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Annabeth sighed as she looked on at the rest of camp going about their lives, she watched campers chat and play like she once did. She knew she shouldn’t have felt jealous but she did, she felt robbed, she felt she’d lost something she could never get back no matter how many drachmas she had.
The truth was Annabeth had never expected there to be late symptoms of her time in Tartarus. It had been months, almost an entire year, since she and Percy had fallen into the pit and yet the mental symptoms of her time down there were just starting to make themselves known. She thought she’d escaped relatively unscathed but now she was having nightmares almost weekly.
Luckily, Annabeth wasn’t having panic attacks, she would’ve hated herself if she did. She couldn’t afford to look weak, not even in front of herself.
However, all of these symptoms didn’t break the daughter of Athena, no, it changed her. As she looked on at the campers, a feeling of anger bubbled in her mind, how dare they act like everything was fine? How dare they not give her anything in return for her sacrifice? She wanted more.
It wasn’t like she could even consider getting Percy back as her reward, camp was keeping him too damn busy for her liking. Unlike her, Percy seemed to be just fine, he was adjusting almost perfectly as a sword-fighting teacher in the arena. She wished she could distract herself like that, yet her bitterness ate at her mind like a wild wolf.
Annabeth shook her head, now was not the time for self-pity. She looked away from the campers and walked over to the arena, where she could hear the sound of clanging metal and Percy’s amazing voice correcting his students. She wished she could hear his voice every minute of her life, that would be pure bliss for her.
When Annabeth reached the arena, she leaned against a pillar. She eyed the small slash marks from campers who’d either lost control of their weapons or had struck out at nearby objects in a rage. She ran a finger along one of the slashes, she wondered if she could add onto it.
“Alright, switch!” Percy called after looking at a stopwatch.
Annabeth watched as his students nodded and shook their sparring partners’ hands before finding a new sparring partner. She liked his way of training, he always switched up those who were sparring just so they didn’t get comfortable.
Her eyes turned from the students to the teacher, she stared at Percy’s muscular arms that now gleamed with sweat. His lean figure made him look perfect, she licked her lips as she continued to stare at him. There were no words to describe how badly she wanted him inside of her, she wanted him to stay inside her forever.
That’s when it hit Annabeth, that’s what she wanted. She didn’t want fame, money, or godhood, she wanted Percy. She wanted him all to herself and she wanted every part of him. No one would ever take him away. Her want for him transcended above the typical sexual desire, she wanted more than that. She wanted to become one with him. She wanted complete control of him.
If it weren’t for all the campers in the arena, Annabeth would’ve jumped Percy right then and there. Her desire may have been intense but she wasn’t about to let anyone see her f*ck him, no one deserved to see his sculpted body. His body was for her to ogle at and only her.
A few Aphrodite girls glanced over from their sparring partners at Percy. Annabeth narrowed her eyes, they wanted him too. She had no doubts those slu*ts wanted Percy to bend them over and go to town on them, yet she wouldn’t allow it. She’d spill their blood all over the arena floor before she let any of them lay their hands on her Percy in that sort of way.
One of the girls stopped sparring and motioned towards her sword’s handle to her sparring partner. Annabeth knew what this meant, it was the universal signal that the handle for a sword was either too light, too heavy, or too rough.
“Hey, Percy!” She called, “Can you come check my sword for me, please?”
Annabeth resisted the urge to growl, she readied herself to fight this girl. If she saw her so much as touch Percy the wrong way, she was sending her straight to the fields of punishment.
Percy gently took the girl’s sword and started looking at it, his eyes full of light as he examined the weapon. Annabeth wished he was examining her instead.
“See, isn’t it rough?” The Aphrodite camper asked, resting a hand on his shoulder.
That was it for Annabeth. How dare she touch Percy?
Annabeth stomped into the arena, walking over and grabbing a spare training sword from a nearby rack. A few campers looked at her but they didn’t say anything. Her grip on the sword was hard, the veins in her hands pulsing as blood roared through her body like fuel to a sports car. She made her way towards Percy.
Percy shrugged and handed the sword back to the Aphrodite camper, “It’s a little rough but I think you’ll be fine. If it gets too bad, let me know.”
The Aphrodite camper was about to turn and go back to her sparring partner when Annabeth let herself be known by clearing her throat.
Percy looked at her and smiled, “Hey, Annabeth.”
“Hey, Percy.” She gave him a wide smile, “Do you mind if I practice with her?” She pointed to the Aphrodite camper, “I can show her how to fight with a rough sword handle.”
Percy looked between her and the Aphrodite camper, “Alright, but I’m refereeing this fight.”
That was perfectly fine with Annabeth, she wanted Percy’s eyes on her anyways. Maybe after she finished demolishing this girl, she might just take Percy around back and f*ck him until she screamed.
Annabeth took a fighting stance, making sure her feet were planted. She relaxed most of her body while still keeping a firm grip on her sword, she would not lose. Not in front of Percy.
The girl took a stance in front of her, her bubblegum-pink eyes full of anxiety. That was good, Annabeth thought, she should be nervous.
“Alright, three, two, one, fight!” Percy counted down.
Annabeth charged at her opponent, not even caring if she put up any resistance. If anything, the more this girl fought, the more pain she was going to put her through. She had a lesson to learn and it didn’t have anything to do with fighting with a sword.
Annabeth slashed and hacked at her opponent, a maniacal grin taking over. She loved this, she loved battle. To her, fighting was like sex, it gave her a rush like no other.
The poor Aphrodite girl tried to put up a fight. She raised her sword in a pitiful attempt to block Annabeth’s attacks. Her eyes were filled with fear and she let out audible grunts each time Annabeth’s sword connected with hers. She looked like she was actually fighting for her life now.
The sweat ran down Annabeth’s face as she played with this girl. She could’ve beaten her before but she wanted to drain her of any energy she had left. She wanted her to go back to cabin ten sore and broken.
“Thirty seconds left.” Percy said.
Annabeth glanced at him, she didn’t like the look on his face. He looked troubled, as if what she was doing was wrong. She didn’t like that, she wanted him to smile at her with pride, she was defending him after all.
Regardless, Annabeth did start to feel a tiny bit sorry for this girl. She disarmed her without cutting or hitting her, letting her sword fall to the ground. The sword clattered against the stones, signaling the end of the battle. The Aphrodite girl raised her hands in surrender, her breathing heavy and eyes wide.
“Alright, you’re done!” Percy said while waving his hands, “Fight’s over!”
Annabeth walked up to the girl and leaned in, whispering in her ear, “Here’s a good tip for you. Don’t ever touch Percy Jackson like that again.”
The girl nodded her head shakily, “O-okay.”
“Good.” Annabeth smiled as she pulled back, “Oh, and try not to grip your sword as hard, that’s probably why the handle feels so rough.”
Percy walked over, giving Annabeth a dirty look as if he had known what she’d done. She didn’t care though, this girl deserved a thrashing and it was her pleasure to give her one. She wouldn’t touch Percy again, that was for sure.
Percy looked down at his watch, “Lessons are pretty much over anyways. You’re all dismissed.”
A few campers looked relieved while others looked crestfallen. Annabeth watched as the group of Aphrodite girls stored their weapons before making their way out of the arena. Some of them looked over at her before quickly averting their gaze upon seeing her harsh gray eyes settled on them.
“Hey, Annabeth, can we talk for a minute?” Percy asked her, stopping right next to her.
“Sure.”
“Let’s talk in my cabin.” He told her.
Annabeth followed Percy, staying in step with him as they walked. She had a feeling she knew what this was about but she wasn’t worried, she always argued better between the two of them anyways. Even if Percy’s point was the correct one in the argument, she could always outwit him.
When they finally reached cabin three, Percy opened the door for her. She gave him a smile and leaned in to kiss him before she walked into his cabin. He didn’t seem too mad with her.
Percy shut the door behind himself before he turned to lock it.
“Alright, what’s this about?” She asked, standing in the middle of his cabin.
“You know what it’s about, Annabeth.” He said, “Why did you do that to that girl? I’ve seen you train other campers before, that wasn’t training. That was you trying to hurt her.”
Annabeth scoffed, “If I wanted to hurt her, she’d be in the infirmary right now.”
“You don’t get to do that.” He said with a surprisingly strict tone, “Come on, Annabeth, she hasn’t been here for more than two months.”
Annabeth crossed her arms and gave him a stern look, who was he to talk down to her?
Percy continued, “You could’ve really hurt her. You know who would’ve gotten in trouble for that? Me. Listen, I don’t know what she did to piss you off but settle it on your own time, not during my classes, okay?”
“You know what, Percy? You should really be thanking me, I was doing you a favor.” Annabeth said, marching up to him and pressing her finger against his chest, “It’s not my fault that you’re too oblivious to see she was trying to feel you up.”
“Annabeth, not every girl at camp is out to get me.” He said, “Plus, it’s not like I would ever cheat on you anyways.”
Annabeth felt a flash of irritation flicker in her mind, how did he not see what she saw? Some of these girls didn’t care if he consented or not, they’d take whatever they wanted.
“I mean it, Annabeth.” Percy’s tone was firmer now but not angry, “Don’t do that again. I love you but that was really out of line.”
Annabeth was well aware that Percy was slightly irritated with her, that wasn’t good. If he was irritated with her, he wouldn’t be as easy to control. She had to do something to make him happy again, either that or she could wait him out.
Annabeth settled on making him happy. She figured she’d play it safe for now.
“Okay, fine, I’m sorry.” She apologized, not actually sorry at all though, “I get it, I could’ve really messed everything up for you. Can you at least let me make it up to you?”
Percy tilted his head, “What did you have in mind?”
Annabeth resisted the urge to smirk, he was walking right into the palm of her hand. Typical Seaweed Brain.
“I think it’s better I show you.” She said in a sultry voice, reaching over and unbuckling his belt.
Percy swallowed, his eyes watching her fingers as she expertly unbuckled his belt. Once she was done with that, she worked on the button to his jeans, wasting no time in unzipping them and yanking them down. She smiled at the fully erect dick he was sporting for her, she could always rely on sexually arousing Percy when all else failed.
Annabeth dropped to her knees in front of him and started stroking his dick, running her fingers up and down his shaft. Percy shivered each time she ran her hand over him. She gazed at his dick, if sucking him off was what she needed to do to make him happy then she was more than happy to do it.
Annabeth leaned in and licked the tip of his dick, looking up at him. He squeezed his eyes shut and clenched his fists. She smiled before opening her mouth and taking him in fully. Cramming all of Percy’s dick into her mouth was out of the question, the only way she could do that was by deepthroating him, he was just too big. Instead, she settled on running her tongue all over the inches of Percy’s dick that could fit in her mouth.
“f*ck.” Percy groaned, tilting his head back.
Annabeth placed her hands on her lap and bobbed her head back and forth, enjoying the taste of Percy while also working to make him cum. She always did like how Percy tasted, his dick was probably her favorite type of lollipop.
In the midst of her sucking, she reached down and stuck her hand in her shorts. She ran her fingers up and down her dripping puss*, she couldn’t deny that she herself was getting aroused by this. Percy’s groans had that effect on her, it was like the primal switch in her mind was flicked on and all she cared about was sex.
Percy still kept his eyes closed, his breathing intense as he tried to hold on. His fists clenched and unclenched, a groan tearing itself out of his mouth when she deepthroated him. He may have been the most powerful demigod of his generation but with Annabeth’s mouth wrapped around his dick, he was anything but powerful.
Annabeth really liked that Percy trusted her to the point he had his eyes closed while she sucked him down. She could very easily bite his dick yet he seemed to trust her completely. That was good, as long as she had his trust, she still had him. It made sense that she was the one person he trusted the most, she was his girlfriend after all.
“Annabeth, please.” He groaned, looking down at her.
Annabeth nearly deepthroated him again, she loved when he begged her for anything. After years of feeling like no one cared about her, she finally had someone who needed her. The amount of love she had for Percy couldn’t be overstated, she wasn’t lying about wanting to become one with him. She didn’t care where he went, as long as she was with him, she was happy.
Percy gritted his teeth, a sign he was super close to finishing. His resistance was starting to annoy her, she wanted to crush that resistance, she wanted to feel him surrender to her.
With one last lick, Annabeth broke him. Percy groaned as his tip wept inside her mouth, spewing globs of his seed into her gullet. She swallowed down his sem*n, making sure she savored the taste before gulping it down. She sucked as hard as she could, making sure to draw out every drop of Percy she could.
Annabeth pulled her mouth off of him with a refreshed sigh. She was horny beyond belief but she knew not to push her luck, she didn’t want to give Percy everything, she wanted him to want her. She wanted him to work for it.
Annabeth got to her feet and smiled, “So, still mad?”
Percy shook his head tiredly, “No, I’m fine.”
“Good.” Annabeth kissed his cheek, “I’ll be in my cabin if you need me.”
As Annabeth walked out of his cabin, she made sure to sway her hips slightly. A sinister grin spread across her face as she opened the door and left.
That day, Annabeth made a new goal for herself. She was going to conquer Percy Jackson.
