Percy Jackson and the Curse of Lust

"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.