Just a few touch-ups... and some odd feelings

"So... she really changed the past? And no one noticed?" Percy asked, trying to confirm the unbelievable idea that Annabeth had just told him.

"I mean, I don't see Mr. D running after us, at the very least, so if they can tell, they can't trace it back to us, right? Plus, I don't think she was lying."

"Why not?" Percy asked curiously.

"The gods, as powerful as they are... I don't think they've ever shown the ability to change the world like that, not so completely. And it's hard to believe a spirit, who isn't even a known deity, could be that powerful, even if she did come from a different pantheon like the Kanes."

"So when you've eliminated the impossible, whatever's left must be true, no matter how unlikely?" Percy joked.

"Not even that, if anything, what she says should be more impossible. But how little she seems to care about the gods, how sure she is... it feels like she at least thinks she's as far above them as they are above us."

Percy went silent for a moment.

"Percy?"

"Oh, uh, sorry. Zoned out for a bit."

"It's pretty incredible, isn't it." Annabeth turned to Percy once more. "There's a whole multiverse out there, which we'll never touch. And yet the highest power that exists isn't any better than the gods we have down here."

"I guess you're right, but it doesn't really matter to us, does it? If even this lady can't let us access it, it doesn't matter." Percy shrugs. "Maybe I'm just too tired to try and think of what it means, but it doesn't seem to mean much."

"I... guess I see? It just feels so wild to know," she said, still somewhat awed by the idea.

Then, Percy broke in, his voice slowly taking on a wondering and hopeful tone. "Wait, so. If she can really change the past, could she fix... everything? Just, hit the undo button on everything that went wrong?"

"I... I feel like she could, but I'm not sure it'd be worth it. Everyone would be so different, you know? Like, Silena. If we saved her, would Clarisse be the same person we know today? What about Beckendorf? Sure, he might've made Leo more welcome, but it wouldn't be the same Leo, anymore. We'd lose the people we know now in exchange for the people who died. And worse, we'd need to worry about how she'd try and make it sexual."

"Maybe if we brought them back to life, now?" Percy offered. "She could probably do that, right, and we could figure out something that could appease her, right?"

"Probably, but then we'd have to worry about the gods catching on. And, a lot of them have probably are in Elysium, so... I don't know if we should, if they're happy there." Annabeth frowned for a second. "Or they went on to the Lethe, I suppose, but either way, they're different now."

For a moment, Percy seemed to have the weight of ages on him, and then, it passed. "No, you're right, I just– I don't know. We've never really had a choice before this, not a real one, and now we have all the choices in the world." He stared into the distance.

They sat together, then, for a while. Just together, in companionable silence.

Eventually, though, Annabeth got up to stretch, arching her back, and as she saw Percy eyeing her breasts, she couldn't help but feel a bit pleased, drawing out her stretching for just a bit longer than she usually would. Probably a new kink, she supposed, but she wasn't too bothered by it. "Hey. Want to finally figure out which set of memories is the current one?" she asked.

"As in..." Percy gave her a slightly goofy smile.

She smiled back, and pulled off her t-shirt. It was like the apprehension she used to feel, the mild bits that she was able to overcome, had melted away. "Help me take it off?" she asked, turning her back to Percy so he could undo her bra.

"Gladly," he breathed. With this, at least, he'd had a good bit of experience, both with Rachel and with Annabeth. He carefully unhooked her bra, and then she took it off.

"Huh," Annabeth said. Then, she looked down. "Well, I think they're a bit perkier than before, and maybe a tiny bit bigger? Not by much though."

"So... they used be less firm?" Percy asked. "Those are the memories that feel a bit less real."

"Well, these ones are real now. Want to touch just make sure of it?" she teased.

"Well, if you insist," he responded, stepping closer to her back and bringing his hands around to her front. "Also, I think your back is a bit more toned than it used to be, maybe your butt too?"

Annabeth smiled, as she felt a certain pressure near her butt. "And little Percy seems to like it, huh?"

"What can I say, I'm pressed up against my beautiful girlfriend," Percy murmured. "How can I not be aroused?"

Suddenly, a realization hit Annabeth. "Your beautiful girlfriend, whose body barely changed at all, huh?"

"Well, I told you, didn't I? When I saw Aphrodite when we went to rescue you, back when we were sixteen, she looked like you. You're perfect, Wise Girl."

She felt heat spread under her skin, and turned herself sideways to nuzzle into him. Then, she guided him to sit onto the bed, and knelt down in front of him. Slowly, she began to unbutton his trousers, which weren't able to hide his bulge. Then, she pulled down his boxers, and his cock sprung out from where it had been constrained. It was sizeable, and it carried with it a musky smell, one Annabeth enjoyed quite a bit. She let her warm breath go over it. Then, her tongue flicked at it.

"Gods, Annabeth," Percy groaned at the teasing, his hands gripping the edge of his bunk, his breath hitching. "You're so beautiful."

Her tongue darted forward again, going for the underside this time. She glided forward, laying a kiss on the crown of his penis. Then, her lips parted around his cock, and engulfed it in a wet heat. One hand reached for the point where his balls, slightly backed up, met his shaft, and began stroking, even as she began to suck, her cheeks hollowing. She looked up into his eyes as she did, her stormy grey eyes meeting his sea green ones. Her other hand began playing with the shaft, and as she sucked, she felt a low heat pool in her abdomen. He'd smelled fine when she'd done this before, in her old memories, but in this new world, he smelt good. Her two hands went up and down his shaft, playing with his length, while her tongue swirled around the tip.

His hands gripped more tightly to the covers, and then, tentatively, he lifted one hand, then left it hovering awkwardly above her head. "Can I..."

They'd tried his hand guiding her before, and she hadn't liked it– it made her feel confined. But now, she'd made a wish, right? So, as she kept going, as she felt the salty taste of his precum in her mouth, she also felt his hand rest atop her head, gently guiding her onto his length. She could feel his hand slowly push her down, bit by bit, even as her hands continued to tease his balls and shaft.

"Fuck, Annabeth, you feel so good," he groaned, her tongue continuing to lavish attention on him even as he guided her in turn. The warmth of her mouth, her eyes staring into his, her lips slick with a combination of precum and drool, even his hand guiding her head, they added together to make a truly different experience. He brought his other hand down, to start to play with her breasts, gently fondling them and teasing them, his thumb tracing out circles around her nipple. Every time he brushed against it, she would twitch, and then continue her now languid strokes of her tongue along his length.

With every tingle from his touch, she felt her arousal grow greater, not to the point of orgasm, but she felt heat pooling in her abdomen, her sex start to moisten. For the time being, though, she continued to lavish attention on his cock, meeting his eyes when she could but constantly being directed by his palm atop her head, his fingers stroking through her blonde hair. Her hand in turn put a light pressure on his balls, not enough to be uncomfortable, simply enough to stimulate.

It felt like a set of moments frozen in time, the two of them interlocked in this way, and it continued, her tongue fluttering and gliding over him, sometimes in short and quick strokes, sometimes in long and slow ones. In turn, his thumb on her breast sent jolts of electricity down her spine, little sparks of arousal to add to the growing bonfire within her, even as his own climax inevitably came. At long last, he felt himself about to release.

His hand pulled back from her breast. "Annabeth, I'm about to come," he let out in a low whine, easing up the pressure on her head and letting her move freely.

For a moment, she pulled back a bit, but only enough to breathe out "Wherever you want, babe," before swooping back onto his cock, stimulating it even further, prepared to pull off but not leaving behind the opportunity to bring her lover a bit more pleasure.

"On your face," Percy panted, before using his palm to push her back a tiny bit, so that his tip pointed directly at her face. His back arched, and his hips jerked forward. The first shot of cum landed right below her eye, leaving a streak of white. His second, near her chin, right on the edge of her lip, and before she could help herself, her tongue slipped out to lick some of it up, and she let out a hum of pleasure. The third shot was on her face as well, but the remaining shots all landed on her bare breasts, painting them as if they were a canvas to make art upon.

As they landed on her, she felt little trills of arousal, at the idea of being so clearly marked as Percy's, and somehow, on her tongue, the salty taste of Percy's cum tasted good, though now that she thought about it, in this world, it always had. "That was good?" she asked Percy.

"That was... amazing," is all Percy could say. He looked down, at Annabeth's crotch. "Let me return the favor?" he asked.

Heat burned within her, and she nodded. "Please," she said, as she slipped out of her pants and underwear, taking Percy's place on their bed, though she chose to lie back.

This time, it was his turn to kneel, and kneel he did. He brought his head down to her slit, and dove in.

It was like a fire raced through her, as he teased her folds. Her legs came up to rest upon his shoulders, and her hands began to grip the bedsheets just as his had ten minutes ago. This, too, was far more intense than it had ever been in the world before the wish, and she could feel her pleasure mounting far more quickly. It was as if there was a wildfire raging, or perhaps a dam holding back her pleasure.

His tongue worked elegantly, curling into just the right spots, and she felt her legs close around his head, pulling him deeper in. For a while, Annabeth felt the pressure build slowly, as if there was a current flowing through here. She was approaching climax, surely but steadily, and–

–and then a finger joined the fray, and Annabeth felt herself come undone with a single touch, right under her clitoral hood. The dam burst, the wildfire destroyed the forest, she came, far more quickly than Percy had, releasing a cry as her eyes rolled back in her head, and her body shook and loosened its grip on Percy's head.

But as she lifted her head to look at him, she saw him give her a roguish smirk, and then he dived back in. Clearly, for Percy, he wasn't content with providing her just one orgasm. Or two for that matter, or three.