Training is Easy (sans sexy naiad)...

You blitz through the rest of your morning before heading to the lava wall, carrying a few bottles. Despite the pain it caused and discomfort you have with heat, you climb over and over, trying to build up your muscle. You didn’t expect to be one of those cartoonish characters who couldn’t reach their face because of their biceps in the way, but you figure any accumulated strength now will help in future fights. You push yourself harder than before, hoping the feeling of pain twisting through your arms mean that your muscles will grow stronger (you remember reading that tearing your muscles through exercise and then your body building them back is why you get stronger, which is a convenient way to build muscles with water healing your muscles).You finish climbing the wall several times and slowly make your way down on the last climb, hands stinging from the lava that scorched your skin and hands raw from gripping holds that weren’t entirely stable.

You hadn’t just decided to come without any prep, you uncap a bottle of water — one of several you brought in case — and wrap your hands in water and let the rest crawl up your arms. The cool water soothes away the various aches and pains that they cover before streaming down back into the bottle. You wish you there were less annoying ways that the camp **** you to grow but you didn’t canoeing or arts and crafts would help much in the whole fight-monsters thing.

You experimentally roll your arms and wrists before shaking the kinks out of the rest of your body, making sure the water soothed away the kinks from the exercise, “Okay now that that’s out of the way...”

Part of you wants to go to the stream and practice your powers but if you meet another sexually-interested naiad, you know that your recently fragile control will probably break. You mind involuntarily drifts to the feel of Flumen’s skin against yours as you roll your hips into her. Her cries of pleasure and damp skin...

You violently shake your head, trying to shake off the daydreams (you could happily fantasize over your naiad all day but are really trying to get something done today). You wish you could control your thoughts a little better than this.

Which is another thing!

You have never been personally been a overly sexually-obsessed person, but you suddenly a girl even hints at wanting you (or teasing you [though you suppose Melanie and Flumen both went a bit over-the-top the whole ‘teasing’ with their seduction]) and you lose all control. You and Stephanie nearly kissing was unusual as it was; you both hardly knew each other aside from her being nice! You’ve been lucky in that your experiences having sex were with Melanie and Flumen (both of whom were more than happy to salsa in the sheets with you after provoking you). You heavily doubt Stephanie would appreciate something like that happening within a couple of days of meeting you. That isn’t who you were and you never wanted to be like that, you weren’t gathering a harem! You expected and wanted one person to love and hopefully marry! There is no way you could suddenly shift from normal to obsessed with sex, it’s not like your sudden inclusion into the world of greek mythology pushed your sex drive into overdrive(you hope).

You’d been approached by girls wanting to date before and had gone through some stages of dating without them trying to jump your bones or visa-versa before the inevitable break-up. A lot of guys treated sex as a sort of badge of coolness. Asshole like that counting girls like a checklist, but you did not want to be or become one of them (despite recent actions). You knew Melanie was your friend — with benefits apparently, which you were okay with — but you weren’t sure exactly what you felt for Flumen and that made you sick to your stomach. There was no uncertainty over her with what she had desired and what ‘activites’ you had done to her on that front but it still made you feel like a sleazy pervert.

You’d search to see what exactly affected you if you could, but Percy had told you demi-gods and technology don’t mix. Even at camp — which is supposedly protected — using any tech was setting off a signal flare of ‘Hey any monster! Tasty demigod snack! Come get some before supplies are out!’

So you are left up shit’s creek without a damn paddle in regards to your sudden Satyriasis.

Wonderful.

You could always look through books, but you doubt there are any laying around in regards to entities that influence people by making them incredibly turned on and start fucking other people. If there were books anywhere, they’d probably be in the big house and you are not risking running into Tantalus if you can help it. You could go to the Athena cabin, but you have no idea how to even begin to ask that without giving yourself away; not to mention you have had no friends in said cabin aside from that one girl (who really doesn’t count as a friend as much as someone who saw you 75% naked right after you woke up) you met after Tyson and Percy vanished.

That last thing you want is rumors about Melanie and Flumen, they didn’t deserve that (you dealt with insults in the past, it stopped hurting when your mother told you that you are the only person who really determines your worth, not vapid and insipid idiots).

With that being that, you decided to head to the sparring area and continuing to polish your skills. You check your bracelet — already a comforting feeling — looped around your wrist and make your way to the rings. Even with Hermes’ gift, you don’t want to lag behind because you didn’t practice. You’ll just try to avoid the women in the rings and spar with the guys of the camp.

That can’t be too hard, right?