Perseus and the Quest for 12

I got preoccupied with my other stories and missed out on writing this one for far too long. But I'm back to it now, and it'll be updating more regularly again. As for the last vote, the winner is…

Option A: Tell Clarisse!

Final Score:

Option A: Side with Clarisse: 32

Option B: Side with Shermann: 12

Option C: Tattle to Chiron: 6

Chapter 9

Good Cop Bad Cop

Perseus was happy to say that after a shower he felt like a human being again. Rejuvenated, he stepped back into his cabin wearing nothing but a towel… and promptly discovered it wasn't as empty as he left it.

Two girls stood waiting for him. They wore identical outfits of black and white lace, with skirts that hardly reached their thighs and long sheer socks that passed the knees. Their blouses were sleeveless and frilly, baring a bit of midriff. They were maid outfits, but in name only, closer to lingerie in truth.

The one on the left couldn't meet his eyes, staring embarrassedly at the floor. Which was funny, because of the two she was the one he had slept with before. That was just how Julia was though.

Her fellow counselor smirked at Percy, doing lovely things to her cute Asian features. "We've been waiting for you, Master. Isn't that right?"

Alice Miyazawa nudged Julia, who blushed. "Yes. What she said."

Perseus quirked an eyebrow. "Oh? And what exactly might you have been waiting to do?"

Alice grabbed Julia by the hand and pulled her forward. 

"To service you, of course," she said. "What else do maids do?"

Perseus smiled bemusedly, standing and letting them approach him. They were both remarkably petite girls, with very similar builds. When they got close, Julia promptly dropped to her knees.

She pulled Perseus's towel down with eager hands. After all that blushing and being unable to meet his eyes, she had zero hesitation when it came to reaching for his cock. As soon as it bobbed into sight she was working it with her hands, saliva dripping from her lips for her to work with.

Alice watched her with Perseus, smirking. "Would you ever be able to guess this whole thing was my idea?"

"Yes," Perseus said dryly.

Alice pouted. "Just because I'm Japanese, huh?"

"No, it's because you reek of kinkiness."

Perseus grabbed her. His hands slid up the backs of her thighs, sliding under her miniskirt to grip her tight butt. He lifted her effortlessly, where she wrapped her legs around his hips. 

"In that case, you're right," Alice said, wiggling as he pressed her to his naked body.

"Prove it."

She kissed him.

At the same time, Julia was working dutifully. Perseus felt her lips encircle his glans. Her tongue lapped at his swollen pink skin. At the same time both her nimble hands wrapped around his spit-soaked shaft. They twisted in opposite directions, one more form of stimulation.

He groaned. Alice broke the kiss.

"This is our thank you," she said. "Julia wanted to show you that she knows what you did for her. She said it needed to be rewarded."

Julia sucked against him with all she had, breathing only through her nose for as long as it would take.

"And you?" Perseus asked

Alice shifted, rubbing the bare skin of her thong-clad ass against his strong fingers.

"I saw what you did to her in that shower stall," she reminded him. "I was going to get a taste of this one way or another."

Perseus smiled and tossed her in the air.

Alice squawked as she went airborne, only to be caught a moment later. Her legs landed over Perseus's shoulders, while her skirt settled around his head like a veil. Perseus's hands were grabbing her ass again, but this time, they were reaching up to do it.

"Oh-hhhhhhhh," Alice said, her exclamation turning to a moan as Perseus pushed aside her sheer patines with his tongue and plunged into her folds.

Julia never stopped or pulled her lips off of him as her best friend was tossed around. Perseus felt bits of soft muff tickle his nose. It was warm and dark underneath Alice's skirt, so he shut his eyes and fell back on muscle memory, letting his tongue move the way it had hundreds of times before.

He felt Alice's long socks press the back of his neck as her legs bent in, squeezing him as her body involuntarily clenched. His fingers dug trenches in her firm ass. Julia did not speed up or change what she was doing, but second by second her dutiful work was showing results, pushing Perseus to cum.

Perseus felt the sandpaper-like sensation of Alice's bunched panties on the side of his tongue. The girl herself was warm and wet, perfectly inviting as he waggled his tongue in shapes and spirals. She gripped his head, fingers mussing up his hair that was still damp from his shower.

"We were supposed to be the ones servicing you!" Alice said.

Her tone didn't match her words, unable to make it sound like a complaint. Her fingers were rubbing Perseus's scalp ever faster. He plunged his tongue in as deep as it would go, delighting in the slight tremors that followed its path.

Alice screamed. A moment later, a clear and slightly-sweet rush hit Perseus's tongue.

The small girl took a shuddering breath, her toned stomach leaning against Perseus's forehead as she slumped forward.

Without warning, he dropped her down again, holding her just above his hips. Then he leaned forward. 

Julia and Alice's eyes both widened as the three of them tumbled to the floor under his weight. He did it slowly enough to make the landing gentle, but that left both on their backs beneath him, Julia's head left mere inches below from Alice's pussy.

"Here's your chance!" Perseus said happily. "Plenty of opportunity for service here."

And before they could react, he pulled his powerful hips up, dragging his penis from Julia's mouth, promptly smashing it down in Alice.

He powered deep inside her, taking up every bit of space her small body had to offer. Julia was left gasping, her mouth empty again… until Perseus pulled his cock free of Alice, now slick with a new set of juices, and plunged it straight into Julia's throat from above.

The gag she gave off was even louder than the fountain burbling in the corner. Drops of spit sprayed up out of her nostrils, landing on Perseus's balls as they slapped against her chin.

Perseus pulled out and did it all over again.

He went on that way, switching between Alice's pussy and Julia's mouth with every thrust. Alice's hole was tighter and wetter, putting up delightful resistance each time he shoved his way inside her. Julia's mouth, on the other hand, had no resistance. Each time he sunk as deep as he could go, bruising the back of her throat and drawing out wonderfully arousing gagging sounds.

Perseus bent forward, grabbing the top of Alice's blouse with his teeth. He yanked it down below her small breasts, finding them completely braless. Her areolas were so dark they looked black. Perseus bit one first, then the other.

A new sound joined the moist cacophony. Faintly, from behind him, he heard the squelch of fingers working wildly against a moistened vagina. Julia was touching herself, lurching toward her own climax each time that he claimed her throat.

Perseus's teeth began to rove. They still gave Alice's breasts attention, but they didn't limit themselves. Her collarbone, neck, and jaw were all subjected to bites of their own. He left marks on her, one at a time. Her pupils were pinned against the tops of her eyes, her voice hoarse and groaning from the feeling of being beneath him. 

The sound of his balls colliding with the girls changed. It became quieter as they swung less with each thrust, contracting. Perseus grunted through a mouthful of Alice's neck. Here it came.

He orgasmed inside Alice, spewing the first half of his load all over her tight walls. Before it could finish, he pulled out, letting the rest spray across Julia's face. Globs landed on her forehead and nose, and a few slid directly into her obediently-open mouth. She squealed, orgasming on her fingers.

Perseus rolled off of them, sitting down with one leg out straight and the other crooked up, his arm resting on his knee. He looked at the two girls beside him, laying on their backs. Alice seemed stunned. Julia, on the other hand, rolled over and rose onto her knees.

Her cheeks were red and her eyes lidded. Perseus's cum slid in thin lines down her face, glistening under the cabin's light. She lifted her miniskirt with both hands— baring her moist pussy to him.

"My turn," she moaned heavily.

It was a long time before Perseus got to sleep that night, and he found he couldn't be happier about it.

O-o-O

When the morning rolled around, Perseus felt great; compared to what he expected, anyway. His back ached with bruises of course. But his biggest injury from the day before had healed nicely: his pride.

He had Julia and Alice to thank for that. The girls had been wonderful in the care they offered him. All three had eventually made it onto his bed, and when the coitus eventually came to an end they had fallen asleep on either side of him, one to either arm.

The two woke up early that morning to slip back into the Hermes Cabin before their siblings woke up, but they left him one last gift before going: a duo blowjob he was only half-awake to enjoy.

All of this taken into consideration, Perseus rose ready to face the world. He showered again — because the one the night before had been thoroughly undone — and marched out in a fresh pair of clothes to face the day.

He walked out of his cabin, stretching with his arms above his head and yawning away the last of his sleep.

He stopped. Quickly, he backtracked a few steps.

Right there on the outside of the door was a note, pinned in place by a large knife. The message was written in… was that blood? No, he decided, just red ink, which he thought was almost as strange.

The message itself was simple:

BEHIND THE BATHROOMS. BE THERE BEFORE BREAKFAST.

Technically, he didn't know who left the message. Realistically speaking, only one person would leave a note this way.

"This is why your cabin mates want to mutiny you," Perseus complained aloud, running a hand through his hair. 

He'd been planning on talking to Clarisse anyway. Sherman's offer was still fresh in his head, and although Perseus considered multiple options, he decided in the end that this wasn't his problem. He would report it to Clarisse and let her sort it out, keeping his hands clean. He expected to pull her aside during border duty or something, though, not be called out like this the morning after he saw her last. What could possibly require this much urgency?

Sighing, Perseus meandered in the proper direction. There was one way to find out for certain. He'd tell Clarisse what he intended, settle his curiosity, and maybe have time to grab a bit of proper food when all that was done.

On the walk over, he pondered everything this might be, running over dozens of options before admitting that he really had no clue. Even that didn't prepare him for what he found when he rounded the camp's public bathrooms.

The spot was particularly tucked away. There were no attractions, just trees and a bit of green grass hidden on the less-traveled side of a building that was nobody at camp's favorite. Unless a cabin was using the public showers or someone had an unlucky bit of bowel movement, nobody gave the public bathrooms the time of day. Right now, just before breakfast, that was doubly true.

That meant there was nobody to see the three figures there, one on her knees and the other two above her, standing with crossed arms. A cloak was pulled down on the kneeling one, and Perseus saw ropes binding her hands. She had snakes for hair, and an elderly woman's face that featured slit pupils and a forked tongue. 

An old sock had been stuffed firmly inside her mouth. It looked like Clarisse's. As he approached, Perseus made a point of gasping loudly.

"You've done it!" he said, pointing to the sock. "You've found a punishment worse than Tartarus! No monsters will dare attack Camp again!"

"You are such a wiseass," said one of the girls standing above the monster: Annabeth Chase.

Clarisse, the other of the two, just glared at Perseus briefly. "Forget about that. We have more important things to get to."

"Sure," Perseus said. "Like why is she here?"

He looked pointedly at Annabeth. The daughter of Athena scoffed.

"You need me," she said confidently.

"Need you for what?" Perseus turned to Clarisse. "That's a general question, by the way. What the Hades are we even supposed to be doing back here?"

"We've got a captive," Clarisse grunted.

"I know. I caught her."

"We captured her. And now, it's time to wring her for all she's worth."

Clarisse placed a combat boot on the monster's shoulder. She shoved her back, banging the monster into the grimy back wall of the bathrooms. The snake woman glared back rebelliously.

Now that he was fresh and the adrenaline had passed, Perseus recognized her. He was never the greatest when it came to general knowledge. The last time his father got him a tutor, their lessons moved to his bed before he got much out of it. But even he could recognize a few things, and what was in front of them was definitely a gorgon.

"Monsters have been pushing against the borders for months," Clarisse said. "Something strong has to be leading them, otherwise they'd never be feeling out weak points like they have been. This thing here—" she kicked the wall beside the monster's head, who didn't flinch "—has been leading them. I'd bet Drachmas on it. But there's no way she's working alone."

"The only thing a Gorgon would work with are her sisters," Annabeth said. "Either one of them… or both."

"Ah." Perseus nodded. "So that's why mini-Athena is here. She's trying to clean up her mother's mess."

Annabeth wheeled on him, gray eyes flaring.

"My mom's mess? Your father is the one who seduced the first sister and ruined her life! You would know about that, wouldn't you?"

"I do know about seduction, in fact," Perseus said. "Thank you for noticing."

"I meant ruining lives!"

"Leave it to a bookworm to consider a little fun as a ruined life. Athena's the one who had to go and overreact, just like you are."

The two were glaring at each other, separated only by a few inches now. Both were so absorbed in their argument that they failed to notice Clarisse pull her boot off the wall and reach out.

The daughter of Ares grabbed them both by the back of the head and pushed. Perseus and Annabeth clashed foreheads, stumbling back and pressing their hands to their faces the moment she released them.

"Get along," Clarisse commanded. "I don't care about your stupid bickering. We have to interrogate this thing!"

As if to prove her point, she bent forward and yanked her sock straight out of the Gorgon's mouth. Still glaring at each other (but each also holding a hand to their sore head) Perseus and Annabeth reluctantly turned away from each other.

The first thing the Gorgon did was laugh.

"What's funny?" Clarisse demanded.

"You demigods think you can interrogate me? Me?" The Gorgon continued to laugh. "You might have gotten lucky and caught me with my guard down, but you can never win. My sisters will come for me. This camp's paltry borders are nothing to them, and when they come—"

Clarisse booted her in the jaw.

The Gorgon's mouth shut with a crack. She fell sideways, unable to cushion her fall with her hands bound. 

A sudden thought occurred to Perseus. "Chiron doesn't know about this, does he?"

Annabeth wouldn't look at him. Clarisse scoffed. 

"Do you think we'd be doing this here if I told him?"

She gestured at the location around them. That was a valid point, but it didn't answer his real question.

"Why are you trying to keep this a secret?"

"Because he's a teacher," Clarisse said slowly. "Teachers are soft. He'd never let me do something like this."

Clarisse reached over and pounded her fist into the Gorgon's prone head. She must've gotten a venom sack, because noxious green liquid splattered from the gorgon's lips, bubbling on the ground and making the grass brown.

Clarisse delivered two more punches for good measure before returning her attention to Perseus.

"This isn't the first one we've caught. None of the others were this important, but we got a few capable of speech. Chiron went easy on them. They never spilled. So if Chiron won't do things my way, I'll just do it on my own."

"And you're good with that?" Perseus asked Annabeth.

She gave him the impression that she adored Chiron, back on the first day he arrived. She certainly didn't seem the type to be into sneaking around behind his back (or was that behind his haunches?).

Annabeth looked away. "The fighting has drawn on too long. It's getting dangerous."

"For what? The camp?"

"None of your business."

Perseus opened his mouth, before deciding that he didn't care enough to argue about this.

He sighed. "So how are we going to make her spill?"

"That's easy!" Clarisse said. She turned to the Gorgon. "Answer my question!"

She punched the gorgon hard, making the monster's head jolt in the dirt. 

"Answer my question!"

Another punch.

"Answer my question!"

This time, Perseus was certain he heard something break.

Things went on this way for over a minute before Perseus stepped forward and grabbed Clarisse's elbow. 

"I almost had her!" Clarisse said.

"Almost had her dead, more like," said Perseus. "Look."

The Gorgon was lying on the ground with her mouth open and her eyes dazed. She coughed quietly. More poison had been spat from her lips, mixed with saliva.

"She's about to break," Clarisse said. "I know it!"

Perseus sighed, rubbing his face. Could she really not see the irony in that statement? She was as dumb as Ares, something he didn't think any living being would ever manage.

He shared a grudging look with Annabeth. They couldn't go on like this.

"Come on, Clarisse, I can't believe you'd do that!" Perseus said suddenly.

He pushed past the daughter of Ares, laying his hands on the downed Gorgon and gently sitting her upright against the bathroom. Dazed and a little swollen, the Gorgon's eyes looked suspiciously at him.

"Are you alright?" Perseus asked.

"You're the one who captured me," groaned the Gorgon. 

"And he did it on my orders."

Annabeth appeared at Perseus's side. Her arms were crossed. As she stared imperiously down at the monster, the resemblance to her mother skyrocketed.

"Athena?" said the Gorgon, squirming back against the wall.

"Her daughter," said Annabeth. "I'm the counselor of her cabin. Her favorite child. I have lots of important responsibilities, like deciding what to do with strays that cause us trouble."

The Gorgon's terrified eyes darted to Perseus.

"Oh, I'm not with Athena," he promised. "I'm here because I was worried about what she would do. I have a soft spot for the Gorgons, you know. I think I get it from my father."

She looked at his green eyes, tanned skin and tousled hair, and he could see she understood who that was.

He leaned in toward the Gorgon.

"Listen," Perseus whispered, "I don't want to scare you, but you're in a pretty bad spot. That one behind me wants to know where your sisters are, and when she finds out, she wants to finish the job her mother started.

Annabeth was looking away impatiently with her arms crossed. She began tapping her foot. The Gorgon's eyes darted back to Perseus.

"We can't be killed!" said the monster.

"I know that," he said. "You know that. Even she knows that. But there are worse things than death. You'd know that better than anyone."

"Did you know that the Gorgons are related to the Gray Sisters?" Annabeth asked Clarisse. 

"No?"

"They're all siblings," Annabeth said. "Not many people know it, but it's true. I'm thinking of increasing awareness on this. I'll cut out five of the Gorgons' eyes, and pull all their teeth except one. Then both sisters can match."

The captured Gorgon tried to sink into the wall behind her by pressing against it with all her might.

"See what I mean?" said Perseus. "It's not looking good."

He reached out, grabbing her bound hands. The Gorgon jumped at the touch, her eyes beginning to flicker between his hand on hers, his handsome face, and the very frightening girl at his back.

"What's your name?" Perseus asked softly.

"Stheno," the Gorgon said.

"I won't lie to you, Stheno." Perseus stroked her knuckle. "When I find your sisters, I'm going to kill them. They'll return to Tartarus and have to claw their way out. But they'll be safe from her."

"Did you know there are over forty nerves in an adult mouth?" Annabeth said pleasantly.

Clarisse stepped further away from her.

"They're north of the camp!" Stheno wailed. "We took over a barn on the next farm over! The big red one!"

"That was a very wise choice," Perseus told her.

He straightened. She watched him rise, her eyes widening.

"What about me? You aren't going to kill me?"

"We can't do that yet," Perseus chided. "What if you're lying?"

"If you are, I'll take a tooth for each one you told," Annabeth said.

"It's true!" Stheno cried. "All of it is true! So get me away from her!"

She tried to slither away from Annabeth without success. The daughter of Athena watched her, then turned to the other two.

"I'll take her to Chiron," she said. "This is the most we've had to go off of yet. He needs to know."

"Do it," Clarisse grunted.

Perseus half expected her to have said no. It seemed to him that she was enjoying the secrecy of doing it this way. 

Annabeth grabbed Stheno by the shoulder, dragging her up and pulling her along as the monster wailed. She set off toward the Big House. Before turning the corner, she stopped once.

She offered Perseus a tiny, reluctant nod. Then she swept out of sight.

"You two have chemistry," Clarisse said.

"Sure," Perseus said, "like baking soda and vinegar."

Clarisse shrugged as if to say, 'Still chemistry.' She began walking, moving the opposite direction to the one Annabeth left in. Something about the look in her eyes made Perseus ask, "Where are you going?"

She looked back at him.

"Where do you think?" she asked. "To kill some monsters."

"See, I was worried you would say that. Because unless I'm misunderstanding something, you mean to do it that way alone."

"Better that way than worrying about the people behind me as much as the monsters."

"You know about Sherman," he realized.

Clarisse glared. Perseus didn't get the feeling it was at him, exactly, even thought that was where her eyes were aimed.

"I've known him for four years," she said. "He's wanted my spot for three of those, minimum. I worked way too hard to get here to lose it to that weasel. So I'll prove myself here. When I save the camp, nobody will dare to question me again!"

Perseus's mind raced. Sherman said he wanted Perseus to take over. What had been his plan if Perseus agreed? Pit him and Clarisse against each other?

No, more likely he was banking on Perseus leaving. If Clarisse was replaced, and then that replacement went on with his life the way Perseus planned to, an opening would be created. Clarisse might try to step back in, but Sherman would have a much better chance snagging the authority then, when she had already lost once.

While he pieced this together, Clarisse turned and left without another word. Perseus was left alone behind the bathrooms. He rubbed his face with both hands.

He didn't want Clarisse to die. The girl was annoying, but she certainly didn't deserve that. But really, marching off toward that many monsters all alone? She must've had some kind of plan… but Perseus didn't see how it could be a good enough one to pull off this.

And so, he was left with a decision to make.

He could go with Clarisse, and try to keep her alive. With the two of them the odds weren't impossible, just bad. But if they did manage it, if they really saved the camp with just two of them, the results would be instant. It might even undo the damage to his reputation after his stunt with Holly.

Or he could play it safer. There were others he could call on at Camp, if he decided to.

Sherman and the rest of the border guards were out there. He hadn't planned on accepting the boy's offer to take them over, but if he accepted and led them to the aid of their real leader…

It wouldn't solve Clarisse's distrust of the boy, but with that many demigods they'd stand a much better chance of winning, no matter what was waiting for them.

Then there was the camp director. Mr. D. Dionysus. Perseus's old friend, who voted for his punishment here. Perseus honestly thought it would be years to decades before he willingly held another conversation with him. But Dionysus had helped him, forcing Chiron to allow Perseus to choose his own punishment. It was an olive branch. If Perseus were willing to swallow a sliver of his pride, he was certain the wine god would help him now.

There was one last option. Perseus could call on everyone. He could tell Chiron, get Thalia, collect Sherman, and maybe even tell Dionysus, too. The whole camp would mobilize. The remaining Gorgons wouldn't stand a chance. Perseus just didn't know if there was time. Such a thing could easily take too long, with Clarisse already on the move.

Whatever choice he picked, he'd have to do so quickly, and make it decisive.

Choice: What should Perseus do?

Option A: Follow Clarisse alone.

Option B: Take control of Sherman's group, and use them to help Clarisse.

Option C: Go to Dionysus for help and restore that relationship.

Option D: Gather everyone possible, at the risk of taking too long.

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I got preoccupied with my other stories and missed out on writing this one for far too long. But I'm back to it now, and it'll be updating more regularly again. As for the last vote, the winner is…

Option A: Tell Clarisse!

Final Score:

Option A: Side with Clarisse: 32

Option B: Side with Shermann: 12

Option C: Tattle to Chiron: 6

Chapter 9

Good Cop Bad Cop

Perseus was happy to say that after a shower he felt like a human being again. Rejuvenated, he stepped back into his cabin wearing nothing but a towel… and promptly discovered it wasn't as empty as he left it.

Two girls stood waiting for him. They wore identical outfits of black and white lace, with skirts that hardly reached their thighs and long sheer socks that passed the knees. Their blouses were sleeveless and frilly, baring a bit of midriff. They were maid outfits, but in name only, closer to lingerie in truth.

The one on the left couldn't meet his eyes, staring embarrassedly at the floor. Which was funny, because of the two she was the one he had slept with before. That was just how Julia was though.

Her fellow counselor smirked at Percy, doing lovely things to her cute Asian features. "We've been waiting for you, Master. Isn't that right?"

Alice Miyazawa nudged Julia, who blushed. "Yes. What she said."

Perseus quirked an eyebrow. "Oh? And what exactly might you have been waiting to do?"

Alice grabbed Julia by the hand and pulled her forward. 

"To service you, of course," she said. "What else do maids do?"

Perseus smiled bemusedly, standing and letting them approach him. They were both remarkably petite girls, with very similar builds. When they got close, Julia promptly dropped to her knees.

She pulled Perseus's towel down with eager hands. After all that blushing and being unable to meet his eyes, she had zero hesitation when it came to reaching for his cock. As soon as it bobbed into sight she was working it with her hands, saliva dripping from her lips for her to work with.

Alice watched her with Perseus, smirking. "Would you ever be able to guess this whole thing was my idea?"

"Yes," Perseus said dryly.

Alice pouted. "Just because I'm Japanese, huh?"

"No, it's because you reek of kinkiness."

Perseus grabbed her. His hands slid up the backs of her thighs, sliding under her miniskirt to grip her tight butt. He lifted her effortlessly, where she wrapped her legs around his hips. 

"In that case, you're right," Alice said, wiggling as he pressed her to his naked body.

"Prove it."

She kissed him.

At the same time, Julia was working dutifully. Perseus felt her lips encircle his glans. Her tongue lapped at his swollen pink skin. At the same time both her nimble hands wrapped around his spit-soaked shaft. They twisted in opposite directions, one more form of stimulation.

He groaned. Alice broke the kiss.

"This is our thank you," she said. "Julia wanted to show you that she knows what you did for her. She said it needed to be rewarded."

Julia sucked against him with all she had, breathing only through her nose for as long as it would take.

"And you?" Perseus asked

Alice shifted, rubbing the bare skin of her thong-clad ass against his strong fingers.

"I saw what you did to her in that shower stall," she reminded him. "I was going to get a taste of this one way or another."

Perseus smiled and tossed her in the air.

Alice squawked as she went airborne, only to be caught a moment later. Her legs landed over Perseus's shoulders, while her skirt settled around his head like a veil. Perseus's hands were grabbing her ass again, but this time, they were reaching up to do it.

"Oh-hhhhhhhh," Alice said, her exclamation turning to a moan as Perseus pushed aside her sheer patines with his tongue and plunged into her folds.

Julia never stopped or pulled her lips off of him as her best friend was tossed around. Perseus felt bits of soft muff tickle his nose. It was warm and dark underneath Alice's skirt, so he shut his eyes and fell back on muscle memory, letting his tongue move the way it had hundreds of times before.

He felt Alice's long socks press the back of his neck as her legs bent in, squeezing him as her body involuntarily clenched. His fingers dug trenches in her firm ass. Julia did not speed up or change what she was doing, but second by second her dutiful work was showing results, pushing Perseus to cum.

Perseus felt the sandpaper-like sensation of Alice's bunched panties on the side of his tongue. The girl herself was warm and wet, perfectly inviting as he waggled his tongue in shapes and spirals. She gripped his head, fingers mussing up his hair that was still damp from his shower.

"We were supposed to be the ones servicing you!" Alice said.

Her tone didn't match her words, unable to make it sound like a complaint. Her fingers were rubbing Perseus's scalp ever faster. He plunged his tongue in as deep as it would go, delighting in the slight tremors that followed its path.

Alice screamed. A moment later, a clear and slightly-sweet rush hit Perseus's tongue.

The small girl took a shuddering breath, her toned stomach leaning against Perseus's forehead as she slumped forward.

Without warning, he dropped her down again, holding her just above his hips. Then he leaned forward. 

Julia and Alice's eyes both widened as the three of them tumbled to the floor under his weight. He did it slowly enough to make the landing gentle, but that left both on their backs beneath him, Julia's head left mere inches below from Alice's pussy.

"Here's your chance!" Perseus said happily. "Plenty of opportunity for service here."

And before they could react, he pulled his powerful hips up, dragging his penis from Julia's mouth, promptly smashing it down in Alice.

He powered deep inside her, taking up every bit of space her small body had to offer. Julia was left gasping, her mouth empty again… until Perseus pulled his cock free of Alice, now slick with a new set of juices, and plunged it straight into Julia's throat from above.

The gag she gave off was even louder than the fountain burbling in the corner. Drops of spit sprayed up out of her nostrils, landing on Perseus's balls as they slapped against her chin.

Perseus pulled out and did it all over again.

He went on that way, switching between Alice's pussy and Julia's mouth with every thrust. Alice's hole was tighter and wetter, putting up delightful resistance each time he shoved his way inside her. Julia's mouth, on the other hand, had no resistance. Each time he sunk as deep as he could go, bruising the back of her throat and drawing out wonderfully arousing gagging sounds.

Perseus bent forward, grabbing the top of Alice's blouse with his teeth. He yanked it down below her small breasts, finding them completely braless. Her areolas were so dark they looked black. Perseus bit one first, then the other.

A new sound joined the moist cacophony. Faintly, from behind him, he heard the squelch of fingers working wildly against a moistened vagina. Julia was touching herself, lurching toward her own climax each time that he claimed her throat.

Perseus's teeth began to rove. They still gave Alice's breasts attention, but they didn't limit themselves. Her collarbone, neck, and jaw were all subjected to bites of their own. He left marks on her, one at a time. Her pupils were pinned against the tops of her eyes, her voice hoarse and groaning from the feeling of being beneath him. 

The sound of his balls colliding with the girls changed. It became quieter as they swung less with each thrust, contracting. Perseus grunted through a mouthful of Alice's neck. Here it came.

He orgasmed inside Alice, spewing the first half of his load all over her tight walls. Before it could finish, he pulled out, letting the rest spray across Julia's face. Globs landed on her forehead and nose, and a few slid directly into her obediently-open mouth. She squealed, orgasming on her fingers.

Perseus rolled off of them, sitting down with one leg out straight and the other crooked up, his arm resting on his knee. He looked at the two girls beside him, laying on their backs. Alice seemed stunned. Julia, on the other hand, rolled over and rose onto her knees.

Her cheeks were red and her eyes lidded. Perseus's cum slid in thin lines down her face, glistening under the cabin's light. She lifted her miniskirt with both hands— baring her moist pussy to him.

"My turn," she moaned heavily.

It was a long time before Perseus got to sleep that night, and he found he couldn't be happier about it.

O-o-O

When the morning rolled around, Perseus felt great; compared to what he expected, anyway. His back ached with bruises of course. But his biggest injury from the day before had healed nicely: his pride.

He had Julia and Alice to thank for that. The girls had been wonderful in the care they offered him. All three had eventually made it onto his bed, and when the coitus eventually came to an end they had fallen asleep on either side of him, one to either arm.

The two woke up early that morning to slip back into the Hermes Cabin before their siblings woke up, but they left him one last gift before going: a duo blowjob he was only half-awake to enjoy.

All of this taken into consideration, Perseus rose ready to face the world. He showered again — because the one the night before had been thoroughly undone — and marched out in a fresh pair of clothes to face the day.

He walked out of his cabin, stretching with his arms above his head and yawning away the last of his sleep.

He stopped. Quickly, he backtracked a few steps.

Right there on the outside of the door was a note, pinned in place by a large knife. The message was written in… was that blood? No, he decided, just red ink, which he thought was almost as strange.

The message itself was simple:

BEHIND THE BATHROOMS. BE THERE BEFORE BREAKFAST.

Technically, he didn't know who left the message. Realistically speaking, only one person would leave a note this way.

"This is why your cabin mates want to mutiny you," Perseus complained aloud, running a hand through his hair. 

He'd been planning on talking to Clarisse anyway. Sherman's offer was still fresh in his head, and although Perseus considered multiple options, he decided in the end that this wasn't his problem. He would report it to Clarisse and let her sort it out, keeping his hands clean. He expected to pull her aside during border duty or something, though, not be called out like this the morning after he saw her last. What could possibly require this much urgency?

Sighing, Perseus meandered in the proper direction. There was one way to find out for certain. He'd tell Clarisse what he intended, settle his curiosity, and maybe have time to grab a bit of proper food when all that was done.

On the walk over, he pondered everything this might be, running over dozens of options before admitting that he really had no clue. Even that didn't prepare him for what he found when he rounded the camp's public bathrooms.

The spot was particularly tucked away. There were no attractions, just trees and a bit of green grass hidden on the less-traveled side of a building that was nobody at camp's favorite. Unless a cabin was using the public showers or someone had an unlucky bit of bowel movement, nobody gave the public bathrooms the time of day. Right now, just before breakfast, that was doubly true.

That meant there was nobody to see the three figures there, one on her knees and the other two above her, standing with crossed arms. A cloak was pulled down on the kneeling one, and Perseus saw ropes binding her hands. She had snakes for hair, and an elderly woman's face that featured slit pupils and a forked tongue. 

An old sock had been stuffed firmly inside her mouth. It looked like Clarisse's. As he approached, Perseus made a point of gasping loudly.

"You've done it!" he said, pointing to the sock. "You've found a punishment worse than Tartarus! No monsters will dare attack Camp again!"

"You are such a wiseass," said one of the girls standing above the monster: Annabeth Chase.

Clarisse, the other of the two, just glared at Perseus briefly. "Forget about that. We have more important things to get to."

"Sure," Perseus said. "Like why is she here?"

He looked pointedly at Annabeth. The daughter of Athena scoffed.

"You need me," she said confidently.

"Need you for what?" Perseus turned to Clarisse. "That's a general question, by the way. What the Hades are we even supposed to be doing back here?"

"We've got a captive," Clarisse grunted.

"I know. I caught her."

"We captured her. And now, it's time to wring her for all she's worth."

Clarisse placed a combat boot on the monster's shoulder. She shoved her back, banging the monster into the grimy back wall of the bathrooms. The snake woman glared back rebelliously.

Now that he was fresh and the adrenaline had passed, Perseus recognized her. He was never the greatest when it came to general knowledge. The last time his father got him a tutor, their lessons moved to his bed before he got much out of it. But even he could recognize a few things, and what was in front of them was definitely a gorgon.

"Monsters have been pushing against the borders for months," Clarisse said. "Something strong has to be leading them, otherwise they'd never be feeling out weak points like they have been. This thing here—" she kicked the wall beside the monster's head, who didn't flinch "—has been leading them. I'd bet Drachmas on it. But there's no way she's working alone."

"The only thing a Gorgon would work with are her sisters," Annabeth said. "Either one of them… or both."

"Ah." Perseus nodded. "So that's why mini-Athena is here. She's trying to clean up her mother's mess."

Annabeth wheeled on him, gray eyes flaring.

"My mom's mess? Your father is the one who seduced the first sister and ruined her life! You would know about that, wouldn't you?"

"I do know about seduction, in fact," Perseus said. "Thank you for noticing."

"I meant ruining lives!"

"Leave it to a bookworm to consider a little fun as a ruined life. Athena's the one who had to go and overreact, just like you are."

The two were glaring at each other, separated only by a few inches now. Both were so absorbed in their argument that they failed to notice Clarisse pull her boot off the wall and reach out.

The daughter of Ares grabbed them both by the back of the head and pushed. Perseus and Annabeth clashed foreheads, stumbling back and pressing their hands to their faces the moment she released them.

"Get along," Clarisse commanded. "I don't care about your stupid bickering. We have to interrogate this thing!"

As if to prove her point, she bent forward and yanked her sock straight out of the Gorgon's mouth. Still glaring at each other (but each also holding a hand to their sore head) Perseus and Annabeth reluctantly turned away from each other.

The first thing the Gorgon did was laugh.

"What's funny?" Clarisse demanded.

"You demigods think you can interrogate me? Me?" The Gorgon continued to laugh. "You might have gotten lucky and caught me with my guard down, but you can never win. My sisters will come for me. This camp's paltry borders are nothing to them, and when they come—"

Clarisse booted her in the jaw.

The Gorgon's mouth shut with a crack. She fell sideways, unable to cushion her fall with her hands bound. 

A sudden thought occurred to Perseus. "Chiron doesn't know about this, does he?"

Annabeth wouldn't look at him. Clarisse scoffed. 

"Do you think we'd be doing this here if I told him?"

She gestured at the location around them. That was a valid point, but it didn't answer his real question.

"Why are you trying to keep this a secret?"

"Because he's a teacher," Clarisse said slowly. "Teachers are soft. He'd never let me do something like this."

Clarisse reached over and pounded her fist into the Gorgon's prone head. She must've gotten a venom sack, because noxious green liquid splattered from the gorgon's lips, bubbling on the ground and making the grass brown.

Clarisse delivered two more punches for good measure before returning her attention to Perseus.

"This isn't the first one we've caught. None of the others were this important, but we got a few capable of speech. Chiron went easy on them. They never spilled. So if Chiron won't do things my way, I'll just do it on my own."

"And you're good with that?" Perseus asked Annabeth.

She gave him the impression that she adored Chiron, back on the first day he arrived. She certainly didn't seem the type to be into sneaking around behind his back (or was that behind his haunches?).

Annabeth looked away. "The fighting has drawn on too long. It's getting dangerous."

"For what? The camp?"

"None of your business."

Perseus opened his mouth, before deciding that he didn't care enough to argue about this.

He sighed. "So how are we going to make her spill?"

"That's easy!" Clarisse said. She turned to the Gorgon. "Answer my question!"

She punched the gorgon hard, making the monster's head jolt in the dirt. 

"Answer my question!"

Another punch.

"Answer my question!"

This time, Perseus was certain he heard something break.

Things went on this way for over a minute before Perseus stepped forward and grabbed Clarisse's elbow. 

"I almost had her!" Clarisse said.

"Almost had her dead, more like," said Perseus. "Look."

The Gorgon was lying on the ground with her mouth open and her eyes dazed. She coughed quietly. More poison had been spat from her lips, mixed with saliva.

"She's about to break," Clarisse said. "I know it!"

Perseus sighed, rubbing his face. Could she really not see the irony in that statement? She was as dumb as Ares, something he didn't think any living being would ever manage.

He shared a grudging look with Annabeth. They couldn't go on like this.

"Come on, Clarisse, I can't believe you'd do that!" Perseus said suddenly.

He pushed past the daughter of Ares, laying his hands on the downed Gorgon and gently sitting her upright against the bathroom. Dazed and a little swollen, the Gorgon's eyes looked suspiciously at him.

"Are you alright?" Perseus asked.

"You're the one who captured me," groaned the Gorgon. 

"And he did it on my orders."

Annabeth appeared at Perseus's side. Her arms were crossed. As she stared imperiously down at the monster, the resemblance to her mother skyrocketed.

"Athena?" said the Gorgon, squirming back against the wall.

"Her daughter," said Annabeth. "I'm the counselor of her cabin. Her favorite child. I have lots of important responsibilities, like deciding what to do with strays that cause us trouble."

The Gorgon's terrified eyes darted to Perseus.

"Oh, I'm not with Athena," he promised. "I'm here because I was worried about what she would do. I have a soft spot for the Gorgons, you know. I think I get it from my father."

She looked at his green eyes, tanned skin and tousled hair, and he could see she understood who that was.

He leaned in toward the Gorgon.

"Listen," Perseus whispered, "I don't want to scare you, but you're in a pretty bad spot. That one behind me wants to know where your sisters are, and when she finds out, she wants to finish the job her mother started.

Annabeth was looking away impatiently with her arms crossed. She began tapping her foot. The Gorgon's eyes darted back to Perseus.

"We can't be killed!" said the monster.

"I know that," he said. "You know that. Even she knows that. But there are worse things than death. You'd know that better than anyone."

"Did you know that the Gorgons are related to the Gray Sisters?" Annabeth asked Clarisse. 

"No?"

"They're all siblings," Annabeth said. "Not many people know it, but it's true. I'm thinking of increasing awareness on this. I'll cut out five of the Gorgons' eyes, and pull all their teeth except one. Then both sisters can match."

The captured Gorgon tried to sink into the wall behind her by pressing against it with all her might.

"See what I mean?" said Perseus. "It's not looking good."

He reached out, grabbing her bound hands. The Gorgon jumped at the touch, her eyes beginning to flicker between his hand on hers, his handsome face, and the very frightening girl at his back.

"What's your name?" Perseus asked softly.

"Stheno," the Gorgon said.

"I won't lie to you, Stheno." Perseus stroked her knuckle. "When I find your sisters, I'm going to kill them. They'll return to Tartarus and have to claw their way out. But they'll be safe from her."

"Did you know there are over forty nerves in an adult mouth?" Annabeth said pleasantly.

Clarisse stepped further away from her.

"They're north of the camp!" Stheno wailed. "We took over a barn on the next farm over! The big red one!"

"That was a very wise choice," Perseus told her.

He straightened. She watched him rise, her eyes widening.

"What about me? You aren't going to kill me?"

"We can't do that yet," Perseus chided. "What if you're lying?"

"If you are, I'll take a tooth for each one you told," Annabeth said.

"It's true!" Stheno cried. "All of it is true! So get me away from her!"

She tried to slither away from Annabeth without success. The daughter of Athena watched her, then turned to the other two.

"I'll take her to Chiron," she said. "This is the most we've had to go off of yet. He needs to know."

"Do it," Clarisse grunted.

Perseus half expected her to have said no. It seemed to him that she was enjoying the secrecy of doing it this way. 

Annabeth grabbed Stheno by the shoulder, dragging her up and pulling her along as the monster wailed. She set off toward the Big House. Before turning the corner, she stopped once.

She offered Perseus a tiny, reluctant nod. Then she swept out of sight.

"You two have chemistry," Clarisse said.

"Sure," Perseus said, "like baking soda and vinegar."

Clarisse shrugged as if to say, 'Still chemistry.' She began walking, moving the opposite direction to the one Annabeth left in. Something about the look in her eyes made Perseus ask, "Where are you going?"

She looked back at him.

"Where do you think?" she asked. "To kill some monsters."

"See, I was worried you would say that. Because unless I'm misunderstanding something, you mean to do it that way alone."

"Better that way than worrying about the people behind me as much as the monsters."

"You know about Sherman," he realized.

Clarisse glared. Perseus didn't get the feeling it was at him, exactly, even thought that was where her eyes were aimed.

"I've known him for four years," she said. "He's wanted my spot for three of those, minimum. I worked way too hard to get here to lose it to that weasel. So I'll prove myself here. When I save the camp, nobody will dare to question me again!"

Perseus's mind raced. Sherman said he wanted Perseus to take over. What had been his plan if Perseus agreed? Pit him and Clarisse against each other?

No, more likely he was banking on Perseus leaving. If Clarisse was replaced, and then that replacement went on with his life the way Perseus planned to, an opening would be created. Clarisse might try to step back in, but Sherman would have a much better chance snagging the authority then, when she had already lost once.

While he pieced this together, Clarisse turned and left without another word. Perseus was left alone behind the bathrooms. He rubbed his face with both hands.

He didn't want Clarisse to die. The girl was annoying, but she certainly didn't deserve that. But really, marching off toward that many monsters all alone? She must've had some kind of plan… but Perseus didn't see how it could be a good enough one to pull off this.

And so, he was left with a decision to make.

He could go with Clarisse, and try to keep her alive. With the two of them the odds weren't impossible, just bad. But if they did manage it, if they really saved the camp with just two of them, the results would be instant. It might even undo the damage to his reputation after his stunt with Holly.

Or he could play it safer. There were others he could call on at Camp, if he decided to.

Sherman and the rest of the border guards were out there. He hadn't planned on accepting the boy's offer to take them over, but if he accepted and led them to the aid of their real leader…

It wouldn't solve Clarisse's distrust of the boy, but with that many demigods they'd stand a much better chance of winning, no matter what was waiting for them.

Then there was the camp director. Mr. D. Dionysus. Perseus's old friend, who voted for his punishment here. Perseus honestly thought it would be years to decades before he willingly held another conversation with him. But Dionysus had helped him, forcing Chiron to allow Perseus to choose his own punishment. It was an olive branch. If Perseus were willing to swallow a sliver of his pride, he was certain the wine god would help him now.

There was one last option. Perseus could call on everyone. He could tell Chiron, get Thalia, collect Sherman, and maybe even tell Dionysus, too. The whole camp would mobilize. The remaining Gorgons wouldn't stand a chance. Perseus just didn't know if there was time. Such a thing could easily take too long, with Clarisse already on the move.

Whatever choice he picked, he'd have to do so quickly, and make it decisive.

Choice: What should Perseus do?

Option A: Follow Clarisse alone.

Option B: Take control of Sherman's group, and use them to help Clarisse.

Option C: Go to Dionysus for help and restore that relationship.

Option D: Gather everyone possible, at the risk of taking too long.

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