Annabeth would like to be on top.

“If you're OK with it,” Annabeth’s face turned stop-sign red. “I want to be on top.”

Percy lays on top of his bed after shrugging and discards his underwear. “You’re not gonna hear me say anything otherwise.”

Annabeth does a few experimental grabs around Percy’s torso, feeling his journey-experienced body before she finally straddles him. His cock throbs near her dripping gash, and she gulps nervously. Then she realized how big he was and how close her pussy was to it. For a moment, she wondered if it was too late to back out of doing this. Then she saw the look on her boyfriend’s face. It was lit with awe. After that, Annabeth knew it was pointless…

Her brain cursed with the safe borders of her skull and wished he didn’t look so good. But, instead, she looked down and spat on his cock, grabbing it with a firm grip, and began to jerk him off. The sensation must’ve felt good to him because he was soon shuddering with pleasure.

She prayed to the gods that he couldn’t feel how much her hand was trembling but also prayed for guidance on how to please him. Her eyes kept bouncing from his erection to his sea-green eyes as they lasered into her. She bit her lip and let out a soft moan that was quickly drowned out by Percy’s. He cursed and humped her hand, prompting her to spit another line of saliva finally. A mushy, lewd sound emitted from her grip and his cock, filling the room with an awkward first-time sex atmosphere.

Annabeth started to feel fuzzy inside and nodded to herself. She was ready for him. She let go of his penis and moved her panties aside, and then discarded her bra. Percy’s eyes widened, and she blushed harder. “Don’t look at me like that.”

“You’re beautiful, though.” Percy protests.

Annabeth’s mind jogged, unsure how to stay angry for his staring now. “Then keep looking at me.”

“That’s easy.” He assured.

Percy’s girthy penis parted her lips, and her pussy swallowed him, allowing him to penetrate her virgin gash for the first time. Annabeth and Percy held their breath as a wave of new emotions and sensations crashed to their nerves. Pain, pleasure, and gross curiosity overcame every thought of the rules they had once followed. Finally, the tip plunged in, a dot of blood began to trickle down, and Percy moved all the way in.

Annabeth paused and gasped loudly. Percy grabbed her hand and twined his fingers with hers. There were tears in her gray eyes that startled him, so he asked her if she was OK. She feverishly nodded and then gasped again. “It hurts, but I like it!”

Percy held his breath as he felt Annabeth squeeze him at different points. Where they held hands was warm, sweaty, and personal. Their gender meet was also moist, but it also was a sensation that had never been experienced before was emitting. The intense love and sex that was a mere daydream back was now a milestone in intimate relation.

Annabeth whimpered and then rushed the last few inches into her gash. Percy grunted and lurched forward. He felt massive within her depths, pleasured and stimulated, already to the point of orgasm. He swallowed and squeezed her hand, asking how he felt. She was silent at first, her eyes shut and her body trembling, but then she started to grind and shift herself on top of Percy. What an exquisite feeling this was giving him.

Through a labored breath, Annabeth nodded. Their eyes met, and she smiled at him. “You feel better than I could have ever imagined.”

Percy chewed on his upper lip until it was plump and pink; Annabeth more or less did the same but was doing so to distract her from the pain that wasn’t yet muted by the pleasure. A slight lift and drop she did on her own continued to stifle that sensation of pain, replacing it with adult desire and the most intimate form of love.

Annabeth’s head marbled with sweat, and she let out a cute curse from her lip. “Sorry.”

“What is it?”

“I can’t go any faster,” she gasped. “And I know you want to go faster.”

Percy shook his head. “You feel amazing, baby.”

“You feel outstanding too,” Annabeth manages. “But it hurts so fucking much. It’s like you’re splitting me in half.”

He blinked, unsure how to respond to that. Luckily, Percy didn’t have to. Annabeth started to move again, more bravely than before. She moved, lifting and lowering herself into a steady pace, building speed as her mind milks out the pain and replaces it with pleasure. There was only slight discomfort for Percy as his cock mixed his girlfriend’s inside for the first time…For anyone’s insides for the first time!

The steady pace Annabeth had set herself to was now turning differet aspects of her into a young, wet, sexy mess. Annabeth looks at Percy longingly, lost in the flame’s love while the numbness of bliss took blankets to her brain like a spell. Perhaps there wasn’t any pain? She blinked when she registered Percy’s first thrust into her. Was she expecting it? She didn’t feel anything different— all she knew is that she wanted more of him.

Feverishly, she increased the speed and began impaling herself with much more force. Percy encouraged her to go at her own pace, but she was. This was her own pace! She lifted and dropped, grinded and rubbed.

“Oh, gods. You’re so deep, Percy!” Annabeth moaned, disregarding any kind of fear of being caught.

“You’re so tight!” Percy held onto Annabeth’s ass as she used his cock to fill her girl-tunnel. “You’re going to make me cum!”

Annabeth kisses him, stuffing all his words back in his mouth as she rode him to orgasm. He felt her snatch grip his cock with a vice-like grip moments before it pulsated and shifted. A hot layer of her honey started to swirl around the motions of her riding, making the entry and exit slick and satisfying for him. Her tongue lashed awkwardly in his mouth, and her moans hit a higher note than usual. At this point, he assumed Annabeth was using his mouth to quiet her orgasm.

Just as his balls started to contract, he pulled out and gripped his cock, jerking it through his orgasm. Annabeth broke the kiss and stared at him with a dirty smile. Her stormy was fixed at his teal ones. She slid closer to him— covering the view of his self-pleasure.

Percy’s hand glided along his slick rod, using Annabeth’s visual treat to give him the reason to unload. They met eyes, and Annabeth nodded. “Cum.”

Her words were like velvet. They came from Aphrodite herself. Annabeth’s voice rattled in his skull as his face twisted. A rope of white-hot sperm shot from his cock and started to shower Annabeth’s ass.

“There’s a lot,” she purred, looking down at him. “That’s a lot for our first time~.”

Percy groaned, feeling all of his energy exit through his manhood has his tight grip milked every last drop from his body. “You’re not kidding…Holy shit, that was amazing.”

Annabeth looked back and then fell on top of him. “Remember when Couch Hedge thought we slept with each other on…on that boat.”

“The Argo II? And that was Gleeson. ” Percy managed. “But…Yeah…I remember.”

“So glad we did…did this here…” Annabeth swallowed. “So glad…we did it here…”

Finally, Annabeth rolled off of him and laid on her back, breathing and spent. The heat of the room coiled around their bodies as both Demigods fell asleep.