Percy Jackson and the Curse of Lust

The morning it all started I woke up feeling like the luckiest guy alive, which really goes to show how awful my intuition can be.

That morning it really seemed true, though. Drifting awake to find your beautiful girlfriend with her lips wrapped around your cock can have that effect on you.

"Morning, Seaweed Brain," Annabeth said, popping her lips off my stiff lower head.

I tried to say it back, but what came out was mostly a moan. With a soft giggle, Annabeth plunged her head back down.

The Poseidon cabin was bright in the morning with soft green light that seemed to come from everywhere. The fountain in the corner sloshed with the ebb and flow of water— sort of like the moist suction pulling up and down on my shaft. Without thinking, my hands drifted to the back of Annabeth's head. My fingers mixed into the soft blond curls, pushing down.

A gulping noise sounded from the back of Annabeth's throat, but she didn't protest. Nose squished flat against my abs, she looked up, holding eye contact. My cock sat up straight, crammed against her throat. Every few seconds she would wiggle slightly, rubbing the folds of her mouth wrapped around me. If there was blood left anywhere else in my body, it was all rushing down now.

After so long I was sure she'd run out of air, Annabeth jerked her head straight up to my tip. Then she slammed it down. Up, down. Up, down. By the fourth time I couldn't hold it in. She pulled up—

Wads of semen shot out. Half went straight into her mouth, the other half across her neck and chest. Shiny trails dripped down her perky breasts. She wiped a stiff nipple with her index finger, then popped it in her mouth, licking it clean.

"You're amazing," I said dreamily.

"Save that for once we've really started," she said.

"Why?" I asked. "I'll just say it again. As many times as I want. And it'll always be true."

She shook her head, but I saw her smile as she climbed on top of me.

Her body wasn't cushiony like a daughter of Aphrodite's, but it was soft in all the right places. Her stomach, tight with muscles, made her small shapely breasts stand out. Her waist curved way in above the hips. Even a year after fighting monsters left our daily routine, her body still had no extra fat, not even in her butt. That didn't mean she was flat, though. As if reminding myself, my hands drifted up, taking a muscular cheek in each palm and squeezing as she perched above me on her knees.

Smiling, she reached down, warm fingers wrapping around my cock. They lined my tip up with her slit. The entrance was soaked. Leaning in until our noses were brushing, she suddenly jerked down. In one motion our lips met, while at the same time my entire shaft entered her body.

She moaned, and with our lips together I felt the rumble in my teeth. Our tongues cuddled against each other. Her hips started to buck as if they had a life of their own. Up and down, fast and firm, she never went too far so that I slipped out. She was used to my size. She was used to my cock.

Our mouths only separated when we were forced to take a breath, and every time they came together again it was with even more energy. I gripped her firm ass, pushing her hips along faster.

At some point I shut my eyes. I focused on her until she was my world, just her. I felt her warmth. I felt her affection. I felt her lust.

I don't know how much time passed like that. It seemed like an eternity, and that still felt too short. We moaned into each other. Sweat beaded on my back, and more of it dripped off her body.

I surged up. Without my tongue leaving hers I rolled us over, relishing her squeak. Now her head was against the pillow. Her back was against the bed. The sheets that had been thrown off us were twisted up between our feet, and her insatiable hips were trapped underneath mine.

I pulled back and thrust.

The springs in the bed pulled their best Stymphalian bird impression as I felt my balls slap against her. Every millimeter of me was inside of her. My core flexed as I pulled back. Seven-and-a-half slick inches slid out. I thrust again and kept thrusting.

Annabeth's moans were different now. Higher pitched. Her curls splayed out in a triangle behind her head, as golden as jewelry in the soft light. Her fingers wrapped around me and gripped my lats as if they were the handlebars on this ride.

I've always liked missionary. The motion of it reminds me of butterfly stroke. And, as you might guess given the whole Son of the Sea God thing, I am a very strong swimmer.

I went hard and fast— faster than any mortal could manage. The rhythmic smack of my flesh against hers sounded as loud and frequent as the shrieking bed. I only sped up.

In a flash her grip on my member went from firm-handshake levels to a vice grip. She moaned what I think was my name into my throat. A shudder passed through her lower body that pushed my constricted cock over the edge.

We came together, and I felt my second orgasm spurt out deep inside her. Rolling off, I landed next to her on my back. She curled into me, moving her head from the pillow to lay it on my chest.

There was more to do — towel off, get clean, start the day — but we stayed for as long as we could get away with. Pressed together, just the two of us, it was moments like this that made saving the world twice so worth it.

"I love you," I said.

Rather than answer, she bit my nipple once, very softly. Which I really liked, although I can't explain why.

It was at least 10:00 A.M. by the time we'd pulled ourselves apart and prepped enough to start the day. At least nobody would notice much. There were perks to Annabeth having passed on the councilor position after the war and my cabin sitting empty three-quarters of the year.

The weather outside was perfect, like always in Camp Half-Blood. Annabeth went to check on her cabin, and I headed toward the Canoe Lake after kissing her goodbye. We were only back from New Rome on vacation for the summer, and I planed to get as much time in the water as I could get away with.

You would never guess that was the start to one awful day, even by my wild standards. And yet, here we are. Welcome, ladies and gentleman, to the life of Percy Jackson. If you ever feel like betting that it can't get any crazier, don't. You'll only lose your money.