AN: All credits goes to Uncle Rick and TheSonofTartarus.
Warning Note: More than half of chp. is filled with lemon/smut. Read at your own risk-
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Chapter 9 :- We Go.... Mining?!
Time: A week later
It had been a week. The Hunters and Transformers were pushing themselves to the limits. Percy had come to Camp Half-Blood for a change, where the Romans were also staying for the war.
After that night, Artemis and Thalia had avoided him, and he had not pressured them. The only word that Percy had exchanged with the two in the week was to tell them to come to Camp that day.
Percy sighed, standing in the middle of a desolate arena at Camp Half-Blood. Everybody was having lunch.
Pulling his khopesh out of nowhere, Percy felt the comforting weight of the bronze in his hand a moment later. He smiled as he gave it a few test swings, enjoying how the celestial bronze blade cut through the air and shone in the sunlight.
With a fierce, war cry, he stabbed the sword forward, impaling an imaginary hellhound between the eyes before ripping it back out and smoothly twisting into a slice that cleaved a non-existent skeleton from shoulder to hip. He flowed from thrust, to slash, to parry, to block without a moment's hesitation, the movements flowing together into an elaborate dance of shimmering bronze as sword, shield, and demigod moved as one.
He ended the dance with his arm outstretched, the khopesh driving itself through the heart of a hypothetical cyclops, while his shield was pressed tightly to his side, protecting him from a flurry of illusory arrows.
"Ahem."
He turned his head towards the source of the noise and found none other than Artemis in all her voluptuous glamour tapping her foot impatiently by the edge of the arena. He dropped his stance, steadily exhaling as the tension bled from his frame.
He quickly sheathed his weapon and retracted the shield back into his bronze arm as he briskly walked over to the moon goddess, formulating what he hoped would be a satisfactory explanation.
"Jackson." The goddess narrowed her eyes. "You have a lot of explaining to do."
He came to a stop in front of her, crossing his arms as he looked down at her. "Yeah yeah." He grumbled. "So? What do you want to know first?"
"Start from the beginning. Tell me why I am here, and when the war will start."
He paused for a moment, wondering if he should leave out any details, then concluded that Artemis had already seen and experienced enough that omitting anything wouldn't make a difference.
He repeated his speech about the keys, ending with, "They are sure to come for me and the keys. If they succeed in putting the keys into place, the earth will be invariably destroyed, Unicron will rise, and it will be very risky odds against us."
"I'm sure you know the rest." He finished, awaiting her reaction.
Artemis was clearly uncomfortable with this discussion about the imminent destruction of the world, and changed the subject.
"You know I didn't exactly consent to what we did, right?" She glared at him.
He growled and stepped closer, looming over her as his sea-green eyes gleamed with dominance, recalling the night. He stepped dangerously close to her.
Artemis flinched and took an involuntary step backwards. Feeling the point had been made, Percy eased off slightly.
The moon goddess blushed furiously, looking at him submissively.
He continued. "And I never told you to finger yourself when sucking me off, or kiss Thalia when I finished." He leaned in, a smirk upon his lips. "So could it be that you actually enjoyed being dominated by me?"
The moon goddess' mouth moved, though no words came out, her gaze flickering from side to side. He pulled back once he felt he had conveyed his point.
He sighed. "Why are we having this discussion? I don't like seeing the people I care about get hurt." He tilted his head. "Do you?"
She scoffed. "You're asking me like I have people I care about, other than the Hunters."
"Oh?" Percy raised an eyebrow. "Not even me?"
"Why would I care about you?"
He smirked and stepped closer, "I think I could make it worth your while."
Artemis swallowed nervously. "And how... how would you do that?"
He grinned. "Like this."
He wrapped his arms around her, his left hand settling at the small of her back while the right cupped the back of her head, and pulled her into a deep, loving kiss.
The goddess tensed for a moment as their lips met, then relaxed as the son of Poseidon's tongue curled around her's. She pressed her body against his, sending lewd little shivers running up and down her spine as she felt the thick, corded muscle of his athletic frame flex beneath his flawless skin.
He pulled back, gently nibbling on her bottom lip as he did so, eliciting a startled gasp that allowed him to dive back into her mouth with a passion. His kiss was like the ebb and flow of the tide, backing off and surging forth at random intervals, alternating between gentle and rough, keeping her on her toes as they traded tongues. His left hand ran down her back, pausing over her tight, round ass before sinking his fingers into the soft, succulent flesh.
She melted into his grasp, throwing her arms around his neck and pulling him in deeper, to which he freely obliged. His right hand, relieved of its duty in keeping Artemis in place, untangled itself from her silky, black hair and joined its counterpart at her rump. They squeezed, rolled, and kneaded the firm, plump cheeks of her bubble butt, forcing a low, needy moan from her throat.
After what seemed like an eternity of making out, Percy finally withdrew.
Both of them were panting as they caught their breath. The son of Poseidon sported a poorly concealed erection that manifested itself as a very prominent and unmistakable bulge in his cargo shorts. Artemis, meanwhile, was quivering with lust, her legs shaking as they pressed together in a futile attempt to suppress her arousal while her sweltering pussy leaked rivulets of juices down the inside of her thighs.
He squeezed his eyes shut, tensing his body as he concentrated on beating down his desire until he was reasonably certain he wouldn't try anything stupid. He opened his eyes once his breathing had evened out as well, and was met by the sight of Artemis with a hand down her shorts, brazenly fingering herself in front of him.
He could feel his resolve being tested again by the spectacle before him, but nonetheless managed to stay strong.
He walked over to Artemis and grabbed her hand, stopping her lewd motions and snapping her out of the lust-induced state she had sunk into. He brought her fingers up to his mouth, where he then proceeded to slowly licked them clean of their sweet, feminine juices. She shuddered, uttering sultry little whimpers each time his tongue dragged along her digits and sending heat pooling between her legs.
Percy finally stopped once he was certain her hand was devoid of her own nectar, and finished the impromptu cleaning session by placing a small, dainty kiss on each of her fingertips before releasing her wrist.
Her cheeks flushed an even deeper shade of golden, though it was no longer entirely due to arousal. She looked up at him to see the son of Poseidon grinning at her.
He swept her into his arms, pulling her against his broad chest and enveloping her in his warmth. They kissed again, more gently and delicately than the passionate kisses of minutes earlier. Artemis moaned into his mouth and began to snake her hand down his pants, only to be interrupted by Percy.
He broke the kiss and looked down at her, grinning once more. "Convinced yet?"
She stared at him in confusion, then recalled their earlier conversation, which seemed to break through the haze of lust that clouded her mind. "Only if I don't need to share."
He frowned. He knew that she had only included Thalia because she couldn't handle his pain alone. Not that he blamed either of them. "Are you sure you won't reconsider?"
She shook her head as best she could while being embraced by the son of Poseidon.
He leaned down, his mouth a hair's breadth away from hers. She unconsciously quickened her breathing as she gazed at his soft, salty lips, licking her own as she remembered how they felt against her's.
"Having second thoughts?" He smirked at her reaction. "I wouldn't blame you. Thalia's going to have this all to herself you kno-"
His eyes widened in surprise as Artemis darted forward and kissed him for a split second before withdrawing just as quickly.
He stared at her in surprise and the goddess blushed furiously, unwilling to meet his eyes.
He chuckled and gazed down at her. "So? Willing to compromise?"
"Fuck you, Jackson." She growled, grabbing his shirt and pulling him into another kiss before he had the chance to express his shock.
She pushed him back just long enough to say, "Fine, I'll do it, but she better be ready to share." And pressed her lips to his again, preventing him from replying.
Not that he needed to really. He was already more than satisfied by her response and had no problems complying with her demands. In fact, he was looking forward to it.
But he had a promise to keep to Thalia, and he wasn't about to break it.
He set her down reluctantly, wanting nothing more than to take her right there and then, a sentiment that was reciprocated by Artemis when she refused to let go of his shirt.
He finally managed to pry open her grasp and push her back after several more seconds of making out, ending their kiss far too early for her liking.
She panted, glaring at him as she rubbed her legs together, acutely aware of the copious amount of juices leaking down her inner thighs that had soaked her lacy panties through and through. "Why are you stopping?"
He gave her an apologetic smile. "I have to go to meet Thalia at the beach." Before she could express her distaste for her half-sibling, he distracted her with a quick, small kiss on the lips. "Remember, I won't break a promise I've made, whether it's to you, her, or anyone else. So I'll promise to fuck your cute little brains out once I have some free time, okay?"
She blinked in surprise, momentarily silenced by the brazen proclamation, but quickly regained her composure, albeit with a deeper blush than before colouring her cheeks. She muttered under her breath. "Hmph, you better."
"I'll meet you in the Poseidon cabin as soon as I can." He winked. "Be sure to dress appropriately."
With one last parting grope of her tight bubble butt that elicited an adorable squeak from the Goddess, he left the arena, carefully staying out of sight, least he accidentally run into any campers and was forced to fend off questions about the war. Fortunately, whether it be due to divine luck or his impressive sneaking abilities, he managed to arrive at his destination without any trouble.
He spotted the daughter of Zeus sitting in the grass some ways away from him, resting beneath the shade of a tree as she stared out to sea, unaware of his presence. He grinned as an idea popped into his mind, and he slowly made his way towards her.
Once he was behind her, he sat down, wrapping one arm around her waist and pulling her into his lap, while his other hand covered her eyes.
"Guess who?" He asked playfully.
"Percy?"
He grinned and dropped his hand. It joined the other one around her midsection and he hugged her tight against his chest. "Yep!"
What little irritation she had at being startled melted away as she laughed and snuggled deeper into his embrace. "What took you so long? It felt like I was waiting forever."
"Sorry" he buried his face in her hair, drinking in her delightful scent. "Artemis caught me when I was practising."
He didn't need to see the expression of distaste that twisted Thalia's gorgeous features to know she was less than pleased that Artemis had him all alone.
He continued before she got herself too worked up. "But now that's done, I get to spend more time with you." He kissed her on the neck, which drew a small pleasured moan from her throat and further distracted from her earlier ire.
Thalia was silent for a few seconds after he finished and he was slowly beginning to worry he had upset her somehow.
"You forgot something."
He wracked his mind for anything he could have mistakenly omitted. "I did?"
She turned her head and gazed at him with a mischievous smile. The rest of her body followed until she was face to face with him, her large breasts pressing against his broad chest as she straddled his lap. It was then he realized that she wasn't wearing a bra as her stiff nipples ground against his pectorals, sending little sparks of pleasure up the demigoddess' spine and heat pooling between her legs.
"I want more."
"What do you m-mmmm..." He was abruptly cut off by a kiss, which seemed to be a regular occurrence now - not that he minded of course.
As their lips met, she slowly pushed him down until his back met the ground. She rolled her hips against the growing, throbbing bulge in his pants, letting out a small moan as it pulsed hotly between her legs. She had pinned his arms above his head with one hand while the other made its way down his toned stomach and slipped beneath his shorts.
The son of Poseidon groaned as he felt her soft, delicate fingers wrapped around his cock, though his impressive girth prevented her from fully encircling it with her digits. Nonetheless, she began to stroke him until he reached his full length, where she then pulled down his pants, as well as her own, to reveal her bare, dripping pussy, as well as the fact that she had decided to go commando.
She ground her hips, rubbing her sopping wet snatch up and down the underside of his shaft, slathering it in her sweet, sticky nectar. She whimpered as bliss pulsed in her core with each pass she made, accentuated by the sharp jolts of ecstasy that flickered through her body each time her clit came in contact with his length.
He wanted nothing more than to break free from her grip, sink his hands into her tight, juicy bubble butt and fuck her brains out right there and then. But despite the overwhelming temptation to do so, he managed to restrain himself and allow Thalia to continue her tantalizing ministrations to make up for their earlier interruption.
Perhaps sensing his frustration, she finally pulled back from their kiss, though not before gently raking her teeth over his bottom lips. She raised her hips, using the hand that had been stroking him to align the tip of his throbbing shaft with the entrance to her pussy, before gently easing it in-
-and suddenly slamming down.
Thalia threw her head back, staring sightlessly into the sky as the sudden bolt of pleasure that tore through her mind left her thoughts scattered and incoherent as her brain attempted to recover from the devastating ecstasy that had left it utterly stunned.
Percy fared little better; his body was rigid, his muscles tensed, as he tried, and failed, to process the sensation of having his cock fully sheathed in a hot, moist pussy. Her walls undulated tightly around him, massaging him with a wet, slick heat that made his hips involuntarily buck to and fro.
The daughter of Zeus' arms trembled and failed her a moment later, causing her to collapse against his chest. Naught but the sound of deep, heavy breathing filled the air as they both paused for a moment to adjust to the mind-shattering pleasure that had fried their nervous system just moments before.
Once both of them were reasonably sure that their next few movements wouldn't send them into a near-catatonic state, Thalia shakily propped herself up with her arms, mewling as she felt Percy's cock subtly throb inside her. She began to move her hips up and down, cautiously at first, but as she adapted to the ever-increasing pleasure with ease, she grew bold. With a glint in her eye, she randomly alternating between quick and slow, gentle and rough.
He grunted, screwing his eyes shut as he was caught off guard by her unexpected skill. His fingers dug into the grass and he clenched his jaw, desperately trying to stave off his inevitable orgasm for as long as he could. His strained groans and heated gasps only served to goad her into riding him harder, which then had the effect of forcing even more vulgar utterances from his throat, trapping the two of them in a vicious cycle of unending pleasure.
However, the son of Poseidon was not one to be outdone so easily. He dug his hands into his breeder's hips, halting her sensuous gyrations, before fully hilting himself inside her. She whimpered as the tip of his cock pressed against the back of her womb, forming a prominent bulge on her stomach, and trailing off into a low, sultry whine as he drew circles inside her with his shaft, interspersed with lewd little moans each time he rubbed against her g-spot.
An idea slowly came together in Percy's mind, and with a wicked grin, he tilted her hips forward until her clitoris came in contact with his crotch, never once stopping his movements as he did so. As the unimaginably sensitive nub of flesh was stimulated beyond her comprehension, she froze and her eyes glazed over with pleasure.
Her stillness was broken mere moments later when her toes curled and her back arched, her pussy coiling around his cock with maddening tightness while her juices squirted out around his shaft. He grunted as he was suddenly pushed back to the very precipice of climax. The tenuous hold he had on the edge of orgasm was gone when her walls continued to massage his length incessantly. Combined with the heat and wetness of her insides, not even his immense willpower could prevent him from falling into the sweet ocean of decadence that consumed every one of his senses.
His fingers tensed, pulling her down even further on his cock, allowing the tip of his shaft to kiss the back of her womb. His balls pulled tight against his body, clenching rhythmically as they emptied themselves into her uterus. His length throbbed and pulsed, spewing thick ropes of rich, creamy cum directly into her core.
Nearing the end of her orgasm, Thalia twitched as she felt spurts of his seed strike the walls of her innermost sanctum, followed by a blossoming heat as he continued to pump her womb full of his semen. She was struck by another climax almost immediately after her first ended, causing her pussy to involuntarily and completely milk him dry of whatever sperm he had left in his testicles. A low moan rose from her throat and her arms finally failed her, her ravaged neurons too busy attempting to recover from the deluge of ecstasy to be bothered with keeping her upright.
Their orgasms eventually tapered off after the better part of a minute, leaving them to bathe in the warm afterglow of their passionate lovemaking.
Percy's arms wrapped around her, hugging her tight to his chest as they rested. With their heads side by side, the only things they could hear were the sound of each other's breathing, creating an oddly intimate atmosphere that they nonetheless enjoyed.
The daughter of Zeus was the first to recover from their exertions, carefully lifting herself off of the son of Poseidon's twitching cock and rolling over onto her back beside him.
"Thalia." He tentatively broke the comfortable silence. "That was..." He struggled to search for an adjective that could adequately encapsulate the unbelievable sensations he had just experienced. "Incredible." He finished lamely.
She giggled at his eloquence, or lack thereof, and laced her fingers through his. "You're not the only one with a few tricks up your sleeve you know." She teased.
"Then I guess you'll just have to show me the rest of them the next time we do this." He chuckled and squeezed her hand.
He paused, taking a moment to collect his scattered thoughts before he spoke again. "Thalia, I want you to be aware of what you're getting yourself into. You aren't the only person I take as one of my two lovers." He felt her tense up. "Will you be alright with that?"
Silence reigned again, though this time it wasn't quite as comfortable. He did his best not to fidget as he anxiously awaited her response.
"I... can't say I'm pleased by the thought of having to share you." He didn't need to look at her to see the frown on her face. "But if that's what my mistress and you say and want, then... I'm willing to do it."
He breathed a sigh of relief.
"But!" She continued, a hint of steel leaking into her voice. "You have to promise me that you won't ignore me, or Artemis. Okay?"
He nodded. "I promise."
"Thanks."
He chuckled in response and she glanced at him. "What?"
He shook his head. "Nothing. It's just that, I feel like I should be the one thanking you for agreeing to this. Not the other way around."
"Hmm, then you can show your appreciation by taking me on that date you promised me."
He smiled. "I plan to. In fact, I already have the perfect place in mind."
"Good." She replied.
They fell back into an easy silence, content to enjoy each other's presence for a few more minutes.
The distant voices of campers broke the tranquillity a moment later, however, reminding them that they were not as alone as they would have liked to be.
He sighed. "We should probably go before someone finds us like this." He pushed himself up and offered her a hand.
She blinked, blushed, and smiled before grabbing it and allowing him to pull her up.
They both dressed as quickly as they could and Percy frowned as he failed to rub out the grass stains on his shorts from their activities.
"Can't you use your powers to change it?"
Thalia stared curiously at him as the realization that he could use his newly acquired abilities to solve the issue hit him only a moment before his palm met his forehead. "Ugh, I'm such an idiot." He groaned.
Thalia was going to say something but was interrupted by the not-so-distant voices of their fellow campers as they neared the beach.
She sighed. "We should probably leave before anyone finds us here. I'll go first."
Percy blinked in confusion before the implication struck him and he grimaced. "Right. Can't risk starting rumours." He paused, then smirked. "Well, not yet anyway."
She rolled her eyes even as a small smile tugged at her lips. Taking his hands in her own, she looked up at him. "I'll see you soon?"
"Of course."
"Good." She pecked him on the cheek and hopped back before he could return the favour. "See you later, Percy!" With those parting words, she vanished into the forest, apparently intent on taking a rather roundabout way to the Artemis cabin.
He leaned against a tree as he waited. He needed to give Thalia an adequate amount of time to put enough distance between the two of them before he also headed towards his own cabin. Fortunately, it also gave him a moment to pause and reflect on everything that had happened so far, as well as an opportunity to decide how he was going to proceed from here on out.
He had two lovers- the queen of man-haters, who loved his cock, and getting dominated by him, and her former lieutenant.
The thought made him uneasy for a myriad of reasons: what if he hurt them? What if they hurt each other? If a conflict arose, would he be able to make sure they stayed happy? What if-?
He stopped for a moment as he realized he had failed to consider himself as part of that equation.
He understood that his own feelings were important, but he viewed them as an acceptable sacrifice if he could preserve the feelings of others.
And there it was, his fatal flaw showing itself none-too-subtly in his thought processes. It wouldn't have been a problem had he not been a major element in not one but two great prophecies. At least he was no longer endangering the world with his altruism, just himself.
He blinked and realized he had lost track of time during his introspection when the bark of the tree he had been leaning against had dug into the skin of his back. He pushed himself upright and brushed off the back of his shirt before heading off towards his cabin.
He'd deal with those conflicts when they arose. In any case, he looked forward to keeping his promise.
Time: Back to when Artemis left
Artemis shut the door behind her and looked around the inside of the Poseidon cabin.
Three stacks of bunk beds were distributed evenly along the wall opposite to her. Each stack was two beds tall and separated by a window between them, granting their residents a picturesque view of the sea. The wall to her right was occupied by wardrobes and drawers while the one to her left sported a door leading to the bathroom.
Only a single set of beds seemed to be in use - for obvious reasons - though it seemed Percy had taken to using the top bunk as some sort of storage area for various items he couldn't be bothered to put away properly: textbooks, lined paper, pens and pencils, a bag of cookies…
That last one seemed oddly out of place, but she filed the information away for later.
Other than that, however, the son of Poseidon was surprisingly neat, well, for a boy at least. It was clear that he had tried to organize his living space and succeeded to an admirable degree, though there was definitely room for improvement.
She looked around again and found nothing else of interest. And though it was tempting, she didn't want to risk being caught red-handed rifling through his possessions.
As such, she turned her attention to the design of the cabin itself. The saltwater fountain in the middle of the cabin had been quite a surprise. Combined with the seashells and pieces of coral embedded into the outer wall, along with the iridescent, abalone-like sheen of the interior, everything simply screamed 'God of the Sea'.
With nothing else to do, she sat down on the bed Percy apparently used to sleep and tried to pass the time until he arrived by checking herself for any cosmetic imperfections.
There was none of course, since she prided herself on being naturally beautiful, as well as a master of many other things, and so the activity quickly grew dull as she examined her flawless nails for the sixth time.
She couldn't think of another way to amuse herself that didn't involve her getting into trouble, and so she settled for letting out an irritated huff and flopping onto his bed in annoyance. It turned out to be surprisingly cosy and comfortable and she toyed with the idea of taking a nap until Percy arrived. A thought that quickly faded away when she inhaled and noticed the smell that permeated the air around her.
No. Smell wasn't the correct way to describe it. Smell implied something negative, like a pungent odour that was to be done away with as quickly as possible. It spoke of something undesirable. This was most certainly not undesirable, at least not if Artemis had anything to say about it.
It smelled like crisp, fresh seawater, complemented by earthy hints of sword oil mixed with the musky scent of leather and bronze. Beneath it all laid a chocolatey, ambrosial sweetness that was just strong enough to balance and contrast the rest of the fragrance, but also delicate enough not to overpower or distort it.
The aroma was tantalizing in and of itself, but combined with the knowledge of who it belonged to, led her thoughts to wander: from Percy, to his incredible body, to what that incredible body did to her's, to…
Her cheeks flushed and heat pooled between her legs as she recalled the intense, carnal pleasure she had felt at his hands. She didn't know whether to thank or curse her sensitive nose - finely honed from years of hunting - for reminding her that she would likely be receiving another round of mind-melting bliss when the son of Poseidon arrived.
She resolved to hold out until he was here, unwilling to be caught in a compromising position and unsure if masturbating in another God's cabin would get her vaporized to oblivion. Her thoughts, however, were certainly uncooperative. They refused to bend to her will, straying to and fro every moment and continuously reminding her of the ungodly ecstasy that awaited her.
Perhaps it was due to the mesmerizing scent around her, playing merry Hades with her brain, or the inferno of lust blazing in her mind that had rendered her will far more malleable than it normally was. Or perhaps it was a combination of both? Who knew?
Certainly not Artemis, she was far too occupied trying, and failing, to prevent herself from entertaining the thought of slipping a hand into her panties and fingerfucking herself to quench the burning heat that dwelled in her core.
She fought a losing battle, one that not even a pyrrhic victory could save from the jaws of defeat.
She could feel her pussy leaking a copious amount of her juices as her arousal ran rampant and all but demanding that she satisfy herself by any means necessary. Unable to resist the lascivious urges that only intensified with each passing second, her lithe digits swiftly disappeared past the waistband of her yoga pants, into her panties and buried themselves knuckle deep in her hot, slick snatch.
The moon goddess moaned as she finally began to sate her thirst. Though it was a far cry from what she really wanted, it would have to do for now. She began to thrust her fingers in and out of her sopping cunt while simultaneously curling them towards her palm to stimulate her g-spot with each pass and pressing her palm against her mound, grinding it against her clit. Her other hand made its way to her sizable chest, snaking underneath shirt and unceremoniously pushing her bra out of the way to sink itself into a globe of sensitive flesh. With a familiarity borne from countless hours of quality 'alone time', she skillfully massaged her breast, kneading, rolling, and squeezing in a way, she knew from past experience, would provide her with the most pleasure possible.
The sound of her own moaning briefly brought her back to her senses when she realized that the noises coming from the cabin would no doubt attract the attention of anyone passing by. But despite that revelation, her lust was still in firm control of her mind and her hands refused to stop their efforts in bringing their master the relief she so desperately sought, and the room still rang with vulgar vocalizations.
Thinking quickly, she flipped herself over, burying her face into Percy's pillow and biting down to muffle the utterances that risked revealing her presence in the cabin. Unfortunately (?), this also had the side effect of placing her nose directly into where the scent was strongest. Each time she inhaled, her lungs were filled with the same alluring, masculine fragrance that had begun all of this in the first place.
Her hips jerked and her legs twitched each time she struck a particularly sensitive spot inside herself. Rivulets of her nectar ran down the insides of her thighs and her tight bubble butt swayed in the air like the ass of a bitch in heat.
She whimpered as she imagined that Percy was behind her, pounding away at her sopping wet pussy while Thalia loving tended to the button of nerves at the apex of her snatch, forcing a squeak from the goddess each time her hot, pink tongue rubbed against her clit.
There was a moment of shock as she realized what had just passed through her mind, but the thought was washed away by a wave of lust before she could consider its implications.
She continued her masturbation without pause; moaning, mewling, and whimpering as a pleasurable pressure began to build up deep in her core. The sensation merely caused her to intensify her efforts, filling the cabin with the salacious melody of her lewd, wet schlicking and soft, sweet moans.
Which was why she didn't hear the door opening as she neared her climax.
Percy quickened his pace, though he was still careful not to be seen.
He hadn't set a specific time at which he would meet Artemis, but his wristwatch told him that nearly twenty minutes had passed since he had told the goddess to meet him in the Poseidon cabin.
He didn't know how long it would take for the man-hater to become irritated while waiting for him, nor did he want to find out. He broke out into a light jog once he was reasonably certain that no one was nearby and wasted no time in making a beeline for his cabin as soon as it came into sight.
He didn't register the odd noises coming from within the building until he already had his hand upon the doorknob and pushed it open. His eyes widened, his jaw dropped, and the apology upon his lips died when his gaze fell upon the demigoddess occupying his bed
Or, more specifically, what she was doing while occupying his bed.
Artemis had her face buried in his pillow, using it to muffle her moans as her fingers pumped in and out of her snatch while her other hand writhed beneath her shirt and groped at her chest. Her tight, heart-shaped rump swayed in the air, trembling and twitching each time her digits brushed against her g-spot with a lewd squelch. Her inner thighs were soaked from the sweet, sticky juices leaking from her pussy, staining the bedsheets with her delicious nectar and filling the air with a fragrance of lust so thick and heavy that Percy was able to smell her from where he stood.
He felt light-headed, though he wasn't sure whether it was from the shock of seeing Artemis in such a compromising position, or the effects of having a considerable amount of blood redirected from the head atop his shoulders to the one between his legs. He shook his head, hoping to clear his mind, and oddly enough, it worked. His dizziness disappeared a moment later, though the intensity of his arousal was unaffected.
His gaze remained fixed by Artemis' sensuous body as it quaked with barely contained pleasure, and he was quickly reminded of the way she and he and Thalia had spent the night last week. Only this time, Thalia was not here.
With a grin on his face, he made his way to the bed with a number of quiet, cautious footsteps. He didn't want her to know he was here. Not yet.
Only once he was standing beside her did he reveal his presence.
"Well, well, well..." He growled, "What do we have here?"
Artemis froze at the sound of his voice, her breathy moans suddenly silenced by the realization that one of the very people she had been masturbating to was now right standing next to her. Before she could do anything, or even think of anything to do, she felt one of his hands ghost down her back, beginning at the nape of her neck and ending atop the firm, plush cheeks of her juicy bubble butt.
He sunk his fingers into the globes of supple flesh, giving them a firm, loving squeeze before he turned his attention to the hot, dripping slit between her legs.
His digits teased at the glistening, wet folds of her pussy, delighting in how she shivered and shuddered beneath his touch. He moved lower and gently pinched her clit before delicately rolling it between his fingers. She squeaked at the sensation, then trailed off into a hot, needy moan as he continued his ministrations.
He could feel something in the back of his mind informing him of Artemis' impending orgasm and how much more pleasure she could take before she hit her climax. He filed away the question of how he knew that for later - when he wasn't busy tormenting the goddess - and pushed her to the very edge of oblivion before withdrawing his hand. She whined, a low, desperate, needy sound that made his cock throb, and rolled her hips, trying to use the hand she had been masturbating with to finish the job.
He snatched it away before she could do anything and growled, "Don't move."
The fierce possessiveness that resonated within was more than enough to ensure her obedience.
She stilled, as per his command, though she could do nothing about the involuntary trembling that wracked her voluptuous frame. He smirked at her submissiveness and proceeded to reward her for her good behaviour. Bringing her juices-drenched digits to his lips, he began to clean them off ever so slowly.
His tongue lapped at her palm, savouring the flavour of her juices as he relieved her hand of its burden. He curled around each of her fingers in turn, relieving them of their sweet, sticky burden one at a time until all that covered them was a thin sheen of his saliva.
He released her hand, allowing it to fall back onto the bed, and stroked her hair. "Good girl." He whispered. "Now, keep still, and keep quiet."
Before she could think about what those instructions foreshadowed, he disappeared from her field of view and she felt both his hands groping her tight, bubbly rump a moment later. Her eyes widened in surprise and pleasure as his tongue ran up her slit, going from nadir to apex in a long, slow, luxurious lick that left her moaning and writhing in ecstasy by the end of it.
He squeezed one of her round, juicy cheeks in a warning. "What did I just say?"
She whimpered and hugged the pillow, burying her face into it once more and doing her best to stifle any noises she made. She managed to suppress her shivering until it was no longer noticeable, though Percy could still feel the minute tremors that wracked her muscles as they shook from the exertion of keeping her still.
Satisfied, he continued eating her out, working his tongue in, out, and around her slick pussy with equal parts skill and enthusiasm. He pretended not to notice how her trembling increased as she approached orgasm, and instead, savoured how she quivered in response to his oral ministrations. The sense of impending climax became stronger and stronger in the back of his mind, he decided to wait until it reached the very edge before halting his efforts.
A low, needy whine filled the room as Artemis simultaneously vocalized her frustrations and begged him to fix them. She emphasized the request with a seductive wiggle of her hips that sent her heart-shaped rear jiggling before his eyes.
Not one to deny such an enticing demand, his clothes, and her's, vanished in a swirl of sea-green mist, leaving them completely naked as he kneeled behind her. She only had a moment's notice of what he intended to do when the tip of his cock pressed firmly against her swollen nether lips before he bucked his hips and buried himself balls deep in her tight, wet cunt.
She squealed into the pillow, pressing it tight against her mouth as her long-awaited orgasm tore through her body like an earthquake. Percy groaned as the velvety inner walls of her pussy spasmed around his cock, wrapping it in a caress so tight and pleasurable that he nearly came along with her.
He clenched his jaw and squeezed his eyes shut as he held off his orgasm, only stopping once the pressure building within his core had dissipated. He began to see his hips back and forth, slowly at first, then picking up speed when he was reasonably certain he wouldn't cum any time soon. As he quickened his pace, worries about premature ejaculation faded from his mind and he allowed himself to savour the sensation of having the goddess' slick, silky folds cling to his cock, desperately pulling him further inside with every thrust.
Artemis moaned and gasped into the pillow, having come down from her climactic high, only to be driven back up again by the son of Poseidon's deep, passionate thrusting. Her senses were wholly dominated by the indescribable bliss that emanated from between her legs. So intense was the ecstasy that she could barely process the effects of one thrust before the effects of two more came crashing down upon her.
He sunk his fingers into the delicious curves of her wide, childbearing hips and hilted himself inside her before drawing circles within her with his cock, grinding the bottom of his cock against her g-spot and setting off a series of mini orgasms that left Artemis shivering with ecstasy and panting for air. He pulled out an inch or so from her and slammed back in again, thrusting into her once more with quick, shallow strokes that threatened to penetrate her cervix.
The goddess mewled as Percy's cock throbbed within the warm, wet folds of her snatch, penetrating her so deeply that the tip of his shaft pressed tightly against the entrance to her womb with each thrust. Her legs, and indeed, practically everything below her waist had already gone numb, the only sensation she felt being the rippling waves of pleasure that emanated from between her thighs. Her arms shook from the effort of holding the pillow against her mouth to muffle the seemingly constant stream of moans and squeaks that threatened to betray their activities to anyone nearby.
What she didn't know, however, was that most, if not all, of the camp had occupied themselves at the beach, and there was no one around to catch wind of their salacious activities. Percy had neglected to inform her, partly because he wanted to play it safe, but mostly because the moon goddess looked far too cute and fuckable with her face down and ass up to risk ruining it.
The son of Poseidon grunted as he felt himself nearing his limit. Short, machine gun thrusts became long, deep strokes as he took the last few moments before his climax to savour the delightful sensation of Artemis' slick, silky folds clinging to his cock as he drove himself in and out of her tight, hot depths.
Not even he could take much more, however, and with a final, deliberate, forceful buck of his hips, he hilted himself balls deep inside the auburn-haired goddess as he began to cum.
His shaft twitched and throbbed and swollen testicles clenched and pulsed as they emptied themselves into Artemis' core, painting the walls of her womb white and pumping it full of his thick, creamy seed.
Her eyes rolled up into the back of her head and her tongue lolled out of her mouth as she was stuffed full of semen, setting off an orgasm that swept away what little of her thoughts remained so she could focus solely upon the euphoria that utterly dominated her senses. Her cunt spasmed, coiling around Percy's pulsating cock with maddening tightness and chaotic convulsions that threatened to milk him dry of his cum. Her juices drenched both their lower halves and ran in rivulets down their legs to stain the bed, marking it with the unmistakable, lewd, wet scent of their animalistic rutting.
Time passed unnoticed as they were wracked by the intense ecstasy of their respective climaxes, and then as they bathed in the warm afterglow of their passionate lovemaking.
Percy moved from his position once the bliss had finally faded away, drawing back his hips and reluctantly pulling his cock out of the deliciously tight hole it occupied. A few beads of cum leaked from her pussy once had fully withdrawn, though the vast majority of it was still sealed safely within her womb.
He hopped off the bed and stretched before turning to Artemis to ask if she wanted to use the shower first, only to pause as he found her sleeping peacefully, head resting on the very same pillow that she had gagged herself with earlier. He kneeled by the bed and gently brushed away the goddess' hair from where it was plastered against her face. She sighed happily with a dreamy smile curving her lips and pressed herself into his hand, luxuriating in the warmth that radiated from it before he pulled himself away.
He took a blanket from one of the other beds and covered the goddess with it, tucking her in and kissing her on the cheek. With a fond parting glance and a small chuckle at how cute she looked asleep, he slipped into the bathroom for a shower and shut the door behind him.
The next morning, Artemis woke to shouting from outside. Dazed for a moment, the Goddess struggled to recall where she was, before she remembered that she was in the Poseidon cabin, where Percy had fucked her doggy-style the previous night. He was absent from her side, and she assumed that he had gone outside.
Snapping her fingers, Artemis sighed as she felt the warmth of her hunting clothes wrap her body, and she proceeded to head outside. The Campers were wielding their respective weapons, the Romans were in phalanx formation, while Percy was waving his arms heatedly and shouting in front of them. A few Transformers with simply ENORMOUS machines were standing behind him. Thalia stuck like a koala bear to him. Artemis gritted her teeth, but remembered what Percy had said earlier. She had to accept that he was as much hers as he was his.
"What's going on around here?" Artemis approached Percy once the Campers had gone back to their respective cabins. The machines were being set up by the Transformers just outside the camp border. Soundwave ordered them about. Artemis could never guess how he could when he did not speak.
"Oh, nothing." Percy waved her aside. "We are just mining here for energon. Shockwave is burning through our reserves quickly, and we need more. Yesterday, we found that there was a reserve in Long Island. So, here we are."
Artemis was sceptical. "Can't you just snap your fingers and summon it?"
"Can't you snap your fingers and make raw silver or Celestial Bronze?" Artemis stayed silent. "That's what I thought."
"Why do you have to be so mean?" Artemis grumbled under her breath, before she walked up to Percy and gave him a light peck on his lips. That done, she attached herself to Percy like Thalia, on his front.
At this point, the god looked like a hippy carrying two bags one on his front and one on his back, Artemis and Thalia being the bags respectively.
He stumbled to the Big House to talk to Chiron, who was sitting on the porch in his enchanted wheelchair. "Percy!" The centaur called, on seeing the approaching God.
Percy nodded in acknowledgement, before shifting to hold Artemis better. "As you can see, my hands are occupied." He replied to Chiron's outstretched hand.
The centaur chuckled. "Yes, it would be quite weird to see the man-hating goddess and the rebel daughter of Zeus sticking to a man like that. How are you, Thalia?" The centaur asked the demigoddess whom he saw as a daughter, and was answered by a soft snore.
The embarrassed moon goddess pressed her golden face in the crook of Percy's neck in an attempt to avoid talking to the centaur.
"What do you need my boy?" Chiron asked Percy kindly.
"My boys found an energy source on Long Island yesterday, and we need to mine it. If you don't mind, they would be staying in my cabin for the time being. Also, please ignore the blasts and the noise." He smiled sheepishly.
"Don't worry Percy, your boys are always welcome to stay at your currently empty Cabin. Although I can't say it would remain empty for long." He chuckled, looking at the sleeping Thalia, making Percy blush.
"And what about the upcoming war? Any side quests?"
Percy's expression darkened. "No. We have the advantage currently. You only have to train the Campers to their very limit, and try to weed out any spy."
"Just that."
Percy, who was already leaving, stopped in his tracks, turning around slowly, and shifting again for a better grip on the two girls. "One more thing. We pray to the Fates that we survive."
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AN: DOOONEEEE!!(8.6k words)
Keep calm and CR7!! Keep calm and LM10!! (Messi)
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