Chapter 108 - 108. Percy Jackson and the curse of lust part 2

A Camp Half-Blood strawberry van was waiting for us past Thalia's tree with the engine on. Chiron was there, and Argus, the camp guard. Will Solace had also shown up to wish us luck. Since no one else knew what was going on and we wanted to keep it that way, that was the extent of our send-off.

Chiron trotted around, patting each of us on the head. From anyone else it would've been condescending. Coming from him, I think each of us felt a little warm and fuzzy.

"You've packed all you need?" he asked.

"We're big kids now," Clarisse said. "I travel to Arizona four times a year. We can handle it."

Chiron smiled. "I'm sure you can. Just forgive me if I still worry."

"We'll do our best, sir," Lou Ellen said seriously. "You can trust us."

It occurred to me that even though she was a counselor, this was new for her. She'd never gone on anything like a quest before. It was kind of cute how serious she was taking it.

We all loaded in. Unlike the old days, we didn't need Argus to drive us. Annabeth was on directions in the passenger seat while Clarisse took the wheel. I hoped we wouldn't regret that choice as Lou and I piled into the back.

I rolled down my window so Chiron could stick his head in.

"What supplies I could get together on short notice are loaded in the back," he said. I glanced over the seat and spotted what he meant sitting in the open trunk: a big brown duffel bag stuffed to bursting. "Inside you'll find spare funds, food, and train tickets that will take you as far as Denver, should anything happen to the van. Please, though, do not take that as an invitation. These are quite expensive."

"We promise," Lou said at the same time that Annabeth said, "We'll try." Clarisse just laughed.

"On that note, I wish you all the best." Chiron looked at me in particular. There was a mischievous glint in his eyes that I wasn't used to seeing there. "Make sure to hang in there," he whispered.

The centaur cantered to a safe distance away. I rolled my window up and tossed my bag over my shoulder into the back, where it landed on Chiron's supplies with a squeak.

Wait. Squeak?

I strained my ears, listening for anything lse, but caught nothing. Even when Lou placed her bag near where mine landed, it was dead silent.

Sighing long and hard, I rested my head against the uncomfortable car cushion.

"Are you alright?" Lou asked me.

"Yeah," I said. "Just hearing things. I think I haven't been getting enough sleep."

From the driver's seat, Clarisse snickered.

"Boy," she said, "I wonder why."

No one talked much during the drive. Clarisse turned on something that she called music, but sounded closer to a family of howler monkeys put over drums. After five minutes Annabeth turned the volume down. Clarisse turned it back up the second her hand was out of the way. That continued all the way to New York.

Eventually we pulled off for lunch somewhere in Brooklyn, parking beside a busy street. It was late morning when we left, and we'd been driving for a couple of hours already.

When I started to get out, Annabeth and Clarisse each stuck an arm out to block me.

"You're not coming," they said at the same time, in the same pitch and everything. I didn't know whether to be hurt or impressed by the fact I got them to agree on something. Ares and Athena mixed like oil and water.

"I'm hungry too!" I said.

"We'll bring you something," Clarisse said.

"Just wait here a bit," Anabeth said. "Please?"

"But–"

"I'm not dragging a mortal to Hawaii because you met in a deli and she went red in the face swooning for your cock," Clarisse said.

"You'd know about doing that," I muttered.

Clarisse raised a fist. "What was that?"

"Nothing," I said. They were right. I was only mouthing off because of an empty stomach. "Go on ahead. Get me something with pastrami."

They left right after, Lou Ellen waving goodbye as they went. I shut the door and leaned back against my seat, staring at the ceiling.

It was starting to settle in what a brutal trip this could be. Not only did we have to reach Hawaii (trust me, as someone that traveled across the country twice for quests before, it could and would be harder than it sounded) but I even had to watch who I interacted with. Even though we didn't know that mortals could contract the curse, we didn't know that they couldn't, either. Some stuff you just shouldn't gamble with.

Ominous thoughts about imminent challenges aren't much of a mood-lifter. They also don't mix so well with gnawing hunger. Just as I felt like I was going crazy, I remembered Chiron's duffel bag.

He said he packed supplies in there. Stuff like train tickets, sure, but there must've been some really important stuff in there too. Like snacks.

I stood up, bending my head forward to keep from bumping it on the roof, and reached over the seats into the trunk. The huge bag really was stuffed to bursting. Letting out a giggle so insane someone might've locked me up for it, I grabbed the handle and dragged it into the backseat with me, imagining all the wonderful food that must've been stuffed inside.

I dropped it and reached for the zipper, only to freeze when the bag yelped.

That… wasn't right.

I reached out a hand, hanging it above the bag. I prodded down sharply with a finger.

"Eep!" said the bag.

I poked it from another angle, earning an identical noise. I squeezed a part, getting the same results.

"I wasn't hearing things!" I said. The bag really had squeaked earlier. I continued to poke it, each earning a sharp noise higher pitched than the one before it. "This is kind of fun."

"Stop!" said the bag.

I laughed, wondering if I should do it again, when a horrible thought dawned on me.

If there was a person inside the bag, that meant nothing else was in it. If nothing else was in it, that meant no snacks. No snacks meant no food.

I grabbed the zipper and dragged it open, praying to the Fates that it was a massive talking Doritos back on the other side. Instead, a beautiful girl with brown skin and hair a few shades darker sat up, smiling.

"Surprise, Percy!" she said. Her smile morphed to a pouty frown. "Was all that poking really necessary, though? I know I'm kind of a stowaway, but don't you think that was too far?"

"I recognize you," I said. "You were outside the Hecate cabin!"

When Clarisse, Lou Ellen and I met with Chiron and Mr. D, campers had started to congregate at the scene. Among them was a group of Aphrodite girls. This stowaway had been at the middle of them then. She even winked at me.

"You're a daughter of Aphrodite," I said.

Her pout remained fixed in place. "You don't even know my name."

"I don't think we've ever actually met."

"That doesn't stop me from knowing you!" She sighed, and her cloudy expression melted into a smirk faster than I could blink. "That isn't exactly fair though, is it. I'm not the savior of Olympus, and I'm not a gorgeous hunk of a man every girl at camp drools over."

I thought that was a little pedantic, considering she had a face that could make a supermodel self-conscious, but I held back my comment.

"Valentina Diaz," she introduced herself, crossing her arms. "You know it now, so you better not forget."

"Sure." After this, I would've been more impressed with myself if I managed to not remember the strange girl. "But… Why are you here?"

"Because I'm very sick." She raised a fist to her mouth and gave two of the fakest coughs I'd ever heard. "I desperately need treatment!"

I stared. "So your solution was to tell Chiron, and his solution was to… pack you in a bag and call you supplies?"

She giggled. "Silly. Chiron doesn't know. I pulled out all those silly trinkets and packed myself, instead. Don't worry, it's an amazing trade for you guys. You can't put a price on looks like these."

As she sat there smiling, I felt a headache coming on. Sometimes, just sometimes, I wished demigods could be just slightly normal. Was that too much to ask?

Who was I kidding, of course it was. I'd met the gods before. With parents like that, no way someone could turn out without a few loose screws.

While I was thinking, Valentina extricated herself the rest of the out of the bag. Kicking it off her ankles, she threw the empty fabric back into the trunk. She was wearing a frilly shirt, with short-short jean bottoms cut so high up her dark thighs that I found my eyes drifting to them naturally.

"My eyes are up here."

I jolted, dragging my eyes back up to her face. For some reason, she frowned.

"I didn't tell you to stop looking."

"When you say you're sick," I said, trying to ignore the blush spreading on my cheeks, "what does that—?"

She didn't even give me time to finish my question. Pressing the back of a hand to her forehead, Valentina swooned.

"It's horrible!" she said. "Inexplicable! Impossible! Somehow, I am sure to die without immediate treatment."

"The curse is affecting you?" I asked.

She hesitated for the briefest of seconds. "Of course! Such a terrible curse. And only a single way to solve it, too. I will do what I must!"

With dexterity that would put Hermes to shame her fingers undid the button and zipper on my pants. She pulled both down, revealing my cock to the car while I was still processing what was happening. It was all so fast I wasn't even hard.

Valentina slid down so that her knees were on the floor. She took my cock in her hands and giggled.

"My savior," she said.

She trailed her tongue up my shaft, taking advantage of its softness to twirl and flick it around. Then she went lower and took my testicles in her soft, fluffy lips.

I groaned and leaned back, hands mixing into her dark straight hair. It's a sign of how crazy the last couple days had been that I just went with things. In fairness, it isn't easy to pause and ask questions like 'Why aren't you showing symptoms?' when one of the most beautiful girls you've ever met is suckling on your balls.

In under a minute my cock had hardened. There were still traces of the lipstick Annabeth had left on it. We hadn't had time for more than a brief shower, and some of those stains were too caked-on to come off without scrubbing. Valentina giggled.

"Busy morning?" she asked.

"You could say that," I said, picturing the way Annabeth had nearly killed herself on my cock "You have a lot to beat."

"Well, then," Valentina said, "it's a good thing I have some built in advantages."

Before I could ask what that meant, she hurled her head down.

A strange, burbling groan came from somewhere way down in my throat. Speaking of throats, my swollen head was buried multiple inches deep in Valentina's. When Annabeth took me that deep it required everything she had. For Valentina, she didn't even seem to notice. Her tongue played with my glans and slid back and forth across my girth. She wiggled her head side to side, caressing my cock with the soft slippery flesh behind her mouth. Even when she finally unsheathed me from her throat for air, it felt more like a tactical choice than a necessity.

I guess she caught me looking because she giggled and said, "I'm good at breathing through my nose."

"Doesn't doing this hurt?" I asked.

Instead of answering she opened her mouth wide and stuck out her tongue. She reached a hand into her mouth and kept reaching. After the wrist disappeared, she finally reversed and pulled it out. The entire time she held eye contact.

"No gag reflex," Valentina said. "I get it from my mom. Told you I had a few advantages."

I swallowed. "Seems like it."

With one more giggle she went back to work.

She took me just as deep as last time. I felt her lips constrict against my shaft. She was squeezing against the marks Annabeth had left, wringing her own lipstick off on top of them as if to mark she was the last to be there. Her head bobbed at exactly the right speed to turn my lower body to putty.

The hand she'd shoved down her own throat snaked under my shirt, still slick with saliva. Her lithe fingers were each tipped with long sharp nails. She pinched and began playing with my nipple, alternating between moist fingers and razor nails to draw out every possible speck of stimulation.

Her other hand slid underneath me. With a jolt, I realized she was knocking at my backdoor. Whatever my face looked like made her giggle, but the sound was muffled by my member stuffed in her mouth.

I can't really explain what it felt like, shoved up in that backseat, but I'll give it my best shot. I was plastered against the door, head to the hard window. My whole body felt like an instrument. I was a piano, and Valentina was playing every key at the perfect time to belt out a song. Each twist of my nipple, every soft prod against my asshole, even the cadence of her bobbing head— every facet was perfectly optimized to achieve the most pleasure possible. She made a blowjob seem like a work of art.

I wasn't going to last any longer. I could tell that. The pressure built between my ears like an onrushing stampede as I grunted, "I'm cumming."

Valentina pulled her head free and drew back her arms. She opened her mouth as wide as she had when demonstrating her gag reflex, tongue sticking out again and all. Her hands formed a cup shape under her chin. I didn't understand why until my cum fired out.

Some launched straight into her open mouth, but other wads splattered against her cheeks and nose. Trails of semen slid down her face, dripping off her chin onto her palms. She glanced at what collected there, before licking it up with her protruding tongue.

"Main event time," she said.

She pulled my pants all the way down off my ankles, and was just starting on her own clothes when a voice shouted, "Percy!"

I blinked. "Did you hear that?"

"I'm sure it's nothing." Valentina laid a hand on my chest, pushing me further against the door. "Just relax and enjoy the best part."

"Percy!"

There it was again! And this time, the call was accompanied by what sounded like a… moo?

"I really think something's happening out there."

"Something's happening in here, too," Valentina said. "I'm about to take a wonderful cock, and you're going to feel better than you ever have before. I promise."

But I was barely listening. I could hear it now: the sound of something hard hitting asphalt, repeated over and over again. Something was coming, and it was close.

So I reacted on instinct, without thinking things through. I spun, shoving open the door and falling out onto the sidewalk, naked from the waist down. Valentina yelped as I pulled her with me.

We lay on the sidewalk, bundled together, while noticing happened.

Valentina gaped at me— and not in the seductive way I was used to. "What are you—"

The van exploded.

Valentina screamed as the van we were about to bang inside of flipped and launched down the street with a series of very different bangs. I was on my feet in seconds. Even though I'd lost my pants, Riptide still ended in my palm during the chaotic escape. I uncapped it as I faced down whatever terrifying monster was after us.

"MOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

I started, thinking for a second that the Ophiotuarus was here somehow. But Bessie was miles away in his cushy Olympus-side pool, and the sweet cow-serpent could never sound this aggressive. Instead, a bright red cow twice the size of our ruined ride angrily pawed the ground, flailing its head.

Annabeth, Clarisse and Lou Ellen were running toward us down the street. That must've been who was shouting my name. They were too far away to help as the massive bull's eyes landed on me.

Except, it wasn't a bull. There were no horns. It was just a very big, very angry cow. It charged me, and the street underneath us quaked.

I was in a bad spot. Valentina hadn't reacted as quickly as I had. She was just getting to her feet behind me, still in the path of the charging monster. I couldn't let it trample her before she caught her bearings.

The plan I came up with was a little crazy, but being sane never got a guy anywhere in this line of work.

I ran to meet the cow.

I could've sworn it looked excited. I raised Riptide, trying to make my sword shiny and distracting. Just a few steps before we collided, I jumped high into the air.

Mounting cow-themed monsters is a habit that goes all the way back to my first day as a demigod. It worked pretty well then, so I had high hopes for it this time too. I managed to clear the cow's hard head, landing on its back. I wrapped my arms around its head and dragged to the side, steering the cow out of Valentina's path.

As soon as she was safe, I raised riptide and hacked at the monster's neck, only for my blade to bounce off. It felt like striking the Nemean Lion all over again. I tried a few more times, but felt no closer to breaking through the iron-like coat. Sick of giving out free rides, the cow began to buck. I was hurled around, wincing as coarse fur scraped my bare crotch and each jump crushed my balls just a little bit more.

Finally I couldn't hang on. I was hurled off into the air. A nearby fire hydrant burst, water spewing out to catch me as I fell, slowing my fall.

"Its fur is too strong!" Annabeth shouted.

I looked up and spotted her. Her knife was in her hand and Clarisse's spear was out and ready, but they weren't close enough to fight. That didn't stop Annabeth from shouting out instructions.

"Look for gaps in the coat!"

The cow had reoriented. It was still acting strangely, tossing its head and staring at me more intently than a bovine had any right to. Pawing the ground, it charged me.

The water that had caught me boosted me into the air now, letting me meet the charge. I raised my sword, propelled forward at the same height as the cow's huge head.

The entire way my exposed penis flapped as freely as it had while chasing harpies around my cabin. Except this time, I had four girls and a whole Manhattan street for an audience instead of just Rachel.

"Why is this becoming a habit?!" I screamedas Riptide buried deep in the monster's eye.

This time, there was no resistance. My momentum carried me past as the cow burst into a spray of dust and strange little golden packages with a startled "Moo?" I landed in a roll, which might've even been cool if I didn't look like a half-dressed lunatic. Monster residue fell to the street behind me— far enough away that I didn't have to worry about it, thank the gods. I didn't even want to guess how long it would take if I had to clean that stuff off my balls.

The girls pulled to a stop next to me, staring at my missing pants. Well, I think Clarisse at least was staring at what those pants usually covered. I caught the way she licked her lips and hoped she wasn't getting ideas. This really wasn't the time.

As if proving my point, the sound of sirens started somewhere not all that far away.

"Run?" I asked.

Annabeth grabbed my lost jeans and tossed them into my face. "Put on pants," she corrected. "Then we run."

"Did we lose them?

We were pressed into an alley not too far from the crime scene. Lou Ellen was bent over breathing hard. Apparently cardio wasn't one of her specialties. Annabeth was at the alley's entrance, poking her head out to watch the street. A siren passed by, before the noise slowly faded out.

Annabeth turned back to us. "Now we did."

"I have a question," I said. "The three of you went out for sandwiches, right?" They all nodded. "So how did you come back with a thousand-pound bull instead?"

"Cow," Annabeth corrected, as if that was the important part. "An Ethiopian Cow, to be specific."

"Fine. Cow. So… How?"

"We actually didn't bring it," Lou said. Her pale face was still pretty pink in the cheeks, but I guess she'd gotten her breath back.

"It was on a beeline for the van," Annabeth said grimly. "We heard it four blocks away. We could see it from two. It was like it knew where we parked from across the city."

I didn't have an answer for that. I tested for possible monster-attraction in the woods before we left, but found nothing. Now, just hours after we left, it was the opposite? I couldn't make sense of it.

"If we're doing questions, I have one," Clarisse said. "Who in Hades is this?"

Standing behind me, Valentina gave a cheerful wave.

"Valentina Diaz," she said, "daughter of Aphrodite, at your service."

"Why are you here?" Annabeth asked. Her brow furrowed. "Actually, where did you come from?"

"She was inside Chiron's bag," I said.

"He packed her?"

"I packed myself," Valentina said.

"And what about everything else in the bag?"

"She tossed it out to make room," I said.

Annabeth spun toward me, her eyes going wide. For a second I thought she was going to scream at someone, but instead her tightened fists slowly unclenched. She looked at the ground.

"The emergency train tickets were in there," she said.

"And we just lost our ride," Clarisse said. "Unless you think it'll still start after the cow sent it flipping."

"Oooh, I'm sorry!" Valentina's pretty face screwed up into a frown that tugged at my heart. "I had to, though! If I couldn't get close to Percy, I was going to die!"

Annabeth's face softened. "You were sick? Why didn't you just tell someone?"

"I was nervous," Valentina said. "I'm not like you guys. I'm not used to having my life on the line. When I realized I'd been cursed—"

"You're not cursed though?"

Everyone froze. Lou Ellen, recovered from the short sprint, was right in front of Valentina. She sniffed the dark-skinned girl.

"There isn't a single bit of magic on you. Just perfume. A lot of perfume."

I gaped. Annabeth and Clarisse crossed their arms. Valentina smiled nervously.

"Oops. Busted?"

Her giggles didn't catch on with the rest of us.

"I can't believe her!"

Annabeth marched left to right in our hotel room, pacing past the foot of two queen-sized beds. I sat on the foot of one. Clarisse had gone out with Lou Ellen to find a cab back to camp for Valentina, desperate to get rid of the troublesome demigod.

With the money kept in pockets and wallets we just had enough for a hotel for the night. Since we'd lost our car and our train access in one go, it wasn't like we could keep going. We rented a room in a cheap motel 6 near Interstate 278, which was where Annabeth and I were now. In theory we were supposed to be relaxing. The reality was, Annabeth wasn't in any mood to lie down on a bed, so she was up and moving.

"She got rid of our supplies. She lied to our faces. And… And… She took your entire cock like it was nothing!"

The others had heard the entire story of what happened while they were gone, including details I would've left out that Valentina just had to chime in and add.

"Is that really what we should be complaining about?" I asked.

Annabeth spun, raising an accusing finger in the air. "It's cheating is what it is! She doesn't even understand how difficult that is for the rest of us!"

I held my hands up in surrender. "I'm just saying, it's really not the worst part. We wouldn't have even been able to eat if it hadn't been for the world's least sanitary hamburgers."

When we returned to the scene of the attack hoping to salvage some supplies, we found about a dozen confused cops standing over a totaled van, a busted hydrant, and, for some reason, about a dozen packaged hamburgers. They were the golden paper balls I'd spotted in the dust left by the Ethiopian Cow. Somehow, the monster left hamburgers behind as trophies like my minotaur horn, or the Nemean Lion's coat I sacrificed when I was fourteen.

Convincing the cops to let us take them hadn't actually been too hard, at least with a few careful manipulations of the Mist. I think they were so confused how hamburgers got there that they were actually happy to let them 'disappear'.

Annabeth huffed and crossed her arms. "Of course you're not complaining."

I couldn't really argue with that, so I kept quiet and let her go back to pacing.

Except, before she made it more than a few steps, the hotel room door opened.

Clarisse and Lou Ellen stepped in. I didn't expect them to be grinning after the day we'd had, but their faces still looked a little grim.

"How'd it go?" Annabeth asked eagerly

Chiron promised he would cover the cab costs over the phone. By tomorrow, we'd have Valentina out of our hair and be able to focus on traveling west again.

"See for yourself," Clarisse said.

She stepped out of the way, revealing none other than Valentina herself.

"Hey," said the daughter of Aphrodite. "Long time no see."

Annabeth scowled, but I looked closely at the girl. Something was off about her. Some of that permanent energy she walked around with wasn't there. Her eyes looked heavy, like holding them up was taking extra effort.

"Could you not find a single cab?" Annabeth complained.

"About that," Clarisse said. She pushed Lou Ellen forward, and the smaller girl stumbled toward us with a squeak. "You tell them, if you're so sure about this."

Lou stared at Annabeth and I. She steeled herself with a deep breath. "I smell magic on her."

"But earlier you said—"

She cut Annabeth off. "It wasn't there earlier. I'm sure of that. But just as we were about to send her home, boom. There it was!"

Annabeth turned to Valentina. "What did you do?"

"Nothing!" The dark-skinned girl held up her hands. "Look, I understand why you wouldn't trust me right now, but I really didn't do a thing. I was just standing there, praying to my mom this would all work out, when Lou here spun around and shouted that she sensed magic!"

"Valentina was around Percy here for most of the day," Clarisse said. "It only makes sense she caught the curse eventually, even if she was lying at the start."

Annabeth growled. Instead of blowing up, though, she sighed and rubbed the bridge of her nose. "Fine. We can giver her treatment the same way as with you two—"

"I disagree," Clarisse said.

Everyone looked at her. Valentina, who was being conspicuously quiet, stepped further away from the Ares girl.

"Are you saying to let her die?" Annabeth asked, some shock entering her voice.

"Of course not."

"Then Percy needs to sleep with her."

"Sure," Clarisse said. "But that doesn't mean he has to do it the same way as before. This girl got the curse because she poked around where she didn't need to, and now we have to deal with the results of that. She's gotta be punished."

"What are you telling me to do?" I said slowly.

Clarisse snatched Valentina off the floor by the back of her shirt. The daughter of Aphrodite flinched, then started to flail, but Clarisse's grip stayed firm. She marched forward and literally dropped Valentina in my lap.

"C'mon, Jackson," she said. "Pound some discipline into her."

Without a doubt the strangest part of Clarisse's declaration was that she walked out of the room immediately after.

It was really as simple as that– drop a girl in my lap, tell me to pound her, walk away like that was a regular and easily-understood command anybody would know what to do with. I don't even know where she wandered off to. We were staying in a hotel and this was our room.

"Do it."

I turned to Annabeth. She had a steely look on her face as she looked down at Valentina.

"Clarisse is right," she said. "It's this girl's fault that things have gotten this far. She needs to be punished. And she needs to be fucked. No reason not to do both at the same time."

I tried not to look down at the girl laid across my lap, which was easier said than done. That blowjob earlier was still seared into my memory, along with the sex that got interrupted straight after. As sudden as it had been, I still felt like I'd missed out on something… and now the perfect chance to take what I'd lost out on had literally dropped into my lap.

"If you're sure…"

"Do I get a say in this?" Valentina asked.

"No," Annabeth, Sue and I said all at the same time.

"Hot," Valentina said.

Annabeth glanced across the room at Sue. "Are you going to leave with Clarisse?"

"Are you?" Sue asked.

"No," Annabeth said. "I'm in a bad mood because of this girl. The best strategy to fix that is to help punish her body myself."

"I'm staying too," Lou said.

"To help?" I asked.

"To watch," she said. "I think I'll get something great out of that."

She giggled and rubbed her knees together. Annabeth looked at her like she was a weirdo. I thought that was a little bit hypocritical considering that her answer had been almost as strange.

Speaking of weird, Valentina hadn't made a single move to escape from my lap. If anything, she'd wiggled in deeper. She was listening to others talk about her to her face without saying a thing. I wondered if this 'punishment' Clarisse and Annabeth were thinking of would have the effect they were expecting.

Then I got started.

Doubts or not, this was something that had to happen. Besides, I'd be lying if I pretended it wouldn't be fun. It only took a moment of thinking to decide how to begin.

Smack!

"Ooh!" Valentina exclaimed as my hands came down hard on her jean-bottoms.

I followed up with three more, but something was missing. The impacts felt dull. Too much clothing in the way. Luckily, that was an easy fix.

I grabbed a solid fistfull of Valentina's t-shirt, right at the base. Then I twisted. Once the fabric was wrapped tightly around my hand, I pulled her whole body into the air.

It wasn't that hard, even with one arm. Compared with Clarisse she felt like a feather.

My other hand slipped around to her waist. I undid the button on her shorts and pulled the zipper to its base. From there, it was just about getting a good grip and yanking.

I guess I got a really good grip. When shorts slid all the way to her ankles, her panties came with them. An idea came to me. I left both wrapped around her feet.

Setting Valentina back down across my knees, I brought my hand down again. And again. And again.

Now the sounds were sharp. Each spank cracked like a Fury's whip. Valentina's ass was huge, but more than that it had almost perfect shape, rising high above the rest of her body as she lay flat. Every time my hand struck, it jiggled and trembled for a solid five seconds.

"How many do you think she deserves?" I asked.

"Let's see." Annabeth made a show of counting up on her fingers. "Five for sneaking along when she wasn't cursed."

My hand came down a total of five times, all of them on the same spot on the left cheek.

"Another five for lying to our faces."

I switched targets to her other cheek, my hand landing even faster.

"Five more for tossing out all our supplies."

These I aimed straight in the middle. My hand was just big enough to reach both of the spots I'd been targeting on either cheek, so long as I was precise. Valentina moaned with each blow from this set. The more they wracked up, the louder she got. Lou moaned too. Her thighs were pressed together tightly as she watched. I wondered if that 'something great' she talked about had anything to do with soiling a set of clean panties.

"Finally," Annabeth said, "we have your worst crime."

Valentina was breathing hard after the barrage. Part of it was probably pain, but I was certain there was something else mixed in. When she didn't speak up, Annabeth grabbed her chin and forced her to make eye contact.

"You tried to use my boyfriend's kindness to trick him into sleeping with you," she said. "You didn't ask. You weren't honest. You pretended your life was at stake, just to get what you wanted. For that… We need something worse than a spank."

Still gripping Valentina's chin, Annabeth held her other hand up in the shape of a fist. She looked at me— but more specifically at the hand that had doled out the spanks.

"Shove it in her," Annabeth commanded, waving her fist.

I jammed my entire hand inside Valentina's pussy.

I wasn't sure it would be possible, but even after just the show earlier she was already soaked. My hand slid straight in. Valentina thrashed at the sudden intrusion, but the shorts and panties I'd left around her ankles limited her movement like cuffs. I plunged my hand deeper and Valentina groaned long and loud.

"You like that?" Annabeth was holding Valentina's head high, even as the girl's eyes started rolling toward the back of her skull. "You wanted my boyfriend so badly earlier. Aren't you happy now that you have him?"

When Valentina continued to groan and yelp, Annabeth slapped her. It wasn't hard enough to be really mean, but… it was close.

"Answer when I ask you a question."

"Yesh," Valentina said. "I like it a lot!"

"Then he has to go even harder."

She looked up at me, and the silent command was as obvious as could be.

I thrusted my hand repeatedly. At the deepest, I was in deeper than my wrist. When I pulled back, everything past the thumb knuckle stayed inside. It was a difficult feeling to describe. Valentina's insides were warm, wet, and clearly not designed to be opened as wide as they were right now.

It was also invigorating. When she gave me the blowjob in the car, it felt like she was operating my entire body with technique and sensuality. This felt like the opposite. She was totally at my mercy, and I was doing it with nothing but raw power.

Valentina was gasping. She was already cumming, and it was happening again and again. I didn't stop. My body might've been the one moving, but Annabeth was the one controlling the gas pedal.

"Are you sorry?" Annabeth asked.

Valentina panted as she came again. When she collected herself, she slurred, "I'm shorry!"

Annabeth slapped her again.

"Answer quicker," she said. "You're really sorry?"

"I am!"

My arm, still pumping inside her, was becoming slick. Spray from the fisting was scattering across her thighs, my lap, and the rest of my triceps. Lou's back was pressed to the wall now, and she slid slowly to the floor, as if her legs were giving out just at the sight of Valentina's fate.

"Will you make it up to us?" Annabeth asked.

"How?" Valentina gasped.

Annabeth smirked. She let go of Valentina's face and stood up from the bed. With a few efficient movements she pulled off all her clothes, until she was standing naked next to the bed. Then she gestured for me to stand, too.

"Toss her on there," she said and nodded to the bed behind us.

My hand slid free from Valentina with a moist popping noise. I tossed her onto the queen-sized bed, where she landed face down. She didn't move.

Standing before Annabeth, I got the hint and pulled off my own clothes. Nodding appreciatively, Annabeth crawled onto the bed.

She went all the way to the headboard, sitting up with her back to it. She roughly tugged Valentina's shirt off, revealing a view of the girl's bare back. There wasn't a bra in sight. I crawled onto the bed too, by the foot of it. Annabeth and I made eye-contact, and she nodded.

I grabbed Valentina's hips and hauled them into the air. At the same time, Annabeth spread her legs and grabbed onto Valentina's head. She pressed the daughter of Aphrodite's head to her pussy, grinning vindictively.

"Be a good girl about this, and I just might forgive you," she said.

Valentina couldn't answer, her face was buried too deep in Annabeth's muff, but she did use her tongue to do something else. Annabeth shuddered, her eyes becoming lidded.

Meanwhile, I was at my limit. I had gotten blue-balled by a cow of all things earlier, and I'd just spent the last few minutes bringing Valentina to orgasm after orgasm. My cock was sick of getting ignored. I slammed my hips into Valentina and buried it in her in one thrust.

She moaned, but it was muffled by Annabeth's body. Her backside rippled. When I moved forward, each impact traveled all the way down her thighs. There was something addictive about seeing those cheeks jiggle, red and raw from my own hand. As I thrusted forward, I started dragging her hips back to meet me. The sound was as loud as a Laistrygonian clapping.

Annabeth was getting red in the cheeks. She planted her feet on the bed and put down a hand, lifting herself into the air. Her other hand stayed on the back of Valentina's head. As she held the girl in place, she bucked her hips, practically riding Valentina's face.

In the corner of my eye I caught sight of Lou Ellen pulling out a notebook. Don't ask me where she got it. She was dutifully scribbling something — notes, sketches, I don't know — while watching us with an appraising eye and a raging blush. Having an audience, even a one-woman one, kicked me into a frenzy.

I began spanking Valentina's ass again, and this time I was only vaguely holding back. The entire time I continued thrusting. She came, then came again. I'd never been with a woman that orgasmed this much. I didn't know if it was Valentina, the situation, or some combination of the two. I sped up even more.

Suddenly, Annabeth came. Because of the way she was moving, clear liquid ended up being rubbed across all of Valentina's face, making it shine in the hotel's artificial light. Annabeth relinquished her hold as she fell back on the bed.

But I wasn't done. Not quite yet. I grasped Valentina's long dark hair and pulled her up by it. Lou's notebook was still in her hands, but she couldn't be doing much writing considering the pencil was being put to work beneath her pants. The claps of Valentina's ass were coming so fast they were bleeding together.

Gasping, I hit my limit.

I slammed our hips together and held them there for as long as I could, that wonderful ass smashed flat against me as my cum poured out deep inside her, staving off the curse. I let go of Valentina's hair and she slid off my cock to lie flat against the bed.

Annabeth was leaning against the headboard, head aimed at the ceiling and her arms loose by her sides. Valentina lay on the bed, her ass such a bright shade of red I started having second thoughts. Her face still sparkled with Annabeth's juices. I knew the feeling.

In the corner, Lou yelped. From the way she threw her head up, she must've reached her own climax. When that passed, the room lulled into a strange silence.

"Can we do that again?" Valentina asked suddenly.

Annabeth and I shared disbelieving looks. In the corner, Lou Ellen squeaked.

"Seconded!"

If you had asked me a few days ago what I expected to be doing, I never would've said standing on a Brooklyn street corner beside four girls holding enough toast to feed a family of four for a week. But sometimes that's just how life turns out.

Before the motel could kick us out, we had plundered the complimentary breakfast for every crumb it was worth. Turns out the staff weren't all that happy with five teens shoving every scrap of food into their pockets and making a break for it. The move got us kicked out a little early, but considering we were officially out of money and options from now on, we set aside our pride to keep our stomachs full a little longer.

"What next?" Lou asked, voicing the question we'd all been wondering.

By that point we'd spent fifteen minutes standing there feeling lost. The only one that seemed like she was doing anything was Annabeth. My girlfriend had her eyes shut. Her forehead was creased in concentration.

"I'm thinking," she said.

The rest of us went back to waiting.

It wasn't that I didn't want to help. Honestly, I would've loved to have been the one coming up with a genius strategy for once. But without money, a ride, or even spare clothes, our backs were so close to the metaphorical wall that I could feel bricks digging into my spine.

Wait, no, that was just Valentina's fingers poking me.

"Weren't we going to Hawaii," she asked.

"That was the idea," I said grumpily.

Valentina looked around. Somehow, after everything the night before, she looked like the most alert out of all of us— even more than Clarisse who didn't participate at all.

"You guys didn't plan this very well."

"Whose fault is that?" Annabeth suddenly yelled, her eyes snapping open. "We were supposed to have money, a car, and train tickets if that failed! We packed! Then you unpacked it all, and we ended up with you instead!"

Passersby had already been giving us strange looks — y'know, because of the arms full of breakfast food — but they really stared when Annabeth raised her voice. We'd ended up in an upscale part of brooklyn. The sort of place where the white dogs that passed by on walks were even crustier than usual, and the women walking them looked like they spent at least thirty grand per year to look the opposite. From the glances we were getting, I got the feeling more than a few had mistaken us for homeless teens.

That was… kind of depressingly close to the actual situation.

"C'mon Annabeth," Valentina said patiently. "Sure I unpacked your bag, but you would've lost everything anyway, right? The cow would've destroyed it. Nothing survived the crash. We checked."

Annabeth glared at her. "That… That… Why did you actually make a good point? Gah!"

She threw her hands up, returning to strategizing.

"The problem is that we don't have a car anymore," Lou said forlornly.

"Nah," Clarisse disagreed. "The problem is that we don't have any money. You can buy a ride. But even if we had the van, it wouldn't be going far on one tank of gas."

"Should we make some money?" Valentina asked.

Clarisse smacked her shoulder. "You can't make money just like that."

"I'm pretty sure we could though," Valentina said. "Hey, what if we have Percy fuck me right here? Live porn, we'll call it. Ten bucks to stay and watch. Clarisse can run off stragglers that don't pay. And if someone gives extra, they can suggest the next position!"

We all stared at her. Even Annabeth opened her eyes to join in. As we stood there in silence, someone finally decided we actually were homeless and tossed a dollar our way. The bill fluttered to the ground between us.

"Look at that!" Valentina stooped to pick it up, waving the bill around. "That's a good start! I'm telling you, we'd make real money with this— if there's one thing life has taught me, it's that people like me at least ten times more once I take off my clothes."

Lou frowned. "That's kind of really sad."

Valentina grabbed her. "No moping! Help me get Percy's clothes off, and we'll be traveling across the country in style within the day."

"Woah!" I held my hands up, dropping a couple slices of toast in the process. "I never agreed to this!"

Valentina licked her lips. "Just hold still for one second…"

Clarisse caught the back of her shirt. "I am not getting arrested as an accessory to indecent exposure."

Valentina whined and strained like a dog on a leash, but Clarisse's grip held. The daughter of Ares turned to me.

"This is your city. You live here. Can't you just run home and grab some stuff?"

"It's not that simple," I muttered.

"Why not?"

I pointed at myself. "Cursed." I pointed west toward Manhattan. "My mom's house." I crossed my bread-filled arms. "I'm not going any closer than this."

The others looked a little green at the implication.

"You don't think the curse would really…" Lou trailed off.

"I don't know," I said honestly. "Which is why I'm not taking any chances."

I hadn't called home once since this whole business started up. I knew too much Greek mythology to expect any built-in morals on a mysterious curse. We didn't even understand how it spread. I wasn't going to go anywhere near my mom until we were absolutely certain I was fixed.

"You don't know anybody else?' Clarisse asked, apparently accepting my reasoning.

"What, like, close friends? I had two, but one turned out to be a goat and the other is living on the ocean floor. They aren't much help right now."

"That's it?" Clarisse asked.

Lou's eyes got wide. "That's kind of really—"

"It's not sad," I snapped. "And why are you putting this on the same level as Valentina admitting she has to take off her clothes for people to spend any time around her?"

"I feel like what I said has become worse since I said it," Valentina observed.

"Look, it's not like I was some sad kid who only ever hung out with his mom. I'm just saying there's no chance someone will just wander by who recognizes—"

"Percy?"

Very, very slowly, I cranked around to face the voice.

A woman in a modest white sundress and large straw hat stood there staring at us. At me, in particular. She tilted down a pair of expensive-looking sunglasses to reveal awfully familiar green eyes.

"It really is you!" she said. "You've gotten much taller since the last time I saw you!"

When her identity finally clicked into place, my first words were a little silly.

"Shouldn't you be in Hawaii?" I exclaimed.

The others stared at me, completely lost. But those green eyes, the long red hair spilling out of her straw hat… they were features she had given to her daughter. The same daughter we were currently stalled out on a cross-country trip just to meet.

"Why would I be… oh!" she said. "I guess you wouldn't have heard."

"Heard what, Mrs. Dare?"

Rachel's mom smiled at me.

"That it isn't Mrs. Dare anymore. Please, Percy, call me Emily. I insist."

Emily Mcmillan — formerly Emily Dare — was a much nicer woman than I remembered her as who owned an equally nice Brooklyn suite. After inviting us over, she wasted no time in sitting us down at a nice mahogany dinner table before disappearing into the ultra-modern kitchen for drinks.

I used the chance to look around discreetly. The dining area was attached to the living room, a sparsely decorated room with a couch, three coffee tables, and a bookshelf filled with a strange mix of gossip rags and high literature. There were six separate paintings on the walls starting next to the door, each getting progressively more abstract the deeper into the room you walked.

"Do you like them?"

Emily returned, laying tall glasses of water in front of each of us. Unfortunately, I turned toward her at a bad time. Or a good one, depending on your point of view. As she bent over the table to set my glass down, her cleavage hung right in front of my face. Unlike her hair and eyes, there was at least one feature that hadn't been passed down to her daughter in full.

"Rachel helped me pick them," Emily said, obliviously finishing placing the glass. "I'll admit, at the time I wasn't too certain. But they've really grown on me."

"I didn't know the two of you were so close," I said, pointedly looking away.

She straightened and walked around the table, taking a seat on the far side in between Lou Ellen and Annabeth.

"For a long time we weren't," she said. "That's a regret of mine. One in a rather long list." She laughed in that way people do when they don't want you to think the super sad thing they've just said is actually sad. "But recently we've bonded a lot. We even discovered a shared interest!"

"What's that?" Annabeth asked.

"Hating her father," Emily said, completely serious. She took a long swig of her own amber drink— possibly tea. "She's been a dear ever since the divorce. I honestly don't know what the process would've been like without her."

I didn't know much about Rachel's mom. I was honestly surprised she even recognized me. All the times when I'd been over to Rachel's house, she would just be reading in a corner. The few times she spoke, she always kept it short. When she was our age she had gone to the same prep school Rachel had been forced to attend. Other than that, I couldn't think of a single interesting detail.

"We were actually on our way to visit your daughter," Annabeth said. "Things just went… a little wrong with our travel plans."

"She's all the way in Hawaii right now," Emily said. "That's a long way to go on short notice. I guess this is Oracle business, then."

Annabeth's gaped. "She told you about that?"

Emily giggled primly, covering her mouth with the back of her hand. Now that was the kind of trick a Clarion Ladies Academy education got you. "Oh, yes. She told me everything."

"And you believed her?"

Emily leaned forward over the table. "Disliking her father isn't the only thing we share. My daughter has particularly good eyes, and I happen to know where she got them."

Suddenly, inviting five dirty kids into her home didn't seem nearly so crazy. She was clear-sighted, just like Rachel, and knew exactly what we were. It was kind of relaxing to realize.

"So what's at stake this time?" she asked. "The fate of the world again, or just New York? Please tell me it's neither. I'd hate to see this place's property value go down so soon after buying."

"It's not that big," I assured her. "But there are lives on the line. If there's any way you can help us…"

I felt guilty asking when we hardly knew each other, but I was telling the truth. We really did need anything we could get.

Emily looked thoughtful. "Stay here for one night," she said, "and I'll find a way to get you west by the morning. Maybe a flight— wait, no, that won't work for you. Perhaps a train then… I'll find something."

"We'll pay you back," Annabeth promised.

For some reason, Emily just laughed. "Honey, don't bother. You have no idea how little money means to me right now. Instead, tell me about yourselves. What's this camp I've heard so much about like? Do you really fight with actual swords?"

The conversation went on but turned to lighter things. We told her stories about old quests, camp traditions, and embarrassing mishaps. Nobody touched on our current quest, but then the details weren't all that fit for polite company.

I was particularly invested in telling the story of how I first met Rachel when a touch under the table made me trip over my words.

Valentina wasn't looking at me, but it was definitely her hand that had begun rubbing my thigh.

"Is something that matter Percy?" Emily asked.

I shook myself and decided to just ignore it.

"Sorry. Anyway, like I was saying, we'd reached the top of the damn…"

I kept telling the story, but Valentina kept going too. Her hand slid progressively higher up my leg. Just as I was getting to the part about the Ophiotaurus, it took the plunge.

And I mean that literally. Into my pants.

"Are you sure you're alright?" Emily asked me, looking concerned. "Your face is getting red."

The others were staring at me. Suspiciously. I managed a smile.

"Yep. Perfectly fine. I just get very… excited when I tell a good story."

She let it drop, but from her expression the doubts were still there.

Valentina's hand stroked my quickly hardening cock. I don't know how she did it without looking or moving her upper body at all, but that didn't make it any less distracting. Her technique was flawless.

"So after I left the elevator, I'm running around basement without anywhere to go. I'm desperate, so I sprint for the bathroom— speaking of bathrooms, can I use yours? Like, right now?"

Emily blinked. But she said, "Just down the hall."

I muttered a thank you and rose, Valentina's hand sliding free as I stood up. I hobbled out of the room trying not to let my erection show. As I left, I heard another chair slide back.

"You know," Valentina said, "I need the bathroom myself. I think I'll go and wait my turn."

"You are so much trouble!" I growled, slamming my hips into Valentina.

"Oh yeah," she moaned. "Right there. Oh yeah. Oh, yes!"

She was perched with her luscious ass on Emily's marble sink countertop, her legs spread around me. We hadn't even undressed, just pushed our pants down enough for me to shove my cock into her.

"Can't you just make anything easy?" I demanded. "We just found a nice woman willing to take us into her home. Are you actually trying to get her to throw us out?"

"Fuck me!" Valentina moaned. "Ohh, bang the shit out of me Papi!"

I grabbed her by the ass, tearing her off the countertop and shoving her against the locked door. The hinges rattled as I thrusted into her roughly, trying to finish fast.

Valentina moaned and yelped. She laced her hands behind my head, gasping for air.

Just as I was getting close, I slammed a hand across Valentina's mouth, stifling her noises. I slowed down, trying to quiet the sound of the rattling door.

I'd heard footsteps.

They faded in from down the hall before stopping. Just when I was hoping whoever it was had passed by, a voice called out, "Percy? Is everything alright in there?"

The voice was Emily's.

"Percy?"

I wasn't panicking. Not even slightly. I just… didn't see many ways out of this situation, and banging inside our host's bathroom less than an hour after she graciously allowed us to stay just wasn't something I needed to be dealing with right now.

Calm. I just had to sound calm.

"I'm fine!" I called back.

"I thought I heard banging," Emily said (with no idea how right she was). "Have you seen Valentina?"

Yes. She was giving me puppy-dog eyes over the hand I had clasped to her mouth, begging me to start moving again.

"I think she was waiting for the bathroom! She must've wandered somewheeeeere…"

My last word trailed off into a weird groan. Valentina was licking my palm with her tongue. Broad, wet strokes ran across the inside of my hand, making me shudder.

"Are you really—"

"Yes I'm fine!" I yelled. "I think I just had a few too many slices of toast!"

There was a pause, and I added, "I'll be out in a few minutes. you can go back to the others."

Emily never answered. But after a minute I heard footsteps retreating. I waited a few beats, then focused on Valentina.

I wrenched my hand away, revealing her mouth open with her tongue still out. I flipped her around and mashed her roughly into the door.

I rammed her voluptuous ass ferociously. My hand found the back of her head, shoving her cheek into the door's surface. Rattles filled the bathroom as I slammed her hard enough to shake the door.

I leaned in close, head tight to her neck.

"You almost got us caught twice!" I whispered. "Do you have to be such a slut all the time?"

"Just for you Papi," she moaned way louder than was smart. "Pump me with your fucking cock!"

There was no reason to hold back here. After a few more relentless thrusts I came inside her. When my cock slid out, a thin white trail dribbled down Valentina's leg.

I got dressed quickly. Valentina did the same at a slower pace. Listening with my ear pressed to the crack in the door, I couldn't hear a thing. I decided the coast was clear and stepped out into the hallway.

Nobody was around. I could hear voices from the living room. Sighing in relief that we got away with it, I headed back toward the dining table.

Just as I was about to leave the hallway I heard it.

The noise was quiet. No more than a squeak. But I was a demigod, and we don't live long by ignoring things. I spun to face the opposite direction.

At the far end of the hall, red curls disappeared through a doorway they'd been sticking out from, just one room down from the bathroom.

I spent the rest of the day waiting for the hammer to drop.

I was terrified we were going to get kicked out and lose our trip west, all because Valentina couldn't control her libido and I'd gone along with her. But as the day dragged on, nothing happened. We spent the afternoon lounging around talking. Emily joined the group not long after Valentina and I. She never said or did anything out of place.

It got to the point that I started doubting whether I really saw her spying or if I imagined the entire thing.

By the time it got dark and we got ready for bed, I'd almost forgotten. Because it was a two-bedroom apartment we had the guest room and the living room to split between all five of us. Clarisse and Lou took the bed while Annabeth, Valentina and I scattered around the living room. I was coming back from brushing my teeth, on my way to bed, when I heard a voice say, "Percy?"

I stopped. It was Emily's voice, coming from the crack in the door to her room.

"It's me," I said. "Do you need something?"

"I have tickets for the five of you to travel."

"That's great! I'll tell the others tomorrow and—"

"I'm not sure I'm going to hand them over."

I froze, one step down the hall toward the living room.

"What?"

The door flew open and a hand pulled me inside. It shut behind me, closing with a click.

Emily stood there in a nightgown, her hands still wrapped around my arm. She looked at me with heavily lidded eyes.

"But… I could be convinced," she said.

My brain shut down for a moment. I just stared, taking in one of the last sights I expected to see.

Emily wore a nightgown— just a nightgown, with a pair of panties visible through the fabric and a very noticeable absence of any bra. Dark, stiff areolas peeked out from under the nightgown's sheer fabric. She was still holding onto my arm after pulling me into the room, but it seemed like the purpose had shifted slightly. Her fingers were now unrepentantly groping the muscles on my arm. She bit her lip.

"Emily… why're you doing this all of a sudden," I asked.

"I've helped you lots," she said, still staring at (and feeling up) my arm. "Don't you think I have the right to ask for a little bit in return?"

"What are you asking for? What will 'convince' you?"

For a moment, she actually released my arm and looked up. "You can't tell?"

"I'd like to know for sure. Before I make any mistakes."

She paused. Her hands finally let go of my arm, only to grasp my collar a second later. She leaned in close to my face. Even though she was so much older than me, she was also a lot shorter, so she had to go up on her tippy-toes to pull it off. That was a major turn on for reasons I couldn't explain.

"I heard what you did to Valentina this morning," she said.

I knew I'd seen her hair. "And you aren't not mad about that?"

"I will be," she said, "unless you fuck me right now, the same way you fucked her."

I don't know why that made me blush. She was already standing in front of me three-quarters naked. My last few days had been nothing but one dirty debacle after the last. But there was something alluring in the way she was being blunt now, after all that dressed-up talk about deals and convincing.

I stared into her eyes, so much like Rachel's. Just because I was blushing didn't mean I was nervous. Her heavy breasts were brushing against my chest. I could smell her: a little too much flowery perfume that hadn't been there earlier, probably applied just for this.

The longer her ultimatum hung in the air, the more her confidence cracked. Her eyes dipped lower on my face so that she didn't have to look me in mine. Her hands on my collar trembled. Finally she started to sink away, her momentum broken.

I didn't let her.

My hands found her ass from either side. It wasn't as perky and perfectly shaped as Valentina's, but it certainly didn't lose in pure volume. I dragged her in tight with one jerk.

Emily yelped. Her toes dangled, just brushing the ground but not resting on it as I easily held her up. Her breasts were flat against me. Our faces were even closer than before.

"If I do this, you'll give us the tickets?"

"Yes?" Emily squeaked. I don't think it was meant to be a question, but her surprise turned it into one.

For a moment we stayed like that, her tight to me in my arms. She was breathing quickly. Her lips kept turning up toward a smile, then drooping as she forcibly tried to keep her composure.

"No going back on that promise," I said.

I kissed her.

At first she didn't even react, allowing my tongue to slip right in and push hers around. It didn't take her long to catch on.

I think I'm a pretty good kisser. Not to brag, but I have a lot of practice. Traveling the world battling to stop the Earth herself from ending all life is stressful, and when you've got your girlfriend for company, kissing is just the best way to take your mind off things. Kissing is also a great way to celebrate saving the world. Somewhere along the way, I became pretty confident in my tongue.

I had nothing on Emily.

Her tongue quickly caught up with mine, moving just as quickly and skillfully. Then it kept going. Soon she was caressing my mouth in ways I didn't know were possible and hardly understood. It was like for every trick that I knew she had a dozen in her arsenal. I doubted even Valentina could've kept up with her, even with love literally in her blood. I would've loved to watch her try, though.

Finally we broke, reluctantly, for air. Emily's face was flushed. She had a thrilled little smile on her face, and this one wasn't disappearing.

I marched across the room with her still in my arms.

She kissed me again as I carried her. The destination was her bed, a wide king-size with neat navy sheets. The size caught my attention, along with the firmly affixed headboard. This wasn't the kind of bed you got for sleeping alone in.

I dropped her onto the bed, where she landed with a bounce and a soft laugh. She wasted no time in crawling to the edge, kneeling at head-height to my crotch.

Remember when I said she was good with her mouth? Yeah, I didn't even understand the half of it back then.

She looked up and made eye contact with me. Her teeth dug into the front corner of my pants, deliberately slipping it forward over the button. Her tongue pressed down on my zipper. Rung by rung she pushed it down, until my pants loosened and slid off on their own.

I guess the sight of my boxers excited her. Once they were in front of her, she ditched the theatrics and hauled them down as fast as possible.

My erection bobbed free in her face. The first thing she did was sniff it, long and deeply, which would've made me self-conscious if it wasn't so unbelievably arousing.

She held her forearm up to my cock, marveling at the lack of difference in size. "How did Rachel handle something like this?"

"Rachel? She hasn't."

Emily looked up at me in shock. "You two haven't… I mean not even once?"

I shifted slightly. "That's just how things worked out."

Something strange crossed her expression. For a second I thought she was getting second thoughts. Then it faded as fast as it came.

Resolved now, she stretched her jaw wide and leaned forward.

"Uh-uh."

She gasped as I shoved her back. She dropped onto her back, legs going up into the air.

"What?" she exclaimed, craning her neck to look at me.

But I was already joining her on the bed, pushing her legs even higher into the air until only her shoulders were on the bed.

"I'm supposed to be the one convincing you, right?" I said. "Then this is the way it should go."

"Oh," said Emily. "Oh."

Upside down, her nightgown had drifted down across her face like a veil. I rested her legs against my chest for a moment, using my hands to pull off my shirt.

"I'm all out of spare clothes," I explained, "so I really can't be getting this one dirty. And I'm a messy eater."

I tossed it away over my shoulder as Emily gaped up at me.

"You're going to… to me? With your mouth?"

I dragged her panties sideways while nodding matter-of-factly. "And I'm going to enjoy it."

I dug my tongue straight into her pussy.

Emily moaned, shifting and trembling as I went to work with my tongue. Patchy red muff tickled my nose. The hair was short enough that it must've been shaved before, but was slowly growing back. I didn't mind it, definitely not with something as distracting as her pussy available for my attention at the same time.

The first orgasm came so fast that I thought I imagined it. I was pretty decent in bed, but I'd only just started. She really had cum, though. I knew for certain because it happened again, just a few seconds later.

I gripped the outside of her thighs to keep her suspended and her legs spread. My tongue worked rhythmically, but also with purpose, finding and focusing on her clit. The results of Emily's pleasure ran freely down the lower half of my face, dripping off my chin in torrents.

It was satisfying, I won't deny that, feeling her react to every slight touch. But there was also something strange about it. It was like she'd never felt a man's tongue before.

Something clicked into place. Her shock when I took the lead. The way she couldn't believe I would use my tongue on her. The non-stop open floodgates of orgasms. I pulled my head back, my tongue dragging roughly through her folds one final time on the way out.

"He never did this for you, did he?" I asked. "Your husband, I mean."

Uncertainty crossed Emily's flushed face. "Is that bad?"

"For him!" I said. "He doesn't know what he was missing out on. And I guess for you too. You deserve more than that."

The idea didn't seem to compute.

"I… deserve more?"

I nodded firmly. "If you're this hot," I said, "you should be treated like it."

I reached around with one hand, flicking the shoulder straps of her nightgown off. Then I grabbed it and pulled it up by the hem. It slid straight off over her ankles, before being tossed away onto the floor.

I sat back, ready to enjoy the view. Something was strange 's shoulders were hunched in. Her arms were wrapped across her chest, denying me even a peek at her breasts. Or trying, at least. They were so big that there was only so much her hands could do.

"What's wrong?" I had to ask.

"Nothing!" Emily said quickly. "Go on. You can keep going."

But I didn't. I felt like I had to know why she was acting this way.

"Are you embarrassed about your breasts?"

It seemed crazy. I couldn't see one reason that would be true. But at the same time, it was the only explanation I could come up with.

Emily's eyes widened. She opened her mouth but didn't speak at all for a while. Finally, she answered.

"He said that they sagged."

She said it so quietly that I almost missed it. "What?"

She looked away. Her arms clutched her chest more tightly. "My ex-husband. He told me the shape had gotten worse. He said it didn't matter… but less than a month later I was staring at divorce papers."

I really didn't know how to respond to that.

Oh, wait. Yes I did.

"Your ex-husband is an idiot."

Emily's head jerked back toward me. "What—"

Finally letting go of her legs, I slid her back until she was flat on the bed. Then I was on top of her. I eased her arms out of the way, revealing what she'd fought so hard to hide.

What I found were breasts as large as Clarisse's, albeit in a different shape. They did hang further down her torso, submitting to gravity in a way Clarisse's bust never did. In that way, her ex-husband hadn't been wrong. They had clearly sagged since the days of her youth.

I also stood by my earlier assessment— the man was definitely stupid. Who lets a little thing like gravity come between him and a rack this nice?

I took one in my mouth, sucking and pulling until it rose away from her chest. Then I gave the same treatment to the other one. At the same time I shifted my hips to line my cock up with her entrance. It was a pretty easy task. All I needed to do rub the tip against her crotch until I found the wettest spot, and there it was.

Still sucking on her breasts, I rammed my cock inside.

That never-ending barrage of orgasms made for the moistest entry I've ever had in my life. I slid straight in until my balls impacted her damp skin. At the same time, it was a tight fit, only possible because of all that lubrication.

She wasn't a virgin. Our camp oracle was proof of that. And yet she felt almost like one, the way her walls strained against my cock.

"So biiig," she moaned, and I knew she wasn't saying it just for my self-esteem, because her eyes rolled back at the same time.

My attention was still on her chest. I lathered on so many bites — some rough, some gentle — that reddish-purple rings began to coat most of the visible skin. Her nipples were stiff as rocks. So many goosebumps were forming under my mouth, a blind person could have read her body like a novel.

The orgasms had started up again. They washed against my cock, making each thrust sound like more of a plop than a clap. I growled as my teeth continued my work. The longer we fucked, the higher Emily's lower back arched off of the bed.

Finally, with one more harsh chomp, I pulled my head up off of her breasts.

"Am I bigger than your ex-husband?" I asked.

Emily gasped. "Don't talk about him now."

I darted to her neck, biting deep in a way sure to leave a hickey. The move was synched up with one of my thrusts, and the combination pushed her into another orgasm. Her hands shot out to the sides and grasped the sheets like handlebars.

I pulled off of her again. "Am I bigger than him?"

"Yes!" she cried, reticence shattered. "So much bigger!"

I kept thrusting, filling her lower body relentlessly.

"Am I better than he was?" I asked.

"By so much!"

I grabbed her face by the cheeks. I forced her to look at me. The move was so unexpected that she gasped. Forced to make eye contact, I stared into her green eyes.

"I'm bigger than him. I'm better than him. I'm the one fucking you. And I say you're beautiful. So don't think about a single thing that idiot said ever again."

I was breathing hard. Partially from the sex, partially from the rant, and mostly because I tried to do both at the same time. Emily was silent for a moment, my hands still pressed to her cheeks.

I could see the exact moment her insecurities snapped. Something bubbled up in her eyes— self-assurance, calmness, lust. She shifted her face to engulf the fingers holding it inside of her mouth. Then she slowly leaned back, letting them slide slowly out between her pouty lips.

"Oh, Percy," she cooed. "Fuck me until you can't move and cover me in your fucking cum."

Something about the husk in her voice almost made me fulfill the second part right then and there.

I sat up straight and hooked her legs over my shoulders. My hands wrapped around her thighs, giving me the best handholds possible. On my knees, I had the best range of motion possible. Preparations were complete. I kicked into overdrive.

I pushed my body to its superhuman limits. I went faster than any mortal could manage, muscles straining with effort. I was a blur below the waist. Emily took it all. Somehow, she even managed to keep talking.

"Do you like this lady's pussy? I'm old enough to be your mom. Does that turn you on? Does it make you want to burst your balls all over me?"

The closest I could come to answering were a few grunts. Not even Annabeth could talk easily when I was moving this fast. I was sure Emily had never been fucked like this, but she still managed to keep her cool, even as the orgasms somehow, impossibly, sped up.

She giggled. "You know, I just realized. I'm fucking my daughters first boyfriend before her. Oh, wait, you never technically dated, did you? I guess I should say my daughter's first love is balls deep in her slutty mom. That's much more accurate, wouldn't you say?"

I used my grip on her legs to heft her off the bed slightly. The new angle let me thrust up all the way against her cervix. I could go even faster this way. My face was turning red.

"You're getting close, aren't you?" Emily gasped. Even she was struggling to talk now.

She was right, too. We'd been going at it for over twenty minutes and the rapid pace wasn't doing me any favors. My muscles ached, but it was my ability to hold back an orgasm that was going to run out first.

"Do it!" she told me, her hands coming up to squeeze mine where they held onto her legs. "Give me your cum, Percy!"

At the very last moment, with a roar, I pulled out of her. My cock fired off the biggest load I'd managed in days, egged on by Emily's sinful body and the dirty talk that just wouldn't stop. The milky globs arced through the air.

And maybe some gods were watching, ones with a penchant for symbolism. Because every last drop splattered down on her beautiful, slightly saggy breasts.

I got knowing looks from the girls when I arrived at the table in the morning. Not that it surprised me. Emily and I made enough noise the night before to wake Endymion. It was totally worth it. At breakfast, she proudly waved a wad of train tickets for us to see.

Six of them, to be exact.

"All that we'll need," she announced happily.

The rest of us stared at her. "You're coming along?" Annabeth asked incredulously.

Emily nodded.

"Why?"

"Because it sounds like quite a lot of fun," she said simply. "Besides, I haven't seen Maui in two years. That's far too long. I'm not missing out on a chance to go again now."

"But what about the curse!" Annabeth said. "What'll you do if you end up afflicted?"

Emily smiled brightly. "Oh, that's easy! Percy'll shove his cock in me and fill me with all the cum I need!"

The conversation ended there. Nobody knew how to argue with something like that. For the first time I wondered if maybe, just maybe, we'd managed to pick up someone even crazier than Valentina.

After breakfast all of us loaded into Emily's Lincoln Aviator SUV. The car was so big that we could've fit three more people. At the rate we were picking up new faces, I wondered if we would need that much room by this time next week.

We made it to Penn Station without a massive cow or any other type of monster storming into the way. Nothing jumped out at us as we navigated the station, either. We made it all the way to our platform and even boarded the train without a hitch.

I really wasn't used to things going this smoothly. I admit, I thought we deserved this much after everything else, but I couldn't deny that it also left me a little uneasy. I kept waiting for the other shoe to drop.

The train Emily got tickets for was a nice Amtrak one. We had neighboring cabins for the five of us, with fold out beds and luxurious cushioned bench-seats in each. The windows provided a great view out at the city, even letting us catch a glimpse of Madison Square Garden next door. As we sat, chatting and waiting, Emily began passing out brown bags to each of us.

"What're these?" I asked as I accepted mine.

"I made something in case you all got hungry," she said. "Feel free to hold onto them."

"You… packed us lunches?" Lou asked.

Emily nodded proudly.

I pulled mine open. Inside was a sandwich in a ziplock bag, an apple, and pre-packaged string cheese. A small smiley face had been drawn on the side of the bag, along with a bubble-letter P to mark it as mine. I ate the cheese right then and there.

Before the train pulled out of the station an employee in a goofy red outfit and hat came around to check our tickets. There wasn't anything wrong with them, but the guy still took his time with it. I'm pretty sure he thought Valentina was flirting with him when she said he looked like a tomato.

She might've been.

Just as it seemed like everything was squared away and the employee was getting ready to leave, something shrieked.

It was followed quickly by a couple of loud bangs. I was on my feet in a flash, ready for our luck to run out, but the mortal wasn't panicking. He leaned back to get a view down the hall before turning to us.

"Terribly sorry about that folks." His voice was nasally, and a little scratchy. "It looks like the cabin next to yours has a pretty large family this trip. They're really squeezing in at the moment."

There were a few more bangs, and even more shrieking. I wondered what happened to that baby. From the sounds it was making, you'd guess all their favorite toys got tossed in a trash compactor while they were forced to watch.

"I'll try to settle them down," the employee told us. "If they're too loud on the trip, you just let the staff know, and we'll talk to them."

"Oh it'll be fine!" Emily said. "We don't mind."

"Besides, we plan to get a few noise complaints ourselves," Valentina added innocently.

The poor employee gulped under the heat of her stare. "You do that— or, try not to do that… I mean—"

He turned and fled down the hall.

"What a nice boy," Emily said.

"He was looked at me like a slab of meat," Valentina said.

"Aren't you one?" Clarisse asked.

Valentina sniffed. "Yes, but a prime cut. I don't come cheap enough for someone like that."

"A slut with standards," Clarisse said.

"Exactly!" Valentina beamed. "That's the nicest thing anyone's ever said to me."

Over the first few hours we all took turns exploring the train. It had two separate dining cars, a couple of lounges, and a huge space for luggage at the back. That last part would've been a great perk if we had anything packed. Not for the first time, I cursed the oversized cow that destroyed our stuff, wishing I could slash it into hamburgers a second time.

Traveling by train was certainly more comfortable than the car had been. Not only did we have room to roam and stretch our legs, the cabins themselves were incomparable to the twenty-year-old seating in the camp's complimentary van.

Hours into the trip I found myself enjoying that luxury as I sat alone in one of our cabins, rubbing my hands over the upholstery beside me. I probably would've been napping, but every few minutes while the family behind us would do something that banged the wall and jolted me back awake. It was irritating, but not enough for me to want to get up.

The others were in the neighboring cabin or still out exploring the train, so I wasn't all that surprised when the door slid open. Clarisse marched inside.

What did surprise me was the way she hauled off her shirt before the door had fully shut, yanking down her bra a second later. Her huge tits swung loose.

"Break time!" she announced.

O-o-O

"That's it! That spot right fucking there!"

I grunted. My hips smashed into Clarisse's ass with enough force that I almost worried we'd knock the train off the tracks. She was bent over the cushioned bench, head and tits shoved against the conjoining wall.

"Is that all you've got!" she screamed at me.

I spanked her ass. She reached up backwards and managed to give my nipple a twist.

Just as I sensed our climaxes coming (pun not intended), a bang louder than any of the others struck the wall from the other side. The baby started shrieking again, even more intense than earlier.

"Sorry!" I said, stopping.

That was a mistake. The moment I lost momentum, Clarisse twisted with my cock still inside her. Now that was a lovely sensation I wasn't sure I'd ever be able to recreate.

She jumped on me, and with all her weight and my guard down we tumbled to the floor. She landed on top, hips already bouncing.

"Got you!" she growled.

I groaned as her hands wrapped around my throat, wondering the best way to get back on top. Thoughts of our neighbors slipped completely from my mind.

O-o-O

The springs on my fold-out bed squawked and screamed. In fairness, they weren't designed to be stood on, but that was exactly what I was doing.

The noise may've also had something to do with the way I was relentlessly shoving Lou down face-first.

"Harder!" demanded the smaller girl. "You were way rougher than this with Clarisse!"

"Lou," I said, continuing to fuck her tight snatch, "Clarisse is like double your size. She can take it. I'm going to hurt you if I get that rough."

"Don't be a spoilsport, Percy," said Valentina, who was watching everything from the opposite bench. "If an honest girl is begging you for something, you ought to give it to her."

"Yeah!" Lou agreed, although it was very muffled by her face-down position under me.

"Here." Valentina rose from her seat. "I'll help."

She walked across the cabin, grabbed the back of Lou's head, and promptly helped shove her face even deeper into the bed, so deep I wasn't entirely sure the mousy girl could breathe anymore.

None of us paid any attention to the bangs coming from next door.

O-o-O

"Ohhhh you're so good at this," Annabeth moaned.

We were breathing hard. Sweat dripped from our skin, leaving us slick as we grasped and rubbed against each other's bodies. I was sitting on the bench with my back to the wall. Annabeth was facing the same direction as me, one foot up on the seat beside us and the other on the floor as she bounced and bobbed along the length of my cock.

One of my hands wrapped around her to grasp her perky chest. She had a tight hold of a clump of my hair. We'd been going for over an hour, dragging it out for as long as possible. Only the two of us could've pulled it off. That was how well we knew each other's bodies.

Thump! Something hit the wall behind us, followed by a high-pitched whine.

"Shut up," Annabeth moaned, thankfully not loud enough to pass through the wall. "We're busy here!"

O-o-O

"Are you sure you don't care about being paid back?" I asked for what felt like the millionth time. "This train is crazy nice. Getting six tickets had to be expensive."

Emily glanced up at me. Very slowly she leaned back, letting my cock slide free from her throat.

"I said you don't need to worry about it," she said, voice chipper despite the leftover saliva dribbling slowly down her chin. "If there's one thing I don't have to worry about these days, it's money."

"But… how?" I asked.

I wasn't complaining that she wasn't interested in extorting us for hundreds to thousands, but at the very least it seemed like something she should have to think twice about.

Emily smiled at me. She absently jerked me off with her hand while talking, just to make sure her progress wouldn't be lost.

"I got half in the divorce," she explained. "Mr. Dare might be a barren man, but he can certainly run a business. I came away with enough money that I doubt I'd ever have to work again. Though, it doesn't truly feel like mine. So I decided this: I'll spend it on whatever frivolous things I want, and when it finally runs out, my life will have truly started over."

I, too, would've liked to have so much money I actively had to try to throw it away. I didn't hold it against her though. I actually thought her willingness to follow through on something like that was impressive.

Emily giggled. "You know, in a way, he's funding this trip for you now, paying for the boy he didn't approve of to travel to Maui and meet his daughter, all while his ex-wife sucks that boy's cock in the meantime. Isn't it funny?"

I couldn't deny it was, in an almost morbid way. It was also hot. I shuddered as her lips came back down around my cock.

Banging started behind my head. It had been a permanent feature of our trip — except during the nights, thankfully — and I was so used to it I hardly gave it a second thought. But this time it only got louder and louder. Just as it reached the point where not even Emily's blowjob could keep my attention off of it, I heard a much more unusual crack!

More quickly followed it.

Crack!

Crack!

Crack!

I shot up, pulling Emily off of me and hauling her up too. The baby's wailing droned to life like a bomb siren. When I turned back to the wall, a half dozen small metal spikes had rammed directly through the wall. Hissing filled the room. Green mist slowly oozed out of the spikes, filling the cabin at an alarming rate.

I didn't get what was happening. I couldn't tell you what that mist was. But I knew damn well I didn't want to be around to find out the answers to either.

"Come on!"

I pulled Emily to the door and yanked it open, only to come face to face with what almost passed for a lion, if not for the mouth stretching all the way around its face filled with serrated fangs.

"Waaaaaaa," the beast wailed, the voice of a crying baby echoing from deep in its throat. "Waaaaaaaaaaaa!"

I looked back, ready to slash open the window if I had to.

Something was already there.

She looked mostly like a woman, but with the lower body of a snake. She hung effortlessly from the outside of the train car, gripping the roof with one hand. Bright green eyes that featured snake-like slit pupils eyed me eagerly. If I smashed through the window to let the gas escape, I knew instantly that she would drag me out to my doom.

Gas was still coming into the room. Both directions were blocked. Our friends might be here soon, but it wouldn't be fast enough.

So I did the only thing I could. I tackled the crying lion.

"Goo goo ga ga!" it cried in shock as my weight knocked it deeper into the hallway.

"Run!" I yelled at Emily.

Thankfully she listened. As she rushed down the hallway, the monsters didn't follow. I held back the lion-like thing with all my strength, but after a bit of wrestling it got a hoof-like leg on my chest and shoved me.

I flew back into the cabin, hitting the wally with a thud and sliding to the floor. Riptide was in the pocket of my pants, out of reach on the floor. Green mist collected around my nose and invaded my throat. It tasted like decade-old parmesan left out in the rain, and somehow smelled even worse. My world got dark.

The last thing I saw was the lion monster prowling into the room as glass shattered above me, the snake woman dragging herself inside. And then I lost consciousness entirely.