Percy Jackson and the Curse of Lust

"You think you can overpower me?" Clarisse asked underneath me.

"I already did," I said. She was fighting my grip, but her wrists wouldn't budge. "I'm not the one that's pinned."

"Go fuck yourself, Jackson," she spat.

"Nah, I'm fucking you. Try not to cum too fast."

I leaned forward, pinning her hands above her head. My cock was still inside her. I slid it back slowly before thrusting in.

Still sensitive from her orgasm, she squeaked with the motion.

"What was that?" I asked.

She glared.

"You said you were going to pound me earlier. But if you ask me, it looks like you prefer being pounded."

She opened her mouth, but all that came out were moans. I brought her wrists together in an X shape to hold them down with just one hand, freeing my other arm. My unburdened hand immediately found her breasts, gripping till veins popped out along my forearm. Her flesh squeezed between my fingers, warm and soft as satin.

I hammered away at her, drawing out every squeak I could, switching between her breasts until both were scarlet with grip marks. A second orgasm wracked her lower body. I was close to cumming. But I wasn't there yet.

I flipped her over.

She yelped, but managed to get her knees underneath her. I put a hand on her upper back, forcing her face into the pillow with her ass raised.

Like Annabeth's, Clarisse's ass was all muscle. But she was taller and broader than my girlfriend, and it showed in her backside. It was massive, firm, and mine to do as I pleased with.

The first slap cracked like a whip, leaving a hand-shaped crater on her left cheek.

"Uhhhhhnng," Clarisse moaned into the pillow. Her pussy constricted.

I wanted to taunt her, but when I tried I found I couldn't speak either. All that came out were grunts. I could feel my dick deep inside her, thumping against her cervix.

I thought of anything I could— anything but the pussy I was plunging into. Anything but the ass my palm kept smacking, the way it rippled and bounced. Anything but the tits pressed against the floor, squishing into view on either side of her abdomen.

She was straining against me still. I could feel her trying to fighter her way up and regain control. She couldn't do it. I had her where I wanted her; I'd won.

For the second time, I grabbed her wrists. I pulled, and her head came up off the pillow. She gasped. Only her knees were touching the ground. I thrust deep into her and felt her squawk with each push, relishing her soaked pussy clawing at my shaft. Her massive tits swung wildly. I couldn't hold it.

I erupted inside her. For five straight seconds my dick poured semen into her pussy. I lost my grip on her hands. She slumped bonelessly onto the floor, face-first. A trail of my cum dribbled out of her, staining the panties she'd never taken off.

I collapsed too, still on top of her to the end.

"Fuuuuck," she moaned.

I thought that summed it up pretty well.

"Have a nice night?" Mr. D asked the second we stepped onto the porch.

It was morning. Clarisse and I had gone at it until our bodies failed, then fallen asleep right there on the floor. When we woke up, the room had returned to normal. Everyone present the night before was waiting out front of the Big House, including a god that was entirely too smug.

"How do we know that you didn't cause all this?" I asked. "You're having way too much fun."

"If I was capable of something this funny, I would have done it decades ago," Mr D said. "Sadly, I cannot lay claim to this particular trick."

"Did it work?" Annabeth asked, cutting in before I could argue any more.

Clarisse paused, flexing a bicep. "Healthy as ever," she reported.

Mr. D was lounging in a lawn chair by the railing. You could tell how funny he found this, because for once he was actually giving campers his full attention. Will and Lou Ellen were sitting on the lowest step, turned around to study us. Lou Ellen was really staring, probably looking for changes in the magic that was draped all over us.

Chiron stood next to Annabeth down on the grass. He was staring too, but mostly with relief.

"I'm very glad you're alright," he said. "Both of you. Of course, we will have to discover how this happened and—"

"It's not over yet," Lou Ellen said.

"What do you see?" Chiron asked.

The daughter of Hecate frowned. Her thin lips pursed. "I'm not sure yet. Not exactly. I'd like to check them more closely. Later, once the magic has settled a bit."

"That can be arranged," Chiron said. "In the meantime…" He paused, staring at Clarisse and I. It seemed like he wanted to say one thing, then thought of better of it. "Rest, you two. You had a long day."

"I hazard they had a longer night."

"You are not helping, Mr D," Chiron chided.

The god chuckled.

In minutes the group broke apart. Will took Clarisse back inside to do one last physical check-up and make sure she wasn't about to collapse again. Lou Ellen scurried off to do whatever it was the counselor spent her days up to, shooting a few last glances my way as she did. Annabeth and I wandered in the direction of the strawberry fields.

We didn't say where we were going. I don't think either of us had a real destination in mind. As we walked, I slipped my hand into hers. I felt her fingers squeeze mine back.

"I hate this," she said.

I opened my mouth, but she kept going before I got a single word out.

"I'm not mad you slept with Clarisse. It was my idea. What bothers me is that we don't understand the first thing about how this happened. We don't know who did it. We don't know why. And we don't know, not even slightly, what would've happened if you didn't follow through."

"Clarisse is tough," I said. "She would've held out."

Annabeth looked me in the eye. "You know that we don't know that. And Clarisse isn't the only one. This curse is affecting you, too."

"I felt fine though!" I said.

"Sure. For now."

We passed beside the strawberry fields. Campers from the Demeter cabin were already up, weeding and pruning away. Other campers walked past us heading to chores or to start up a volleyball match. A lot of eyes followed me as we passed by, but I couldn't tell if it was because of yesterday's dinner show or just because it was me. Saving Olympus has a way of turning you into a minor celebrity.

"What if it doesn't stop at Clarisse?" Annabeth said suddenly.

"If it affects other women?"

"It could." Annabeth squeezed my hand tighter, digger her fingers in. "If others start falling sick, do what you have to. Don't let anybody die."

"You know me," I said.

It was the best assurance I could think of. Because it was true.

She leaned her head on my shoulder, satisfied with the answer. We walked for the rest of the morning.

My afternoon was so ordinary that I almost managed to convince myself everything was back to normal. No female campers confronted me with raging blushes. Nobody cornered me screaming for my dick. I sparred with some of Annabeth's siblings, then spent a while napping in the shade of the coliseum wall.

But my escape couldn't last forever. Six O'clock rolled around, and an Iris message came summoning me to the Hecate Cabin. It was check-up time.

I'd never been inside the Hecate Cabin. It was after my time. But I knew it would be something just from the exterior — stone pillars inscribed with lines of minuscule writing, four separate entrances, and a hum of magic so strong you could feel it prick the hairs on your arm just by getting close.

"There you are!" Lou Ellen was waiting by one of the doors in a black sundress, waving me closer. Her eyes were fixed on an open book in her other hand, even as she led me inside.

"Whoa," I said as I passed the threshold.

I love my cabin. But seeing the inside of Hecate's had me feeling like renovations were overdue.

We were in a generous entry room with two benches that could double as beds, a table, and stairs leading up to a cozy loft. Posters for Indie bands decorated the walls, mixed with almost as many bookshelves as the Athena cabin. The whole place was lit with torches that shed more light than any bulb. Most noticeably, it was just one room, with doors on either side leading to others.

"You have your own room!" I said.

Lou Ellen blinked like my reaction surprised her. "And you have your own cabin. I don't think this is weird. Privacy matters."

There was a snort from across the room.

"You just don't realize how lucky you have it," Clarisse said.

She'd gotten here before me and commandeered one couch-bed. Her clothes were swapped out for a white tank top and a pair of beige pants. She sat with hands braced against her knees, smirking.

"You could charge rent for something like this, Princess," she said. "The rest of us? We're crammed in like soldiers to a barracks all summer long."

Lou Ellen paused. "Well… thank you?" she said. After a moment of silence, she perked up. "Anyway! check up time! This way, Percy."

She put a hand on my shoulder, steering me toward the couch-bed opposite where Clarisse sat. Halfway there she pulled her hand off my shoulder as if burnt, turning back to her book with even more intensity.

"You okay?" I asked.

"Perfectly fine." She was blushing as she flipped a page. "Take a seat."

I did as asked. Clarisse and I sat, waiting. When a minute passed, we traded a look, but Lou Ellen just went on reading.

The Hecate Counselor was my age, but she was short for a demigod, standing at five foot four. Her skin was pale. Which made sense, because from what I heard she only stepped outside when she had to. Her dark hair hung halfway down her back, not braided or treated but somehow still looking perfect. Almost like magic.

"So… check up?" Clarisse prompted.

With a deep breath, Lou shut her book. "Yes! Right. Let me just…"

The book she'd been reading shimmered. A second later it reappeared on one of the bookshelves, slotting into an empty gap, and a magnifying glass materialized in her hand. She walked over to Clarisse, bending over to study the daughter of Ares. It took a lot of effort to watch and not get distracted by the way her sundress rode up all the way to her upper thighs.

She checked over Clarisse's entire body part by part. The inspection lasted at least three minutes. The last part especially, at the chest region, she lingered over.

"I know my rack is good," Clarisse said, "but usually, I'd charge someone for a view like that."

Lou Ellen squeaked and turned on her heels.

She repeated the inspection with me, following the exact same protocol, but this time like she was in a hurry. Twenty seconds later she straightened and stepped back blushing.

"You can do it properly," I said. "You don't have to be embarrassed. Clarisse won't make more jokes."

"Oh, no, that's alright!" she said hastily. "I did it properly. I swear."

Clarisse hadn't even made a fuss about me speaking for her. She was staring at Lou Ellen with a curious expression.

"So is the curse fixed?" I asked.

I was hoping for a big thumbs up and a pat on the back. Instead, Lou winced.

"It's… better," she said. "Charisse's life isn't in danger. But rather than being gone, it's as if the effects are in remission. On the bright side, it's clear the treatment had some effect. Was it really as simple as we thought?"

"We did what you suggested," I said, mostly managing to keep down my blush. "Nothing else."

"No extra tricks?" she asked. She almost sounded urgent, leaning forward with interest. "You didn't have to pull anything extra, or add any twists?"

Clarisse snorted. "Want a live demonstration if you don't believe us?"

"Clarisse!" I said.

I knew she could be brash, but going out of her way to prod the only person that sort of understood what was happening to us seemed like a new extreme.

Lou Ellen smiled uncertainly, pink dusting her cheeks. "What do you mean?"

"You need me to spell it out for you? I'm asking if you want Percy to fuck my brains out right here on your cabin floor."

I didn't even manage to rebuke her this time, I just gaped. Lou squeaked. She hesitated for a second, then quickly said, "That won't be necessary!"

"There was a pause there," Clarisse said. "Tell me you're sure. Tell me you're absolutely, completely sure."

I facepalmed. Everything about this was awkward. We didn't need Clarisse ramping it up to unbearable levels. I tried to put together an apology in my head, something that would calm Lou down and get us out of this quickly.

Then I realized Lou Ellen hadn't answered.

When I looked up, her magnifying glass had slipped from her fingers to the floor. Speaking of the floor, she was staring at it like the most interesting thing in the world. Her fingers fiddled with the edges of her dress in silence.

"Go on," Clarisse said. "Tell me."

Lou opened her mouth. No sound came out.

"You can't do it." Clarisse stood up, towering over the smaller girl. "I knew it. You've got the same shit I do. You're cursed."

"I… might be," Lou Ellen said, very quietly.

I gaped. "You mean this whole time…?"

"I wasn't like this yesterday!" she said, hurling up her hands. "But this morning, I started to feel strange. And I recognized it, and tried to hold it off, but all I managed was to get rid of the symptoms! I was hoping inspecting you would give a solution, or you would've figured one out…"

"But we did find a solution," Clarisse said.

Lou Ellen's eyes widened. "You can't mean— Eeep!"

She cut off as Clarisse scooped her up effortlessly. Carrying the counselor like a toy, Clarisse walked toward the stairs to the loft… and the lush bed that lay at the top of them.

"C'mon, Percy," she said. "This doctor needs her treatment."

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