Thalia Grace wakes up with her heart pounding in her chest, eyes snapping open to look at a nondescript ceiling overhead. The bed beneath her is also relatively soft and comfy. Which is weird because the last thing she truly remembers is… dying.
As far as lives went, Thalia's could have been better, admittedly. Technically she'd been born with a silver spoon in her mouth. Her mother was Beryl Grace, a beautiful actress who made plenty of money off of her stardom. Money enough that Thalia never should have wanted for anything.
… What she'd wanted, above all else, was her mother to be an actual mother. But Beryl couldn't even keep it together enough to be an actual provider for Thalia… or her little brother Jason. Ultimately, Jason's death was the last straw for Thalia in a lot of ways. However, even before he'd died and Thalia had run away from home, things had been going to shit. Beryl thought she didn't know, but she did.
Their mother tried to hide it from them, but as the older child, Thalia saw through Beryl Grace's lies. She watched as her mother grew increasingly unstable, ultimately descending into alcoholism and making mistake after mistake that led to her career as a movie star falling to pieces.
The steady drain on their finances wasn't the true reason Thalia had left… that was losing Jason. But it wasn't like she'd left much behind in the way of comfy living either. She wasn't some spoiled rich brat who'd decided to live on the streets in a fit of pique or anything like that. Maybe that's why running away from home and striking out on her own at an early age had gone as well as it did.
Well… for a time, anyways.
The real trouble had started shortly after her eighteenth birthday. Suddenly, Thalia found herself being hunted… and not just by homeless men with ill intentions or predators in minivans either. No, this was something else… something almost impossible to believe.
Monsters. Literal fucking monsters straight out of myth and legend. Thalia had barely survived her first encounter with such things and only because Luke Castellan had shown up and saved her life. And then she had turned around and saved his. They'd made quite the duo, admittedly. And when they'd run into Annabeth a little while later, well, they'd made quite the trio as well. Even if it had all ultimately led to her death.
It was all coming back to her now. She, Luke, and Annabeth had all been trying to make it to Camp Half-Blood. According to Grover, a Satyr tasked with escorting them there, it was supposed to be a place of safety for people like them… demigods. Yeah, finding out that her father was actually a Greek God had been a bit of a trip… and it explained why her mother had gotten so unstable in his absence as well. Beryl had always been a vain woman of weak character, and even at an early age Thalia had been able to see that. No wonder having the fleeting attention of a god had ultimately broken her.
Still, the three of them had almost made it to Camp Half-Blood… only, the monsters had grown more and more numerous the closer they got. Until finally, so close to the finish line… Thalia had seen only one way to make sure the majority of them got to live. She'd made the sacrifice play. She'd died so that Luke and Annabeth could survive.
Thalia didn't regret sacrificing herself for the other two demigods, but that didn't mean she didn't have ANY regrets. For instance, in hindsight she was annoyed that she'd died a vir-
"Oh! You're awake!"
Blinking, Thalia turns her head and meets the eyes of one of the most handsome men she's ever seen. He's sporting a smile that makes her cheeks flush a little bit, even as she regards him silently. There's something familiar about him… a half-forgotten memory of waking up in his arms, asking what happened, and then passing out again plays through Thalia's mind.
More than that though, her eyes rake over the form of the young man who'd apparently been holding vigil by her bedside. Dependable sort, was he? And so very handsome. She takes in his chiseled features and the way his shirt strains a little against his muscular chest. A slow, wicked smile spreads across Thalia's face as an idea forms in her mind's eye.
It's a naughty one. Completely uncharacteristic of her really. And yet…
"Well, well, well…"
Can she do sultry? Hopefully. Thalia tries her best to purr as she swings her legs over the side of the bed, letting the sheets fall away to reveal her body more.
"A handsome stranger, keeping vigil over little ole me?"
Rising to her feet, she takes a step closer to the man, who blinks and swallows while taking a step back.
"Uhh…"
"I'm Thalia. Thalia Grace. And you are?"
Even as she lets the question hang in the air, Thalia reaches out and runs a finger along his jawline. It was a move she'd seen her mother do once, though she hadn't ultimately bedded the man she'd been teasing. Once you had a taste of the divine, it was hard to settle for the mundane Thalia supposed.
But then, if she's right about where they are… and how can they be anywhere but Camp Half-Blood… then this should be a demigod, just like her. Meaning that they were both already a little divine~
"Uh… Percy J-Jackson. Thalia, what are you-mmph!"
Percy Jackson. A nice enough name. But honestly, she barely cared. Just observing niceties and what not. That's why she cuts him off mid-sentence, kissing him on the lips while her hands clutch at the front of his shirt to pull him in. There might be a little bit of tongue involved on Thalia's part as well.
To her mild surprise but also utmost pleasure, Percy proves to be a good kisser once he gets over his shock. He responds to her lips against his own admirably, and his hands even go to her hips, a certainty washing over him that has Thalia almost vibrating with excitement.
When they pull apart for air, Percy opens his mouth again… but Thalia silences him, this time by lifting a hand and covering his lower face with it.
"Hush, Percy. I honestly don't want to hear it. I died, didn't I?"
Her hand still covering his mouth, Percy can only nod.
"Mm, and then I came back… tell me, did you have anything to do with my resurrection?"
It would make this easier. She could couch it in 'rewarding the hero' terms or something. But Percy, bless his honest heart, shakes his head in the negative. Shame.
"Well I'll just have to thank whoever did later. For now, listen closely. I died a virgin, Percy. Me. With this kickass, sexy body. I died without ever feeling the touch of a man. That isn't right. You know it isn't."
Honestly, she probably should have just bitten the bullet and done something with Luke or whatever. Maybe even Annabeth. But… she hadn't. Luke wasn't the kind of guy to make a move like that and frankly they'd all been more focused on survival above all else. And before meeting Luke… well, there hadn't been anyone Thalia trusted that much.
Percy is looking at her weirdly now. Thalia just huffs and removes her hand to replace it with her lips again. She loops her arms around Percy's neck and kisses him once more. To his credit, he kisses her back, the both of them making out there for a while. And when Thalia eventually starts going for their clothes to remove them… Percy doesn't fight it or protest further.
Eyes glittering with delight as he gives in to her, Thalia quickly strips them both naked. She rests her hands against his bare chest, marveling at the feel of his blemish free skin and his rippling muscles. Then, she leans forward, pressing her breasts into him and kissing him all the more heatedly.
At the same time, one hand slides down between them, to his crotch. Grasping his cock, Thalia admittedly doesn't have much practice with this… but she gets the hang of it relatively quickly all the same. Soon enough, he's rock hard in her hands. She's a virgin, but that doesn't mean she doesn't know things. She knows how sex works, she knows how this is supposed to go.
But Percy still hesitates, so Thalia can tell she's going to have to take the lead. He's not just going to push her on her back and plow her silly or anything like that. Shame, but they could always do that later. For now…
Turning them both around, Thalia suddenly lets go of Percy and shoves him backward. He grunts as he falls onto the bed she'd just been laying on. Before he can react, she's already climbing aboard, wrapping both hands around his cock and stroking this time.
"I need you inside of me, Percy. I need to feel you… all of you~"
She moves to climb aboard, only for his hands to grip down on her hips and hold her tight.
"Wait… you should at least know I'm a Son of Poseidon… and that you're a Daughter of Zeus."
Thalia blinks at that, taking that in. Zeus, King of the Gods. Poseidon, King of the Ocean. Huh, that was…
"I don't care."
And really, she didn't. Oh, she would have words with Zeus if she ever came face to face with dear old dad, but right now? Fuck all of that. She only wanted one thing…
"I only want one thing right now, Percy. Your big fat cock rearranging my insides."
Her crass language proves to do the trick of rendering Percy speechless as he gapes at her in disbelief. Giggling a little bit, Thalia straddles him properly and positions herself above him. She pushes the head of his rock hard cock against her dripping entrance and shudders at the contact.
With a swift, decisive movement before he can try to convince her otherwise, Thalia sinks down onto his dick, taking him deep inside of her previously untouched depths. Immediately, she throws her head back and cries out at the sudden stretch, the delicious burn of being filled so completely for the first time etching itself across her very soul.
"Yessss… god yes… you feel amazing inside of me~"
Her inner walls clench and flex around his cock as Thalia rakes her fingernails down Percy's chiseled chest for a moment. Finally though, she begins to move. Starting to ride him, her hips undulate in a sensual dance as she quickly finds her rhythm. The demigoddess can feel every inch of Percy inside of her, stroking her most sensitive places.
For a long while, Percy himself doesn't seem to know what to do. But finally… his grip on her hips tightens up. Not to stop her as she initially fears, but instead to finally join in. Thalia gasps and moans wantonly as Percy begins to thrust up into her, meeting her movements with his own. The sensation of his thick, hard dick driving deep into her tight, formerly virgin pussy is almost too much to bear.
She can feel every inch, every vein, every ounce of his heat as she cries out in ecstasy.
"Yes, just like that! Fuck me, Percy! Fuck me harder!"
Bracing her hands on his chest, Thalia digs her nails into his perfect skin as she rides him with wild abandon. Her dark hair and naked breasts bounce along with the rest of her and her bright blue eyes blaze with lust and desire. All the while, Thalia can feel the pressure building inside of her. A coil of tension in her core is winding tighter with every bounce and every thrust.
Percy's hands grip her hips with bruising strength, pulling her down onto him and burying himself deep inside of her with each roll of her hips.
"I'm getting close, Percy! Don't stop! Make me cum! I want to feel you inside of me as I do! I want to feel you filling me up as I orgasm!"
Leaning down, her breasts press against his chest as she nips and kisses at Percy's jawline, feeling almost like a cat in heat. The room is filled with the obscene sounds of their coupling… the slap of flesh against flesh, their mutually ragged breathing, and of course the wanton cries of ecstasy and bliss that spill forth from Thalia's lips.
Finally, they tip over the edge together. Thalia's eyes roll as she feels him cumming inside of her, and her own body shakes and spasms as she climaxes right alongside him. The two shudder, their bodies undulating against one another for several long moments before they both finally start to come down from their respective heights.
Thalia has a content, satisfied smirk on her face as she rests her head on Percy's chest for a moment. Only, before she can tell him he's done a good job and that she wouldn't mind a repeat performance, the door to the bedroom swings open.
Jolting upwards, Thalia goes wide-eyed at the sight of Annabeth standing there staring at them. After a moment, the blonde lets out a sigh and crosses her arms over her chest, shaking her head in bemusement.
Thalia flushes at that. Was Annabeth judging her? Seriously?! W-Well she could sit on it and spin then!
Actually, that wasn't a half bad idea… she could invite Annabeth to join in… or maybe she should just tell her to go away, how would she like that?
… Or maybe it was time to quell her overreaching libido and calm down now that she'd gotten what she wanted…
(Author Cambrian. Find him on Scribblehub!)