Percy Jackson and the Curse of Lust

I used every ounce of my control over the ocean to put as much distance in between us and the scene of the battle as possible. We didn't slow down until the moon was out and the stars were visible. Even then, we spent a while looking behind us before deciding it was safe to stop.

Echidna was gone. There was no way anything could survive after turning into the filling on a Charybdis-and-Scylla sandwich. But we couldn't be sure if the titanic monsters themselves were actually dead, or just stunned. Rather than take the risk, we decided to give ourselves a head start.

When we finally stopped, it began to sink what we had just done. Some of the crew had been lost, but if anything, the pirates' mood seemed to be better than ever.

They demanded a celebration, and before we knew it crates of booze had been dragged up from below deck. The crusty guy that had been manning the crow's nest back in San Francisco pulled out a flute, one of his friends found a banjo, and a third began belting out a shanty.

I tried to keep watch at the back of the boat at first. That didn't last long. I was the man of the night, apparently, for what I pulled off. Every single pirate wanted to clap me on the back. Valentina grabbed me, dragging me to the middle of the deck, where the crew had started to dance.

It was less awkward than the school dance at Westover, and more human than the post-war party on Olympus, the last two celebrations I'd been to. Valentina was an excellent dancer. It didn't take her long to start grinding, though, and giving me a hooded look. Considering I wasn't ready to leave the party just yet, I was glad when Clarisse dragged her away before she could cause a scene.

I danced with Lou Ellen for a long time, and even spent a while with Artemis. The goddess didn't really understand the appeal, but she gave dancing a try nonetheless. 

Eventually, Annabeth got her turn. She'd always been a better dancer than me. At one point that might've embarrassed me, but we were past anything like that now.

We paced and twirled around the deck. We passed Emily, dancing with Blackbeard and giggling as the pirate pulled her around.

"We really never can do things normally, can we?" Annabeth said.

"Are you complaining?"

"I don't think so. After this long, I think anything else wouldn't feel right."

"Besides," I said, "you've got to admit our lives are pretty fun sometimes."

The stars were completely out now. The pirate band was playing a fast song, perfectly in time with our steps. It felt like we could keep moving and holding each other forever.

"It has its upsides," Annabeth admitted.

I twirled her around, then dipped her down while she raised one leg. The crew cheered. I pulled her back up, and when I did, she stepped away.

"I think that's a good stopping point," she announced. "It's been a busy few days. Let's enjoy the downtime now that we can."

After that, the night turned into a blur. I drank, and danced, and learned that one of the pirates was named Bartemus, and that he really missed his mommy. I wasn't the only one who'd had plenty to drink.

It was at least an hour later when I finally got sick of stumbling around from the alcohol. I leaned off the deck, calling a tendril of water up. It hit me in the face, wrapping around my head and giving me a refreshing jolt. When I let it fall back down into the waves, I felt completely refreshed.

Somebody clapped behind me.

"You are a man of many tricks, Percy Jackson," Hylla complimented.

She was sitting on top of a barrel near the center of the deck. She must've had her share of rum, because her cheeks were pink. Her shirt was the same frilly one she'd been wearing when she picked us up, but she'd shed her long captain's coat and hat at some point during the night. Either that, or she lost them in the battle. She gestured for me to come closer with her finger.

I walked over. The band had called it a night and gone below deck alrady. A few pirates were still stumbling around here or there, but in general, the party was over. I absently adjusted the rigging with a thought, keeping us on the right course.

"You've got some tricks yourself," I told her. "Do you know how many teenage girls I know that could take over Blackbeard's ship? Like five, probably, and that's only because I know a lot of crazy people."

Despite the blush engrained on her features, I didn't see a cup in her hands. She leaned forward on her barrel, bracing her hands on the rim and looking directly at me.

"I hated you, you know," she said.

I winced. "I mean, I did get you kidnapped."

The first time we met, I hadn't even known her name. She was a receptionist on the island of Circe, the famous sorceress. A lot of things happened, but the big parts are as follows: Circe turned me into a guinea pig; Annabeth dropped a bottle of divine vitamins; I got my buck teeth around one and turned human again, while a whole crew of pirates chowed down on the others. Blackbeard plundered the island and took the workers as servants, including Hylla and her younger sister. As far as first meetings went, even I would admit ours was abysmal.

Hylla nodded. "It was not a pleasant experience. But it turned out well enough." She paused, looking around us, before returning her attention to me. "I am happy to say my first impression of you was misguided."

She patted the barrel beside her. There wasn't a whole lot of space, but it seemed rude to turn her down considering the mood she had set. I squeezed in, our shoulders pressing against one another.

I sniffed as I sat down next to her. The only alcohol I smelled was the general scent coating the deck after the party. Hylla, it seemed like, hadn't been drinking at all.

But she was blushing, and her body was drooping forward, as if keeping up straight were a challenge.

"So," I said, "how far along is the curse?"

Hylla giggled. She planted her hand on my knee, giving it a squeeze through my torn jeans.

"It seems I've been figured out," she said. "It does certainly feel better now, with you so close."

"You should've seen Clarisse. She was the first one to get it. When I got close, she went from unconscious to wrestling me in seconds."

The last of the crew had gone below deck. I spotted Annabeth standing by the door, looking over at us. 'Good night,' she mouthed knowingly at me.

She disappeared. Hylla and I were left alone.

"You watched us the entire time we were in the car, right?"

Hylla nodded.

"Which means that when you came to offer us a ride, you already knew about the curse. And how it works."

Hylla nodded again, smirking this time.

"Were you hoping for this?" I had to ask.

"I'll let you in on a secret," she said, leaning forward until her face was in front of mine. "My sister and I have plenty in common… including our taste in men."

She kissed me.

Hylla's lips tasted vaguely like gunpowder. I know that doesn't sound pleasant, but take my word on this, it had a nice tang.

One of her hands went right to my hip, sliding around to grip my butt. Her other one held onto my shoulder with surprising strength. It was assertive, almost dominant in a way I wasn't used to.

I gave her the same treatment. My hands ruffled her white shirt. I grabbed her ass, squeezing the sensitive flesh.

Hylla growled as we kissed. Her tongue began to shove harder against mine. I felt her hand pull me, repositioning me with her strength. I wasn't even sure she was doing it on purpose. This was simply the way she was used to having sex. 

We continued on this way, slowly one-upping each other, until we were scraping our fingers over the other person's body. The barrel wobbled beneath us. A moment later we pushed it too far, and tumbled toward the deck.

The sudden fall surprised me, and for a moment I quit holding back at all. When it passed, and I caught up with what was happening, Hylla was beneath me, her arms pinned to the deck.

"Uhn!" she moaned girlishly, her usually-severe features taking on a new look. I felt her warm wrists trapped beneath my palms, while her soft body pressed up against mine, and I realized she must be feeling the opposite— herself on the bottom, stuck beneath a bigger, stiffer, stronger man.

It was a new position for a girl who got as far as she had by always being tough. I felt the way she was shaking and realized right away:

The Amazon queen loved it.

Her puffy lips were puckered, waiting for me to kiss them again. Instead, I decided to take things to the next level. She was going to get a treat I'd make sure she wouldn't forget.

I stood up, pulling her up with me. Hylla looked confused, then doubly so when I stepped back. A moment later, she yelped as ropes all over the ship snapped to new positions.

The rigging reworked itself in an instant, directed by a single thought from me. Ropes wove together and knotted themselves. Hylla was lifted off the deck as her feet kicked. She gasped, trussed up helplessly.

I paused to admire her. She looked exactly like a more mature version of her sister— which was to say a Puerto Rican beauty with tanned skin, sharp features, and a prominent nose. Both looked somewhere between stern and aloof most times, a result of either their parentage or their important roles. But in this moment, trussed up and waiting for me, I thought Hylla looked years younger.

"Let me down!" she protested, swinging her legs.

"Do you really want that?" I asked.

She went silent. Because she didn't. Smirking, I started to undress.

I pulled off my shirt. My pants came off next. I took my time on purpose. Hylla growled with impatience, watching my muscled body be revealed slowly, yet also kept out of her reach. 

When I finished I sighed, and stretched. Hylla wiggled against her restraints. Finally stepping forward, I raised my hands.

She shut her eyes, unable to keep a smile off her face. She couldn't wait to finally feel my touch— but there was still waiting to do.

I popped the buttons on her blouse, one by one. Her eyes opened again, and she glared. I ignored her, continuing to work. Ropes moved out of my way like they had a life of their own, but never lost their tightness. When her blouse opened, I pulled the right sleeve off first, then the left one after.

I removed her pants at a similar speed. She was left in a bra and underwear, almost all her dark skin on display for me to enjoy. I paced around behind her, unclasping her bra still without touching her skin. I watched her wriggle, trying to brush her back against my fingers just to feel something, but even that failed.

Finally, I pulled her panties down with a grip on the sides. Her ass might have been even bigger than Valentina's. Where the daughter of Aphrodite had the ultimate genetics, Hylla had good genetics combining with a lifetime of intense exercise. It took a ton of willpower not to give it a good smack, but I just about held back.

Just at the moment she was ready to lose her mind, the ropes moved. She was dropped abruptly backwards, so that her long black hair hung down and brushed the deck. Her chin was the highest point on her body, barely beating out the stiff nipples on her perky breasts. Right in front of her upside down face, she got to watch in real time as my cock swelled to full mast. I saw her swallow.

"Open," I said.

I've never seen someone unhinge their jaw faster.

Aiming my shaft with a hand on the base, I pushed straight into her mouth.

I was the one moving, and as she was right at crotch-height, it was an easy job. I went slowly; almost maddeningly slowly. Something about the position changed the sensations, making it not feel like an ordinary blowjob. I slid slowly into Hylla, watching her upturned throat begin to bulge in the shape of me.

It was difficult not to choke her completely, but I think I managed it pretty well. There was no reason to be rough. She was so vulnerable in this position that it would've been counterproductive. Each thrust, even when they took multiple seconds, was enough to make her whole body quiver.

I guess I was getting more sensitive to these things, because I could smell Hylla's arousal. When I looked down at the wild black muff around her crotch — appropriate for a pirate captain — I spotted traces of moisture leaking out, wetting down patches.

Within a few minutes I could feel myself getting close, so I made the decision to end with a bang.

I sped up. It was just a tiny bit, but every difference could be felt. At the same time, I wrapped my hands around Hylla's throat. When I pushed forward, I could feel myself making her throat bulge. Her breath was certainly blocked now, but only for a few seconds until I came.

Right away, the ropes pulled her up. She coughed, her eyes wide and her cheeks flushed again. Her arousal was at its peak, even as she struggled to recover her breath. Even though I'd cum, I was still completely hard. We weren't done yet.

The ropes holding her spread Hylla's legs. A moment later, as I stood completely still, they plunged her back against me.

My whole cock slid into her moist, eager pussy, pushing aside the thick muff. This time the pace was frantic. Her whole body flew forward 

"Oh my gods!" Hylla wailed. With her mouth freed up, there was nothing to block in her cries. "I'm cumming! By the go-oo-oo-ods…"

Her voice undulated as her body was pitched forward and back. I just stood there, holding my ground and basking in the pleasure. The ass I'd admired rippled constantly as it crashed against my hips. Periodically, as it made contact with me, I started to deliver sharp slaps, relishing the feeling of her flesh jigging. Bright red marks formed, two on her upper thighs where she was hitting my body, and another two on her ass, where my palms were landing.

She hadn't been exaggerating about cumming. If I didn't know better, I would've guessed her mother was the goddess of fountains. So much tangible arousal was leaking out that it was running down me, dripping off my balls onto the deck.

"What would your crew think, if they could see you now," I teased.

She just yowled.

As much as I was enjoying this, I've never liked feeling like a passenger in bed. Maybe it's the ADHD in me. I always enjoy it more if I'm at least doing something.

The ropes stopped swinging. Hylla stilled in the air. No sooner had the change come than I was grasping her long hair, holding it tightly.

Now I was the one thrusting, like normal. I plowed into her, hardly tiring at all in the cool night air. The red marks on her thighs grew and turned scarlet. I reached around her to grab her perky breasts, showing them some love while my other hand still pulled against her hair.

With a jolt, I yanked her head all the way back next to mine, just using her hair. She moaned. My lips brushing her ear, I whispered, "Well, captain? How is it losing control for once?"

"Amaziiiiiiiiing," Hylla groaned, her speech slightly slurred from the beating her throat had taken.

I came. The load was sudden and brutal. My control over the ropes slipped. Hylla dropped to the deck, and I lost my balance too, falling on top of her. The result was that my downward momentum buried me almost impossibly deep inside her, spewing semen all through the recesses of her pussy.

As I lay on top of her, gasping while we caught our breath back, I asked, "Are you going to tell Kinzie about this, too, when you get back?"

Hylla looked back at me, her exhausted face looking incredulous.

"The Amazons would have to find a new queen!"