Percy cooked dinner. They had plenty of food to pick from. He roasted salted fish from Wylmouth above the fire, feeling like he was back on one of the expeditionary trips he took once Dyanna left, exploring the mountains to feel a little less bored.
Those trips never had Arianne Martell framed in all her beauty, watching him from the other side of the fire.
She looked even better with moisture on her curls and beads of water dotting her face. Maybe that was Percy's heritage talking. What's better than a beautiful woman? A beautiful wet woman.
"You know how to cook." Arianne sounded one step away from complaining, again, about his varied talents.
"When you travel alone, you have to be able to do everything you want done." Percy turned the fish over with the sharp branch he was using as a skewer. "If I wanted to eat more than cold fish every night, I better learn how to cook over a fire. I'm not great, just decent. It still makes a big difference."
Tonight they ate better than he did on his trips. Arianne had brought spices with her, and they ate their fish with figs and cucumbers grown along the Greenblood's slow banks.
For a while they ate in silence. It was getting dark, with stars making their appearance one at a time. Percy ate plenty and Arianne kept up with him. The day had given both an appetite.
When it was empty, Arianne sat and stared into her bowl. Percy reclined to look at the stars. There was a breeze to the night, but its touch was soft, like the touch of a friend. Branches shifted and the pool where they had played rippled, stirred by the wind.
Arianne pushed her bowl away.
She was sitting on the ground, while Percy relaxed on the mat and blankets where he intended to sleep. Arianne spun to him. Her change of clothes was the dress she had worn to tease him a night ago. It felt like more than a day had passed since then.
The dress was yellow, the same rich color as the spear on Arianne's family crest. It made her skin shine. Her eyes were full of determination, or something similar. All Percy could say for sure is it was a derivative of passion.
"You did not simply help me today," Arianne declared. "You saved me. Now you hold my life in your hands and still you ask for nothing. Do not speak of the silver I paid you! Such a sum isn't fit to buy an outfit from my closet, let alone my health and life! I will not force you to ask for a prize, as deserving as you are, because I know you will be difficult about it. I lay this out only to show why I've developed such a fondness for you. Is it any surprise?"
Arianne stood up. She did so slowly, tilting her body forward in the process. The neckline of her dress was more of a chest-line, taut against the upper rim of her luscious mounds. She tilted her head, her eyes telling as much of a story as her mouth.
"In the north, women think a million useless things and hide their desires like an unwanted dress in the depths of their dresser. Not in Dorne. I'm accustomed to taking what I want and I'm the happier for it. You, Perseus… you give me pause. There is so much to you that I worry you'll slip from my grasp, should I try to squeeze in the way that I'm used to. But I want you. The feeling is too intense to ignore. And I know that you want me. I have felt it. So I ask, will you have me?"
"Tonight?" Percy asked.
"I can't wait longer," Arianne said.
He had lived through the danger of a noble lady's love in Wylmouth. There were few things that brothers and fathers hated more than a smallfolk's honest love pointed at their sister or daughter. Westeros was a strange place. With nothing but a name nobles walked around with the arrogance of gods. Arianne's place was at the top of the pyramid. The Wyls could barely look in her direction, and woe be the loose tongue that was caught maligning her name if her family was present.
Percy was a nobody here. Sleeping with her, even for one night, was a bad idea.
But then, so were the best ones Percy had ever had.
He shifted his arms, reclining until he was laying flat. He never abandoned eye contact with Arianne. She understood his acceptance without having it spelled out. As Arianne sauntered toward him, Percy became certain that the jiggle of her bodice had to be the work of some god.
She fell on him like a trained hawk. Percy found it surprisingly fun to be the mouse, at least when the beak was as sweet as Arianne's lips. A warm weight settled on his crotch, Arianne pressing her body down from above. She grabbed his collar and took his lips with her own. Arianne kissed well. Her claim of taking what she wished when she wished to hadn't been an idle boast.
With Arianne's hands dug into his collar, Percy decided it was fair to put his own where they wanted to go.
A smack! rang into the night as his palms came down on top of Arianne's thinly-clad buttocks. Her lips pulled back from his, making a brief squawk. Her surprise turned to a smile, and her eyelids sank halfway over her eyes. When Arianne leaned back in, she bit his lower lip, before jamming her tongue into the depths of his mouth.
Percy rubbed circles into Arianne's ass. He dug his fingers in, squeezing until dress and flesh bubbled between his fingertips.
"Oof! You have the strength of a score of men, even at times like this!" Arianne purred.
"Do you want me to go easier?"
"By the gods, no!" Arianne placed a quick, light kiss on Percy's lips. Her mouth slid sideways, brushing his cheek, then hovered above his ear. "I want to feel everything you can give, Percy Jackson. Try to break me without fear, for I am very good at bending."
About ten different things flashed through Percy's head to do, each of which sounded equally incredible. Arianne giggled in his ear like she knew— or maybe it was the swelling between his legs that amused her. Percy chose to attack the side of her dark neck, left exposed as she stretched to speak into his ear.
Dyanna made sure Percy's mouth knew what to do with every part of a woman. Arianne discovered this when his teeth bit in, while his tongue caressed her skin. The gooseflesh across her arms had little to do with the cold.
"You — Ah! — do not lack for… eagerness," Arianne moaned.
Percy's hands left her ass, running roughly along the sides of her dress. He stroked her back, his fingers moving above her dress to brush her skin. Something he did caused Arianne to lurch up straight, robbing his tongue of her neck's taste. Percy capitalized by grabbing her breasts. His hands sank in so deeply that Arianne closed her eyes. Her tits were softer than goosefeather pillows.
"The way you refused payment made me wonder if you were a saint, doing good deeds with no desires of your own," Arianne said. She opened her eyes, such a dark brown that they verged on black. "I'm delighted to see I was wrong."
"I'm pretty sure even a saint would have to grab tits as nice as yours, Lady Martell. I've gotta say, this is a religious experience."
Arianne chuckled huskily. "You sound like my cousin now. Tyene is a beautiful little creature, born to a septa, but as pure as a camp follower in truth. She is blond and fair in all the ways I am not. We're as close as sisters, and we do love to share. Once, we even shared a man."
"How did that go?"
"Terribly. He was a pathetic lover, utterly overwhelmed by the pair of us." Arianne flicked her head, throwing her curls over her shoulder. "I wonder how it would have gone with you in his stead."
"If you're curious how I am as a lover, go ahead and see."
Arianne smiled. She fastened her hands around Percy's wrists, separating his hands from her breasts. When she was free of his grip, Arianne shimmied backwards. Percy spread his legs to make room for her, and she lay down on her stomach, her breasts pooled atop his thighs.
Her hands moved easily to loosen Percy's pants. She had long fingers tipped with painted nails. In a matter of seconds she had freed his cock. For a moment, Arianne stared.
It was tall enough to stretch from the middle of her neck to the crown of her head. Slowly, Ariann touched it. She poked it first, making it bounce. A giggle burst from Arianne's throat. Percy would've thought she sounded scared if he couldn't see the excitement in her eyes.
"I've heard many times that my body was sculpted by the gods themselves," Arianne said. "I always thought it was uninspired flattery. Now, I begin to see their point of view. Some people are special. There is clearly something divine about this cock."
She grabbed the base of it, tilting until the purple tip sat less than an inch from her pouty lips. She continued to stare at it, crossing her eyes. Arianne had no idea how right she was about Percy's body being divine, but he couldn't exactly explain he was the son of a god she'd never heard of. He didn't want to try, either. Saying something now would distract her, and she was leaning in, unhinging her jaw…
Arianne's eyes bulged when his tip was between her lips. As she slid lower, her eyelids sank shut. There was a wet sound similar to the Wyl flowing against its banks. Percy groaned as he felt the heaven of her mouth enclose around his cock.
His satisfaction mingled with shock when she kept going.
Dyanna showed him all that she could of what a woman could do. She had a wealth of tricks and the subtle confidence of a woman ten years Percy's elder. So much of what he knew came from her, so he hadn't expected to see her outdone so soon.
At her greatest stretch, Dyanna's lips reached the sixth of Percy's ten inches. That was more than enough for her to make him cum, especially when she flicked her tongue in that one way—
But she had never taken all of him. She could not. Attempts to do so ended with a gag and a gasp.
Arianne wasn't so limited. Her lips kept traveling while Percy's disbelief swelled.
It looked impossible. Her neck stretched out as it fought to wrap around him. He kept waiting for her to choke. He was still waiting when Arianne kissed the flesh around the base of his cock. Her eyes, which had closed for focus, cracked open. With a tear at either corner, she looked proudly at him. Then she started to bob.
"Gods," Percy whispered, watching Arianne's curls and feeling her tongue slide along him, stroking him with its wet tip.
Her head sawed from his tip to his base. It took Arianne seconds to show that her feat had not been a one-off. With almost frightening ease she gargled all of Percy's ten inches, her tongue cherishing every one of them while her throat squeezed down.
Percy's breathing was heavy. Despite her best efforts, Dyanna hadn't prepared him for this. His quads flexed, driving them up into Arianne's pillowy breasts. Something inside him broke. In a flash, his hands were on the back of Arianne's head.
His hips lifted off the ground. One thrust, pushing himself as deep inside her mouth as he could go. He gasped. Arianne's face was pressed flat against him, and it was in that position that his balls began to empty.
"Glug… Glug… Glug…" Arianne swallowed one spurt at a time. That was a feat itself. By rights, semen should have been streaming from the corners of her mouth by now. But she refused to give up a drop of it.
Percy's senses returned to him in a rush. He jerked his hands back, giving Arianne space to raise her head. She did so slowly.
Arianne looked at him. The fire crackling nearby lit the left side of her face. Her skin looked hewn from bronze, her eyes burning with passion, her full lips puffy and inviting, pearly white teeth peering from behind them.
Arriane grabbed the straps of her dress. She tugged them, first the left and then the right. When they had been brushed down her arms, she grabbed the neckline and pushed downward. It took a heaving effort to uncover her body. First to push the fabric past her breasts, then to unhook it as it caught on her crescent-shaped hips.
Laying on his back, Percy pulled his shirt off. By the time he'd tossed it aside, Arriane had gotten his pants down to his knees, mounting his waist. His cock stood up nearly straight, making it easy for her to rest her mound atop his tip.
"I am no fighter," Arianne said, "but there are ways I can move my body as well as anyone. Shall I show you?"
Her fingers touched his cock. Percy felt the sting of her nails as she pointed his tip straight up. Her womanhood ate him in one gulp.
The moment Arianne landed flat atop Percy's body, her breasts took one leap in the air, defying gravity before they flopped back down. Arianne tilted her head back. Her chin turned up to the stars.
Percy's hands slid up along her sides, latching onto her breasts. This time, her mocha-colored nipples stabbed into his palms with nothing left to guard them. Percy's fingers tightened slowly.
"You're a goddess," he said.
Arianne laughed. "I've heard as much before. Perhaps too many times to count." She placed her hands on top of Percy's, where they were holding her breasts. "So tell me, Percy Jackson, why when you say it does it make my heart flutter?"
"Because I know what I'm talking about," Percy said.
Arianne laughed even louder. She raised her hips and slid them down. There was nothing violent about her movements. None of it was forced. Her insides gripped Percy's cock in a vice, sticky and soft and warm. Arianne's stomach compressed and stretched, undulating like a snake slipping through the sand. She leaned her head back and jutted her chest forward, luxuriating in the feeling of Percy's grip.
"Your cock will ruin me." Arianne's folds moistened as she spoke. "Any other will feel half a man compared to you. You've done a horrible thing to me, Percy! You've gotten me addicted to you."
"I'm terribly sorry, Lady Martell," he said dryly.
She grabbed his elbows. "I'm Arianne tonight. No more, no less."
She was tossing her name away. She had no need for it. They were a man and woman beneath the stars— nothing else mattered. Arianne let out a pitched gasp. Her hips moved faster, moving frantically.
"Yes, yes, yes—" Her breath caught in her throat. There was a crushing tightness, followed by a cascade between her legs. Arianne did not climax often, but each of her orgasms were a religious experience. She shook, from head to toe, and panted as if in the throes of a marathon.
Her hands fell away, loose at her sides. Arianne still moved her hips, just slowly, giving a gentle sway now that her climax had been reached. That pace was enough.
"Arriane." Percy's voice was tight. "I'm close."
Arianne smiled at him. It was a happy, nearly-drunken thing.
"Tell me when," she said. "I will slip you from inside me and wane your beast with my mouth until it sleeps. When we reach the Stormlands, I will find moon tea even if I have to spend a hundred golden dragons to get it, and we will share a night twice as fierce as this one!"
Percy nodded. With the way he was breathing, he wasn't in much of a state to speak. His hands finally detached from Arianne's breasts. He grabbed onto her hips and started to thrust into her from below. The collisions set her freed breasts bouncing. In less than a minute, Arianne convulsed from another orgasm. She squealed— when Percy slid his cock out of her seconds later, her lower lips spasmed and spat a clear stream that matted Percy's dark bush.
His cock slid between the cheeks of her ass. The tip rested against the start of her lower back. It was there that he divulged his orgasm. Cum splattered along Arianne all the way to the base of her neck.
"Hah… Hah…" Percy was breathing hard. From passion, not exhaustion.
Arianne had her eyes closed, opening them slowly to peer at Percy. "I cannot wait to reach the stormlands. You are going to fill me."
She hoisted herself on her knees, inching back to fulfill her promise and clean him with her mouth. The moment she got a good look at his crotch, she gasped.
"It hasn't shrunken at all!"
"Well, we only went twice," Percy said.
"Only… You fed me a meal and painted my entire back!"
"Are you too tired to keep going?"
Arianne was gaping. Slowly, she shut her jaw. It was dawning on her that he was serious. When excitement led her to shiver, Percy saw all the permission that he needed.
He moved swiftly. Rolling out from beneath Arianne, he got behind her and pushed her forward. She fell to her hands and knees. One look back over her shoulder, showing him the gleam in her eyes, led Percy to shove his hip forward, sheathing his cock inside her once again.
"By the Maiden, it feels even bigger this way!" Arianne gasped.
"Yeah, bigger…" Percy said, staring at her ass as it rippled beneath him. Her curves were more ample than one of Demeter's harvests. It sounded as if he was playing a drum.
Percy grabbed Arianne's wrists. He pulled back, holding her upper body aloft. Her moans nestled in the gaps between each clap of her cheeks. Her whole body would jolt forward, before being pulled back by Percy's grip. Her back was shining beneath the sheen of his cum. Percy heard himself growling, distantly, as if the noises were coming from someone else.
"Take me!" Arianne cried out. "Tonight, I'm yours! There is no one to scold us! No one to tell us what we can or ought to do! You called me a goddess? Treat this goddess as your bed whore!"
Percy pulled her arms tighter, lifting her body higher. He went faster. Arianne's pussy had cum slowly earlier— now it could hardly stop. The orgasms were no weaker, either. She was shaking down to her toes, hardly able to keep up with what she was feeling.
"Hah," Percy grunted. "Hah! Hah!"
"Yesyesyesyes yes—" Arianne howled.
As his balls swelled it was so tempting to release inside. The prize would be so divine, like swallowing a whole bar of ambrosia and washing it down with a glass of nectar. It would be so easy, too. In fact, it would be much harder to pull out…
Percy did the right thing, hard as it was, and dragged himself from the heaven between Arianne's legs.
He did it early this time. There was a flowing feeling inside his cock, but it stopped short of his tip.
The moment he let go of Arianne's arms, she scrambled around with strength he hadn't expected her to possess. She faced him on her hands and knees, her womanhood still drooling on his sleeping mat, and pushed her mouth around him. Her eyes looked directly into Percy's as she slid herself forward, absorbing him all the way to his base. Percy's cock stirred. The flow resumed, picking up speed as it went.
For the second time that night, he came in the mouth of Dorne's princess.
She pulled her lips back slowly, separating them from his tip with a pronounced smack!
"Delicious," Arianne purred.
O-O-O
The journey through the Boneway proved uneventful and frustrating in equal measure. That began the day after Percy and Arianne's first night, when she informed him that riding a horse was out of the question.
They spent the whole second day in the idyllic clearing next to the banks of the Wyl, waiting for the ache between Arianne's legs to abate enough for travel. Percy washed their clothes. They both took another bath, simply because they could. There were ways they would have preferred to spend their time, but those would have forced them to wait all over again, so they contented themselves with talking.
Percy learned lots about Sunspear. He found out that Arianne's uncle was a wild and dangerous man, though competent and warm to those he cherished. Her father was slow and cowardly, by Arianne's description; too cautious for his own good. Considering that Arianne was about as careful as a wildfire, Percy reserved some judgement. She had eight cousins, many born to different mothers, who were known as the Sand Snakes. Arianne was as close with the oldest ones as a sister might be. Obara was a warrior, while Nymeria was a beauty whose blade you wouldn't see coming. It was she who gifted Arianne her dagger.
Tyene Percy already heard of. He blushed slightly when her name was mentioned, remembering what Arianne said as she rode him. That had been very close to a threesome invitation. She noticed his reaction, of course. It seemed to amuse her.
Sarella was mentioned as well, though Arianne spoke of her in the tone of an annoying younger sister who forced her way into places she wasn't welcome. Percy still caught the affection in her eyes when she described Sarella's boundless curiosity. The girl would be thirteen in the summer, six years younger than Arianne herself. Percy was nineteen compared to Arianne's eighteen years, older by roughly a year and a half, if his calculations were correct translating earth months into Westerosi moons.
By the second morning, Arianne was fit to ride. They spotted no riders from House Wyl, nor did their luck diminish in the days that followed. There were a few possibilities. Maybe House Wyl truly didn't know of Waylan's activities. They might not have realized he was dead. Seeking vengeance could have been deemed too dangerous. Or, they were looking in the wrong places.
Percy and Arianne didn't complain. The trip took a week of riding, days shorter than most caravans would need. They weren't burdened by heavy trade goods, and more importantly, they were astride Dorne's best mounts. Sand steeds might not have been bred for the elevation of mountain passes but they forged them easily enough, compared to the unstable dunes they were used to. Rarely did their pace drop below a canter.
Finally, early enough on a cloudy morning that Percy could still taste the figs from their breakfast, he spotted a castle.
Its walls rose to the west of the Boneway. While it didn't block the road, he wouldn't want to march an army past while the parapets were manned. A town half the size of Wylmouth was cut almost directly out of the cliffs, making use of every bit of flat ground. When Percy pointed to what he had seen, Arianne laughed out loud.
"Blackhaven!" she said. "The seat of House Dondarrion! I would like to see the Wyls attempt anything now. We're in the Stormlands, and for all that the Marcher Lords might frown about the Martells, there are none they hate more than the Wyls. With good reason, I must admit— Look there! Have they sent a greeting party?"
Percy squinted. Perhaps fifty people, most of them mounted, were dwelling outside the castle's front gate. "Should they have?" Percy asked.
"No." Arianne was frowning now. "Unless they somehow learned that I was coming. A raven from my father?" She took a deep breath. "It is fine. It may just be a group passing south."
The men had started to ride in their direction. Either they were planning to traverse the pass, or they were riding down Percy and Arianne. It shouldn't come to a fight. Even the Wyls wouldn't do something here, in the shadow of another lord's castle. Still, Percy shifted his sword where it was tucked into his rope belt. Just in case.
Arianne leaned toward the neck of her horse, squinting at the coming group. Percy was watching her as well as them, so he saw right away when she jolted against her saddle.
"They aren't going past us!" she said.
Her hands grabbed the reins as if to run. She didn't, though. She thought better of it, either throwing out the impulse or noticing that the group was one step ahead.
They fanned out, blocking the road. One rider in particular spurred his horse. Percy's eyes widened. The stallion's speed was even faster than their sand steeds. Its small size gave it away as another of the same stock.
The rider cut close to the sheer drop on their right, sending pebbles plunging into a gorge as he blew by the stationary Arianne. Only when he had cut off their way back did he draw the reins sharply. His horse stopped on a dime without a whinny.
The rider leaned back in his saddle. A spear was strapped diagonally across the rear of his torso, fastened to a leather breastplate designed for fighting on the move. His hair looked like Arianne's, only straight instead of curled. It hung to the base of his neck and blocked his left eye, until he tilted his head. The slant of his eyes made him look like a predator, to the point that Percy's fingers twitched toward his sword. The man looked him over briefly but carefully before he focused on Arianne.
"Caught you," he said. "Again."
Arianne wore the despairing expression of someone who already lost.
"Hello… Uncle."