Annabeth Chase

Author's Note: The main branch of this story, or at least the first one, involves Annabeth being smart with Inara, and mostly benefiting, and it also involves her forming a harem of girls centered around Percy. She will not be having sex with other guys in this branch.

"Hey, Wise Girl," Annabeth heard Percy call out from behind her, as she climbed between the floes of lava on the climbing wall. She knew that they weren't planning on going on another quest... but hadn't that been what she'd thought after the last Great Prophecy? And then she'd been pulled into Tartarus, and Percy had come right after.

"Oh, you're back from your mom's already?" she asked, her muscles moving in well-practiced motions to clamber over the jutting rocks. He'd been trying to spend more time with Sally, after being stolen away by fucking Hera and not having been able to see her for the whole quest. "Want to join me?" she offered.

"Sure," he said, having quickly approached her, and he started climbing. Somewhere, with the knowledge that Percy was with her, she felt relaxed. It was probably the aftermath of Tartarus, but at this point, she couldn't bring herself to care. She felt safe with Percy– don't think about Akhlys, her mind whispered– and they'd both been adults for a while, it didn't matter what anyone else thought of how close they were. Frankly, if they didn't both hold a grudge against the goddess of marriage– and if she wasn't holding one against Annabeth- they'd be certain they'd eventually get married. As it was though, they were content to be boyfriend and girlfriend.

Their relationship was... basically perfect. Sure, sometimes they'd disagree, or even fight, but at this point there was no real heat in it. More often, they'd just cuddle together and make out afterwards at the bottom of the lake. And sure, maybe it was kind of awkward that literally everyone knew that's where they went to make out, but it wasn't like anyone could see them, so who cared? Hades, Clarisse probably assumed the two of them went a lot further than they did, going by some of her comments.

Well, that was one shortcoming, she thought to herself as she slowly scaled the wall, but it was mainly on her. She just... had trouble with intimacy. Sure, while it was all over the clothes, it was fine, but-

"Annabeth? You there?" Percy's voice cut into her musings, as she looked up to see he'd passed her.

"Sorry! Just was... thinking about some stuff," she replied, before catching up.

"When aren't you?" he asked teasingly.

After they were done with the wall, Annabeth watched as Percy trained some of the younger campers in sword fighting. It was nice, seeing him teach them, occasionally summoning a bit of water over himself to keep energized.

Of course, as she watched, Annabeth was also working on a laptop, one which had most, if not all, of the features that Daedalus' old laptop used to have. She might have lost the original along with her knife, but she'd at least made copies of some of the schematics and all the files. Right now, she just had to work on Apollo's temple, which was... harder than planned. She'd consulted with him a few times, but honestly she couldn't help but find his ideas slightly garish, so she'd been working to try and reduce how much of an eyesore it was going to be without offending Apollo– a delicate line to walk.

Eventually, though, class wrapped up, and Annabeth found Percy walking up to her. He rubbed the back of his neck. "By the way, Annabeth, I was wondering, I left something over in my cabin, sorta looks like a genie lamp? Those don't exist in our myths, do they?"

"Genies?" she asked. "No, but... Seaweed Brain, you do know that the stereotypical ones are just oil lamps, right? Where'd you find it, anyways?" She was a bit curious on how he'd run into it.

"Oh, at the bottom of the Hudson. I try and keep the rivers clean when I can. Don't want them to attack me or something next time I dive in there, right?" He smiles that adorable smile of his.

Honestly, sometimes it's easy to forget he's the most powerful demigod alive, Annabeth muses to herself.

He continues "It just... caught my eye. I haven't rubbed it though, didn't want to take the risk, just in case."

She smiles. "I'll take a look at some point, double check. But maybe you can use it to brighten up Cabin 3 a little?

"Maybe, yeah," he nods. His eyebrows furrow for a second, before he shakes his head. "Looks like it's mealtime, want to head over?"

After the meal, Annabeth found herself heading over to Cabin 3. Percy'd gone for a swim, but she wanted to sit down and work indoors for a bit. At least she wouldn't have to worry about the harpies– at this point, even Mr. D didn't seem to make a particular fuss about the two of them sitting at the same table or being out together past curfew. There were some privileges to being the two-time saviors of Olympus, even if she couldn't help but be a bit resentful over how quickly the gods had brushed them off after Gaea was defeated.

Nothing much she could do about that, though. As she entered the cabin, she stepped around some of the mess from Percy's half-finished unpacking, before a gleam of brass caught her eye. It really did look like a genie's lamp, she had to admit, and there was something about it... maybe it was a magic item?

She looked around, quickly, and feeling a bit foolish, she rubbed it. Nothing happened, just like she'd expected.

Instead, she simply removed some of the last bits of water from it, shaking it out, and then brought out some lamp oil she'd bought from the camp store, filling it up. Then, in the hopes it would look nice, she lit it.

Suddenly, purple smoke began billowing from the lamp, and Annabeth scrambled backwards, pulling out her drakon bone sword and taking a guarded stance between the door and the smoke. Then, the smoke began to coalesce, into a dark skinned somewhat skimpily dressed woman- no, the genie.

Her proportions were unusual, to say the least, as were her purple eyes and silks that only accentuated her body. But what Annabeth was most worried about was whatever magic she could do.

"Now, now. Is that any way to react to someone who's going to help you out?" she asked sultrily.

"I'm assuming you're a genie, then?" Annabeth asked, not moving her sword.

"Not quite, you... ah, a demigod, how interesting. A child of... a wisdom goddess of some kind?"

"I'll be asking the questions here. If you're not a genie, what are you, and what do you want?" Annabeth swore mentally. She should have waited till Percy was here too, then they could take this being on together. Alone, especially against a creature who might well be able to turn to smoke, she was less sure of her odds.

The woman smirks. "An ifrit, darling, Inara is my name. As for my desires, well, really, I should be asking you that, but I just want to make the world a bit more lustful and sinful of a place. Is that so bad?"

"Are you connected to Aphrodite, then? Venus?" Even as she thought it, she realized it was probably wrong. Ifrits and genies were both from the Middle East, and even beyond that she doubted that Aphrodite would meddle this overtly so soon after they'd defeated the giants.

"Nothing so plebian. Now, here are my terms, and don't worry about agreeing to them, you already have." The ifrit smirked once more in an infuriating manner, even more so because of how good she looked doing it. "First, no one is able to hear, see, or touch me, or even sense me in any way, even your gods. You can call others if you want. But, don't spend too long, because there are two other things."

"And after that you'll leave us alone?" Annabeth asked. Hopefully, the ifrit was lying. Maybe Piper's charmspeak would be able to **** her to reveal herself? But just in case, probably best to hear what she'd gotten herself into.

"Second, you have seven wishes, that you must use before I'll be willing to leave you guys alone. Now, you can try and do as much good as you want with those wishes, but they have to have some sexual flavoring, or I'll either ignore the wish entirely, or pick the sexual flavoring entirely of my own volition." The grin on her face at that gives Annabeth no doubts as to what Inara would prefer.

"Right, sexual wishes, why not. Why in Hades not, I guess, at this point. And I'm guessing I can't just ignore you forever, either?"

"Exactly, you're getting the hang of it now. Every time midnight strikes, local time, I get to add one sexual side effect to you, and it can be whatever I want. Well, I'm not allowed to directly change things about your mind and morals unless you ask for it– but almost whatever I want. And the clock's ticking, there's only 3 hours for today left."

"Fuck," Annabeth mutters under her breath, not lowering her sword. "Just short enough that I don't have a shot at reaching the gods most likely, huh. Did you plan it that way?"

"Not at all, darling," Inara says, crossing her arms under her breasts and pushing them up. "I don't need to worry about your gods. I'd be more worried about the consequences to you regardless. Wouldn't it be a shame if the only thing you were aroused by from now on was cheating on your current lover?"

Annabeth clenches her teeth, and the ifrit's purple eyes shine with glee. "Yes, you're a heroic type, aren't you. Always motivated more by worry and love for other people than worry for yourself. But you can avoid that, you just have to make any sexual wish. You want bigger breasts? That's good enough for me, and your partner will enjoy it too. What I offer doesn't have to be harmful..." She trails off, looking invitingly at Annabeth.

"And you'd accept something small like that?"

"I would. Not my ideal, but you make do with what you can, and I do prefer willing wishes to having to provide punishments. Now, just rub the oil lamp if you need me. I'll be roaming around this world, trying to find out some more about it." And before Annabeth can react, Inara dissolves into smoke and goes past her, almost tickling her hair on the way out, and entirely ignoring her sword.