Taking his advice... or trying his best to anyway

Author's note- This is my first time posting a chapter... Well, anywhere really. I tried my best to make it fit Percy's personality, making sure to question what he would do in each situation and taking his fatal flaw into account at all times. I tried to go easy on myself with the length and not get burnt out, so I can keep doing work on the next one–which, yes, I do plan on writing. Anyway, I hope you all enjoy this continuation of the work. Feel free to give feedback.

Percy chose to spend that night in his own car, going over what he had learned that night. Though he had been preoccupied when it was revealed, he now knew that Zoe, his huntress, was doomed. He thought over every part of their brief conversation, the acceptance in her heart that her **** was an inevitable fact of life. Logically, it made sense; two people on this quest had to die, the prophecy said as such. He and Thalia both had some form of protection from the great prophecy, though it still could be either of them, but neither of their parents despised them enough to kill them. Well… Poseidon didn’t, anyway; he was only about 70% sure on Lord Sparky, what with him having eaten his first wife while she was pregnant and all. Yet, Percy’s heart refused to let him accept it. She was his, his responsibility, his to hold and embrace–she would not be taken from him so soon. He didn’t care what he had to do; he would not lose her.

But, despite racking his brain for answers, the only way Percy could think of to avoid her **** was to abandon the quest. But if Percy failed to go through with the quest, then he would lose not only Artemis and Annabeth but potentially the world itself. Logic said to lose Zoe, to cut off a small part to preserve the whole. He thought about what Annabeth would say to him, knowing that he had simply allowed her to die, not even a week after taking her as his own. No, he couldn’t let that happen. Percy couldn’t just turn his back on her; it wasn’t him.

Eventually, Hypnos’ domain overtook him and, perhaps in a blessing from the gods, he slept soundly for the second night since losing Annabeth. He was allowed a blissfully dreamless night. Though in the morning he awoke to a familiar experience, feeling the warmth of Zoe’s tongue sliding up and down his member as she slowly teased him awake. Her tongue slowly drenching his entire length in her spit while massaging the shaft with her hands. She quickly noticed his awakened state, halting her constant licking to address him. “Good morning, master. I hope you don’t mind my intrusion,” she said in a slightly hushed tone, trying to keep her presence a secret from the rest of the group.

“You’re fine,” Percy said, still rubbing the sleep from his eyes. He pried open his eyelids to reveal the fully naked form of his huntress. His arousal quickly grew as he looked closer at her body. She was on all fours, knees pressed deeply into the passenger seat, ass nearly pressed up against the window. As she bent over the center console, her breasts dangled down, nipples grazing the leather. Her head was directly above Percy’s waist, as she moved it in time with her tongue to give him as much pleasure as she could. After a moment of admiring the view, Percy said, “You’re doing well down there, but I’d rather you did more than just tease,” suggesting, despite knowing very well that she would love an order just the same. Zoe followed her owner’s orders perfectly, taking his whole cock down her throat with no thought of air. Zoe gagged on his cock as she plunged it deeply down her throat, allowing herself to bask in the ecstasy of serving her master. Small gasps for air and moans of euphoria escaped from her mouth as she desperately tried to contain them to make her hole tighter for him.

Percy quickly felt his release approaching as he let his instinct take over. He grabbed her head and pushed it down onto his member as he came down her throat, his only warning the small moan he gave off. Zoe, feeling the surprise of her master’s load entering her throat, quickly tried to swallow it all down. Once she had finished swallowing the seed her master had so graciously gifted her, she looked up at him and smiled, proud of herself.

“I seem to have done quite well for my first attempt,” she said, keeping quiet to make sure the others didn’t take notice. He looked at her, seeing the woman who–until last night–had entirely sworn off any carnal desires, as she now radiated a sexual energy that rivaled the horniest of Aphrodite’s offspring. “It is a bit of a shame that I won’t be able to continue growing my skills.” That complete dismissal of her imminent demise quickly brought his train of thought back to where it was last night.

“I-” he stopped, uncertain how to start. He paused for a short moment before gathering his thoughts and pushing aside the remaining sexual desires that might cloud his mind. “I don’t… I won’t allow you to die. I don’t care what I have to do; you are my responsibility now, and I refuse to take this lying down.” Zoe seemed shocked by his outright refusal of her fate, but after a moment to compose herself, her lips turned upward in a small smile.

“If that is your wish, master, then I will fight that fate however I can and until my last breath,” she said, still certain of what would happen to her, though she did appreciate her master’s willingness to fight for her. It felt good to know that her owner was kind.

After the two had cleaned themselves off–much easier said than done in a sports car–, they left the car. Once out, they found that the others had decided to get their beauty sleep–that is to say, not getting up the moment the Apollo touches the key of the sun chariot. Once the others had awoken, the group decided to head down to see where the Sun West Line had stopped. They found themselves in a small ski town in New Mexico called Cloudcroft.