Strong hands, dark hair, the smell of the sea-
Annabeth was in the very place she would be happy to die in, if that was her fate, surrounded by nothing but pleasure and Percy.
Face pressed to the bed, she was coming short of air, lungs burning with lack of oxygen, eyes pricking with tears. Her legs were jammed up against the bed frame, so she was forced on her tip toes, and her hands were clenched firmly together, above her head, in an iron clad grip burning the muscles in her back-
The very cause of that grip slammed back home, the cock inside of her dragging deliciously along her walls, stretching and filling her up in a way she would neverget over.
"Percy-" The word came out strangled, a half moan.
He said nothing, just out a low, gutteral grunt when she squeezed around him. His other hand never quit moving, grabbing, feeling, coming up to take a fistful of hair and pull.
Annabeth's back was forced to arch, and she squeezed even harder when the new angle had Percy brushing against her spot each and every time.
"Percy!" She breathed, air punched out of her chest, feeling like she'd been struck by lightining. His pace never faltered, never slowed, each thrust as enthusiastic and aggressive as the last, almost animalistic, sinking himself inside as deep as possible before pulling out almost completely, and then repeating. Her skin was on fire, words reduced to nothing but ah ah ahs with every motion, drool running down the side of her throat.
His little grunts were turning into heavy breaths, then growls at the back of his throat, and the hand holding Annabeth's own above her head relased in favor of grabbing her hips, hard.
"S-so good-" Percy slurred, and Annabeth could do nothing but whimper and then gasp, clamping down ferociously as her orgasam came over her with no warning, like a wave, and all she could see, feel, and hear for a moment was white.
Percy's mouth found her neck, and sucked a mark into the sweet spot there, fucking her through the punishing orgasam. His pace slowed and stuttered, only momentarily, and Annabeth knew he was close.
"Almost." He said haultingly, fingers bruising skin, absolutely pounding into her abused entrance with a renewed vigor.
Annabeth's hands gripped the sheets, a strangled scream escaping her, overstimulated.
"Fuck, fuck-" was all the warning she got.
Percy grabbed her waist, forcing her body down further onto his cock, as deep as she could take him, and suddenly a second orgasam seized her at the unexpected motion. She shrieked, hands clutching hard enough in the sheets to nearly tear holes.
Percy kept up a steady stream of praise, petting her hair and stroking her back, all while buried to the hilt into her now dripping pussy. He rocked a few shallow thrusts, watching Annabeth squirm, then gently pulled out, and Annabeth swore she saw stars.
She heard a noise of appreciation through her daze, and turned weakly to see a downright predatory look on Percy's face, his eyes focused downwards, gleaming at the sight of his own seed dripping from her.
"So pretty." He traced a finger over the mess, around her hole, and she trembled.
"Mine."