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Of Promises Kept and Pleasures Found	By : XantosRei Category: M through R > Percy Jackson & the Olympians Views: 32131 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Of Promises Kept and Pleasures Found
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Annabeth

If she had to list a downside to sex with Percy, it would definitely be the fact that they usually fell asleep with their heated, freshly-fucked forms tangled together in a perfect recipe for a sweaty, groggy morning.
Annabeth groaned as she rolled away from her drowsy, sated boyfriend, eager to feel the cool morning air of New Rome waft through the window and over her nude body. She slid a hand downward, shivering as she came into contact with the evidence of their lovemaking: a dried trail of Percy's seed leading from her sensitive cunt. Her last orgasm- the strongest of the night's three- had spent every last ounce of sexual energy in her body, or so she thought. Yet here she was, just a night's rest later, stifling a moan as she palmed her breast with her free hand while slowly rubbing up her wet slit with the other.
She vividly recalled the oh-so-familiar happenings of the night: the ecstacy of having Percy on top of her, groaning her name like a prayer. She remembered the simultaneous onslaught of his tongue entering her mouth, his rough hand tweaking a nipple still tender from his biting, and his hard cock pistoning into her tight walls. She only lasted mere minutes that time, coming with an explosive scream that may or may not have alerted the entire dormitory as to their...activities.

Percy hadn't always been this good at making her forget her own name, Annabeth mused after her lust had subsided.
Their first time had been after Gaea's defeat. It had been a bittersweet experience, not for their inexperienced fumblings but rather for the shadows of pain and suffering that Tartarus had inflicted upon them. Percy cried after his orgasm, and all thoughts of reaching her own had flown out the window right then. It took a lot to make her Seaweed Brain cry, she knew, but she didn't understand what exactly triggered it- had she been a bad lover?- until he hugged her tightly and half-whispered, half-sobbed:
"I'll never lose you again, Annabeth. Never."
She had cried too, and though she hadn't come- her logical side had accepted that it might take a while for her recently-virginal body to accomplish that- she had never felt happier and sadder at the same time.
Sexual healing, cliche though it sounded, was completely grounded in fact, at least for the two of them. It had started with the heated make-out sessions and awkward "can-I-touch-here" moments that came shortly after they had defeated Kronos and officialized their relationship, but actual intercourse was a completely different matter. Annabeth suspected that physical intimacy of all sorts (from hugs to relieving each other's urges) would help them recover from the trauma of that deepest hell, but it wasn't until her first Percy-induced orgasm that she truly understood.
In that moment, as she cried out his name, the love that flooded her heart had reduced her to tears all over again.

Percy wasn't a perfect lover. Over the course of their first year of sex, he had made countless mistakes- nothing that made Annabeth feel violated, but plently of minor slip-ups that either didn't accomplish their intended goal or, even worse, killed the mood entirely. But he was incredible nevertheless, and for a very concrete reason:
Bedroom Percy mirrored everything she loved about her boyfriend when they were decent. He was seemingly tireless in his pursuit of her pleasure; everything that had ever made her curl her toes or moan his name hardwired itself into that seaweed-filled brain of his. He was also every bit as creative and resourceful as he was on the battlefield; in their relationship, he was often the one who pushed the boundaries- yet no matter what, as soon as she gave any sign of disagreement or even discomfort, he would stop instantly.
Actually, Annabeth only had a single instance of that- the first time he had gone down on her.

It was after a tiring spar between just the two of them, and Percy had prevailed by just a hair's breadth, pinning her lithe form to the groundwith his slightly heavier one. His flushed face and those brilliant green eyes filled with desire had caused warmth to pool in her belly. They had barely made it into their quarters before Percy had removed the last piece of clothing from her lower body, leaving her in just a worn practice shirt. He had inserted two fingers into her molten cunt, causing her breath to hitch and her eyes to shut almost painfully. Then something else registered- a warm appendage grazing her clitoris, and immediately she opeend her eyes to the sight of Percy kneeling on the floor, tongue making contact with her there. She immediately protested:
"Percy, stop. Oh gods, don't do that- I'm dirty. We just sparred for an hour, for crying out loud!"
He had stopped instantly, only to reply, "I don't mind at all. Actually, come to think of it, my new favorite flavor is Wise Girl." One cheeky grin and one embarrassed nod later, and she was hurtling toward that peak again.

It took Annabeth only two days to muster up the courage to return the favor. The look on his face when she had knelt above him on their bed was already well worth it, but his moans as she took his cock inch by inch into her wet, willing mouth- well, giving oral sex was just as fun as receiving it.
However, it was two months into their physical relationship before she finally made it happen. Up until that point, Percy had been the perfect gentleman, always putting her pleasure first. Until then, they had never truly fucked; rather, he had treated her with patient touches as if one hasty move would break everything- would break her.
She recalled her (rather blunt) words verbatim: "Percy, I know you respect me. And you know I'm not made of glass, and if you're gonna argue, I'll just remind you that I've kicked your ass a good hundred times. You getting off gets me off, so come here, Seaweed Brain. Take me however you want me."
And then the words that made Percy's jaw drop, words too strange to be true coming from the proper Annabeth Chase:
"Just fuck me."
That had resulted in her lying facedown as he pounded her aching cunt from behind while pinning her hands to the bed. It had been her best orgasm to date.

She would never admit it to anyone save for Percy (and even then it was only due to how incredibly dense he could be to her hints), but it was as true as any old prophecy:
Annabeth Chase liked it rough.
Percy had touched, licked, and taken her everywhere- her mouth countless times, her cunt even more frequently. She had even taken his sizable cock in her ass a few times, the first of which had started with a very flustered Percy making a request that, judging by the look on his face, seemed suicidal.
She had enjoyed making him nearly piss himself with her scariest face before laughing and agreeing, though with just a bit of reluctance. It had hurt when he had entered her there, but eventually the pain became a strangely enjoyable one, and the feeling of Percy blowing his load deep in that tight canal was definitely worth a repeat...or a dozen.
Oral sex made up a good portion of their quickies; it had become a nearly daily occurrence for Annabeh to find herself lying flat on some piece of furniture, panties not even completely removed as Percy's eager tongue, lips, and fingers invaded her moist channel.
She would never admit, even to Percy, that another of her most memorable orgasms had hit her while she was sucking him off. He had been unusually forward, tearing off her shirt and bra before gently- but firmly- guiding her to a kneeling position and immediately pressing his stiff cock to her lips, demanding entrance. No sooner had she opened her mouth to accept him than he surged forward, nearly causing her to gag as she felt the tip brush her throat. He had kneaded one of her small, firm breasts with one hand while grasping a handful of her hair in the other, using it to guide her as she sucked compliantly. She had managed to pull down her panties and finger herself into a frenzy, until he had growled:
"I'm going to come in your mouth, Annabeth, and you're going to swallow every last drop of it."
That did her in, and she came with a spasm just as Percy's hot cum flooded her mouth.
She could swear that he tasted ever-so-subtly of seaweed, and she didn't mind at all.

"Inviting something, are we?" Percy's familiar voice whispers, bringing Annabeth back to reality.
Sitting up on the bed, cock proudly erect, was her oh-so-handsome boyfriend, and the familiar desire pooled in her core once more.
"Don't get ahead of yourself, Seaweed Brain," she replied with a smirk that quickly gave way to a gasp as his rough, experienced fingers found their way to her cunt and his slightly-taller frame moved to envelop hers.
"We don't have any classes until ten, Annabeth. If only there were a way for us to spend the time," he growls, entering her waiting cunt in a single swift stroke.
Yes, Annabeth thought giddily as she moved to straddle Percy- yes, this felt right.
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