She wants Percy on top.

“On top,” Thalia requested sheepishly, unwilling to look at him now. “On top of me.”

Percy didn’t have to ask if she was sure. He already knew she was. He leaned back and started to kiss her on the lips. She kissed back and started to lean back to the sheets of his bed. Their tongues poked at each other as their hands began to explore the skin of their partners for the first time. Touching Thalia’s body was much different than anyone else’s. Her skin was full of energetic force that was always alive. Small snaps of electricity shot against the pads of his fingers and palms, making his skin tingle with exotic sensations.

After the first dozen seconds of their make-out session, Percy started growing in his boxers, unintentionally poking through the fabric of both their underwear. Thalia felt the throbbing and looked down when she pulled away to breathe.

Well, that answers that question…

Even in the dim light that the interior of the cabin provided, Thalia could see that Percy was above average. The proud bulge that was nudging her a few moments ago was a definite sign that Percy Jackson was a son of one of the “Big Three.”

Thalia brought her eyes back to Percy, who was staring at her with confusion. “What’s the matter.”

She smiles oddly confidently for someone who just discovered something that made them nervous. “Just getting to have sex with one of the Big Three’s kids.”

Percy grinned and looked at her, thinking he had just heard a joke. “Same.”

“Ah?” Thalia forgot who her dad was and then felt dumb. Then she thought Percy was dumb for missing her point. So she hit his shoulder as she lay beneath him. “I’m saying you’re big, idiot!”

“Oh,” was all Percy could manage as he followed her gaze and saw the bulge too. He never really thought about it before. They both gave each other friendly laughs before they continued tasting each other’s tongues — peppermint toothpaste and mouthwash; everything was fresh in their mouths.

Thalia pushes back and moans before their kissing and licking can get another second longer. “I’m dripping, Percy.”

Thalia’s announcement rattled Percy’s mind, and his stomach tumbled into a spin. He wasn’t sure how, but he knew how wet she was. He was also keenly aware of the hard-on rocking its cloth prison.

“So, uh, you’re saying that—“

“Yes!” Thalia snaps. “Get your dumb dick out already.”

As soon as it’s said, they both fumble awkwardly with the waistband of their undergarments. Percy was the first to kick off his, and Thalia became distracted with Percy’s cock. She swallowed, slowly taking and tossing aside her panties.

“Damn, Percy! Anaklusmos is almost pathetic compared to that thing!” Thalia’s heart skipped a beat when she trained her to stare at Percy’s sword.

The compliment was odd, to say the least, but It still made him smile since praises from Thalia were rare and far in between. “You look beautiful. I see where you get your last name now.”

Thalia unintentionally spread her legs, flaunting the glistening pink gash that was dripping with clear honey. Her face was bright red, but she was still confident and cocky. “How about you make me lose some of it then?”

“Well, if that’s a challenge…”

There are so many words boiling in Thalia’s head it feels like her skull is about to split, but she doesn’t dare put anything out to be heard. Then suddenly, she gets the feeling she isn’t really in control— so she stops Percy from advantages and sizes him. What a hero he’s become…

“Maybe we shouldn’t rush things,” she says.

Percy stops in his tracks and furrows his eyebrows. “I want to go at your pace,” he assured.

“Percy, I want you to touch yourself in front of me.”

Percy stammered. Unlike Thalia’s mind from a few seconds ago, his mind went blank. He had no words to share.

Thalia makes a suggestive motion with her right hand. Her blue eyes trained to his tanned face. Percy’s green eyes are fixated on her wrist that strokes the air in long, deliberate motions. He grabs his cock and starts following the speed at which Thalia moves.

Truth to be told, Percy was a grown-up clean. He didn’t have a computer or smartphone. There was no internet at camp. And he hadn’t been allowed any time to be intimate with anyone. And there was no way he would actively search for Chiron's porn stash/collection. Though rumor had it that if he *did* have one, it’d undoubtedly be eyeful.

Speaking of eye fulls…

Percy was getting eye candy like never before. Thalia started petting herself, egging Percy to jerk himself off where he stood with a voice he had never heard come out of her. Percy gripped his dick and started to go at the same pace as Thalia’s hand. She cooed longingly at him as her pale complexion was permanently pink. His brain oozed with things to say about her, but he lacked the intelligence to speak them coherently, so he kept his perverse compliments to himself mostly.

Their eyes remained on each other. They were bouncing between their self-pleasuring acts and horny eyes. The blue in Thalia’s eyes seemed to flash with lightning, and Percy’s seemed to wave back and forth, which might have been weird, but she didn’t seem to mind.

“Thalia,” Percy moaned. “How much longer are you going to watch me?”

She bit her lip, not replying for a few seconds. She really was enjoying the show. “Don’t tell me you’re close.”

“Am not,” Percy said. “More like bored.”

Thalia spread her legs more, giving him a more erotic view of her self-pleasure. “How about now?”

Percy’s eyes widen as he watches the girl on his bed rubbing her clit with her legs now far apart. “We could do better…”

With that said, the hero of the sea stepped forward. Thalia shook her head playfully and extended a leg out, placing the sole of her soft foot on his chest. “A little longer, playboy.”

From this distance, he could clearly hear the sound of her fingers rubbing her clit. It was wet and messy, enticing and dirty. He watched, subconsciously jerking himself off to not just the look of it but also the naughty sounds that we’re coming between her trimmed gender.

“I don’t have the patience,” Percy tried to climb in bed, but she forced him back, shocking him gently with her foot’s touch. “Ouch…”

“You either wait a little longer, or I tell everyone at camp you raped me,” Thalia said but didn’t sound real sure whether or not anyone would believe that.

“Trouble child,” Percy glared at her but followed instructions anyway…

After a couple of minutes of mushy silence, Thalia finally requested that Percy get close to her. With feverish vigor, he joined her on the sheets. She giggled, watching him as he hurried over to please her.

She played with his cock, stroking it and squeezing it. It was a curious object. Being a tree for so long, and then a huntress for so long… she was never given a chance to be with a boy or even be influenced by the internet, games, or the modern world. Yet, here Thalia was, playing Percy and his member…Finally.

They explored a bit more. Percy wouldn’t beg or ask anything from Thalia. He went at her pace, no matter how much this whole excursion would blue-ball him. Finally, however, after all the touching, kissing, teasing, and moaning…Thalia looked up at Percy and said something to him.