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Coming of Age Ch. 14 (Percy Jackson)
🕑 Added 2023-07-03 14:02:59 +0000 UTCA/N: Percy has a frank discussion with Annabeth. Its healthy for all of them~
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Percy lets out a sigh and shakes his head, which causes Annabeth to stiffen in the same way Clarisse did mere moments before.
“You’re doing it again, Annabeth.”
Blinking owlishly, the Daughter of Athena furrows her brow in consternation.
“… Doing what?”
Nobody was perfect. Everyone had their character flaws and Percy was beginning to realize this was just one of Annabeth’s. She was so used to being not only the smartest in the room, but immediately acknowledged as the smartest, that she had some pretty terrible social skills. Looking her right in the eye, Percy makes sure his gaze is as meaningful as possible.
“Making assumptions. Not communicating. The wager that I made with Clarisse was between just the two of us. I made sure of that so in the event that Blue Team lost, only I would suffer the consequences. But that also means Clarisse is only beholden to me and me alone. And while I could extend that to you… it’s a pretty big leap to just assume that you get to do whatever you want with her just because of our relationship.”
Down between his legs, Clarisse has gone back to sucking him off properly and has sped up the more he’s spoken. This time around her efforts seem to have less to do with trying desperately to make him cum and more to do with her appreciation for the words coming out of his mouth. As she bobs up and down on his cock, Percy tosses her an amused glance and brings a hand down atop her head again, carding his fingers back through the statuesque woman’s blonde locks.
Annabeth, meanwhile… looks a little stumped. She blinks some more at his words and then spends the next few quiet moments just processing what he’s said to her. Percy lets her, but before she can muster a response, he goes ahead and offers her an olive branch. After all, while he does want her to acknowledge her character flaw and stop making so many assumptions… he also doesn’t want to shut her out completely. He DOES like Annabeth far more than Clarisse to be honest, so…
“Make a case.”
Both girls pause again at that, but Percy just shoots Clarisse a look that has his ‘maid-for-the-week’ going right back to sliding her lips and tongue down his member. For Annabeth, he offers a soft smile.
“You want to join in? You want to enjoy the fruits of my labor alongside me? Then make a case for why you should be involved.”
For a moment, the Daughter of Athena just sits there on the bed next to him, watching Clarisse blow him down between his legs.
“… Because I asked nicely?”
Percy raises an eyebrow at that.
“Did you ask nicely?”
“… No. Ahem. Percy… may I join you in sexually tormenting Clarisse La Rue over the course of the next week?”
Clarisse’s eyes are darting between them now and though she’s still doing as she’s supposed to and sucking his cock, it seems to be dawning on her that Percy is just looking for an excuse to let Annabeth join in. Though even if he is, he’s not going to give it to the other blonde that easily. Not after how she started.
“Asking nicely probably would have worked if you’d begun with that Annabeth, but you didn’t did you? You began with an assumption. So now I want to hear reasons. I want to know why you not only deserve to help me out, but also why Clarisse deserves to be beholden to you as well as me for the next seven days.”
Annabeth’s eyes slide down to Clarisse and her lip curls back as the Daughter of Ares stiffens under her rival’s gaze. And then… it all comes flooding out.
“Because she’s a bitch. Not just to me, not just to you, but to everyone in Camp Half-Blood. She’s been a bitch for as long as I’ve known her, and she’s acted like nothing but a cunt to me for the entirety of our acquaintance. We’re supposed to be fellow demigods, but she buys into that whole ‘Cabin versus Cabin’ nonsense hook, line, and sinker. No, she doesn’t just buy into it… she perpetuates it. Never mind that Hestia has done everything in her power to try to bring us all together for as long as she’s been Director of Camp Half-Blood. It’s people like Clarisse that keep us divided. And I want my pound of flesh. Not just for myself, but for everyone else she’s tried to ‘initiate’ into the camp with a swirly or bullied and harassed to make herself feel better.”
By the time Annabeth is done talking, she’s breathing heavily. Percy can’t help but raise both eyebrows, half-tempted to say something like ‘Well now, tell me how you really feel’. But no, that doesn’t feel very appropriate. Instead, letting Annabeth slowly catch her breath, he lets silence hang for a few moments. Down below, Clarisse has stopped moving entirely again, though she hasn’t taken his cock out of her mouth interestingly enough.
Percy does it for her, using his grip on her short blonde locks to pull the naked young woman’s head off of his dick and force her to look them both in the eye even if she doesn’t want to. Tilting his head to the side, the Son of Poseidon graces his current ‘maid’ with a crooked smile.
“Any rebuttal, Clarisse?”
Face flushed red with some mixture of embarrassment and anger, Clarisse half-heartedly scowls as she glances at Annabeth, barely able to muster a glare to toss in the other woman’s direction.
“… I’m a daughter of war. I don’t know what you expect from me. I-!”
“Bullshit.”
Annabeth cuts her off with an even bigger sneer, her own glare MUCH more impressive and to Percy’s shock, enough to make Clarisse rear back as if struck.
“I’m a daughter of war too, you cunt. You think I don’t know war? You think I don’t know battle? The difference is, I know where the real war is. I know who my fucking allies are. The real war is out there, past the camp’s limits, with the fucking monsters that hunt us down and try to kill us. The real war is against whoever the fuck summoned that hellhound that Percy saved you and the rest of your sorry-ass siblings from down at the creek. We demigods only have each other. No matter who our parent might be, we can ONLY rely upon each other for safety. Whether it’s a quest or just a fucking trip to the mall, if we can’t trust one another to have each other’s backs, then who CAN we trust, huh?!”
It's funny. Percy wanted Annabeth to be more communicative. Well, she was certainly being more communicative now. Clarisse just kneels there, staring up at the Daughter of Athena with wide eyes and a stunned look on her face. Percy, meanwhile, finds himself nodding along with Annabeth’s words. She’s completely right and he knows it even though he’s only been here for a little while. Being a demigod doesn’t sound like it’s going to be fucking easy. Hell, he’s only known he was one for a short time and look at what’s already happened to him and those he loves.
Annabeth swallows thickly and pulls back, before giving him a somewhat anxious look.
“S-Sorry. I don’t… I know that’s probably not what you-!”
Leaning in, Percy cuts Annabeth off with a kiss. She freezes for a moment and then lets it happen, melting into said kiss as they makeout for a few seconds before pulling apart again. This time, Percy gives Annabeth a much broader smile.
“That was precisely the sort of thing I wanted to hear from you. Never mind being ‘right’ or ‘wrong’ Annabeth… I just want to know what you’re thinking. I want to know what you actually want before you just… decide something is going to be the way it’s going to be. I want to be included in the decision-making process, especially when it involves me. I think that’s fair, don’t you?”
Annabeth just stares at him, mouth open a little bit for a few seconds, until finally Percy reaches up and taps her chin from below, causing her teeth to click as her mouth shuts. Then she blushes profusely and turns away.
“… seaweed brain…”
Percy just snickers, before finally turning his attention back down to Clarisse. The Daughter of Ares freezes up again as his gaze falls on her.
“Annabeth has convinced me that she should be allowed to join in Clarisse. So for the next seven days, you answer to both of us. Is that understood?”
Biting her lower lip, clearly frustrated, Clarisse nevertheless bows her head.
“Yes… sir.”
Percy can’t help himself. His eyes twinkle as he reaches out and grabs Clarisse by the chin, forcing her to look back up at them both.
“Oh? It was Master Jackson before Annabeth arrived. Where did that go, hm?”
Clarisse’s eyes widen at that and her blush goes damn-near atomic as she quivers for a moment. But then…
“A-Apologies, Master Jackson…”
Seeing the belligerent bully of a woman on her knees, naked and apologizing to him… Percy won’t lie, it definitely does something for him. Of course, it also does something for Annabeth, who sucks in a sharp breath at Clarisse’s words. Suddenly, the blonde at his side has climbed off the bed and is looming over the blonde at his feet.
“I’ve never seen her so docile. Even with the wager, I would have expected her to be ranting and raving. Hell, I would have expected her to say the deal was off by now…”
Shrugging, Percy leans back, his hands palm down on the bed behind him, his cock still twitching with need.
“She was like this when I got here. She stripped naked for me and even called me Master completely unprompted. Fuck, she even made sure there was food waiting for me when I arrived.”
Annabeth shoots him a disbelieving look at that, which Percy just raises an eyebrow at in turn. What… did she think HE’D been the one to order Clarisse naked? Sure, he’d made her suck his cock… but that was only because SHE’D gotten him rock hard and throbbing with need completely of her own volition in the first place.
“Seriously? That doesn’t make any sense. Unless…”
Percy watches wordlessly as Annabeth grabs Clarisse by the hair. He releases his own hold on her chin and watches Annabeth tilt the Daughter of Ares’ head back, looking down into Clarisse’s eyes in silence for several long seconds. In response, Clarisse positively vibrates with anger, looking like she wants nothing more than to push Annabeth away. Until…
“You feel guilty, don’t you?”
Clarisse stiffens at Annabeth’s words, suddenly looking downright hunted. The Daughter of Athena grins as she looms over the Daughter of Ares, holding her in place.
“You froze. When the hellhound showed up, only Percy moved to fight it. But you weren’t beaten on the riverbank or half-drowned in the creek like the rest of your siblings when we arrived. You were on your feet and armed with your spear. And yet, Percy fought the hellhound alone. Because… you froze.”
Percy blinks. He hadn’t really thought about it. Not at the time, nor at any point after. The hellhound was a terrifying monster to be sure. Not quite as terrifying as the minotaur though. But still very dangerous and very deadly. Percy had nearly died fighting the thing. But he hadn’t thought about what Clarisse had been doing while he and the hellhound were fighting. He’d helped her to her feet and given her back her spear so technically Annabeth was right. Still, he’d also just beaten her up, so…
“Yes.”
Taken out of his inner thoughts, Percy looks over as Clarisse stares at him, not Annabeth. Her eyes filled with unshed tears; the red-faced Daughter of Ares looks… apologetic. It’s not a look he’s ever seen on her face before. She actually looks sorry.
“I… I am a disgrace to my father’s name. I am unworthy of the spear that he gifted me. You should have shattered it over your knee when you beat me, for I do not deserve to w-wield it. When the hellhound showed itself… I froze in fear. When you moved to fight it, I stayed back and did nothing. I am a failure of a warrior… this… this is all I’m good for now.”
That was… wow. That was a lot. Percy honestly didn’t even know how to feel about it. He didn’t know how to feel about Clarisse’s actions OR her words now. Annabeth on the other hand just scoffs.
“You only wish he’d shattered your spear so that you could have an excuse for why you didn’t fight in the first place, coward.”
Clarisse flinches and tries to look away, but Annabeth reaches down with her free hand and yanks up her skirt, pulling down her panties. Then, she shoves the other blonde’s face forward.
“You’re right. This is all you’re good for now. Lick.”
Whimpering like a broken bitch, Clarisse La Rue leans forward and does as she’s told, her tongue tracing out and licking at Annabeth’s cunt. Percy watches this and his cock twitches in arousal at the admittedly hot sight. Seeing Annabeth dominate the taller, more muscular blonde is just plain sexy, there’s no denying it. And seeing a bully like Clarisse get put in her place, especially after hearing from Annabeth that she’s always been a bully and nothing but a bully… that’s pretty hot too.
At the same time though, Percy wonders what to do. Because he’s already given Annabeth the go ahead to join in on the fun of tormenting the Daughter of Ares. He’s not going to take that back now. But on the other hand… Annabeth’s previous words echo through his mind. They’re supposed to be allies at the end of the day. They’re supposed to be comrades. If they can’t trust each other to watch their backs, then who can they trust?
With that said, knowing everything he knows now, Percy has to wonder… has Clarisse burnt up every chance she should be given? Has she destroyed any good will she deserved? Was pushing her further down this path and turning her into a fuck toy really the best for all involved? Or… was there an opportunity here to forge her into something better? Into something strong? Was there perhaps an opportunity here… to build her back up?
Annabeth had said it herself. In the whole wide world, dangerous and monster infested as it is, they only had each other. They were all demigods at the end of the day. If Clarisse could be taught that, if she could grow from this experience… then maybe… well, Percy didn’t know for sure. He was admittedly having a hard time thinking things through with how hard his cock currently was and how hot the two blondes going at it in front of him were.
Comments
matthew t norstrom
honestly? Clarrise is probably learning all sorts of new and exciting things about herself right now, it'd probably be crueler to make her stop even if Perce rebuilds her into something better
Max Turry
Battle maid is really hot and id love to see that hopefully tho she can still be a maid at times even if it loses
Eric Rudolph
I don´like eather of the three options, because nr.1 is wrong in my eyes because it would destroy the character clarisse in the story an is in my opinion more like abuse. option 3 is only in sofern better that her efforts to better herself are compleatly ignored . It is like saying she is worthles and would be like option one. In the second option would the end be a Clarisse who is like a strong and independant comrad where the submissive tendencise that are in the story to see are gone. My preference lies somwhere betwen option one and two, where we have a strong warrior that swears herself tohime in all matters be it being by his side when he fights or serving him out of her own desire be it in bed and out with a vrey clear hirachy betwen the two of them . My best example would be out of the naruto anime the charater conan who became an S-grade criminal and dictated her own live to Pain as a resulz of them saving and helping her.
Haji_Bob
While Battle Maid sounds delightful, building her up, will turn her into a capable, loyal asset. Plus I mean hey, they can still put her in a maid outfit for special days.
Zitronen tee
While battle maid sounds like delicious fetish bait, rebuilding her is the better the option. Even a gal as proud as her will end up somewhat devoted if Percy puts in a genuine effort to help her recover. Option 2 really nets us a similar result to 1, just a more competent but less fetish-y version of clarisse. Who knows, she might end up being into the occasional master/maid play either way. If the week ends up being a weird but positive experience for her she very well might. I'm still hoping for the voyeur Hestia bit though. And option 2 would net FAR better results from that scene. Overcoming differences, reforming the bully and sexy time is pretty much a custom made combo to get that goddess going. Now that I have read the other comments: I want Battle Maid Artemis. But all my ideas on how to get that are absolutely terrible or overused. Most of them both. The one that makes me cringe the least is a twelve labours kind of bet between her and Percy. But that is quite a bit into the future at this point.
Edward Zidd
I’d say help restore her not only to cement her loyalty to Percy, but also that it might, possibly, in some miniscule way mitigate the terrible opinion Artemis is sure to have of him if he can show that he isn’t just taking advantage of his women for his own desires
DualEquinox
As much as I want to turn her into a Battle Maid (and trust me I really want that, maids are very much one of my fetishes), I doubt a Battle Maid will be able to maintain her role as Leader of Ares Cabin properly. A Leader under the thumb is more useful in the long run and offers a natural way to funnel more of Ares's daughters into our budding Harem. Transforming an all-female group like the Amazons, Hunters, Circe's Coven, etc into a Battle Maid Legion (or all of them for more balanced mixed units) sounds more fun anyways. Tbh now I think of it, I wonder whether End Game for this fic will be Percy as Founder, Ruler and (possibly Ruling Deity of a new mixed Pantheon based out of) "New Constantinople" a joint settlement/camp for all the biggest players in the Riodran Verse (Greek, Roman, Norse and Egyptian). From a historical point of view, such an endeavour being attached to that name actually makes sense as Constantinople has at various times been called Byzantium (Greeks), Nova Roma (Roman Empire), Miklagard/Miklagarth (by the Vikings; the Vanagrian Gaurd was made up nearly entirely of Norse and Anglo-Saxons) and was the centre of the Ottoman Empire which ruled over the Khedivate of Egypt as a tributary state.
Bellerophon
Gotta build her back up battle maid is good but battle waifu is better.
RanmaChaos
Arrg, I love battle-maids, but I fear it will have a negative impact on Hestia and other future conquests.
Fenrir44
The 2 option is better we want a lover and compaion not a slave that canont think she has hit her lowerest point whatever she becomes with percy and anabeths help in the 2 choice she will be a great asset and help as a Tank
Phraxius
That's a tough one. I reckon I'll have to go for option one... but battle-maid is a pretty great concept. Who knows though, perhaps he'll do something to make her enter his service with less self-loathing in the future.
Nanaya7Nights
Any good battle harem protag should ensure that his haremettes are at their best ability for when they inevitably will need to fight. On the other hand "Battle-maid". Wonder which will win?
Cambrian
fufufu, I knew option 2 would be more appealing and win by a landslide so I snuck in the 'battle-maid' key word to make the voting more competitive. Can't say the vote doesn't matter this time, it's neck and neck! :P
GalacticTNT
As attractive as the battle maid option is, helping Clarisse become a warrior again will not only ensure that she is stronger than before, it will also cement her loyalty to Percy since he’s the one who helped her. Sounds like a much more appealing option to me.
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