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The Last Olympian	By : Datalaughing Category: M through R > Percy Jackson & the Olympians Views: 43647 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 5
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Chapter 1: A Friend Blows Me … UP
With my sixteenth birthday still a week away, technically I shouldn’t have been driving on my own, but my mom and stepdad, Paul, had taken us out to a secluded piece of beach on the South Shore, and, after a little begging on my part, had decided that the two of us were mature enough to take a little spin in Paul’s Prius, as long as we didn’t get too near trees or traffic or, well, anything. Paul is a nice guy. Then again, considering the kind of trouble that usually finds me, it may not have been his smartest move ever.
Rachel and I had managed to find a perfectly sized niche with a beautiful view of the ocean, which had always been just about my favorite locale. Given that my dad is Poseidon, god of the sea, it’s probably understandable that I have something of an affinity for it, and the late afternoon light and calm waters made the view today just about perfect.
Rachel Elizabeth Dare is a friend that I made a couple of years back when I, more or less accidentally, tried to slice her in half with a sword. She immediately returned the favor by saving me from some rather single-minded skeletons. She’s forgiving like that.
I say, “friend,” but that word may not be quite the right one for describing a girl who has your cock in her mouth.
Rachel’s ponytail of red hair bobbed back and forth in front of me as she worked her mouth up and down on my member, a look of concentration on her freckled face. I’d moved the Prius’ seat back as far as it would go, which by the way does not give you a lot more room, and reclined the seat back to make it more comfortable for both of us. Rachel had her knees up on the passenger seat and was leaning over doing heretofore unheard of things to me with her mouth and her hands. Her blue and green bikini top was lying on the passenger-side floorboard and her surprisingly substantial sixteen year old breasts, also lightly covered with freckles, were moving hypnotically right in my line of sight.
“Oh, gods, Rachel. You are getting really good at that.”
She moved her mouth off of me, smiling and then bumping her head into the steering wheel. “Well, you know what they say about practice.” She moved her hand almost absently up and down my shaft now soaked with her saliva. Then she grinned this wicked little grin that I only ever saw when at least one of us was half naked. “In a couple of minutes we can see how your skills at ‘oratory’ are shaping up. I’d say we have at least another half hour before your mom and Paul start wondering where we’ve got to. That talented tongue of yours should be able to make me come at least twice.” And as if she was trying to lead by example, her lips enveloped me again without another word.
I don’t want you to misunderstand. Rachel and I really are just friends, more or less. I’ve never had much luck making friends outside of camp, and I get the definite impression that before me she didn’t have many of them either. I mean, she knows people from the causes and charities she works with, but those aren’t really the kind of people you can hang out, maybe go to a movie with. And most of the things I do with my camp friends involve fighting and exploding and killing things. So when I’m back in the normal world where killing and exploding are kind of frowned on, it’s nice to have someone to just hang around with.
We spent a lot of time together this last year during the school year, either in her parents’ huge penthouse or in my parents’ little apartment. The choice might seem like a no-brainer, but my parents are a lot friendlier overall than hers are. So we ended up at my place more often than you’d think.
I think things started getting a little weird back in February when we started taking a sex-ed class at Goode, our high school. They split the girls and guys into separate classes, which, of course, just makes everyone more curious to talk with the other class about what they’re doing. So we were at her place one day when her parents were out, and we were making jokes about the ridiculous approach the teachers were taking to the subject when she did a search on her computer to make a point, I don’t even remember what it was, to be honest. What I do remember was that it returned a porno video as a result. When she clicked on it we both laughed for a minute. Then we kept watching and things got a little strange. We stopped laughing, and she gave me an odd look that slowly moved down to my jeans. I’ll admit my eyes probably roamed a little more than they had before as well.
Anyway, she’d never had a boyfriend, and while I had sort of had hopes that things were heading in that direction with a certain someone, that was seeming more unlikely all the time, and I was just about as inexperienced as she was. So we sort of started exploring with each other during whatever private moments we could steal. Of course it wasn’t until May that we finally got up the courage to actually try oral sex. Even then I had to go first. It was an interesting experience.
We’re both still virgins and everything. I guess we’re just sort of friends with some benefits. She’s never really said anything about wanting to be anything more serious. But since the summer started I’ve been coming home from camp kind of a lot. The fighting has been pretty serious this year. Kronos is revving up for his main assault. On top of that a lot of days I can barely talk to Annabeth without it turning into an argument about Luke/Kronos. So I’ve been looking for afternoons to spend with my “friend” more and more.
Just recently Rachel has come up with this thing that she can do with her tongue while her hand reaches down and squeezes. When she did it, I let out a huge moan of pleasure. I reached out filled my hand with one of her breasts, fondling it gently by way of thanks. When I got my voice back I whispered between breaths, “Do that again, Rachel. I’m really close.” I closed my eyes and rolled one of her nipples in between my fingers as I said it. Then I felt her getting ready to repeat the motion when the car shook with collection of metal warping sounds.
Rachel immediately moved to see what the sound was, but I was already too far gone, and with a grunt I came. The first spurt must have taken her right in the cheek, but most of the rest ended up in her hair. Though she didn’t seem to notice. Then again, it’s hard to blame her for being distracted, given that a big jet-black horse with an enormous wingspan was standing on the hood of the car.
Hey, Boss a voice said in my head. Nice car!
My shorts were down around my ankles, and I rushed to get them back on so quickly that I sat up and bashed my head on the steering wheel, which made the horn honk, which in turn made the horse move his feet back and forth a bit, putting even more dents into my stepdad’s car.
“Blackjack!” I said as I got my pants back into position, “What in hades!?” Then I stopped when I saw the figure sitting astride the pegasus.
The large armor-clad form of Charles Beckendorf looked from me to Rachel, taking note quite pointedly of her large unclad breasts and the white deposits staining her red hair. For her part Rachel seemed surprisingly unconcerned about her state of undress. She was gazing admiringly at the winged horse, who in turn leaned down to get a closer look at her.
“Hey, Percy.” Beckendorf said finally. Those two words were weighed down with all sorts of meaning, but I chose to ignore the subtext. It was the least awkward way as far as I was concerned.
“Beckendorf,” I replied calmly. “It’s time?”
“Yeah,” he said, now trying to give the distinct impression that he wasn’t still looking at Rachel, though I was sure that he was.
For the first time Rachel seemed to realize that there was someone there besides a beautiful flying horse, and the look she gave me told me that she’d immediately comprehended what was going on and that she wasn’t thrilled about it.
“I’m sorry.” I told her, really meaning it. “Can you get the car back to Paul? I’ll owe you one.”
“Actually,” she said, that grin peeking out again, “by my count you already owe me two.” The look vanished quickly. “Don’t worry, I’ll get the car back and explain what happened.” She looked at the dents in the hood and then back at me. “I’m sure they’ll understand.” You see what I meant about Paul lending me his car? And that was probably better than anything else that might have gone wrong.
“Thanks a lot.” I told her, and then I started climbing out of the car.
“Percy,” she called before I closed the door. I peeked my head back in. “Remember about this weekend. We’ll be at St. Thomas for 3 days. If you could come down even for just an afternoon,” that had become sort of our codeword, and she put a subtle emphasis on it, “it would be really great.”
I looked at Beckendorf and then back at her, making my meaning obvious, the mission was a big one, and I honestly didn’t know what might happen. “I’ll try.” I promised. “But you know…”
“Yeah, I know.” She smiled again, but it was a sad smile.
I got Blackjack down off of the car, climbed on his back, and we were off. I looked over my shoulder and caught a last glimpse of Rachel watching us go, still completely nude from the waist up and wearing it very well. When I looked back I noticed that Beckendorf was watching the receding car as well.
When he saw that I had noticed he turned a little red and quickly said, “So, I’m guessing you don’t want me to mention that little scene to Annabeth.”
“Not unless you want me to mention just how much notice you took to Silena.”
He laughed. “Fair enough.” And we turned southeast toward where we knew the Princess Andromeda was sailing for New York.
It was almost full dark by the time we spotted her, the Princess Andromeda looked like any other cruise ship, it might have been full of overweight orthodontists and their families on their way to a stopover in the Big Apple, except for the figurehead, a Greek woman chained to the front of the ship with a look of sheer terror etched on her face. I’d often wondered where Luke got his hands on something so disturbing to put on the prow of his hell-liner. Maybe it had been one of Medusa’s last commissions. Maybe he’d recruited a psychotic sculptor to his army of monsters and half-bloods. Regardless, as we dived and the small white dot on the ocean turned into something the size of a floating office building, the sight gave me a small shiver. Blackjack experienced something similar.
I hate seeing that boat, Boss.
“Me too, Blackjack, but hopefully tonight will be the last time. Set us down at the back, on the lowest deck.”
Blackjack brought us in low, the black pegasus all but invisible against the dark water. Then he swooped up and dropped us onto the deck.
“You know the plan,” I told him when we were securely back on our own feet. “Get back to camp, and don’t let anyone spot you on your way out.”
The horse snorted derisively at the thought. Good luck, Boss. Stay out of the glue factory. And with that he disappeared into the night again.
I pulled out the ballpoint pen that concealed my celestial bronze sword Riptide, but I didn’t uncap it yet. The sword glows a bit, which is great when you’re trapped somewhere dark with monsters all around (they can pretty much always see better in the dark than you can, it’s like the ability just comes standard issue with the mouth full of fangs and the “Hello, I’m _____, can I eat your face?” nametags that they hand out at the monster factory), but it’s something you want to avoid when you’re on some sort of stealthy night mission. Still, it doesn’t hurt to have it ready to go.
We followed the narrow corridor to the service stairwell just like we’d practiced, but we froze when we heard a voice from above us. “Of course you smell half-bloods!” It barked. “We have at least 2 dozen on board right now.” It was a telkhine, part-human, part-seal creatures with like dog heads, which may seem strange, but that’s only scratching the surface on some of the weirdness that’s out there.
The sound of flippers on the deck above faded into the distance and we hurried down the stairs. After several decks and a couple of twists and turns we made it to the hatch that led to the engine room. The plans we’d studied before coming aboard seemed to have been perfect.
We unsealed the hatch and made our way into a room that looked like it had come straight out of a World War 2 movie or Hunt for Red October or something. Apparently the engine room look hadn’t changed a lot over the years. Though it did look cleaner than I would have expected, especially with slobbering monsters running the place.
A telkhine with the head of a Doberman seemed to have fallen asleep at his station. I almost felt bad about uncapping Riptide and dispatching him like that, but if things went to plan, the whole place was going to go up in a few minutes. So I was probably doing him a favor. Ok, “favor” may not be the right word for it, but after the thing was dust it was kind of a moot point.
Beckendorf tossed me a jar of thick green liquid, Greek fire, an extremely dangerous and volatile magical substance. Mortals have records of the stuff, and they think the secret has been lost. The truth is we just like to keep it to ourselves. Also, making it involves prayers to Hephaestus, which modern-day weapons manufacturers would probably find a bit strange.
A few minutes and a couple rolls of duct tape later, and the engine room was well on its way to being ground zero for a great big Viking monster funeral. Then I heard a sound that froze me in place, feet, feet and flippers, a lot of them clomping loudly down the metal staircase outside.
I looked at Beckendorf, “How long?”
He looked toward the hatch. “I still have to wire the charges up and set up the receiver. At least 10 minutes.” Then he looked around at the jars taped all over the room, “but if we start a fight in here, it might be a lot sooner than that.”
“Ok,” I said after a moment’s thought. “Keep working, back to the door.” I took up a hiding spot near the hatch. If they came in, they might try to take Beckendorf unawares before raising the alarm. Even a moment’s indecision might be enough for me to surprise them and just maybe take them out before they could alert anyone to our presence. As a last resort Beckendorf would smash one of the jars himself, starting a chain reaction that would take out the whole ship, us included. The mission was that important.
The sounds were in the corridor now and as they approached the door I held my breath and saw that Beckendorf did the same. A moment later they were right outside the door, and I tightened my grip on Riptide. Then they were past the door, and they kept going. The whole troupe of people and/or creatures walked right on past the engine room hatch, and their noisy steps disappeared into the distance.
We both sighed, relaxing quite visibly. They still didn’t know that we were here. I went over to help Beckendorf with the final preparations, and 5 minutes later we were slipping back out of the engine room and heading back up to an open deck.
We were going to have to jump, and if Beckendorf wanted to survive plunging hundreds of feet into the ocean, he was going to have to hold on to me, which made climbing over the railings a bit tough. That was when our luck ran out.
As we fumbled around trying to get into a position where we could jump at the same time, a screeching sound split the night. I looked up and saw a dracaenae, a woman with two snake trunks where her legs should be. She was sending up the alarm, and as she did it she unslung a bow from over her shoulder and started to nock an arrow. We were out of time. I grabbed hold of Beckendorf and shoved us both over the edge. It wasn’t comfortable, smacking the railing knocked the wind out of me and I think it may have done a number on Beckendorf’s knee, but it was better than playing pin cushion for the snake lady’s arrows. We went over the edge and tumbled gracelessly into the sea.
One of the perks of being the son of the sea god is that water cuts me a break on things like fatal impact trauma. I kept a hold of Beckendorf as we fell, and instead of crashing into us like a brick wall at a couple hundred feet per second, a plume of water rose to meet us and cradled us gently to the surface.
When I looked up I could already see the figures of several more bow-wielding dracaenae backlit by the lights on deck, but shooting accurately into the dark, rolling ocean from hundreds of feet up was probably pretty well beyond them. Still, there was no point in hanging around. I called on the currents to quickly begin sweeping us away from the ship.
The plan was for us to get about a quarter-mile away before setting off the charges, but Beckendorf looked at his watch, which was also the detonator. “They’re gonna check the engine room first thing. We can’t give them time to disable the charges.”
He was right of course, but I was painfully aware that we’d only made it a couple hundred yards, not nearly far enough. “Ok,” I said finally. “Hit it in five seconds, I’m going to try something.” I dove down, dragging Beckendorf behind me. He let out a surprised yelp as he took a lungful of air before his head went beneath the waves.
I began forming a bubble around us as the currents continued to send us speeding away from the doomed cruise ship, but all together it was more manipulation than I’d ever tried at the same time, and the pocket of air was slow to form.
Despite his surprise at our sudden descent, Beckendorf must have managed to keep his count because a moment later a fireball lit the sky behind us. The sound of the enormous explosion translated strangely through the water, but when the shockwave hit the sudden push and pull of such a huge amount of water sent us tumbling out of the sea and into the air once more flying along with the rest of the debris from the monster cruise, I half hoped, half dreaded that one of those pieces was Luke’s body, and that is the last thing I remembered for a while.
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