Annabeth snap.

"I can walk," she argued, sparing herself the embarrassment of being carried around like a damsel in distress.

"You alright?" Annabeth asked, "You had a flashback like Hazel used to have?"

"She had these too? I don't know," Silena replied weekly. "Sure looks like it though."

She was promptly escorted downstairs and ordered to lie back down, despite her assurances that she was fine. "Are you okay?" she was asked once again.

"Yeah, I think so. Does anyone have anything to drink?"

"I'll get a glass of water," Annabeth announced and hurried off, leaving her alone with Percy.

"Sorry for almost throwing up on you," Silena muttered.

"Don't worry about it," he replied and sat down next to her and placed a hand on her shoulder.

"It was a flashback?" he asked.

"Yeah," she admitted. "When I first came to the underworld."

"You okay?" Percy asked, looking down at her with genuine concern. Silena forced herself to look away, she knew Percy had no idea how attractive he was at that moment. This caring and worried Percy made her heart turn to warm butter.

If Percy hadn't been taken,...well appreciated how easy it would be to fall for him there.

Yeah, I'll be fine," Silena promised Percy just as Annabeth reentered the room and offered her a glass of water.

Silena gratefully took a sip and washed away the foul taste of bile from her tongue. "Thanks, guys. I am fine," Silena assured them.

When the demigods didn't look convinced she generously added, "I will rest a bit, you know, slight hangover here."

Percy slowly nodded, seemingly satisfied by this.

Percy Jackson

Leaving Silena to rest Percy joined Annabeth in the kitchen, where she was fashioning herself some Cornflakes.

"How was last night?" Percy asked, stepping behind Annabeth and kissing the side of her head.

"It was nice, Piper kinda escalates once she's had a few so Thalia and I had to keep her out of trouble," she mused.

Percy glanced around and spotted Juniper peaking at them through the doorway.

"Want to take a shower later?" Annabeth whispered loudly, certainly loud enough for Juniper to hear.

"Ahm, yeah," Percy agreed awkwardly and glanced back at Juniper. Then figuring that he would have to get used to Juniper poking around and watching he embraced Annabeth from behind and pressed his lips against her neck.

"That tickles," Annabeth complained and gently pushed his head away. "I missed you last night."

Percy grinned, "Well, I missed you too."

As Annabeth ate Percy brought Annabeth up to speed, including his run-in with Juniper the last day. To his surprise, Annabeth only laughed. "That was to be expected," she reasoned, following in line with what Silena had said earlier. "We know Juniper has a very classical take on what being in God's private collection is supposed to look like and you are very cute. At least it looks like she is mostly enjoying her time on Olympus, even if she isn't getting all she hoped for. New canvas and all... ."

Percy sighed deeply. Finally, once Annabeth finished up he graciously allowed her to lead him back to the bedroom and into the bathroom. "You know, you might have to sleepover at my place more often. Doesn't feel right to leave her alone all the time..." she announced. "And I don't want to go back to not sleeping in the same bed, I really enjoyed that about the trip."

"Wasn't the only thing you enjoyed about the trip," Percy joked with a self-satisfied grin.

"Oh, knock that smile from your face," Annabeth snapped but the playful grin took the sharpness from her words.

With an appreciative grin, Percy leaned against the walls with his arms crossed as Annabeth pulled off that old, worn out, slightly too tight camp half-blood short that she seemed to own a never-ending stick off and likely hadn't replaced since she was twelve, showing off her toned, muscular body.

Helped along by magical means, most of her wounds had almost completely healed. The numerous bumps and bruises Annabeth had received had faded to a greenish shadow. In Percy's eye, though he was undeniably biased on the matter, those fading battle-scars, gracing her toned, athletic form, made her only look all the more fierce and quite honestly sexy. Her new, much shorter haircut only added to the image of her being the scruffy warrior princess he had fallen in love with all those years ago.

Annabeth noticed him staring, rolled her eyes, but then put on what he hoped was supposed to be a bit of a show as she removed her sports bra, showing off her modest but symmetrical and firm breasts. Noticing that his attention was very much securely on his chest Annabeth offered him another face-saving eye role and looked at him pointedly.

"Are you just going to stare at me all day long Seaweed Brain, I thought we were going to take a shower? It's like you've never seen boobs before.."

Percy stuck his tongue out but complied and tried to race Annabeth to being completely naked. Fortunately, he lost.

Before long Percy allowed Annabeth to hear him back into the large shower stall. "So Seaweed Brain, get me wet," Annabeth challenged with a grin.

"With pleasure," Percy replied and turned the water tap to let a steamy warm downpour descend on them.

Optimistically assuming consent was a given Percy stepped forward and kissed Annabeth hard on the lips only to be pushed back. "As much as I appreciate your enthusiasm I actually really need a shower," Annabeth announced loudly

"You want me to soap you?" Percy asked pointedly and Annabeth grinned.

"Don't forget my boobs, good sir!" the daughter of Athena joked and grabbed a bottle of body wash that had been left there by Silena not too long ago.

Percy did wash Annabeth, both with great thoroughness and enthusiasm, making especially sure that her breasts were spotlessly clean. He enjoyed every moment of running his hands over her lean form. Finally, as he embraced Annabeth from behind, running his hands over her lean form, he decided to get to the fun part.

Annabeth stood on the tips of her toes and kissed him on the lips, her fingers simultaneously curling around his balls, gently massaging them.

Percy lost no time in enthusiastically cupping her cheeks and deepened the kiss in return. Grinning to himself Percy gently pushed Annabeth back against the water nozzle-covered wall and then flicked them on as well. Why not grant Annabeth a little massage? When jets of water began to

For a few long moments, they exchanged heated kisses in the water until Percy finally picked her up and pressed her against the wall. After wrapping her powerful legs around his waist Percy let off Annabeth's lips and turned his attentional further downwards, running a trail of kisses down Annabeth's neck. As tempted as he was to leave another hickey Percy knew Annabeth would be mildly upset once she realized, so he chose against it.

Instead, Percy progressed down her collarbone until he finally reached her breasts. Keeping Annabeth's torso secured against the wall, Percy grabbed both of her breasts and squeezed them enthusiastically while leaving the nipples themselves exposed, allowing him to lean forward and enjoy them.

By now Percy knew how to work breasts, starting off when gently pressing his tongue against her nipples and drawing circles around them, switching back and forth between them as he did. But before long he was really at work, performing the classing combat mix of kissing, sucking, and finally nibbling.

Soon Annabeth's nipples were hard and swollen, her gentle moans drowned out by the downpour of steaming water as Percy subjected her to the sensual torture. Trapping her between himself and the wall Percy finally reached down and began to position himself only to have Annabeth tap his arm.

"Not here," she said, her cheeks flushed. "Don't want you to slip...I could get hurt."

Percy pouted but didn't argue, instead gently setting Annabeth down and then sliding down to his knees in front of the woman. "Regardless of where this is going, I am a happy girl," Annabeth joked, running her fingers through his hair as she did, and threw her head back in anticipation.

Regardless of how oblivious Percy might be even, even he got that hint. Pushing more long term plans aside for the moment though, Percy leaned forward and pressed his lips against Annabeth's cleanly shaven womanhood. Not having to come for breath,...it really had its advantages.

Annabeth Chase

Annabeth could have slapped herself for that comment, looking up to hide her blush. The water was hot, and she blindly reached out and turned off the massage nozzles. It had just slipped out before she could stop herself. Despite only just having gotten together and the harem situation, Annabeth might have even just said yes in a slightly different setting. And she was working out the finger details for a more future-proof and realistic arrangement concerning the harem, despite having complete faith in Percy's loyalty to her. It would certainly save her from having to rough Juniper up for making such a blatant pass at her man last night.

The fates only knew, if Percy had asked her after returning from Tartarus, she would have given him the yes without a moment of hesitation.

Before she could suffer any more under the weight of her own embarrassment Percy once again saved her.

She felt the kneeling god's hands on the backs of her thighs and a moment later she sensed him leaning closer.

Annabeth had lied earlier. She had showered, and shaved earlier in the hope of getting lucky. But as Percy's lips made contact with her any regrets she might have had over that small dishonesty quickly faded.

Annabeth kept her eyes closed, her breath catching as Percy began to work his tongue through her.

"Fuck," Annabeth gasped, her knees suddenly feeling awfully weak as her man went to work. She already very much enjoyed it when he did his thing to her breasts but this...this was something different.

Annabeth bit back a soft moan as Percy pushed his face further in and spread her thighs slightly to offer Percy easier access. His tongue once again danced those circles, only this time around her vulva before they finally reached the spot.

Annabeth bit her lip hard, the fingers she had buried in Percy's hair involuntarily forming a knot.

There was something different about being eaten out, it was softer, less intrusive than a hand, toy or a penis would be and to Annabeth it wasn't only the physical stimulation, but also having this god, this beautiful man she had wanted for so many years kneeling in front of her, seeking only to give her pleasure...

As Percy paid her clitoris more and more attention things really started getting good. There was that overwhelming pressure forming in her lower abdomen that seemed to radiate warmth up into her stomach. Soon that warmth turned into an almost tingling heat, sparks shooting up her spine and down her legs every time Percy stimulated that bundle of nerves.

The ADHD part of her mind considered the irony of Percy being so good at reading the female body while also being so stubbornly oblivious in just about any other interaction with a woman.

"Oh gods," she whimpered slightly. "Please!" Then, when he seemed to take pity on her begging and moved further back Annabeth found herself countering her earlier begs. "No...no...don't stop," Annabeth then begged, her free hand coming to rest on her breast.

Annabeth risked a glance down and admired that muscular tanned form. His eyes were closed as he fully concentrated on his task. He was gorgeous. Just then, as Percy returned to teasing her clitoris, one his hands came around and she felt Percy push a finger into her.

A sharp whimper tore from her lips and her knees buckled slightly, only stopped by the close proximity of Percy's broad shoulders.

"Gods Percy, don't stop," Annabeth encouraged him.

Just when Annabeth thought nothing in the world could ruin that perfect someone green-skinned knocked on the shower's mist-covered glass door. A second later the door was pulled open, revealing an impatient-looking Juniper who visibly paused when she realized Percy's somewhat compromising position.

Unfortunately, Percy hadn't realized the intrusion so the indignant outburst came from her.

"What the fuck!" Annabeth yelled, pushing Percy away and covering herself as much as possible while blushing furiously.

Confused Percy looked around. "Juniper?" Percy asked surprised, also rising to his feet and trying to cover himself.

After looking them over for a long moment Juniper too blushed, her cheeks turning a much darker shade of green. "You have a guest waiting for you upstairs," Juniper announced, looking them over and then visibly flinching away from Annabeth's glare as annoyance quickly displaced surprise. "Ever heard of knocking!" Annabeth burst out and hurried past Juniper to grab a towel to wrap around herself.

"I did," Juniper defended herself, and then bit her lower lip slightly as her eyes darted back to Percy. Understandably, of course. He was, in Annabeth's opinion, very good-looking. But at this moment Annebth seriously doubted Juniper appreciated how close she got to deepthroating her fist. "But the two of you didn't hear me, it looks like you were occupied..."

Percy groaned and turned the water off before grabbing a towel himself. "Who is waiting?" he asked, getting to business remarkably fast.

"Calypso, you know that one that was stuck on the island," Juniper explained, finally tearing her gaze away from Percy.

"What is she doing here?" Annabeth demanded, for some reason feeling surprisingly jealous. Ironically she did not feel threatened in the same way by Silena, who she knew had slept with Percy multiple times and made no particular secret about it. Perhaps it was because to this day Percy hadn't gone into detail about what had happened on that island. Perhaps because despite Percy's claims that she was his first, she wasn't entirely sure that was true. Simply logically speaking, if she were stuck on an island for millennia, and every thousand years or so a dashing hero came by, she would take full advantage of that situation, even if deep down she knew he would not stay. Leo, of course, being the obvious exception there. If she and Leo were the last two humans in the world, humanity would go extinct then and there. Even the mere thought of the little pervert touching her in a sexual manner sent cold shivers down her back, and not in a good way. To this day, the fact that Calypso was in a relationship with him truly baffled her. The only plausible explanation Annabeth had come up with where that either Calypso's curse had somehow warped her into being attracted to the Son of Hephaestus, or Leo had invented some henti-style mind control device.

Juniper shrugged. "Since when does anyone feel the need to explain themselves to a dryad?" Juniper asked pointedly before turning around and leaving the bathroom, sparing them the task of coming up with an adequate response that that very valid point.

"Percy, I know Juniper is a nymph, so probably a naturalist and so on, but she needs to learn boundaries," Annabeth announced as they finally got dressed. "I, for one, do not appreciate it when people walk in on me getting eaten out in the shower."

Percy shrugged sheepishly. "What am I supposed to do, ground her?"

Annabeth shrugged. "She is technically your slave, Seaweed Brain. So I'll leave that in your capable hands."

Once they were both dressed they began to make their way upstairs and slowly Annabeth's apprehension grew. Despite having seen Calypso once or twice she had more or less avoided the sorceress. She wasn't proud of it, but at the time Annabeth had not felt capable of handling a confrontation with grace.

Calypso awaited them in the courtyard. Dressed in short-cut jeans and a camp shirt she looked much like Annabeth remembered her with long, caramel hair, willowy form, and attractive symmetrical features. While Annabeth had ever actually talked with Calypso, she had seen her from a distance at camp, after which she had returned to New York as soon as possible. Some part of her had feared that Calypso would make a bee-line straight for Percy. At the time, running home and eating ice cream while burying herself in her work had seemed like the adult thing to do.

Finally, as Percy approached Annabeth fell back slightly, watching Calypso cautiously. A cautious but gentle smile appeared on the sorceress's face when she spotted the god approach. "Ahm hi Calypso," Percy asked awkwardly.

"It has been a while, Percy Jackson," Calypso replied.

"Ahm yeah, sorry for not saying hello. I've been busy," Percy explained.

"So I have heard," Calypso replied. "I do not blame you for the gods not standing by their word. But at least it seems you are doing well enough for yourself."

Her attention then visibly turned towards Annabeth. While the smile was not unfriendly Annabeth's held the hardness of a weary and seasoned warrior. "And you are the Annabeth Percy mentioned," Calypso replied, clearly not phased by Annabeth's less-than-warm welcome. That and she didn't quite know how she felt about Percy talking to people about her. She had always valued her privacy, and why she doubted Percy would break her confidence,...well Annabeth had never been the most trusting. "I can see why he was so taken by you," Calypso then added, making a point of looking Annabeth over as a disarming smile appeared on her lips.

Despite herself, a light blush appeared on Annabeth's cheeks as she relaxed a bit.

"So, what can I do for you?" Percy asked uncomfortably.

"I might have a problem?" Calypso asked cryptically.

Annabeth sighed, realizing this was perhaps only a business meeting of sorts after all, and stepped closer. "What's going on."

"Probably nothing," Calypso reasoned. "Just a feeling. The older gods have a long memory and I fear I am certainly not their favorite demi-titan. Regardless of whatever accord you might have struck with Zeus, I fear he might not be willing to just allow me to be freed before he commands it. I wanted to know if you had heard any rumors of the gods making a move?"

Percy shrugged. "Not really. Why would they tell me anyway?"

Calypso cocked her head slightly, "Well, I understand you are currently the go-to god for tracking down disgraced goddesses and immortals. If Zeus was having second thoughts concerning my freedom I would assume you would be the first to know."

Percy blushed deeply and dropped his gaze and for a moment Annabeth had a mental image of Calypso sulking down in one of the residence cells along with Circe and Khione. Then, Annabeth reasoned, if push came to shove Percy would likely just put her under house arrest if he could get away with it.

"Well yeah, but no. No one has mentioned something like that to me as of now," Percy admitted.

Just then Juniper appeared next to Annabeth. "Should I get refreshments or snacks? As long as it's Vegetarian..." Juniper whispered under her breath.

Still slightly annoyed with Juniper Annabeth took a moment to sort her thoughts. Regardless of how tempting it was to educate Juniper that she was in no position to set such conditions, there were more pressing matters at hand. "Not for now," she said quietly and then turned her attention back to the main conversation. "I haven't heard anything either," Annabeth announced awkwardly. "Though I doubt anyone would bother telling me. I'm just the city planner around here."

"Well," Calypso reasoned, her eyes lingering on Percy's face just a tad too long. "I shall take this as fair tidings. In the end, I can only hope that the fates have chosen to grant me a merciful path."

"It'll be fine," Percy assured her, though Annabeth did not know where he took this confidence from. Judging by their track record, Murphy's Law could applied to their lives with some reliability. But she too smiled reassuringly and almost popped two thumbs up but suppressed the impulse.

"Honestly, I think Zeus is too busy with himself to hassle you," Percy then added.

Again, Annabeth was mildly skeptical. The past few years really hadn't gone Zeus's way, with one crisis following another. She could definitely see a stalwart misogynist like Zeus taking out his frustration on some poor girl, especially one who wasn't compliant with him.

"I do hope so," Calypso agreed and looked around. "This is a quite nice home you have," she announced.

"Yeah," Percy replied and scratched the back of his head. "It really is, Annabeth designed it."

Calypso nodded as well and shuffled her feet awkwardly as if having addressed her issues and not knowing what to say. Perfectly understandable, in Annabeth's opinion. All things considered, she was quite good at holding a conversation for someone who was isolated for the better part of a few millennia.

"So, how are you doing? Freedom serving you well?" Annabeth asked, in a clumsy attempt to help the clearly uncomfortable girl out. She regretted the question the moment she asked it. Leo had let slip that things weren't going too well between him and Calypso, so perhaps she should have avoided gett

"Oh, yes. Every day is a little adventure, though suddenly I am expected to make a choice. I am no longer a Titan so I can't just procrastinate chores for another decade," Calypso announced, her face lighting up in a cheerful smile. "I've just asked Chiron if I could become a supervisor at camp. He said he'd think about it. To be honest, I want to stay at Camp Half-Blood for a while, the real world has changed a lot since my imprisonment and it's a bit much..."

"That makes sense," Annabeth agreed.

"Speaking of camp," Calypso announced. "A few of the campers weren't sure if they were supposed to send sacrifices and prayers your way..., they were just too nervous to ask."

"If they want," Percy said with a shrug. "But my door is always open to the camps. If there are problems then I want to help."

"They will be happy to hear that," Calypso announced. "Well, I shall not take up any more of your time, I was hoping to find Hecate anyway, but it's been good to see you."

"I'll show you to the door," Percy announced awkwardly, being the gentleman Annabeth knew him to be. She couldn't hold Sally's good parenting against him.

Percy dutifully opened the door for Calypso and let out and Annabeth was just about to decide that she liked Calypso when the sorceress turned around and smiled up at Percy. It was then that Annabeth knew that regardless of whatever relationship she and might Leo might be committed to, she still very much had a thing for Percy. Annabeth knew the smile because she used to look at him through that very same lens.

"So," Percy broke the awkward silence, a grin appearing on his face. "Want to go back downstairs and pick up where we left off?"

Despite being rather tempted by this proposition she did have appearances to maintain. So she only raised an eyebrow. "Let us postpone that until tonight. The mood was kind of ruined. You know, you could just spend the night over at my place for once?"

"Maybe tomorrow?" Percy offered.

In response, Annabeth stuck her tongue out and kissed him on the cheeks. "Now, I have work to do on Olympus. You should go look after Silena."

"Something else!" Percy suddenly announced. "I know you are annoyed with Juniper, but just be a bit more patient. All of us still have to find a good rhythm and she was just trying to be a good servant." "This is complicated for all of us, and I want you all to get along if at all possible. Plus I think nymphs have a different view on the nudity thing than the rest of us do. Especially with her now trying to play the slave role."

Annabeth sighed and ran her hand through her hair. Her heart sank slightly when she was once again reminded by how short it was now. "You are probably right. Hey, in my defense, I've never been with a guy who had a harem."

"I don't," Percy defended himself.

"Percy, there are four women in your life that you can do with whatever you want and a fifth you are in an active relationship with. Hate to say it, bro. You have a harem," Annabeth reasoned.

"Ouch," Percy muttered and playfully punched her shoulder.

Once Annabeth left for her so-called day job Percy went back downstairs to check on Silena who was still lying in bed. Apart from still looking slightly pale she mainly just looked bored to him. Perfectly understandable, in Percy's opinion, remembering how much he had suffered during the "Nap times" his mother or preschool teachers had subjected him to.

"Hey Master," Silena greeted him sarcastically. When Percy cringed and protested Silena only laughed. "You can't spank me anymore," she reminded him playfully.

Percy rolled his eyes. "Don't tempt me. Aren't you supposed to be well-behaved and submissive?"

Silena stuck her tongue out and got up from her feet. "You are probably right... Well, can't stay in bed forever. Chores to do and so on, you know? Servants stuff?"

As she tried to brush past Percy he caught her by the arm. "Are you alright? That flashback, can't have been pleasant."

The amused twinkle in Silena's eyes faded and she looked up at him with an expression of weariness that didn't sit right with him. "I'll be fine Percy," she promised. "I did it for real, revisiting some parts of it won't be the end of me."

Percy quickly let go of her and stepped back. "I don't think it will, but you shouldn't have to go through this on your own. Others have in the past, if you want I can introduce you to Hazel. I am sure she would love to help you out!"

Silena cocked her head and raised an eyebrow. "Hazel, the daughter of Hades?"

"Pluto," Percy corrected and Silena shrugged. "Underworld dude, I get it."

"Besides," Percy added. "Hazel is a really sweet girl. And she too has been dead, which makes her somewhat of an expert on the matter."

Silena sighed as if realizing she wasn't going to escape her owner's concern. "Fine, I will think about it."

Without another word, Silena walked out, her mood clearly a lot poorer than it had been when Percy entered. Marveling at his ability to handle women, Percy followed her a moment later.

Annabeth Chase

There were a number of beings Annabeth had grown weary of during her time as an architect. First and foremost of them were Cyclopses, who always seemed to be trying to cut corners. The newest addition to her list of problems, among which were her boyfriend's harem, monsters still trying to kill her, her pregnant-to-be mother-in-law, and the disturbing knowledge that Piper was likely tidying up their now shared home even further was Hephaestus. So far, every interaction with him reminded her of Ron Swanson. They certainly shared an opinion about keeping their workshops up to specification.

"Now, listen here Ms. Chase," Hephaestus announced, towering at twice her height. Annabeth herself just barely reached the anvil but glared up at the god definitely. "I have been running this forge on Olympus for three thousand years. No one has ever had a problem with it."

Annabeth placed her hands on her hips. "I am well aware of your track record when it comes to safety, my Lord. That Junkyard in Arizona? Failing to properly dismantle and disable Automatons among countless other safety violations. Cost a daughter of Hades her life because you cut corners. Your forge under Mount Saint Helens? Really, building a forge over Typhon's prison. I don't care if the deal on the heating bill was good, it took only a single demigod going ballistic to wake up Typhon. And don't even get me started on those stupid traps you keep setting up for Aphrodite and Ares. As indiscriminate targeting as a landmine... I even got stuck in one of them. This place? I don't even know where to get started. This place is a fire safety hazard. And where are windows or vents for ventilation? That's just what I am noticing right off the bat,..."

Small fires puffed up around Hephaestus's beard as he glared down at her with glimmering coal eyes. The hammer in his hand was almost half as big as Annabeth. But she didn't flinch, instead only returning the glare. "Every time anything related to you turns up on my radar, it's because you cut corners on safety! Now I haven't even started on your Zoning Violations. This is supposed to be a temple, not a workshop."

"I am the god of smithing, any workshop is a temple to me!" Hephaestus roared indignantly.

"Artemis is the maiden goddess, but we don't see her chopping dicks off in her temple do we," Annabeth countered, crossing her arms defiantly. "Now, I do not want to make your life miserable. You are one of the gods I actually like. So, bring this workshop up to specs, and you get to keep it open. I will even ignore your blatant Zoning Violation. I do not want half of Olympus burning down because you are heating Celestial bronze in Greek Fire or something."

Perhaps remembering their shared feud with Hera, Hephaestus only grunted under his breath. It was hardly flattering, and she heard a distinct "Like your mother..." in there and also a "don't heat Celestial bronze in Greek Fire" but it beat having to deal with another godly tantrum.

"So, when I come back here next week. I want to see this fixed," she insisted.

After a long moment, Hephaestus dropped his hammer. The metal head struck the stone floor with a loud clang. "Fine," he grunted and Annabeth smiled at him.

"It'll be fine, if you want I can come by in a few days and check in your progress. I know how hard organizing my workplace is," Annabeth offered and earned another rumbling grunt from the god. Taking this as confirmation Annabeth turned around to leave. "Have a nice day, my lord."

Without looking back Annabeth briskly strolled out of what was supposed to be a temple and stared down the grand Boulevard, lined with temples she had designed, and sighed deeply.

She spotted an Auburn-haired teenage girl leaning against a pillar of a temple that at night shimmered with a silvery aura. The girl was glaring into the distance, something that immediately had Annabeth feel some kinship with her. As if sensing her gaze the girl locked onto her with those silvery eyes, not too different from her own gray ones. Then, after shooting her a little salute the girl turned around and disappeared into her temple. At least she had one satisfied client.

The next few hours were rather straightforward. She inspected the few remaining construction sights and made sure everything was on track. Her least favorite part of her trip was one of her own mother's temples, but despite any problems she had with her mother, she trusted her mother could keep her own temples and design offices up to code.

What disturbed her were the dozens of human-looking folks with gray eyes, walking around the office space and working on projects. Was this where the naughty children of Athena ended? Whatever they were, Annabeth never saw Athena. Instead, Annabeth talked to some sort of regional manager of a company she had never heard of before. After spending her entire life around Greek mythology and the world of the gods she didn't question it, only making sure the company was properly filed and that it was strictly a white-collar business, despite getting the strangest feeling about the setting. It went without saying that Annabeth got out of that place as quickly as possible.

With her backpack slung over her shoulder Annabeth looked up at the afternoon sun and squinted, somewhat taken away by how quickly the day had passed.

With a deep sigh, she realized it was time to return to her flat, where if everything went as planned Piper would quietly be sitting on the couch, not taking any form of initiative outside of her room at all. Annabeth snorted, realizing how unlikely that was. This was the girl who talked people into giving her cars, just to spite her super-rich father,...something truth be told Annabeth could very much respect. It was then that she realized she also had to call back her father, something she had procrastinated on ever since she had gone on the quest.

After fighting a war in it, Annabeth had lost much of her affection for the smelly heap that was New York. Frankly, Sally, Percy, and the easy access to both camp and Olympus were the only reasons why she would even bother with the city. But it did force her to make longer commutes by foot, which she was completely fine with. For some reason, the thought of being stuck in a bus with dozens of other people made her stomach turn.

When she entered her flat,...it was different. Annabeth had done a fair amount of tidying up before Piper had moved in, but it was fairly obvious that Annabeth's worst fears had come true. The books on the shelves were sorted in a manner not dictated by the whims of Annabeth's gut feeling of where they belonged. The piles of papers from her work were neatly stacked up on her desk along with her pens and pencils. Even the cushions on the couch had been shifted away from an arrangement that was supposed to be cavalier disregard for any sort of order to what could be mistaken for purposeful placement. It had been like that by design, to ensure that if Sally ever snuck over to clean her place, she would be distracted by something like that before she had time to mess with Annabeth's other stuff like her projects. The worst part was Piper was by no means an orderly person, so what did that say about her?

A moment later Piper appeared in the doorway. "You're back," Piper greeted her cheerfully, wearing a stomach-free top and leggings. A dishtowel was casually thrown over her shoulder.

"Yeah, poked in at Percy's and I had a lot of stuff to do on Olympus," Annabeth explained needlessly, leaving out the part about Silena's flashback.

"I've been doing some stuff around the house," Piper announced cheerfully. Then she saw Annabeth's poorly hidden frown she hastily added. "Not that it was ever dirty, just disorganized. I wouldn't put it past my father to come here and check up on me soo..."

Playing it cool Annabeth only grinned and awkwardly popped a thumb up. "Looks great," she said.

"I did not touch your room," Piper hastily added. "But I did fold your laundry, and you know,...put your teddy bear back on your bed..."

When a light blush warmed her cheeks Piper only grinned. "Hey, not judging!" Piper assured Annabeth. "I have a few of my own, you know, for emergencies."

"Boy emergencies.,..." they summarized together and grinned. Perhaps it wouldn't be that bad after all.

"So, listen up. I need to call my dad, after that some Netflix?"

"Oh,..." Piper said with mock wide eyes. "The dad situation. Does he know Percy's railing you again?"

Annabeth cringed. "Not yet, the worst part is he would likely consider that good news."

"Damn," Piper complained. "My father not liking my boyfriend would be bad enough. My father really liking my boyfriend sounds even worse."

Annabeth soon retreated to her room, opened her new laptop, and skyped her father. Professor Frederick Chase took the call in his office, an imposing bookshelf visible behind him. "Annabeth!" he cried out, his eyes lighting up.

Her father's genuine enthusiasm at seeing her brought a smile to her face and she awkwardly waved in return. "Hey! I'm back!" she greeted him.

"So, what are you doing?" Frederick asked.

Annabeth only shrugged. "Got a roommate now, you know, a daughter of Aphrodite named Piper. She's really cool," Annabeth announced. "Also back together with Percy," she added innocently, in the most offhand manner possible.

It was fairly obvious that her father was trying to hide his relationship at this point. "He took you back?" he asked, a grin spreading across his face.

"Jeez, thanks dad," Annabeth replied sarcastically. "We made up during our quest. You know, the two of us alone on a boat. I let him do whatever he wanted..." It was a low blow, she knew it but didn't feel too bad.

Her father's face turned slightly red. "I did not need to know that sweety. Are you alright?"

Annabeth shrugged, "Well, Percy is a god now so things are even more complicated than before...but yeah. A lot better."

Say what you will about Frederick Chase, Annabeth noted. But the fact that her boyfriend was now a god did not even seem to phase him in the slightest. Percy being made a god only reinforced the opinion Frederick had formed of him. "The quest which went fine by the way. Diabolical misandrist sorceress is now safely under lock and key."

"Of course it went great," Frederick announced and Annabeth sighed, once again reminded that her father likely considered Percy a much more capable warrior than herself.

"Did you change your hair?" Frederick suddenly asked, sounding both nervous and immensely pleased, probably because he had noticed the change.

Annabeth scowled and glared at the ends of her hair. "Collateral damage from the fight," Annabeth explained.

Frederick nodded slowly. "So, are you sleeping alright?"

Annabeth knew the implications of the question. Her father knew she had fought in two wars and had taken a dive down to Tartarus, so the question didn't come from anywhere. Her suspicions were confirmed when he added. "I have a friend at the university here, he works with combat vets suffering from PTSD. I told him you worked via metaphors...so if you want to talk to him..."

Annabeth shook her but gave her father a gentle smile. "I'll be fine. You know me," she assured him. "Really don't need any help. Still alive and kicking." She demonstratively flexed her, for a girl at least, quite impressive biceps and earned a tired smile.

"For most of my teaching career I've worked with soldiers," Frederick began, still sounding tired. "Some of them were very brave men and women. After twenty years at Westpoint, I've heard of only a few that are made from the kind of metal you are Annabeth. You are probably the bravest, most resilient person I've ever met. Without any doubt one of the greatest military leaders in history, right up there with the likes of Themistocles and Patton."

Touched, Annabeth smiled sheepishly at her father. "Really?"

Frederick laughed, "Of course, sweety. I want to know what your spine is made of because DARPA could make armor for Main Battle Tanks from it. I am really proud of you. Just take care of yourself."

"I will," Annabeth promised and forced herself to contain the whirlwind of emotions her father's words unleashed in her.

Fortunately, the rest of the conversation quickly shifted to the safer, less emotionally demanding territories like how Matthew and Bobby were doing in school and how her stepmother's Neighborhood Watch group was doing. Normal stuff.

Fortunately, her father actually had a job so their call didn't last for too long, leaving her to spend a few hours of senseless media consumption after changing into leggings before excusing herself and returning back to Olympus just as the sun dipped under the horizon.

Before long she was knocking on the very door she had picked out for the place not too long ago and was let in by Juniper. "Annabeth," Juniper greeted her brightly.

"Juniper," Annabeth replied, a lot stiffer than she had originally planned as still fresh memories of Juniper opening the shower door as Percy's tongue was going on an expedition. To take the edge of her greeting Annabeth added a short embrace to her greeting and smiled at the dryad. Before she could say much less the darkness behind Juniper moved and a massive tongue slobbered over the back of Juniper's head.

The dryad yelped loudly in surprise and darted away from the hellhound.

A smile cracked Annabeth's lips and she reached up to scratch the hellhound's heavy jaw. "Who's a good girl," Annabeth greeted the hound. Mrs. O'Leary barked like artillery, causing Juniper to jump in terror. A moment later the dryad evaporated into a cloud of leaves. "Good girl," Annabeth added eagerly. "Your gonna get a big treat."

Satisfied that she had gotten attention Mrs. O'Leary turned around and bounded back into the house, finally allowing Annabeth to follow her inside where she found Percy in the water and Silena relaxing on the deckchair in a bikini, a mojito on the table next to her.

"Wise Girl," Percy greeted her the moment he spotted her and quickly swam over to the edge.

"Seaweed Brain!" Annabeth greeted her man and nodded over at Silena. "Looking good," she commented.

"I try," Silena replied and winked. "You know, gotta look the part."

Annabeth grinned and unfortunately made the mistake of getting too close to the water. Percy rose out of the water, his hand grabbing hold of the hem of her jeans, and yanked her down into the water.

Annabeth barely even had any time to protest before she plunged through the water's surface.

"Percy!" she complained after breaking the surface and lunged at the offending god, sadly only ending up holding onto him.

"You are cute when you're annoyed," Percy teased her, his hands coming to rest on her hips.

"Whatever," Annabeth grumbled. "You're going to have to dry my clothes once we get out."

She was just about to kiss Percy when Silena cleared her voice. "Get a room, you two!" Silena called over.

Annabeth showed her the finger. "You know, for a slave, you have a lot of opinions," she joked.

"Well,..." Silena countered. "If Percy wants me watching that's one thing."

"Ladies, enough," Percy declared, clearly misinterpreting their exchange for more than just banter, and Silena helping Annabeth out at getting Percy down into the bedroom. Though whether this was done for her benefit or Percy's was hard to tell. Either way, Annabeth would take it.

Annabeth grinned. "Relax, we're just messing around." Then, to further prove her point Annabeth pulled herself up Percy's much taller form and kissed him straight on the lips. Immediately Percy pulled her towards him, letting her wrap her legs around his waist and arms around his neck before deepening the kiss.

"Wanna go downstairs, you know, not traumatize Silena...?" Percy asked lightly. Annabeth only grinned and untangled herself. "Come on, Seaweed Brain," Annabeth then said, grabbed Percy's hand, and led him over to the stairs. Mrs. O'Learly looked up from where she had curled up in a corner but fortunately didn't insist on playing.

Within moments her clothes were dry again as Percy worked his powers, though luckily, he didn't dry himself off. That was something Annabeth could work with.

As she led Percy off, she felt Juniper looking after them from the shadowy atrium. Well, Annabeth thought to herself, biting back a smile, Juniper was going to do a lot of wanting and comparatively little getting for quite a while. It might seem vain but seeing other girls lusting after her man, and her knowing he was all hers, that alone turned her on a bit. The anticipation of the bliss ahead was already enough to get her riled up and by the time they reached their bedroom door, Annabeth felt that demanding pressure in her lower abdomen and that teasing moistness in her panties.

The moment the bedroom door was closed behind them Annabeth turned around to push Percy against the wall. It turned out though that Percy had other plans and sank to one knee before pulling her over his shoulder. "Percy!" Annabeth complained halfheartedly but didn't put up much of a struggle as Percy rose to his full height and carried her over to the bed. She did not mind Percy being assertive in bed, at all.

Once at the bed Percy almost tossed her down on the mattress, letting her bounce up and down once or twice. Before she could gather her bearings Percy was already on top of her, his hungry lips assaulting hers. "I've been wanting to fuck the shit out of you all day," Percy growled in her ear. His deep voice alone was enough to send shivers down her spine at that moment.

"By all means, good sir," Annabeth whispered back. "No one is forcing you to eat the appetizer before the main meal," Annabeth replied. For once, Percy wasn't playing obtuse and understood the invitation for what it was and a moment later his very welcome weight disappeared off her.

She only had time to raise an eyebrow as Percy grabbed a pillow. The god looked down at her with a stern expression and drew a circle with his finger. No words were needed, and that look of hunger in Percy's eyes would have been enough to get her knees to buckle if she had still been standing. Once again Annabeth could only marvel at how the moment they entered the bedroom, Percy could smoothly transition from being a cute Seaweed Brain into this gorgeous, sexy, and quite a dominant beast.

However he did it, all she could do was wordlessly turn around, bracing herself on her elbows with her heart thundering in her chest in anticipation. Another cold shiver ran down her back when she felt Percy moving behind her. For a moment Percy grabbed her ass with both hands and a moment later she felt his fingers curling around the hem of her leggings.

She craned her neck to look back at him just as he pulled it down to her knees, his eyes firmly locked on her ass as a grin spread across his face. Then he noticed her smirking back at him and sticking his tongue out before running a hand up her spine until it rested between her shoulder blades and her torso was pushed down onto the mattress.

"Now, don't cause a fuss, Ms. Chase," Percy announced gruffly though she could hear that he was trying not to laugh. As if to underline his demand Percy's hand struck her rear end with a loud smack, drawing a surprised yelp from her lips.

"Well, if you insist," Annabeth replied and couldn't hide her smile as her panties were pulled down as well.

For a moment it thought Percy would start off with amusing himself by teasing her, getting her to beg for more but this round he seemed to have other intentions, instead of kicking off his own swimming trunks which had in any case been doing a poor job at hiding his erection. Then he slung an arm around her hips and pulled her rear end up far enough to stuff the pillow under the pelvis.

Realizing she was for a much rougher ride than anticipated she braced herself. Moments later her breath caught she felt Percy taking up position and his tip pressing into her already tender and wet Vulva. Then, after spreading her legs wide Percy pushed in, at first quite gently. Annabeth bit her lip as Percy slid in even further.

Once inside and comfortable he wouldn't hurt her Percy almost pulled out only to ram himself back fully inside her. Sparkes danced in front of her eyes for a moment as a surprised grunt escaped her lips. It had felt like Percy and knocked her entire body up the mattress an inch or so.

Perhaps realizing the problem Percy grabbed her by her hips and began to take her hard. In an attempt to muffle her moans, Annabeth pulled a pillow towards her and buried her face in the cushion. Percy took her hard and increasingly fast. Soon her muffled moans filled the air as every attempt at a coherent thought was simply pounded out of her brain. She would have been content with being rag-dolled as she let the pleasure consume her but just then Percy grabbed a fist full of her hair and pulled her face free from the pillow and she felt her head being twisted around to face him. His lips moved over her yaw and a moment later she felt him sucking on her neck.

She might have tried to stop him but with every single thrust, he knocked any attempt to form of coherent right back out of her brain. That pressure in her lower abdomen, that tension that had taken hold of her body seemed to grow painfully intense. Fortunately, Percy had the decency to pound her across the finish line.

Annabeth's vision flickered as she climaxed, her entire body shuddering as she half cried, have growled her ecstasy until the storm finally passed. He did not care, instead continued to take her with undiminished drive. Again and again, Percy impaled her, and even though the first climax had passed she couldn't help but moan softly. It felt as if the dynamic had shifted from taming her, to now that she was tamed, simply fucking her through like a piece of limp meat, which she too was fine with, until finally, she felt that by now quite a familiar sensation of his warm seeds spilling inside of her.

For a few long moments, Percy stayed buried inside her before finally pulling out, leaving a strange sense of emptiness in her abdomen. Her sweaty torso rose and fell as she tried to regain her breath as she lay in that rather undignified position, fully dressed but for her leggings and panties which were pulled down to her knees.

"That was fun," Percy announced and laid down next to her just as Annabeth was about to sit up and fix her clothes when Percy gave her rear a hearty smack before pulling her into his arms. Truth be told, she had more or less expected this.

"Next time we get interrupted we don't wait all day," Annabeth muttered and temporarily gave up pulling both panties and leggings back up where they belonged though that quickly stopped being the priority because just then Percy offered her another distraction in the form of a hand slipping first under her shirt and then bra. Simultaneously he other one snuck downstairs and slipped between her legs.

"No argument there. Gods, I love having sex with you. We should never leave the bedroom," Percy joked.

"You left a hickey?" Annabeth suddenly asked, feeling her neck and then groaning when she saw his grin. "Ambrosia doesn't remove those," she complained. Instead of pursuing the matter further, she pressed her back against Percy's chest, content in playing with the little spoon for a bit longer as her lover drew the occasional whimper from her lips, cherishing these moments of quiet before they re-engaged as lovers.

Somehow she wasn't surprised when that was once again Percy. She was offered a little warning, only his length intruding on her thigh gap. A smile spread across her face and she let Percy pull her shirt to expose her breasts, hidden away only by their sports bra. To make his job a bit easier she pulled herself up a few inches and her lips parted as she felt him slide into her.

Annabeth smiled to herself, moving her pelvis every so slightly to increase friction. Suddenly became very aware of how little she could actually move, Percy's muscular arm forming a quite effective prison. Annabeth slowly flexed her entire body against his arm and was pleasantly surprised when she couldn't break his hold. Strangely enough, she didn't mind that at all either. She might even have been disappointed if she had been.

Before long Percy pulled out, just long enough to turn her around and relieve her of both shirt and bra. Moments later he was back on top of her, Percy's lips slowly moving against her's as she wrapped her arms around his neck. This time they committed to proper foreplay, processing from their slow kissing to her breasts getting subjected to a rather prolonged session of sweet torture. By the time she finally felt Percy's length inside her, she had almost been ready to beg once again.

Percy broke lip contact to look down at those sparkling green eyes, full of hunger and desire as he looked her face and torso over just as he gently pushed into her. Her hand's casually resting on his hips she closed her eyes and let herself succumb to his rhythmic thrust.

Where he had earlier pounded her like a meat mallet, he was now tender, almost handling her body gingerly. Though she very much appreciated Percy getting rough with her, at least when it came to sex, somehow this showboating was no less pleasurable.

Every touch set her skin on fire. Every thrust almost blackened out her vision with a shower of sparks until he had somehow once again pushed her through a climax, leaving her panting for breath, and clutching Percy with both arms and legs as she fought to regain her breath.

"Gods," Annabeth breathed a few minutes later after Percy had finally rolled off her. "Remind me again why we don't just permanently stay in the bedroom?"

"We have commitments and lives?" Percy half asked, half answered.

"Oh yeah,..that," Annabeth remembered glumly and finally sat up again and pushed her hair out of her face.

"Gonna be right back?" Annabeth finally announced and began to get dressed.

"What?" Percy asked, clearly displeased at the prospect of her getting dressed. "Finding some snack, I'm hungry," she explained and pulled one a shirt. "I'll be back, feel free to go to sleep."

Once again she hadn't spoken the complete truth. After two rounds in the sack, she was looking forward to a short dip in the pool. If Percy was involved in this, it would never be a short dip. So after scavenging a box of Pringles she headed top deck. To Annabeth's surprise, she wasn't alone. Despite the late hour Silena too was still present, leaning against Mrs. O'Leary's massive flank. Despite sitting in the shadows she could make out the faint glint of a number of glasses at the daughter of Aphrodite's feet and from her posture, Annabeth could tell that Silena had been crying. There was that telltale hunch of the shoulders that Annabeth had learned to hide during her darkest days, along with a number of other hints in her friend's posture.

"Silena?" Annabeth asked, her post-orgasm high quickly fading.

"Uhm Annabeth, I'm fine," Silena announced. "I was just going to bed."

"Sure you were," Annabeth replied drily and dropped down next to Silena. "Did you have another flashback?"

"What?" Silena asked, looking slightly confused at the moment. "No.. I've just been thinking..."

"I can see that," Annabeth replied matter-of-factly and put an arm against the much shorter woman and pulled her closer.

"And the bottles?" she then asked pointedly.

"Oh yeah,...please don't tell Percy. It's hard to disappoint him," Silena added.

Annabeth shrugged. "Not my business. Arguably not Percy's either, if not for your arrangement. However, as your friend, I must voice my concern. This has been a problem recently..."As if to underline Annabeth's point Silena hiccupped and looked over at her glumly. "I'll be fine," she promised, though Annabeth could hear the doubt in the young woman's a long moment, Annabeth was silent, weighing her options. She had been contemplating a shift in doctrine, even if it went against the grain, and what she was considering would be a big step in that direction.

"Yeah, it will be," Annabeth replied, forcing a healthy amount of certainty in her voice. "And you're not alone," she then announced.

"Thanks," Silena muttered glumly. "No idea how you and Percy do it..."

Annabeth laughed, "Probably not much better than you are, to be honest," and then grew somber again.

After what felt like hours Silena finally broke the silence. "Well, I'm going to bed now."Realizing that time for contemplation was quickly evaporating Annabeth finally rose. "Hey listen, I know how much sleeping alone sucks, especially when you're going through a hard time." Annabeth held her hand out to Silena who looked at it with obvious confusion. "What?"

Annabeth shrugged. "Let us face it Silena, you are as much Percy's girl as I am, and even if our circumstances might differ widely, both our destinies are entwined with his. You also took care of him when I didn't, and for that, you have my gratitude. So, just come on. You shouldn't be left alone when you are such a mess."

Silena stared at her with a slightly open mouth. Finally, she cleared her voice, "Ahm, Annabeth...are you proposing what I think you are?"

Annabeth rolled her eyes. "Percy is my family, and I have always considered you a sister. So it looks like we will be spending a lot of time together. I just don't like the idea of you crying alone in bed... ."

Silena looked at her quizzically for a long moment, as if seriously re-evaluating her opinion of Annabeth. Finally, she sighed and took Annabeth's outstretched hand, and let the much stronger woman pull her back to her feet. "Come on, Barbie," Annabeth teased lightly. Then holding Silena's hand, Annabeth led Silena down to the master bedroom.

"You think Percy will mind?" Silena asked quietly.

Annabeth raised an eyebrow. "Has he ever had a problem with sharing a bed with you in the past?" Annabeth countered, fully aware that the situation had somewhat changed.

When she slipped into the bedroom, Percy was already dozing under the light of the bedside table lamps.

Silena looked back and forth between the two of them as Annabeth closed the door and then headed over to the bed. "Hey Percy, mind if Silena spends the night over?" Annabeth asked quietly.

"Hmm, yeah," Percy muttered without opening his eyes. It was doubtful Percy would remember this conversation in the morning but it was good enough for Annabeth. "Come over," she announced.

After hesitating for a long moment Silena approached the bed. When Annabeth held open the cover she then sat down on the mattress and held up the blanket, looking up at Silena expectantly. After a long moment, wearing only a shirt over her bikini, she climbed under the covers next to Percy. Though granted, Annabeth realized that is was probably more clothes than Silena usually had worn in this bed. After finally switching off the lights, Annabeth slid in next to Silena after also kicking off leggings and squeezing her hand. "You'll be fine."

After a few moments of silence, Percy grunted on Silena's other side, turned her around, and suddenly Silena was dragged off into Percy's muscular embrace, a look of terror in her eyes.

"It's fine, he does that a lot," Annabeth whispered, surprised by how okay she was with all this.

So, after sliding closer to Silena she too closed her eyes and forced herself to calm down as she felt Silena slowly relax next to her. The morning was certain to bring a very entertaining conversation.

Chapter Text

Percy Jackson

It should come as no surprise that by now Percy was used to waking with a representative of the other gender in his arms and the female form nestled against him was very familiar so perhaps he could be excused for not realizing that he was absentmindedly groping his slave, not his girlfriend. Arguably, an easy mistake to make, one could say.

"Morning Annabeth," Percy muttered not opening his eyes.

"I'm not Annabeth," a much too high-pitched voice squeaked as his fingers dug into an ample breast. It was then that he realized something was wrong. Annabeth's voice, however much he adored it, was considerably deeper and firmer. For another, as amazing as Annabeth's titts were, they weren't what one might call ample.

Percy's eyes snapped open and realized Annabeth was looking at him with a slightly raised eyebrow. It wasn't Annabeth resting in his embrace. He looked down at a head full of long, dark hair and porcelain skin and froze, realizing who's breast he was holding. Despite technically being entitled to it, he released her body at once as sat up.

"Holy shit, so sorry," Percy groaned. "What are you doing here anywhere?" Percy asked, looking back and forth between the two women.

While Annabeth was looking pleased with herself to a troubling degree Silena was blushing deeply, clearly uncomfortable with the general station.

"So sorry," she squeaked.

To be honest, Percy was happy to have a second beautiful woman in his bed. He just enjoyed being in the loop for such things.

"It's fine," Percy grunted and leaned over to Annabeth to kiss her. "Morning Wise Girl."

"Good morning Seaweed Brain, and as to your question. Silena was down so I invited her to this sleepover," she explained.

Percy rubbed his face. "Okay," he replied, deciding this wasn't something he wanted to think about at that moment. "Hope you at least slept well," Percy muttered and once again Silena blushed brightly. Perhaps she had, or not?

After getting dressed and eating a light breakfast they headed back down into the city and picked up Piper before finally arriving at his mother's and former English teacher's apartment. "So Piper, what are you studying," Paul finally asked once they were all seated around the living room table.

Piper cleared her voice. "Real estate," she explained. "You know, got that charm to speak thing going for me so I wouldn't even need to take the girls out to make a sale,..." then she fell silent and blushed deeply as she realized what had just slipped out.

"Ms. McLean," Sally chided the young woman and Silena looked over at her half-sister in a mildly disappointing way, as if silently cursing her for reinforcing the stereotypes around children of Aphrodite.

Silena Beauregard

It was fairly obvious how much Sally adored Annabeth, so she was all the more grateful to be welcomed the way she was, despite knowing full well that objectively she was the biggest threat to Annabeth becoming her legal daughter-in-law. Silena was also fairly confident that Sally had put one and one together and guessed that she had previously crawled into Percy's bed. Or Annabeth had told her, but regardless she was welcomed warmly.

As it turned out, not sleeping alone and in an attractive man's muscled arms meant she had woken up quite well-rested, even considering the embarrassment of being sleep groped by Percy. Having slept with Percy in the past and as such been very comfortable at this point with being touched by him, so she had been perfectly fine with the groping itself. It was more that Annabeth had seemed rather amused by her predicament.

Regardless experience had left her somewhat riled up and the moment she had been sadly out of sight in her bathroom, she had found relief with the help of a vibrator as part of her imagined Percy being much more demanding of her. She knew it was pathetic, but just because Percy was now back with Annabeth did not make him any less desirable to her, especially because he was the only man apart from her father she had active contact with.

Fortunately, they had brought Piper along, and while she was sure Percy had missed it, Piper being introduced as yet another daughter of Aphrodite had caused a raised eyebrow or two from Sally's side until she caught on that Piper, the daughter of a very famous actor, was only Annabeth's roommate, and not involved in any harem shenanigans. Silena couldn't blame Sally for her reservations, if she were a mortal mother and her son seemed to be collecting women left, right, and center, she would be mildly concerned as well. But before long Sally seemed to have warmed up to Piper and before long the three of them were merrily chatting away about among other things, Sally's pregnancy, leaving the two men sitting in awkward silence. Paul, she assumed had been very preoccupied with the pregnancy, and Percy,...well probably because he was mildly aware of how Annabeth seemed to be drinking everything in and slowly catching on to what that might mean for him.

With Piper having begun her way down the illustrious path of higher education, however, and Annabeth likely holding the world's most prestigious contract in her respective field the topic, unfortunately, didn't take too long to shift towards the two black sheep seated at the living room table, her and Percy. Percy, the lucky bastard, made the good point that he was a literal god, and had divine duties to attend to. However, she...was not so fortunate.

In all honesty, Silena had never put much thought into higher education and seen herself more as the really hot stay-at-home mom that half the neighborhood had a crush on, not as a driven career woman. If Annabeth hadn't come into the picture, she would have quite happily played the role for Percy. "I don't know," Silena stammered, her usual mask of confidence failing under the gaze of a self-made women like Sally Jackson. "I speak French,...and always liked history...also did some designing,..." A grin spread across Sally's face she glanced over at Percy.

"But for the time being I am rather tied up," she explained. "You know, got a deal with the god of the underworld to keep up."

Sally nodded with a gentle smile but something gave Silena the impression that this was not over yet. She shot Percy, who was visibly uncomfortable, an apologetic look, and promised herself she would somehow have to pick up her game as a servant if their arrangement was supposed to be worth it for Percy now that sexual favors were effectively off the table from Percy's side. It was a somewhat tall order, seeing as her body was her main marketable attribute. She lacked Thalia Grace's spine, Rachel Dare's spunk, and Annabeth Chase's intellect and sheer ferocity. She would barely ever be more than a liability in any fight, and despite Percy's affectionate treatment of her, she knew she could never really be trusted. Truly, all she had to offer were her tits, ass, a pretty face, and willingness to provide casual fellatio, though in fairness she had for the most part enjoyed it. It had been nice to naturally excel at something.

"Hey, you okay," Piper's quietly interrupted her contemplations. Silena looked up. Sally Jackson and Annabeth were gossiping away happily while their respective men were watching with mild apprehension. Piper, however, was glancing over at her with concern written across her face.

"Oh, yeah. Everything is fine."

Despite her mood staying glum throughout the rest of the day she kept up her smile and bubbly attitude. If all Percy was going to get out of their deal was a maid, it should at the very least be a cheerful smiling one. She insisted on cooking dinner while Piper, Percy, and Annabeth put in some sparing. She enjoyed eating with her still quite new small family. When the two love birds and Piper finally headed off to Annabeth's place Silena went one last round of cleaning with Juniper. Then, after Juniper headed into Olympus to enjoy the nightlife she fed Mrs. O'Leary, and used the peace and quiet to put in two hours of working out. For one her ADHD fueled brain required it, and for another, her dump-truck ass didn't come from putting makeup on all day. She liked the way it looked, and while Percy wasn't using it, it seemed prudent to be at least aesthetically pleasing.

Once showered Silena grabbed a tray with snacks, two glasses, and a bottle of wine, and headed down into the jail, and sat down up against the wall next to Khione's cell.

"You seem to have suffered through quite the day?" the goddess asked, her voice as cool and gentle as the falling snow. Circe didn't even bother looking up from where she was lying on the bunk. "Hey, not even going to greet me?" Silena asked Circe for shits and giggles. Circe glanced over at her and gave her a look of utter contempt. "Do not address me, hetaira."

She met Khione's gaze and the ghost of a smile curled the goddess's lips as she rose and strolled over to sit next to Silena on the other side of her bars. The daughter of Aphrodite filled one glass and handed it to the goddess. "You should smile more, Circe," Silena poked at the goddess.

Circe scowled and Silena followed up. "Out of curiosity. How am I the whore here?" she asked after taking a single long sip from her glass. "I must agree with the daughter of Aphrodite," Khione confirmed and they bumped glasses. "If I recall, you were the one who bore the children of the men who bested you. By right of tradition, you should be throwing yourself at our jailor, begging to receive his seed. Or would your generosity be owned to that daughter of Athena? If I shared your modus operandi, fair Circe, I would certainly choose to be on her leash. That warrior maiden's eyes,...you know, it's her eyes... Wouldn't mind letting her cloak me..."

Circe swiftly sat up and Silena bit back a giggle. "The two of you are pathetic," the sorceress hissed. "You Khione, who had the queen of the heavens at your mercy, and you, Beauregard, the agent of the Titans! The woman who almost broke the Olympians without raising a sword once. Women who could have left your mark on this era! And now look at you, two broken slaves, joking around being toyed with by your masters! Unlike you, I shall not just quietly go into the night."

"Did you talk that much when Odysseus visited you as well, or did he manage to otherwise occupy that mouth of yours?" Khione inquired innocently. Silena knew Khione held no affection for Percy. Though him not having his way with her, despite her earlier outbursts, seemed to have gained him some goodwill with her. But as far as Silena could tell, after being stuck down in the dungeon with Circe, the goddess's dislike for the sorceress had by far exceeded the disdain she might harbor for Percy. And this new interest in Annabeth,...perhaps Khione considered anyone who choked the bane of her current existence out as someone worthy of her attention and inclusion in her insults. Or she simply didn't mind playing both sides of the team, though Khione was yet to mention any female lovers.

Circe opened her mouth and closed it again, seemingly deciding that yelling to vent her important rage. "One day,..." Circe warned, her voice quivering with fury.

Chapter Text

Piper Mclean

When Piper woke up the next morning she was sitting in an alien room, decorated with her wardrobe, desk, and private belongings. The air smelled differently and she could hear the bustle of a metropolis seeping in through the cracked window. It took her a few long moments to remember that she had moved away from the midwest.

She sat and groaned, her muscles still sore from last evening's sparing session. She had almost died, both physically and metaphorically. Annabeth's workout routine was absolutely ridiculous and had left Piper almost crawling back to her new home. She had thoroughly embarrassed herself in front of the infamous Sally Jackson earlier that day and the mere memory of the incident made her squirm inside.

Annabeth somewhat reminded her of Emily, the girl that had unwittingly foundered her relationship with Jason. Apart from their hair color and complexion, the two girls were nothing alike. Emily was short and petite, with sky blue eyes, and a gentle temperament. Annabeth was tall, lean, and tough as nails. Still, Annabeth was very sexy when she worked out and Piper had been just as hard-pressed not to gawk at her as Percy had. Though Piper knew how much Annabeth mourned for her long hair, the look still suited her despite it now giving her an angry lesbian vibe.

That night's sleep had been hard to come by as well. The apartment's walls were relatively thin and though it was obvious that they had tried to be quiet, Piper had spent what felt like half the night listening to Annabeth and Percy having sex. Despite her usually brash behavior, she was still very much a virgin. She hadn't had the stomach to knock on the wall and ask them to quiet down so she had spent a lot of time being both uncomfortable and kind of horny as she imagined what could get that scary blond to make such noises. It had brought up memories of that one relatively recent occasion where she had IMed them as they were getting busy, that too had not helped. Though Percy had certainly offered a good display, the image of a clearly aroused Annabeth with her breasts exposed was forever etched into a memory where they lived rent-free.

When that disturbance had ended she had spent even more time pondering her breakup with Jason and trying hard not to cry herself to sleep.

After a deep yawn, Piper got up, pulled on a pair of sweatpants and a camp shirt, walked out of the bedroom, and froze dead in her tracks when entered the kitchen.

Standing at the stove as he made omelets stood Percy, bare-chested and wearing only shorts.

He had changed.

When she had met him Percy had been wiry and kind of cute, and despite being undoubtedly handsome he had not really been her type. She did not know if Percy had started bodybuilding in his off time or if it was just a perk of godhood but the son of Poseidon had bulked out considerably, now sporting a body covered in muscles that looked like they had been chiseled, especially the abs. Add his illustriously unruly hair, and that roguish sparkle in his eyes, Piper now understood what so many of the girls at camp and that Calypso girl had been on about. At least his personality had not changed as far as she could tell, though that served him rather well. After spending half the day watching him being around Annabeth had her clearly torn between exasperation and laughter, she understood why Annabeth had so hopelessly and completely fallen for him, and why her half-sister had been so very happy to serve as a rebound. Percy showed his feelings, his joy and anger, grief and love. And he didn't feel embarrassed about it in the slightest. She found herself wishing Jason had been a bit more like that.

Piper had been ashamed of herself when she realized she was comparing the two men.

She had grown up with a thing for older men, especially that strong, quiet, and brooding type. Two years ago therapist had said she liked older men it was because of her father not being around and her compensating, but knowing that hadn't made any of the boys in her class any more attractive and any less childish. Now, she could suddenly see the appeal in a man who was in touch with his emotions. Still, Jason did not deserve that.

"Dude, cover-up," Piper announced as she entered, dramatically covering her eyes.

"Sorry, Annabeth stole it," Percy explained apologetically. "I could put on Annabeth's bra though?" he suggested helpfully.

Piper sniggered and sat down on the counter. "What are you making?" she asked.

"Breakfast, Omelets with bacon, toast, and fruit salad," he announced confidently and flipped the omelet he was currently frying in the pan.

"Damn, was she that good?" The words had slipped out again before she could stop them and as Percy looked over at her confused her cheeks flushed brightly.

"Kinda heard you last night," she admitted. "...you know hard to ignore..."

"Oh," Percy replied, his own cheeks turning scarlet as he realized what had happened. "Oh shit, I am so sorry!" he burst out, awkwardly running his hands through his thick dark hair. "That bad?"

Piper shrugged. "Not too bad..."

"Still sorry," Percy insisted. "But no, Annabeth started sketching something late last night after...well you know...and she will be a zombie today so I thought she would at least appreciate a good breakfast, you know...also making enough for the lot of us!"

Piper shot him two thumbs up. "In the name of all women, Percy, I approve of your actions. Men and kitchens just mix well."

Percy mockingly bowed and turned his attention back to the stove.

"How are you holding up?" Percy finally asked out of the blue. "You know..."

Piper's heart sank as she realized what he was on about. "Oh fine, yesterday was fun..." she explained. "Have you heard anything from Jason?"

"Nah, not yet," Percy admitted. "Though we were never that close. Sorry for the two of you."

Piper shrugged awkwardly.

"Want to talk about it?"

Piper raised an eyebrow. "Gathering gossip, Jackson?"

Percy winked and offered her a glass of orange juice "Of course."

Piper sighed deeply. "It was just a needless fight. I think we were doomed to fail, but it could have gone a lot smoother. You know, I don't think I can have nice things... He was a perfectly fine specimen of a man. Polite, well-groomed, tall, you know, the entire package! Why couldn't I just enjoy a good thing."

Percy sighed and shrugged. "Dunno, I am not the right guy to ask."

Piper took a long sip from her glass and stared at the vibrant yellow liquid and the fibers of fruit pulp floating in it. "You did something right, you know..." she reasoned and nodded at Annabeth's bedroom. "Took her back."

"It's not always easy," Percy admitted. "Even without everything that has happened. You just don't stop trying... So when Annabeth called the break.." Percy trailed off thoughtfully. "I know she just cracked under the stress, that wasn't about love..." Percy sighed deeply. "The thing is, when you love each other you don't just give up on them. "

Percy paused for a long moment. "What I am trying to say is Annabeth is my best and most trusted friend. She's followed me to the very ends of the world, even got stabbed for me. We really did some crazy shit together and she always sucked it up and stood at my side. When I was parading around in front of her with Rachel, even then she was still at my side when it counted..."

"You couldn't let go?" Piper asked helpfully, taking pity as she watched Percy struggle to try to compress what were undoubtedly quite complicated feelings into the right words.

"Yeah," Percy confirmed. "Unfinished business. I know Annabeth got a lot of flack for it, but she's been through a lot. Honestly, can't blame her panic attack. Look at how it's turned out, Silena Beauregard as a coming home gift, one of my best friends' ex-girlfriends insisting on joining her, and two goddesses under lock and key in my basement? She might have her bumps and corners but she is putting up with a lot."

"Yeah," Piper admitted drily, imagining her Alanis Morissette-fueled freakout if put in similar shoes. "I can see how a girl could be upset, though it can be argued that all the large-scale girl problems you have wouldn't have happened if Annabeth hadn't freaked out... "

Percy shrugged. "Not worth dwelling on it. We just have to take the punches as they come."

"With ADHD an absolute necessity," a voice announced from behind them and a drowsy-looking Annabeth appeared in the doorway, wearing a much too large shirt that Piper assumed she had liberated from Percy. "Coffee?" she asked hopefully and Percy pointed at a thermos can. "Warm and ready. How long were you listening."

Annabeth shrugged. "Not long," she grunted and slouched over to them and instead of making it to the thermos she bumped into Percy and rested her forehead against his back. Percy sighed and gave her that "See what I put up with!" look and poured the cup himself as his girlfriend dozed behind him.

Just then they all heard the front door's lock clicking. In a heartbeat, all drowsiness seemed to melt from Annabeth's moment and a moment later she pulled a celestial bronze dagger with a narrow thirteen-inch-long blade from her knife holder. Piper too looked around and grabbed a frying pan from the sink while Percy picked up his infamous ballpoint pen from the counter.

A moment later the door opened to reveal none other than Thalia Grace who was casually stowing away her lock-picking tools.

Annabeth sighed deeply and lowered the dagger she had raised clearly intending to throw it at whoever was trying to enter. "You know I have a doorbell?" Annabeth asked quizzically.

"Do I look like some sort of Jehovah's Witness?" Thalia asked indignantly and slammed the door shut behind her. "And Percy put a fucking shirt on. No one wants to see that, like really! Oh, hey Piper!"

"Good to see you too, Thalia," Percy greeted her drily. "Omelets?"

Thalia sniffed at the air and shrugged, clearly trying to look gruff. "Well, if you insist," she muttered. "Still, put something on. You are not the god of strippers!"

"I am the god of nothing," Percy replied and shrugged.

"Good morning Thalia," Annabeth greeted the huntress loudly. "What brings you here at this early hour."

"Girl, it is nearly ten o'clock. I've been up for five hours, putting up with Artemis," the huntress declared dramatically.

"Have you figured out what has her panties tied up in a knot?" Annabeth asked innocently, earning a scowl from Thalia.

"Something is up with Artemis?" Piper asked, immediately perking up at the prospect of new gossip to distract herself with.

"Yeah,..." Thalia hesitated for a moment but then declared dramatic: "You know what, it's going to come out soon anyway. Artemis recently hung out with Persephone who let slip that not all huntresses have made it to Elysium, even the ones who died in the last two wars!"

Thalia crossed her arms and scowled. "Why not?" Piper asked perplexed, having always assumed that serving the gods your entire life was the best way to get yourself a place reserved downstairs.

"Apparently just because you serve the gods doesn't mean you are a good person," Thalia explained indignantly. "And the Judges judge you by your moral character as well as your deeds."

"So they spent centuries acting like eternal spoiled brats and the judges weren't impressed?" Annabeth asked helpfully.

"Well, yeah," Thalia confirmed. "And you are the one to talk, you even almost joined..."

Annabeth shrugged. "I think I am quite safe, made sure Hades's new temple was finished before Zeus's on Olympus. Also added a few special requests, Hades is currently one of my biggest fans. You should have seen the review he gave me on Hephaestus TV. Besides, Percy's penis has improved my quality of life considerably so I have zero regrets."

Thalia stuck her tongue out in disgust and made a gagging sound while Percy laughed.

"Ladies, sit down at the table so I can serve breakfast. Thalia, you'll need to wait a moment. Gotta make another omelette for you."

"Honestly Percy, have you been hanging out at Apollo's and letting him oil your biceps or something, " Thalia grunted, "Put something on!"

"No," Annabeth argued, blowing her old friend. "Don't put anything on."

Deciding it was safest to side with her new roommate Piper added. "I for my part also agree," Piper announced. "Men making breakfast shirtless is something I too very much approve off..."

"You're a virgin, girl!" Thalia complained. "You've never seen a man cook breakfast shirtless before."

Piper was about to argue that her dad had baked bread in the morning, sometimes shirtless but chose to bite her tongue and avoid the comments.

"Speaking of virgins, I am supposed to give you this!" she announced and pulled a flier from her jacket and handed it to Piper.

"Thalia," Annabeth warned. "We talked about this..."

"By order of the goddess," Thalia defended herself smugly.

Piper glanced down at the brochure. It was one of those fancy ones, folded three times.

It took her a moment to decipher the title, written in ancient Greek, glittering silver inc, and the short text under it.

"Join Hunters of Artemis today. Regardless if you are a young heroine, nymph, or mortal. If you are looking for an eternity of adventure, outdoor activity, a glorious death in the service of the goddess, or have simply been disappointed by men one time too many and desire sisterly support, we have just what you are looking for. Daily activities include but are not limited to, archery, community cooking, tracking, hiking, craftsmanship, close-quarter combat training, purging the world of monsters, and of course, evening smores. Become the strong, independent women we know is inside you and help other women release their own potential, free from bad influence and distractions. If you are interested write your name and address down on the next page and sacrifice the flier to the goddess."

"Hmm," Piper announced, fainting interest, and made a show of opening the flier and looking at the pictures. While she had no interest in joining the hunt today or anytime soon, the pictures did look pretty cool with blatantly emancipated girls doing things like setting up tents, making fires, baking girl scout cookies, or practicing archery. One showed a girl couldn't be older than ten lunging at a fully grown Telekhine under the supervision of a wise and proud-looking goddess. Some pictures were much older though, a proud and beautiful-looking warrior maiden with olive skin and silky black hair pinning down a teenage boy in a Nazi uniform with a silver dagger pressed against his throat. A stygian iron sword lay just out of his reach. The back page was a black and white group photo, a bunch of heavily armed girls in long storm coats posing on a hill overlooking miles of smoke-filled fields that had been bombarded so heavily that it resembled a moonscape. That chaotic background was only breached by a maze of trenches zigzagging their way across the countryside. Printed below it in thing script were the words. The Hunt observing The Great War and learning from the folly of men. "Half a million men dead, barely a foot of ground gained, and not even one of them knows why. They boldly marched to their deaths, like livestock in a slaughterhouse." (Zoe Nightshade Verdun, France. 2nd of August 1916)

Above the picture was a box where aspiring applicants could write down their details on.

"I'll think about it," she announced generously but promised herself to start going out on dates again soon before she cracked and actually did consider joining.

Seemingly satisfied Thalia leaned back and waited patiently for Percy to finish with her breakfast. "Anyway, Nico and I have been trying to calm things down but it isn't easy seeing as neither my lady nor Lord Hades seems to be willing to make any sort of compromise. Artemis is demanding that all her fallen Huntresses are brought at least to Elysium. Lord Hades is insisting that him compromising the separation of powers in the underworld would put severely undermine the public trust in the underworld's judicial system. Meanwhile, Artemis is enraged and announced she will make Hades regret this. Dunno what she is going to do about it though, complain to Apollo again? Try to recruit Persephone?"

"I am sure that will solve the argument," Annabeth agreed drily and committed to her breakfast.

Silena Beauregard

Cold dull emptiness. An existence doomed to eternal waking entropy among the evergrowing crowds of restless dead. Minutes melted into hours, hours into days, days into weeks, and weeks into years. How long she had been here, Silena did not know for she had no heartbeat to count by. There was no day, no night, only the harsh monotony of Asphodel. When she had really begun to comprehend the future that awaited them she had tried to scream in horror, however only faint whispers had escaped her immaterial lips. At times she saw faces she thought she recognized, at times those that shared her fate seemed barely human.

In the beginning, she had fallen into old habits. Taking long walks to soothe her ADHD fueled anxiety but she quickly realized that it offered no relief. She no longer had a body to exhaust. Finally, her soul had dispaired and she had collapsed up against a large bolder and retreated deep into her memories only to feel them slipping away as everything that defined her was slowly eroded as time passed. How long until she forgot who she was?

"You could be freed," a deep and rich voice drifted through to her wavering consciousness.

Silena looked around and found an imprinted sleeping woman's face staring up at her in the earth next to her.

"What?" her voice whispered.

"You served my son," the voice whispered. "A service that has not been forgotten." "There are many to be beguiled, truths to be discovered, and allegiances to be swayed in the weeks to come."

"No,..." Silena's whispering voice replied.

"Look how the gods have treated you. A child a naive child, manipulated, blackmailed, twisted by powers that even fooled Olympians themselves. You sacrificed everything in the end, and yet you face a harsher fate than any of them," the voice whispered. "Serve me and you shall escape their will, serve me and you can help bring them to their knees as my sons rise. Be the harbinger of a new age. Be the champion of a new world."

Silena only shook her head, as if to rid herself of a persistent and unpleasant thought. Perhaps she was dreaming, or this was some sort of test. But Silena was weary, and even on the off chance that this offer might be genuine and made by one of power, she truly had enough of lies and deception. It was better to fade away down here.

As if reading her thoughts the face spoke again. "Your friends rise to challenge my sons even now. You can still save them, all you need to do is serve me."

"No," Silena insisted. The voice was right, she had been a child and naive. Perhaps she had even been judged harshly, but she understood that this voice was trying to play her as a fool. If those she cared about in life were rising to face this voice, she was certain that consorting with it would only bring more grief. She might have the talent and tools necessary to move quite effectively in a world of lies and deceit, but she had gained enough wisdom to understand that it would only ever bring her grief.

"So be it," the voice whispered, already quickly fading. "I still have another that might be turned."

For a while Silena sat quietly, pondering the conversation she had had until confusion took over as the memories of what had troubled her soo had already faded, leaving behind only unease and doubt.

Suddenly Silena was sitting upright, her entire body drenched and trembling. Breathing deeply she looked around and remembered with profound relief that she was alive, and not trapped in some deep deception.

Chapter Text

Percy Jackson

Without any diabolical goddesses to hunt or worlds to save godhood gained something of a routine surprisingly fast. Percy picked up his godly education with Apollo and at times Artemis. Though truth be told Apollo was the more enjoyable teacher. It was fairly obvious that the goddess did not spend much time around men she did not actively dislike and wasn't quite sure what to do with him. The only draw with Apollo was that he kept flirting with Silena every chance he got and Silena low-key went along with it. Despite being with Annabeth, Percy had to admit that he felt somewhat territorial when it came to the daughter of Aphrodite. Of course, such notions were ridiculous and morally he had no leg to stand on but it still bothered him.

Over the past few weeks, more and more prayers had begun to be sent his way, mainly from Camp Half-blood. Fortunately, it wasn't actually problems the campers needed solving, more them just sending greetings his way. The only ones who had felt obliged to ruin a good thing had been the Hermes cabin, who had taken to spamming him one night with random weird noises until he sent Blackjack by to do his business right on their welcome matt.

Percy was just helping Silena and Juniper set up the winter Solstice party when the doorbell rang.

"Can you get it?" Percy called over to Annabeth who along with Piper had retreated to the lounge and its firepit where they would be safe from the winter chill.

"On it," Annabeth replied and rose, wearing one of the hoodies she had stolen from him, and made the long trip to get to the door, rather than the shortcut through the inner courtyard. While the heated floor tiles pool had kept the courtyard, save the flour beds snow-free, the icy wind and heavy snowfall made for a less than pleasant environment.

"Percy;" Juniper asked, hurrying up to him. "We could set up a fire brazier in the courtyard to get visitors to also go outside..."

Unlike every other perpetually freezing female it was fairly obvious that Juniper's body wasn't entirely physical. Where even Annabeth had put on layers, Juniper still ran around in her simple cotton dress, barefooted, and with her long hair tied up in her by now customary twin braids. The only allowance she had made for the cold season was a set of red ear mufflers that covered her pointed elf ears. Truth be told Percy had quickly gotten used to having Juniper around. She was kind, cute, made for pleasant company, and hadn't taken her misplaced expectations of what his uses for her would be too harshly. She had even dropped with her cavalier disregard for what mortals would consider clothing conventions. Percy had the nagging suspicion that Annabeth had taken the dryad aside at some point. That was around him at the very least. He knew for a fact that Juniper, Silena, and Annabeth, had started using the Sauna more and more as winter took hold, and when he wasn't around they'd do so naked and then jump into a pool with the thermostat set just above the freezing solid.

"Sure, go ahead. Do you need help dragging..-"

"Percy," Annabeth cut in, jogging over him. Her earlier merry holiday mood had evidently gone because the daughter of Athena's eyes were narrowed and her lips pursed. "Lady Hera wishes for a moment of your time," she explained, though the tone of her voice made it fairly obvious that she would have considered a less flattering title more appropriate.

"I got this, can you help Juniper drag something around?" he asked.

Annabeth shrugged. "Sure, why not?"

After making sure he was somewhat presentable Percy entered the atrium where the queen of Olympus awaited him. Apart from the golden circle adorning her head, Hera looked very much like a beautiful mortal woman, dressed as she was in a long white coat and heavy gray scarf. Thick snowflakes were caught in her hair and clothes.

"Perseus, I see you are preparing for the solstice," she announced, glancing over at the disco lights, and loudspeakers that a few Apollo campers had begun to set up the previous day. They would be returning in an hour or so to finish setting up the entertainment part of the evening.

"Lady Hera, how may I help you," Percy greeted her formally though he could guess why Hera would come by. There were only really two options after all."I have come to check on your goddesses," Hera announced coolly, though Percy noticed her lips twitching slightly as she bit back a smug smile.

"Fair enough," Percy replied, fully aware that Hera likely assumed that the goddesses were being used as private sex slaves. So seeing as prizes of war the two goddesses were technically speaking part of his so-called harem, he wasn't sure how appropriate Hera poking her nose into what by Olympian logic would be his private affairs. He would have to ask Apollo or his father later. "Follow me."

Percy led Hera past Silena who looked after them with concern.

Over the past few months, Silena and Khione seemed to have formed some sort of friendship so her concern was understandable, but fortunately, she didn't follow them.

"Do you ever take them from their cells?" Hera asked as they stepped into the custom-built jail. In the summer Khione's presence was enough to cool the vault down to a pleasant chill but now in winter Percy had been forced to keep the vault doors open and set up two space heaters outside of Circe's cell additionally to providing additional blankets. It was arguably a fire hazard but the worst thing Percy could realistically see Circe achieving was setting herself and Khione on fire. Seeing as both were goddesses, that meant little.

"No," Percy replied, not mentioning that Silena was keeping up a low-key pressure to at least allow Khione out of her cell for a while, especially now that winter was coming around and the goddess's element was falling from the sky. Percy would if Khione actually met the conditions he had set for her a few months ago. If Khione wasn't ready for such concessions, he would not risk everyone else's safety by letting her out. Powers contained or not, Khione had had millennia to learn how to fight dirty. While she might look the part at the moment, he was not arrogant enough to consider her a damsel in distress.

"Good morning, Ladies," Hera announced as the two other goddesses rose from their cots.

"Lady Hera," Circe announced, sounding a lot politer than she had ever been around him.

Khione did not bother with such formalities. She glared at Hera with the kind of loathing she hadn't even shown Circe, in his presence at least.

"It is good to see that you have made yourself comfortable," Hera mused, looking around at Khione's admittedly by now quite lavishly furnished cell, unlike Circe's confinement space, which was while comfortable still a lot more spartan. Khione said nothing, only glancing over at him for a moment as if unsure if she could risk mouthing off. "It looks like someone put in the extra effort. I hoped your defiance would at least last a few decades."

"At least my husband doesn't knock up every mortal strumpet he comes across," Khione suddenly sniped back.

"That is because no one wishes to marry you," Hera snapped back, immediately taking the bate.

"Lady Hera," Circe announced, striking a much more diplomatic tone. "I implore you to plead for my pardon with Zeus. Did I not side with Olympus in both recent wars?"

Hera sighed. "You are not a traitor, unlike our D-list goddess here. But your support throughout both wars has been found wanting, I do not recall seeing you on any battlefield. I fear, my old friend, that you have caused one headache too many."

Circe smile narrowed just a fraction. "We both know Olympus will need my services again at some point in the future."

"Then we know where to find you, Circe," Hera replied lightly. "Your enthusiasm honors all of us though but does not worry, you will continue to serve Olympus in some sort of capacity down here under Lord Perseus's never waning vigilance."

For a few more minutes, Hera gloated at the two prisoners, making thinly veiled inquires about their stay.

"Perseus, may I make a request for tonight's celebrations?" Hera asked, her attention turning back to Khione.

"Yes, my Lady," Percy replied, already almost certain he would not like what came next.

"Would you be willing to present Khione as a spoil of war to Olympus after the council finishes deliberating? I am sure seeing a traitor dragged in front of the crowd on a leash would raise morale, these past few years have been hard ones."

Khione instantly stiffened but said nothing, instead of awaiting his response.

"I would not be, Lady Hera," Percy announced, deciding to put his foot down. For one, he was not comfortable at all with the idea of forcing such humiliation on Khione, even on Circe. That was needless cruelty. He had even banned Piper from coming down here to gloat over Khione, for that very same reason. For another Silena would be quite cross with him afterward. "They are my women, and I do not wish to share their charms and beauty."

Hera raised a skeptical eyebrow but nowed her head slightly. "As you wish."

Without another word Hera turned around and walked off, looking awfully pleased with herself.

"Sorry," Percy muttered at the two women and hurried after Hera.

"You have not used them," Hera announced matter of factly. It was not a question, merrily a statement of fact.

"Ahm no,..." Percy admitted. "What gave it away?" he then added.

"They do not look like conquered women," Hera explained and looked back at him, a thoughtful expression spreading across her face. "Have you put any thoughts in your future marriage?" Hera asked.

"Some," Percy admitted, his thoughts immediately drifting to Annabeth.

"You should play your cards with care then Perseus, a hero of your renown could make quite a worthy match. Even too a council member," Hera hinted.

"Pardon me?" Percy asked as they headed up the stairs.

"Artemis, obviously for one. Perhaps Athena, though I can see how that would be made more complicated by you bedding her daughter so openly. Lord Zeus would be happy to finally have them in firm hands. Antheia is also on the market, so is Melinoe, according to their mothers."

Percy coughed uncomfortably. "Aren't two of them maiden goddesses?"

Hera shrugged. "They are until they aren't. Persephone once fashioned herself a maiden goddess and we all know how that worked out. And if the prospect of being wed to a major goddess is not to your taste and you desire a wife you can control more easily Circe and Khione are certainly available to you."

"I will think about it," Percy promised, despite being sure that his choice would still somehow fall on Annabeth. Though, he mused, that while Annabeth might be willing to continue their relationship if he was forced to commit to a political marriage if the bride were her mother that would very probably make things very awkward.

"I doubt Khione or Circe would go along with it willingly," Percy then added.

"Perhaps not, especially with Circe. Hence they would be slave wives, their compliance is not required to give you an heir. In any case, when you make your choice let me know. , even if the bride isn't a goddess. After all, your wedding will make for the spectacle of the century and I would be happy to organize it."

"Your generosity honors me," Percy replied politely. As a teenager, he might have found choice words for the queen of Olympus, but now that he was directly responsible for Silena's, Juniper's, Khione's, and Circe's wellbeing, additionally to his commitments to Annabeth, mouthing off was simply not a luxury he had anymore.

"Should I be expecting any trouble?" Silena asked quietly from behind him.

Percy looked back at the daughter of Aphrodite. "Probably," Percy grunted. "Maybe Zeus pissed her off again and she wanted someone to gloat over."

"There's trouble?" Juniper asked nervously.

"No Juniper," Percy assured her. "Probably not."

"I see, by the way, we dragged a fire brazier outside. I will go and make sure the guest rooms are ready for any who stay overnight."

Once Juniper was safely out of earshot Silena grossed her arms and gazed up at him with those beautiful blue eyes of hers. "What did she want from Circe and Khione?"

"I do not know," Percy insisted. "She asked if I was willing to parade Khione around Olympus on a leash tonight-"

When Percy saw Silena's face he quickly added. "Which I immediately said no to."

"Ah," she replied and hesitated. "That's good...after tonight could both of us talk to Khione. She really isn't that bad and heading downstairs every time I want to hang out with her is annoying. Besides, Circe always tries to ruin any good mood."

"Fine," Percy conceded. "We'll talk to her. Just so you don't get your hopes up too high."

Silena gave him her best, tongue-tying smile and bustled off, leaving him standing there and trying not to look at her ass.

The next few hours passed quickly and as the sunset and Percy returned to his bedroom he was surprised to find Piper, Juniper, Silena, and Annabeth, crowed around the styling mirror in the bathroom, surrounded by a number of boxes containing a wide assortment of styling equipment.

"What are you three up to?" Percy asked skeptically, looking at Annabeth with a raised eyebrow.

The daughter of Athena was sitting on the bathtub's edge in her bra and panties, while Silena cautiously snipped away at her hair.

"They are being foolish," Juniper announced, looking as doubtful as he felt.

"There is nothing against an occasional makeover;" Silena chided the dryad who rolled her eyes. "All three of you have natural beauty, there is no need to go at your faces with paint, spoiling what the gods have given you."

"Makeover?" Percy asked skeptically.

"Well yeah," Piper muttered defensively and looked down.

"Yup," Annabeth announced brashly. "The Winter Solstice is once a year so I will not apologize for trying to look good."

"But you always look pretty," Percy automatically argued and earned a wink from Silena, letting him know he had said the right thing.

"There is every day pretty, and then there is the playing arm candy for your insanely hot godly boyfriend as we attend festivities with all the major gods present hot. Tonight is the occasion for the second."

"Right you are," Silena confirmed. "Piper go take a shower and properly rinse out your hair."

"I do not want-" Piper began but gave up when she noticed Silena's sharp glare. "Piper and this is the first time your ex and all our friends are in one place. Remember, we wanted to all pretend like we have your shit together?"

When Piper still looked doubtful Silena added, "Don't worry. I know what I'm doing. I won't turn you into Drew, not that the girl actually needs all the makeup. You are going to look really good, just in a Piper way."

"Fine," Piper grunted and looked at Percy pointedly. "I know this is your house and everything, but mind leaving the bathroom so I can use shower?"

"Ahm, yeah!" Percy replied.

"And take Juniper with you. Your bathroom is big, but not that big and seeing as she does not require my expertise, she is in the way!" Silena added.

"Come on, Juniper," Percy added dutifully, and the two of them left the other three girls to their devices.

"I shall never understand the need for such things," Juniper admitted. "Neither will I," Percy admitted. "Neither will I."

Together Percy and Juniper heard back upstairs where Will Solace and two of his half brothers, Nico, the Stoll brothers, Katie, and Grover were waiting for him. Frank and Hazel had retreated to his gym's armory and were inspecting the considerable array of weaponry, though to Percy it seemed that they had in truth retreated to talk in private.

"Oh," Juniper muttered, apparently having just been reminded why she had fled the ground floor and made a graceful exit by simply evaporating into thin air, leaving only a swirl of leaves and the scent of juniper behind.

"Are they ready?" Will asked skeptically.

"I was just thrown out of a bathroom in my own house, by a woman I technically own," Percy replied.

"So no," Will summarized and was rewarded by a chorus of sniggers. "Stop laughing or I will show them the pictures of you after I gave you a makeover," Katie warned Travis grimly. The threat immediately wiped the smile from his lips to everyone else amusement.

"Do you want to go down there?" Travis asked apologetically.

Katie sighed deeply and pinched her nose. "No,...I'll catch Silena when everyone else is ready."

"Well, we are pretty much ready here," Will finally cut in.

Percy looked around taking in the final product of their labor.

The entire ground floor had been rigged in the fire. Silena had taken over the bar area, setting up a dancefloor and making sure the bar itself was fully stocked. He had tried to convince her to simply enjoy the party but she had been hellbent on putting her barkeeper skills to the test. Despite Percy's protest at the prospect of his rarely used game room being repurposed high tables had been set up for people to chat and mingle. Loudspeakers were set up left, right, and center, along with a light suite that could put any disco to shame.

"Hey, is Juniper alright?" Grover asked once they were somewhat out of earshot. "Yeah," Percy replied. "Looks like Olympus is suiting her well for now," Percy explained. "Though I think she came here with false expectations," he then added and Grover nodded, clearly understanding and pleased. Percy grimaced, knowing that Grover had probably spent weeks imagining Juniper merrily getting her brains screwed out.

For a moment Percy thought Grover might say more but was cut off by the doorbell. Hoping that it was not another major god wishing to gloat at either Circe or Khione Percy headed towards the door and opened it.

It took Percy a few long moments to recognize the admittedly very pretty latine American girl, standing in the swirling snow. Without her Toga or armor, she looked softer, younger,...normal even. She even had pieces of what looked suspiciously like tissue and plastic wrapping in her hair whose function Percy could not even begin to guess.

"Reyna?" he asked with eyes wide. Reyna smirked at him. "May I enter your residence, mighty Perseus?" she asked.

"Are you here to see Circe?" Percy asked confused.

"I'll check in with her later if that is alright with you, but no, Annabeth invited me...," she explained. When he still looked confused, she awkwardly shrugged. "I did understand that correctly, right?"

"Oh, yeah," Percy stammered and stood aside to let the Preator inside. "I just didn't expect you to come,..." he admitted.

"Rome will survive a few hours without me," Reyna explained, an amount of enthusiasm and excitement he hadn't seen from her yet sparkling in her eyes. " Listen, Annabeth texted me they are downstairs and I didn't anticipate the weather,...this needs some serious damage control efforts and word is you have a mission specialist...," Reyna then announced, gesturing at her hair.

"Oh, by all means," Percy replied and closed the front door.

Reyna grinned at him one more time and then hurried deeper into the house where she nearly ran into Frank and Hazel, who seemed to be on their way.

"Zang, Levesque," she greeted the two brightly.

The couple looked at their Preator in confusion for a long moment before both recognized her and snapped to attention.

"At ease, legionnaires," Reyna announced and then disappeared off deeper into her house.

"What's wrong with her?" Frank asked once Reyna was out of earshot and they had come over to him. "Don't know, looks like she is in a good mood," Percy mused.

"That's scary," Hazel admitted. "Like, once you've seen it,...it can't be unseen. Anyway, about the room..."

"Something wrong with it?" Percy asked.

Frank awkwardly scratched the back of his head and Hazel's chocolate complexion gained an adorable blush. "No," Hazel hastily assured him. "It's just, are you sure it's appropriate? You know, us sleeping in the same bed together."

Percy shrugged. "Hey, it's up to you. I am happy either way. If you too are uncomfortable with it, I can free up another room."

"No," Hazel hastily said. "Just asking..." Then she grinned up at Frank who blushed deeply.

Percy realized that this was some sort of angsty teen romance thing but decided that both were combat veterans of the Roman legion he left them to figure it out. He and Annabeth had,...or not. Considering their current situation, he wasn't sure they were a good example.

Consoled in the realization that Frank and Hazel would likely do better at this than he had, he left them to their merry giggles.

Soon Leo too arrived along with more and more campers along with Jason arrived, many already dressed for the festive occasion. For them, that meant an odd mixture of button-up shirts, dresses, and highly polished battle armor and weapons that really only came together with demigods. Even Clarisse had put in the effort to look presentable.

By the time Annabeth. Silena, Piper, and Reyna returned a small crowd had gathered, offering the girls what Percy considered an entrance worthy of the Paris fashion show. They certainly looked the part. In other words, they looked absolutely gorgeous, every one of them. He clearly wasn't the only one who thought so, because a collective gasp went through the room, though that might just have been because for most it was the first time seeing Silena again.

Annabeth, in a dark blue knee-long dress and boots that almost reached to the knees over dark tights against the cold. It was one of the first times he had ever seen her wear makeup and while in general; he preferred his warrior maiden. This version of Annabeth, with her cherry red lipstick and sparingly applied eyeliner, looked more like the actresses in Holywood,...it would have been impossible to look away had the distractions available been any less potent.

Despite having known Silena to fairly run around with anything less than immaculate styling. But since her return, probably due to having an underwhelming audience she had almost stopped using makeup entirely. Not that Silena had ever needed it. There were few girls in the world that could wake up with a hangover and still be a solid ten, but Silena was one of them. Having gotten used to seeing her without Makeup, will the effect was quite striking. The tight, formfitting dress that she wore, well, it certainly reminded him of how she looked naked.

Piper wore a light white cotton dress and wore her hair open while Reyna brought up the rear guard in a long purple dress, a light jacket, and had her long dark hair secured in a thick braid.

"You ladies look amazing," Percy announced, approaching to take Annabeth's hand.

"Nah, no kisses," she warned. "I had to sit still for twenty minutes."

For a moment Percy was tempted to kiss her anyway, but her eyes held that dangerous sparkle that both terrified and turned him on at the same time.

"Looking decent enough yourself, Jackson," Reyna replied with a grin and Silena nodded.

"Not compared to the four of you," Percy replied evenly.

"You think so?" Silena asked innocently. "I think I look fat in this."

The comment earned a few skeptical snorts. "Beauregard, I would kill to have a midriff that narrow and at the same time get to have your titts and ass. How much do you leg press? Three hundred fifty pounds?" Reyna hissed. For a moment Percy was taken aback by the familiarity with which Reyna addressed Silena. For a moment Percy thought Silena might offer some sort of rebuke but instead she only made a show of pushing back her long dark curls and hooked elbows with Annabeth.

"Silena, about that bar," Piper began when she noticed that Jason was very openly staring at her uneasy, sad eyes.

"Got you, darling," Silena replied dutifully, and then turned to face him. "So, my glorious overlord. I have a very beautiful daughter of Athena here. Would you care to take over?"

"I would be happy to," Percy agreed and took Annabeth's hand, freeing Piper and Silena to head over to the bar. Reyna too excused herself and linked up with Frank and Hazel, the only two other active-duty roman legionnaires

As Piper and Silena headed off to the bar Percy led Annabeth forward.

"So, welcome to my home. The Olympians will begin to hold the council at nightfall, so that gives us about an hour. Now that most of us are assembled I hereby open the bar," Percy announced and was met by sheers and the clatter as armored gauntlets struck bronze chest plates. "Will, get the music going. Let's have some fun."

Chapter Text

Silena Beauregard

It quickly became fairly obvious that despite the early hour, the bar had become the focus of the attention, with dozens of campers crowding around to welcome her back to the world of the living. While being very comfortable with holding multiple conversations, even she was struggling to keep up with the orders while also keeping the audience entertained.

Fortunately, Clarisse and her boyfriend, Chis, had elected to hold the line with her behind the counter and Clarisse's armored and muscular bulk seemed enough to keep her from getting swarmed. That and Silena had strapped her master-crafted blade around her waist.

"So," Lacy asked wide-eyed, her former cabin having occupied most of the barstools. "Can I have a Long Island Ice Tea?"

"One very virgin Shirley Temple coming up," Silena replied smoothly and went to work. While she in general didn't care about US child protective laws, she wasn't going to be involved in getting girls as young as Lacy drunk. She knew firsthand how hard it was to drop the habit.

Lacy scowled and looked like she was about to argue but met Clarisse's glare and chose against it.

"Jackson treating you well?" one of her former boyfriend's half-brothers asked gruffly, trying to look like he didn't care too much.

"Oh, yes. A perfect gentleman," Silena replied smoothly.

Suddenly Juniper appeared next to her, holding a plate with empty glasses.

"I need refills," she announced and smiled up to her, her brow glistening with personation and her cheeks flushed a vibrant green. Over the past three months, Silena had grown quite fond of her fellow servant, both as a co-habitant and a colleague. She worked hard, complained little, was by nature quite submissive, and was more than grateful for the liberties Percy granted her for the relatively light labor he in return required from her.

While she still considered Juniper's decision to gift herself into slavery simply for a shift of scenery and rebound questionable at best, Silena had to admit that Juniper was an excellent servant to Percy. At the very least the dryad seemed reasonably happy with her decision.

"Chris, can you help Juniper out? I need to mix Lacy a drink," Silena asked.

"Sure thing, Beauregard," Chriss replied gruffly.

"Merci," she replied and turned back to the son of Hephaestus.

"Percy is a sweetheart," Silena explained. "Honestly, more of a flatmate than anything else." Even as she spoke she remembered that odd feeling of power as she swallowed Percy's load after prolonging his torture considerably as she provided casual fellatio at the poolside, though that had been completely voluntary. Still, she knew that an ungracious interpretation of what had transpired between her and Percy would let Percy look quite badly. That, as a man who had complete power over her, had allowed it to happen despite Silena having wanted Percy as much as he had desired her at the time.

"I hope so," he replied.

Percy Jackson

It was often said that he was oblivious. But Percy certainly did know that the only acceptable thing to do with Annabeth, looking as beautiful as she did, was to ask her to open the dancefloor with him. The only problem was, that neither of them actually knew how to dance.

So Percy gently took one of Annabeth's hands, placed the other one on her hip, and before long they were half dancing, half stumbling across the dance floor. Fortunately, a few other couples soon joined them, so their embarrassment didn't serve as the main source of entertainment for too long.

"It has been a while, Seaweed Brain," Annabeth whispered up into his ear as they slowly turned around each other in rhythm to a song Percy did not recognize.

"Yeah," Percy replied, remembering that night on Olympus, all those years ago.

Annabeth grinned, clearly remembering the same occasion. "You know, I would have totally slept with you...?" she whispered in a voice too low for anyone else to hear. "My knight in tattered clothes."

"So you have told me," Percy replied, not bothering to hide his grin.

"Do we have to go to the council meeting later?" Annabeth asked quietly.

"Hera asked if I could lead Khione around on a leash for the occasion, so I assume our attendance is at least expected," Percy reasoned and twirled the daughter of Athena around.

"Fuck," Annabeth whispered.

"Hey, I am in no hurry to get you out of that dress. You look amazing," Percy mused, looking down at her body.

"My hair is short,..." Annabeth complained.

"Still look amazing," Percy insisted. "In an angry lesbian way."

"And I look better without clothes," Annabeth then continued complaining in the same mock, whiney tone that made it obvious she was fishing for compliments.

"Hmm," Percy mused. "Sure about that? I mean that dress looks amazing on you," Percy announced thoughtfully. "I could eat you.."

Annabeth lazily stood up on the tips of her toes and pressed her lips against his. "You promise?" she asked softly, a rogue gleam in her eyes.

"Those tights of yours won't survive to see the dawn," Percy promised grimly and earned a light laugh. "You know, it was more fun when I could make things hard for you," Annabeth complained. "Like when you were stuttering around when you asked me out?"

"So you don't want me to...?" Percy began and grinned when Annabeth stuck her tongue out. "We will have to talk about your attitude later then." Percy then announced gruffly.

It looked like Annabeth already had a counter lined up but just when she opened her mouth to reply they were interrupted. They had danced closer to the DJ booth at the edge of the dancefloor where Nico stood on the sidelines and had used the moment to make himself known as they got close.

"Hey Percy," Nico greeted him. "Sorry for interrupting," he then quickly told Annabeth, probably a wise precaution.

"Nico," Percy asked after arresting their dance while keeping Annabeth in his arms. "What do you need, man?"

"My father asks to have a word with you later," Nico announced. "He has a proposal."

"I have heard that before," Percy announced.

"Really, still holding that over my head?" Nico challenged.

"Just kidding," Percy replied. "Yeah, sure. Of course, I will speak with Hades."

Nico grinned. "Thanks, now I need to get back to Will, otherwise he will start moping around again."

"When does Hades want to talk?" Percy asked quickly.

"Just find him after the council meeting concludes," Nico explained.

"I will do that Nico," Percy replied.

Once they had melted back into the crowd of dancing figures Percy slid his hand back from Annabeth's hip to her back and pulled her up against him before letting his hand slide down discreetly to cup her toned rear. "Want to sneak off for a quicky?" Percy whispered in Annabeth's ear.

"Percy, I would love to but I have no clue how to fix the makeup," Annabeth whispered and Percy gently squeezed her ass. "Who the fuck said I needed your face?" he whispered.

"Really romantic," Annabeth hissed. "I will romance you later woman," Percy promised.

Annabeth hesitated. "The guests?" she asks.

"Will be fine, we won't be long."

"It's never short with you, Percy...fine!" she conceded, looking around as if to make sure no one was listening, "If you ruin my makeup, that is on you." Then she grabbed him by the hand and hastily led him towards the stairs where they were unfortunately once again ambushed, this time by Thalia Grace.

"Hey Thalia," Annabeth greeted her old friend and let go of his hand to embrace the huntress.

"Annabeth, you look beautiful," Thalia announced and embraced her. "You know, like a barbie!"

"Thank you, Thalia," Annabeth replied drily. "Sorry, we are late. Artemis needed some last-minute errands run before the meeting."

"That's fine, how many friends did you bring?"

"Seven, more will probably come later though," Thalia announced. "I do not think the Hunt will turn down free booze. I will never get used to seeing twelve-year-olds wasted...even if those twelve-year-olds have a few centuries under their belt."

"Just keep them in line, we don't need any old rivalries bubbling up tonight," Percy insisted.

"Don't worry," Thalia promised. "I will keep the peace. Oh, Katie is over there. Got to go, people to say hello to."

With Thalia safely out of earshot, they managed to slip down two floors to the master bedroom and lock the door behind them.

"Okay, make it quick," Annabeth hissed. "How do you want to do this?" she asked, her voice suddenly taking on a more businesslike tone.

"On your back won't work," Percy mused, "We could tear that dress..."

"Then not on my back?" Annabeth asked. "How about up against the wall, from behind?" she suggested with her usual air of pragmatism.

"Nah, that feels too tasteless right now, also uncomfortable for you,..." Percy replied. "How about the desk? High enough for easy access, plus you don't have to stand in an awkward position?"

"Works for me," Annabeth replied and they hurried over to the desk. After clearing the desk of her laptop Annabeth half leaned down onto the table, keeping herself propped up on the surface with her outstretched hands until Percy pulled her dress up over her waist and Percy gently began to push her down onto the wood.

"Percy, makeup," Annabeth warned. Realizing that if he proceeded this way Annabeth's face would be on the wooden surface he stopped and Annabeth hastily propped herself up on her elbows. Keeping the dress up with his left hand Percy smacked Annabeth's right cheek, earning himself an eye-roll in the process. "Oh, that attitude," Percy complained. "We'll need to fix that later."

When Annabeth stuck her tongue out again, acting like the mature demigoddess she was, Percy made a show of pulling her black, semitransparent tights down all the way to her high boots and swiftly following up with pulling her panties down to her thighs. "I will never grow bored of this view," Percy admitted.

"Percy, I hope you don't intend to stress-test that statement, just get on with it. You kinda got me horny,..."

A gentle touch was enough to confirm that Annabeth was telling the truth and she was wet enough to skip any tongue work on his side, for the time being at least. To underline her request Annabeth wiggled her rear in a both pleasing and inviting manner.

Percy hastily unbuttoned his jeans and pulled out his deck and playfully grinded up against Annabeth for a few moments before lining up and pushing into her.

"You okay?" Percy asked softly when Annabeth stiffened.

"Yeah," she hissed back. "Get on with it!"

It wasn't a demand Annabeth needed to repeat and with his hands holding Annabeth by her hips he began to thrust into her warm tightness. After double-checking Annabeth actually was fine he slowly sped up.

While moving slowly to not dishevel his lover, Percy took Annabeth with deep thrusts, his pelvis bumping against her cheeks with every single thrust.

Despite the quite exquisite view, Percy closed his eyes and just enjoyed the perfect moment. He held Annabeth's hips form and slowly sped up. After a few moments, low grunts began to escape Annabeth's slightly parted cherry lips.

"Fuck," Annabeth grunted.

"Want to escalate this to a no clothes, bedbound situation?" Percy teased.

"Yeah, but no time," she groaned back. "You can elaborately satisfy me later Seaweed Brain. Just do what you need to and let's get back to the party."

"Yes, Wise Girl," Percy conceded and stopped trying to awkwardly get the angle just right and instead slowly sped up.

"Oh gods," Annabeth moaned softly as Percy increased his efforts.

Trying to speed things up Percy stared down at Annabeth's ass, trying to bask in every single thrust he drove into the woman he loved.

"Fuck woman," Percy grunted and playfully spread her cheeks, revealing the other fun hole. "One day," Percy thought to himself. Despite his best efforts, he worried he wouldn't be able to finish any time soon. In a bid to speed things up his hands slid up her body until they cupped her bust, groping her through the fabric of her dress. How he did it, he did not know but somehow he managed to cumm before Annabeth's patience ran out.

After emptying the first load of the evening into his girlfriend Percy finally pulled out.

"So you can do quickies," Annabeth realized, looking mildly winded despite obviously trying to appear collected as she pulled up her panties and tights again and rose, her dress falling back in place.

"You liked it," he asked, fishing for compliments as he zipped up himself.

"You were amazing as always," Annabeth assured him, a note of sarcasm seeping into her voice. "Now that you've got it out of your system can we go back?"

"Just a moment," Percy replied and yanked Annabeth close and up against his chest as he pressed his lips against hers.

"Percy!" Annabeth tried to squeal, her voice only muffled by his lips. After squirming a moment she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back until Percy allowed her to break away.

"Seaweed Brain," Annabeth complained and looked into the mirror. "Not too bad..." she committed to herself and then held her hand out to him. "Come on, let's get back upstairs. Ah damn, now I keep a straight face while I feel your cum inside me."

"Your mother will be so proud," Percy joked and earned himself a playful punch.

With ample distraction available the hours passed swiftly and the night grew older. Before long it was time for Percy to attend the council. Despite not having been officially invited Percy had insisted on taking Annabeth as his plus one, as she had been so very often in the past. The council meeting sounded like the kind of hazardous environment that could be navigated a lot safer with Annabeth's whit at his disposal. The meeting also provided Zeus the opportunity to once again show Percy his generosity by sending him off to find another poor goddess to capture and keep. He hoped that Zeus might be less inclined to do so if Annabeth was clinging to his arm.

At the very least they weren't alone, with both Nico and Thalia also heading for the same destination.

"Here come a few hours of divine circle jerk," Thalia declared and was immediately answered by the distant roll of thunder. She then glanced over at Percy. "No offense to present company."

"None was taken," Percy assured her. "Time to listen to the council congratulating each other on our victory."

Thalia grinned over at him and glanced at Annabeth. "Looking good, Barbie," she teased.

Instead of firing back, Annabeth leaned her head against Percy's arm and grinned up at him.
"She does," Percy agreed.

When they arrived the council session had already begun. That, fortunately, meant that no grand declaration of their arrival was made though some acknowledged them.

Apollo and Poseidon smiled as they entered while Athena shot an annoyed glare at her daughter who was still clinging to his arm. Hades too inclined his head before turning back to follow Zeus's monologue.

They swiftly retreated to the side of the chamber and watched as the meeting began. Zeus spoke at length about the lessons learned and sacrifices made during the last year. However, he did have the decency to offer the Demigods and Hunt a shout-out for their small part in the entire affair.
Then Zeus droned on about how accountability was being enforced and long lists of measures taken to ensure that such a tragedy would never happen again.
It was about as easy to listen to as the average politician's speech and soon Percy found himself being distracted by the woman at his side. So much so in fact that he almost missed him being mentioned.

"We have rained in the rogue deities!" Zeus declared proudly. "Many of those that have aided the Titans or the Giants have been either brought into the fold or sanctioned most harshly. Just recently Perseus, the mighty son of Poseidon, has captured and imprisoned both Circe and Khione. Once they have learned humility and obedience they might yet serve Olympus as lowly slaves"

Percy exchanged a grimace with Annabeth but then more closely followed the speech. "Many are still hiding, I cannot deny that." Zeus declared. "Medea and many others are still scheming our downfall, but rest assured, they will be captured."

"As long as it isn't us catching her, we have just run out of cell space and something tells me cohabitation isn't a good idea," Annabeth muttered.

"I still have the torture chamber," Percy jokingly whispered back. "I am sure there is some cage, might need to squeeze a bit but..."

Annabeth sniggered, earning dirty looks from a duo of guards. "You do have that rack down there,...we could put someone there as well."

"Aren't you a feminist or something?" Percy accused her mockingly.

"Who said the next guest you are to imprison is going to be a woman?" Annabeth hissed back. "Now that is sexist. Men can be traitorous little bitches too. I am just spit-balling ideas for possible sleeping arrangements..."

She fell silent to listen as Zeus summarized the progress of Olympus's reconstruction, mentioning Annabeth by name multiple times. Though he doubted she was a big fan of the king of Olympus it was fairly obvious that the praise was tickling her pride. She had always been weird like that.

"There is one more matter that must be addressed," Artemis declared coldly when it looked like Zeus's grand monologue had finally come to an end.

"What would that be, most esteemed daughter?" Zeus replied, sounding very much like he hoped what was sure to come would have been laid to rest by now.

"My uncle, Lord Hades, has offered my fallen huntresses the greatest insults," Artemis declared, her high-pitched voice almost shaking with fury.

"Is this about the Elysium thing?" Zeus asked tiredly, sounding as if he did not want to be bothered with the matter.

"Lack thereof, in this case, father. It has become known that some of my fallen maidens, who valiantly died in battle, never reached Elysium and rotted away on Asphodel or even the Fields of Punishment! Women who have served the gods for many years, in some cases millennia!" she announced and turned her glare to Hades, who in return seemed to be reconsidering his regained right to enter Olympus when and however he pleased.

However, it was not Hades who replied but Persephone who seemed intent on defending her man with surprising vigor. "Phrase your slandering with more care, Artemis! I will not have my husband accused of a lack of fairness!"

"Oh please, your husband pimped out that Beauregard girl as a slave mere months ago," Artemis snapped. "Traitor or not, you could have left her some dignity. No hero could possibly hope for a more honorable death than she had!"

"She was offered a chance to serve the gods," Hades explained generously. "She agreed, and I am sure that Lord Perseus can confirm she has been nothing but a loyal servant."

All eyes turned to Percy, who coughed awkwardly. "Ahm, she's great," Percy muttered.

"Regardless of the quality of her service," Hades interrupted sternly. "The underworld's justice must account in all balance. While the quality of your huntress's death certainly is considered a mitigating factor, the quality of their character must still account for the balance of the verdict. Spite, vanity, and arrogance are not attributes rewarded in my domain!"

"My huntresses are above such things," Artemis hissed venomously, looking so angry that Percy would have not been surprised if she started lobbing arrows at the lord of the underworld. "And even if they had such flaws, I doubt you would judge your own offspring by such metrics."

Hades sat up to his full height, his dark eyes narrowing dangerously. "On the contrary, little girl. My daughter Bianca was judged and sent to Asphodel after her demise, regardless of her sacrifice. So was my daughter Hazel, who tasted the last war's first blood in her final moments as she thwarted a giant."

"One of which has fled her sentence, and has yet to be returned to the underworld," Artemis snapped back.

Deciding that he did not like this at all where this conversation Percy did the only reasonable thing one could do when two Olympian council members were having a row and stepped forward to intercede.

"Artemis," he cut her off before the argument could further escalate or Apollo could rush to his sister's aid. For a moment Percy thought the goddess would tear him apart but to his mild surprise, she met his gaze and then looked away.

Once again all gazes zeroed in on him and Percy sighed. One day soon, he was going to learn how to shut up, but now he was committed. On the bright side, he now had very little time to come up with what he wanted to say. "Uncle," Percy then addressed Hades, thinking quickly. If it meant taking the conversation as far away from Hazel as possible, Percy was willing to suffer an embarrassing incident and two major gods' displeasure.

"Calling Artemis a little girl is really over the line. It doesn't matter what you are fighting about, but that is simply unacceptable."

He then turned his attention to Artemis. "And Artemis? Really? I like most of your hunt, and you as well, but demanding special treatment for them above all others does not sound reasonable. I also really hope you can bring things that upset you forward in a less rude way."

Hade's eyes narrowed even further. Truthfully Percy expected Artemis to explode, every time he had ever told a woman to calm down it had only had the opposite effect. To his surprise though, the goddess only blushed slightly and refused to meet his eye.

Fortunately, before things could really escalate Hephaestus's booming laughter echoed through the hall. "Here I was fearing I would not hear a single candid word this night!"

"Yes," Dionysus agreed. "Lord Peter Johnson has provided quite the spectacle, I might raise a glass of wine in his name later..."

When Zeus shot him a sharp glare the god hastily added, "Of course, once I may abandon my sobriety!"

"Spectacle or not," Poseidon cut in grimly. "My son's words hold truth. I would hope that in the future we conduct our business with more dignity and not start with name-calling. Brother?"

Zeus sighed. "Whatever, no more name-calling," he grunted.

"Hey, I will insult whoever I please," Ares declared.

"I motion we give Ares permission to insult as he desires," Athena piped up moments later. "Special considerations must be made for special needs!"

"Hey, are you calling me stupid!" the god of war demanded.

"She is," Apollo confirmed gleefully, clearly eager to use the chance for some entertainment. "Athena, it is not okay to bully the retarded."

As the argument heated up, someone tugged on his sleeve.

He looked back and found a twelve-year-old girl with flaming eyes looking back up at him. "This would be the moment to return to your lover," the goddess suggested softly tempers flared around the council chambers.

"You are probably right," Percy agreed and let Hestia lead him back over to where Annabeth and Thalia were standing. His girlfriend was looking at him with mild exasperation while Thalia with what Percy could only describe as newfound respect.

"You just had to kick the hornet's nest," Annabeth muttered. "Oh stop it Annabeth," Thalia hissed back. "That was bloody brilliant. I've never seen Artemis-.."

Whatever Thalia would say they would never know because just then Zeus's voice thundered through the massive council chamber. "Silence," he roared.

Once all had fallen quiet Hera rose to her feet. "I believe all points on tonight's agenda have been addressed," she announced and looked around as if daring anyone to suggest otherwise. "So let us conclude tonight's meetings and turn our attention to tonight's celebrations."

"You would be wise to choose your words with more care in the future," Hestia cautioned and then smiled. "Though your motivations were certainly honorable," she then added, discreetly letting him know that she was aware of what his goals had been.

"Worked out well enough, didn't it?" Percy smoothly played down his concern at Hestia having so openly read him.

"Then, these days dead do tend to have a habit of coming back, don't they," the goddess replied with a small smile. "One of them keeps your hearth warm, doesn't she."

"She did more than that," Annabeth snorted under her breath.

Slowly, the goddess turned her gaze towards Annabeth.

"Hey, Silena doesn't hurt anyone," Percy quickly said, both to distract from whatever Annabeth was on about and because Silena getting too much attention could not end well.

"Yes," Hestia agreed and her smile widened. "She is a truly nurturing soul. It was a pity, what happened to her. I wish her fate had been a happier one."

The goddess's gaze flickered back towards Annabeth. "Though I imagine that would to some extent depend on you too, won't it Annabeth Chase."

To Percy's mild surprise, Annabeth blushed deeply and looked away.

"So," Percy cut in before Annabeth could answer and nodded after the crowd of gods proceeded out of the council chamber. "I think we should be joining the celebrations outside."

"I shall stay and tend to the Hearth, I wish the two of you a wonderful evening. There is after all a lot to celebrate, wouldn't you agree?"

With those cryptic words, she returned to tend to her heath in the center of the chamber where he was surprised to find Apollo and Artemis waiting for him. "Annabeth Chase," Artemis greeted Annabeth with surprising warmth before turning her silver eyes on him. "Was it really necessary to call me out like that, Perseus? I was under the impression we were to be on the same side."

"Sorry I had to throw you under the bus there, Lady Artemis," Percy quickly assured her. "Will it make you feel better if I told you it was to a maiden's benefit?"

"In that case, you can be forgiven," Artemis allowed. "Still this is a matter of great importance. I cannot have my Huntresses treated that way. Millennia of service ought to be worth something."

Percy shrugged and was saved by Apollo from having to come up with an answer. "Give my homeboy a break here, little sis. Defended your honor just fine..."

"Not that you need help defending your honor, my lady," Annabeth quickly added.

"A battle for another day then," Artemis conceded and Apollo visibly sighed in relief. "Word is," Apollo announced. "You have a pretty sweet party going on there. Mind if I head there?"

Percy grinned, "I am sure the daughters of Aphrodite would love to hear you recite your Haiku collection."

Apollo gave him his trademark grin and swept back his shoulder-long golden curls. "Yeah, I plan to. Got a top ten collection ready. I will meet you there."

A moment later the god disappeared in a column of fire, leaving behind nothing but fading sparks.

"Are you sure it is wise to let Apollo close to your fellow campers? Some of those girls are quite foolish..."

Annabeth sniggered. "They might be, but I think it is safe to say that Apollo reciting his poetry will be proactive birth control enough."

Artemis laughed that throaty chuckle of hers and they proceeded out of the two double doors. Just as the last winter solstice he had witnessed on Olympus, the streets were beginning to fill up with crowds of deities. Seemingly from nowhere a stage had appeared and the muses had begun to do their thing, filling the air with the songs and melodies of old.

"Enjoy the evening Percy Jackson," Artemis counseled. "And do keep an eye on my brother, will you? I spend more time worrying about his children than he does, and he lacks the impulse control to keep it in his pants. I shall take my leave, the hunt had something planned in my temple...and I think you can by now imagine the rest," the goddess added drily. "Perhaps I will see you later."

With that the goddess melted away into the moonlight, leaving him and Annabeth alone at the apex of the stairs to the temple.

"If I didn't know it better, I might even believe she likes you," a familiar female voice greeted him.

He and Annabeth looked around, just in time to see Hades and Persephone appearing next to them, the goddess clinging to her husband's arm.

"Dove, the council session is concluded. Leave the disputes addressed there to rest for a few hours," Hades chided his wife with a surprising amount of affection. "You know that your mother will just start gossiping the moment she hears any unconfirmed rumor."

"Fine," Persephone allowed.

"You asked to see me, uncle?" Percy asked, sincerely hoping that Hades had already forgotten Percy's earlier comments.

"I did," Hades confirmed.

"Has that daughter of Aphrodite been serving you well?" Persephone asked. "Aphrodite originally considered offering you Ms. Tanaka as a body servant, but I believed Ms. Beauregard offered a much better fit."

"You assumed correctly," Annabeth saved him from having to try to find an answer that did not delegate Silena to be on an object that could just be handed around. "Bound into slavery or not, I doubt Drew could ever do anything to anyone's benefit but her own," Annabeth replied graciously. "Regardless of her undeniable physical charms."

"Annabeth Chase, the daughter of Athena,..." Persephone mused.

"I know, I am a disappointment to my mother," Annabeth hastily admitted.

"Yes, but do not worry. I am as well," the goddess admitted and laughed gently and for a moment the scent of springtime was in the air. "She has never forgiven me for not struggling harder when Hades took me to the underworld," the goddess announced, looking up at her husband with a lot of affection than Hera would ever be caught showing Zeus.

"We digress, my love," Hades gently rained his wife in. Perhaps before the goddess could add any cute but embarrassing details. "I did not merrily ask you here to gossip about your slave."

"I did not assume you had," Percy agreed.

"I have, what you could call a vacancy in the underworld, and would like to offer you a part-time occupation. After all, you are a warrior of great renown and your integrity and honor are beyond question," Hades continued.

"A vacancy?" Percy asked skeptically.

"Among the judges of the underworld, yes," Hades confirmed.

"You mean Minos?" Percy inquired innocently.

"Unfortunately we had to let Minos go," Hades confirmed evenly. "His conduct during the Titan War was simply unacceptable so after Nico filed a complaint HR finally got around to terminating him."

"Oh, okay," Percy replied, still taking in the implications of the offer.

"So Perseus, are you interested?" Persephone asked lightly.

Percy glanced over at Annabeth who shrugged barely susceptible.

"I am very flattered by your offer," Percy began. "But I have no clue how to be a judge."

"Hardly a problem," Perseophnie promised. "You'll be trained on the job. Selflessness and fairness are more important than job experience here."

Percy sighed. "Is it okay if I think about this? It is both a big decision and responsibility."

"I would expect nothing less," Hades replied smoothly. "This is not a pressing matter, just one that needs to be addressed eventually. We would very much like to take you on as part of the judicial branch."

"I am honored," Percy assured them truthfully.

"Well, Perseus. Let me know when you have made your decision," Hades announced. "Now, forgive my lack of manners, but I promised my wife that we would go dancing."

"All the power to you," Percy replied awkwardly.

A mischievous glint appeared in Hades's eyes. "Yes, all the power to me indeed."

"Oh stop it, your big mouth got banned from Olympus the last time," Persephone snapped and then winked at them. "Have a nice evening."

Once the two gods proceeded down a wide grand staircase Nico and Thalia joined them.

"What did they want?" Nico asked suspiciously.

"They invited us to a godly swinger," Annabeth explained with a perfectly straight face.

Thalia, knowing Annabeth quite well, was clearly aware that this was a stupid joke. Clearly, Nico did not catch on so fast, instead of gaping at the two of them in abject horror. "Apparently the big three and their spouses are having this thing later..." Annabeth elaborated, clearly inventing on the fly. "Not gonna lie, kinda tempted. Pulling Poseidon would be funny."

"Oh that thing," Thalia played along, clearly taking quite a lot of macabre pleasure from the color Nico's face was taking. "Yeah, got the invite when I joined the hunt. I don't think my father understands the concept of eternal maidenhood."

"Guys stop, Nico's head is about to explode," Percy cut in and slapped Nico's shoulder. "Don't worry, your father just offered me a part-time job."

Nico sighed in relief. "Fuck you guys," the son of Hades groaned. "No amount of booze Will could possibly be capable of burning away that mental image."

"Come on, let's get back to the party."

Silena Beauregard

To Percy, it more or less looked like half of the camp had turned up at the house party and if it hadn't been for the handful of campers helping out, she and Juniper would have been hopelessly overwhelmed.

"Hey Ms. Beauregard, looking good today," a familiar voice announced.

When she looked up from the glass she was cleaning she was mildly surprised to see that chars lining the bar were suddenly vacant, save for one.

"Apollo," she sighed. "What can I get you? Fog Cutter? Mai Tai?"

The god gave her a dazzling grin. "How about you review some of my haikus?" the good suggested.

The line was delivered with so much confidence that it might have just convinced her that this was a good thing had she not known better.

"Did you ask my master if you were allowed to flirt with me?" she asked, smoothly dangling the fact that she was Percy's, over his head. Fortunately, she could say with some confidence that Percy would not start sharing her with others.

"Ah, forbidden lovers," Apollo mused, his voice dripping with melancholy. "Like Romeo and Juliet. Bonny and Clyde. Cleopatra and Mark Anthony..."

"They all died,...rather stupidly," Silena reminded him evenly.

"Oh that sparkle in your eyes, you are a goddess among women," Apollo continued.

Despite herself, a smile cracked her lips.

"Your thighs, as pure as the Milky Way," he continued. "And your breasts-"

"Also exclusively Percy's," she reminded the god patiently. Normally she would be rather upset if some guy presumed to comment on her breasts, but as far as she could there was no malice in the overreaching compliments. Apollo was simply a hopeless case.

A flash of silver light later Artemis appeared at her brother's side and slapped the back of his head. "My apologies. He does it to my huntresses too," Artemis announced.

"Come on, baby sis," Apollo complained. "You are the worst wingman in the world."

"I have no ambitions of being a wingwoman," Artemis corrected him, putting special emphasis on the last word.

"Fuck," Apollo grunted.

"Now let Ms. Beauregard do her job, you are holding up the entire bar."

Grumbling Apollo slouched off, before spotting two particularly curvy daughters of Demeter standing in the snow outside by the fire pit.

The god's grin lit right back up as he began to model walk in their direction.

"Does he ever have success with your hunt?" Silena asked mildly curious.

Artemis made a sour face. "Sometimes," she admitted. "I can not see how he has success with such blunt courtship tactics."

Silena shrugged, reminding how weak her legs had once gotten when Charles Beckendorf had flexed his abs at the like in camp or imaginary sexual adventures sometimes seeing Percy sent her down. "Maybe we girls aren't as hard to impress as we thought," Silena reasoned honestly. "Judging by how many children he-."

"Oh my brother is a slut, there is no denying that," Artemis said and glanced over to where a few of her huntresses had found the gym area and were now crowded around Clarisse, cheering her on as she tried to bench her max.

"Have they caused any problems yet?" Artemis asked.

"Nah," Silena assured her.

"I threatened that if I find any huntress passed out drunk I am giving them a makeover they won't be able to wash off," Silena explained nonchalantly "So, what can I get you?" she then asked smoothly to maximize the effect of her last.

"Caipirinha," Artemis replied, a welcome note of grudging respect entering her voice.

"Coming right up," Silena replied, feeling rather pleased with herself as she got to work.

Fortunately, Artemis seemed to have stopped whatever Apollo had done to gain some privacy with her because moments later the crowd had seemingly by its own accord gathered around the bar again.

Piper McLean

It had been a long time since Piper had had quite so much fun. She and Reyna had hit it off since the beginning of the party.

Piper had been very pleasantly surprised to find out that Reyna could not only dance but was very capable of leading as well. It certainly beat the awkward stumbling around she had suffered through with Jason when she had tried to teach him.

Once they were out of breath they finally sat down at the lounge. "I haven't done that in a while," Piper announced and took a sip from her glass of coke.

"What? No hot teen heartthrobs on those Hollywood parties?" Reyna joked.

"Oh, a few," Piper assured her.

"Anyone, I know?" Reyna asked innocently.

"Almost certainly," Piper admitted and grinned. "But it's been a while. My father stopped taking me to those after I became a disappointment. We were in Britain and I talked this one really famous musician, like one of the biggest names over there, into buying shit for me and my mates. I think dad was worried I was becoming a sugar baby or something because that was the last time he took me to such events..."

"And I thought Annabeth had issues," Reyna replied, shaking her head in disbelief.

"At least Annabeth's issues are sexy," Piper complained and then dropped her voice to mimic Annabeth's deeper one. "I ran away from home when I was six after which I started fighting monsters, linked up with other badass demigods, and kicked ass."

"Yeah, like a fucking textbook emancipated woman complete with the strong and handsome, yet sensitive man at her side," Reyna agreed and raised her glass in a mocking toast.

"So, why didn't you study in New Rome?" Reyna then asked curiously. "We have a pretty well-funded Faculty. Brought on a few old Greek scholars. Aristoteles spirit is the head of the philosophy department. We are also currently trying to get Archemedis as the head of our STEM department. "

"Hard sell to my father," Piper admitted. "He doesn't know New Rome exists, nor about Demigods and stuff. He'd probably assume I am trying to join some cult or something. Nah, New York is far enough away to avoid direct parental scrutiny, but close enough to camp in case something happens. Plus dad doesn't want me to live alone yet and he met Annabeth for five minutes and seems to be under the impression she has her shit together."

"Yeah, she is good at selling that," Reyna agreed. "Still, I had hoped you'd find a way to study in NR."

Piper shrugged. "I am a big city girl, can't change the genre."

"Oh well," Reyna sighed.

"Hey, you are one of those Roman girls. I remember you from the last war," someone addressed them from behind.

A son of Apollo, one of those in Piper's opinion generic hot ones, with those shining blue eyes and curly blond hair much like the ones she had grown up around with in Hollywood, had approached them without either of them noticing.

"Yeah, I am one of those," Reyna stuttered, looking a lot more flustered than usual.

"Would you like to dance with me?" he asked. "I am James by the way."

"Ahm," Reyna paused and glanced over at Piper who grinned. "Go ahead."

A grin spreading across her face, Reyna let herself be led off to the dancefloor, leaving Piper alone to lean back into the comfortable cushions, closed her eyes for a moment, and accept a few shots from Juniper as she basked in the sound of laughter and music.

"Are you okay, Piper?" a familiar voice greeted her, and found herself looking up into the familiar eyes of her roommate.

"Oh, hey Annabeth. You guys back?" she asked and yawned.

"Yeah, things alright here?"

"Reyna looks like she is having a good time," Anna noted and beckoned over the dancefloor where Reyna and the generic hot guy whose name Piper had by now forgotten seemed to be hellbent on showing a gaggle of her half-siblings what Salsa was really all about.

"Are you doing alright?" Annabeth asked, those gray eyes seemingly staring deep into her soul.

"Oh, yeah great," Piper assured her.

"Well, I'm going to go find Thalia," Annabeth announced and headed off.

Piper stared after the daughter of Athena. If she had to listen to Annabeth getting her back broken every time Percy slept over, she should at least got to admire her ass.

"Piper, you holding up?"

Torn from the welcome distractions of Annabeth's rear end she glanced over just as Jason sat down in the place Reyna had vacated mere moments earlier. "Oh, hi Jason," she greeted him, forcing a smile onto her face. "Really good so far. New York is great, and so is college. You too?"

"Oh great, looking into colleges myself. Applied to Harward and a few others,...but might just go to new Rome in the end."

Suddenly feeling very confident in her decision of not having gone to New Rome her smile suddenly became a lot less forced.

"You've been working out," she noticed. "Good for you."

Jason grinned. "Hey, it is what you are supposed to do."

Smiling Piper inclined her head. Suddenly a wave of lethargy struck her with the force of a sledgehammer.

Piper rubbed her temples and groaned. "Are you feeling alright?" she heard Jason ask.

"Oh yeah, just need to use the restroom," she excused herself and rose to her feet.

Something was very much wrong, she had taken a few shots but nothing that would hit that hard.

"Did I say something wrong?" Jason asked.

"Not at all, just not feeling very well," she said and rose to her feet.

Suddenly out of breath from exhaustion, she swayed slightly. "Gonna head to the restroom."

Piper fought her way through the mass of moving bodies, the music suddenly sounding as if she were submerged underwater. Her head spinning from exertion she pressed forward to the staircase she did not notice the woman straight ahead of them until it was too late.

"Watch where you are going," a deep, rich voice challenged her.

Piper looked up and found herself staring up at a beautiful woman with long brunette hair proud, reserved features, and a golden circle resting on her brow. Through the haze, she would not have recognized the goddess for who she was were it not for the peacock pattern cloak.

"Are you feeling alright?" the goddess asked, looking down at her with what Piper hoped was genuine concern.

When Piper opened her mouth to assure her of her well-being she suddenly doubled over and emptied her stomach onto the woman's shimmering dress.

"Apparently not," the queen of the heavens announced as Piper doubled over and puked again, though this time the goddess jumped out of the way in time.

"I'm sorry," Piper crooked, hoping that she wouldn't be smited.

The goddess grabbed her by the arm and started steering her through the crowd with an iron grip.

Piper followed along, trying only to stay on her feet.

"Protecting maidens is your thing," Hera suddenly declared. "It looks like this one drank more than she bargained for."

Piper looked up and found herself face-to-face with her ex-boyfriend's sister. "Fuck girl, you look like hell," Thali exclaimed, her voice sounding far, far away.

"We've got her, Lady Hera," Thalia quickly assured her and before she knew it she was surrounded by girls most of whom wore silver combat fatigues and she felt herself being sat up against the wall.

"I shall take my leave then, the fates clearly do not desire me to partake in this evening any longer," Hera announced, though to whom was beyond Piper-

"Thanks," Piper whimpered and clutched her head as her nausea worsened and the world began spinning.

"Hey Nico, get your boy toy here," Thalia snapped. "Someone roofied Piper. Also, find Percy or Annabeth."

"What's going on," Reyna's voice suddenly reached her followed by.

"Someone is spiking drinks here," Thalia explained.

"Hey ladies, you called for a medic?" the voice of Will Solace reached her fading mind and then blackness.

Percy Jackson

Percy had just started chatting with Jason when Juniper alerted him to the fact that something was wrong.

"Percy, Piper just collapsed," she announced, either oblivious or simply not caring that Jason was sitting right next to him.

"What?" Jason asked sharply before Percy could even so much as open his mouth. "Where is she?"

"Silena is bringing her down to one of the guest rooms," Juniper explained and Jason jumped to his feet.

"The hunt is babysitting her right now," Juniper warned. "And Will is checking on her."

Jason was off before Juniper had finished speaking.

"Percy, Piper kinda puked on the dancefloor, do you want me to clean it up?"

"Would you?" Percy asked gratefully.

"I am your slave, Percy, it is my job," she replied matter of factly and hurried off.

That the hunt had taken it upon herself to guard Piper in her vulnerable state was an understatement.

A dozen grim-faced warrior maidens, all armed to the teeth with war bows and combat knives, had taken up position around the floor it was fairly obvious that every straight man was considered a prime suspect because even Jason's path had been blocked by Artemis herself.

"She was my girlfriend. Why would I fucking hurt her," Jason demanded, his face flushed with anger.

"Choose your words with care," one of the huntresses snapped.

"Where the fuck is Thalia," Jason demanded.

"What is going on?" Percy asked once he had finally caught up with Jason.

"Someone put something in Piper Mclean's drink," Artemis explained evenly.

"Can't you do like some godly healing thing,...?" Percy asked.

"I tried, but it's one of those Tartarus brand things, it will have to wear off on its own. One of your healers is with her right now."

"And Apollo?" Percy asked patiently.

"Took off with some girl," Artemis replied. "The one time he would have been good for something."

"Come on, let Jason pass," Percy warned. "My house, my rules. Unless you think I would do something like this."

Artemis met his gaze for a moment and then sighed. "No, I wouldn't."

The goddess stepped aside and let them proceed into the bedroom. Piper's dress had been stripped off and was lying in a corner, covered in what looked suspiciously like vomit it it looked like she had been taken into the bathroom where she was getting a shower.

"Gentlemen, end of the road," Thalia announced, leaving the bathroom. "We are cleaning our homegirl up."

"How is she," Jason asked, his voice rising an octave in obvious distress.

"Will says she will be fine," Thalia promised her. "Who the fuck would do this?" Jason demanded, anger suddenly joining his concern.

"No idea," Thalia admitted. "Fucking creep."

"Can I see her?" Jason asked.

"Not today, no," Thalia announced firmly. Her expression softened when she saw tears in her brother's eyes.

"She will be fine, Jason. No one is going to touch her. Once she is out of the shower she will be going straight to bed. Annabeth and Rey will stay with her throughout the night. Silena probably too. You can talk to her in the morning."

"Fuck, I can't just-"

"Jason," Thalia said, her voice a lot softer than usual. "There is nothing you can do right now. Piper will be fine. I know you care for her, but just give us some space."

Percy sighed.

"Come on Jason, help me end the party."
Jason looked up at him in confusion. "What?"

"We need to send the guests out. Gotta end this get-together, can't risk someone else getting drugged on my watch."

For a moment it seemed like Jason seemed to be struggling with himself before he finally squared his shoulder.

"Yeah, let us do that."

Together they head back upstairs where the party was still in full swing. They made their way over to where the DJ booth was Percy got a microphone from one of Will's brothers. Once the music was paused Percy cleared his voice.

"Good evening," Percy announced.

Once everyone had quieted down he cleared his voice. "I hope you have enjoyed your evening so far. Unfortionalty I just learned that someone has been spiking drinks around here. I don't want anyone getting hurt so I am effectively ending the party. I would like to ask everyone who didn't arrange to sleep here beforehand to kindly leave."

Shouts of disappointment and anger started to rise.

"Booo, this is lame," someone else called.

"Listen, there are dozens of parties going on throughout the city so if you want to continue the night you can. I just can't guarantee everyone's safety around here."

For a moment Percy thought there would be more arguing but just then Clarisse came to his aid.

"You heard him punks, clear out," she barked loud enough to make a USMC drill sergeant blush.

"Someone got drugged?" Frank asked the moment he and Hazel appeared at his side. Their hair and clothes were full of snow flaked and judging by their puffy lips Percy was sure they had used the relative solitude of the courtyard for a rather heated make-out session.

"Yeah," Percy confirmed.

With the help of Frank, Jason, Hazel, Nico, Chriss, Clarrise, Silena, Leo, the Stolls, and Katie," they finally managed to herd the large crowd from the property. If Clarisse's threatening demeanor hadn't been enough to convince most, the more insistent partygoers gave in when Nico began summoning skeleton warriors.

"Who got drugged?" Leo asked once the front door had slammed shut.

"Piper," Percy explained. "She's is being taken care of and will be fine," Percy assured them. "Just don't want it happening again tonight and I don't even know most of the people who turned up."

"It's fine," Katie assured her.

"Is there anything we can do?" Lacy piped up.

"Help clean up a bit?" Percy asked. "Silena, can you go downstairs and see if you can help?" he asked, figuring that the two girls were half-sisters after all.

"Of course, sorry about your party," she replied and hurried off.

Annabeth Chase

Annabeth and Reyna grimly steered the rather naked Piper into the shower and turned on the water at the coldest possible settings. It was a rude awakening, but it was in Annabeth's eyes the quickest way to clear Piper's head. The daughter of Aphrodite groaned in protest as the icy downpour hit.

"What are you doing?" Will asked in exasperation.

"Coldwater," she explained.

"I can see that, why?" Will asked again.

"Clear up her head?" Annabeth replied uncertainly

"That girl took benzos or something similar, at the very least a neurotoxin more potent than Alcohol," Will explained patiently. "Your cold water ain't gonna do shit. Her vitals are stable, just clean her up and get her to bed."

Uncertain Reyna turned the water warm again and together they washed Piper off after rubbing her dry with a towel. After SIlena had also joined them they finally dressed her up in one of Silena's nightgowns and half carried, half led Piper over to the bed and tucked her in.

"Are you sure she is going to be fine?" Reyna asked, she usually measured voice marred by concern.

"Yes," Will replied. "She will. And if something happens I am spending the night just down the hall so just call me. I wouldn't want to swap places with her tomorrow ... Just make sure someone keeps an eye on her tonight."

"I'll stay," Silena volunteered. "She's my sister and it is my job to take care of people around here."

"My roomy, I'm staying too."

Reyna shrugged. "Guess I will be here too."

Annabeth sighed deeply, realizing that her planned naked cuddle time with Percy would have to wait, and looked over at Piper, who awkwardly turned back and forth in her uneasy slumber.

"Poor girl, never thought it could happen to one of us," Reyna muttered. "It could have literally happened to any of us. I was talking to her just moments before she fell sick."

"There are pigs everywhere," Will reasoned. "Mortal or not. Just take precautions and don't think about it too much."

"Well," Thalia reasoned after poking her head in. "How is beauty queen?"

"She's sleeping," Silena explained.

"Do you guys need anything? Most of the guests are gone."

"We are fine," Annabeth assured her old friend.

"Well, in that case, the Hunt is returning to its barracks."

That night none of them slept.

Chapter Text

Percy Jackson

The next three days passed in a flash. Redecoration was in full swing as Silena and Juniper swiftly shifted the house from Winter Solstice to a Christmas theme. Percy helped as much as possible, while also assisting Annabeth in redecorating her own flat. Piper had been confined to bed for the first two days, feeling too sick to partake in any activities until she finally appeared for breakfast on the third day. She was still pale and exhausted, but seeing Piper back on her feet was gratifying.

"Thanks for letting me stay so long," Piper grunted, sipping from a cup of tea.

"It was my pleasure," Percy replied. "Annabeth, mind handing me the Orange Juice?"

The daughter of Athena handed it over, and Percy poured himself a glass.

"So, what's the plan? Piper rests, Juniper and I get the finishing touches done on our Christmas decorations, and you and Percy pick up Sally and Paul. Thalia comes by for Christmas dinner," Silena asked, summarizing the plan they had already talked about last night.

"I can help," Piper wheezed in protest.

"You can shut up," Annabeth offered. "Stay on the couch and look pretty or something."

Piper stuck her tongue out and took another sip of her tea, scowling in disgust.

"First Christmas since the war," Annabeth declared boldly. "Let us get it right this time."

"Amen to that," Percy replied.

After breakfast, Percy pulled Silena aside. "What?" she asked, looking surprisingly nervous.

"It's Christmas and everything, are you sure you don't want to spend it with your father?"

Silena rolled her eyes. "I'll see him tomorrow, might as well ask Annabeth the same thing, eh?"

"We will be spending Easter at her father's," Percy explained, feeling rather defensive.

Silena grinned, "You are as much my family as he is, Percy. So it still counts. Besides, it would be wrong to abandon you during these high-stress hours. Do you need anything else?"

Percy hesitated and glanced around. The closest other person was Juniper, who was hanging up mistletoe around the inner courtyard, too far away to overhear.

"Morning after the party I noticed you were somewhat hungover," Percy explained, keeping his voice low. "You weren't drunk when Piper got sick..."

"Percy, I..." Silena began, but Percy cut her off. "-that means you drank after the party, alone. Is alcohol becoming an issue again?" he asked, trying to sound more stern than worried. "I don't want to have to go back to banning you from drinking alcohol."

"It's fine," Silena replied. Internally Percy cringed at how patronizing he had to come across. Though arguably, it was well within Percy's rights, banning Silena from doing anything somehow didn't sit right with him. She wasn't a child after all... Then, Percy told himself, if cutting her off from alcohol again was the most controlling he got, she could count herself very lucky.

When Percy continued looking at her, not bothering to hide his skepticism, Silena sighed, "Khione and I opened a bottle of wine for a toast, you know, because of the winter solstice."

"Did you tell her about Piper?" Percy asked.

"Of course not," Silena replied indignantly, and Percy nodded. He would not let Piper gloat over Khione's misfortune, but the opposite also counted.

"So, you are fine?"

Silena sighed deeply. "Yes, Percy. I've got this," she assured him.

"Sorry," Percy muttered. "Just worried about you. It's been a hard road for all of us; I really don't want you falling through the cracks."

"Bit late for that, Percy," Silena reasoned. "I am already your slave; not much further left to fall."

Percy knew it was supposed to be a joke, but the direct reminder of the power dynamics between him and Silena sent a shudder up his spine.

"You know what I mean," Percy hissed.

"It's fine," Silena insisted. "I'm fine."

"Okay," Percy finally said with a sigh after staring at his roommate for a few long moments.

"Now, let us get going. Lots to do, plus I have a surprise to prepare..." Silena announced. "You know, cooking and stuff."

"Just be careful," Percy explained.

"I've got this," Silena promised. "It won't be a problem."

She gave him that big blue eyes look, which admittedly mixed with her objective beauty formed up to be quite a potent weapon.

"Fine," Percy replied, deciding to drop the matter. As much as he respected Silena's agency, he wasn't going to allow her to develop a serious problem. If she had a problem with that, well too bad. Shouldn't have made him responsible for her well-being.

A bit before lunchtime, they headed down to his mother's home where they were met with obvious excitement by both Paul and Sally. Neither had been to Olympus before, so it was fairly obvious both were excited about visiting for the first time. After helping them pack the gifts into the back of Paul's rather new-looking Audi, they were off. After parking in a garage only a few minutes away from the Empire State Building, they took the elevator back up. By now, at least, it seemed like the security guard manning the buzzer knew who he was and didn't pull the same stunts he used to.
When the doors finally opened up, revealing the eternal city covered under a knee-deep blanket of snow, Sally audibly gasped. Paul, too, stared at the city with wide eyes, as if only very slowly beginning to comprehend what lay before him. Or it might have been the ten-foot-tall Cyclops wielding the largest snow shovel Percy had ever seen. Despite the frosty temperature, the Cyclops wore little more than his loincloth. Either way, it seemed as if even Paul was no longer affected by the mist.

"Holy shit, it is really here," Paul muttered. "It's been here this whole time..."

"Language," Percy joked and earned a breathless grin.

"It's huge," Paul said. "It's been here this whole time? Do you guys see this from the ground?"

"Oh no," Sally assured him, drinking in the view with wide eyes.

Paul finally seemed to notice the janitor and was now staring up at him with wide eyes, who seemed to notice the attention and stared right back.

"Do you want to pass?" the Cyclops inquired in a deep, rumbling voice, stepping out of the shoveled path he had just created.

"Yes, thank you very much, sir," his mother squeaked.

The cyclops only chuckled, and they began to make their way up the surprisingly empty roads. As they walked, the two mortals stared around at everything in wonder.

"You designed all this?" Paul asked, admiring the buildings.

"Some of it. There wasn't too much I could do about the road layout..." Annabeth admitted, clearly enjoying the awe her work inspired. "Still some stuff left to do, but it's mainly interior design now."

"If I ever build a house, you've got a customer," Paul promised.

It turned out that, despite currently being in America, the Olympians did not care too much for Christmas. Unlike in the city below, the only thing that hinted at the occasion was a sparsely decorated Christmas tree standing on the stage in the middle of a fountain, where Terpsichore had been twerking for the winter solstice only days ago.

"Where are the gods?" Sally asked curiously.

Annabeth pointed at one of the brightly lit cafes. "Probably in there. The only ones who could possibly like this weather are Khione, and she certainly isn't getting to enjoy the weather."

"Annabeth," Sally scolded her. "Be more respectful, even if she is...you know..."

"Locked up?" Annabeth offered. "Taking the time to cool off?"

"You think it would be okay if I met them," Sally asked, smoothly ignoring Annabeth's puns.

It was phrased innocently enough, Percy was sure. But he knew this was a sort of welfare check. Not that he could blame her; Percy guessed that half the camp assumed he was screwing his way through the women in his house. If certainty helped Sally sleep better, he was not against it.

"Sure," Percy said.

"What are they like?" Sally finally asked.

"Don't tell Piper I said this, but Khione is quite alright. Haven't had any problems with her. Considering that she is being held against her will, she is very civil. She and Silena have this weird friendship thing taking off. Circe is...a lot less civil. But then, she hated Annabeth and me before we captured her. Putting her in a cage definitely hasn't improved her attitude."

Sally disapproved, probably at his less-than-sensitive phrasing.

It was Silena who opened the door. To Percy's mild surprise, Silena embraced Sally tightly on seeing her... "Ms. Jackson," Sally announced brightly. "So good to see you again. You too, Mr. Bofis."

"Silena," Paul greeted Silena.

"We've got a room ready for the two of you."

Once standing inside the atrium, the two mortals looked around, clearly impressed.

Juniper chose just that moment to appear from her tree, holding a tray with two steaming mugs of chocolate.

Paul gasped as Juniper made her entrance, offering the two newcomers her very best innocent and sweet smile. "Would our two guests like refreshments?" the dryad asked.

"You must be Juniper?" his mother deduced.

The dryad bowed slightly. "Yes, my lady."

"Drop the lady," Sally chided and accepted the two mugs and handed one off to her fiancée.

"And thanks for the hot chocolate."

Just then, Mrs. O'Leary chose to make her entrance and demanded to be greeted as well. Whatever Paul had seen in the past, it took him a few moments of terror to realize that this wasn't an Abrams tank but the dog that had caused a renovation by appearing in their living room.
His mother, however, greeted the Hellhound with enthusiasm, grabbing her by her ears and wrestling around a bit. It struck him how gentle and slow Mrs. O'Leary was around Sally now. Regardless, a banged-up shield was dropped expectantly at Sally's feet, which was tossed without any further delay. It was a good throw, and the shield glided out of the atrium and landed on the frozen pool. Like a ballistic missile launched from a silo, Mrs. O'Leary shot after it.

"Not again," Silena groaned.

It took a moment for Percy to realize what she meant, just long enough for the Hellhound to lunge and land on the ice, immediately breaking through.

"Oops," Sally said as Mrs. O'Leary furiously rolled about in the water as she searched for her elusive bronze toy until she found it and climbed from the water, dripping streams of water.

"Dry her off before she runs through the house," Juniper cried out.

Percy hurried out to the Hellhound. "Sit, girl," he ordered.

Fortunately, she complied long enough for him to use his powers to dehumidify her pelt and scratch her jaw. Then Mrs. O'Leary bounded back to Sally to receive a victory pat before allowing them to proceed further.

"Where is Blackjack?" Sally asked.

"The one who banged up my Prius?" Paul cut in, clearly pleased that he knew something.

"That's the one," Percy confirmed. "Don't know, doing his own thing-"

"Sally!" Piper yelled, appearing from the lounge to greet them.

"Piper, it is so good to see you. You don't look very good!"

"Got sick," Piper explained, clearly not willing to open that can of worms. "But I'm better now."

"This is a nice place," Paul noted to Percy quietly as the women did their thing.

"Thanks, I'm happy with it too."

"Looks like you are living the dream," he added with a grin. "Huge house, a pretty sweet dog, beautiful women."

"Don't remind me," Percy replied.

"Is that a Sauna?" Paul then asked.

"Oh, yeah," Percy confirmed.

"Haven't used it yet myself, but the girls have."

They helped their guests bring the luggage down the stairs before offering the grand tour, leaving out the lowest floor and the BDSM room entirely before returning upstairs to the lounge where the large Christmas tree had been set up.

"Annabeth, you overdid yourself," Sally admitted as they sat down.

Percy and Annabeth occupied the sofa, Sally and Paul claimed the next, and Silena and Piper curled up on the armchairs. The daughter of Athena grinned, clearly enjoying the maternal approval.

"Would anyone like refreshments," Juniper asked quietly, her hands neatly behind her back, probably trying to make a good impression on Sally.

"Get some snacks, coffee, tea, and hot chocolate first? Then some mulled wine?" Silena said without hesitation. Sally visibly cringed at the commanding tone.

"You don't need to boss her around like that," Sally said reproachfully.

"She's fine," Piper said, rolling her eyes.

"Yeah," Silena confirmed. "For a dryad who gifted herself to a god... let us put it this way. She works a lot less than I do around here..."

"You do help around the household... right?" Sally asked Percy sternly.

"I literally have a maid," Percy joked, nodding over Silena. The comment earned him a slap on the shoulder from Annabeth. "He helps out," Silena assured Sally. "Wish he didn't, causes me more work in the long run... just like Annabeth..."

Sally laughed, a hand resting on her swollen stomach, and leaned against her man.

"So... How long do you have ahead of you, Ms. Jackson?" Piper asked brightly.

"Slightly over two months, apparently," Sally explained, her eyes lighting up as her favorite topic was brought up.

Percy noted how Annabeth too sat up a bit straighter, her attention caught. Though having joined Sally on most of her appointments, she already knew that answer...

Just then Juniper returned with the first tray of snacks before hurrying off again.

"She's been kicking a lot," his mother explained. "So not too much sleep."

Paul gave Percy a weary look. It looked like Sally wasn't the only one not getting much sleep.

"Sounds rough," Silena summarized. "Found a new midwife yet?"

After lunch, Silena finally asked again if she could visit the prisoners. Without any good reason not to, Percy and Silena led her downstairs and into the jail.

The two goddesses were lying in their cots, very actively not talking to each other. When they entered, Khione sat up, while Circe pretended to still be sleeping.

"Perseus," she greeted him curtly. "Silena," she then added, a lot more warmth suddenly entering her voice. "Who is this you have brought down here?"

"Khione, this is Sally Jackson, Perseus's mother. Sally, this is Khione, the goddess of snow. That over there is Circe, just don't mind her..." Silena introduced them.

Khione rose from her cot and tossed her long, thick, raven hair over her left shoulder with a flourish. "So, how may I be of service?"

"My mother wishes to make sure you are being treated well," Percy explained.

"I see," Khione remarked and spread her hands. "What can I say? This is certainly preferable to my previous confinement. Your son has been as chivalrous as the situation might allow."

"That's good," Sally said, clearly relieved.

It must be said that most gods in his position would not have hesitated to reap their vengeance upon us," she goddess added.

"Anything else you want to ask?" Percy asked his mother.

"That was about it," Sally confirmed awkwardly.

As they headed back out, Silena mouthed, "I'll be back later."

Once back upstairs, most of the action shifted towards the kitchen, where Silena and Sally took charge of preparing what Percy hoped would be dinner.

It was a lot of work Percy and Paul helped as much as they could. Annabeth tried to help as well, but it quickly turned out that while Annabeth might be a woman of many talents, in the kitchen she was a liability at best, and playing for the opposing team at worst. At least she looked sexy as she waged a losing battle against the tomato paste she was supposed to be stirring.

Despite Annabeth's enthusiastic help, they managed to get the lasagna into the oven without further incidents. Even with the lasagna underway, there was more than enough left to do. Side dishes needed to be prepared, the dining room table needed to be set, and final decorations were assembled.

By the time the carols started and they sat down to the Christmas dinner together, somehow Thalia had come just in time for the meal, while conveniently skipping all of the preparations.

The sun had already set. It was the first time they really sat down as a family in a very long time, and despite the new additions like Silena and Juniper, it ended up being a very enjoyable evening.

Watching Silena suffer as Paul lowkey tried to get her to finish up her senior years at high school was certainly a highlight. Despite seeming like the kind of girl who would be quite popular in school Percy knew her experience as a student had been about as comfortable as his own. If she wished to, Percy would not stop her if she wished to finish her education, but he would not pressure her to go back to school either if she didn't want to either.

Percy only exchanged a silent glance with Annabeth and Thalia who returned his glance blankly. This was Silena's fight, and it kept their attention of them. Of all of them, Annabeth and Piper were the only ones who had actually graduated high school, so it was a dangerous topic. Percy doubted his mother, and by extension, Paul would consider immortality, service to the gods, or godhood itself a valid excuse not to go back to school. The daughter of Aphrodite was going to have to talk one for the team,... which granted was kind of her job.

"Some, time for presents," Thalia declared and smacked her fist on the table.

"Thalia,..." his mother complained reproachfully.

"Hey, am I the only one who considers Christmas worth doing because of presents?" Thalia asked into the group.

Annabeth opened her mouth and then closed it as if thinking the better of it. "Once you reach some level of maturity I think family becomes the more important thing," Silena offered helpfully. "I for my part agree," Piper then announced.

Thalia glared at the daughters of Aphrodite and mouthed "sellout" while Silena and Piper were too busy earning themselves approving smiles like some teacher's pet. Personally, Percy too considered the presents a firm priority and another secret glance shared with Annabeth confirmed that she shared the position.

"So, time for presents it is," Sally finally conceded.

So after clearing up the table they returned up to the lounge where the pile of gifts had been set up before dinner.

Unpacking gifts was as expected the highest highlight of the evening, and godhood had not changed that. Juniper had to look downright surprised and thrilled when Sally Jackson presented her with a selection of mortal clothes. How his mother had guessed the right size was beyond him but he was willing to accept that he didn't know everything.

She looked even more surprised when she got gifts from the rest of them. Her not having anything to give in return was to be expected, seeing as she didn't technically have any money.

Percy too couldn't complain about his haul either. The highlights were a new gaming console from his mother and Annabeth, and a dagger from Thalia that gave its wielder an electric shock when drawn. The thoughtful gesture had touched Percy enough to earn the daughter of Zeus a warm kiss on each cheek. Judging by the half-hearted punch Thalia replied with, she too was genuinely touched.

"I've got a gift too!" Silena assured him evasively. "It hasn't arrived yet."

That was fine, Percy thought to himself. Just like Juniper, Silena was a slave so expecting her to come up with elaborated gifts was ridiculous. That did not mean they wouldn't be receiving them.

All in all, the evening was one of the best he had in a while.

Piper was the first to retire for the night shortly before midnight, followed by Silena, who after exchanging a peculiar look with Annabeth also retired to her room.

"Well," his mother finally said. "I too better call it a night. You know, got to sleep for two. Paul, you coming?"

Percy's former English teacher nodded and they too departed.

"Well, if everyone is going to bed I am turning in too." After exchanging embraces they showed Thalia to the door and watched her head into the snowy night.

"This was nice," Juniper commented. "Your mother is...unique..."

"She is," Percy confirmed.

"Well, good night." A moment later Juniper melted right back into her tree leaving them alone.

"Let's go to bed," Annabeth finally announced. "I've got a little surprise for you."

Very much liking the sound of that he followed Annabeth downstairs to the master bedroom and closed the door behind them.

"So," Annabeth announced, rubbing her hands together.

"The surprise?" Percy asked innocently.

"Well, yes," Annabeth confirmed awkwardly.

"I want to try to spice things up a bit and..."

"Whatever you want," Percy declared brashly and to underline his point began to undress.

Annabeth bit her lip. "Not so fast. Are you sure...you don't even know what I want yet."

"Okay?" Percy asked, pausing for a moment as he pulled his boxers off. "Are you going to tell me?"

Annabeth didn't answer for a moment, instead openly gawking at him, and bit her lower lip slightly as her gaze flickered down at his crotch. "Where was I? Oh yeah, so I've been thinking... ."

"That doesn't sound good," Percy teased slowly stepping closer to Annabeth and feeling rather pleased with himself at how visibly distracted she was getting by his close proximity and obvious intent.

His hands found the hem of the hoodie Annabeth had stolen from him and he began to pull it up, revealing her shredded midriff.

"Percy, wait," Annabeth tried as he pulled the top up over her chest, revealing what looked to Percy like an actual bra. In all honesty, he had only ever known her to wear a sports bra.

A moment later he tossed the hoody aside, feeling rather pleased with himself.

"Just a moment," Annabeth finally halted his progress. "Let me gather my thoughts. So, remember when Silena slept over?" Silena asked.

"Sure," Percy replied, pointedly glancing down at her breasts every few moments.

"Well, anyway. I figured that basically, she is as much your girl as I am and isn't going anywhere. Seeing as she also enjoyed having sex with you I thought she had I could share you tonight," Annabeth rambled as if worried he'd detract her again.

"Wait, what?" Percy asked, faltering for a moment, and froze when the bathroom door opened and Silena stepped in.

It was fairly obvious what she had been up to since heading downstairs. Where she had been in a hoody and sweatpants, she now wore a fancy-looking dark blue bra and panties that had their upper rims embroidered with blue flower patterns while her pale skin shimmered through the semi-transparent lower half, leaving very little to the imagination. She now also wore what Percy assumed was impeccable makeup with cherry lipstick and blue eyeshadow. Her long dark hair too now flowed down her back in a silky dark mane.

Silena casually leaned against the doorframe and crossed her arms. "So, ... Looks like your gift arrived on time after all. If you do not mind, I'd like to partake in tonight's little adventure."

Finally, Percy's jaw dropped as it clicked when Percy realized what the two women had arranged for him. In his endeavors to get Annabeth flustered and stall out her brain, he hadn't really been listening to her, so in hindsight, he should have known what was up the moment Silena was mentioned.

"I think he doesn't mind," Annabeth decided innocently, though a light blush began to warm her cheeks.

"Are you guys sure?" Percy asked, trying to look as casual as possible.

"It's either this or a vibrator," Silena announced brashly. Then, glancing down at his nervous boner she added in a more playful tone: "Besides, isn't it my duty to show my master a good time when his girlfriend invites me?"

"It is," Annabeth confirmed hastily before Percy could argue over terminology and looked up at him expectantly.

It was at that moment that Percy decided it was time to shut up and allowed Annabeth to push him backward until he sat down on the bed's edge. The fewest men would ever have the opportunity to be invited to a threesome by two very beautiful women and he wasn't going to be the one moron sweet-talking his way out of it.

After kissing him the daughter of Athena looked over at Silena and held out her hand.

Silena's cherry lips curled into a sensual smile and with a playful spark in her eyes, she strutted over towards Annabeth like a model heading down a catwalk to take the offered hand. Annabeth too was looking at Silena with very open curiosity. "Like a fucking model. Not gonna lie, if you were my slave I'd have slept with you too," Annabeth joked awkwardly.

Silena laughed and took Annabeth's hand. "And if I were your slave I'd probably have volunteered," Silena repaid the compliment smoothly.

Percy looked up at the two beautiful women standing in front of him. For a moment he was unsure how to proceed. Pull them down to him? Have them pose for him or something? Demand that the two women fight for the privilege of providing him with fellatio?

It was Annabeth who saved him from the hard choice, perhaps emboldened by the evening's wine. First, the daughter of Athena leaned down to kiss him on the lips and then turned to face the daughter of Aphrodite.

She hooked a finger under Silena's chin and tilted her face up towards her and then slowly began to lean in without uttering a word.

Silena inclined her head a bit and a moment later their lips made contact. For a moment the two women held it before Annabeth deepened the kiss. Truth be told, it was probably one of the hottest things he'd ever witnessed.

After a few long moments, their lips held contact until began to deepen the kiss and add tongue. One of Silena's hands came up to Annabeth's ass, the other to the back of her bra which she promptly unfastened with a click and removed the garment in a single fluid motion.

"Silena!" Annabeth complained with a grin and tossed the bra aside.

"Only giving Percy something to look at," Silena joked and winked at him.

"Why didn't you pull your girls out instead?" Annabeth complained though truthfully didn't sound overly upset.

"Why would I unwrap Percy's Christmas gift?" Silena countered innocently, patting the expensive-looking piece of lingerie covering her chest.

With Silena's tits to look forward to over the course of the evening and probably a lot more, Percy patiently grabbed Annabeth by the wrist and pulled her down onto his lap. Or he tried.

Annabeth was a martial artist. A very skilled, and quite experienced martial artist. So his pull ended with him on his back and Annabeth straddling him, looking rather pleased with herself.

"God or not, Seaweed Brain. I can still kick your ass," she announced.

"You are so romantic," Silena replied drily, and as Annabeth leaned down and kissed him straight onto the lips Silena lowered herself down onto the bed and watched as Percy turned around towards Silena, forcing Annabeth with him until the blond lying parallel to the daughter of Aphrodite, separated by mere inches while firmly pinned under him.

"Does your sex always start in a sparring match?" Silena inquired with an air of mild curiosity.

"Usually," Annabeth admitted, her cheeks flushed slightly.

"Usually ends with your ass up and your face buried in a pillow woman," Percy corrected her.

"Not true;" Annabeth insisted and glanced over at Silena. "I just prefer not having to look at your stupid cocky grin during sex, so doggy style is really the go-to option. Mind helping me out here, Silena?"

"Oh, I'm fine for now. Don't mind waiting my turn," the daughter of Aphrodite replied innocently and patted Annabeth's shoulder.

"You won't have to wait long," Percy promised and leaned over to Silena and gently kissed her on the lips before turning his attention back to Annabeth who lay trapped beneath his bulk.

"It only seems fair that she gets the first round, something tells me this is going to be a long night."

"So, Seaweed brain! Got me again?" Annabeth admitted sheepishly, not sounding sorry at all.

Instead of answering Percy relieved Annabeth of her sweatpants and panties, leaving her lean, slender form as naked as his own. Skipping the usual ceremony Percy went straight downstairs, spreading Annabeth's legs in the process, and began the night's appetizer.

Being very familiar with Annabeth's body it was relatively easy to get her moaning in the way he knew she was slightly embarrassed about, hoping that Silena was sufficiently entertained. A woman as beautiful as Annabeth being driven closer to her climax had to offer some entertainment value.

Just before the climax, Percy suspended his efforts, leaving Annabeth hanging there.

"Looks like he's still as good as he used to be with his tongue?" Silena asked innocently when Annabeth groaned in complaint.

"I am," Percy confirmed, knowing she was remembering the not-inconsiderable amount of time he had spent between her thighs.

Finally, Percy moved up next to Annabeth, his hand swiftly sliding down from her firm breasts, over her stomach, to finally end over her groin where he teased her clit between his index and middle fingers for a moment before pushing two fingers into the blond and beginning to administer the pleasure.

Annabeth bit her lip and then closed her eyes before her mouth opened wide and her head craned back and her fingers clawed into the mattress cover. "Uff, Percy," Annabeth gasped as he began to work her G spot.

Percy met Silena's gaze who only winked at him as her own hand slid into her panties. Percy shook his head, denying her the self-administered pleasure.

"Oh, don't stop," Annabeth whimpered, seemingly oblivious to the exchange between master and slave.

Annabeth was dripping wet by now and Percy's hand was glistening up to the wrist. "You like that, Wise Girl?" Percy asked innocently, again driving her closer to the sweet spot just before that release.

"I did not know arousal looked so aesthetic," Silena muttered as she watched Annabeth's back arc in protest as Percy ebbed off on his ministrations just as she reached the verge of release.

"You looked just as good," Percy promised her as Annabeth cursed softly in protest. By now at least, Annabeth knew better than to argue with him when he was playing with her arousal.

"Can I try?" Silena suddenly asked after a long moment as Percy let Annabeth's breathing calm down before he pressed on again.

"Hm?" Percy asked, looking from the very pleasing view at his knees.

A mischievous grin appeared on Silena's face. "Only ever done it to myself and I am kind of curious."

"Wait, what?" Annabeth asked, snapping out of her aroused haze, her eyes widening once she had processed what had just been said, her hands slipping up to her hair. It was a nervous self-conscious gesture she seemed to have adopted since her surprise haircut a few months earlier.

Percy used the moment to catch both her wrists and guide them above her head and then pin them down, displaying her upper torso in quite a spectacular manner.

"Relax," Percy told her. "You invited Silena, just close your eyes and let it happen," Percy told her softly.

Annabeth looked back and forth between them, her hands still pinned above her head, and then added, though she still looked nervous.

Silena slowly crawled over Annabeth and Percy rose to his knees, pulling his hand free from between Annabeth's legs. Finally, Silena knew right next to him, so close they were touching, and her much more delicate hands brushed Annabeth's tender thighs. Annabeth's breath caught when Silena made contact. "Well, what are you waiting for?" Annabeth demanded, clearly trying hard to sound more confident than she was.

"Oh please, don't give me that deer caught in a headlight. Remember when we stole that wine from Dionysos and got drunk. You know, back when we were fourteen and you grabbed my boobs and complained about yours being so small?"

A blush reached Annabeth's cheeks. "I have got to hear about this," Percy announced.

"You never will, sailor," Silena replied sweetly. "Well, this is me getting back at you."

While blushing furiously at being reminded of her past transgressions a small giggle escaped Annabeth's lips and she nodded.

A moment later Silena began to tease Annabeth's clit much in the way Percy imagined she might do to herself when she was alone. The daughter of Aphrodite watched with unhid amusement as Annabeth twitched and squirmed slightly as she tried to bite back her moans. Before long Silena had two fingers inside Annabeth was cerfully finger fucking the young woman.

A grin spread across Silena's face. "Holy Aphrodite, this is almost as much fun as giving you blowjobs Percy," Silena announced. "Though nothing beats seeing your gorgeous master squirm while you have his dick between your teeth."

"Silena," Annabeth complained, hiding her scandalized laughter with a hand.

"What?" Silena asked innocently and abruptly changed her finger's angle, drawing a sudden tortured whimper from Annabeth's lips as she most likely found the G-spot.

Silena soon shifted to all fours and as he watched her work, he helped out a bit by teasing Annabeth's nipples until they became swollen and sensitive. Suddenly he became aware of how close Silena's exquisite body was to his, her hip brushing against his arm every few seconds or so, and simply couldn't resist. Over the past few months, Silena really been hitting their home gym quite a lot and despite still having her pail complexion she really gained some tan.

Percy gently placed a hand on the small of Silena's back. For a moment the young woman froze, but then she looked back at him, a look that invited him to take whatever liberties he pleased, before turning her attention back to the daughter of Athena. Despite her curves, it struck Percy how short and much smaller Silena was than Annabeth. Still, he slid his index down the crack of her ass, the fabric ticketing him slightly until the fabric turned wet under his skin and the woman shivered slightly without stopping with what she was doing to Annabeth.

For a moment he hesitated but then he pushed a finger passed Silena's panties and worked it into her warm, right, womanhood. Despite groaning softly she continued to finger blast Annabeth with great enthusiasm.

Finally, when Annabeth was again just shy of her climax Percy tapped Silena who immediately pulled away much to Annabeth's poorly contained frustration.

"What?" Annabeth wined when Silena's pulled three dripping fingers from Annabeth, repriving her of the climax once again.

"I can't let you have all the fun," Percy replied but instead of proceeding straight to Annabeth he wrapped an arm around Silena's petite form, earning a yelp from the young woman, and pulled her in for a long kiss.

As Silena began to kiss him back his hand slid up from her waist to cup one of her breasts with a gentle squeeze. Though he would never admit it out loud, he had missed enjoying Silena's assets. So he simply let his hand slip to Silena's back where he opened the very expensive bra with two fingers.

Silena giggled slightly and tossed the piece of lingerie aside. Percy gave her now bare breasts a gentle feel but knew getting properly reacquainted with Silena's body would have to wait a little longer, not if he wanted to the too start from the beginning.

Realizing that Annabeth was watching them closely Percy grinned at her and proceeded to peck a quick kiss on her lips as well.

Annabeth sighed. "Seeing you make out with other girls is going to take some getting used to," she admitted as Percy turned his attention back to his slave and beckoned her to lie down next to Annabeth, which was something she promptly did, allowing him to finally free her from her panties and spread her legs in a welcoming manner.

"So is this the part where you chose who you want to do first?" Silena asked and Percy got the impression she was trying not to sound too eager.

Percy chuckled and patted Silena's knee before grinning at Annabeth.

"Doggy or missionary?" Percy asked.

Annabeth looked thoughtful for a moment and then wordlessly turned around and rose to all fours and Percy lost little time before getting behind her.

For a moment he admired Silena, who was watching them with open curiosity, and winked when she noticed his gaze. Then he placed a hand on Annabeth's hip, drew her closer, and lined his length up.

Then, taking his time, he smoothly pushed into his woman.

Annabeth sighed deeply and hung her head as Percy smoothly slid into her. Slowly, Percy began to take her with smooth, steady thrusts. By now he knew from experience that at this point Annabeth taking initiative at this point was more than unlikely. Once he had her in the mood and on all fours, she was usually just along for the ride, perfectly content with him choosing the pace.

As it turned out, being in bed with two women came with a few complications. Now he had to choose between enjoying the rear view of Annabeth's tanned, rather muscular back, or the naked daughter of Aphrodite lying next to her.

Finally, Silena decided to have some fun of her own and smoothly sat down in front of Annabeth, her legs spread wide enough that it could almost be considered a split. Certainly further than Percy could.

As Percy sped up his own pace, knocking Annabeth's entire body around with every thrust and drawing forth moans from between her gritted teeth, Silena grabbed a fistful of Annabeth's air and then twisted the much stronger and taller woman's head up to look at her. "I like that look on your face, Ms. Chase," Silena purred in an almost predatory fashion. "I think we always knew you'd end up on all fours."

Then, when Annabeth tried to reply, Silena pushed two fingers into Annabeth's mouth.

"Suck on it," she ordered sternly.

Though she was willing to do it for him, Percy knew that giving head had never been among Annabeth's favorite things to do, though she had no problem whatsoever with Percy going down on her. However, perhaps Annabeth was as caught off guard by Silena as he had occasionally been because she did as she was told.

To add to the mix, Percy roughly slapped Annabeth's rear and then picked up pace. Annabeth's muffled moans filled the room and Percy would have given just about anything to see Annabeth's face at that moment.

That would have already been enough for Percy, and he would have happily rode it out to the end and then later tease Annabeth over it. However, Silena wasn't satisfied yet. "See you, little minx, we both knew you could use that tongue for more than mouthing off," she mused, pulling forth her glistening wet fingers, and then without warning began to drag Annabeth's head down to between her legs.

Honestly, Percy expected Annabeth to draw her line. But, without any real resistance or complaint, she let Silena drag her face down right between her legs. After a moment of hesitation, grabbed hold of Silena's thighs and then let herself be pulled in until her lips made contact with Silena's flesh.

"Use that tongue," Silena ordered, trapping Annabeth's face in place with her thighs.

With her ass presented as if on a serving plate, and her head fixated, Percy slowed down. It was doubtful Silena would be getting much of a coordinated effort from Annabeth if he took her harder.

"Pillow?" Percy asked Silena. Slowly but steady Annabeth just as her lips parted and formed an O. Understanding she tossed Percy's pillow over and he pulled out just long enough to shove the pillow under the blond's pelvis right before yanking her legs out from under her.

"Percy!" his warrior princess complained indignantly, somehow surfacing from between Silena's thighs.

"Sweety, you get to have an option when you are done here," Silena hastily hushed Annabeth and pushed her face back down. "Now, get back to work. It was just starting to get good."

Annabeth sighed and went back to playing with Silena's clit, leaving Percy to do his thing in peace.

As Silena began to moan Percy grabbed Annabeth's propped-up ass with both hands and spread her cheeks before continuing where he had just left off.

As Annabeth's muffled moans joined Silena's he admired the view, apart from her ass and back there wasn't much to see from Annabeth but fortunately Silena made up for it. The beautiful women's eyes were closed, her head tilted up slightly. His gaze dropping to her breasts, Percy kept on thrusting into Annabeth from behind. She was magnificently tight as ever.

Suddenly, as if she had sensed his gaze on her Silena looked right back at him and cocked an eyebrow. "Soon," Percy mouthed.

Finally, Percy slapped Annabeth's rear and pulled his dripping wet cock out. Perhaps realizing that it was her turn Silena released Annabeth and let her sit up. "You two,..." Annabeth spluttered, her face bright flushed bright red while her lips glistened with Silena's juices.

"That bad?" Silena asked innocently while Percy pulled Annabeth into his arms.

Despite her attempts to seem indignant, she let Percy pull her closer and kiss her neck. "Actually was kind of fun, I can kinda see why Percy spends so much time down under," Annabeth admitted sheepishly and Percy held a hand out to Silena, who took it and let him pull her closer as well.

Holding both naked women pressed to his chest, Percy kissed Annabeth which was somewhat strange because he could taste Silena as well but the matter was soon rendered mute because the moment he broke away from Annabeth's lips Silena's came in as the replacement. For a few moments, Percy was perfectly content with the situation. He had always enjoyed having a pretty and naked woman nestled against him, only this time two sets of tits were rubbing against his torso. He would have been happy to enjoy it a bit longer but Silena had other plans and pressed forward.

Deciding that he was going to be cool with whatever Silena had planned he allowed her to push him down on his back, pulling Annabeth down with him as he went.

"Silena?" Percy laughed and dragged his servant down to them as well until both women were half lying on top of him. Despite his best efforts he could not resist the temptation and slid his hands down from their waists until they cupped their asses.

"Where are your manners, sailor," Silena demanded with a grin. "Just grabbing ladies like that."

"I do what I want," Percy declared. "Plus seeing as you kinda swore yourself to me I get to grab your ass whenever I damn please."

"Seaweed Brain," Annabeth chided and pecked him on the lips. "I did not know you had such a possessive streak. "You think I'm possessive of Silena? Imagine how I am about you?" Percy joked."Well," Silena said very softly. "Technically you aren't wrong."Then she leaned forward and pressed her lips against the side of her neck. "If you leave a hickey, I'll leave one on you," Percy warned just before Annabeth's lips were back on his own.

Finally, though Silena broke away and glanced over at Annabeth, "Mind scooting over?" she asked innocently.

Apparently getting her intentions Annabeth did as asked and slid off Percy. Silena to got onto all fours, her hair hanging down her head like a curtain of black silk and her breasts swinging slightly like some glorious bells. Then her delicate fingers closed around his length and she began to lean down.

Percy watched with quite some satisfaction as Silena leaned down and began to the sensation of Silena treating his cock like a Popsicle, licking it clean of what remained of Annabeth's juices before reminding him of what her sensual lips were capable of. As Silena pressed her lips against his tip Percy sat up and made himself more comfortable.

For a moment Silena looked up at him, and offered him a small grin. Then she crawled between his slightly spread legs and leaned down and took his length into her mouth and began to bob up and down his manhood with every appearance of enjoying herself just as much as she had before he had gotten back with Annabeth.

He enjoyed getting blowjobs from Annabeth, he really did even, if it was fairly obvious that while she was willing to do it for him, she neither particularly cared for them, nor was she very good at them, usually leaving him to take charge of her when she did. The first ten seconds of Silena working reminded him of what a good blowjob was all about. The way she smoothly tossed her hair over one shoulder, that firm airtight seal those sensual lips of her formed as she sucked, the warm wetness that her mouth offered.

Percy groaned softly as he felt her tongue gently massage his sensitive skin, and despite her being the one with the cock in her mouth Percy began to feel oddly vulnerable. As Silena's lips released his length and she returned to running his tongue up and down his length her blue eyes captured his before going even lower. "This would be easier if you were standing or sitting on the side of the bed," Silena muttered before licking his balls and even sucking on them, simultaneously pumping his length a few times with her hand.

Suddenly he felt Annabeth slide in behind him where she embraced him from behind, pressing her chest against his back in the process.

"Were you a pornstar in your last life or something?" Annabeth asked, sounding more impressed than anything else. "I am sure she would be happy to teach you," Percy pressed forward. "Wouldn't mind having you spend more time on your knees."

Annabeth sniggered and held her lips to his ear. "In your dreams Seaweed Brain, it's supply and demand. Gotta keep the value of my mouth up somehow. Besides, I think you are covered when it comes to blowjobs."

Had Silena not been doing quite fascinating things with her mouth at that time he might have caught that part, but so he was doomed to ignorance to the extent of Annabeth's play a little longer.

"But speaking of oral stuff," Annabeth almost whispered and began to gently pull him backward until he was back on his back and she could comfortably lean down and kiss him on the lips.

Things began to escalate very quickly from there. Before he knew it Silena was straddling him, her bare tits offering a most pleasing view. Almost out of an old habit Percy reached up with his left hand and squeezed one of her breasts, marveling at how something could be so soft and pleasant to touch.

"Mind if I..?" Silena asked, suddenly pausing.

"Oh yeah," Percy replied hastily, instantly understanding.

"Didn't invite you to just join in for some oral work," Annabeth confirmed.

After grinning sheepishly Silena turned her attention to him and positioned his length under her before sinking down it with a groan. The first impression he had was one of a familiar warm tightness, welcoming his hard dick in its embrace. Tighter than Annabeth.

"It's just been a while," Silena explained quickly when Percy looked at her with mild concern before starting to ride him for real.

"Fuck!" Percy grunted and folded his arms behind his head. After a few moments, Silena found a relaxed rhythm. Soon the air was rich with her soft moans.

Annabeth as usual was not content with sitting on the sidelines. After watching Silena's breasts bouncing around almost as enthusiastic as he was she looked down at him with an expression that did not bode well for him. A moment later she swung one of her long legs over him and a moment later she was straddling his chest.

"Silena gave me an idea earlier," she explained. "No clue why I haven't done this before... ."

"What!" Percy gasped, trying his best to ignore whatever Silena was doing.
"Come on, Annabeth!" Silena complained indignantly. "I like seeing looking at him."

"Woman, what is your mission?" Percy demanded.

A blush crept into her cheeks. "Sit on your face?" Annabeth half asked, suddenly seeming nervous.

Percy paused for a moment and grabbed hold of her thighs. "Proceed Wise Girl!

Her cheeks burning, Annabeth let Percy pull her up further until he could comfortably eat her out.

"Oh fuck!" Annabeth grunted as Percy felt Annabeth settle on him with more weight, her muscled thighs grabbing hold of his head like a vice.

Holding her legs tightly Percy began to eat her out and soon Annabeth's gasps joined Silena's moans. All in all, Percy had rarely had so much fun, despite Annabeth being wet enough to waterboard him. Even when Annabeth turned around to make out with Silena.

Despite trying to think very hard to think of spelling tests while also making sure to keep Annabeth entertained Silena finally rode him to a climax.

Percy groaned loudly into Annabeth as he fired his payload into the daughter of Aphrodite.

With a loud sigh, Silena stopped riding and Annabeth climbed off him. "That was crazy," Percy panted, looking back and forth between the two women.

"I hope that wasn't everything?" Silena challenged playfully and earned a giggle from Annabeth.

"Hell no," Percy promised, there was no way in hell he was going to have two very beautiful and very naked women in his bed and not take full advantage of it for as long as he could.

"Good, that would have been a disappointment," Silena agreed and climbed off him and dropped down on her back, a tricky of his cum running down the inside of her thigh.

"Never had a woman sit on my face before," Percy admitted and patted Annabeth after sitting up as well.

For some reason, this seemed to please Annabeth immensely.

"Now, unless you two intend to go straight back at it I would like to take a quick shower and remove my makeup?" she asked.

"Not right now," Annabeth half asked, glancing at Percy for confirmation who only nodded.

As Silena rose from the bed she added, "I'll fill the bathtub, we can all relax back a bit once you are finished."

Silena nodded, "Yeah, I think it is time for a little talk." When she saw Percy's expression of mild concern she added, "Nothing bad, sailor. This might just be right up your alley."

Not convinced Percy watched the two naked women heading toward the bathroom. With a resigned sigh, Percy rose, and his gaze switched back and forth between the two woman's asses. As Annabeth turned on their large bathtub's water-tap Silena hastily wiped the makeup off.

"Come here Seaweed Brain, water is on. Isn't this like your thing or something?"

As he headed over to Annabeth he could not resist giving Silena's rear a gentle slap, earning himself a middle finger, before he finally joined Annabeth.

Once finished Silena hurried off into the shower and by the time Percy had sat down next to Annabeth in the slowly rising warm water.

By the time Silena was in the shower, her petite form was half obscured by the falling water and rising mist, unfortunately denying him the opportunity of what could have been quite an enjoyable show. After a quick rinse, Silena turned off the water and promptly sat down in the tub in one of the alcoves opposite from them and stretched out her arms on the outer wall. Once deep enough Annabeth switched on the massage nozzles and moments later the calm turned into something akin to Charybdis's whirlpool.

"So," Annabeth began and leaned her head against Percy's arm. "I've been doing some thinking."

"Here we go again," Percy murmured under his breath and earned an elbow between the ribs.

"Hey," Percy complained, rubbing his side and Annabeth stuck her tongue out before her expression turned serious again.

"As you have undoubtedly noticed, I invited Silena to join us," Annabeth began, speaking slowly and methodically.

"I trust I was hard to miss," Silena threw in pointedly.

"Anyway," Annabeth cut across her and turned her attention back to Percy. "This is not just some Christmas gift, consider it more a doctrinal shift."

"What the hell are you talking about?" Percy asked, fearing he might not like where this was going.

"Well, what we might consider normal relationship parameters can hardly be applied here," Annabeth reasoned.

"Come on!" Percy complained.

"And being a god and suddenly having a harem undeniably complicates matters," Annabeth continued.

"I do not have a harem," Percy insisted.

"Well," Silena began helpfully. "Do you not have a collection of women in your household that are bound to your service?"

"Well yes," Percy began but Silena was not finished. "And could you not do with us whatever you desire?" Silena then followed up pointedly.

"I guess so?" Percy asked, feeling rather insulted.

"Then sailor, I am afraid you find yourself in the unfortunate predicament of having a harem," Silena informed him apologetically.

"Thanks, Silena, for illustrating my point," Annabeth said and quickly kissed his cheek. "Though if we are arguing over terminology, harem would imply an Ottman setting. You are simply the proud owner of slaves, so maybe Concubines? Anyway, I fear the error was mine, I guess my hubris got the better of me," Annabeth continued apologetically, one of her fingers stroking down his jawline in a sensual manner.

"What are you talking about Wise Girl," Percy complained. "And I don't give a fuck what you call it."

Annabeth shrugged. "I was operating under the assumption that the harem and our relationship were two separate matters," Annabeth continued. "However I was in error. I love you with all my heart Percy Jackson and wish to spend my life at your side. That, by definition, makes me a part of your harem. Regardless of whether I am here voluntarily or not."

In a single smooth movement, Annabeth climbed on top of his lap and straddled him, her arms loosely resting on her shoulder. The three-way, Annabeth's speech... it dawned on Percy what would come next.

"Baby, you are my girlfriend," Percy said softly.

"And I wish to stay that, Seaweed Brain," Annabeth confirmed. "However the other women in your life will be part of any family I wish to start with you. They aren't going anywhere. Silena here is arguably as much your girl as I am."

"Annabeth-..." Percy said, his mouth suddenly very dry.

"It is okay, Percy," Annabeth said. "This mess started because I freaked out. This harem thing happened because I freaked out. Now I find myself a part of it and I do not see myself going anywhere."

"What are you trying to say?" Percy asked.

Annabeth took a deep breath, her cheeks suddenly turning flushed. "Well Percy, it would be very selfish if I kept you all to myself. As long as it stays within this family of yours, you have my permission to,..you know...fool around with your other women."

Percy's jaw dropped as Annabeth confirmed his suspicion. "Annabeth, I am never going to cheat..."

Annabeth rolled her eyes and Percy fell silent. "Seaweed Brain, this is me accepting and trying to embrace this new situation. Besides, Silena is too hot to end up in a life of celibacy just because a girlfriend is hogging her master."

The last part was said in a much lighter tone. "Hey," Silena said and splashed some water at them.

"You know this is going to get messy?" Percy warned. He wanted to argue, wanted to insist that Annabeth was all he would ever want and need. It was true, but even to himself, the words clung hollow after indulging in the first round of their three-way. Arguably, the extension Annabeth just made was not that much of a jump.

"Seaweed Brain, I assumed things were going to get messy from the moment I kissed a son of Poseidon for the first time," she explained matter-of-factly. He knew she would not be argued with.

"So, how does this work?" Percy asked.

Annabeth shrugged. "How should I know, we'll make it up as we go I guess."

Then Annabeth kissed him straight on the lips. The water had risen to his waste by now.

"Silena," Annabeth called over her back. "Mind coming over here and helping me put Percy's concerns to rest."

The daughter of Aphrodite laughed and did as she was asked, slipping in right of Percy and leaning her head against his shoulder.

"For what it's worth Annabeth, you can hook up with whomever you want in the harem as well."

Annabeth only winked in reply.

For a few minutes they relaxed in the water until Percy could no longer resist sliding his hand up from Annabeth's waste and gently feeling her up, something Annabeth graciously allowed. "Probably the best Christmas gift ever," Percy admitted and earned some giggles from both women.

"So," Silena joked. "Juniper will be annoyed that she wasn't invited.

"She's one of my best friends' ex-girlfriends," Percy reasoned. "Juniper is adorable, but even the idea of doing something with her feels wrong."

"So is Silena," Annabeth reasoned. "And that didn't stop you."

"Hey, the situations are very much different," Percy defended himself and pecked Silena on the lips, remembering how the dryad had tried so very hard to be available.

"Well, for all I care she's fair game," Annabeth said a little too briskly.

Percy kissed the side of her head. "Wise Girl, you know that you can stop this experiment of ours anytime."

Annabeth scowled, "I weighed my options carefully Seaweed Brain."

"I know, just saying..." Percy replied hastily.

"So, ..." Silena began. "About Khione..."

"Tomorrow?" Percy offered quickly.

"Really?" Silena asked clearly surprised. Annabeth too looked mildly taken aback.

"The moment mom and Piper are out of the house...for obvious reasons."

Having his pregnant mother present would be grossly negligent and Piper...well it wasn't Khione he was worried about there. She knew that if she started a fight she wouldn't see the sky again for a very long time.

"I still don't get why you get along with her," Annabeth said and sighed.

"She really isn't that bad if you give her a chance. She hates Circe almost as much as you do. Besides, you aren't much nicer to your enemies than she was."

Annabeth shrugged. "If you say so. I guess we might get more use out of her if we build some sort of rapport with her. Just be careful with her Seaweed Brain. I don't think she'll make a fuss but she might try to manipulate you...especially with things opening up a bit..." It was a conversation they had had before. They assumed that Khione considered the game to be up for her, there were no grand political games left in her play. They had surmised that Khione would much rather be his wife or concubine than some domestic servant like Juniper. The thing was, from her point of view, her sexual allure was really the only currency she had left to offer once her pride was no longer enough to appease her boredom. But Percy had some hope that Khione could be convinced that if she behaved, she would be well treated. Robbed of her powers and station, Khione was reduced to the means of a mortal woman in the hands of her enemies, though robbed of death as an escape from her fate. The thought of her prostituting herself to him out of sheer desperation was disturbing at the very least. So if she made a move, he hoped it was at least only out of ambition or boredom.

Silena had at least agreed to her fate and had good reason to assume he would treat her well. He doubted Khione's faith in him went quite so far.

"Just make sure she doesn't do anything stupid," Percy told Silena. "If this works well, we might be able to move her to one of the guest rooms. Maybe she can help you and Juniper or something."

Silena snorted. "Percy, I think she would rather end up in your bed than scrubbing your floors."

Percy shrugged, "Hey, I did not ask for her to become my problem."

"And yet, you have her and Circe under lock and key," Annabeth mused and sighed deeply, lifting a foot from the water and wiggling her toes. "So let us stay practical and make sure Khione doesn't try to get herself knocked up or something."

"Oh yeah," Percy remembered somewhat grimly. "Forgot she might try that."

"On the bright side," Silena offered. "For all you know, I might do the same. My dark and insidious plans began when I was first gifted to you. To gain your affection by siring you a son.." she continued dramatically. "My fell plans were only delayed by your valiant warrior princesses' return but now that I have schemed my way back into your bed there is nothing left to stop me from getting preggers and dethroning that pesky blond."

Percy rolled his eyes and Annabeth offered Silena a complimentary middle finger.

"Well then, how about we help your evil plan along by starting round two?" Percy asked, not wishing to further spoil the evening by pondering pesky consequences when there were two beautiful women to entertain.

"How very considerate of you," Silena replied and Percy pulled Annabeth onto his lap.

"So you are a harem girl?" Percy teased Annabeth who, being the mature heroine she was, stuck her tongue out.

"It would seem I am," Annabeth admitted grudgingly. "But don't expect anything to change in practice," she then added. "I am still a free agent."

Percy grinned and kissed her on the lips, playfully pinching one of her nipples. "Of course, you are."

The bath lasted for only a few more minutes and Percy got the distinct impression that both women were just as eager as he was to get the evening back on track. Once dried off, Percy led the way back into the bathroom, glancing back over his shoulder at his two very naked angels.

"The first one of you who's on the bed gets eaten out first," Percy declared.

Silena and Annabeth glanced at each other, then sprinted past Percy towards the bed. Annabeth quickly pulled ahead and leaped for the mattress, twisted around, and landed on her back, bouncing a few times before coming to rest. A second later Silena reached the bed and glowered at the daughter of Athena.

"Unfair..." Silena muttered as Percy approached her from behind, bent her over the bed's edge, and patted her still-wet womanhood.

"Don't worry, you'll get your turn," Percy promised her. He chuckled as Silena scrambled onto the bed right next to where Annabeth was awaiting the reward for her little athletic achievement and finally turned around. Both women looked at Percy expectantly, Annabeth absentmindedly squeezing one of her breasts."Fuck," Percy grunted, as he admired the kind of view only the very fewest men got to witness in person. He sighed as the image of the two naked women waiting for him in his bed burned itself into his memories. "Already?" Annabeth joked. "I thought I was supposed to be a snack or something."Silena's inviting smile spread to a wide grin.

"Leaving us hanging here, Master?" she asked, putting special emphasis on the last word.

"We talked about that word," Percy warned as he knelt down on the bed's edge.

"Are you going to punish me?" Silena asked innocently, that coy grin spreading across her face.

"Don't try to cut in line, and yes," Percy promised and crawled closer before pulling Annabeth into place and spreading her legs wide. For a moment Percy remembered how uncharacteristically shy, even timid, Annabeth had been before he had eaten her out for the first time on that fateful night in a hotel in New Rome. It had struck him because mere minutes earlier she had boldly shown him her breasts for the first time under the pretense of changing into a pajama. It went without saying that her virginity had not survived that night.

Now Annabeth lacked that sort of shyness around him and there was only anticipation gleaming in her eyes as he leaned down and began to indulge in his meal. Keeping Annabeth in position with her legs pinned in a split, Percy prosecuted her clit with extreme prejudice which actually meant waiting until he had her moaning as if she had stomach cramps and then resisted the temptation to change anything until he had pushed Annabeth safely across the finish line. Feeling kind of bad about keeping Silena on the sidelines he grabbed her by the ankle and pulled her closer, placing her right next to Annabeth.

"Easy there," Silena joked lightly.

"Yeah," Annabeth agreed.

"Sorry, just want to look at both of my pussies while I plow you," Percy joked.

"Charming," Annabeth commented but didn't look too upset when he knelt down right between her legs and dragged her closer by her thighs, her powerful legs resting across his. With context and the pleasant view already graciously provided he was already hard and immediately pushed into the blond.

"Oh fuck," Annabeth then groaned and Percy began to thrust into her, making her breasts do that bouncy thingy he so enjoyed watching. His hand, casually resting on Annabeth's abs, slid up her body, passed her breast, and gently came to a stop holding her throat. He wasn't holding it very hard, not nearly enough to make it unpleasant for Annabeth but he knew how much she liked it when he took control of her.

Annabeth's gray eyes snapped open and locked on him with the intensity of a fire control radar and held his gaze. Suddenly Silena was kneeling right next to him, or at the very least he hadn't noticed her moving, so preoccupied was he with Annabeth chase.

The daughter of Aphrodite grabbed his chin with no less gentle force than he held Annabeth's throat and turned his attention to her.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and moments later she pressed her lips against his.

Without breaking, pace Percy's hand quickly found the apoapsis and he slid a finger into his willing servant, finding her G-spot with my now practiced precision.

Silena gasped without breaking lip contact and finally, Percy gave himself into that haze of skin, soft flesh, and sweat. Just before his climax Percy let off Annabeth and pulled out.

"All fours, side by side," Percy ordered, trying hard not to sound as out of breath as he really was.

"Yes, sir," Silena mocked and Annabeth chuckled. "You love me on all fours," Annabeth mused innocently. "It isn't my fault if you keep asking for it! Says more about you than it does about me."

"I like having you in so many ways," Percy admitted. "Not that that gorgeous face of yours isn't something special."

"For the sake of transparency," Annabeth offered. "I do like doggy style, I have no idea why."

"Maybe because while you are a neurotic control freak with blood like arctic ice somewhere deep inside you are a scared little girl who really needs a caregiver. Mix that with a solid set of daddy issues… . Same reason why you liked Luke when you were twelve, and obviously why you like your knight in shining armor taking on the role of a firm male authority when you feel vulnerable or are intimate," Silena elaborated casually as she dutifully turned around and got to all fours. "Honestly, I'm surprised you aren't into being spanked."

Both he and Annabeth froze, staring at Silena who put her ass up in a welcoming manner while hugging one of the pillows, apparently unaware of the bombshell she had just dropped.

Annabeth looked over at Percy who shrugged. "Lots of words I did not understand," Percy lied. "So, all fours?"

Annabeth rolled her eyes. "No reason to go all Sherlock on me, Ms. Beauregard. Maybe I just like doggy style." To Percy's relief, the night wasn't over after all because she two turned around and offered him her rear end.

"We agree that what happens in this room tonight, stays in this room?" Percy offered helpfully.

"I believe we are well past that, sailor," Silena replied and pumped her hip against Annabeth's.

"Enough talking," Annabeth finally declared. "I was assuming there was going to be sex and stuff with you asking us to form up and everything. Kinda got used to having more than one orgasm a night..."

Percy silenced her insolence with a generous slap on her left cheek before moving behind Silena and almost unceremoniously positioned himself in her entrance and pushed into her. Then, holding her by her hips, Percy began to properly take her. The air filled with that unmistakable sound of skin striking skin, and Percy switched his gaze from one of his partners to the other and back. The curse of having two very beautiful women, it was hard to choose who to look at.

Not wishing to leave Annabeth entirely deprived of entertainment Percy reached over and much as he had with Silena earlier, placed a hand on her rear.

Unlike Annabeth, Silena was much freer with her moans, letting the sweet sounds of her pleasure echo through the room as he pounded her frankly rather small body. Before long he pulled out again and switched over to Annabeth, giving her much of the same treatment he usually gave her. A few times Percy switched back and forth between the two women until he finally felt like the night had gone on long enough and he finally came inside Annabeth and pulled out before letting himself collapse down on top of the two women, crushing them flat under his weight.

"Fuck," Percy groaned.

Silena laughed softly. "Indeed, good sir."

Annabeth leaned over and kissed the daughter of Aphrodite on the lips. "This,...this was fun, though I think we need some more practice."

"Yeah," Silena admitted. "Percy, mind rolling off us?"

Percy promptly did and the three of them sat up facing each other. "Though," she admitted, "I think I a one-guy kind of girl. Still, wouldn't mind doing this again. Maybe we just need some practice. Or I am just straight as a stick. In any case, as far as I am concerned we are back at our former arrangement. If you want some fun, just let me know,...I am your servant and I am happy to stand by my oaths."

"Really liked it," Annabeth admitted, blushing slightly. Running her fingers through her hair she added, "Wouldn't mind adding another girl into the mix from time to time." Then she glanced at Percy. "You?"

"I love you Annabeth, and it's always amazing with you." Then Percy coughed awkwardly. "Always enjoyed my thing with Silena before we got back together. Both of you together,...definitely a memorable experience. I could really get used to having a harem."

"Well," Annabeth added drily, "Looks like Percy will have no shortage of pussy."

Percy coughed awkwardly. "How about we call it a night, put on Dr. House, and then go to bed?"

"Sounds like an idea, and before you try to sneak off, you are staying for the night," Annabeth added. "Not gonna kick you out after,..well you know."

Silena smirked. "I can live with that."

"Provided you stay naked," Percy added sternly. "Same counts for you to Annabeth."

"I wasn't planning on wearing anything," Annabeth admitted.

Silena spread her hands innocently. "Being the helpless slave I am, I guess I won't either."

Twenty minutes later Percy sat between his two women as they watched House be an ass to ER patients. Annabeth leaned against him while he gently fondled her breast, his other hand rested on the back of Silena's head she did what she did best. As Silena slowly bobbed up and down his length with that intimidating proficiency, clearly intent on getting him to cum, he smiled to himself. If his fourteen-year-old self could see him now.

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Juniper

For once she was not the first to rise. She melted from her tree, her feet leaving shallow imprints in the snow that had fallen through the circular hole in the ceiling over the nymph fountain.

It could not be denied that she was not made for the cold, in fact she very much preferred the warmth. One might think that not being entirely corporal might blunt the cold's bite, but it didn't.

She quickly headed into the warmer parts of the home and proceeded downstairs, sighing in relief when her bare feet reached a warm carpet.

Piper already stood in the kitchen, pouring milk into a bowl of Cheerios.

"Good morning," Piper greeted her brightly.

"Morning," she replied.

For a moment she asked herself if she should begin to set a larger breakfast table, then figured that Percy and Annabeth had likely celebrated Christmas in a more carnal manner and would not have been opposed to being served an early snack after waking up. Normally it would be Silena to do such things, but truth be told she didn't mind getting a little peek at her owner with fewer clothes on. It wasn't as if they were doing much swimming these days... and she really didn't have anything better to do.

It wasn't as if there were any other men she could really admire, so perhaps she could be forgiven for casting an eye upon another women's man.

Once she had set up a light breakfast with orange juice, and some toast, and made her way downstairs and quietly stepped into the master bedroom.
Unfortunately, the room's occupants were already awake and it seemed she had prepared one meal too few because the bed was occupied by more people than had expected.

Annabeth lay snuggled up against Percy, her head resting on his chest and the blanket pulled up to her shoulders. Lounging on Percy's other side, her head resting on his shoulder, was Silena Beauregard.

The daughter of Aphrodite sat bolt upright, the blanket slipping down, revealing her bare breasts. "Juniper!" she complained, her cheeks blushing bright red as she hastily pulled up the blanket, leaving no doubt about what the nature of her sleepover had been.

Annabeth only pulled her blanket up to her nose, though she only grinned sheepishly.

"Ah, Juniper," Percy greeted her unabashed.

"I brought you breakfast," Juniper squeaked, blushing a deep shade of green, understanding what aftershow party she had just crashed.

Percy pulled the mortified Silena closer and for a moment Juniper felt a small pang of jealousy at not being invited. Not mainly at having missed what would have very likely been an entertaining night but jealousy at not being included.

Percy seemed to notice Silena's embarrassment and pulled her slender form closer with one arm. The sound of his deep chuckle sent shivers down her spine, "Wow, thank you!"

Annabeth Chase

"You ass," Silena complained once Juniper had left the room and squirmed in his embrace. "That was so embarrassing."

Annabeth sat up and ginned over at her friend fondly. Some part of her had worried that she might resent the daughter of Aphrodite after watching Percy rail her right in front of her eyes. She knew she had a mildly territorial streak. But, fortunately, nothing seemed to have changed so far.

"We should get up," Silena announced, seemingly surrendering to Percy and resting her head on Percy's chest as well. "I'll be leaving for my father's in a few hours. Need to get some stuff done."

"Damn," Percy muttered to himself.

"Gonna miss those blowjobs?" Annabeth teased, remembering and still feeling mildly impressed with how Silena had sucked Percy dry last night. She had even tried to take over at some point, but it had been obvious that she simply did not share Silena's talent. She had also expected Percy to utilize the bed's special features. Then, she wasn't sure if Percy knew that two of the beds in the house had been a phrase from Crusty's Water Bed Palace.

She playfully bumped her shoulder against his.
"Yeah, Juniper does realize we're going to be eating breakfast together?" Silena asked mildly and rolled on top of Percy before shooting her an uncertain look.

"After last night, this is hardly worth note," Annabeth assured her.

"Don't know, the night is over," Silena offered in return.

"Does anyone care what I think?" Percy asked.

"Nope," Annabeth replied.

Silena at least had the decency to smile down at him apologetically. "I don't think so, sailor."

"I thought I was the dude with the harem here," Percy complained softly.

"Oh shut it," Annabeth shot back. "No one likes a whiner."

Percy turned towards her, dragging a suddenly quite helpless Silena along until she was stuck in the narrow gap between herself and him so that he could lean over and kiss her lips. "Keep it up and someone is getting spanked later," Percy threatened, his voice dangerously soft.

"Uhh," Silena cried out dramatically. "Corporal punishment?"

Percy slapped Silena's rear and then kissed Annabeth on the lips.

"Guy's! Kinda stuck here," Silena complained.

"Becides," Percy said, ignoring her complaint. The daughter of Aphrodite groaned when he settled his weight on her. "I don't really want this morning to end. If it went by me neither of you would ever wear any clothes again."

"Percy you dog," Annabeth chided him affectionately but then, to ease the tension pinched one of Silena's nipples.

"Hey leave my nipples," Silena complained and slapped Annabeth's hips.

"Ladies," Percy chided them generously. "No fighting. You got along marvelously last night."

Both women stuck their tongues out at him and a moment later he felt Silena's judiciously maintained fingernails digging into his ass.

He was hard, but that was understandable and his length was resting between her thighs. It was would be so easy to just slip... . "Are you trying to get morning sex right now?" Silena suddenly asked and he could feel her legs responding to his hardness.

"Wouldn't mind," Percy admitted and pulled Annabeth even closer.

"As fun as that sounds," Annabeth interceeded. "We should get ready."

Percy sighed and rolled off Silena and finally set up. "Shower?"

They did shower, and together he might add. Though there was none of that erotic washing of each other or friendly blowjobs and they only took their turns. Strangely enough, it felt more familial than anything else, despite both Silena and Annabeth looking quite amazing when they were wet. Especially Annabeth, looking even more like an angry lesbian than she already did with her hair. The temptation of just bending her over was there, he could not deny that.

Breakfast, in the end, turned out to be a brunch after which Annabeth and Piper returned down to the city, escorting his mother and stepfather through the eternal city.

The moment they were gone Silena turned to him, an exciting spark entering her blue eyes. "Can we finally let her out? You know, no squishy mortals around and so on... ."

Percy sighed and finally shrugged. "Fine."

Silena Beauregard

The look on Khione's face when the cell door opened, was worth it on its own. That fluid shifted back and forth between confusion, concern, and resignation finally being superseded by surprise when Percy beckoned her to come out.

The smug grin on Circe's face though made clear that she thought Khione was about to be used.

Even this couldn't dampen Silena's mood. Her spirits had been unusually high ever since waking up that morning, but she still managed to maintain a straight face.

The goddess hesitated, but then did as she was told and was led upstairs. "What is this about?" she finally asked.

"Silena has been begging me to allow you some time out of your cell. You are not to leave the house, or do anything I would disapprove of. Silena is in charge, if you make me regret this you won't be seeing the sky in a long time. "

Silena scowled at Percy reproachfully but fortunately, Khione did not too put down by the threat. Instead, the goddess's attention was caught by the snowman grinning at them from the inner courtyard and the cold white blanket covering everything. Her gaze softened and the lightest of smiles hushed over her lips.

"Lord Perseus?" she asked instead. "May I?"

Percy only shrugged and Silena made a mental note to show Percy her appreciation later, well provided last night wasn't just a fluke. There was a very real chance that despite being allowed to, Percy might choose to still stay monogamous with Annabeth, or even only stay platonic with her. If that happened, well Silena would be fine with that too. Though as messy as things might get, she would very much prefer it if she was still on Percy's dessert menu, even if it might cause her heartache down the line.

As Percy retreated Juniper joined her and they watched as the goddess stepped out into the snow. "I do hope you know what you are doing," the nymph warned.

"I do too," Silena agreed.

Juniper stayed silent for a long moment and finally Silena cleared her voice.

"Yes," Silena asked, remembering the look on Juniper's face that morning.

"You laid with Percy tonight," Juniper noted.

"I did," Silena confirmed, keeping a straight face.

"Is this a thing now?" she asked.

"I did it because I was invited and simply felt like it," she replied and then headed towards Khione who had just sat down on a snow-covered deck chair. She was an adult and didn't feel like she should need to explain herself to the other woman. Quite frankly the only one's options she actually cared about were Percy's and maybe Annabeth's for obvious reasons.

Slowly she followed the goddess out into her element, grateful for the warm shoes she wore just as the goddess swung her legs up onto the deck chair and made herself more comfortable.

"I needed this," Khione breathed and turned her face up as if drinking in the gentle breeze that washed through the inner courtyard. The goddess scooped up a handful of snow and closed her fist, compacting the white pounder into a nugget. Then she glanced up at Silena and raised an eyebrow quizzically. "I trust there are no strings attached here?"

Silena chuckled. "I very much doubt it. Although Annabeth did opened up the harem officially last night. Kinda also spent the night with them."

"Has she now? Well, at least one of us is enjoying herself."

Silena chuckled. "Oh, I did."

"Well played by Ms. Chase," Khione mused thoughtfully. "Not a bad move on her part at all, I must admit."

Not sure what Khione was on about Silena only shrugged. Perhaps noticing that she was shivering the goddess rose again. "Let us return inside. Then you can tell me all about your night without that sorceress breathing down our necks."

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Percy Jackson

Percy could now with confidence say his harem was not working as advertised. That, or he was simply doing it wrong. Who knows, maybe he had simply forgotten to read the small print on the manual because after two weeks his sex life had not changed that much. They were two weeks into the new year and so far Annabeth was the only woman he had slept with.

"Come on Percy!" Annabeth called. The daughter of Athena was holding the sauna's door agar, steaming billowing forth from the gap.

"Annabeth, no!" Silena complained. "It's cold!"

Percy sighed and shook his head, but stretched his hand out of the frozen pool. A deep crack echoed through the inner courtyard as the ice on the pool split the ice, opening up an eight-foot hole in the surface.

"They are crazy!" Juniper gasped and shivered. Despite the cold she still only wore that simple dress, electing only to wear a set of ear mufflers.

"Then put on something warmer...!" Percy told her in exasperation. A moment later Juniper hastily retreated back to the roaring fire and into what looked like a pile of blankets.

"Thanks," Annabeth yelled from the sauna.

"Come Silena, don't be a pussy!" Annabeth yelled over her shoulder.

"Do it Silena!" Percy commanded sternly, hoping his authority as her owner would be enough to sway her.

"Fuck you," Silena yelled back from inside the Sauna.

"Oh come on Annabeth!" the third girl and the reason why Percy wasn't in the sauna himself yelled.

Annabeth disappeared back into the heated room and a moment later she emerged, dragging Silena out with the help of Thalia.

Percy averted his gaze as the three women came into view. Well mainly because of Thalia to be honest. He'd have shamelessly stared at Silena and Annabeth.
Not that Thalia didn't have an attractive body, but she felt too much like a bullying older sister to look at her through those eyes.

"Screw you two! No...just wait! Please! Just listen for a moment," Silena screamed and thrashed around as Thalia was holding Silena's legs and Annabeth under the arms. Under other circumstances, Percy might have enjoyed the few of Silena's tits bouncing around as she fought the two other demi goddesses, but with Thalia in the frame, it was a hard nogo.

"Percy, please stop them!" Silena squealed. It was the last thing she said before the two warriors dumped Silena into the waterhole.

A moment later the two girls followed her. For a moment the courtyard grew silent until Silena broke the surface, spluttering for air.

A heartbeat later Annabeth and Silena also surfaced on either side of her.

"Fuck you!" Silena gasped and stiffly doggy paddled back over to the edge of the pool. "This is so fucking cold!" she stuttered. Just as she reached the edge of the pool, Annabeth wrapped an arm around Silena's neck from behind and dragged her under again. Thalia in the meantime lost no time to climb back out of the water and hurry over to where her bathrobe hung and then tiptoed back over to Percy.

"Annabeth!" Silena stuttered a moment later when they broke the surface again.

Annabeth, her lips a shade of blue now, grinned with chattering teeth and let Silena try to make it back onto the snow-covered side of the pool and failed while Annabeth pulled herself out in a single fluid motion.

Realizing that her hands had probably grown numb Percy reached for his powers and let the water shoot Silena out of the pool as if she were some weird cork. His aim had been a bit off though, with the daughter of Aphrodite landing square on top of Annabeth just as the blond was trying to scramble to her feet, sending her back into the snow.

"It's so cold!" Thalia stuttered as she hurried back to the warm cushions and armchairs arranged around the large fire bowl.

"Do you want to take a swim?" Percy asked Juniper innocently.

"Please don't," Juniper murmured.

"Then bring up some hot chocolate with marshmallows," Percy told her.

Finally, Annabeth and Silena also managed to regain their footing, wrap towels around themselves, and slip passed him towards the fire. Both girls were shivering while Silena kept muttering. "Cold, so fucking cold," like some broken record.

Percy slowly walked over to them, shaking his head slightly in exasperation.

"How was it?" Percy asked.

"Warm," Thalia commented with a grin, also slipping under the pile.

"Then cold," Silena added helpfully, reminding him oddly of a burrito.

"Why didn't you join us, Kelp Head?" Thalia asked. Despite his best efforts, Percy blushed deeply and Annabeth sighed.

"Damn, you're inhibited," Thalia muttered. "She's just your cousin..." Annabeth added. Just then Juniper returned with four mugs of marshmallow-enhanced hot chocolates.

"I don't know what your families are like,..." Percy began and Silena actually laughed. "Oh I get it, you don't mind Annabeth and me, despite all of us being technically related but Thalia is a step too far?"

"Yeah, dude," Thalia joked. "Our parents had done their very best to make sure our family tree resembles a circle."

"Or Mandala," Annabeth offered helpfully, and Percy's cheeks grew a little warmer.

"Honestly, never thought of it like that," Silena mused. "It's true though, even when you Annabeth..."

"Circles,..." Thalia whispered, pouring a healthy serving from a tin flask into her hot chocolate, somehow keeping on a straight face. Instead of looking embarrassed, Annabeth began to crack up, her shoulders shaking in fits of giggles. "And when Silena gets knocked up it'll be an eight," Thalia added helpfully.

Silena blushed furiously and buried her face in the fabric but Annabeth pressed on. "No, an infinity sign, just like our bloodlines," Annabeth pressed forward between giggles and Thalia burst out laughing even more.

For a moment Percy was tempted to argue the Silena point, seeing as he had no ambitions whatsoever to have children with the women but decided not to, figuring that either Thalia and Annabeth would just make fun of him for getting defensive, or Silena would somehow take offense at his resolute opposition. Instead, he did the honorable thing and fled the scene. What was the saying? Cowards do tend to survive?

Percy kept away until Thalia was dressed again and well on her way out, sparing himself any awkward conversations concerning family planning and/or the geometric properties of their mutual family tree. Though once she was gone

Percy had no excuse to not join them for another round of sauna. So after letting Khione back out of her cell he joined the two women in stripping off his clothes and sat down on his towel. Silena, Annabeth, and Thalia had left theirs in the heat when they had dragged Silena out earlier. So as the two women reclaimed their abandoned seat facing him in the slightly north of one hundred ninety degrees sweltering heat and a few minutes later sweat was running down his body or dropping down from his chin in a steady stream. For a few minutes, he listened to them chatting. Apparently, his mother had solved her Midwife problem, which was well enough.

Though the lighting was quite dim Percy could still fully appreciate the two naked women opposite him. Or he would have had his skin not feel like it was on fire. Silena too looked like she was suffering but to no one's surprise, Annabeth was weathering the heat best. Then, the mortal half of her was of Scandinavian descent,... so Percy liked to think evolution had adapted her better to the practice of sitting in ridiculously hot rooms for shits and giggles.

Her fair complexion turned bright pink in the heat.

"Do you have to head back down to the city later?" Percy asked, mournful that what might have been an enjoyable night was evaporating right in front of his nose.

"Piper wanted my help with studying," Annabeth explained, "And I promised I would."

Percy sighed and suddenly a conspiratorial look appeared on her face and she bumped Silena next to her. "Besides, if you are horny there are options," she said, noting at the woman next to her.

"Thanks for volunteering my pussy," Silena said and wiped the sweat from her face. "Not yours necessarily," Annabeth said hastily. "But this is supposed to be a harem and as far as I can tell you've been leaving my homegirl here high and dry."

Percy looked down at his knees and shrugged.

" I have to ask, we are cool right?" Silena suddenly asked.

"Hm?" Percy inquired.

"Well," she explained and exchanged a glance with Annabeth that led him to suspect that they had talked about this previously.

"After Christmas, I thought things might get...you know. Not that I'm complaining but still. Kinda jumped into that threeway and then nothing for almost three weeks?"

Percy cleared his voice awkwardly, realizing that Annabeth too was looking at him expectantly. "Ahm so...yeah," Percy muttered, not sure why he was feeling oddly guilty for staying monogamous.

"Pussy," Annabeth muttered but then winked at him as if the point had been brought across.

Finally, Annabeth rose to her feet and grabbed the bucket filled with the lemon-scented water, and hastily closed the door.

Then, with a large wooden spoon, she began to pour the water onto the loose stones stacked on the heating unit. As she did, Percy to the opportunity to admire her naked form though soon the scented steam filled the cabin and it became hard to even breathe. Before he knew it sweat was running down their bodies. Understanding that Annabeth was likely exposed to considerably more heat he almost felt something akin to awe.

Once the bucket was empty Annabeth began to swing her towel around over the oven, making the heat close unbearable.

Finally, she stopped and grinned at them. "So, Ice bath?" she asked. "And no cheating Percy."

"Sure," he said.

"No," Silena said at the same time.

Both he and Annabeth glanced at each other as they rose. "Sorry, but not sorry," Percy said and lunged for the woman.

There wasn't much Silena could do though, even if she had tried to struggle. She let him scoop her extremely sweaty form up into his arms and carry her out after Annabeth. They left the house and stepped into the snow of the inner courtyard.

Percy gritted his teeth as the ice bit at his bare feet and suddenly became aware of Khione watching as he carried the pleading women out towards the hole in the ice. Annabeth of course sped ahead and simply dove in and scooted to one side of the hole to allow him to dump Silena into the hole. He did, and Silena's scream was cut short as the icy water engulfed her once again.

Then, willing himself to get wet, Percy jumped right after her and joined the two women.

He gasped as the water engulfed him like a frozen glove.

"Fuck," Percy gasped as he felt his limbs seizing up.

Annabeth popped up next to him and grinned, while Silena spluttered and then held on to him for dear life.

"Fuck you," Silena gasped.

"Language," Annabeth warned and finally they pulled themselves out of the water.

Not soon after that Annabeth too departed back down for the mortal world. After locking Khione back in her cell and headed down to visit his mother, leaving Silena and Juniper to themselves. He hadn't actually spent enough time with her and Paul recently, and catching up with them again was long overdue.

When he finally got home the hour was late and it looked like Juniper and Silena had turned in for the night.

Sighing deeply and suddenly remembered that he had an appointment with Artemis the following day and scratched the back of his head. According to some, he had been neglecting his godly education. Percy couldn't care less to be honest, but here he was. That and staying on the twin's good side was probably advisable.

With a sigh, Percy lay down in his bed and realized that for the first time in quite a while, he was lying alone.

Percy closed his eyes and for a few minutes made a good faith effort to find rest.

"Fuck," he finally muttered and sat up. Had this been Annabeth's plan all along? He wouldn't put it passed her. He had after all gotten rather used to not sleeping alone. Silena mentioned it earlier. Admittedly, the same could be applied to Juniper who Percy was reasonably confident wanted a piece of him. But when he rose from his bed again, it was Silena's room and not Juniper's tree he stopped in front of.

Percy opened the door very quietly and tiptoed into her room.

Silena lay fast asleep in her bed, wearing a tank top and panties. Making as little sound as possible Percy stepped over to the young woman and knelt next to the bed.

"Ugh what?" she muttered, blinking away the sleep in confusion "What? Percy?"

"I want to fuck you," Percy announced. He hadn't actually planned ahead what he would say and it had simply slipped out.

"You what?" Silena yawned, rubbing her eyes.

Percy hesitated but decided he might as well continue.
"You told me to let to you when I want you, and now I do."

Silena glanced at the alarm clock on the bedside table and then back at him.

"Now?" she asked incredulously.

"No, tomorrow," Percy remarked sarcastically. "Of course, now. And while we are at it, I think you need to be taught some manners. You mouthed off quite a bit earlier and I am not digging your attitude right now."

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Percy Jackson

There were not many women in the world that could pull off being woken up in the middle of the night, lacking any makeup, and still looking like a solid ten. Silena was one of them, and until now Percy had not fully appreciated how sexy apprehension and even fear could be in a woman.

She looked up at him with wide eyes as he rose to his feet, only to have Percy hook his fingers into her shorts and yank them down to her knees before pushing her right back down.

With a dramatic sigh, Percy also sat down on the bed's edge and patted his lap. "Lie down across my lap," Percy ordered sternly.

With a light blush warming her cheeks, Silena did as she was told and a moment later that beautiful ass of her's rested in the desired position. Seeing as they were already way down the master/concubine path Percy slowly raised a hand and let it descend on her rear with a loud, satisfying slap. It wasn't a very hard strike, but hard enough that she certainly felt it. Despite this, a soft gasp escaped Silena's lips.

She twisted her slender form around to look up at him, her blue eyes wide and lips slightly parted. Incidentally, this left her breasts in a very convenient position. Just when she opened her mouth to say something Percy struck her again, this time a bit harder. "That was,..ouch!" she yelped when his hand stuck once more.

Percy pressed a finger to the concubine's lips silencing her. "Did I give you permission to speak?" Percy asked quietly. Silena shook her head with his finger still covering her mouth, her eyes still locked on his. Percy couldn't deny that he wasn't enjoying a slight powertrip from having Silena in this very vulnerable position.

Again Percy's hand descended into Silena's rear, making it jiggle in a very pleasing manner. Two strikes later the imprint of Percy's hand was beginning to become visible on Silena's right cheek. His hand finally rested on her warm flesh and he grinned down at her. "Do you know what you did wrong?" Percy asked, trying to sound as stern as possible.

"I was a bad girl?" Silena asked, her voice innocent, sweet, and shaking slightly. It was then that Percy realized that Silena was already quite wet and he began to realize that for some reason Silena might actually be enjoying this as much as he was, for whatever reason.

Percy nodded. "You were," Percy confirmed. "Very bad. But when I feel you've really learned your lesson I will let you please me."

"Yes Master," Silena replied and received another strike to her rear, earning himself another yelp. "Thank you," she then added.

"And," Percy continued, resting his hand on her now reddened rear end. "If you behave," Percy added.

Silena stared straight ahead and shivered when he ran his finger down the crack of her ass. "I might reward my favorite little pet."

"I am your favorite, Master?" Silena asked innocently.

"Pet? Oh yes," Percy promised and pressed his index finger between her lips and pushed it into her mouth just as he slapped her rear one more time.

Silena groaned softly and quickly began sucking on his finger. Satisfied Percy pushed two fingers up Silena's thigh gap and began to tenderly tease her clit and was rewarded. Finally, Percy mustered his courage and pulled away from her quite wet clit and slid up to her ass, and smoothly pushed it in.

The young woman lying across his lap stiffened, his finger still in his mouth. "I am going to have that tonight," Percy matter-of-factly told her. Silena might have said something but her mouth was still occupied with his other finger so her entire body shivered slightly instead. After months of being back, and Annabeth's workout regime rubbing off on her, he should have not been surprised by the amount of lean muscles adorning her back, before finally visibly relaxing. Considering her state when she had returned, which had still been quite good considering the American average, this pleased him immensely. "The things I want to do to you," Percy mused, ever so gently teasing her with his finger. "You are mine, and only mine," Percy then whispered, not even really listening to his own words as he spoke. Silena moaned something in response but her words were stolen by the thing still occupying her mouth.

Being the magnanimous god he was, he pulled his finger from between Silena's lips and let her speak. "I hope I am, otherwise I should be asking you what your finger is doing in my ass," Silena replied sheepishly.

Percy pulled his second finger out, though only to once again strike her rear end, hard enough this time to draw a genuine yelp from her lips. "We talked about your attitude," Percy complained, trying very hard to sound stern. "But if you want to know, my finger is warming your ass up for later."

"I think I got that," Silena replied drily.

Percy was just about to get back to business when an oddly familiar voice rang out in his head. "Oh fuck me," a female voice muttered. "Well Jackson, if you don't want me ogling your woman then don't let her run around like that. No, I'm not listening, so what? Just spank me, Ms. Sexy. Do you really think you can wear that and expect me to give a fuck about college? Oh, getting annoyed with me, are we? Put on a bra and then maybe you won't look like you are smuggling peas. Yes, I am looking at your tits. What are you gonna do about it? Spank me? Gods, I am the worst. Sorry, Percy, I know she's yours but damn!"

"Percy!" another woman demanded. "Still among the living?"

Annabeth Chase

Annabeth was starting to think that Piper was about as good at studying as Percy was. She certainly had that same slightly vacant, cross-eyed expression Percy used to have when she tried to keep his attention on something he really didn't give a fuck about. "Piper, are you listening to me?" Annabeth asked, waving her calculator in front of her roommate's eyes.

"Yeah sorry, drifted off there. It has been a long day," Piper replied and blushed slightly. "So yeah, numbers and stuff. Cut me some slack, it's past midnight."

Annabeth rolled her eyes. "When is your test, Ms. Mclean? Do remind me?"

"In three days," Piper admitted sheepishly.

"And you are dicking around?" Annabeth demanded.

"First of all, I am trying to procrastinate," Piper declared, raising a finger. "And secondly, dicking around does not fit on so many levels. You dragged me to the gym for two hours, and everything hurts. Now I am trying to pay attention to numbers and stuff."

"Are you fucking arguing terminology with me?" Annabeth asked but then sighed. "You are probably right though, it is getting late."

"I know I am right, beautiful people are never wrong," Piper replied, adding what Annabeth recognized as just a hint of charm speak to her words.

Annabeth stared at her blankly and cocked her head slightly. "Piper, try the charm speak again and I will knock your teeth out," Annabeth threatened, though admittedly only half seriously.

"Hey, don't threaten me with a good time," Piper joked and yawned.

"Go to bed!" Annabeth finally grumbled in exasperation. "We will continue this tomorrow."

Much like Percy would have Piper promptly jumped up and bounded from the dining room table with considerable enthusiasm.

Two minutes later she caught up with Piper in the bathroom, a shower towel thrown across her shoulder. The daughter of Aphrodite glanced over at her as she brushed her teeth and raised an eyebrow. "Kind of want to go to sleep too, mind if I take the shower now?"

Piper shrugged. "Not in need of private time right now," her roommate replied.

Annabeth hastily stripped nude, and grabbed her towel, and found Piper staring at her from the corner of her eyes but didn't think much of it and disappeared into the shower.

Percy Jackson

"You know?" Silena complained. "I am cool with being woken up for sex, kinda my job. But I didn't appreciate it when the dude zones out after putting fingers up my holes."

"Sorry," Percy quickly said and patted her boy now quite red rear end. "I think Piper just accidently sent me a prayer?" Percy explained thoughtfully.

"So?" Silena asked, a trace of annoyance still audible in her voice.

"A thirsty one..." Percy explained apologetically.

"So she wants to fuck you?" Silena asked impatiently.

"No me," Percy explained and quickly explained the content of the prayer. "It is about Annabeth."

Silena raised an eyebrow. "Is she doing anything with Annabeth?"

"Well no, just really horny."

"Well, Annabeth is a gorgeous woman. I assume a lot of people have perved over her," Silena reasoned patiently. "You planning to tell Annabeth about this?"

"Obviously," Percy remarked and Silena rolled off his lap and knelt next to him.

"Right now?" Silena asked.

"Uhm no,..."

"Then how about we do that tomorrow?" Silena asked pointedly, a distinct note of annoyance entering her voice.

For good measure Percy gave Silena's rear end another hearty strike, effectively shutting her up. "Silena, we talked about your attitude," Percy mused, playfully grabbing her breasts. "You know what, I think you need some more disciplining before I can properly enjoy you. Wait for me in my bedroom."

"Yes, master," Silena replied and rose from the bed with Percy and hastily pulled up her shorts. They parted ways and Percy hurried into the dungeon grabbed a shoe-boxed size crate and walked around the room. He was quite tempted to just fetch Silena and finally try the room up, but in the end, chose against it. For one, he was already exploring uncharted territory with Silena. Though he was certain she'd go along with it, it felt like too much. For another, Percy realized, Annabeth might be upset if he didn't at least invite her first.

After collecting a number of utensils that deemed most likely he would like to use on the women waiting in the bedroom he finally left the kink chamber. When Percy finally did enter his room he was surprised to find it empty.

"Silena?" Percy yelled.

"In the bathroom, give me a moment!" she called back.

Sure enough, she did not have him wait for much more than a moment before she finally returned. It looked like Silena had freshened up a bit, at the very least with a few faces full of cold water, and she had put her hair up in a bun. She had also discarded her makeshift PJs, instead now sporting that bronze collar he had taken off her on the very first day.

"So Percy, is this what you had in mind?" she asked, folding her arms behind his back and showing off her breasts in a pleasing manner.

"Yeah, kinda," he admitted. "The collar?"

A slightly mocking smile curls her shapely lips. "Well, I thought it would add a well-fitting touch. I can get a leash too if you like."

"I don't think you'll need a leash tonight," Percy replied and closed the distance between them and met the young woman's beautiful blue eyes. Once again he was struck by how short Silena was, almost as short as Juniper.

"Damn, don't really want to punish you," Percy admitted.

Silena cracked a smile. "Then don't, though I hope this wasn't my last spanking."

Then she glanced into his box and raised an eyebrow. "You know, there are easier ways to tie me up. You did read the manual that came along with the house?"

"Of course, not," Percy replied.

"The bed is from Crusties Water Bed Palace. You know, the kind Annabeth got aquatinted with during your quest for the master bolt?"

"Yeah, that memory lives rent-free..." Percy admitted with a grin. "So I got to say the magic word and you'll gain a few inches or what?"

Silena laughed. "Though it wouldn't hurt to be a little taller, no... . Just picturing what you want to happen and say 'Ergo'."

"Then jump on the bed," Percy suggested grinning.

Silena did as she was told and then looked at him nervously. "Baby, you think I'd actually hurt you?" Percy asked.

"No," she admitted.

Percy pictured how he wanted her and then said the words. "Ergo!"

Ropes sprung forward and wrapped themselves around Silena's wrists and ankles. Her arms were pulled to tension above her head and her sharply legs spread wide, leaving her very much open and completely helpless. "Damn, I wish I had known this earlier."

"Then read the manuals," she replied and craned her neck around as he placed the box next to her. After taking a moment to enjoy the quiet aesthetic view of the beautiful young women spread out across the bed.

"What?" she asked.

"Kinda pictured having you like this a few times over the past few years," Percy admitted.

"Pervert," Silena replied but smiled and Percy was mildly flattered by how comfortable she seemed around him.

In response, Percy pulled out a blindfold and put it on the helpless woman.

Then Percy pulled out one of those small egg-shaven vibrators on a wire with a remote. After applying a generous amount of lubricant he pushed it in far enough to make contact with the g-spot and turned it on.

Silena's breath caught and her body shuddered, though tied up in the manner she was, there was nothing more she could really do. He watched as her thigh muscle flexed as her legs trembled as she pulled against her restraints but there was nothing she could do to escape the stimulus.

"Gods," she breathed after a moment and bit her lip in what Percy thought was a quite sensual manner.

"You can pray," Percy replied softly. "But only one god can help you now and I don't think he will show you any mercy."

Silena only nodded, seemingly accepting that she was along for the ride on what was likely going to be a very long night. For the next five minutes, Percy let the vibrator do its thing and caressed his victim's cheek. Finally, his fingers slipped over her lips, down her neck, and finally, he progressed to casually fondling her soft breasts.

Without stopping Percy leaned over and pressed his lips against Silena's. She returned the kiss, but there wasn't much else she could do if she wanted, being almost completely immobilized as she was. Just when it looked like Silena was really getting on tour Percy rose from the bed, and leaving the woman where she was he hurried towards the glass doors to the large balcony and opened it to welcome in the cold night.

"Percy?" Silena moaned, clearly sensing the wave of cold air flowing into the room. Before she could say more Percy had grabbed a hand full of snow and compressed it in his fist and closed the door again.

Silena's restrained thighs twitched and flexed as her body tried to react to the stimuli. Slowly her moans grew higher in pitch and just when her thighs shuddered as she approached the climax Percy turned the vibrator off and pushed the lump of ice against her clitoris.

Silena squealed in protest and tried to pull away from the ice but Percy showed her no mercy. "So cold!" she groaned, trying and failing to drag her thighs together and very much failing. "Come on Percy, couldn't just give me this one?" Silena complained.

"Have you earned to yet?" Percy asked innocently.

Just as she opened her mouth to respond Percy slid the ice over the inside of her right thigh, drawing a loud gasp from her lips. "Yeah?" Silena asked hopefully.

"No," Percy whispered in the young woman's ear. "Lady, the things I want to do to you..."

"Not going anywhere," Silena pressed forward.

With the young woman's moans to sweeten the atmosphere, Percy turned on the TV, put on the office, and pulled his box closer and his gaze fell on the next little special something that had caught his eye earlier and pulled two things out. "Damn, you're hot," Percy muttered as he applied the nipple clamps. To his surprise, Silena winced slightly.

"You alright, baby?" he asked, not actually wishing for this to be an unpleasant experience for his partner.

She nodded, throwing her head back to bite her lip. "Just caught me off guard," she whimpered.

"I don't care," Percy replied for good measure and noticed that he could literally admire Silena's abdominal muscles flexing under her skin as she strained under the stimuli.

His pants getting uncomfortably tight by now Percy finally kicked off his clothes and knelt down to his guest. It was high time Percy started actually getting his money's worth, Percy decided because at the moment Silena was the only one moaning and this wasn't a strip club so this wasn't meant to be an eyes-only affair.

As if reading her mind Silena licked her lips. "You just gonna stare at me all night or something," she asked, seemingly guessing correctly that her naked form would attract his attention more than a show.

"Not really," Percy replied and set the vibrator to a high setting.

Percy did not wait for Silena to cum. Now that he had her conveniently tied up, there was really no reason not to indulge himself. Otherwise, what was the point of having a concubine tied up on your bed, right?"

After switching the vibrator to a higher setting and considering his options for a few moments he finally cleared his voice. "Time to see what those mommy milers are good for," Percy declared.

"Mommy Milkers?" Silena asked between whimpers and moans.

"Yeah," he replied.

"Any plans I should know about?" Silena asked weekly.

Instead of answering Percy straddled her chest, his already hard manhood resting between Silena's breasts. Percy carefully freed Silena's breasts from clamps, leaving behind swollen and tender-looking nipples. For once though, it wasn't the nipples that were the center of his attention.

"So, I want to try to fuck your tits," Percy explained.

"Okay," was all the blindfolded woman said.

With his dick already lying at almost the right place Percy pushed Silena's breasts together to firmly embrace his length and began to awkwardly thrust into them. It wasn't what he had really imagined during his teens, but at least the optics with Silena were amazing, her pail pink nipples seemingly exploding out to meet him as her moans encouraged him on, though he knew that had less to do with him going for her breasts, and more with the vibrator still stuck inside her.

Still, as Percy began to fuck his slave's breasts with growing confidence, the vibrator turned out to be his best ally. Percy knew most women's arousal was probably not the most aesthetic thing in the world, even being quite comical at times according to those educational anatomy videos his gender so happily indulged in. With Silena, it was a different case.

Percy hadn't realized that he had begun to squeeze her breasts harder and harder together until she finally winced hard enough to be noticeable through her growing arousal.

"Too hard," were the only two words she said, and Percy immodestly reduced the pressure.

He had his fun with her breasts a few more minutes until the vibrator finally granted Silena her first orgasm.

Silena's slender form, trapped under his much greater weight, strained against her restraints as the climax rolled through her sweat-covered body. By now Silena lacked just about any shyness around him, and her moans echoed through the room without restraint.

"Percy," Silena groaned.

"You okay, baby?" he asked.

"Hmm?" Silena replied, breathing deeply.

Deciding her breasts had gotten enough attention for the moment he released the two mounds and climbed off Silena's torso, turned off the vibrator and pulled it out.

"What are you doing?" the daughter of Aphrodite asked softly.

"I want that tight pussy of yours," Percy replied matter off factly.

A lazy smile curled Silena's lips. "My pussy hasn't even been eaten yet, you think it's ready?"

Percy patted her between the legs and removed the blindfold. "Oh, it's ready," he promised her.

Silena stuck her tongue out and then smiled at him with what seemed like genuine affection. "Then don't leave your little slave waiting, Master."

Percy grinned. "Your pussy also isn't going anywhere and I think your beautiful lips need a lot more attention," Percy replied and released Silena from her restraints.

"I want you in all fours," he ordered her softly.

She did as she was told, though offering him his rear instead. "Ahm, turn around," Percy followed up.
Silena looked back up at him over her shoulder with an eyebrow raised, but then shrugged and did as she was told.

Kneeling, Percy smiled at Silena and pushed a strand of her dark hair that had escaped the bun behind her ear and gently kissed her on the lips.

"Are you still okay?" Percy asked.

"Dude!" Silena exclaimed. "It's hard to get into being used like a piece of meat if you keep breaking character."

"Yes, Ma'am," Percy replied and cupped a hand under Silena's chin and guided her closer. "Open your mouth," Percy ordered.

Her elegant lips parted far enough to embrace his tip. Placing his freehand hand securely on the back of her head he slowly thrusted into her welcoming warm mouth. Silena formed a tight seal with her lips and looked up at him with those gorgeous blue eyes and for the first few cautious thrusts, he only committed a few inches. Then finally, keeping his eyes locked on hers, he pushed in deeper until Silena gagged hard and instinctively tried to pull back.

Being the gentleman his mother had raised him to be and as such respecting Silena's wishes he promptly denied her, keeping her firmly pinned and gagging. Her eyes widened and after holding her in place for a few moments he let her pull off.
"Breath through your nose," he chided her. He had learned that much so far, a lesson cooperated by educational videos on the internet.
Then he thrusted back into her mouth.

"Relax baby," he told her when she gagged hard. Percy forced the deep throat though, pulling her head forward to the base of his cock.

Silena Beauregard's eyes bulged slightly and he felt her throat working around his painfully hard length. It did feel kind of hit though and he had to admit, the minor power trip that came with having this beautiful woman willing to let him live out his fantasies added to the entertainment value considerably. "Breath through your nose!"

Silena did what she was told. Her breath comes in hard, rasping sniffs.
After a few glorious seconds, he pulled out again, his dick drawing strings of saliva and precum from her lips.

Silena spluttered loudly and collapsed down into her elbows panting. After letting her catch her breath for a few moments Percy grabbed her chin and twisted it up, forcing her to look up at him and squash her lips together in a rather pleasing manner.

"Ready for more?" he asked Silena, deciding that at the very least something comparable to an inquiry considering her welfare was appropriate.

She met his gaze and nodded. "I'm yours to enjoy, master," she croaked, her usually so soothing voice raspy.

"Let me know when you need a break, I have to teach you to take the dick," Percy replied and pulled her head in again, his tip bumping into lips. Getting the message she opened her mouth and Percy proceeded to take her mouth for real, thrusting into it what under different circumstances might be leisure pace.

Silena gagged and spluttered, every muscle in her body seemingly flexing as Percy treated her throat much like he usually did her pussy. Her usually delicate face and lips were swollen and a mildly concerning shade of purple.

He could feel her throat flexing as his length penetrated a lot deeper than was probably medically advisable. Every few seconds Percy pulled out, mildly concerned that she might pass out but so far Silena seemed to take it like a champ.

Perhaps it was the power trip, or his partner's body but he came surprisingly quickly. Deciding to keep up their game Percy pulled his length out. Her fair complexion had taken turned a shade of deep red, almost purple.

As Silena coughed and spluttered, saliva dripping from her swollen lips. Percy gripped her jaw and held his length right over her usually so elegantly carved features, now oddly swollen. With a deep sigh, his sticky load splattered across her face in three satisfying jets, and heavily sat down.

For a few seconds, they just sat there, the silence broken sold by the daughter of Aphrodite regaining her back. After another moment Percy wrapped an arm around Silena and dragged her unto his lap. For a moment he worried he might have taken things too far. To his relief though she sank into his arms after a few seconds and rested her head on his chest.

"Never thought I'd be doing something like that," she admitted. "You know before I became your slave and stuff."

"If it makes you feel better," Percy mused, resting a hand on Silena's stomach. "You can always tell yourself I forced you. Did you enjoy it?"

"You think you would enjoy having a dildo jammed down your throat?" Silena asked pointedly and brushed a few strands of hair from her face.

"Not really," Percy admitted.

"That part wasn't very pleasant, though some part of it was hot. You know, muscular attractive dude having his way with you,..."

"Sorry," Percy muttered.

"Don't be," Silena replied immediately. "I didn't expect to enjoy everything you do to me when I became your slave... and one way or another you are the man in my life so I guess I can indulge you every now and then."

Silena studied her finger with narrowed eyes and realized it was covered with the cum she had just accidently swabbed up from her face. "On my face?" she asked with exasperation. "Could have at least let me swallow."

"No, I like seeing my cum on a woman as hot as you," Percy mused and Silena groaned. "Can I wash it off, I'll be right back... ."

"I could feed it to you," Percy offered generously.

"Percy!" Silena wined.

"Fine," Percy conceded.

Silena was true to her word, returning to his bed mere minutes later. Her face, now freshly rinsed off, had almost returned to its normal complexion.

"I could get used to you wearing a collar, looks good on you," Percy mused as Silena curled up next to him and rested her head against his shoulder, her eyes on the TV.

"You will find yourself in a position to make that happen," Silena replied absentmindedly, following the show.

He rested a hand on her thigh and grinned. "I could also get used to you running around naked, maybe I will."

He thoughtfully picked up the vibrator and then looked over at Silena who sighed and wordlessly picked it up.
When Percy picked up the vibrator again Silena only rolled her eyes. "Knew we weren't done yet," she muttered and put the vibrator in its prescribed duty station and turned it on.

For the next episode Percy was treated to having the naked women increasingly fidgeting around and every now and then soft groans and whimpers escaped her lips. Percy could even feel her slowly getting increasingly wet as she sat curled up on his lap, leaning against his torso. As they watched Percy's lips trailed Silena's jaw, and then found its way down to her neck. With her collar pressing against his cheek, Percy's lips made contact with Silena's smooth warm neck. With her attention seemingly occupied by the little Duracell battery powered toy, Silena barely seemed to notice him as he sucked on her soft flesh.

When he pulled away, the mark of his effort remaining behind on her skin. In a way it served more of mark of ownership than any branding or tattoo could ever be. With his lips drawing away, he snaked an arm around her slender form and gently cupped one of her breasts. For another few minutes Percy enjoyed Silena's willingly offered soft flesh, exchanging slow kisses and tender groping. As the next quarter hour passed the vibrator and hopefully some of his ministrations pushed Silena through her second orgasm of the evening. He didn't think he would ever grow tired of being in control of a beautiful woman's climax. Watching Silena writhe and moan on his lap, it truly was a privilege.

When he pulled the smallest toy from the box for Silena to see her eyes widened. "You sure?" she asked.

"I could start with my dick, baby," Percy offered generously. "Oh, no..." Siena replied quickly. Relax, I'll take care of you."

"Lie down on your stomach," Percy ordered. Awkwardly Silena did as she as told, resting her chin on her folded arms. Percy stuffed the two pillows until he pelvic, propping it up for easier access. Correctly anticipating his aims, she playfully wiggled her rear end. A moment later she was patiently waiting for him to proceeded, her soft moans, courtesy of the still running vibrator, tempting him to draw it out.

Percy slapped Silena's ass once in a playful manner, pleased at how it jiggled slightly. Then he grabbed the bottle of lubricant and applied it generously to both Silena's ass, running his hand through the crack between her quite magnificent cheeks and the did the same to the smallest of the anal plugs.

"You okay, baby?" Percy asked.

"Uha," Selena confirmed in a moan. Perhaps the repositioning and shifted the vibrator into a more potent position.

Deciding that Silena was as ready as she was ever going to Percy gently held the plugs cool tip against her anus. Silena's entire body stiffened.
Kneeling down next to her, Percy turned off the vibrator but left it in. Silena sighed deeply.

"Relax baby," he encouraged her, not really listening to what he was saying.

Then Percy gently began to work the top into Silena's anus. When he realized she was holding her breath Percy paused. "Breath baby."

"Okay," Silena squeaked.

Keeping his eyes locked on hers Percy worked the plug in until it suddenly slipped in until only the small plastic plastic gem grip stuck out.

Silena's eyes widened to a ridiculous level, her lips parting as it slid in place. Once it had Silena exhaled sharply and she visibly relaxed, almost even deflating.

"Are you okay?" Percy asked again.

"Yeah, feels weird," she admitted, speaking very slowly. "Not bad, just weird. Want to try?"

Percy laughed.

"I'm not the one who's getting it up the ass tonight," Percy replied jokingly.

"Charming," Silena grumbled and groaned when pulled the vibrator out. Wishing to keep his partner somewhat entertained Percy slid in position behind and on top of Silena. Playing along, she spread her legs in a ninety degree angle, moved into position, and then smoothly slid into his partner.

With his hands resting either side of Silena's head Percy began to thrust into her. After a while Percy pulled back out, only to pull Silena up on all fours, grab the next larger sized anal plug and carefully replaced the smaller one. Rather conveniently already having Silena on all fours Percy continued with a leisure doggy style, teasing him with that quite iconic view of Silena's back and ass. That game continued for the next half hour or so, Percy slowly increasing the size off the plugs. Soon he had had his fun and let the vibrator take back over.

His plan seemed to work out overall. So far the vibrator was the best ally he could have ever asked for. It kept Silena occupied while he did his thing, and he wagered she would be a lot less relaxed without it there to keep her distracted. That and it let him admire the female orgasm while not having to put in that much effort.
Before long it was time. He pulled the current plug out and decided she was loosened enough. So after lubing his length up and removing the vibrator once again he reclaimed a similar position behind her.

Silena seemed to realize that it was time for the evenings main event because she became very quiet and very still, apart from her torso rising and falling with every deep panting breath.

"You okay, baby?" Percy asked softly.

She nodded and visibly tried to relax, breathing deeply. Percy moved in behind her propped up ass, and spread her cheeks before slapping it once and applying even more lube. Then he pulled the plug out and poured even more lube straight in. "Feels kind of cold," Silena complained and then immediately shut up when she felt his tip slipping into her ass crack.

"Relax baby," Percy told her again, lined up, and then very slowly pushed in. He didn't really know what he had inevitably expected, at first there was more resistance than he had expected until suddenly he just smoothly slid in all the way to the base.

"Are you okay," he asked again when Silena's entire body tensed and a low grunt escaped her lips.

"This feels really weird," Silena pressed forward. "Not bad, just weird."

Very cautiously Percy began, more shifting angle then repenetrating his partner out of concern he might hurt her. What ever he was going though seemed to work because Silena began to breath heavily, a low groan escaping her lips.

His first impression of the fabled anal sex was quite similar to the one he had gotten from owning a slave. She was tight, very tight even. Though it felt quite good he didn't get what all the fuss was about. Despite the perfectly understandable urge to simply plow her to Kingdome come Percy restrained himself, keeping to slow and gentle movements. He had Silena in a very vulnerable position and he did not wish to hurt her.

There was not much more to say. For a few quite memorial minutes he was having very slow and gentle anal sex with this gorgeous woman. Silena took it without complained, lying quite still with her chin resting on her folded arms, even rewarding him with the moans that were so sweet to his ears. Finally he pulled out and Silena exhaled deeply in releasing tension. "You okay?" Percy whispered into her ear, his hand resting on her left flank.

"Yeah," she confirmed and yawned.

"Your ass is mine now," Percy joked softly and earned himself a quiet laugh.

Then Silena yawned deeply. "I've been saying so from the beginning."

Percy allowed her to clean herself up, with his mostly tried cum half dried up on her face and when she returned and dropped down on the bed, visibly exhausted Percy redeployed the vibrator and nipple clamps and grinned down at the daughter of Aphrodite. "What makes you think this is over?"

Silena only smiled at him, looking quite exhausted, and he hastily took a shower himself. After where he had been, it seemed only right.

By the time he returned Silena was patiently watching the show, trying to ignore the machine that drawing soft moans from her lips. As they progressed into the next episode Silena looked like she was undecided on if she was supposed to fall asleep or climax once again. "Come on babe, why aren't you taking care of me?" he ordered her, generously saving her from having to make the choice.

After making sure he was allowing it she pulled out the vibrator and tossed it aside, then she turned the TV off and straddled him. Despite her obvious fatigue her lips were hot on his and when she finally did break away she lost no time in mounting his manhood and then proceeded to unceremoniously ride him. Resting on his back with his hands folded behind his head, he admired Silena's breasts bouncing around as she rode him and occasionally tugging on the nipple clamps.

"You know," Silena grunted, clearly struggling with the effort to keep up the pace. "I like you more as a master when you are on your back."

"Well, we can't have that," Percy replied and dragged Silena down to him and then turned them around so her slender form was trapped under his. He silenced her with a hard kiss and once sure she had gotten the message Percy spread Silena's legs and then promptly forced them back to her chest. Silena was quite flexible so that mean he effectively folded the young woman up like a switchblade, with her pussy presented for his convenience.

"Fuck, I'm sore," Silena complained, still stuck in the mating press when he lined up, her legs resting on his shoulder. "Can I like just blow you instead or something?" she asked.

Percy chuckled. "Maybe you can wake me up with one in the morning," he mused softly.

She was quite helpless, barely being able to move at all as he pushed into her dripping wet virgina. Wishing to end the night with a grand finale Percy took Silena hard and fast and soon his stained grunts were drowned out by Silena's increasingly loud moans, and then squeals.

Percy steadied himself with one hand resting on her throat, holding just hard enough for her to be quite aware off. Her deep blue eyes stayed locked on his for almost the entire time, even as her exhausted cries became louder. When tears appeared in her eyes Percy finally stopped. "You alright?" he asked, his hand sliding up to cup her cheek. She nodded, "Just tired and exhausted," she muttered. "Come on Percy, don't leave me hanging here."

Percy nodded and continued to thrust into her, the a tad bit more careful, and taking the time to kiss her a few more times. Finally Silena climaxed for the final time that night. She bit down on her lower lip hard, her moans stifled by the hand clasped across her mouth, and her trapped body shuddered.

Finally his lover's sweat covered body went completely slack, her quite exquisite torso rising in falling with every breath. Feeling rather generous Percy removed the nipple clamps released Silena's legs, who stretched them out at a spread, allowing him to continue where he had picked up with smooth, deep thrusts. The obvious perk of this was that her breasts did that bouncing around thing again.

After restraining himself for much of this affair, and being more focused on Silena's climaxes, he was almost relieved to be able to cross the finish line. He didn't mess around either, just keeping his length buried in Silena as he blew his load and finally let himself drop down into the mattress next to her.

Perhaps sensing that the show was over for the night Silena finally sat up with a groan and a poorly stifled yawn. "Should I go back to my bed or you want me to stay?" Silena asked once her breathing had calmed down a bit. She looked exhausted, and her knotted hair and the rather large hicky on her neck only added to the image.

"Of course, you are staying here," Percy replied her. Instantly Silena let herself drop back on the mattress.

"How are you feeling?" Percy then quickly followed up.

"Tired," was all Silena said, staring up at the ceiling. "...sore," she then added. "Almost like my owner woke me up in the middle of the night and then spent the next few hours hooking things off his bucket list..."

"Wasn't that bad,.." Percy mumbled.

She sighed and then rolled onto of him. "Dude, how about I shove a dildo down your throat and we'll see how much you enjoy it. You using the vibrator like that,...well that was something and I am not sure how I feel about the anal. It wasn't bad but..."

"Not your thing?" Percy asked. Silena only shrugged. "If it is my pleasure you are mainly seeking just continue on with what we used to do, like when we started having sex. You were right on the mark there." After being silent for a moment she then added, "Doesn't mean you should feel discouraged from sessions like this..." she then hastily added. "I don't have to enjoy everything you do to me. Otherwise there wouldn't be much point in being your slave. If you want ass or try out kinks, I am your girl."

When the lights were finally off and cold winter air filled the bedroom through the balcony door, which he kept open by a few inches, he held the young woman in his arms arms. Despite her bravado he decided that some intimacy and tenderness was certainly warranted. The gesture seemed to be welcomed because a few moments after he had wrapped his arms around Silena, the daughter of Aphrodite had already fallen asleep.

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Silena Beauregard

Despite her exhaustion and fatigue, the sleep that followed was uneasy and restless. The ebb and flow in the crowds of the dead gently pulled her along and endless hours melted away like a fly moving through amber. She stood on an outcrop and in the distance were two rivers. She yearned for either release. Either the clean slate of Lethe, or the sweet oblivion Styx promised. She knew she was denied both.

Ever further she wandered away from the Underworlds heartland, away from the palace and its sinister grandiose, away from the judges and the checkpoints to were the pail crowds slowly began to thin out until only a few souls were even in view. Perhaps they were as lost as she was, or simply could not find the way back. She was not sure she could if she tried.

No more voices sought out her allegiance, and soon Silena was sure that was that she had truly reached her stories final lines. Just as this seemed to be a certainty the the sharp snap of leather wings ripping open to catch the air. Silena did not turn around and only continued her aimless stroll as three shadows descended from the darkness above and landed behind her. What did the dead care about the corporeal world?

Just then something burning hot wrapped itself around her throat and a moment later furious red flames engulfed her head. Silena did not have a body, she had no nerves that could feel pain, or skin that could be burned. It was the first thing she had felt for a very long time. A piercing scream tore from her lips and Silena collapse to her knees, clutching the cord that held her. It felt as hot as molten metal.

Finally the flames died and she found herself kneeling in front of the three furies. "The lord of the underworld demands your presence!"

Before Silena could come up with a response the three furies dragged her after them all the way back to the Hades palace.

Annabeth had at some point described the palace to her, and had she known she would stand here down the she might have listened closer and not be turned off by Annabeth's overly elaborate description of the gothic architecture.

The garden of Persephone was quite beautiful, though she did not have the time to appricate it. And the undead warriors, standing their eternal vigil certainly took away from the charm. The throne room was as grim and majestic as she had imagined it too be.

Two gods sat on their throne, one tall, pail, and unmistakably her host. The other beautiful with willowy hair and rosy cheeks.

"My Lord," the leader of the three furies crooned, bowing deeply a few feet away from the throne.

"This is the traitor?" Hades asked, gazing down at her with cold, uncaring eyes.

"Yes," Persephone replied, glancing over at her husband in an exasperated manner. "One might be drawn to the conclusion that you do not watch Hephaestus TV, my Grumblebun."

If she had the facilities, she might have puked at the nickname.

Hades sighed in the manner of someone suffering greatly. "I might be able to if your mother ever shut up."

"She hasn't been here since winter," Persephone argued defensively. "And she doesn't talk that much. That is beside the point, you said you were out of ideas and here it is. Even you could not possibly argue that this one here would be a poor fit."

Silena did not have the faintest idea what the two gods were talking about and doubted it bode well for her, but realizing there was nothing she could do about it she just stayed silent and stared at her feet.

"Apart of her being a traitor?" Hades asked.

"That is the best part," the goddess replied. "The fair deceiver," Persephone quoted some source Silena did not recognize but did not seem to bode well for her. "No one could possibly take offense over this."

Persephone rose from her throne and approached Silena, and raised her hand. The clothes on her body seemed to instantly dissolve into flower petals and were blown away by some alien wind she could not feel, leaving her as bare as on the day of her birth. When the goddess then reached out for her Silena tried to shrink back, but to her dismay, she seemed to be frozen in place.

The goddess reached cradled one of her breasts in her palm and looked back at her husband quizzically. It wasn't an overtly sexual gesture, more reminding of her rancher gauging the quality of a piece of cattle. Somehow the goddess seemed to make physical contact with her and for the first time in a long time, Silena felt the warm touch of another living on her skin. Had it not been for the nature of this contract, she might have cried off joy. Instead, she only stood frozen, helplessly waiting for the fate that she now suspected she might be in for.

"Would you not agree that she is of especially exquisite make?"

Hades sighed, "She is, dove. But he does not strike me as one to appreciate being given a slave, traitor or not. It might even put in him a complicated position."

At least she would not be kept by Hades, Silena thought to herself, trying to be optimistic. Though she knew that the alternatives weren't likely to be any more desirable.

"Oh, his heart was just broken. That girl left him, the fates only know why. It is now the perfect time, trust me!" Persephone insisted. "This one is young, charming if properly motivated, and very beautiful. The perfect spring to a broken heart's winter."

Hades sighed, as if resigning himself to unpleasant consequences in the spirit of appeasing his wife. "Very well," he finally replied. "When you have figured out the formalities you may seek out Thanatos!"

As Persephone beamed at her husband the god of the underworld seemed to instantly combust to flakes of ashes. The furies too melted away from reality, leaving her along with the goddess of spring. "It is time you and I had a world, little traitor."

Silena had always imagined the goddess of spring to be a gentle creature, the sparkle in Persephone's eyes did not strike her as particularly friendly.

Within the blink of an eye, they shifted locations out to the goddess garden. "Now, I have a proposal for you."

"Yes, my lady," she replied quietly, already guessing what the nature of this proposal was going to be.

"You were acquainted with a son of Poseidon named Perseus?" Persephone asked mildly.

"Yes," she replied, using as few words as possible. Even from beyond the veil, the guilt over those betrayals still stung quite deeply.

"The past few months have been somewhat chaotic and the details mustn't interest you. What is of relevance here is that he was just raised to godhood."

Did this mean that Percy and Annabeth had broken up, Silena asked herself. The thought saddened her, even if that wasn't particularly high on her list of priorities.

"I shall keep this brief, I intend to provide you to him. You understand, as a welcoming gift."

"You mean a sex slave?" Silena summarized in kind. Remembering the sweet, quite handsome guy, she had gotten to know over the past few years she found herself agreeing with Hades earlier skepticism. The only one more uncomfortable than the girl in such a situation would arguably be Percy. But perhaps he had changed, people tended to do that. Either case, she stayed silent about it.

"An immortal servant," Persephone corrected. "And a spoil of war to some extent, seeing as he hasn't yet claimed any. To look after the residence and address his needs. Though you certainly seemed to have understood the general idea. To summarize, your soul becomes his, and your reprieve from the underworld lasts only as long as your service to him. Your body is his to do with as he pleases."

Silena was not fooled in the slightest. While she could see Percy needing a private maid she knew that sex was at the center of this arrangement.

"Why me?" she asked quietly.

"You were hardly on the top of my list," Persephone agreed. "I considered a few possible candidates. Helen of Troy, and so on. The usual candidates."

"But in my case, no one would care...no gods could possibly take offense. Even my mother would hardly care," she replied.

"That," Persephone agreed, apparently pleased with her catching along fast. "And I hoped your previous association would motivate you to be especially generous."

"Generous?" Silena asked.

"If he desires to punish you, that is obviously his purgative as it would be any gods. But I imagine his needs will be a lot more simple. Entertainment, pleasure, and all the things that come along with that. Not that other females can't provide those, but you I hope can offer a more personal touch."

Silena stayed silent for a long moment, thinking about her options. Back when she had been alive, the idea of becoming some guy, even a cute ones sex slave, not as a play, but in real life, would have been horrifying. That had not changed at all, for the record. After spending who knows how long in the underworld, it struck her as a relatively small price to pay. So what if she had to play Percy Jackson's maid? So what if she would be expected to sleep with a guy she had fancied in the past, and maybe even end up pregnant? She and Annabeth had clearly categorized him as husband material, when he was fourteen, though she had early on ceded the field to Annabeth. Worst case scenario Percy had changed, he she would be knocked around a bit, though she very much doubted that, even if she was certain that their former friendship was wrecked beyond salvation. It certainly wasn't glamorous, but it was certainly preferable to her afterlife. In fact, just about everything was preferable to her version of the afterlife.

"So what do you need me to do exactly," she asked.

"Swear an oath to the river of Styx that you will be a loyal slave to Percy Jackson and not act against his interests. Before you agree, if you break your oath your life will be terminated and you will be returned to Asphodel or the fields of punishment, depending on your conduct."

"I'll do it then," Silena agreed, deciding on the spot that whatever things Percy Jackson might demand from her, it would be preferable to the underworld.

"I thought you would agree. Wait a moment while I summon Thanatos with his funny keys."

Silena woke up to a disturbance in the bedroom, the recollections of her dream still quite vivid in her memory.

Percy still lay right next to her so at first, she thought it had to be Juniper bringing them breakfast. No,... she realized. The steps were too heavy. "Good morning Annabeth," she groaned, risking as little exposure to the cold as possible.

"It's like eleven o'clock," she complained. "Why aren't you up yet."

"Long night," she grumbled into the blanket.

"Yeah," Percy agreed.

"Fuck it's cold here," Annabeth then complained and she heard the young woman undressing. "Scoot over!" Annabeth ordered, sitting down on the bed next to Silena.

"Annabeth!" Silena complained.

"Silena," Annabeth complained right back. "For a girl in my boyfriend's bed, you are complaining a lot."

Silena squealed in protest as Annabeth pulled the blanket open far enough to slip in herself, exposing her to the bitter cold to an unacceptable degree. It lasted mere moments as Annabeth slid under the blanket right next to her, wearing only a sports bra and panties.

"Girls," Percy groaned from his side of the bed. "Be quiet"

Turning onto her back, Silena realized her sore she was. Literally from her legs to her throat, every muscle in her body seemed to ache. "Damn Seaweed Brain, I encouraged you to embrace this harem thing but damn, what did you do with her? Silena looked like a strangled chicken," Annabeth joked from her other side as she cuddled up against Silena's side, leaving her feeling a bit like the sausage in a hotdog.

"So many things,..." Silena complained innocently. "So many things. The depravities..."

"I thought having a harem meant there wouldn't be so much complaining," Percy grumbled.

" I think that ship has sailed," Annabeth joked. "Way too lax on discipline. Though I see Silena got that collar on..."

Silena punched her pillow and heard her blush. She had almost forgotten she was still wearing it. "If I let you crawl to my other side, will you shut up?" Percy asked.

Annabeth took the deal and climbed over the two of them, accidently stepping onto Silena's hip in the process.

It was another hour before they finally left the bed, after making Percy leave the bed to close the window and turn on the heating. After eating a very late breakfast, which effectively meant lunch, Annabeth let Khione back out of her cage. It was fairly obvious that Annabeth was trying hard not to gloat at Circe still locked up in her cage. Fortunately, Percy had reluctantly agreed to take the collar off and the cold weather provided her with the convenient excuse of wearing a turtle neck that hid her hickey.

Percy Jackson

"Someone had a rough night," Annabeth muttered, poking at the marshmallow in her hot chocolate, as she snuck glances over at Silena who was limping around. She looked in the black leggings and tank top, very good.

"Jealous," Percy asked, digging into his own plate of waffles.

"No,.." she replied immediately, then seemed to reconsider before admitting, "Maybe a little bit," she then smiled.

"You need anything else?" Juniper asked, walking over to them.

"Not right now, Juniper," Annabeth replied kindly. "So, Seaweed Brain. I thought later you and I could go out for dinner with Sally. The little monster is going to be here very soon and I don't think we will have much time for something like this."

"Let me guess, you already made reservations and Sally is already invited."

Annabeth grinned innocently. "Maybe a little bit."

Just as Percy settled in for what would undoubtedly have been a calm and relaxing day Thalia's arrival announced trouble in paradise.

"Good afternoon Thalia," Percy greeted her brightly. "Oh, what's going on?"

"Nothing," she grunted. "Just wanted to know if I can have a word with Elsa and that hag downstairs?"

"Sure, why?" Percy asked. He wasn't actually worried Thalia might do something stupid but he was still responsible for both of them.

"Lady Artemis has just ordered me to lead part of the Hunt on a quest to track down Medea. Apparently, the lady has caused Zeus a headache and he wants her sent back down under. I have no clue where to start so Khione and Circe are as good a place as any," Thalia explained.

"Well, at least you weren't sent," Annabeth mused. "Wouldn't know where you would even put that crazy bitch."

Thalia cracked a smile, "Neither do we, but that is a concern for another day. If I get my way we'll just send her straight back to the underworld."

"Anything gossip on Artemis's spat with Hades?" Annabeth asked curiously.

Thalia shrugged. "Not really. They just keep on fucking with each other. It is getting rather annoying, to be honest."

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Percy Jackson

Ensuring that she minded her manners, Percy allowed Thalia to speak to his two guests. Circe, to no one's surprise, was less than helpful but it seemed as if Khione at least put in a good-faith effort to tell Thalia what she knew which granted wasn't much.

Before long though he found himself sparing with Annabeth. The daughter of Athena seemingly had lost none of her considerable potency and though Percy was pleased to find that he still had a distinctive edge on her in both skill and physical strength he still found her to be a formidable advisory in her own right. As Thalia sat on a weight bench and watched, he and Annabeth danced back and forth. Armed with blade and shield, they exchanged slashes and stabs while trying to outmaneuver the other. Percy liked to think that they were almost dancing. Not so much the blows, but the footwork, forcing them into slow circles as they maintained the contact. As they fought, he was aware of not only Thalia, but also Silena, Juniper, and Khione were watching.

With the audience in mind, Percy toned down in the aggressiveness while tuning up the flashiness of his moves. It was a mistake, as it turned out. The moment Annabeth realized he had started to fuck around, she let him find out.

Finding out meant that during a flashy slash, Annabeth swept in without any warning, kicking his legs out clean from under him and a moment later, as Riptide skidded from his grasp he found his left leg in a submission hold. While he was sure Annabeth would die for him, he was not surprised when she promptly forced the matter. He knew the daughter of Athena well enough to be certain that if the roles were reversed, Annabeth would tell him to break her leg without batting an eyelash. She would not be caught dead tapping out, ever. Only tickling could get her to do that.

With that in mind, and not wishing to find out how strong his godly joints and bones were, Percy did just the moment he realized she had him good.

For better or worse, the intended audience seemed entertained, with Thalia even grinning from ear to ear and even Khione cracking a frosty smile. Annabeth promptly released his leg and jumped to her feet. "Now you know who's in charge, go make me a sandwich boy!" Annabeth chanted, raising her sword to the sky in a victorious pose.

Taking the loss with grace but making a mental note to arrange some sort of payback down the line. "Um yeah, fair enough. Juniper, please go make a sandwich for Annabeth."

"Yes, Percy," Juniper promptly replied and hurried off.

"Hey!" Annabeth complained as her victorious grin faded. "That's cheating!"

Percy stuck his tongue out and picked up his sword as Thalia burst out into loud and boisterous laughter. "You walked into that one," Thalia wheezed, pointing at them. "By the gods, the two of you are a fucking mess Going to Tartarus? Harems? Physical combat? Netflix couldn't come up with shit like this!"

Soon Juniper came back with her Sandwich which Annabeth grudgingly accepted. Once they had showed Thalia out Annabeth stretched out her arms and yawned deeply. "Gotta go to a fucking construction site. Really don't want to, its so cold."

"Then just stay here," Percy suggested. "And be warm,...and pretty."

"What? Like a trophy architect?" Annabeth accused jokingly, grinning. "You just want to keep me in the house."

"Technically you are," Percy replied. "Not that you wouldn't make a great housewife."

Annabeth snorted, "That will be the day, Seaweed Brain?"

"Think about it," Percy joked. "You can wear pretty dresses, put on makeup, and bring me beer when I watch the Yankees play with the boys."

Annabeth gasped in mock outrage and was likely coming up with what would have been a pretty impressive comeback when Silena approached.

"While this is all very sweet I must cut in," Silena suddenly cut in.

Annabeth raised an eyebrow while Percy only stared at her expectantly.

"Is it possible that I steal Blackjack and pop by my fathers and then maybe camp. Haven't seen him in a while..."

"You do you," Percy replied promptly and earned himself one of Silena's quite breathtaking smiles. "You sure you want to fly in this weather though?" Percy added. "Mrs. O'Leary might actually be the more comfortable."

Silena scowled but then sighed. "You are probably right."

"I, as your master, am always right," Percy replied jokingly. "Do give your father my best."

Silena smiled sweetly. "I will."

Annabeth looked after her shaking her head slightly. "What did the two of you do last night?" she asked.

"A gentleman does not comment on such things," Percy replied smoothly and pulled the daughter of Athena closer to kiss her on the temple. Silena only rolled her eyes.

"I just remembered something," Percy announced and told Annabeth about the prayer he had gotten from Piper last night.

"We were studying around that time," Annabeth admitted. "Sure she wasn't fucking with you?"

"I doubt it, looks , sounded like she wanted to make out with you right there and then," Percy reasoned.

"I guess I'm flattered then," Annabeth said. "Hope it doesn't make us being roommates an issue though."

Percy hesitated for a moment. "You know, I'd be cool with you and Piper making out."

Annabeth pulled away and looked up at him incredulously. "You kidding?" she asked, her cheeks flaring up bright red which quite frankly Percy did not understand considering that three-way with Silena.

"Nah, you and Piper doing the kissing thing would be kinda hot..."
Then after a moment, Percy added. "Speaking from experience here, everyone should have a daughter of Aphrodite on retainer."

Annabeth laughed and Silena cleared her voice.

"In that note, I think will leave. See you this evening," Silena announced. After kissing Percy's cheek and giving Annabeth a quick hug she whistled and Mrs. O'Leary came bounding over.

After Silena departed into the shadows Percy stood there alone with Annabeth. "I really didn't notice," Annabeth mused to herself.

They noticed Juniper watching them from the courtyard where she was shoveling snow. "You, me, date night with a happy end?" Percy asked.

"Would love to, but Piper still needs help studying," Annabeth explained. "And I can't now, actually already running late. I'm supposed to be on a construction site." Percy sighed dramatically.

"Out of curiosity, you haven't actually done anything with Juniper?" Annabeth asked her eyes on the dainty four-foot-ten dryad.

"No," Percy replied.

"You know she has the hots for you?" Annabeth asked. "I get you not touching her before we opened things up but now it is and she's really cute and I know for a fact that Juniper has the hots for you."

Percy shrugged. "She's Groover's ex," Percy explained awkwardly.

"She's also one of your ladies, and don't know. Leaving her out while you rail Silena on the side. Sure, it is your choice but you did take her in knowing she wants you."

Percy stared out at her. "Are you trying to get me to fuck her or something?" Percy whispered.

Annabeth shrugged. "Dunno, it just looks like you are playing favorites. I get Circe and Khione, they don't want to be here. But Juniper, ...it could be taken as you not don't want her around?"

"I don't really," Percy admitted. "She pressured me into it. I know Juniper is pretty but it just feels weird."

"Well, Juniper is the one mopping your floors or bringing me Sandwiches while Silena gets the other side of the deal. And let's face it, these days Silena isn't really working herself to death."

"Fine, I'll think of something," Percy replied, asking himself why he was complaining about sleeping with what admittedly was probably most nerds dream girl, with her pointed ears and submissive personality.

"Good boy," Annabeth replied and then glanced back at him mischievously. "Doesn't have to be sex, but just keep that in mind to include her. Juniper is stuck here long term. And while that certainly is her own fault we don't need to be dicks about it."

With a heavy heart, Percy watched Annabeth walk away not too much later. When he headed back into the house he found Khione waiting for him. She leaned against the wall, loosely holding what looked like some romance novel in her hand, and looked at him expectantly.

"Now that Silena is gone, do you wish me to retire to my cell?" she asked.

"You can stay up here," Percy replied. "I trust you won't cause any trouble."

Khione lips curled into her trademark cool smile and slowly tapped her collar. "Even if I was willing to try, I am doubtful the consequences would be worth any gains made."

"If that is what keeps the peace," Percy replied evenly and spread his hands.

"The peace," Khione echoed as if the choice of words amused her. She turned around and proceeded back to the lounge where she had been seated, her feet bare on what was probably a rather cold floor.

With a sigh, Percy headed downstairs and checked on Circe. The sorceress in her orange camp half-blood shirt was as ill-tempered and bored as ever. As seemingly always the sorceress lay on he cot, staring at the ceiling. She did not bother looking over at him.

"You doing alright?" Percy asked.

She ignored him.

"You know, your behavior isn't helping your case," Percy offered helpfully.

Finally Circe glared over at him.

"Progress!" Percy thought to himself. She was now at least reacting to him.

"So all you do is stare at the ceiling?" Percy asked.

"If you like I can bring you something to entertain yourself? Books? A movie?"

Circe snorted derisively. "I have explored the arcane arts for millennia, delved into mysteries your little brain could not even hope to fathom. Do you think I would care for some novel? I am not some snow goddess that will spread her legs for some cheap comfort and distraction."

"I will take that as a no," Percy replied dryly. He did not bother to correct Circe on the Khione matter. Not that he would say it out loud but Circe struck him as quite underfucked. A healthy long overdue railing would probably improve her outlook on life. He did not voice that thought either.

Thinking to himself that he needed to find a viable long-term solution for Circe he left the sorceress to her own devices and returned upstairs with half a thought to maybe seek out Apollo when he noticed that at some point someone had turned the pool's thermostat up. The snow-covered inner courtyard was filled with thin vapor and the water had returned to a liquid state.

When Khione came into view Percy froze in his tracks. The goddess had disrobed and was now descending the
steps into the water. Her skin was as pale as the snow around her. She had curves and a nice ass though lacked Annabeth's or even Silena's muscle tonus. Her pail breasts were larger than Annabeth's, not that that was hard, and from where he was standing looked quite aesthetically pleasing. Though arguably she was a goddess so that is to be expected.

The moment lasted for only a moment before it was over and the goddess had fully submerged fully in the water before her head bobbed up through the surface again.

Percy tore his gaze away and spotted Juniper sitting at the lounge, listlessly flicking through the TV channels while wrapped in a thick blanket. His previous conversation with Annabeth and Silena came to his mind. It wasn't easy to see Juniper as anything other than his mate's ex. An ex that for some reason strong-armed herself into becoming his servant. Arguably she was cute,... very cute, despite lacking Silena's curves. Especially with her very short stature, petite build, and pointed ears. Not that elf girls were a particular kink for Percy, though he put it down as an overall plus simply because to him it was something of a novelty and it gave her already angular features and cut jawline a fine finishing touch.

When he sat down next to her Juniper's bright green eyes flicked over at him. "Percy," she greeted him, shivering slightly and wrapping the blanket around her even tighter if that was at all possible.

"We haven't really talked in a bit, you doing alright?" he asked.

"Winter wasn't this cold in Camp Half-Blood," she complained.

Percy grinned apologetically, "Well, we are on a mountain over New York City in the middle of winter. It's seventy degrees in here..., can't be that bad."

She looked at him mournfully, clearly just like Silena and to some extent Annabeth, Juniper considered the overall temperature to leave much to be desired for. "I can turn up the thermostat," Percy offered.

"That would be very nice!" she replied, her tiny little feet disappearing under the blanket as she pulled her knees to her chest.

Juniper glared over at the pool. "Must be nice not getting cold," she growled under her breath.

"It really isn't that bad," Percy assured her. "Weren't you fine earlier?"

The look that Juniper gave him offered a pretty good idea how dire she considered the temperature situation. Percy got up with a sigh and turned up the thermostat a few notches before returning to the couch. "It'll get warmer soon," Percy promised her.

"Thanks," she replied and offered him a small smile and held up one side of the blanket for him to join her under. For a moment Percy was once again reminded of the conversation he has just had with Annabeth and Silena, and then pondered whether Juniper was inviting him for his benefit or if she was trying to leach off his warmth.

After a moment of hesitation, he did join her and sure enough, he felt her scoot up against him. There was nothing sexual about it, more a purely utilitarian stealing of warmth. That much was confirmed when he felt Juniper's feet pushing up against his legs. Then, he had firmly set boundaries when Juniper had first moved in.

They watched the show for a while, though what it was, and what happened in it Percy could not recall later. How had he ended up in a reality where his girlfriend reminded him not to exclude members of his harem. He was just pondering how best to approach the topic without it feeling awkward. It had been so easy with Silena, she had literally led him to bed. And Annabeth, it was now obvious that she too had first set the stage.

What was the protocol of approaching a girl you had previously told to put some clothes on after she pranced around naked in front of you.

He was spared from making a decision just then when the door slid open and Khione stepped in. The goddess had already wrapped a towel around her waist and torso, though her long legs and enticing curves were still very much on display.

"I thought you'd be downstairs longer with Circe," Khione remarked almost casually and sounded quite at ease.

"No, just checked in on her," Percy replied.

"I hope you do not mind me taking advantage of the pool," Khione asked.

"You live here too, by all means," Percy assured her.

"Juniper, this might not be an ancient fjord but it would still not be the same pleasure if the resident dryad didn't join me," Khione offered. "Unless you have need of her, Lord Perseus."

"No, by all means, " Percy assured both of them.

"The water is warm, but everything else is cold!" Juniper complained.

"Would you join me, Perseus?" Khione asked.

Being invited to a swim by a beautiful goddess, it was tempting. But he knew if he got stuck here, he wouldn't get anything done for the rest of the day. "Sadly, I have things to do," Percy replied.

"Very well," she replied, not sounding too worried. "And if I leave, I'll need to escort you back downstairs."

Percy left Juniper without addressing any possible changes in he duty roster and headed out into the gently falling snow.

By chance, he found Annabeth's construction site. She was wearing an orange contraction site helmet and arguing with a Cyclops over what was probably some schematics while a bunch of other Cyclopes was working on what looked like a strange blend between an ancient Greek temple and mansion.

He did not bother her. Just as he began to make his to Apollo's residence though a familiar voice rang out in his head. "Ahm hi," his mother's voice rang out in his head. "Not sure if this is how this is supposed to work but I think I am in labor...Paul isn't here so could you and Annabeth maybe come by or something? Anyway thanks..."

Percy promptly turned around and ran back the thousand feet or so to Annabeth's construction site, drawing a few stares as he went. When he jumped over the fence Annabeth and the work crew looked at him as if he had gone insane.

"Mom just sent a message, she thinks she is in labor or something. You me, go now!" Percy panted.

Annabeth's expression changed from incredulity to concern. Showing off her habit of already planning a few steps ahead she raised to fingers to her lips and whistled sharply.

"Sorry guys, got to go. Family emergency," she yelled over at the workers. "Hold of on assembling the cross beams. I'll need to get some stats on that bronze. The ones I worked with had a lower carbon rate so this is gonna be softer, especially if it gets warm!"

"We can't continue until we install them," the leader announced gruffly.

Annabeth shrugged helplessly. "I understand that Pesomair, not my fault they send us the wrong fucking girders. You guys have off for the day until I can sort this out. Good on you for spotting it."

The Cyclops growled something about knowing his metals, which he clearly did.

As if waiting for a summons Blackjack swooped in between the rooftops and landed a few feet away from them. They mounted up as Percy hastily explained the situation and moments later Blackjack leaped into the snowy sky and then drove down towards the city.

When they knocked on the front door not even ten minutes later Sally looked surprisingly calm and put together. "Hey, baby! Annabeth! Thanks for making the time," she greeted them, clutching her stomach.

"Of course, Sally!" Annabeth replied immediately.

"Did you call the midwife already?" Annabeth asked.

"I couldn't fucking find one this short notice, at least not one my insurance would cover!" Sally complained.

"Mom!" Percy complained indignantly. "Language! Maybe you shouldn't be spending this much time with Annabeth!"

Sally actually laughed. "You think I got those words from Annabeth? You should have heard me when I had you."

"So? No midwife? What does that mean?" Percy asked uncertainly. Truth be told Percy had no experience or insight into the topic whatsoever, which was Ironic, he had to admit, because he had a harem and should really be ready for this kind of shit.

That steely cold settled into Annabeth's eyes that she always got when she committed herself to some fight, the outcome of which she considered doubtful at best. The daughter of Athena squared her shoulders and rolled up her sleeves. "Watched a few YouTube tutorials, I got this!"

"Sweetie, I love you like a daughter but just no, just get me to a hospital or something," she replied and then doubled over when what Percy assumed was a contraction or something hit her.

Percy held her upright by her arm, feeling rather useless. He exchanged a glance with Annabeth. Now that her initial bravado had been blunted, she was at a loss too.

Suddenly someone knocked on the door behind him.

"Who the fuck!" Annabeth cursed and opened it and found herself face to face with an auburn-haired girl in winter camo clothing and a bow strung across her back.

"Artemis?" Percy asked incredulously.

The silver-eyed goddess glowered up at him. "Thalia mentioned something about your mother not having a midwife?" she asked brushing right past Percy and Annabeth and approaching his mother.

"Lady Artemis," Sally asked, for once just as taken aback as he was.

"Goddess of childbirth, remember?" Artemis asked pointedly.

Sally looked doubtfully at the goddess, still in the form of a twelve-year-old girl. Finally, Artemis sighed, rolled her eyes, and snapped her fingers. In a matter of moments she aged a full one and a half decades and her hunting outfit was replaced by a set of glowing silvery and gray scrubs complete with three pens in her chest pocket, a fanny pack, and a clipboard with a collection of documents.

"I think this will work,..." his mother replied.

Artemis cracked a smile. "Now that this is settled I can tell you it isn't time yet. Your water hasn't even broken," Artemis replied.

Sally sighed in relief and dropped down on a chair. "You have my gratitude, Lady Artemis," Sally panted. "How could I ever repay you?"

Artemis winked. "Next time you make those cookies from last time, just chuck a platter into the fire."

"I will," Sally assured her.

"Now, I took the liberty to set up a care plan. I recall you have a history of preeclampsia in the family?" Artemis inquired calmly.

"How-?" his mother began to ask.

"My brother is the god of medicine," Artemis explained smoothly and smiled.

When Paul stormed into the living room, red-faced, and out of breath he found Artemis and his significant other merrily chatting away, with Annabeth and Percy sitting on the two-seat sofa looking somewhat deflated. After hyping themselves up for emotional excitement on the way down, this anticlimactic ending felt somewhat empty.

And as Sally and Artemis chatted away, with his mother having a hand resting on her stomach, about some program Artemis had set up for his mother Annabeth kept shooting these strange looks at him that made him fidgety.

"The baby?" he asked breathlessly.

"It's fine Paul," Sally assured him.

"Who is this," Paul asked, glancing at Artemis.

"I am the new midwife," Artemis explained and winked at Sally. "My name is Selene Kynigos, it is my pleasure to meet you."

The goddess rose and held out her hand. With a flash of silver light, an ID badge appeared in her hand.

"Selene Kynigos," he asked, his brow furrowed. "You were here with that Thalia girl a while ago, but you looked a lot younger." Then he turned pale. "Lady Artemis! Forgive my manners," he apologized after recognizing the goddess for who she was.

Artemis glanced back at Sally. "A perceptive one, isn't he?"

"He has his moments," Sally agreed innocently.

"I am the new midwife," Artemis explained, looking rather pleased with herself. "Goddess of childbirth and all. I have been doing this on and off for a few thousand years."

"So everything is alright?" he asked.

"It is," Sally confirmed gently and even Artemis cracked a smile. "False alert."

Percy's former teacher dropped down into the armchair with a deep sigh of relief.

"Are you okay, Paul?" Annabeth asked.

"Almost died twice on the way here," he explained. "The semiannual teacher's conference was a bust anyway, city cut half our budget so we are going to have to cut a community outreach program. After another look around Paul rose back to his feet. "Does anyone want tea?"

When they shook their heads Paul headed off into the kitchen.

Chapter Text

Silena Beauregard

Her visit to Camp Half-Blood ended up being less relaxed than she hoped it would be. As it turned out, now finally the younger half had caught up on exactly what her role in Percy's household was.

Little kids were monsters, she had known that since grade school. So while the more senior camp members hardly batted an eye apart from passing a few awkward, poorly timed jokes, mainly by the Stolls, the same did not count for everyone. Especially the younger male portion of the campers giggled and pointed when she passed.

One bold young son of Hermes, cheered on by his little mates, walked straight up for her and asked how much a blowjob from her would cost. After she told him it would be for free because he offered nothing to work with he had buzzed off red-faced. A good thing too because otherwise, she would have asked Percy to pop by and defend her honor. She might just be a lowly slave and he her master, but he was the man in her life, and letting him get away with anal had to count for something. At least none seemed to notice how she was still limping around or how sitting on a chair had become a mild issue.

What had offered somewhat of a surprise was her unannounced visit to her father. As it turned out he had company, the female kind over.

"Silena," her father exclaimed, looking somewhat uncomfortable and embarrassed when he saw her.

"Hey dad," she greeted him, holding her jacket close to her body.

"I hope you don't mind, I was in the area."

She hadn't been, but now that she was here she couldn't think of a good explanation to why she simply hadn't called ahead.

"Michael, who is it?" a women's voice asked from the inside.

"Oh, you have a visitor," Silena hissed, "Should I leave?"

"It's my daughter! She came by for a surprise visit" he called over his back.

"Well, let her in," the voice called back.

"Date?" Silena mouthed.

Her father nodded.

Just then a familiar brunette appeared at her father's side. "Gosh Silena, you look gorgeous!" her former English teacher greeted her beaming. "All of us at your old school are so happy that you woke up again."

Annabeth Chase

The outcome of letting Percy escort her back to her flat should have been obvious. She didn't know why but Sally's pregnancy was making her hormones go haywire. Part of her was tempted to forget the pill, or just ask Percy to knock her up. Crazy, perhaps, not that she was actually going to do it. So far she had minded her manners and behaved herself very well. But all this baby stuff was getting to her..

Once back at the flat Percy made the tactical mistake of slapping her ass as he passed her after closing the door. So arguably, she could not be held responsible for racing after Percy and poking his ass hard with a finger, knowing full well what the consequences would be.

Sure enough, five minutes later Annabeth found herself on her bed, on all fours, with her pants and panties pulled down to her thighs as Percy plowed through her, while playfully pulling on a fist full of hair as if they were a horse's rains. Foreplay had been completely skipped. The best part was that he probably assumed it was his idea.

Sadly though the fun ended when they heard the flat's door opening Percy was forced to promptly stop and they hastily pulled their pants back up.

They finally caught up with Piper in the kitchen as she switched on the coffee machine. "Hey," she greeted them casually, not betraying if she had heard them or not.

"How did it go?" Annabeth asked.

Piper scowled. "I did not know real estate would involve so much random bullshit. Plus Jason turned up."

Annabeth look surprised for a moment. "You guys back together or something?" Annabeth asked.

"Oh no," Piper hastily replied. "Just cleared the air a bit, you know, to make sure we are civil when cross paths at camp or something," Piper explained.

"You sure that is why he came by?" Percy asked thoughtfully.

"Huh?" Piper asked distractedly, looking up from Annabeth's prized coffee machine.

"Well, not that I am an expert in these things but you sure he wasn't trying to make up with you or something?" Percy pointed out.

Piper stared at him for a moment, her mouth opening and closing for a moment. "Uhm, I don't know," she admitted. "I don't think so... You think he may have?"

"Maybe, I don't know," Percy replied. He had never quite gotten the hang of Jason, and could only judge on his own accord. When he had visited Annabeth ulterior motives had definitely been in play though.

"Do you want it to have been?" Annabeth asked.

Piper thought about it for a moment. "Not really to be honest. I moved past that relationship well enough. We weren't like the two of you."

When the two of them looked at her with wide eyes Piper shrugged. "You two seem like soulmates. We never had any real story behind us if you know what I mean."

When they looked at he with empty expressions Piper shrugged. "Forget it, long story short Jason and I won't be getting back together I think."

"Sorry I guess," Percy replied.

"Don't be, there are plenty of fish in the sea. If I need a date, I'll just take my pick from Hollywood's most desirable bachelors. Some of them slip in my DMs."

"The horror," Annabeth replied, suddenly reminded of what Percy had disclosed to her concerning Piper's prayer. Percy granted permission to do stuff with Piper, frankly, she did not quite know what to make of that. Sure, the three-way with Silena had let her gain a very new appreciation for her own gender but she didn't yearn for Piper's touch the way she did for Percy. Obvious political consideration aside, the three-way with Silena had mainly been interesting because she wanted to offer Percy an unforgettable night and also do a friend a solid.

"So, I guess I leave you two to study then," Percy finally announced awkwardly. "See you tomorrow Wise Girl."

Percy Jackson

When Percy returned home Silena was yet to conclude whatever she was up to too. The sun had already set and as expected Juniper came out to greet him with a smile. "Percy, you have returned. I hope your mother is doing well."

"False alarm," Percy replied.

Juniper offered her sweet smile, "That is great, is there anything you need?"

Percy looked down at the dryad fondly, remembering the matter Silena and Annabeth had pressed earlier. He knew she'd almost certainly be up for it. And Percy had to admit that the short, daintily dryad in her much too large hoody over her chiton was awfully cute. One of his hoodies, he realized.

"You could draw me a bath," Percy announced and inwardly cringed. It had slipped out before he could stop himself and it was hardly a graceful move, especially because his intentions were so plainly obvious. Why Silena and Annabeth would consider this a smooth move was simply beyond him.

Why he had even considered their advice on this was beyond him. What was the phrase? You don't ask a fish how to catch a fish. You ask a fisherman. This was downright horrible advice.

But Juniper only smiled and nodded. "Would you like to take the bath now or later?" she inquired.

"In half an hour?" Percy suggested, quite confident that if she weren't his slave, she would have burst out laughing. "I want to kick back and relax."

"It will be ready for you,... Anything else?"

"I want you to attend me," Percy announced.

Juniper barely faltered. "I was hoping to meet up with a few of the nymphs..."

"Well, I have need of your service so you won't be able to go," Percy decided firmly. The dryad only nodded, grinning sheepishly.

Percy was quite sure that Juniper knew what role she would be playing, it would have been hard to spell it out any clearer.

As it turned out Juniper took his command to heart. When he entered his private bathroom half an hour later the large tub was filled with foamy, steaming water. The lights were dimmed, and a few small bowls with cut fruits and a glass of lemonade were on one of the counters. A strange aroma hung in the air, one that reminded him of gin for some reason. It had a forestry flavor, with a bitter sub-note, though it definitely felt refreshing.

She looked up from the towels she was just finishing folding and smiled, her elfish features drawn into hard relief by the dimmed light and the deeper shadows. Juniper had abandoned the hoodie, likely due to the warmth and humidity of the bathroom, and had stripped down to her chiton. Her hair, usually tied up in two braids now hung open.

"I am just about ready for you," Juniper announced when she saw him entered. "If it pleases you, you can already disrobe and get in the water," she said, no trace of that shy girl he had grown up with now visable.

Slightly embarrassed Percy did as she was told. His embarrassment had nothing to do with undressing in front of Juniper. He had done so in the past when using his pool or sitting in the sauna. Really, by now he was used to in dressing in front of the other gender, at least the ones he lived with. As he did Juniper regarded him with that same open curiosity. Not exactly lust, that would be the wrong word. He knew that look from both Silena and Annabeth.

With a deep sigh, Percy settled in the warm water and finally looked around at the dryad. "Juniper," he realized.

"Yes," she asked.

"I mean that smell," he explained, having finally placed the aroma.

Juniper blushed slightly. "I considered Lavender but she's a floozy."

A light green blush darkened hee cheeks.. "Forgive me, I just felt it fit better."

"I like it," he assured her and closed his eyes.

"So Lavender is a slut?" Percy inquired innocently, sensing some resentment on Juniper's side. He was quite proud of himself for picking up on it.

"Oh certainly," the dryad gossiped. "She was the first for half the Apollo cabin and a few other campers too. She wanted you too..."

"But was scared of Annabeth?" Percy asked. As it turned out the daughter of Athena had called dibs on him long before they had actually gone official.

"Well, she's currently entertaining the Lord of the Wild, so I think she got over you," Juniper replied, crossing her skinny arms.

Perhaps she was as tactless as he was but being reminded that the dryad used to be his former friend's girl didn't help with what has had her there for. He only knew that if Annabeth broke up with him and some friend of his ended up getting frisky with her, it would at the very least be the end of that friendship. Now that he thought of it, perhaps she was a bigger person than he was because she still warmly welcomed Silena back after the girl had started sleeping with him.

His hypocrisy also also wasn't lost on Percy, having gotten in bed with Silena at the first best opportunity after her former boyfriend had died while buying Percy the time to escape from the Princess Andromeda. But if Groover was landing on his feet?

What was he supposed to do? Force Juniper into celibacy? He couldn't let her find another lover, that would without any doubt backfire. Even the fact that Groover would never find out, either way, didn't help much.

"Would you like something to drink?" Juniper asked, offering him a glass of soda.

When Percy accepted it Juniper sat down on the edge of the large tub and turned on the bubbles. "Would you like me to give you a massage?" Juniper asked.

Percy only nodded and the dryad sat down behind him on the rim of the large tub with her legs crossed and her back up against the wall.

There was a surprising amount of strength in her small and delicate hands when she worked his shoulders and upped back and for a few minutes, he let her by before deciding that it was time to push the matter.

"I just realized I haven't actually taken the time to get a good look at you since you came here," Percy announced, certain that the naked part would be obvious from context.

"Would you like to?" Juniper asked, stopping with her massage.

"Yes, Percy replied, deciding to take the more dominant route. "Undress for me. You have been hiding breasts for far too long," he announced, fully aware that his earlier orders were the main reason for this.

She slid off the small surface and stood next to the pool within arm's reach of him. When he nodded at her encouragingly she let the shoulder straps flow down her slender shoulders and simply let the dress fall to the floor. He knew what to expect. She had a beautiful body, not sexy like Silena was, but still quite beautiful.

Despite her more timid nature she seemed perfectly at ease and did bother to try to cover herself as his gaze swept over her body.

Percy pulled a cut slice of Granny Smith apple from the bowl, his thoughtful gaze still upon her. "I definitely know what's for dessert," Percy announced, mainly to see if he could draw her out of her comfort zone.

Juniper actually blushed, and a mildly bemused smile curled her humble lips. "I honestly expected to be your breakfast quite a while ago."

Percy reached out and grabbed Juniper by the wrist and gently pulled, making her sit back down on the narrow stairs leading up to the rim of the tub. Deciding that a more dominant demeanor might mix better with Juniper's submissive personality. After he had snubbed Juniper when she had come on to him he had made sure she would never again have approached the subject. That did not mean she wouldn't let him do to her whatever came to his mind. Despite her innocent appearance he knew she wasn't a virgin and had at the very least one lover before coming to his service. So she didn't need to be treated like a raw egg. If it looked like she was uncomfortable he could still retrograde. Though dominant obviously did not mean rough or heavy-handed, a lesson he had learned from Silena.

"Yeah, I am certain you are going to miss your night out. Sorry about that," Percy said with a soft voice, the back of his hand brushing against the outside of Juniper's thigh.

Suddenly that musky forestry scent was back in the air, joining the aroma of Junipers. Objectively he knew that it was that thing Juniper had done a few months earlier. It almost threw him off his game... almost but not quite.

"What should I do with you?" Percy asked quietly. Juniper didn't reply, instead shivering when the back of his fingers stroked up her arm.

Percy tried to clear his mind, that scent was almost intoxicating. It was hard to stay concentrated, and the throbbing erection hidden away in the foam wasn't helping either.

Percy grabbed another slice of Apple and held it up to Juniper's lips. The dryad silently bit one half off and he ate what remained. Juniper made a face at the sour fruit and Percy couldn't help but chuckle at her expression.

"I could join you, wash you if you like?" Juniper offered quietly. "Isn't that why slaves bathe their masters?"

Percy shrugged and offered Juniper another slice of apple.

As she ate Percy pushed a few strands of Juniper's amber hair aside to unveil her modest breast. "Why have you been hiding them from me?" Percy asked quietly, letting the accusation hang in the air.

It was bullshit, of course, he had rebuked her once, and even after that Juniper had hardly hidden her body from him.

"They aren't much," Juniper replied, looking down at her chest and turning slightly to offer him a better view.

Percy was just about to reach up and touch them when someone knocked on the bathroom door. "Come in," Percy asked off-handedly and Silena stuck her head in and took in what Juniper had prepared, and Juniper herself sat on the bathtub's edge. Snowflakes still clung to her hair and her nose had turned red in the cold.

"Just wanted to let you know I'm back," Silena announced, her gaze flicking over the scenery, the undressed dryad, and him lounging in the foamy water.

"Okay, good to know!" Percy replied casually and Silena hastily left them alone.

After gently grabbing Juniper's wrist Percy pulled Juniper down into the water and onto his lap.

"Well, they are really cute and I like them," Percy replied, hooking his index finger under one of Juniper's small nipples and then letting it brush over her lush green skin. "They fit you."

Juniper placed a delicate hand on his chest, her fingers gently stroking over his skin. Deciding that he was fine with how things were going Percy proceeded to feed Juniper another piece of apple, letting her bite half of it before eating the other piece after quickly swallowing it Percy gently grabbed Juniper by the jaw, keeping her pinned in place, and then pressed his lips against hers.

Juniper looked up at him with wide green eyes when he broke lip contact and tucked her hair behind a pointed ear and then blushed again when he pulled her up against the chest.

Finally, after relaxing for another few minutes Percy decided to make his move and opened the bathtub.

"Time for dessert," he announced, nodding at Juniper to rise. After drying off he knelt down in front of the nature spirit and rose with her thrown over his shoulder and promptly carried Juniper back towards the bed, surprised by how light she was, and tossed her slender body down onto the mattress where she bounced twice with a shriek before coming to rest.

Percy lost no time and pulled Juniper a bit closer by her ankles and promptly spread her legs and grinned at her. To his mild disappointment, she didn't seem overly phased, at least not more than anything else had so far. She only stared down at him with that mixture of polite curiosity and mild apprehension.

Deciding to dedicate himself to his task Percy pressed his lips against her slender thigh and drew a line of kisses up. When he reached his destination Juniper's breath caught.

With practiced ease, Percy went to work in Juniper's clit. After a few seconds of dedicated work, he earned himself a first soft groan from Juniper's lips. He knew it wasn't fake from the way she pulled her feet closer and her knees angled inwards.

"Oh gods," Juniper breathed.

Biting back the temptation to drop a smart-ass comment Percy concentrated on his work, preying her legs further apart with gentle force and one of his hands sliding up her flat stomach and squeeze one of her flat breasts, not that there was that much to grope incidentally with Juniper's chest having a lot in common with the everglades, so in simpler words were rather flat,...and green.

"Percy, oh no!" Juniper whimpered when Percy doubled down on his efforts. When Percy absentmindedly began to probe her with an index finger Percy was surprised to realize how tight Juniper was, even tighter than Silena if that was possible.

"Oh gods, I am going to Tartarus for this," Juniper groaned as Percy played kept a steady pace, despite the understandable temptation to speed up or increase intensity in some way or form. It was, Percy assumed, a mistake many guys made.

Despite not being entirely corporeal Juniper tasted very similar to the two women he had tasted in the past. That glorious mixture of salt and irresponsibility. The latter, because as he coaxed expressions of pleasure from his partner, his friend's hurt and betrayed face kept rushing over his imagination. He pushed those aside though, he was yet to leave a woman wanting. He would not start with Juniper.

Patiently Percy prosecuted her G-spot with his index as he continued to tease her clit with his tongue. Juniper's hips bucked slightly and finally, she bit down on her hand to stifle her moans. finally, Percy broke away from between her legs and drew a line of kisses up her groin and across her flat stomach, simultaneously beginning to fingerfuck her while his lips found her nipples. Soon he added a second finger, working her vagina with cautious persistence. Her soft moans grew into squeals. With his body now mostly over hers, he was not surprised when Juniper's thighs clamped in on his lower arm and her small hands found his shoulders. Simultaneously his lips found their way up Juniper's neck. At long last, the song of Juniper's growing arousal was abruptly silenced when his lips pressed against hers.

So far, Percy thought to himself, things were going rather well though he made a mental note to put in some practice time with Silena. Then, as he pulled away to admire the sweaty, naked female below him, he thought to himself that putting a higher priority on his ability to get a woman off than his godly powers probably required a reevaluation of his priorities.

Finally, he got Juniper to climax. With his tongue and fingers both occupied downstairs he immediately pulled his finger out and slipped a lower arm under her head and allowed Juniper to ride out her climax at her own pace. She came to rest, panting heavily and covered in sweat.

"You okay there?" Percy asked and Juniper grinned up at him sheepishly.

"That was,... new," she admitted, grinning sheepishly and pushing her long hair from her face.

"Yeah, you look cute when you climax," Percy announced, and stroked the side of her cheek.

Juniper blushed deeply again and finally sat up, brushing her hair from her face once again. "Thanks, I guess. So now?" she asked.

"Can you still make it to that meet-up with your friends on time?" he asked grinning.

"I think so yes,...I thought you wanted to spend the night with me?" she asked quietly, blushing even deeper.

"I just wanted to eat you for dessert," Percy corrected her and kissed the top of her head. "And you were delicious."

"Oh," Juniper said, clearly trying to hide her disappointment. For a moment Percy considered going for it anyway, she was in his bed, naked, after he had brought her to climax. Then he thought better of it, hoping that the experience would leave her hungry for more, and some teasing might offer him a much more interesting closing of the deal.

"You didn't enjoy yourself?" Percy asked softly, his lips close to her ear.

"Oh, I did," she hastily admitted. "By the gods, that was amazing."

Percy kissed her on the lips one last time. "Then don't look so disappointed. Now, have a fun evening with your friends, and thank you for the bath. I feel amazing."

Chapter Text

Percy Jackson

"Brah, I know my abs are divine but you need to concentrate," Apollo declared.

"Concentrate on not thinking?" Percy asked incredulously.

"Yes," Apollo explained, clearly happy that he seemed to understand. "It's like a state of mind thing. Move without thinking. Kinda like that..."

"I don't do mushrooms," Percy defended himself.

"It's not like mushrooms, Dude!" Apollo explained. "That would be antipsychotics, brah. You know, dopamine and serotonin antagonism!"

"Mind-enhancing substances aside," Artemis summarized from the pillar she was leaning against. "My brother is essentially right. You are not entirely corporal, the reason why you stay in a physical form is simply a matter of habit. In a way, it is the exact opposite of you applying your powers as a demigod, or even today for that matter. There, you exert your directed intent to subject the material universe to your will in a limited manner."

"Yeah, what she said," Apollo agreed with his sister. "That being said, used to take mushrooms with these girls in Delphi..."

"Brother, must we indulge in tales of your exploits?" Artemis asked pointedly.

"Oh yeah," Apollo admitted apologetically. "Off-topic."

Artemis slowly walked up to him. "Empty your mind, Perseus. Just be in that circle, don't think about it."

"Yeah, this is bullshit," Percy announced, his frustration growing with every passing minute in which he stared at the illusive chalk circle drawn on the marble tiles ahead of him.

"It is not, you have done it before from what Thalia has told me," Artemis pointed out.

"I don't know what I did there," Percy argued. "It just happened!"

"Maybe, baby sister, Lord Perseus is simply atrocious at being a god," Apollo mused. "The common peasantry already whispers of an unduly casual relationship between him and his court."

"Brother!" Artemis complained. "Do you not think it is admirable? Can you claim your women's genuine affection?"

Apollo shrugged. "I wouldn't know, I'm usually doing all the talking," Apollo explained with a grin. Percy wasn't sure if Apollo realized that this was less of a flex than he thought it was, or if the god was just being ironic.

"Now, just do it, Percy. Really isn't that hard!"

Percy sighed deeply and finally, Artemis stepped into the temple's center aisle and strung her bow.

"Ahm, Artemis?" Percy asked watching the goddess skeptically.

"How do mortals teach their children how to swim again? Toss them in the deep end?" Artemis asked and notched an arrow with swan feather finds and a glowing solver tip that had only just appeared in her hand.

"Not very nice parents," Percy replied as she raised the bow. "Learning how to swim is supposed to be fun and safe."

"Oh," Artemis replied apologetically and pulled the string back, and aimed square at his chest.
"Wouldn't know, haven't had any children."

"Artemis?" Percy asked, starting at the glowing arrow tip wearily.

Artemis smiled and let the arrow fly.

The arrow struck him in the left shoulder and his left shoulder exploded in pain. "Really want to be there when the next arrow hits?" she asked, a second arrow already leaving the string.

Years of training allowed him to sidestep the arrow, letting it miss him by just a hair's width to strike and destroy what looked like an antique vase behind him.

"Not bad," Artemis admitted. "But the wrong kind of evading, don't you think?" she asked before letting loose another arrow that struck his other shoulder.

"Fuck!" Percy cursed when his other shoulder was impaired. "Stop it!" he complained.

Artemis grinned at him and raised the bow again, only to have Apollo raise a stalling hand. "Sister, as much as I enjoy seeing you finally taking your shot at one of Olympus's hottest eligible bachelors that isn't me I don't think this is working."

"You think?" Percy groaned and pulled the narrow-tipped arrow from his shoulder and tossed it aside. Golden ichor seeped from the remaining wound and Percy pulled the second one. Fortunately, Apollo snapped his finger and his wounds promptly closed.

"What was that about?" Percy explained and Artemis shrugged. "Thought the extra motivation would help."

"It didn't!" Percy complained indignantly, already not looking forward to having to explain to Silena why there was blood all over his shirt.

"Bugger," Artemis replied, not sounding sorry at all though. "It was worth a try though."

"Not really!" Percy complained.

"Well, if my help isn't needed I will go do something more productive with my time!" Artemis announced with played indignation.

"Why are you here anyway?" Apollo joked.

Being the wise, mature, and ancient goddess she was, Artemis flipped Apollo off before leaving the temple.

"Annoying sisters aside," Apollo muttered, "Back to the matter and hand."

"Not making much progress," Percy summarized and Apollo shrugged. "You've only been at this for a few months. Really mastering and discovering your powers can take centuries."

"Sounds encouraging," Percy grunted and earned a chuckle.

"You've got time man, nothing but time. You've been getting prayers yet?"

"Oh, yeah," Percy admitted, thinking back to Piper's incident, then of his even more recent one from his mother. "Though not really conventional prayers, .. More like private messages."

"Yeah, don't really have the pull yet. They don't really see you as a member of the pantheon yet, then you don't have a domain yet either so you won't get your cut from the mortals. Enjoy the peace and quiet while you can. How about something easier? Swordplay? Should be right up your alley."

As it turned out it was. Where is teleporting abilities were severely lacking, Percy was more than capable to match Apollo's spear and shield against his shield and sword.

Finally, he took his leave and left the sun god's temple and head back into the divine city. Despite the Cyclops's regularly shoveling the snow, he still sank ankle-deep into fresh powder, the frozen crystals slipping into his sneakers. It was very uncomfortable and he might have taken persona had the technically responsible goddess not been an involuntary guest at his residence, completely incapable of using her powers. No, he only had his laziness to blame and not bothering to put on boots because he would have had to tie shoelaces.

"Hey, Percy!" someone called from behind him. "Not so fast! Wait!"

Percy turned around and spotted Katie, the daughter of Demeter, followed by Travis trying to catch up with him.

He turned to face them and waited as they caught up with him.

"Sup?" he greeted them.

"Not much, we're here with a few Campers. Hey listen," Katie began and glanced back at Travis who nodded encouragingly.

"Did Silena tell you what happened at camp?" Katie asked cautiously.

"No, why?" Percy replied.

"Well, everyone knows about how she's your slave and stuff so some of Travis's brothers kinda heckled her over it. You know...made some inappropriate suggestions and stuff. She handled it great, just wanted to let you know that Travis handled it. So you don't have to come down and smite them or something."

"Wait...what?" Percy asked confused.

"Yeah," Travis assured him promptly. "Teamed up with Clarisse. We waterboarded one of them at night, another got one of Clarisse's famous summary swirlies, and we sent the rest of them to the infirmary after they had the honor to volunteer for border patrol during capture the flag. It won't happen again."

"Good to know I guess. She never mentioned something happened, I'll have to talk to her about it when I get home. You think she took it badly?" Percy asked, trying to recall if Silena had seemed overly upset. He didn't think so, but they hadn't talked much that day either.

Katie shrugged. "Well, she delivered a pretty dope one-liner but I'd definitely be. So, you won't dish out any divine judgments or something?"

"Looks like you already took care of it," Percy reasoned though made a mental note to interrogate the daughter of Aphrodite later and his previous annoyance with his lack of quick progress was forgotten for the time being. "How are things at camp, it's hard to keep track of things."

"Well, I imagine you are quite busy," Travis reasoned, which for the record Percy wasn't. Truthfully, for a god he had surprisingly little to do, hence probably having the time to plan out what he might get up to with the women in his life.

"Yeah," Percy agreed. "Who, else is here?"

Katie shrugged. "Oh, you know. The usual crowd. Lou, Clarisse, Chris, Will... . Oh and Conner is running around somewhere here too," she elaborated.

"Well, feel free to pop by later," Percy invited them.

They parted ways and finally, Percy reached his blissfully warm home just in time to find Silena, Khione, and Annabeth sitting down in the lounge for a hot chocolate.

"Ladies," Percy greeted them, stole a quick kiss from Annabeth, and planted one of his own on Silena's forehead.

"What happened to you," Annabeth asked when Percy took his coat off and she saw that his short was holed and spoiled with golden ichor.

"Artemis tried to motivate me," Percy explained and Annabeth grinned.

"Did it work," she asked jokingly.

"Nah," Percy replied hastily.

Suddenly Khione stepped in, holding a pot full of steaming red liquid with Juniper on her heels who held another few empty mugs.

"What is this?" he asked.

"Mulled wine," she explained as if it were obvious.

"Oh," he replied and glanced at Silena who only rolled her eyes. "Relax Percy, not gonna overdo it. It is winter, hey apparently the Europeans start drinking this stuff at fourteen or something along those lines."

"Wait," Annabeth cut in. "Doesn't the heat make the Ethanol hit the system even faster and harder?"

Khione shrugged, "Considering this is apparently a german thing, I assume that is the point."

Percy sighed and gave Silena his best stern look before deciding to leave the girls to themselves. Considering he owned most of them, they'd probably have a much more relaxing time without him. During his past two wars and in movies, he had never really understood why leaders didn't get close with their subjects. Sticking with his people had always served him well, and it fostered loyalty. Then, he had always played the role of a champion, like Achilles. Not that of one of a military commander like Annabeth had been.

Slowly though, he thought to himself grimly, he was beginning to understand the other side, even if it was probably only because he didn't want to spoil their fun. Probably, the power dynamics, Percy reckoned to himself grimly. It did strike him as somewhat ironic though that this was the setting to teach him this, not the wars he had waged in the past.

"Well girls, enjoy yourselves!" Percy declared. After putting on a new shirt and pulling on a coat, he headed back out into the falling snow.

As it turned out though, what he assumed would be a quiet evening was swiftly escalated when he got an Iris message and ten minutes later Annabeth, Silena, and himself headed down into the mortal city below where they found Paul waiting outside the delivery ward.

"So, this time is for real?" Percy asked.

Paul, pale, and weary, rose to his feet in the waiting form. "I think so, Lady Artemis is in with her right now."

"Hey losers, Sally finally pushing out the little brat?" a familiar voice demanded and a moment later Thalia came stalking in, kicking aside a trashcan as she entered the waiting room in the most douchebag way possible.

"Sounds like it," Annabeth confirmed. "So Paul, your mother coming down here?"

"You have a mother?" Percy asked. He had, but Percy had never really considered the matter, and he was surprised that the matter had never even come up.

Paul chuckled. "Yes, Percy. I have a mother. My father died in Vietnam when I was very young."

"I see," Percy replied. "Well sorry."

"Long time ago," Paul assured him and then grinned. "Well, on the bright side my mother is going to have to pay up. She said I'd end our bloodline."

Percy grinned and offered a fistbump which Paul happily accepted and then leaned back.

Suddenly Artemis stepped in from a set of metal double doors, back to wearing her scrubs. "So, Mr. Blofis. Looks like we are well on track, if you like you can come in. We are getting to the screaming part."

Grinning madly Paul jumped to his feet and hurried after her. "How long?" Percy asked curiously.

Artemis gave him a long, tired look. "I have been the goddess of childbirth for a while now,...and I don't have a fucking idea. Few hours probably, maybe more. Sit tight, Perseus. Thalia, try to keep your cousin out of trouble."

Paul quickly followed the goddess into the labor ward leaving him alone with Annabeth and the huntress.

"Oh, just remembered. I've been meaning to give this to Silena for almost a month but kept forgetting. Could you hand this to her?" Thalia asked, handing over a dark slip of paper with a red script printed on it.

"What is this?" Percy asked consed.

"A ticket to Clarisse's first big MMA tournament... She wanted to surprise Silena with it," she announced. "She is really excited."

"Damn," Percy announced and accepted it. "Of course. I promise."

Thalia grinned and then gave him a conspiratorial look. "Damn, that girl is an absolute monster. Bulked up to two hundred ten pounds. To qualify she mauled some Trans girl with twenty pounds on her. Poor girl didn't know what hit her, she's still in a coma."

"Well," Annabeth announced grinning. "Definitely going to get a ticket for that. No idea how that slipped past me. I am so happy she is getting ahead in life."

"I am the corner girl," Thalia announced proudly. "Been training with her regularly too."

"Wait!" Annabeth said, her grin fading. "Why didn't she ask me? I regularly beat her in hand to hand and wipe the floor with you these days in hand to hand."

"First of all, you don't," Thalia corrected her, though having watched Annabeth consistently KOing the daughter of Zeus during friendly sparing sessions he had to disagree. "-and you are a lot bigger and heavier than me. Like have you looked at your shoulders?"

Annabeth scowled at this and Thalia stuck her tongue out. "-and you haven't been available in the past few months."

"Neither have you," Annabeth complained indignantly.

"Plus your reputation as camp's Implacable Shield Maiden has taken somewhat of a hit, though of course, they are all too chicken to say it to your face," Thalia added. "Not that Clarisse believes that of course," she then hastily added.

"Wait,..." Annabeth growled, her gray eyes turning a concerning shade stormier. "Why?"

Thalia grinned at her. "Well Barby, you did kind of jump feet first into a harem... . So people gonna gossip. Don't worry,.." she added when she saw Annabeth's rapidly deteriorating expression. "Mainly Drew and some of her crowd. Though honestly not sure if they are just jealous."

Annabeth exhaled deeply and throw Percy an accusing look that made him sure he was going to pay for it in some way or form.

"Anyway, this is securing Clarisse her scholarship so she is kinda stoked," Thalia announced.

"Before this gets out of hand, can we remember why we are here?" Percy asked patiently and that promptly shut both of them up.

"So you are going to be a big brother?" Annabeth mused, nudging him with her elbow.

"Yeah," Percy agreed.

"That sounds horrifying," Thalia commented drily.

Just to get back at Thalia he leaned over to Annabeth. "She thinks I will be a bad brother? Just wait until I baby-trap you and going to have to be a father?" he whispered not so quietly.

Thalia's motioned poking a finger down her throat as if to puke. He expected a sharp-tongued comeback from Annabeth but to his surprise, the daughter of Athena only blushed deeply and hid her face behind a few strands of her rather quickly growing hair.

"You okay," Percy asked, placing a hand gently on her knee.

"Baby trap me?" Annabeth coughed while Thalia pretended to gag violently.

"Of course, where else will I find a hot blond to disapprove of my life choices?" Percy teased, gently snaking an arm around his waist and pulled her closer.

"You two are the worst," Thalia declared. "Like literally the worse."

"So," Percy asked conversationally. "What are the chances we get jumped by monsters while we wait here?"

"Without you and Artemis here, probably really high," Thalia mused. "And I've always wanted to have a proper fight in a hospital. Though with you and Artemis here they'll probably stay away."

Fortunately, the wait was not too long. Only four hours later the door opened and Artemis returned and glanced at her Leuitenant questioningly. "Of, I am here for any cookies Sally might have."

"Why would she have them in the hospital?" Artemis asked and Thalia only shrugged. "Why does she always have them when I happen to come by? Either she constantly has cookies on Alert 5, or she has abilities she has not disclosed to any of us."

"Whatever, you three follow me. We're done for now," she announced.

"Wait, she's already here?" Annabeth asked.

Had Percy been paying closer attention, he would have picked up on that cue.

"Oh yeah, went smoothly, then Sally has given birth before," Artemis reasoned. "Now up you go!"

They followed the goddess into the room where Sally lay on the bed with Paul sitting on a chair next to it, holding her hand. While Paul looked exhausted, Sally looked like she had just survived a fight for her life. She was completely spent.

"Hey, Percy! Annabeth! Oh and hi Thalia!" she greeted them weekly and waved.

"Where is,..."

"Getting checked up by the Pediatrician," Sally explained, suddenly looking nervous.

"It's fine, he will be back momentarily," a nurse who was just throwing away red-stained towels and clothes.

Suddenly the door opened again and a young doctor with blond curles stepped back in. Despite the late hour, he wore flashy shades.

"Apollo?" Artemis exclaimed indignatly. "You know I don't need your help."

"No problem, sis," the god announced, flashing a pearly white smile at the room. "Couldn't let some resident mess this up. So Ms Jackon, NIPE is looking good. As an actual doctor," he announced, grinning at his sister. "I can assure you that you have a one hundred percent healthy daughter. Polina is an amazing name if you are still looking."

"We have already chosen one," Sally assured the god, seeming a lot less phased by the god's presence than Paul, who just seemed to at least finally understand who the crazy doctor was and was gaping at Apollo, or the baby with an open mouth.

"Brother, stop trying to trick women into dedicating their children to you and give them the baby unless you want me to let the Lord of the Deep find out about this."

The threat of Poseidon seemed to be enough to convince Apollo to carefully hand the baby, wrapped in a blanket, over to Sally, and then excuse himself.

"Forgive my brother, should have known he wouldn't be able to resist," Artemis said and slowly walked over.

"Forgive me, my Lady. I should have been more cautious," the nurse apologized.

"You kids want to meet her?" Sally asked, nodding them over. They awkwardly did and after Paul and Sally started at the bundle with awestruck eyes Sally handed the bundle over to her husband who rocked it for a few minutes. Next to him, Annabeth had begun fidgeting around, confirming once more that ADHD did not care about timing.

"Percy, you want to hold her?" Paul's voice pulled him from his thoughts.

"Ahm sure," Percy said and gingerly accepted the bundle and held it in the crease of his folded arms. Next to him, Annabeth was visibly bouncing as she leaned over to get a look. He looked down at the tiny sleeping girl. Her face, still red and swollen,... well people said all the time that newborn babies were beautiful and everything but from a purely aesthetic point of view, he really didn't see it.

Suddenly the baby's dark blue eyes snapped open and regarded him with considerable confusion and for a moment the two of them stared at each other. Then the girl closed her eyes again and she began crying, her eyes suddenly bulging out sideways in a manner that reminded him of that sloth from Ice Age.

"Ahm," Percy asked, looking helplessly from his mother to Paul, Artemis, and Annabeth. The daughter of Athena was now only staring at him with wide, depraved eyes, her fists curles under his chin. Paul and Sally were only smiling at him.

"Help?" he asked and Artemis came over.

"It's fine," Artemis announced and relieved him of his burden with practiced elegance and returned the bundle to Sally, leaving Annabeth looking slightly crestfallen. "It's a newborn, they are about as interactive as an amoeba."

"She looked at you," Annabeth announced, breathless from excitement, and even Thalia was looking at her old friend with mild concern. "Her eyes are gorgeous."

Back in her mother's arms, the bundle quieted down again.

"Annabeth," Sally asked smiling, "Would you like to hold her?"

"Yes, please," Annabeth hastily replied, her voice an octave higher than usual, and hurried over to his mother and then very carefully accepted the bundle.

Finally, Thalia joined Annabeth, grinning from ear to ear.

"By the gods, she is cute," Thalia admitted.

"What is her name?" Percy finally asked. "Estelle," Paul declared proudly. "So, you are now a big brother."

"I guess I am," Percy agreed, a grin spreading across his face.

Chapter Text

Percy Jackson

Percy woke up to something warm and wet bobbing up and down his morning wood. He groaned as his conscious mind wrested for control of his body.

"Annabeth?" he asked though it felt wrong, the daughter of Athena was not that good.

Despite having originally planned to return to the city that evening due to plans in the morning after finally leaving the hospital she had tagged along with him for what had ended in some pretty amazing lovemaking.

Those sweet lips disappeared from his manhood. "Annabeth left thirty minutes ago, and asked me to prepare you breakfast," a familiar voice greeted him.

For a moment he asked himself if being woken up by impromptu blowjobs crossed any lines but then decided that considering mere days ago he had woken her up for what could only be described as rather rough sex it was fair game. She wore a dark blue turtleneck that went well with her eyes. For a moment Percy asked himself if he was even in the mood, then decided that it hardly mattered either way.

"Did she tell you to suck me off too?" he asked, looking down at the young woman and realizing she had also brought a tray with breakfast to the bed and placed it next to him.

"No," she admitted, holding his length in one hand, and grinned. "That was all me... . So, I heard you're a big brother now! Congratulations!"

"Yeah, pretty much," Percy confirmed.

"That's awesome. Now eat, while I take care of you."

Silena had made bacon and eggs, and it smelled pretty damn awesome, plus Silena was as hot as ever, so he promptly complied. It wasn't every day that you got to eat breakfast while a beautiful woman, kneeling next to you as she bowed over his lap to suck his cock and it was surprisingly hard to concentrate on the food. He couldn't see much of his woman though, only the back of her head. The daughter of Aphrodite took her time. It was probably the best breakfast he had ever had. As she worked Percy was tempted to address the incident she had at camp, though decided that it was bad timing.

When he set the plate aside Silena finally pulled off his length and looked up at him while slowly jerking him off. "What did I do to deserve this?" he asked curiously.

She grinned at him. "Do I need a reason to show you a good time?" she asked. "Plus you've been holding out on me ever since you fucked my ass."

She cocked her head and gave him that playful smile.

"You certainly can," Percy announced, deciding that being woken up with a blow job and breakfast ready was to be considered a good thing.

"But now your gonna have to let me have sex with you," he then decided.

"Good, because I've been horny all morning," she promptly announced. "And let's face it, my options are limited."

She claimed into his lap and looked down at him intensely. "Give me the dick, I want it," she warned, gently pushing him back until she had him straight on the lips.

"Hey," Percy chided her.

"The dick," she announced earnestly. "Annabeth is hoarding the only one available, believe me, she elaborated at breakfast this morning," Silena purred. For a woman her size, it was impressive how she kept him pinned in the manner she did. "... in excessive detail,.. now give me the D."

"Fine!" Percy laughed, earning himself one of Silena's dazzling smiles. "Good boy," she announced and sat upright as she straddled him.

"Well, you are already on top so get those titts out so I have something to look at," Percy suggested and folded his hands behind his head.

"Well,..." Silena replied. "I guess that would be fair."

The daughter of Aphrodite promptly lost her top. She hadn't put on a bra yet, and a smile spread across his lips as her breasts fell free, hanging down over him like some glorious bells. The sizable hickey, slowly taking on a greenish shimmer, still sported on her neck.

"I don't think I'll ever get tired of these," Percy admitted, grabbing both of them.

"If you do, I'm failing at my job," she reasoned and kissed him and leaned down to kiss him on the lips hard.

Resting his hands on her slender waist, he simply let Silena take the lead. She did just that, keeping him rather occupied for a few minutes until she climbed off him just long enough to kick off her leggings. Just like her bra, her panties defied themselves by their absence.

"Came prepared I see," Percy pointed out.

"Unlike some blond, we are both acquired with I don't get thrown over a hot guys shoulder and carried off to bed," Silena pointed out amused.

"That point makes like no sense," Percy replied. "And I literally took advantage of you two days ago," Percy reasoned, sitting up.

"Not the same," Silena argued as she clambered back onto his lap and pressed her lips against his and went back to kissing him with considerable enthusiasm before rising to her knees only to hurry his face in her breasts warm embrace.

There were worse places to be.

"So, you slept with Juniper?" she said once releasing him and pushing him back loop down on his bed.

"Ate her out, you sure you want me to be thinking of Juniper right now?" he asked and Silena laughed. "Probably not. So dad invited me to spend New Year with him. I said I'd have to ask you..."

Percy stared her straight in the eyes. "Oh yeah, that is tomorrow," Percy realized. "Wait, did you really wait until you were naked on top of me until asking?"

Silena offered him her best dazzling smile and for a moment he was thrown back to when he and Silena had actually done it for the first time.

"Yeah, fine as long as you stop messing around and get going," Percy ordered as if Silena hadn't been the one to initiate.

She only grinned down at him lazily and began to do those pelvic rolls that seemed so much more elegant than bouncing around on his cock. As if to even improve the view, she reached behind her head with both hands, drawing attention to her chest in a rather spectacular manner.

Noticing his gaze, Silena grinned to herself and then sped up her ride before leaning forward to kiss him. His hands coming to rest on her hips, and he resisted the urge to meet her thrusts and let her put in the effort. She had started it after all and quite frankly Percy was still sore from last night.

His lover did not disappoint though and for the next two minutes, both of them were entertained. Neither of them actually came there, but it was still a pretty decent way to start off the day, and even that Silena fixed after spending ten minutes kneeling in front of him in the shower.

The day passed in a blur. His usually very relaxed day was split between visiting his mother, his training, and spending time with Annabeth, while also not ignoring his other roommates. Buying snacks, drinks, and fireworks for a small new year party with Thalia somehow ended up being the day's highlight. Apart from the fact that half the hunt seemed to have invited himself to his until then unplanned party, it struck Percy how well he and Thalia got along when it was just the two of them. Juniper seemed to have a hard time meeting his gaze despite constantly being around him when he was at home. The joke was on her, he planned to move forward to her when she didn't see it coming. Otherwise, it would simply be too easy, and quite frankly felt something of a disservice to her.

Piper Mclean

Annabeth's enthusiasm for Percy's little sister took Piper aback. To Piper at least, it seemed fairly obvious that the topic was very much on Annabeth's radar It didn't fit at all with the impression Piper had gotten of the blond over the past two especially considering Piper, who considered herself far more girly, was happy to stay an arm's length away from any goblins for the foreseeable future, much less have any of her own. Truth be told, she didn't know if she'd ever want children.

With Silena aka Percy's maid/home manager having left that morning, it fell to her to help Percy and Juniper in the kitchen and to set up the evening. Annabeth was too preoccupied with sticking to her probably future mother-in-law's side, fawning over little Estelle, to be of much use.

So just as she bowed down to help Percy set up when Thalia pulled her aside. "Heads up, Jason is coming by later this evening. Sent a message just before I got here," Thalia warned quietly. For a moment Piper asked herself why on earth she and Jason would be talking, and then remembered that they were actually siblings. How that slipped her mind, she did not know.

"It's fine," she assured Thalia. She wasn't lying, while she very much cared for Jason, she had moved on from their relationship, with nerdy and dangerous blonds to entertain her idle thoughts.

Suddenly Piper's phone rang to the tune of Ride of the Valkyries, something that immediately earned her an accusatory glare from every demigod in the room. Yes she owned one, and when she was somewhere unsafe it was usually turned uf. But what the fuck was supposed to happen on Olympus? And Annabeth? Piper knew for a fact that Annabeth owned one of her own.

Piper rolled her eyes in the best imitation of Drew and walked away from the party preparations and took the call.

"Hey dad," she greeted her father.

"Ah Piper, finally reachable. How are you doing?" he asked.

"Keeping busy with school. You know, no time to be a teenage delinquent anymore," she teased her father, a small grin appearing on her lips.

"Piper,.." her father chided, and even through the phone, she could hear his disapproval.

"I swear," she pushed on. "Haven't stolen anything," she assured her father.

"Well, at least that is something. Are you keeping up in school? I talked to a friend of mine, he said he could get you into Harvard."

Piper put it off with a laugh. "Dad, I am fine. College is fine, I have a huge nerd for a roommate." She did not say much more, still not quite sure how far her father was in the loop about the Greek god's thing. She didn't put it past Aphrodite to come back for round two with her father like some divine wrecking ball and this time play with open cards.

"Letting her do her homework?" he asked, a note of disapproval entering his voice.

"Oh no, she is just violent and will beat my ass if I don't study," Piper assured him.

"This is that Annabeth Chase girl you talked about? I think I met her father at this fundraiser. He's a professor at West-point, right?" her father asked and Piper froze, her gaze shifting over to Annabeth.

Their father's meeting sounded like just about the worst thing that could possibly happen.

"Ahm, maybe..." she replied. "Not sure."

"And I hope you were joking about the violent part," her father added.

Piper glanced over at the blond and lied. Percy was more or less a one-man army, but his companion was in her opinion in desperate need of a therapist.

"Anyway, the main reason why I called you is that I was invited to take part in a new project that has the potential of becoming really big," he announced.

"Hey! That's great!" she congratulated him.

"Like Star Wars or Harry Potter big," he added helpfully. "Read the script, it is really good. The thing is, the main cast is a father-daughter duo. Now, before our producers start inviting the usual lineup for a casting he suggested that you would be well suited for the role. I for my part agree."

"Wait,..." Piper exclaimed. "You are inviting me...no! I thought you didn't want me to get involved in the industry," Piper complained.

"You have been around movie sets a thousand times," her father reasoned. "And you are all grown up and at liberty to make your own mistakes. You don't have to make a career out of it, just think about it. The project would really get going this fall."

"I have college to attend," Piper offered weekly. True, in the past she had imagined what being a movie star herself would be like. Being the daughter of one, she was sure her version was closer than those of most teenage fantasies. She had even been offered roles in the past, but most of them, her father had declined on her behalf, regardless of any interest she might have had. The career had somewhat been spoiled for her though, simply by how little private time it afforded her with her father. So being invited to work at her father's side, one of the most respected faces in Hollywood, it surprised her. Not that the respected part meant much in a town that was so full of excess and degeneracy.

"Hey, I get it. If you want to stick with college I will of course respect it. I just thought I should pass on this offer. I for my part would look forward to working with you."

Piper paused for a long moment. "I will think about it, I promise," she finally said, racing through all the possible negative consequences partaking in such a project would have. After all her life was just beginning to take on some vague sense of normalcy or at the very least whatever that passed for one for a demigod.

Once the call had ended Piper helped with the preparations right until Jason, Hazel, Calypso, Frank, Leo, and Reyna arrived almost at the same time. While she greeted most with enthusiastic embraces, Piper ended up awkwardly shaking Jason's hand. Same with Calypso, though mainly because Piper still hadn't gotten the measure of the sorceress.

"So!" Leo announced.

"Brought like a shit metric tone of fireworks."

"Sweet," Percy greeted him, fortunately breaking the ice.

Piper noticed the look Calypso threw the young god as he unburdened Leo from a stack of wooden crates and bit the inside of her cheek. She prayed to her mother, and whatever god was responsible Soap Operas that this would not escalate into some drama.

"Okay Kelp Head!" Thalia finally declared before things could get awkward and for a moment Piper wondered if Thalia had seen the same thing she had. "Go do the grilling thing. I recall that is firmly within the male jurisdiction or something. Take the other boys with you and you can exchange dad jokes or what ever you guys do."

Once the guys had all assembled outside in the snow to lite up one of the fire brazers and set up a grill grate on a tripod over it she saluted the huntress. "Thanks, would have gotten awkward with Jason I think," she thanked the huntress.

"No problem, men do like their barbecues." Thalia mused and winked. "Give them a fire to stand around and you will have them occupied indefinitely."

"Gods Thalia, you almost make them sound like cavemen," Piper coughed.

They watched as the men enthusiastically piled up a tower of logs and then cheer when Leo lit it up. "Uncanny," Piper finally mumbled in agreement. Even Percy, a god in his own right, was stuffing a piece of wood into a small gap in the pile. Though, on second thought, that part wasn't too surprising.

"So, Khione going to join us," Thalia finally asked once they had headed off back to Annabeth and the others.

"I doubt it, she usually hangs out with Silena," Annabeth replied. "Don't actually talk that much with her, to be honest."

Piper almost sighed in relief. While she was certain Khione would behave, it wasn't a can of worms she would wish to open, especially with Jason around.

Percy Jackson

"You okay," Percy asked the two women hiding away in Silena's bedroom.

"Oh yeah," Juniper squeaked, blushing furiously.

Khione, who was lying on Silena's bed, reading what looked suspiciously like Harry Potter though Percy could not be bothered to actually read the title. "You, I get," Percy said, nodding at Khione who shrugged. He hadn't brought it upon himself to lock Khione up again and would have been surprised if she volunteered herself as some piece of decor. It wasn't as if she was friends with anyone in the crowd.

"But you?" he said, turning his attention to Juniper. "What is up with you? You usually aren't hiding away."

Juniper looked down at her feet uncomfortably. "Come on, is there some drama I don't know about going on?" Percy asked.

"I don't know," she squeaked.

"You are friends with some of them and Grover isn't even heard!" Percy said, crossing his arm.

Juniper's cheeks took a deeper tone and she looked away.

"Come on," Percy complained, looking back and forth between his two problems.

"She is worried your little friends are judging her," Khione explained, sounding more annoyed than anything else as if hoping he might get the Dryad to stop sulking. The lack of venom and familiarity she addressed Percy with was oddly gratifying.

"They haven't mentioned it once," Percy tired. "Really no one cares. Believe me, you are hardly the juiciest piece of gossip out there."

"He is right, you know," Khione replied, her voice cool and neutral. "No one cares about Dryiads spreading their legs or not. Now if you belonged to another god, perhaps..."

Juniper turned to face Khione indignatly. "Must you phrase it like that?"

"Well, I will leave you two to it," Percy decided and retreated from the room.

"And?" Annabeth asked once he had safely closed the door. The blond was leaning against the staircase, her arms crossed.

"I don't think she wants to be social," Percy observed helpfully.

"Well, her loss," Annabeth commented and shrugged. "Girls gets gone down on and thinks she is too good to the rest of us," she then quipped, earning a dirty look from him. Despite having admittedly grown to to enjoy the perk of being surrounded by beautiful women constantly, Annabeth seemed to derive a lot more amusement from the situation than he did. Yes, Percy might be ashamed of him to some extent there, but then he thought to himself that any straight guy who had Ms Silena Beauregard locking onto him with those beautiful blues, offering to suck him dry and have his girlfriend be perfectly cool with her doing it, would probably have fallen into the same hole he had. That, or he was just a shittier guy than he had thought and was taking advantage of a woman whose main currency to offer were sexual favors and he had complete power over and who was utterly reliant on his goodwill.

When he got sidetracked on that darker train of thought he imagined how Silena would react if he voiced those thoughts.

"Come on, it is almost midnight," Annabeth finally encouraged him and lead him back upstairs. Not much had changed, they were crowded around the lounge, with Calypso, Reyna, and Thalia offering his mother company and gushing over his little sister. Piper and Jason had apparently struck up a conversation and were quietly talking which was a good thing Percy hoped.

"Okay guys, Midnight is in ten minutes!" Annabeth yelled. "Get your glasses ready."

"But Annabeth!" Thalia wined. "We have like eight minutes to procrastinate."

Annabeth scowled at her friend and sat down next to Piper, the bounce in the cushions caused by this ending Piper's conversation with Jason.

For a moment Percy considered calling Silena and checking in on her, but then thought better of it. The less she had to think about him that night, the better...probably. Yes, Percy was aware that Silena considered him with genuine affection, but that was just her. She was an amazing person, all things considered, and probably a loss to humanity stuck in his service. Their loss, his gain, or something like that.

Midnight came and passed. Hugs were exchanged, and Percy got to witness someone voluntarily kissing Leo, especially a girl that pretty. A glance at Annabeth told him she too had noticed it and was following the spectacle with a slightly cocked head as if following some grand grotesque play. She met his gaze and winked, confirming that their thoughts had gone down the same toxic path.

Soon Sally and Paul headed back down to the mortal world and so did Calypso and Leo. Reyna and Jason too retired to their respective guest rooms.

Only when all who were left sitting at the table were himself, Thalia, Annabeth, and Piper, did Juniper come out again? "Juniper," Thalia yelled, pouring herself a glass of Vodka now that his mother wasn't there to treat you to a humbling dose of motherly disappointment.

"Juniper you old shrub, come here!" she greeted the Dryad. "Can plants get drunk?"

"Hey guys, ...I was busy," she squeaked.

"Here! Now!" Thalia yelled, pouring the dryad one too.

Percy exchanged a skeptical glance with Annabeth. Of all girls, he knew Thalia was probably the most interesting drunk. She was fun but tended to cause trouble of some sort. All things considered, he was glad he wasn't responsible for her. All Annabeth did when consuming larger amounts was get clingy while Silena...will for Silena the sad voices in her head became a bit quieter.

"Percy? Can you make Piper and me Mojitos?" Annabeth asked, giving him that telling look. Normally Silena made them, but by now Percy had learned a few of the recipes himself.

He did, as he mixed the drink he realized he had one more thing he should do. So once his guests were happy among themselves he returned to Silena's bedroom where Khione was still reading.

"You have a moment?" he asked from the doorway.

She slowly closed the book and glanced up. "You will find, Perseus, that you can occupy as much of my time as you please," she greeted him in return.

When he closed the door Khione raised an eyebrow. "Don't give me that look," Percy complained."If I was going to do something to you, you think I would have waited so long?"

For a moment the corner of Khione's lips twitched. "Fair point, Perseus."

He sat down on the toy chair at Siena's makeup table. "So far you seemed to have arranged yourself quite well with living here?"

"All things considered, I can't complain," Khione agreed. "A lot better than Circe..." she then added.

"Yes, I understand the two of you do not get along that well," he confirmed. "You've been behaving really well, and Silena likes you, so if you promise not to try to escape or cause any other problems for me you can have one of the rooms up here on a more permanent basis."

"And leave Circe down there alone?" she asked as if liking the sound of that.

"That being said, if you misbehave you can kiss your privileges goodbye," he added.

The goddess nodded slowly. "And you want nothing in return?" she asked.

"Only that you behave. You aren't permitted to leave the house, that much is obvious I hope?" he added.

Khione rose from the bed and stood in front of him. For a moment Percy was reminded by how beautiful the goddess was.

"Why would I wish to parade myself around on Olympus when it would truly ruin what remains of my reputation?" she asked quizzically.

"Not worried about Olympus," Percy said, "And I don't give a fuck about your reputation. The city is off limits for you anyway. I am more worried about you trying to run away," he explained.

Khione tapped her celestial bronze collar. "I do not believe I would get very far, even if I had my powers. Without..., not that I would even consider such a foolish action?"

"So we have an outstanding?" he asked.

Khione sighed deeply. "We do."

"So, grab what you want from downstairs. If you need anything else, let me know," Percy told her. "Did you really think I was going to take advantage of you or something?" he asked.

Khione shrugged, "Either that or even worse, make me try to socialize with your little friends."

Percy snorted. "Really?"

Khione blankly stared at him.

"You are weird, Elsa," Percy finally decided and turned around to leave.

"That is not my name!"

Piper Mclean

That Thalia was comfortable enough to get wasted in Percy's place was probably a good thing, she told herself doubtfully as she watched Thalia wrap an arm around Juniper's shoulder and make good on her promise to find out if plants could get drunk. Unfortunately for Juniper, it looked like they could. And unfortunately for her, Thalia was prone to excess.

Percy had left off somewhere, she did not know where. Piper was fine with that. Annabeth tended to be distracted when Percy was around, and it might seem reprehensible, but she didn't being the center of attention. Especially when the other was as hot as Annabeth Chase.

She listened as Annabeth explained something related to the math part of her college course and had effectively zoned out. The cocktail had eased her into a comfortable lul, and the blond polymath's clear voice was enjoyable to listen to. Her being very easy on the eyes simply helped things along.

"So, what if New Jersey raises property taxes by five percent?" Piper threw in to keep the conversation going and watched as Annabeth went down another lengthy side tangent about how this would shift the mathematical equation. "That being said," Annabeth concluded, "At the end of the day if your client can't make payments it is the bank's problem, not your own. You get paid upfront."

"Hence we had a Housing Crisis," she replied and Annabeth shrugged. "Play your cards well, and a housing crisis is a great money-making scheme."

"You are a horrible person," Piper commented, honestly not too bothered by the matter entirely.

"Hardened capitalist, I know," Annabeth admitted unbashful. "I'd take Percy's lunch money if he weren't so damn cute..."

"And it would derail your sex life," Piper mused. She knew it was out of line but having listened to Annabeth being taken to pound town through the wall more than once, she felt entitled to the comment. That and having to imagine what was probably a pretty impressive show by the sound of it.

"Anyway," Annabeth concluded and looked at her with more attention. "What did your father call you about?" she asked sharply, her stormy gray eyes locking onto her with the intencity of a Battleship's range finder.

Piper doubled over and coughed just as she took a sip from her drink, spilling the icy liquid onto her pullover and lap.

"Fuck!" she spluttered as Thalia, slapped her thigh as she laughed and even Reyna giggled. "You look like a retard!"

"Hey!" Piper complained.

"You kinda do," Annabeth agreed, grinning wildly.

"Fuck you too," Piper growled and Annabeth raised her hands, still smiling. "Don't threaten me with a good time, Ms. McLean!"

Piper lost the following staring contest and looked away.

"What's going on here?" Percy asked, rejoining them from the staircase and stopping behind Annabeth who pulled her head and shoulders in as if anticipating to be tickled or something.

"Piper is too stupid to drink," Annabeth explained. "Back to the question."

Piper sighed. "Well, my father offered me a role in a movie, like a really big high-budget project," she explained, her cheeks warning.

"Sweet, always wanted to know a movie star," Thalia joked. "If I weren't a huntress, I'd ask you to introduce me to your father. Wouldn't mind calling him daddy."

Piper pointedly ignored that rather inappropriate joke.

"You don't look happy," Reyna observed.

"I am, or I'm not. Fuck, I don't know. Dad always kept me away from them. Don't really want to move back to LA, and college is starting to be fun," she explained. She had also actually found friends she cared for and trusted, and frankly, she wasn't too eager to have to try to start from scratch. For one she doubted she could, all things considered, there wasn't that much she had to offer. For another, she didn't want to start from scratch with her studies. Though a project like that would really set up her private bank account. She had spent less than three years Demigoding and was surprised she had gotten so far. Lacking the sheer ferocity of someone like Percy or Annabeth, she doubted she would last much longer if she continued on that path. Real estate and even acting were considerably safer career choices.

Percy brought the lot of them another round of cocktails which they generously accepted before rejoining them and getting involved in Thalia's conversation.

The night grew older and at some point, they started with drinking games. Stupid dares, bets, and increasingly personal questions.

Percy was the first to have to lose a shift, something Annabeth seemed to not mind at all, and Reyna, now that she thought about it, also seemed to appreciate. Thalia covered her eyes in disgust, asking Annabeth for bleach, while Piper had to admit to herself that she did not mind too much either.

Annabeth unfortunately only lost her socks, which Thalia had promptly stolen, and dumped into the fire brazer. Why? Piper had no clue. But then random acts of destruction did not seem too out of place for the huntress and Annabeth did not seem overly upset about this. Reyna next fell to the curse of having to drop some clothes, her top incidentally, leaving her only in her bra and leggings, and while she reluctantly went along Piper had to admit that Reyna had a rather amazing body for a career politician. She was also surprised to learn that Reyna was also capable of goofing off, seeing as she had Annabeth had after a while begun to offer Percy cash if he undressed even more. If a bunch of guys had done the same to her, she would have been rather pissed off but Percy simply took it with good humor.

Percy Jackson

He was almost dozing as what remained awake of his guests enjoyed their evening. He listened to Annabeth's familiar voice as she laughed and goofed off with their peers. The sound of her casual joy that he treasured more than he could put in words. It had been long a few years, he told himself, fully aware of how he sounded like an old man to himself.

"Percy, Percy!" Annabeth suddenly addressed him.

"Huh?" he asked, glancing over at the blond.

"Do that thing where you bounce your pecks," Annabeth demanded, and he noticed all four girls were looking at him.

"What?"

"The thing where you bounce your boobies, I saw you doing it a few weeks ago," she explained impatiently, glass in hand.

He did, earning roaring laughter from Piper and Reyna while gagging sounds from Thalia. "Gods, that is so disturbing," Piper commented. "Do you do that flexing in the mirror too?"

He exchanged a look with Annabeth, he very much did, much to her occasional amusement.

"No," he said much too hastily, earning himself even more spouts of giggles from the present company.

"Anyway," Thalia announced. "Drink if you have kissed a girl before."

Percy and Annabeth were the only ones to actually do it. Piper snorted with laughter and Annabeth earned a lot of inquisitive looks.

"What?" Annabeth asked defensively.

"Story?" Thalia demanded.

"Oh come on, you can't expect me to let my boyfriend fool around with concubines as hot as the ones around here are and not make out with any of them," Annabeth defended herself, grinning sheepishly.

"In other words, you got yourself in a three-way?"Thalia asked bluntly. "My kelp head of a cousin convinced you to take part in a threeway?" the huntress asked incredulously, looking back and forth between the two of them.

"It wasn't like that," she complained and Thalia snorted. "So you actually did it, fuck girl," she groaned and nodded at Percy. "Well played, my esteemed cousin," Thalia congratulated him. "Can't imagine how you could get anyone without brain damage in bed, much less two mostly level-headed hotties like Annabeth or Silena,..."

When she noticed how deeply Annabeth was blushing before burying her face in Percy's shoulder the huntress added an. "I take back the level-headed part. Did you drug them or something?"

"No, they ambushed me," Percy replied evenly. "Stood no chance, like dropping in a pit full of wildcats."

"Stop!" Annabeth begged, punching his shoulder in frustration, her face still hiding.

Thalia winked at him while Percy put a comforting arm around his admittedly mildly tipsy and deeply blushing girlfriend.

"I did not see that coming," Piper admitted, taking another sip from her drink.

"Your bias of low expectations is almost insulting," Percy announced to his two guests. "I am like a gloriously hot god and stuff."

Thalia glanced over at Annabeth, mischief glinting in her eyes. "Fortunately, I do not have to be the judge of that. Anyway, it is really late and I have to train a few newbies in like five hours. Mind showing me to the door Percy?"

Percy left Annabeth with Piper, letting the two drunk girls look after each other as he showed his cousin to the door. As they reached the cold atrium. "You taking care of Annabeth and Silena?" she asked quietly.

"Doing my best, of course," Percy replied. "Why?"

Thalia patted his elbow, seeing as it was the highest place she could reach without performing any gymnastics.

Thalia shrugged. "I do not claim to be an expert in a relationship, but having a girlfriend sounds like a full-time job and you basically have at least two, that is assuming you don't have any shenanigans with Elsa and that bitch running."

Percy raised his hand in defense. "Listen Thalia, nothing is happening without Annabeth being cool with it."

"I know Percy, but I also know Annabeth. She goes ahead with something like deciding that your little harem is the way ago, is stubborn about it, and then gets hurt. Both she and Silena are amazing women, so be careful with them."

"Of course," Percy assured her.

" Looks like you got yourself caught in a minefield there with all those women, and we both know you are poorly suited to having a harem. That only works when you don't give a shit about the women around you and you are too much of a softie to just use your partners. We both know you are going to grow attached, and eventually with how complex this situation is...I don't want you to get hurt either. Now, stop looking at me like some baby seal," she said and kicked his chin for good measure. "Take care."

Annabeth Chase

Once left alone with Piper, Annabeth suddenly remembered what Percy had confided in her concerning Piper's leanings.

"Hey listen," Annabeth burst out, for some reason that metaphorically kicking in the door was the best way to approach this delicate subject.

"Huh?" Piper asked as she filled in a troubling amount of Vodka into her empty cocktail glass, looking at the potato water mixed with what was left of the drink with some skepticism, before shrugging and shugging it down in a manner that her father would likely not have approved off.

"Really not mad, but my idiot is too polite to say anything," she promised. "But when we were studying a few days ago it seemed you were sending you're,.." she paused for a hiccup and a deep breath. "-you're, you know, horny thoughts about me towards Percy as prayers."

Annabeth was privileged to observe a seemingly conflicting but apparently possible situation where Piper was both blushing deeply, and turning pail at the same time.

"You fucking kidding me?" Piper asked, covering her face with her hand. "He heard that? Gods this is embarrassing."

"Just pretend it never happened," Piper said hastily. "I wasn't really horny, and I promise I won't ever try to make a move on you. I was just miserable with trying to study and you are kind of hot and I tried to trick myself into studying more. Don't take this wrong, but you are really pretty, like supermodel level of pretty, and..."

Piper McLean fell silent when Annabeth only smiled.

"Piper, I am not mad," she promised. "Percy's isn't either, you are attracted to whatever you are, and I will take it as a compliment."

Suddenly Annabeth had an amazing idea, or at least it seemed like one at that moment.

She had kissed girls before, as she had been forced to admit to so unfortunately earlier. But she knew that Silena wasn't really into her, she had the hots for Percy. Or at least it least, it seemed like that. She and Annabeth had kissed a lot that night.

It was a purely scientific curiosity, Annabeth assured herself, but she was legitimately curious.

"Really, tell Percy I am so sorry. I hope this doesn't-"

Whatever she was going to say, they would never know because Annabeth placed a finger on the daughter of Aphrodite's lips.

She looked deep into her roommate's eyes. "I just wanted to ask if you needed someone for a New Year's kiss, even if this is a few hours late."

Piper stared at her open-mouthed. "But Percy..:" she began.

"Literally has concubines and is cool with it," Annabeth assured her friend.

Piper was as red as a tomato, which was a strange look for someone of her ethnic background, Annabeth thought to herself, as she noticed that the room was doing that funny spinny thing that usually meant she would make Percy carry her to the next sleeping arrangement.

"I don't know," Piper whispered.

"Percy doesn't care, and I think you are really pretty. No strings attached, just some making out," Annabeth offered. "Never have to talk about it again."

Annabeth knew she had her friend when she made that hesitant pause.

"Piper, do you want to be my New Year's kiss? No one here cares if you are bi or not..." Annabeth asked, grinning mischievously.

"O...okay," Piper stuttered, her face steadily maintaining the complexion of a tomato.

Her fingertips tingling, she gently cupped Piper's cheeks.

As she began to lean in, the mildly impaired analytical part of her brain noticed that Piper was staring at her with wide eyes before her eyes fluttered close. She would have stopped, but Piper wasn't retarding as she slowly leaned in.

The kiss? If Annabeth had been required to write a report she would have described it as hot. Mainly physically, because Piper's lips felt very warm.

For a few moments, Annabeth feared Piper would say completely impassive, which would have meant she would have misjudged her cards by a considerable margin.

But after a few heartbeats, the daughter of Aphrodite cupped her cheeks and kissed her back.

Piper was a good kisser, Annabeth thought to herself. Not nearly as good as Percy, but then, she admitted to herself, she wasn't exactly impartial on that matter.

Suddenly Piper broke away and stared behind her.

She turned around and found Percy leaning against the door frame. "Don't let me interrupt," Percy hastily said. "Going to bed now."

"Wait," Annabeth hastily called after him.

She looked back at Piper, who was staring at her with wide, flustered eyes.

"Happy New Year, Ms McLean," Annabeth said, kissed her equally intoxicated friend one more time, before hurrying after her significant other after a hasty good night.

Both girls were too drunk to really notice Reyna staring at them open-mouthed.

Chapter Text

Percy Jackson

The next morning was surprisingly quiet considering the presence of so many demigods. Percy stood behind Annabeth, gently massaging her shoulders, as she nursed her forehead with a cold glass of lemonade.

"Why don't you have a hangover," Annabeth groaned.

"Because I drank like half of what you did," Percy replied cheerfully. "And have a lot more body mass."

Piper theatrically crashed her forehead on the table and groaned loudly.

One by one the guests left. Having fallen asleep on the couch, only Piper remained. She was happily snoring away on his couch. Annabeth had followed Piper's example and had crashed on the next couch in the lounge leaving him to clean up what remained of last night's party, knowing full well that if he didn't Silena would.

For one, it felt shitty to expect her to clean up a party she didn't even attend, servant or not. For another, he didn't want to find out what Silena's limit was at which she escalate into rage-cleaning.

When she finally did return in the later hours of the morning, mere minutes after he had finished tidying up, she looked tired but in quite good spirits.

"Hey," Silena whispered to not wake up the sleeping beauties and kissed him on the cheek. "Leave that, I will finish off after I eat something and had a shower. Follow me."

Silena lead him down to the kitchen and began to prepare herself a bowl of cereal.

"How was the party?" she asked, now at a normal volume.

"Great," Percy replied. "Had a few highlights, but I will tell you about them later. How was your dad's girlfriend."

Silena shrugged. "Nice, I guess. Had an awkward start, but warmed up after I did her makeup. It was really nice spending some more time with dad. Thanks for letting me stay at his place."

She began to eat and Percy sat down on the tabletop next to her.

Just then Khione entered the kitchen. "I thought I heard your voice, are they gone yet?" she asked, looking all in all in a rather good mood.

"Khione? Out already?" she asked.

"We decided that we can try moving her into the room next to yours," Percy explained, feeling rather pleased with himself when Silena's bright blue eyes lit up.

"Really, now that is good news. We can get you some stuff for your room once I finish a few chores," she announced. "Plus I want to take the dog for a walk:"

"Until when did you stay awake last night?" Percy asked mildly, noticing that Silena's voice was still slightly slurred.

"Haven't actually slept yet," she admitted.

"Then," Percy said brightly. "You are going straight to bed."

"No," Silena argued. "I have so much to do."

"Go to sleep," Percy ordered and then grinned. "Or do I need to start thinking of tougher consequences? Your lack of compliance is troubling."

Silena stuck her tongue and earned herself a generous slap on her rear end after which she scuffled off to her room to grab a few hours of shuteye.

"Are you about to send me off to bed too?" Khione asked drily, crossing her arms, and gazing at him.

"No," Percy replied. "Definitely not. Of all the things I need to be concerned about with you, getting enough sleep isn't one of them."

Khione snorted and was just about to say more when Juniper entered, yawning deeply. The dryad blushed slightly when she met his gaze.

"Oh, hey Percy," she greeted him awkwardly and poured herself a glass of water.

The new year began bitterly cold and surprisingly quiet. His personal highlight was dumping a generous fist full of snow down the back of the hoodie Silena had stolen from him and then restraining her the squealing girl as she tried to shake the ice, letting her enjoy the minute or two until the snow had melted without the option of granting herself any relief. He had also been tempted to catch her after the sauna and hold her down in a pile of shoveled snow. But then figured that even with being her owner in all, that would have at least earned him the silent treatment.

The only downside was that as Christmas passed, Annabeth now had a lot more work on hands and her free time was very limited indeed. He felt like he was seeing less and less of the daughter of Athena. She had her duties to attend to, while he was trying to help Apollo de-escalate the developing feud between Artemis and the Lord of the Underworld. That was even with him spending quite a lot of time at Annabeth's and Piper's apartment.

One day after coming home from Annabeth's place he found his home seemingly deserted. Silena was spending the night with Piper, and Annabeth for a "girl's night", whatever that was supposed to mean. Khione too seemed to have retired to her quarters.

Mrs. O'Leary woke up where she was sleeping in the lounge and only agreed to settle down again when Percy dutifully scratched her ears. When he looked around he noticed Juniper peaking at him around the corner. In the darkness her luscious green skin looked a lot darker than it did at day, only her eyes were bright and green in the firelight. Noticing that she had been spotted she stepped out into open. He was once again reminded of how petite the dryad was.

"Juniper," Percy greeted her.

"Do you need anything?" Juniper asked, her high voice sounding almost timid.

She really was awfully pretty, Percy thought to himself and remembered his recent indulgence involving the woman. He hadn't planned on it, Percy told himself, imagining Groover's face with a stab of guilt.

"Your company tonight," Percy suggested. "I was under the impression that gods don't just keep nymphs around because they are pretty."

"They don't," Juniper confirmed awkwardly. "And I am yours. Whatever Silena can do for you, I can do too," she promised him and from the sound of her voice, Percy thought she was probably trying to hide a blush. Then, he thought to himself, Juniper was proving to be remarkably inconsistent when it came to what she was embarrassed by and what she was comfortable with.

It was fairly obvious that she understood what he wanted from her and all things considered, he would have been surprised if she had turned him down.

She slowly came over to join him in the soft glow and warmth of the almost burnt-out fire bowl.

He sat down in the lounge. The fire bowl had burned down to a glimmer that still radiated enough warmth to allow for comfortable sitting and some dim light.

In the dim glow of the coals, it was hard to make out more than her outline.

He could see her outline reaching up and brushing the straps of her dress down her shoulders and letting the garment fall away entirely and brushed her open hair behind her shoulders.

Grinning to himself he held out his hand to her, and once Juniper had accepted it he pulled the dryad down into his lap, one arm snaked around her slender waist. "Do you want me to please you with my mouth like she does?" Juniper asked, a surprising note of eagerness now in her voice.

"If I wanted it like with Silena," Percy announced. "It would be her on my lap right now." Truth be told he had not really thought about what to do with Juniper.

In the end, it was Juniper who started off the night when her lips touched his. He promptly returned the kiss, his hand sliding up from her stomach to cover both of her breasts while his other came to rest on her thigh.

"You know," Juniper pressed forward between kisses. "When I became yours," she announced once she had briefly surfaced from their first exchange. "I imagined you'd have me outside or something."

"I see," Percy mused, remembering how she had come onto him in the beginning.

He glanced over at the snow-covered inner courtyard, the pool hidden away in a thick cloud of most, lit bright blue by the pool's lamps.

"Let's go outside," Percy suggested. "The water is warm."

"O-Okay," Juniper almost whispered and extracted herself from his hands and then walked towards the screen door and fully undressed. It was in the middle of January and the snow still stacked up around the sides of the courtyard, half the deckchairs being hidden away under a white blanket while the warm water had melted the snow closer to the water.

Cold, was Percy's main impression. It bit into his bare feet and that odd blend of winter air and humid steam struggling for dominance as he walked up to the water, the humidity and warmth increasing with every step until he and Juniper were hurrying towards the whirlpool and hastily sat down in the waters very warm embrace and turned on the bubbles. The towels he had grabbed from the stand next to the door he put down next to the pool.

He sat down with a sigh and stretched his arms out on the pool's edge. Juniper scooted closer to him and rested her head on his chest, allowing him to pull her closer.

"Happy the guests are gone?" Percy guessed.

She smiled up at him sheepishly. "It's not that I don't like them, I just feel like some flower on display," she complained.

"Not that anyone thinks that, but aren't you supposed to be my little flower on display?" he asked innocently, earning a deep blush.

"Well, yes," she argued, smoothly sliding into his lap and turning her torso to face him and press her chest against his and resting her hands on his shoulders. Though he suspected that this probably has more to do with the winter chill than anything than providing her small breasts for his benefit. "And I thought you'd have other nymphs by now so no one would pay attention to me!"

She was sitting facing his right and he let his right hand fall down into the water and come to rest on her thigh. With his hand one thumb, he eased her slender legs apart, a finger slipping into the entrance of her womanhood.

"What makes you think no one would notice you around other nymphs?" Percy asked genuinely curious and slid the finger deeper into the dryad.

"Oh gods," Juniper moaned softly, her thighs clenched together slightly, and kissed her on the lips.

It seemed he had said the right thing because Juniper kissed him on the lips with a surprising amount of forcefulness for someone or her small stature.

For a moment he was undecided between playing with her a bit more and finding out what his dick inside her felt like in a more expedient manner and then decided he had the entire night to make Juniper beg and chose the latter. He had all night to get her to make funny noises.

It seemed Juniper was thinking somewhere down the same line as he was because she chose that moment to swing a leg around and straddle him, or more stand on her knees, his by now rock-hard manhood brushing against her flesh as she shifted position with one of his arms hooked around her body right under her ass, keeping her propped up as her lips eagerly moved against his.

Suddenly he felt her hand tentatively grabbing hold of his shaft though she didn't slow down her efforts to explore his mouth with her tongue. If that wasn't a declaration of intent Percy didn't know what was.

On a freak impulse Percy grabbed Juniper by the throat and supporting her weight with a hand under her rear he hauled her over to the whirlpool's outer wall. His grip was no were close enough to actually choke Juniper, and the moment he knew it could very much ruin the mood. Once he had her half bent over the edge he smoothly slid behind ber pulled her up against him by her throat, his free hand coming to rest on her smooth abdomen.

Juniper gasped in surprise. The entire manuvers had taken no more than a second or two. "I want you," he whispered in her ear to smooth over the moment of shock.

She twisted around and the look she gave him,... His free hand slid up from her abdomen to cover her breasts before pushing her hair over her right shoulder. He only released her throat to press his lips against the side of her thin neck and kissed it hard. With his arms around her, he slipped one hand down between her legs, while the other found her small breasts again.

"Oh," was all she said, her voice coming in a faint gasp Percy began to suck on her smooth flesh.

If she were a virgin, he would have never dared such a maneuver. A virgin would be too nervous to appreciate that sort of assertiveness. Juniper wasn't one, and when she seemed to melt away in his hands he knew that following his instincts was going to pay off.

"Do you want to be mine?" he growled into her ear between kisses, just to keep the mental stimulation up. "Do you really want to be my dryad?"

"Uhm, y...yeah!" Juniper stuttered.

"That is what I wanted to hear," Percy mused, and with gentle force and pushed her daintily form down over the whirlpool's edge until she lay prone on the tiled floor with her ass presented over the edge and her legs still in the water.

"You okay, my little flower?" he asked.

"Yes," Juniper gasped breathlessly and pulled one of the towels under her chin when she felt his fingers in her entrance again. Now she was out of the water, she was quickly getting properly wet. Goosebumps appeared all over her back as he knelt next to her on the underwater bunch, his two fingers slowly pumping in and out of her while keeping her pelvis pinned down with his free hand. Though whether it was from his touch or the winter chill kissing her wet skin was hard to tell. For good measure, he used his powers to discreetly dry her torso off.

Her breath came in soft rattling moans and judging by that look of timid desire she gave him he doubted Grover had ever handled the dryad in this manner.

Deciding he had prepared her enough Percy got behind her and lined up, letting his hard length brush against her rear.

"You ready?" he asked. He knew she was. She had gifted herself to him, and her actions and body language said so but not asking just felt wrong with a girl that might be too timid to give voice to any misgivings she might have.

Juniper only glanced back at him and nodded. Without breaking eye contact he eased himself into her. She was as tight as he had imagined as he pushed deeper the dryad scrunched up her face in discomfort. She then went back into a prone position, resting her chin on her folded

arms, and hugged the towel to her chest.

Holding Juniper's hip with one hand, and his manhood with the other, Percy pushed deeper into the dryad with slow, measured thrusts, until he was as deep inside her as was probably anatomically advisable.

Even then Percy took it slowly. He knew he was almost certainly the largest Juniper had been with and there would be plenty of opportunities in the future to take things at a faster pace.

Soon her discomfort seemed to lessen as she got used to him. With Juniper more comfortable, Percy sped up a bit until he was taking her at a relaxed pace. Her soft moans, Percy mused, were his reward for his patience. That and his dick disappearing in her slender form because even now he wasn't exactly sure how he fit in her, only that he did fit in her. With the dryad more at ease now Percy grabbed a fist full of her amber hair and playfully tugged, yanking her head back. As it turned out, Percy thought to himself, it didn't matter if it was Annabeth, Silena, or Juniper, pulling pretty girl's hair was fun, especially when you had your dick inside of them.

Noticing that despite her moans, Juniper was beginning to shiver, he pulled out of her tight form. Someone winded, Juniper let herself slide back into the warm bubbling water, and into his arms.

Percy slid backward to the opposing side of the pool, pulling the dryad with him. It seemed she enjoyed having his hands on her slender form. Then, if she didn't, that would pull the entirety of the last few minutes into question. At the very least, she seemed perfectly happy to let him go back to kissing her on the neck from behind and continue to kiss her neck. For a few minutes, they exchanged a few slow kisses until she twisted around to look up into his eyes. "Are you finished with me or should we take this downstairs," she asked, leaning against him heavily. "I think the bed will be more comfortable."

They almost didn't make it to the bedroom, and it was entirely his fault. Well, almost entirely his fault. Having her hurry after him reminded him very much of how short she was, barely even reaching his lower sternum in hight, and made him want to get back inside her all the more. After hurrying downstairs, forgetting their clothes in the process, the intrusive thoughts almost won and sidetracked him. Only the thought that Silena would probably be annoyed if she found out he railed someone on her kitchen counter, well someone aside from her at the very least.

So without any incidents, he managed to reach the bedroom with the dryad in tow. Juniper climbed onto his lap the moment he sat down on the bed to kiss him as hard as she could, her slender form pushing up against him. It took him a long moment to realize what Juniper was trying to do and then let her push him down onto his back. As they exchanged kisses, he slid his back down her back to cup her rear end and pull her up an inch or two higher.

Finally, Juniper broke lip contact long enough to grin down at him, her cheeks flushed an unusually dark shade of green. "Not the good girl I thought you were?" she challenged.

Percy privately thought to himself that she was, she had just been very stupid to gift away her freedom for what? Regardless of what she said, her reasons in his opinion were stupid. You had Silena, who in his honest opinion did not really have another choice in the end. Then you had Juniper...

Then, considering he had her bare breasts pressing against her chest and her ass in his hands,...his gain her loss?

On that thought, Percy spun them around and pinned her slender form under his. "I guess not," he said, humoring her and kissed her on the lips hard, while careful not to rest too much of his weight on top of her. Once her hands got hold of his hair, for some reason girls seemed to love doing that, Percy began to move down Juniper's body. His lips first moved down her neck, leaving his mark behind in the process. Yes, Percy knew it was childish, but he enjoyed seeing girls run around with his hickeys on their bodies, probably some weird power fantasy Percy thought to himself.

Then he moved further down, his lips teasing her nipples for a few sweet minutes until they were both hard, sensitive pebbles between his finger and thumb before finally sliding a bit further down and sliding off the bed, landing on his knees rather hard.

"You okay," Juniper squeaked, looking up.

To smooth over the situation Percy quickly grinned and grabbed Juniper by the ankles and yanked her down to the bed's edge until her pelvis rested just on the edge.

"Percy," Juniper yelped, spreading her legs apart and offering admittedly what was a very nice view up her body. Cosplayers could fuck themselves, he was actually getting to live every fantasy nerd's wet dream, fucking the girl with the pointy years. That expression she gave him told Percy all he needed to know, the assertive approach was still the way to go with Juniper.

Still holding her by the ankles Percy parted Juniper's legs as far as she could comfortably spread them and slid one hand down to hold her waist, and the other to position himself in front of the entrance he had vacated upstairs and cautiously pushed past the wett lips, his erect length smoothly disappearing into her. She was still what felt like a very tight fit, but getting in felt a lot easier this time. Soon he was merrily thrusting into her, this time with a good view of her face. There was a reason why he enjoyed seeing his partner's face when he shoved a dick into them, it was their expressions. One looked like a supermodel, that would be Silena. The other looked rather comical, that would be Annabeth. Juniper was somewhere in between.

Not wishing to neglect his partner's upper body half he slid a hand up her abdomen to grope her breasts.

Juniper's moans quickly picked up in volume, and she met his gaze when his hand progressed up from her breasts to hold her throat again, something he was enjoying doing to a surprising degree.

He pumped his dick into her delicate frame for a few more minutes, taking great satisfaction at hearing her high-pitched moans grow louder with every single thrust. She held onto her mattress for dear life, and her body was coated in sweat within bare minutes.

Fortunately for his ego, Juniper did not take long to climax. When he noticed the indicators, Percy grabbed both of Juniper's wrists and pinned them above her head. He leaned down and kissed her hard on the lips, without slowing down in any way or form.

For a few more minutes he kept up a pace until Juniper finally received her second climax at his hands. True to his role, Percy kept up the pace, even as the orgasm rolled through her body. Her hand clawed at the blanket under as her legs tried to hook behind his back. With her wrists pinned, her body arced up, even as he continued to plow straight through Juniper's orgasm until her body finally went limp.

Her moans grew faint and exhausted now. Her sweaty body glistened in the dim golden light of the bedside lamp. For the rest of the round, Percy firmly held Jumper by her hips, keeping up a steady pace, despite his legs aching by now. He kept his gaze on the beautiful girl lying in front of him, at her bare breasts, and her pretty face until finally he too was finished.

Suddenly not entirely certain Silena had Juniper on birth control, and really not wanting to ask, Percy lost his nerve on what felt like the last pump and rested his manhood on her lower abdomen and splattered his full load onto her stomach in three satisfying bursts. "Fuck," he grunted and sat down next to Juniper who looked over to him winded, realizing it was over, and then down onto her stomach and grimaced. "Forgot about that part," she mumbled, prodding the thick fluid with a tentative finger.

She sat up and winced. He knew she felt sore. "You okay?" he asked.

She nodded. "Everything hurts," she explained. "But I haven't had one of those in a..." she fell silent, clearly unwilling to finish that sentence. "You want me to go."

Percy laughed and pulled her closer. "Hell no, what if I want another round later?" he asked, though having no intention of doing so. She had had enough for their first round, and he wasn't in the mood for much more. Just kicking the girl out after sex and not inviting her to stay felt cheap.

She looked over at him. "Is it okay if I clean up," she asked, glancing down at his cum. "I see now why Silena swallows," she added as if disappointed by how mundane this realization was.

At this Percy actually burst and couldn't help but laugh and kiss her on the top of the head. "Of course, you can go clean up."

Annabeth Chase, The Daughter Of Athena

Her specialty was Architecture, but too often Annabeth found herself playing the role of Construction Engineer, especially with the Cycloses who merrily started stacking up pillars with zero regards for things like safety margins. But that wasn't today's issue.

"Hey Percy," she asked, cornering her boyfriend at the lounge. Juniper did not meet her eye, she hadn't since she found her naked in Percy's bed a few days ago which too be honest amused her.

"Huh?" he asked, holding a cup of hot chocolate with both hands.

"I got a contractor visiting Olympus, you know a major supplier who I have been having supply chain issues with. Don't actually have an office so I could I use this place?" she asked innocently.

"This place, huh," Percy said, looking at her with an undue amount of suspicion. "Is there going to be some crazy fight, or are you gonna burn it down?"

"I've never done that," Annabeth defended herself, fully aware that this was Percy Jackson, the bane of American landmarks, who was being suspicious of her.

"Hey, we've got Silena and Juniper here too and they are a lot more breakable than you are," he quickly elaborated, smiling apologetically.

"I am not that bad!" Silena yelled over indignantly.

"Look at your shins Silena, you get bruised without leaving the house," Percy yelled back.

"Annabeth has bruises all the time," Silena complained indignantly.

"She does like MMA and shit!" Percy yelled back over his shoulder and Silena, who was currently restocking the bar. Annabeth bit back a grin.

"I promise I will make sure no one burns the house down. Just growing tired of inviting people to Starbucks," she explained. "I don't actually have an office," she explained and Percy remembered the mountain of paperwork in her flat.

"Fine," Percy said, though he hadn't actually planned on turning her away. She glanced over at the daughter of Aphrodite. "You up to helping?"

Silena shrugged. "Sure, not much else going on I guess."

"Good, because I need your mysterious barkeeper sketch thing," Annabeth explained. "Hey, an excuse to put some makeup on."

For a moment Percy asked himself if he should be happy about Silena interacting with alcohol this soon, then decided on the sop that she was an adult and unless it got out of hand again he would not butt into it.

"Fine," Silena said and then glanced over at Annabeth. "If I..."

"Yes," Annabeth agreed without looking over, clearly knowing what was going to be asked for in return.

Percy Jackson

"Anyway," Percy announced, rising to his feet. "Things to do, places to be."

He kissed Annabeth on the lips, waved at Silena, and left the house.

Percy found the twins at Apollo's place. Perhaps for his sister's benefit, Apollo's usual gang of scantly clad women, and men, was for once absent.

While Apollo seemed to be his usual sunny self, Artemis struck him as being in a foul mood. "Perseus," she greeted him and they began their lessons.

As they progressed, Artemis's usually unwavering patience seemed absent.

"Pay attention," Artemis snapped when he once again failed to teleport the ten feet from one chalk circle to the next, instead almost stumbling over his own hands.

"Stop thinking about moving, just be in the circle," she repeated for what felt like the dozenth time that day.

"Trying," Percy replied, earnestly doing his best to be in said circle. "Doesn't look like I am good at godding," he then joked.

"Less chatting, more being in the circle," Artemis promptly replied promptly.

"What has your panties in a knot," Apollo asked brightly, winking at Percy.

"My what have a what?" Artemis asked very softly. Percy know Annabeth long enough that this really was not a good sign and swiftly retreated out of the crossfire.

"Oh, you know," Apollo continued lightly. "Normally you are so patient with our newest god here."

"Your followers aren't being treated unfairly in the Underworld," Artemis explained. "Hades announced he is reviewing the judgments of my Huntresses. He claims to be concerned that they received a more generous treatment due to their association with me. How low the Lord of the Underworld has stooped!"

Remembering the pending job offer Percy bit his lip. Hades had proven to be perfectly willing to overturn the underworlds judgment on a political whim, be it please his wife, fast-track the hunt to Elysium some time back, or much more recently bring Silena back from the back to serve him, not that he was complaining about that last part.

What mischief he could do with a bunch of huntresses? Truly he did not want to find out.

"Well, maybe if you hadn't suggested that Hade's servants would be prosecuted just like every other monster, Baby Sis ...," Apollo explained, raising a surprisingly measured and reasonable point. By now Percy had learned that angry girls generally were not interested in things like a balanced point of view. He doubted goddesses were a departure from that general rule.

To no one's surprise from perhaps Apollo's, this comment did not appease the maiden goddess.

"They are, though!" Artemis argued angrily. "They are monsters!"

"And the avatars of his will," Apollo concluded, "While some of your dead huntresses on the other hand are chilling in the Underworld. While I might not Athena, I do see wisdom in maintaining at least a cordial relationship."

Even this further elaboration of his point seemed to do only very little to improve Artemis's mood.

"Are you saying I should just roll over and take such insults!" Artemis demanded.

"Kinda," Apollo agreed. "Unless you are willing to face the heat, which it looks are you aren't."

"Says the god who keeps hiding from dad," Artemis switched tune.

"Now now," Apollo chided, his best sunny grin on display. "Don't deflect the topic from your bad choices to my awesome conquests."

"Fuck you," Artemis snapped back.

"Not my type, I am sure though Perseus might be able to accommodate you," Apollo suggested helpfully.

When Artemis shifted her glare to him, Percy realized he had just been needlessly drawn into the fight.

"Dude, I am going to sit this one out," Percy announced, physically and metaphorically stepping back from the situation.

"Good choice, Perseus," Artemis replied.

"Now, do not let my airhead of a twin of mine distract you. You are yet to teleport yourself even once," she snapped and crossed her arms.

Percy shot Apollo a reproachful look and instead crossed his arms. "I am trying."

"Try better!" Artemis replied.

Silena Beauregard

Silena had chosen to use the peace and quiet in her home at the private gym. Mainly because Annabeth wasn't there for some excessive workout session that left her whimpering in bed with muscle aches afterward.

After finishing three sets of hip thrusts she continued with Bulgarian squats. She enjoyed her leg day and also knew that Percy preferred athletic girls. Keeping your body in the shape for the guy you relied on for both survival and sexual gratification seemed like a reasonable thing to do. That, and it did make the sad voices quiet for a bit,...which she was sure was a major reason why Annabeth worked out so obsessively. Thinking of the blond she cursed herself for a moment for just stepping aside when it came to Percy, she knew she could have had him. Then, knowing she would have beaten herself up over it if she had, she pushed the thoughts aside. Annabeth Chase had issued most professionals couldn't handle, mainly due to threats of physical violence.

"You are staring?" she announced to the ceiling.

"I am?" Juniper replied.

"Yes, you are," Silena replied without looking around.

Juniper had mostly spent the past few months with her own crowd. For some reason, since also very recently spreading her legs for Percy, Juniper seemed to be trying to spend more time with Annabeth and herself as if now feeling she was the member of some dysfunctional yet exclusive club of girls that had for whatever reason ended up in Percy Jackson's bed.

"Do you want to try?" Silena asked, figuring that Percy would approve of her trying to include Juniper deeper in the family. Or at the very least try a first step in that direction.

Juniper looked at Silena skeptically. "Not as muscly as you,..."

"I am not muscly, you are a pointy-eared asparagus," Silena replied indignantly.

"Fine, what do I need to do?" Juniper asked.

Silena sighed, deciding that considering Bulgarian squats, considering they took away your will to live in the first place, were not the right place, took the dryad over to the chest press. It was also a good excuse to stop doing the squats. "So, for starts here," she began.

"I heard you had problems at Camp," Juniper said panting, after her second set.

"Huh?" Silena asked, her arms crossed.

Juniper looked over at her with a surprising amount of sympathy. "You know, some of the males there misbehaving...?"

Silena shrugged. "It got taken care of, besides, I didn't even know them. They weren't any old-timers. They were just going of second and third-hand accounts..."

"Oh, so not that bad then?" Juniper asked.

"No," she said. "They are just stupid little boys and I think I handed it well."

Suddenly Annabeth appeared in the doorway. "Nice pump," she commented.

"Can you get ready?" she asked.

"Cocktail dress? Makeup?" Silena asked.

Annabeth grinned. "I wouldn't know," Annabeth replied, which Silena knew was a lie. She had spent enough time during her earlier years pouring over fashion magazines with Annabeth to know that Annabeth was very in touch with her feminine side, and liked things pretty just as much as everyone else. It was thickheadedness that made the daughter of Athena not live those things out.

"We will pick this up later," Silena told Juniper and quickly got ready.

A quick shower, a dress, and some light face paint. Altogether she took less than twenty minutes before she was standing behind the bar counter and quickly double-checked what she actually had left and could make if asked to.

"Ready?" Annabeth asked, appearing on the other side of the counter.

"Yeah," Silena said, looking Annabeth over once. The daughter of Athena had gone for a knee-long tight skirt, a white blouse, and white sneakers which clashed with the rest of the business attire.

"How long do we have?" she asked.

Annabeth checked her watch. "Ten minutes, something like that," Annabeth explained and plopped a briefcase onto the counter.

She spent the next few minutes checking and making sure the house was presentable. Ten minutes passed quickly and someone rang the doorbell.

"Juniper, be decorative or something," she yelled at Juniper as she hurried to the door and opened it.

Three women awaited her on the other side. One strangely familiar regal Latina, one athletic-looking girl with an even darker complexion and dark makeup in a pantsuit and coms-beed in her ear like some spy, and a third woman in a normal business suit.

"Hello," Silena greeted them brightly, grateful that she had chosen shoes with high heels so she didn't feel too short in comparison.

"Dark hair, beautiful. You can only be Silena Beauregard," the first of the women announced.

Silena stared at them for a few moments, and then it clicked. "You are Reyna's sister, Queen Hylla," Silena greeted her, trying to stand a bit straighter and more respectful.

The woman smiled. "I have an appointment with Ms. Chase scheduled on these premises, may we enter?"

Silena stood aside, inviting them in with a wave of her arm. "Of course, follow me."

Annabeth awaited them still sitting at the bar.

When the visitors entered Annabeth rose to her feet. "Hylla, I did not expect you to come here."

Hylla smiled. "When a major partner is threatening to cut us off, I think it is something I should weigh in on."

The two women shook hands. "You know Kinzie, my chief of Staff. And of course, you already know Elenore Nimitz, my chief of the Sales Department."

The last woman and Annabeth exchanged steely gazes. "So ladies, shall we sit down and talk business? Anyone wants any drinks?"

In the end, Annabeth and Hylla ended up ordering a Mojito, the third lady took something stronger, though now that she thought of it Ms Nimitz looked very uncomfortable, while Kinzie only took a virgin coke, her gaze sweeping the floor and locking eyes with Juniper who was peeking around a corner.

Silena began to cut lemons and prepare the drinks while the girls began talking.

"I thank you for coming out in person," Annabeth began. "But I won't sugarcoat it. Some of the hardware I asked you to procure for me is more than three months overdue. I can't make my milestones and get paid, which means I am having problems paying my work gangs. Now I have Cyclopses trying to Unionize on my ass."

Annabeth pulled out what looked like a printed excel sheet from her briefcase and handed it to Hylla. "I already paid for this stuff, two thousand drachmae worth of hardware."

At the U-word Elenore flinched as if Annabeth had tossed around a particularly nasty slur.

"Yes, the tools for Ares's private residence, I heard," Hylla agreed, looking the sheet over. "And for the record, I can empathize with your Union problem. The mortal side of our business has been acting up lately too."

"That is only the home entertainment room there. I am short on everything from screws to helmets on half of my construction sites. I have the Amazon Kingdom under contract to source those materials for me. If this doesn't work, I might aswell cut you out as the middleman entirely and order from the suppliers directly."

Hylla sighed. "It seems we aren't compliant with the contract, I do apologize for that. The aftershock of the war is still interfering with our supply chains, especially because some of them fought on the other side."

"I empathize," Annabeth said. "I really do. But I have the Olympian council along with half the minor gods breathing down my neck, wanting to know when their little projects are finally finished. If I need to I can squash those Union notions, but then I can forget relying on a sympathetic labor force." She then handed Hylla another spreadsheet.

Hylla glanced over at her underling, who was now looking seriously uncomfortable. "I did not know it was that bad."

The queen of the Amazons sighed deeply and pulled out a pair of reading glasses. "So, I know a good chunk of stuff for Ares home is being held up at Customs in Rotterdam. We,.." with that she glanced at her underling and Kinzie who also was glaring at Elenore. "let us see what we can do about the other problems," she announced and pulled out a datapad. "I believe it is high time that upper management takes over the rains here."

Silena sighed to herself, already guessing that this negotiation was going to need more than one round of drinks. The dress, she noted, was too tight over her chest, and the girls were already getting rather uncomfortable. There was no changing though, now that she had already slipped into more formal ware. Should she spill something on herself to get an excuse to change?

Chapter Text

Silena Beauregard

When Annabeth had said she needed the place for a meeting, she really meant it. For the next couple of hours, Silena observed two different phases of the meeting. Once Annabeth had aired her grievances, it seemed as if Hylla and Annabeth were circling each other, slowly getting the measure of each other and building some rapport, while also squeezing the extent of the problem from Elenore. Why Hylla would almost interrogate Elenore in front of Annabeth, Silena had no clue, but for whatever reason, the poor woman was now in the crossfire between the queen of the Amazons and an overall lovely but occasionally psychotic daughter of Athena. Once that was done, the women actually got down to the details.

For hours, the women poured over lists of pending orders – why they hadn't arrived yet, where they were now, and what compensation Annabeth might get for the late arrival or other workarounds to solve the problem. Slowly, Silena got the impression that Annabeth's role as the architect for Olympus was a bit bigger than she had originally assumed.

The meeting lasted so long that Silena had to hide a sigh of relief when Percy finally came back. Both Khione and Juniper had done their best not to make an appearance, and listening to the meeting had grown tiresome a while ago.

Percy froze when he spotted the still-running meeting and who the guests were. "Ah, Perseus!" Hylla greeted him brightly and rose to greet him.

With the attention now away from her, she gave Percy a very pointed look, trying to convey her silent plea.

"And you must be the people Annabeth wanted to meet," Percy deduced, and Hylla smiled. "We are," she confirmed.

"So, what are you guys up to?" Percy asked brightly.

"Union busting," Kinzie immediately replied, grinning innocently.

"I see," Percy said, giving Annabeth a quizzical look, who only nodded curtly.

"So, I will leave you to it. Gonna have to steal Silena, though," he announced, and Silena internally sighed in relief. She might not be as bad as Annabeth, but her ADHD had not been her friend in the past few hours, and by now her breasts were seriously getting uncomfortable.

So she bade her farewell and retreated downstairs, with Percy behind her. "You look very nice," Percy mused from behind her, and she gave her hips an extra sway, not so much that it would be obvious, but enough to make getting her out from behind the bar worth his while.

"Thanks," she said and smiled over her shoulder. They found Khione camping out downstairs in the kitchen. "Not gonna wear this one again," she muttered to herself.

"Huh, why?" Percy asked when she turned around, his eyes wandering up her body, very clearly appreciating how it left very little to the imagination when it came to her figure.

"Because it is too tight, in the wrong places," she said. "Hey, Khione, I will be right back."

She hurried back into her bedroom and quickly changed into sweatpants and a hoodie, and returned to the kitchen where Percy and Khione were quietly talking. Their conversation died when Silena entered the room. "You guys talking about me behind my back?" she asked jokingly.

"Had nothing to do with you," Percy said defensively.

"Just pulling your leg," she replied and pulled a tub of chocolate ice cream from the freezer and scooped herself some into the bowl.

"Good taste," Khione muttered.

"Something I should know about?" Percy asked, sounding mildly concerned as he looked at the ice cream doubtfully.

"Oh no," she quickly responded, realizing the potential implications of a girl holding a tub of ice cream. "I just really love ice cream."

Annabeth Chase

Despite Hylla's support, the supply chain issues didn't magically disappear. However, Annabeth couldn't deny that the next day brought some relief when a sixteen-wheeler pulled up to the loading port of the Empire State Building, carrying a shipment of hardware that was desperately needed. It wasn't everything she had hoped for, but considering Annabeth suspected that Hylla had perhaps employed some forceful tactics with her mortal employees, she couldn't help but imagine a comical scene of minimum-wage workers being chased around by Hylla and Kinzie, clad in black leather costumes and swinging bullwhips.

The supply situation still left much to be desired, but slowly her projects were gaining momentum, and she managed to meet a couple of deadlines for wages that needed to be paid. Juggling her responsibilities of helping Sally, spending time with her boyfriend, and dealing with work-related challenges left little time for anything else. Thankfully, Piper had joined a study group with some classmates, reducing the amount of assistance she required from Annabeth.

"We never talked about what happened," Piper announced, having put on some unfamiliar Netflix shows.

"Huh?" Annabeth feigned ignorance, knowing exactly what Piper was referring to.

"The New Year's kiss," Piper pointedly reminded her.

"Oh, yeah," Annabeth acknowledged.

In hindsight, she wasn't entirely sure if it had been a wise decision. However, Percy didn't seem upset, and it appeared he didn't mind witnessing her kiss beautiful daughters of Aphrodite. "I hope you're not upset. I was really drunk..."

"No, not really," Piper replied, her voice slightly louder than intended, her cheeks flushing with color.

Embarrassed, Piper covered her face with her hands and rested her feet on the living room table. "And Reyna saw it all!" she complained.

"Reyna is chill," Annabeth innocently remarked. She had made her choice, and it was time to embrace it. There was no use in appearing indecisive.

"It was kind of hot, though," Piper playfully admitted, her cheeks bright with a blush.

"Well, Percy agrees with you there," Annabeth joked, earning another deep blush from Piper.

"If you think it was hot, maybe we should charge admission next time," Annabeth teased with a mischievous glint in her eyes, further teasing Piper.

Piper gasped and playfully swatted Annabeth's arm. "Oh, please, as if we need any more drama in our lives. But I have to admit, it did make for an interesting start to the year."

Annabeth chuckled, enjoying the light-hearted banter. "Yeah, it definitely added some spice to the festivities. I guess we can cross 'ringing in the New Year with a scandalous kiss' off our bucket lists."

Piper smirked, her cheeks still slightly flushed. "And with an audience, no less. Thanks for that, by the way. I'll never be able to look Reyna in the eyes again."

"Well, what are friends for if not to provide embarrassing moments for future reminiscing?" Annabeth quipped, raising an eyebrow. "That being said, if you ever want to make out again, let me know."

Piper rolled her eyes but couldn't suppress a laugh. "You're incorrigible, you know that?"

Annabeth's expression softened. "Yeah, kinda."

Chapter Text

Piper Mclean

One would think that women who helped save the world would have a more exciting life. Well, here she was, sitting in a lecture hall with two hundred equally motivated students. She was bored, tired, single, and considering her father was a multi-millionaire facing a surprisingly tight budget.

Piper was thirty minutes into the lecture of the day and had already zoned out beyond recovery, thoughtlessly chewing on the end of her pencil which now more closely resembled a paintbrush. With so much time on her hands, she probably spent too much time simping over her stern roommate. That incident during New Year's Eve was still quite fresh in her memory, so perhaps she could be forgiven.

It being winter, the college had elected to simply put the heating on full blast. With that in mind, she was proud she managed to stay awake. The day passed painfully slowly, and she watched through the window as Apollo cruised across the sky. This early in the year, the pale rays of light that reached Terra Firma were too weak to banish the snow.

Finally, her last lecture ended and Piper headed back to her flat, only stopping at Sally's to eat a late lunch. Why shouldn't she? That and little Estelle were rather adorable. Once she had eaten her fill, she would return home and study.

The following days didn't offer much improvement, and so she was almost relieved when the first incident finally came along.

She was just heading out to the large gymnasium with her study group when things began to go south. Her school of course had a basketball team, with a harem of cheerleaders that came along with it and Piper felt a certain social pressure to be there.

So, she sat down on one of the many free spectator benches and watched as a bunch of dudes chased a ball around the court while a bunch of girls, a lot of them underage, danced for the audience.

The Demigod community had considerably more portent spectacles to offer. That much was for certain, and she soon found herself being bored. With the game not having begun yet Piper decided to hit the restrooms now rather than later and with the game not having begun yet the hallways outside the gymnasium were still troublingly full and Piper was forced to push herself through her mass of bodies until she ran into some very large, round, yellow, and fussy.

When she had gathered her thoughts, she realized she had knocked over the other school's mascot, some guy unfortunate enough to have been chosen to wear a round yellow sun. The poor guy, trapped in a spherical costume, now rolled away a few feet until he came to a stop.

The crowd around her froze, and suddenly she realized she was standing in the crowd of students, from the other damned school.

"Ahm, so sorry," Piper hastily said, hurrying to help the guy up.

"It's alright," the guy inside squeaked.

"Hey, bitch! That is our mascot!" some muscular African American dude yelled. Judging by the jersey he was wearing, he was a proud member of the Helius University Football Team.

"Huh, he your boyfriend?" she instantly fired back. Maybe spending so much time around Annabeth had rubbed off on her, but for some reason, antagonizing popular members of an already hot-tempered crowd did not seem a remotely questionable choice of action.

"Yeah, got a problem with that?" the guy demanded.

Piper paused for a moment, caught off guard. Unfortunately, she recovered quickly. "Oh, so you are the girlfriend then," Piper surmised brightly, all thoughts of minor details like her being at fault here having already been pushed aside. Annabeth would have been proud.

He stepped right into her space, glaring down at her, very much signaling that this dispute might very well enter the physical realm, and reminding her of how much bigger he was.

"Are you trying to fuck with me?" he growled.

"Oh gods no, you look hideous," she replied. "I would literally have to drink bleach afterward."

"Now, why don't you be a good little bitch and walk away," Piper said, her voice suddenly gaining a deeper, richer note, aware that she had crossed a few lines.

The dude froze in his tracks and looked down at her with dull befuddlement. Then he turned around and lumbered off, along with anyone who stood too close to her, leaving behind an air of shocked silence.

Understanding what she lacked Annabeth's sheer ferocity, she decided that now was the best time to make her exit and slipped off into the bathroom and breathed deeply.
As she was locked away in the stall she heard the door open and feet filing in, but did not think too much of it.

Once her business was concluded she left the stall and found two Cheerleaders standing reapplying their faces in front of the mirrors. One black, the other white.

"Sub," Piper said and washed her hand.

"You know Kelli," the white blond asked.

"Nope?" the other replied and grinned.

Piper punched the blow-dryers button and it promptly refused to provide it's drying hot breath. She headed to the other one further away from the door.

"Don't usually have a taste for girls, but I think we should make an exception for this one," she said.

"Leave me alone," Piper ordered, immediately falling back on her Charmspeak.

For a moment the two girls seemed to hesitate, then they burst out laughing. "What I meant to say is we don't usually eat girls," the blond one said again.

"But we make exceptions for God's Spawn that mess with our school," Kelli said. "Isn't that right Tammi?"

"It is my old friend," Tammi confirmed.

"Ah fuck," Piper mutter, realizing that she might be in a tad bit of trouble. Perhaps, you should only mouth off like Annabeth Chase, when you could handle the consequences like Annabeth Chase. Now, that she thought of it, it made Blondie even hotter.

First things first, Piper told herself, she had two monsters to contend with.

"Come on girls," Piper said, casually setting her handbag down on the sink and casually pulling Katoptris out and readying it. "Must we do this?"

"We must!" Tammi confirmed and lunched at her, her fingers turning into claws, and her teeth into fangs. This not being her first day Piper smoothly ducked under the claw swipe, her brown hair whipping out as she answered the challenge. With the monster on her off-hand side, she knew better than to try to bring her dagger around and instead pulled her leg up and kicked against the side of the monster's knee.

It was a good move, and she expected to hear the satisfy snap of breaking bones. Instead, there was an oddly metallic screech of bending metal. Piper looked down at the bade leg in surprise, only to see it replaced by a bronze one. One that was bent at the knee joint.

Piper stared at the leg in silence for a moment. Annabeth not having anticipated the prosthesis, and Tammi the kick. Then Tammi looked at, her previously blue eyes having now turned crimson. "You dumb cunt..." the rest of the word fell short when she discovered Piper's dagger sticking from her ribcage.

Tammi looked up as comprehension slowly settled in. A moment later the monster evaporated, leaving behind a bent bronze leg.

Before she could over congratulate herself Kelli was upon her. The monster knocked her cleanly off her feet and drove her up against the tiled wall, shattering a few of the white ceramic tiles with the force of her impact.

Piper felt the wind being knocked from her lungs and the dagger flying from her drip, as a clawed hand grabbed hold of her throat and squeezed with a vice-like strength.

Sparks danced in front of her eyes and she punched the side of Kelli's face without any effect.

"You demi brats always kill her first," she hissed, her eyes now having also turned red. "I will enjoy eating your liver." Then Kelli slammed her down onto the ground.

Instinctively Piper twisted her body around and brought her legs up, graying to lock Kelli's neck with her legs.

It worked, but with Piper's thighs, and femoral arteries so close to Kelli's bared fangs, it seemed like the monster wished to begin the meal prematurely and instead began snapping her teeth at her exposed skin.

Piper squealed in disgust and flexed her knees, trying hard to restrict the monster's head movement. Suddenly the door was kicked open, there was a dull thud, and Kelli flinched.

Kelli stared at her in shock, then jumped to her feet, tearing herself free from Piper's grip, and flung herself at something behind her.

Still slightly dazed she rose to her feet and stumbled after Kelli before the monster burst through the doorway in a large ball of fire and then tore down off down the hallway at full speed.

Piper breathlessly gathered herself and looked at her savior. It was a girl, maybe her age. She was ducking inside the doorway, bringing up her bow for another shot. She held a drawn bow and was just sending an arrow off on its way.

"Camp Half-blood?" the girl asked, lowering her bow.

"Yup, Hunt?"

"Yes," the girl admitted.

"Piper Mclean," she introduced herself.

"Oh, I heard of you," the girl mused. She was pretty, with a Mediterranean complexion, long curly dark hair, and a body built like a whip. "Anteia of Olympia," she introduced herself. "By the command of my lady, I have been hunting beasts in this school. It seems I came just in time, I've been stalking those two empousa for a month..."

The girl slung the bow over her back and walked towards her and helped her to her feet, a gesture Piper appreciated.

"Yeah, thanks for the rescue. I should probably go home," Piper groaned, noticing the ruined state of her tank top. "You know, unless you want to chase that freak down and need help?"

The girl laughed. "No, Piper Mclean. This is not a place for such a battle. When I face her down again, it will be at an hour and place of my choosing. I suggest we both take our leave unless you want to explain the state of your College's bathroom?"

I was a fair point. Luckily the hallway was clear and Piper guessed the game had finally started, or was at least about to.

After grabbing a jacket from her locker she hastily left the school and took the subway back to her current home.

With her feet and nose half frozen by the time she reached her building, she entered the lobby of the building.

Finally, she let herself into the flat, entered the living room, and was surprised to find Annabeth in the living room, doing something on her computer. It was obvious that Annabeth had just come from her dojo, judging by the light bruise on her jaw and the outfit she preferred to train in, a black top, and dark blue shorts.

"Your home early," Annabeth greeted her before understanding dawned. "Monster?" she asked offhandedly, her gray eyes sparkling with amusement.

"Empousa," Piper confirmed as if she had not only just learned the name. "Though some huntress helped me out," Piper explained. "Hitting the shower might take a while," Piper announced.

"Are you hurt?" Annabeth asked, those hard gray eyes boring into hers in a manner that sent pleasant shivers down her back. Suddenly the memory of Annabeth's taste was very fresh on her lips.

"No," Piper said. "Only a few bumps and bruises."

Finally, Piper headed into the bathroom, stripped her clothes off, and stepped into the warm shower.

Piper signed as the warm water washed the monster's gunk and dust off her. For a few moments, she let the memory of New Year's Eve entertain her.

Suddenly the door was opened and Annabeth stepped in and headed towards the support next to the mirror, not even sparing a glance. It was something that had established itself since she moved in. They were both girls, right... completely innocent. That would be true if Piper hadn't in the past found excuses to walk in on Annabeth to maybe catch a small glance at the blond with a little less clothing on.

"Don't use up all the warm water, I want to take one too later,..." Annabeth yelled over the sound of falling water.

For a moment she remembered that offer Annabeth had said last time. It was a bad idea, she knew that. Maybe it was that she was physically attracted to the beautiful blond. Maybe it was her post-fight high or current horniness, but almost on a whim she opened the shower's door and poked her head out. "Gonna have to shower cold then," she teased.

Annabeth found what she had been looking for and began to walk towards the bathroom door. "Five minutes or I am coming in there," she called over her shoulder. Feeling giddy and mischievous, Piper just barely managed to open the glass door agar and bring the showerhead to bare. Piper watched with some glee as the icy spray hit Annabeth straight in the back. Piper swiped the spout up and down, making sure to get Annabeth from head to toe.

"Piper," Annabeth screeched, turning around to face her, and getting even more water in the face. "You are going to die!" she yelled and rushed towards the shower, sadly not being slowed down by the water.

Realizing that the game was now up Piper pulled the nozzle in, grabbed the small door handle, and tried to hold the door shut as Annabeth yanked from the other side. Piper knew that they were at risk of breaking something expensive, followed by possible injury but didn't back down. The only problem was, Annabeth was both quite a bit heavier than she was and also a lot stronger. At the same time, she was dripping wet, and her feet slid on a wet shower floor.

Annabeth dragged the door open with a concerning lack of effort. "I surrender!" Piper squealed and let Annabeth pull the showerhead from her hand and tried to cover her naked torso with her arms, already knowing what kind of retaliation was in store for her.

Piper cried, shrieked, begged, and shrank away as the icy wat washed over her. She tried to sneak by Annabeth but only pushed back into the corner.

Somehow trying to keep the icy spray away from her exposed skin, she found herself sinking down until she was huddled in the corner, and helplessly let Annabeth wash her down, feebly trying to push Annabeth away without any effect.

After a few seconds though Annabeth stopped her merciless onslaught and when Piper looked she glanced up and found the daughter of Athena grinning down at her in triumph.

"So cold!" Piper gasped.

Annabeth burst out laughing and turned the water off. For a woman so violent, Piper thought to herself, Annabeth had a very beautiful laugh.

"Never challenge a daughter of Athena," she cautioned and knelt down next to her.

Suddenly Piper came to terms with the honey-sweet notion that she was standing in the shower, completely naked, with her crush, the consort of a god. Both of them were dripping wet. She felt her gaze being drawn to Annabeth's shapely lips.

"You want to do the kissing thing again?" Annabeth asked calmly, her hard gray eyes capturing hers.

"I..." she breathed, trying to form a coherent thought. Afterward, when her brain was back to full function, she would be able to appreciate that flawless piece of seduction Annabeth had just pulled there. Anyone of her own bloodline would have been proud of it.

Annabeth hooked a finger under her chin and forced her to take up sightly. It was a strangely dominant move, that played both her arousal and the flavor of attraction she had.

"Fine," Annabeth said and leaned in an inch, forcing Piper to stand up the tops of her toes to close the last inch or two and pressed her lips against Annabeth's.

Without breaking lip contact Annabeth turned the water back on and then deepened this kiss.

After a few very enjoyable moments Piper broke lip contact. "You sure Percy is okay with this?" she asked.

"Percy? Oh yeah. I am even going to tell him about this," she said.

"You are?" Piper asked wide-eyed.

Annabeth grinned. "I make a point not to have secrets from Percy. Especially with something like this. Unless it is a problem for you? In that case, I am afraid I can't do this with you."

Piper thought about it for a moment, then decided that Percy Jackson knowing details about her sex life was a sacrifice worth making if she got to kiss around with his girlfriend. For a moment more Piper asked herself if she had a problem with having her first real sexual experiences being what could only be described as friends with benefits arrangement. Looking over the gorgeous and dripping-wet woman in front of her, she decided she was okay with that as well.

"Nah, it's fine," Piper decided, blushing for some reason.

"It's fine?" Annabeth echoed, her eyebrow raised.

"Hmm," she confirmed, nodding.

"Well then," Annabeth said, letting her gaze swipe over Piper's exposed body and grinned, apparently deciding that she liked what she saw because she stepped closer and pressed her lips against Pipers.

For a very enjoyable minute or so, Piper let her crush kiss her, and ever so slowly drive her back against the wall. Finally, after gathering the courage, she grabbed the hem of Annabeth's top and began to pull it up, a task made more complicated by the fact that the fabric stuck to her skin. Divining her intentions, Annabeth broke away, and grinning playfully she stripped the top off, leaving the blond in a gray sports bra.

It wasn't quite what Piper had hoped for but Annabeth chose to kiss her again which was okay enough. For a few young minutes, Piper just stood there, exchanging lip contact while Annabeth's hands casually moved over her skin. Finally, Piper gathered the guts to wrap her arms around Annabeth's neck. As if having waited for her to commit further, Annabeth's hands came to rest at her hips.

After a few amazing minutes later Piper broke away and looked up into Annabeth's bemused eyes. "Yes, Piper?" she asked.

"Can I,..." The blush on Piper's cheeks had nothing to do with the warm water. "Take your clothes off, you know...because I am naked too."

Again Annabeth burst out laughing. "Sure Piper," she finally said and let her arms drop to her side. Feeling rather giddy Piper got behind Annabeth and finally unclasped the bra.

"What was so funny?" she asked.

"The running joke is that Percy is oblivious around women...but I got to give it to him, he is a lot smoother than you are. I barely noticed him undressing me the first time..."

Piper grinned sheepishly. "Well,..." she mused. "You can't argue with results."

"I guess I can't," Annabeth conceded as Piper returned in front of her to admire the fruits of her labor.

Annabeth's breasts were quite a bit bigger than her own relatively flat-chested barely B-cup existence and she was immediately grateful that Percy has elected to share them with her. If Annabeth was her girlfriend, she never would tolerate anyone but her getting to play with those divine milk jugs. The boys had always been right there, Piper thought to herself. All the straight girls failed to appreciate how amazing the boobs were. Piper, playing for both sides of the river, very much understood.

Annabeth was quite a bit taller than her and more muscular. Even dripping wet she looked like one of those ancient warrior maidens, and by the gods, she could not imagine what Percy did to her to get to to make the sounds she heard from the other side of the wall. Devine physique or not.

Looking Annabeth in the eyes to gauge her reaction she slowly reached out and the tips of her the tips of her fingers along the outer slope of Annabeth's breast, quite impressed by how soft they felt. Not that her own weren't but these were the bigger than hers, and it just wasn't the same. Then her thumb came around, gliding over Annabeth's exposed pink nipple. Finally, she grabbed Annabeth's breasts and playfully squeezed before slowly leaning forward and pressing her lips against Annabeth's light pink nipple and felt Annabeth's hand at the back of her head.

Pipe switched over to the other breast, awkwardly kissing Annabeth soft flesh and sucking on the blonde's nipples. She wanted to explore every inch of the blonde's body, and from what she could tell, Annabeth had every intention of letting her do just that. Finally, Piper surfaced and kissed Annabeth on the lips again, smirking to herself as the blond deepened the kiss.

They were slow, deep kisses. The kind that let Piper hope that a lot more than some petting and skinny dipping would be happening. Was it sad that she was willing to let her first be a friend with benefits rather than someone special? Perhaps,... But considering she had daydreamed about something like this happening, she was not going to complain. Annabeth was very beautiful and strangely enough, she trusted Annabeth would not be judgmental if she embarrassed herself. Which was somewhat counterintuitive, because Annabeth tended to be judgmental about just about everything else.

Finally, Annabeth seemed to decide to take charge, pressing her up against the back wall without breaking lip contact. Their kisses grew hotter as Annabeth's toned body pressed up against her own. She felt Annabeth grab her wrist. The blond then proceeded to force them up and then pin them over her head. "Wow," Piper yelped and stared up at the blond with wide eyes.

A moment later Annabeth's lips were on hers again, only this time the blond placed a hand on her lower abdomen, pressing in slightly. Piper finally closed her eyes, a soft moan escaping her lips. Slowly, but undeniably, Annabeth's hand slid down to regions only she had ever played with so far. Piper was dead certain though that she would not back out now and instead kissed Annabeth back even harder.

"Oh gods," Piper whispered. "You've done this before," she complained between heated kisses. "Haven't you."

"Yeah," Annabeth said between kisses. "Boyfriend has a harem," Annabeth replied between kisses. "Three-way."

"You are so bad!" Piper squealed, one of her hands grabbing hold of Annabeth's firm, well-trained aft deck, squeezing hard. Piper wasn't overly surprised it. While at first glance Annabeth really did not strike her as the kind of girl that would do things like that. Then, she was going along with this harem thing and was in the shower with her right now, so clearly this was the kind of thing she did do.

Then, who was Piper to complain?

Piper's continued to moan softly as Annabeth worked on her, the sounds of her pleasure drowned out by the falling water.

Sadly all good things had to come to an end. Eventually, Annabeth broke away and turned the water off.

"So, Piper," Annabeth asked, a small grin curling her lips. "Takeout, Netflix, and chill?"

Chapter Text

Annabeth Chase

Annabeth had not bothered getting dressed after the shower and had only thrown on a bathrobe. It was an example Piper had followed.

Was this the lifestyle her younger, more naïve self would have imagined a few years ago? Very unlikely. Even now, she did not know if declaring the harem fair game in her relationship had been a wise decision. Though arguably she knew that in the long term, it was the only viable one. Now here she was, with a conquest of her own. Where this would go? Annabeth had no clue. She had a few hypotheses there. One relative happy ending where she was Percy's woman, even if it wasn't quite as exclusive as she would have preferred. The alternative was a disaster with a lot of broken hearts. All in all, Annabeth had a disturbing lack of certainty there.

While Annabeth ordered pizza, she watched Piper as she put on the first episode of The Office. She herself was surprised by how fast everything had gone in the end. Annabeth had been interested in experimenting with her own sex ever since that threesome with Silena. She would have asked Silena, but for one Silena had hinted that threesomes, and perhaps by extension a more female touch, really weren't up her alley. For another Silena was very much Percy's girl, and while she was clearly perfectly happy to fuck him, Annabeth didn't want to have Silena feel obliged to do the same for her.
Once the food was delivered they curled up on two cushion sofas and are in relative silence as they watched the show. Halfway through the third episode Piper finally looked up at her sheepishly, after spending the past twenty minutes shooting furtive glances over at her. "Can we do the kissing thing again?" she finally asked, grinning up at her in a somewhat embarrassed manner.

Annabeth grinned over at her roommate. "Well, if you insist!" Annabeth said and kissed the daughter of Aphrodite straight on the lips. She tasted,... surprisingly similar to Silena.

As they exchanged slow, gentle kisses Annabeth slowly tugged on the belt of Piper's bathrobe. Once the knot came undone, Annabeth casually parted the fabric, revealing the front of Piper's bare torso and firm breasts. Piper grinned up at her. "Not much to look at," she joked awkwardly.

"Oh, don't say that," Annabeth replied, leaned over, and kissed the closer of the two nipples. "I like them."

Then she swung a leg across Piper's lap, swung over, and straddled the daughter of Aphrodite, earning herself a surprised yelp. "Annabeth," Piper exclaimed and began to laugh while attempting to discreetly open the belt of Annabeth's own cloth belt and open Annabeth's bathrobe, clearly eager to get access to what was hidden behind. It was an endeavor that in itself, Annabeth considered rather flattering.

Just to complicate Piper's efforts a bit more Annabeth cupped Piper's cheeks with her hands and kissed her straight on the lips. Annabeth felt Piper's hands awkwardly settle on her waist and aggressively deepened the kiss, earning herself a shocked gasp from her roommate.

As they exchanged increasingly heated kisses she felt Piper's hands sneak up her form and squeeze her breasts.

Feeling generous, Annabeth broke lip contact, sat up straight, and let her bathrobe drop down from her shoulders until she was completely top-free. Then, knowing how much Percy enjoyed it when she did it, she pulled Piper's head between her breasts, guessing the daughter of Aphrodite would appreciate it about as much as her man did. Piper grinned at her sheepishly when Annabeth finally released her.

"That was...fun," Piper mused.

"Happy you enjoyed yourself," Annabeth said, hooking her hand under Piper's chin to get the young woman to look up from her breasts to her face, and playfully swiped her thumb across Piper's lower lips in a suggestive manner. "But I think I am going to have dessert now."

Percy Jackson

"So, why did I have to come with you again?" Silena asked crossly from the shotgun seat he had borrowed from Olympus's carpool.

"Oh, just in case I want some roadhead," Percy explained casually and grinned over at her. When she glowered at him he added. "Don't be angry, you said you wanted to be mine."

It was a lie, Annabeth had suggested Percy take Silena out for dinner after at some point. He had chosen today because Apollo had suggested a restaurant in the South Hamptons and he didn't want Silena hiding from the world. She had just as much right to be at camp as anyone else did. So when Chrion had called him to sort out an argument involving two daughters of Nike.

So you want a blowjob?" Silena asked, a rare note of irritation entering her voice as she glared at the road.

"Huh," Percy asked as if he hadn't understood her. It was too early for that.

"You had me put on a dress and makeup and dragged me out here for roadhead?" Silena demanded incredulously.

"No," Percy corrected mildly. "I dragged you out here just in case I wanted road head."

Silena opened her mouth and closed it again and then glared out at the snowy countryside of long island passing outside. "And I would never ask you to put on makeup, you look perfect without."

"You told me to put on something nice!" Silena argued. "I spent half an hour getting ready! And I froze my ass off at camp."

She did look very nice. There was no denying that, Percy thought to himself.

Hidden away under her coat was a light jacket and a sleeveless black dress that showed off her body in all right ways.

"Annabeth is right," Silena muttered and crossed her arm. "You are infuriating."

Percy grinned to himself as the South Hamptons came into view. It was the evening, and the sky was quickly darkening. Only when they pulled onto the parking lot of the fancy-looking oceanfront restaurant did Silena perk up from her brooding.

"What is this?" she asked.

"Thought you might be hungry," he offered.

Annabeth Chase

Annabeth swiftly kissed her way down Piper's body, pausing only shortly to give Piper's breasts some affection. Gently Annabeth sucked on them as Percy had done for her. With both hands, she pressed them together as much as possible, though with Silena's proportional bigger ones it would have been a lot easier.

Once Annabeth had earned her first soft moans from Piper, she noticed how visibly Piper's posture was shifting, responding to her touches, sinking back into the cushions. Was she that transparent too with her physical reactions?

After glancing at Piper, Annabeth worked her way further down her roommate's body, mirroring what Percy usually did with her and worked well on her. She herself also always basked the pent-up desire for her Percy showed when he handled her body. It would be hard to mirror that, she thought.

Yes, she thought smugly. Piper was horny. Annabeth kissed Piper's by now toned abdomen, the training she had forced Piper through clearly paying off in her favor there. Finally, she reached Piper's lower abdomen, slid down off the couch until she was kneeling on the carpet, and risked a glance up at her. The daughter of Aphrodite was glancing down at her with a healthy mixture of arousal and nervousness.

Annabeth only grinned evilly and then moved in for the kill. Again copying Percy's usual tact she kissed a path down Piper's groin and then her pussy, quickly concentrating on her clit, flicking her tongue over and around it.

"Oh gods," Piper whispered as Annabeth found a good angle.

Again, she only really worked off what she liked being done to herself as she ate Piper out, and fondled her breasts with one hand. Judging by the soft moans die the way Piper was tugging on the hair, she had to be doing something right. Finally, Annabeth pulled her tongue back and grinned up at Piper again. Her roommate's cheeks were flushed bright pink.

After a sweet moment of heavy eye contact, Annabeth turned her attention back to her craft and pushed a finger into Piper.

"Oh, fuck. Annabeth...," Piper half complained, half whimpered.

It took her a few moments to find the G-spot but after a few years of experience with looking for it herself, she found it rather quickly. Still, she could empathize with guys having problems finding it. The stress of not finding it,...well she felt it too.

Finally, though, she had Piper moaning and whimpering. The beautiful young woman was leaning back, her head thrown back and eyes now closed. Much like Percy had done so often to her, and probably a few other girls like now, she began to finger blast Piper, teasing the ever so illusive spot with at first one, then two fingers, while keeping her tongue on Piper's clit. Piper's breathing quickly turned into a labored pant, soft moans escaping her tightly pressed lip before Piper finally moaned loudly.

She was going to get Piper to climax, Annabeth thought smugly.

Annabeth pulled back her face and doubled down on her efforts with her hand, despite feeling her hand quickly fatigue. Piper's aroused whimpers egged her on, and Annabeth soon added a third hand. She wasn't even sure if Piper noticed she had, but judging by the reviews she was getting from the actor's daughter she sure was doing something right.

It did not suit her pride too well, that her hand gave out before Piper climaxed. The fucking thing just cramped halfway and she was forced to pull it out of Piper's by now blissfully wett pussy. Annabeth had to admit that she was somewhat blessed, with an organism dispenser like Percy, who seemed to have a secret remote for the female body. As she watched Piper breathe deeply as the tension she had created slowly ebbed away, she had to admit, that getting another girl to climax was probably an art itself.

After another deep sigh, Piper let her hang and opened her eyes to look down at her.

"That was fun," Annabeth commented. "I enjoy seeing you moan," she added, perhaps to play over her own inadequacies. When she had seen Percy handling Silena, or experiencing him doing it with herself, it had looked so easy.

"Did we just really do this?" Piper asked breathlessly.

Annabeth held up her glistening wet fingers. "Looks like it," Annabeth mused.

At this, Piper blushed deeply and then laughed.

"What?" Annabeth asked, suddenly worried that it was over her efforts.

"I should really thank Percy for borrowing you too me."

"Borrow you to me?" Annabeth asked herself silently, suddenly uncertain. Had she been wrong alone? Had she really been giving permission to seduce Piper? Or had Percy effectively borrowed her to Piper?

She doubted he had ambitions to add her to his own collection. He already seemed to have his hands full with the women now in his life. Adding Piper would not make it easier. Percy had proved perfectly capable of surprising her from time to time with the depth of his planning and execution.

Nope, she decided, mainly because it suited her ego best, and not because she had the evidence to support it.

Piper grinned sheepishly. "That was...fun."

Annabeth laughed and looked deep into Piper's eyes. "Now," Annabeth said, guessing that Piper would respond well to a firmer hand. "I am going to take you to my bedroom, and there I am going to make you moan some more." And more importantly, Annabeth thought, getting to do some moaning on herself.

She pulled Piper to her feet and then freed her of that pesky bathrobe, looking her partner over. "You are crazy cute," Annabeth commented, then holding Piper by the wrist, she began to pull her towards the bedroom. It quickly turned out that Piper did not need much convicting because her roommate eagerly followed her back to her bed which incidentally looked that much more appealing with Piper Mclean in it.

Percy Jackson

As it turned out, taking Silena out for dinner had gone a long way in improving her mood. The moment he freed her from her jacket as she saw down in the luxury established her surly frown had begun to give way to her usual cheerful smile. In the end, it was almost with a sense of regret, that he held out her jacket for her to slip into.

"Oh, no need for that," she said and threw the jacket over her should and slumped slightly against him, still mildly tipsy, and let Percy guide her across the dark, snowy parking lot and back to the sleek black car and held open the door for her to slide into the shotgun seat before claiming the position behind the wheel.

"You know," Silena said as he pulled out of the parking lot. "At least now I know why you wanted me to dress up. Had me thinking you brought me along as a snack."

"Well not only," Percy replied with a grin as he slowly made his way down the snow-covered roads. "Anyone would be in good hands with you in the shotgun seat."

Silena laughed, giving Percy a sideways look when he stopped at a red light. "And here I was the one hoping I would be in good hands..."

Percy gave Silena a long look. "I wish you would value me more for my personality, you know. I am not just your post-rebirth orgasm dispenser," he complained, trying hard to keep a straight face.

As they drove out of town Silena suddenly unbuckled her seatbelt. "What?" Percy asked, keeping his eyes on the road as he saw Silena pull her knees under herself and lean over towards him until she was on all fours, with her knees on her own seat, "Never imagined I'd be doing this,..." she said apologetically and Percy felt Silena's delicate fingers working to unbutton his pants.

"Silena," Percy said, keeping his eyes on traffic and pushing Silena's head out of his view. "Driving a car here!"

"Relax, you're a god. I don't think a car accident could put a big dent in you," Silena said, finally succeeding.

"It could put one in you," Percy argued as Silena finally succeeded in pulling her favorite toy out.

Silena giggled in that way she only did when she was tipsy. "Oh shut up," she said and leaned down before pausing. "Sorry, shut up master I mean," she corrected herself and winked before taking his semihard length into her mouth.

"Oh fuck," Percy groaned, trying to keep his attention firmly on the road. Why had the fates so punished him, stuck with beautiful women who wanted him at least as much as he wanted them?

Annabeth Chase

Really getting Piper committed turned out to be a lot easier than she would have thought possible. As it turned out, the daughter of Aphrodite was more than eager to return whatever favors Annabeth had paid her previously. Annabeth lay on her bed, propped up by the pillow, with Piper McLean enthusiastically at work between her legs. While Piper seemed to lack both Percy's experience, and quite frankly raw talent, Annabeth was still beginning to seriously enjoy herself. For a moment Piper looked up at her, her tongue still stuck out, and met her gaze.

Then, after Piper reached up and playfully squeezed her breasts she submerged she rose to her knees and knelt down next to her, clearly ogling her. Annabeth was fine with that, call her vain but she did not have a problem with her body being admired by the person she was naked in bed with. She had put a lot of effort into her body, partly for that reason. It was why, additionally to what she had always done, she had added a body-building component to her workout routine. She had started at fifteen, admittedly mainly to try to get Percy's attention.

"Got an idea," she said and rose from the bed and hurried off to the desk.

"Everyone knows you are a nerd, but are you really going to do work now?" Piper asked.

She grabbed the vibrator from her desk drawer, a holdover from the brief pause in her relationship with Percy, and returned, presenting it to Piper. "Have you ever had an orgasm before?" she asked innocently.

"No,...you know, tried it a few times but never got there," Piper admitted. Annabeth smacked the tool in the palm of her hand and grinned down at her victim. "Let us fix that," Annabeth offered. "Now, I might not be Percy, but I think with this baby we can brute force it."

A light blush appeared on Piper's cheeks as she looked at the took, and then back at Annabeth. "Are you telling me you never happened one? Thought you grew up in Beverly Hills, the capital of degeneracy heartland?"

Piper snorted, her eyes still on the toy. "Spent most of my time being shipped from private school to private school. You know, gathering a felony here, petty theft there. You really use that?"

Annabeth giggled. "Yeah, sometimes. You know, when my backbreaker model isn't around."

"It is hard to miss when he is," Piper replied drily, and Annabeth only laughed unabashed. Unlike Piper Annabeth was actually in a stable if admittedly somewhat unconventional relationship and she would not apologize for having her needs met in her sex life. She really did try to be quiet.

"Well Ms Mclean, I am not going to be the loud one tonight," Annabeth promised and headed back to the bed just as Piper sat up. "Where do you think you are going?" Annabeth asked sternly.

"Nowhere," Piper squeaked.

"Huh," Annabeth said, not because she believed Piper had planned to go anywhere, but because she herself had to admit she liked it when Percy stuck a more assertive tone with her. Piper looked up at her with wide eyes and then hastily nodded in an over-exaggerated manner.

As smoothly as she could, she slid back into the bed. Then she tossed her pillow into the corner offered by the wall in front of the bed's head and side and nestled herself into it before beaconing Piper closer with her index finger, a plan already forming in the back of her head. With a gratifying amount of eagerness, Annabeth watched as Piper crawled toward her. With her hands resting on Annabeth's muscled thighs, Piper rested her slender form against hers and crushed her lips against Annabeth's with an impressive amount of force for someone of her slim build. Eager to capitalize on this she dropped the toy and wrapped an arm around Piper and pulled her even closer.

Despite her aggressiveness, Annabeth noted to herself, Piper lacked the capacity to seemingly take complete control of her body as Percy did. Then, was it fair to compare her north of two hundred twenty pound boyfriend to a slip-built daughter of Aphrodite? Probably not, but it certainly meant that before long she had twisted Piper around until Piper was leaning against Annabeth, twisted around to continue kissing her on the lips. It did not take long for Annabeth to reply with tongue, as her hands slid up Piper's torso to grope both of her breasts. Without breaking lip contact she grabbed the vibrator and flicked it on with a flourish. For a moment Piper seemed to falter in her continuous attempts to eat as much of Annabeth's mouth as she could. In return, Annabeth retaliated by slipping one hand, gently grabbing hold of Piper's throat. After setting down the vibrator between Piper's, Annabeth rested her hand on Piper's groin, only to swiftly slip her index and middle fingers into Piper.

Holding Piper to her chest, Annabeth proceeded to earn herself those sweet sweet moans with some satisfaction. She could now understand why Percy was perfectly happy to take the time and do this kind of stuff to her. The ability to do that to a person was somewhat exhilarating and ego-boosting. To her mild annoyance though, despite being blessed with years of experience from working on herself during her years of wild adolescence in which she simped over her best friend, the results of her efforts quickly plateaued.

Piper moaned and whimpered. Soon Piper's olive skin was coated in that kind of sweat film that was the marker of good work being done. But it didn't seem to get better, despite Piper clearly enjoying herself. What seemed so easy at Percy's hands, she had to admit was for now beyond her abilities. It was then that she fell back on that oh-so-famous force multiplier that brightened the lonely hours of oh-so-many unfortunate women.

When the hum filled the room he felt Piper relax against her as she braced herself for the impending ride. "I couldn't hear you yet properly," she whispered into Piper's ears. She always enjoyed it when Percy did that and gained an entirely new appreciation for how hard it was to come up with stuff that sounded sexy while you were simultaneously trying to make your partner moan.

After flicking the fun toy on Annabeth pressed her lips against Piper's smooth neck and pressed the vibrating bell-shaped top against Piper's clit and proceeded to gently dig it in with gentle circular motions. "Oh shit," Piper gasped, her fingernails digging into the muscles of Annabeth's lower arm, her breath suddenly coming in sharp hitches, and her legs bending in response to the stimuli.

"You like that?" Annabeth breathed into Piper's ear, pulling away the vibrator. "Want me to stop?"

"No, don't," Piper whimpered.

Grinning to herself smugly, Annabeth continued.

"Oh gods," Piper whimpered.

"Keep those legs apart for me," Annabeth whispered back. With Piper clearly occupied Annabeth also began to understand that pesky habit that Percy had of fucking around when the girl was clearly elsewhere with her faculties. The kind of fucking around that regularly ended with her finding out in the morning that she had hickeys without even remembering when she exactly got them and that kind of annoying stuff. Though tempted to leave one herself, she did not feel she had the sort of relationship with Piper that would entitle her to leave one uninvited. They were just friends, having some fun. Not committed lovers like herself and Percy, or even an oath-bound servant like Silena, who also had a habit of sporting love marks.

As she worked, Annabeth playfully squeezed Piper's breasts and pinched her nipples, mildly curious as to how far she could push it until Piper really noticed.

The Piper front of her efforts was going surprisingly well. What she couldn't do with honest handicraft, would be achieved with the power of technology. "Oh fuck! Annabeth!" Piper whimpered, her body tensing and flexing under Annabeth's ministration. Held tightly in place by Annabeth's greater strength and weight, Piper had little choice but to consign herself to Annabeth's mercy.

Being used to her loving being both considerably stronger and heavier than herself, she could empathize with the frustration this caused. Well not so far that she didn't take full advantage of it. It happened surprisingly fast. So fast that Annabeth was not sure if it went so quickly for her too. Understandably, in a highly aroused state, her sense of time tended to be somewhat iffy.

Feeling increasingly smug, she observed as the tension grew in Piper. Her breath was coming in short, staccato gasps, followed by a mournful groan every time Annabeth pulled the vibrator back for a moment. She was tempted to withhold the climax, as Percy did with her. But no,..she had promised to deliver Piper's first orgasm, not to systematically torture her in a manner that had more than once given her the impulse to punch Percy. There was nothing more frustrating than being brought to the edge of release, only to have it all taken away.

Deciding to be a good and reliable friend Annabeth refrained from further messing around. She gently held her friend and pushed ahead.

"Come on sweety," Annabeth crooned, rubbing the vibrator against Piper's clit. "Almost there." She released her arm around Annabeth's torso and proceeded to also gently fingerfuck Piper. Her friend was dripping wet, Annabeth noticed with some curiosity. In the end, it happened surprisingly quickly. Clearly trying to be as quiet as possible, she pressed moans forth from between barred teeth, as she had her head thrown back to lean on a shoulder provided by Annabeth. Piper's body flexed one last time and shuddered. A sharp gasp escaped her lips as the daughter of Aphrodite tried to silence her own release. For maybe ten seconds or so, Piper's pressed out every single breath, as if overcoming some great resistance, before finally going limp.

"You okay, Pips?" Annabeth asked, trying not to laugh, as Piper caught her breath.

"Holy shit,...that was," Piper trailed off, a faraway look in her eyes.

"You enjoyed it?" Annabeth asked, turning off the vibrator and dropping it next to herself, trying to sound innocent instead of betraying how smug she felt.

"Yeah," Piper asked breathlessly, craning her neck to smile at Annabeth with a somewhat dazed look on her face. Not being held in place anymore Piper awkwardly turned onto her stomach so that she was now lying on top of Annabeth, with her head resting on Annabeth's bust. Feeling that this was a very vulnerable moment for her, it definitely had been when she had her first orgasm at another's hand, Annabeth wrapped one arm around Piper's slender torso, and gently rubbed her friend's back with her free hand, already looking forward to recalling her exploits to her favorite person.

Percy Jackson

Other men, Percy told himself, would not complain. He kept his gaze firmly locked on the snowy dark road outside. He tried his best to ignore her. The sound of that slurping,...though it was not loud, even Avichii couldn't quite drown it out. She was arguably one most perved after girls... . What had his mother called her. Ever so polite?

Well, here Ms. Ever So Polite was, bobbing up and down over his lab while he tried to stay on the road. "Silena," Percy complained. The familiar warm presence of Silena's mouth disappeared and for a moment hoped his female company had chosen to stop messing around, only for her to begin to jerk him off and suck on his balls.

"Silena!" Percy complained, keeping his eyes on the dark road.

The daughter of Aphrodite pulled her head back slightly. "Percy," she mocked him, mirroring his whiney tone. "Sweetie, if you didn't want to be sexually harassed by me, you shouldn't have taken me as your slave."

It was impeccable logic, he had to admit. Finally, Percy spotted an off-road that lead off into the forest of the country road he was driving down. It wasn't a real road, more one of those utility roads for forestry work. Most importantly it was dark and private.

Noticing the lurch Silena looked up, her mouth still comically open, and as he stopped the car seemed to realize his own plans had changed.

"She looked back and forth outside and seemed satisfied they were alone because she went right back to sucking him off. Now free to enjoy the show, he leaned back and left her to it, resting one hand on her back. Somewhat awkwardly Silena repositioned herself, so that she was now more or less on all fours, with her legs on the seat, and bracing herself against his legs. She somehow did all this, without his cock leaving her mouth. After a few blissful moments, she pulled away and winked looked over at him. Her expression was hard to gauge in the dim light.

"Push your chair back," she ordered him softly.

Having a pretty good idea where this was going he hastily complied, even going so far as he push his pants down all the way to his knees, releasing the seat belt, and even letting his backrest by a few degrees. "How can you be like this when we are alone, but act like a perfect angel when we are in public," he complained as she awkwardly clambered over the center aisle and onto his lap. She had already pulled her dress up her thighs, her skin shimmering ghostly in the little light there was.

"Are you really complaining?" she asked, sounding more bemused than anything else. "Because if you prefer I can start being a lot more particular about what hole your little friend here goes into..."

"Oh no," Percy hastily said and earned himself a playful pat on the cheek as the young woman straddled him. "Good boy And I have to make a good impression. If I acted like a bitch it would make you look bad by association. Especially in front of your mother. Don't know what kind of girl she thinks I am, especially with how she's already basically declared Annabeth the daughter she never had. Now here we go!"

After Silena switched the car's radio back on he felt her grab his length and her lower abdomen pressing against his chest as she got herself into position. Moments later she slid down onto him with a deep sigh. "By the way sweetie, not that I am not happy to help my man explore his fantasies but you should really do this crazy stuff with Annabeth. I know she prefers the good old-fashioned vanilla stuff, but there is a lot to be sea for teaching your partner new things and she might get jealous if she thinks she is being left out, regardless of what she might say now. Jealousy is really something we do not need in our mess."

Percy cocked his head. "Baby, I don't think getting it up the ass once makes you a subject matter except."

"Percy," she complained, slapping his chest.

"Not that being with you isn't amazing, really. You are. But technically you don't really have much more in the way of hours under your belt."

"Your point being?" she asked, a testy note entering her smooth pleasant voice. Perhaps she didn't like being talked back to by the guy with his dick inside her.

"How about this babe, I promise to tap Annabeth's ass next time I have it up in the air and we forget this conversation," he offered hopefully.

"Good buy," she said, and before he could reply she had already pressed her lips against his.

Car sex, one of Cinima's favorite places for heated hookups. Even with a woman that came in a very user-friendly size like Silena, it was a highly craped affair in Percy's opinion. That and blowjobs togo were also not to be recommended for the safe operation of one's vehicle. Especially from very talented hotties.

Still, especially in almost complete darkness, as they were doing it was pretty damn hot. With Silena squeezed in between himself at the steering wheel, it mattered little that she was basically still dressed. He would not have had much space for touching regardless. If he did this again, he told himself they'd move their fun to the shotgun seat, or back bench.

As almost always when Silena initiated and was on top, it was she who set both the canter and forcefulness. Her lips crushed hard against his, she stuck a slow, but hard pace in her ride. Likely to space constraints, she was bouncing up and down on him instead of those graceful circular motions that she seemed to usually prefer. It actually reminded him of sex of Annabeth, only that Annabeth was considerably heavier, on the rare occasions she found herself on top.

The air was thick with Silena's soft, graceful moans. He felt her lips on his neck and though he was too occupied to feel much, he was quite sure she was trying to leave a little something. By the time Silena stopped, though it could not have been more than a few minutes, the windows were covered in fog and a small blanket of snow had settled on it. During their occupation, that had started up again.

"Finished already," he asked.

"This is really uncomfortable," Silena groaned. "And I have a cramp in my thigh." To fully extend her leg she half slid off him, unfortunately dismounting his cock, and leaned down between the center island. "Fuck," she groaned, suddenly not looking very graceful at all.

"You okay there, babe?" Percy asked, trying not to laugh, as he turned on the reading lights.

"Yeah, think so," Silena complained.

With her slender build, she fit between the seats, just barely at least. With her legs still in the driver's feet compartment, and her ass just wedged in quite solidly just outside of the gap between the chairs. The dress had slipped up further, revealing that she wasn't wearing any panties at all, which either meant she hadn't worn any at all, or at the very least gotten rid of them without him noticing.

It wasn't a very dignified position to be in, Percy thought to himself, enjoying every moment of it.

"Hey, ouch," she complained, trying to rise from her compromising position. "Help me here!"

Percy turned towards her, reaching across with his left hand and cupping one of her butt cheeks, letting his index finger slide across the crack between those beautiful cheeks.

"Percy, a little less sexual harassment, and a little more helping right now. Really not comfortable!"

From the tone in her voice, he could tell she was not in the mood for the kind of game where he slipped in, so to say, so her pushed a hand under her abdomen and pulled her back until she could sink back into the shotgun seat in a messy heat. Her previously immaculately made hair was now a wild mess and her lipstick smeared across her mouth.

"What?" she demanded, noticing his incredulous expression, and then promptly started giggling. A moment later he join in.

"How about we call this a lost cause and wait until we get home?" he asked mildly.

"Yeah," Silena wheezed. "That might be better." Then after a moment, she added, "Kinda doesn't sit right, not getting you to cumm."

As Percy turned on the car he looked over at her. "Well, if it bothers you that much, up for some road head?"

"Maybe not," Silena replied and grinned at him sheepishly.

Chapter Text

Percy Jackson

One thing he would never grow tired of was waking up with a beautiful woman merrily snoring away in his bed. He would have been fully satisfied with spending the rest of his life with Annabeth, but clearly, the fates had different plans for him because when he sat up Silena snoring on the pillow next to him, the covers pulled up right under her nose.

On his other side, the one Annabeth usually occupied, Juniper had curled up in a blanket. When she had snuck in he did not know. Wy? Well judging by the fact she had her bare feet pressed against his thigh, he guessed she had simply been looking for a space heater after coming home late. At least she had been considerate enough to strip nude before she did. She might not have Silena's curves, but her dainty form was certainly decorative.

Considering though, he thought to himself as he looked back and forth between the two women and trying to find a way out of the bed without waking either of them up, that they had only slept together once, it was a surprisingly bold move. Then perhaps she was trying to send him a message. After spotting an easy escape, he slipped out from under the covers and tucked Silena in.

Once extracting himself downwards off the bed, he got dressed and left. As he soon found out, he wasn't the first one up for he was greeted with a view that should have never been possible.

Piper and Annabeth were sitting at the breakfast table, sipping hot chocolate. Piper looked especially tired but high-spirited, while Annabeth looked rather smug. He guessed she had sealed the deal with Piper. What surprised him though was that Khione too had joined them, and was drinking her own hot chocolaty beverage. The three women looked up when he entered. A grin spread across Annabeth's face, while Piper quickly avoided his gaze, her cheeks turning a darker shade of pink. He immediately guessed that Annabeth had successfully made her move. And Khione? Khione merrily acknowledged him with a nod, and absentmindedly scratching Mrs. O'Leary's head when the Hellhound came sneaking up from behind her, clearly trying to scrounge for food.

"Morning Seaweed Brain," Annabeth greeted him brightly.

"Morning Wise Girl," he replied. "Slept good?"

"Oh well enough," Annabeth replied, glancing over at Piper while giving a pointed look that unmistakably communicated that they would talk later.

"Understandable, I missed you too," Percy replied honestly enough, giving Annabeth a small grin, hoping to communicate that he was looking forward to it.

As it turned out, they had more to talk about than they originally had bargained for. As they walked together through the divine city's snowy streets Annabeth recalled her conquest. Truth be told he was rather proud of her. Annabeth was gorgeous, and Piper a real cutie, so following Annabeth's detailed, blow-by-blow, account was something he could live with.

For further girlfriend service, Percy asked about the progress in Annabeth's construction efforts. As expected her eyes lit up and she veered off into a long rant about delivery capacities by contractors and then centered on the true current subject of her contempt, unions. For a moment he considered suggesting Silena could start a union within his little family, but had the sense to not actually bring up the notion. In his nightmares, Annabeth would go on a union-busting rampage within his household. Just the old-fashioned kind.

"So, what are we going to do with Circe?" Annabeth finally asked seemingly from nowhere.

"Do with Circe?" Percy echoed questioningly.

"Not gonna lie," Annabeth said. "Trying to sleep with that psycho in the house is not always easy. Khione kind of grows on you, but Circe? Given the chance she'd cut our throats without hesitating."

Percy shrugged. "Really don't have many alternatives."

"Well," Annabeth pointed out. "Your father I recall has a place for you under the sea. We could stash her there..."

Percy pursed his lips. "I'd rather not put her in someone else's basket." For one, she was too valuable of a card to play to risk leaving her unsupervised under the sea where everyone down there would have easier access to her than he did. For another, he was certain Circe had mannaged to at least hack off someone somewhere under the ocean willing to get back at her, and if she got herself offed, attacked, or raped, it would be his responsibility.

"I see," she said. "Well, if you can pacify her, do it. If we are going to raise kids up here I want that woman kept in line."

"We are going to raise kids up here?" Percy asked innocently. The following look that Annabeth gave him clearly confirmed that yes, she had every intention to raise kids with him, presumably ones Percy had previously dumped inside her. Some might call him a bit longer on the uptake, but slowly Percy was getting the distinct suspicion that Annabeth wanted to start a family with him. As they grew up, Percy could not even have imagined Annabeth being eager to get married, but then perhaps he had only ever seen the daughter of a war goddess, not the woman behind the facade.

Deciding not to ponder any further on the matter he changed tact. "So you actually want to raise them up here?" he asked.

"Oppose to what, down there?" Annabeth asked. "Seaweed Brain, I hate to tell you but I think our projected family constellation would get the FBI really interested."

"Oh, yeah right,..." Percy said and glanced over at Annabeth who was determinatly staring ahead. Perhaps he would never quite get used to that this cute girl he had so admired for her courage and intellect as they grew up and that had conveyed affection via mature name calling, punches to the shoulder, and kicks to the chins, very much desired him and wanted to have children from him. If twelve-year-old him, with a secret picture of Annabeth stashed away in his lunch box, he would have declared them insane. Not only that, she was willing to roll with him having other women next to her, an entire harem in fact. It would seem that the fates had been solidly smashed when they had spun up his string.

"Becides,..."Annabeth trailed off. "At this point not having Silena around would just feel wrong."

"Plus you like the place," Percy added, not seeing how having Silena around would require them to be up on Olympus.

"Well, I did design it," Annabeth admitted smugly. "You only saved the world. I, on the other hand, built the place you stashed your women in."

"Annabeth," Percy said horsly.

"Speaking of stashing women," Annabeth began only to be oh so rudely interrupted by his most abrasive family.

"Hey, blondie! Kelp head!" That awfully familiar voice hailed them from behind and they turned around to find an out-of-breath Thalia trying to catch them.

Somewhat bemused, Annabeth crossed her arms. "What's up, Pinecone face?"

She came to a stop in front of them and took a few seconds to catch her breath. "I've been looking for you,... Silena said you were out on some romantic walk!"

"So why are you here then?" Percy asked, somewhat miffed. He preferred his semi-romantic walks with Annabeth to be Thalia-free. Yet regardless of this, here Thalia was.

"Artemis has been spending the past two days sending Hade's servants in the mortal world to Tartarus," Thalia announced breathlessly.

"Oh fuck," Annabeth muttered under her breath.

"Sucks for Ms Dodds then," Percy replied evenly.

"No, sucks for us. Hades isn't just going to take that lying down," Annabeth replied drily. "Chances are he's going to pull a Tit for Tat."

"Exactly," Thalia wheezed. "Guess who the Tat is. Us, the fucking Hunt!"

"Now, that is a bummer," Percy agreed. "Have you tried telling Artemis to you know,... not do that?"

"I have," Thalia replied in exasperation. "I quote, once you've got millennia under your belt, you will understand the value in carrying a feud to its conclusion."

"I can respect that," Annabeth muttered.

"No one is surprised you approve. Nico does too, he told me to get my goddess in line," Thalia complained.

"So, how can I help?" Percy asked, realizing Thalia would not come running for them at such short notice just to vent. "Because from what I can tell, your best option is to recall the Hunt to Olympus or camp and sit this one out. That is unless you want maidens to start dropping like flies."

"I know that," Thalia snapped. "The only problem is that we have Commitments that we can't just drop. Community outreach programs for at-risk teens and stuff like that"

"Well, the Hunt is always welcome at my place. Beyond that, I don't think either Hades, nor Artemis for that matter put much weight in my opinion," Percy explained, trying his best to sound reasonable.

"To set the record straight, did the Hunt help in hunting down Lord Hade's minions?" Annabeth asked conventionally.

"Obviously," Thalia hissed. "That's the problem. It isn't as if we could let the goddess get herself into this on her own."

"Stay at Camp, or on Olympus," Percy repeated the earlier council. "Wait for this to blow over, it eventually will."

"We can't," Thalia complained petulantly. "I told you, we have commitments."

"Not much that I can do, aside from what I have already done. Remember, I have folks to look after too, present company included," he said and glanced over at Annabeth. "If I rock my boat, chances are it won't be me who will take the plunge."

"Fair enough, most of your women need protecting. You seem to find the ones who are on half of Olympus's shit list," Thalia agreed. "Present company of course excluded," Thalia hastily added after a glance in Annabeth's direction. While anyone messing with Annabeth had a nasty surprise coming for them if they made the mistake of getting within arm's reach of her, he was no less concerned about her. Though he doubted Hades would stoop as low as targeting his lover over some simple quarrel he might have with Percy. Still, in a dispute between gods, Collateral damage was unavoidable. It just sucked balls for those who found themselves playing the role of collateral.

After promising he'd try to figure something out they parted ways.

As promised, Percy tried to raise the topic with Artemis during her training sessions the following day, only to find himself being rejected in a surprisingly friendly and polite manner. It was fairly obvious that the goddess did not care for his opinion or counsel on the matter.

Silena's words from their trip had stayed with him, that while being adventurous with her was all good and fine, but that he should really be doing that kind of exploring with Annabeth. As tempted as he was to try things out with Silena or even Juniper, and once confident in what worked and didn't work offer Annabeth a custom-made experience, he had to admit that she was right.

So after giving her a week or two to enjoy her little affair with Piper, he raised the topic one evening. They were playing chess in the media room. Okay, perhaps playing was an overly generous description. He was trying to move around figures in a manner he hoped conformed with the rules, while Annabeth was systematically thrashing him.

"I've been thinking," he began.

"Huh," Annabeth said, her stern gray eyes staring through the board, probably calculating a gazillion moves ahead.

"You know that kind torture room thing you designed?" Percy asked.

Annabeth paused, and then glanced up at him, an eyebrow raised in a sceptical manner. "Yes, Seaweed Brain?" she asked, and looked around conspiratorially to make sure they were alone.

"Well," he began. "Would really like to try it out on you."

"Do you now?" Annabeth mused.

"Yes," he confirmed firmly. Then changing tactics he added, "You know, before I just took you down there anyway."

Annabeth laughed. "How very generous of you, Seaweed Brain. I am surprised you want to do that with me..."

Percy held her gaze. "Why would I not want to do that with you?" he challenged.

"I don't know Seaweed Brain," Annabeth said laughing.

Once her laughter fell silent she glanced back up at him, the hint of a smirk. "Fine, let's do it," she said. "But under two conditions."

"We are making conditions now, are we?" Percy demanded in mock outrage.

"Yes, we are," Annabeth replied. "First of all, I am not the only one being tied up. You do things to me, and I'll let you. But I get to do things to you," she warned. "That is not negotiable. This goes two ways...you've been getting very cocky recently."

"Fine," Percy said laughing. "And the second..."

Annabeth glared at him. "I want to fuck you...in front of Circe."

Percy almost coughed up the cherry hoke he had been drinking. "What?" he asked.

"You heard me. She's your slave, ours if we get married. I want to fuck you in front of her. Next best thing to actually getting proper payback, and you insist on being boring about that...that and I think it would be low-key hot."

For a long moment, Percy stared at her, but he quickly got the impression she wasn't joking after all. He wasn't too worried about her wanting to do things to him. While he loved her, and cherished every intimate moment he had ever had with her, Annabeth had never been overly imaginative in bed, a big reason why it usually ended with her on all fours. He was certain it would end with bondage the same way. The other part..."

"Not a threesome. Keep the bitch in her cage. I want you to go to town on me down there."

"Fine," Percy said, trying to get over how inappropriate this request felt. In front of Juniper or Silena,.. sure. But Circe... On the other hand, it was a major power move, and he was quite sure that living out a power fantasy was a major part of this. He had seen enough female powertrips to know that they were tended a lot less straightforward and a lot more 3D chessy than the ones his own gender came up with. And though her hair was growing back at a speed that many other women might envy, the personal slight clearly hadn't been forgotten. The more concerning part was, that knowing Annabeth to have a more ruthless streak in her, she'd probably do a lot worse.

"Tonight?" he asked.

"Oh no, got to call my dad tonight, talking to him right before or after we hook up feels really weird," she explained. "Tomorrow maybe? But definitely before we enter that room."

Chapter Text

Piper McLean

With February passing March finally announced itself with even more studying. The only thing keeping her on task was the fact that if she didn't stay on task, she didn't get to play with Annabeth's boobies. Having neither the time nor the will, to hit the clubs or bars her age group tended to hit, she relied on Percy's girlfriend for that oh-so-sweet drug Annabeth had introduced her to. Not having a sex life was all fun and games until you were forced to find out what you were missing out on and now Annabeth was her only dealer. This, Piper realized, was probably one of the reasons why a monogamous soul like Silena was so content with sharing a man.

Finally, Piper slammed her book on Market Fluctuations shut and threw her head back in a dramatic manner. Annabeth, who was glaring down at some spreadsheet that seemed to have personally wronged her in some manner turned her ire on Piper. "Finished already?" she asked, her stormy gray eyes boring into Piper, leaving her asking herself how Percy had even managed to tame the daughter of Athena.

"No," Piper replied hastily and turned her attention back to her work, feeling Annabeth's suspicious glancing at her every few seconds or so as if to be absolutely certain she wasn't cheating. It should come as no surprise that she wasn't actually doing much in the way of effective studying, only ensuring Annabeth thought she was.

Piper continued working until she heard Annabeth cursing under her breath and slapped the side of her laptop before slamming it shit. Piper looked over at her questioningly.

"I fucked a calculation up three hours ago," Annabeth said glumly. "Got to start over."

"Oh no..." Piper replied, her voice hollow.

"Fuck," Annabeth growled.

"Sure," Piper replied before she could stop herself and earned herself an exasperated look.

"You are worse than Percy," she finally said.

"He's interested in your personality," Piper joked. "I only want to get into into your panties."

Annabeth stuck her tongue out in reply before turning her attention back to her laptop.

Piper and Annabeth continued to work on their respective tasks, though it was evident that their focus was slipping. The playful banter had lightened the atmosphere, and as the hours passed, it became clear that they needed a break. At the very least Piper needed one. Annabeth continued to prosecute her laptop and worksheets with extreme prejudice.

"I need a breather. Let's grab some coffee," Piper finally said, feeling she had worked enough

Annabeth sighed leaned back in her chair, and stretched her arms out as she considered the proposition. Finally, though she nodded and they headed to the nearby Starbucks, where they found a cozy corner to sit. For a few long moments, Annabeth pondered over the menu for a few minutes going for her customary coffee black and strong-armed the poor girl behind the counter into accepting the order just like that.

"How is your dad," Annabeth asked pointedly.

"Still thinks you are a good influence," Piper replied somewhat drily.

"So does Sally," Annabeth replied unabashedly.

"Yeah, Sally just loves you," Piper confirmed.

"I am, very adorable," Annabeth pointed out helpfully.

Annabeth Chase