Sex on a Train

Everyone spread out between the many cars that were loaded upon the back of the train, and were so immensely thankful for how luxurious they all were. Everything was the top of some production line, or at least it was as far as Percy’s extremely limited knowledge of cars extended.

Zoe almost immediately climbed up to the top deck and opened up a Lexus, keeping as far away from the rest of them as she could, though she did stop long enough to offer Bianca a seat with her, which was turned down politely. Grover went up front and found himself a lamborghini, and was playing race-car behind the wheel like it was some sort of arcade simulator, though he did grouse a little at the leather seats before he got inside. Thalia had found herself a black Mercedes SLK on the middle deck not far from Zoe’s car, and had hotwired the radio so that it would pick up any alt rock stations they passed within range of as they travelled west. She was pointedly keeping the windows rolled down and had the radio turned up loud enough that the rest of them could all hear it, though Zoe would definitely hear it more than anyone else.

Percy had just wanted a moment alone to tend to his wounds. It had been literal hours and the most he had been able to do about the claw marks down his back was grit and bear it while throwing the second shirt over the top of his first to hide the bloodstains. Bianca had followed him towards the back of the train car, and when he slunk into a Tesla, she opened the other door and took a seat in the passenger seat.

“I owe you a coat.” He said after a moment, realising he still had the Nemean Lion’s pelt from back in DC, having picked it up and then them all being too distracted trying to escape the mortal mercenaries that had been sent after them, and he’d never actually handed it over to her. It had taken the form of a long golden trench coat in the meantime, and to Percy’s eyes that just made the entire thing painfully garish. Definitely not his style.

He slunk it off of his shoulders, and offered it out to the girl, but she shook her head back at him. “I don’t want it. Besides, even if I helped kill it or not, I’d be dead without you and Thalia. The both of you saved my life in that fight.” He set down the pelt in between them, and turned in his seat to face her even while she was leaning back into hers. “I just froze. I don’t have your sword skills, or Thalia’s strength, Grover’s magic or Zoe’s skill with a bow. I didn’t know what to do, and I just stood there and let it almost kill me.”

“That doesn’t matter. Everyone freezes in their first fight.” He tried to comfort her, even though inside his mind was whirling with other thoughts. Halfbloods usually had ADHD, Dyslexia and a heap of other issues that were due to their divine side. Their brains weren’t made for English, they were made for Ancient Greek. Their bodies were filled with ingrained battle instincts and reflexes, ready to fight for their lives against the countless Monsters out there set on killing them. He’d not often talked with other demigods about their first monster encounters, but every other demigod seemed to spring to battle, not freeze before it.

Bianca didn’t have that it seemed. There was no doubt that she was a Demigod. Grover was not one to make any sort of miss-smelling when it came to identifying the mortals from the not quites, and that was without the evidence of her being able to touch Celestial Bronze. But she didn’t seem to have the spirit for battle. “And we’ve all had years of this. It’s been what? Four days since you found out gods and monsters were something more than just Nico’s game. You’ve got time to get better.”

“Do I?” She questioned, and her pitch black eyes bored into his own with the weight of the question. “Two of us are going to die. If we’re taking bets, the smart money is on me. What can I do that you can’t?”

“You can keep us from tearing each other apart?” He half joked, and that did get a chuckle from her before he buckled down to be more serious. “I do mean it though. Thalia and Zoe can’t stand each other, and I’m a male so that automatically puts me on a level just above your average woodlouse in her view. And you saw how me and Thalia went at it at the end of the Capture the Flag game. We’re two very powerful demigod children of two of the most powerful gods. When tempers flare, it can be a lot worse for us than for anyone else. Someone to hold us all to the mark? Sounds exactly like what this team needs.”

“Maybe. But I still need to be better. You offered me swordsmanship lessons. I know now how much I need them.” She turned to look at him and beg for training, but then he saw her eyes divert down towards his back. “Oh god, you got hurt didn’t you?” Looking down, he saw that the shirt Zoe had gotten him was just slightly smaller than the one he had already been given, and without the lion pelt coat the bloodsoaked bottom of it was poking out.

“It’s not bleeding any more.” He said, trying to lessen her concern, but the look she gave him showed very clearly how much she thought about that idea.

“Off with the shirts. We need to clean that so you don’t get infected.” He looked at her confused, but she just stared him down, and with how piercing those eyes were, he folded in moments. His museum shirt and then the tattered one underneath it were stripped off and laid across the dashboard, and under her direction he turned his back to her. He felt a cold shock run through his system as her fingers came up and prodded at his wounds, feeling the way that she tested around the edges of each groove in his back. “They are deep, but you are very lucky. Nothing important is hurt. But you are such an idiot!” She said, and his head snapped forwards as she smacked him hard on the back of the head. “What the hell were you thinking hiding these? If these had been any deeper, or knicked anything important, you could have bled out in the van, or on the trains, and none of us would even have realised anything was wrong!”

“I’ve been hurt badly before. If I was like that now I’d have realised.”

“That doesn’t make it any better!” She said, and he heard her rummaging through her bag. “I trusted you to take care of Nico and myself, and now I find you can’t even take proper care of yourself!” He turned over his shoulder to look at her, and she was almost elbow deep in her backpack.

“I don’t think that’s fair. We’ve all been a bit preoccupied.”

“No excuses!” She said, finally drawing out a bottle of water and a thermos flask, as well as a small first aid kit. “Now I’m going to clean this out, and you are going to sit there and let me work.” He chuckled at how forceful she was being all of a sudden, but he allowed her to get on with her work. Medicine had never been his strong suit. He sat as quietly and as patiently as he could as she poured the water over his back, and then began to pad at the wounds with some medical cloth. There was a light stinging in his wounds as the disinfectant went to work, but he quickly felt the pain dimming as the water did the bulk of the work. Him being a son of Poseidon really did come in handy in these sorts of situations.

“Now, I’ve never used this stuff before, and I only had a quick crash course, so if you think I’m using too much then tell me straight away. I don’t want to kill you trying to help you.” He nodded and glanced back at her to give her his best smile. He almost snorted at the way she evaded his eyes to focus on his closing wounds, and the light dusting of pink across her cheeks. His smile was erased quickly as he hissed due to the Nectar that ran deep into his wounds. . The drink of the gods was excellent at healing any demigod, but it was only pleasant when you drank it. If you did you would find that it tasted like whatever your favorite food in the world was. Here though he was just having it poured into his open wound and it felt like he was burning even as his skin bubbled and began to regrow.

“I think you’re going to have a scar.” She said from behind him as she recapped the thermos flask, still boggled at the rather astounding recovery his natural enhanced healing and the power that godly medicine provided. And at the muscular frame that was clear as day. Percy was only 18, but he looked like he had the body of someone who had been training for decades. He wasn’t bulky like a bodybuilder though, those sorts of bodies were usually found on the Children of Ares. Percy instead had a swimmer’s build, sleak, toned and lean, but could still toss you around like a ragdoll if push came to shove. “Maybe it will make you more handsome.”

“You think anything could improve on my perfect physique?” He asked with a laugh as he grabbed his shirt off the dash and quickly threw it over his head.

“Maybe try getting a fake tan.” She suggested jokingly, and he laughed again at that.

“You know what. I think I need to go clear some things up. But when I get back, how about I give you your first lesson with the sword. It’ll be tough love, but I’ll make sure you can take on giants and dracaenae without issue.”

“I look forward to it. I won’t be helpless next time.”

He left there in the Tesla, and went to check in with Grover. They spoke for a few minutes, but Grover was practically worked off his feet, and he was half nodding off already now that he was finally relaxed, safe and comfortable. He left the satyr to his sleep, and headed up a deck to Thalia. That conversation was not as fun as the others had been. He did manage to get her to open up about her, Luke and Annabeth running into the Hunters back in the day, and almost being recruited, but he’d pressed too far and almost got himself lightning blasted out of the car.

“Hey Thalia, do me a favour.” She turned to glare at him through the open window. “Turn up the music a bit. I’m heading up to talk to Zoe next.”

“Good luck to you.” She said, winding up the power windows, though she obliged and he soon found the music practically blasting out of the vehicle.

Well, now was as good a time as any. It was time for him and Zoe to spend some time together. This quest was already teetering and they had barely begun. And right now Zoe was the primary source of all of the problems. She had begrudgingly agreed to bring him along but it was clear she was not happy about it. If she happened to have a change of heart about him, then a lot of tension would suddenly melt away.

“What doest thou want?” She asked, apparently having been ready for him as he climbed his way up to the third deck. “And tell Thalia to turn this ridiculous music down. It is worse than one of Apollo’s romantic serenades.”

“I thought that maybe the two of us could have a little chat. I’m as devoted to finding Artemis as you are, and the sooner we both understand we are on the same side here, the less problems we are going to have moving forwards.” He stood outside the door of the lexus, not getting in yet. He wasn’t going to risk turning into an arrow porcupine just from being impatient.

“I have served Lady Artemis for centuries. You spent a single day with her. I doubt that thou cares as greatly for her as I do.” She said, her eyes glaring at him fiercely, but they were not as intense as they had been when they first met. Back then it was like she wanted to incinerate him into ash with just her glare. Now she was glaring as a warding effort, there was just passive anger at him remaining, not the active disgust at his existence.

“You might be surprised at how much can change in a single night.” He said, sliding into the car, and she shook almost like she had been slapped. “Your Lady and I… we got on.”

“Pah! As if a male could ever hope to be anything more than an annoyance to Artemis.” Zoe almost looked like she was about to burst into laughter, and she regarded him with a glare that was a mix between looking down her nose at him like a newt or insect she could crush beneath her shoes, and something close to pity. It must be completely incomprehensible for her that Artemis the Man Hater could ever find herself liking a male.

Well it wasn’t like she had ever encountered something like the power of Riptide’s pen before. It was quite possible that Artemis would have continued on to the very end of her days despising everyone with a cock swinging between their legs if things hadn’t gone the way they ended up going. In that light, Zoe’s steadfast refusal to accept that they could have even remotely gotten on was significantly more believable than the other side of the story.

Still, that didn’t mean he appreciated the snide remarks. Every time she opened her mouth it seemed like she was belittling his existence simply because he was born one way instead of another. It was honestly that fact, that even when he came up here to speak seriously and sincerely, that she still couldn’t bring herself down off of her self appointed pedestal and talk normally, that tipped his mind.

Slowly, his hand reached into his pocket and drew forth the pan form of Riptide, holding it tightly he almost managed to conceal it within his hand, but he must not have been subtle enough because Zoe’s eyes found it pretty much immediately. “Anaklusmos.” He heard her whisper.

Anaklusmos. The ancient Greek for Riptide. The current that takes one by surprise, and before you know it you have been swept out to sea. He’d always know it had a troubled past since the day he had received it, and Chiron had gone further in informing him that there was a connection between Zoe and the sword. But the full gamut of emotions he witnessed wash over her face as she locked eyes onto his pen sword was outstanding. She’d seen it before in the capture the flag game, and then later again during the fight with the Nemean Lion, but it was like she’d been looking, without truly seeing, almost like how the Mist affected mortals.

Now she could see it. Now he wanted her to see it. He was going to claim her with it after all. He almost did it right there and then while she was distracted by the abrupt panic attack that had swept her up at the sight of it, but he hesitated. He’d hesitated before. He’d been doing it too much. But it was because he still hadn’t crossed the line, as far as he saw it. Because he’d used it on Artemis pretty much by accident. He hadn’t known what it would do, hadn’t been able to foresee anything of what happened next. And now he felt responsible for her. Artemis was his now, and that meant he had a duty to make sure she was safe and taken care of.

Zoe would be intentional, purposeful, and premeditated. He knew that made it worse. It made **** worse. It would definitely make this worse. So he wanted to give her… what was the term? A stay of execution. Well that was more morbid than he had intended, but still.

“You know it don’t you?” He questioned, fully exposing the pen sword to her gaze, no longer trying to conceal it. “Riptide.”

“Is that how it is said in this language? I never thought to find out. Anaklusmos is something I long left behind me.” She stuttered out after a few moments, and it was honestly the first time Percy had ever seen her as anything that could even vaguely be described as ****.

“But you still recognised it on sight.”

“How could I not? It holds… Nevermind.” She looked away, turning to face out of the far window, and turning her back on him. She was practically exposing herself to him. He could mark her at any time, he’d just need to be quick.

“No. You can’t just say that. Riptide is my weapon now, and if it is cursed, or has done horrible things, then I want to know. I need to know.” He tried to put strain into his voice and make it seem like he really was focusing on that, but right now his eyes were on her body, looking for where to mark her. He was already leaning forward slightly to be better in reach, and was ready to go the moment he felt he needed to.

“No. It is not cursed. From the day it left me the only one I have cursed was he whom I gave it to. He who left me. Who took from me what he needed and then abandoned me once my use to him was spent, just as all men always have with the women whom take their fancy. And the gods are no different. The ages are littered with examples of spawn Zeus has left behind to women he will never favour again. Hermes and Apollo have child after child. Dionysus is just as the rest, and was a Hero in life before that. Ares practically delights in siring warriors as strong and as ravenous as he is. Even Hephaestus spurns his wife to sire mortal children after all of the effort he put into acquiring her. And your father is no different. And neither are you.”

“The gods aren’t allowed to interact much with their mortal children though, you can’t put that on them. And it is not just the males either.”

“They are still the ones siring them. And as for the law on intervention between parent and child, that rule is of Zeus’ own creation, not a true law as others are, and even then exceptions can be made, and he does not even intervene in most cases. And yet knowing this, the Gods do not visit anyway. Because in the end they do not care. Only Lady Artemis is different. She acts with responsibility and dignity. She does not leave behind dregs to be feasted on by monsters or live half lives. She takes them under her wing, trains them, and keeps them close. All of us owe her so much, and we love her, because she returns that love and loyalty. And now the only god who truly is above reproach is stolen away.”

He was reaching out, the pen inches away from her skin, getting closer and closer, until it was only a millimeter away when she turned over her shoulder to look at him. “And you Jacks-” She cut off as her sudden jerking turn ended up pressing her arm back against the pen nib. Percy saw in her eyes as they changed for a moment, transforming until looking into them was like looking out over the open ocean, as the day ended and the last rays of the sun tiddly ducked down under the horizon.

Whatever was happening, she was momentarily stunned, and so his battle reflexes kicked in and as quick as a flash he got to writing. His entire name was spelt out on her body in cursive English, and in as small an area as he could fit it, and as Zoe’s eyes returned to normal and she came back to herself, the first thing she did was look down at the words now written upon her body.

“Oh. So I am yours.” She was silent for several seconds, her eyes distant though still gleaming, without the film and fog that might be expected from someone distracted in thought. She took a single deep breath, and looked up at him in the face, her own visage quite softer than it had been before. “So then what shall it be? What would you have your Hunter do?”

His mind flashed through a thousand possibilities, but right now he really did have only one thing on his mind, and that was stress relief. And so he decided on what he was looking for pretty quickly. “I want your body, if you wouldn’t mind?” It still didn’t hurt to try to be polite.

“It is your body, but I take thy meaning.” She replied simply, and her silver clothing was swiftly removed with the dextrous ability of one blessed by the Goddess of the Hunt. “If you own me, then it is best you take your fill expediently. I know not how long I have left now.”

His eyes were already raking across her beautiful smooth skin, the moonlight falling onto her body and illuminating her perfectly, almost as if Artemis’ blessing was enhancing her beauty as well as all else, though such was highly unlikely. Despite that, her words were still enough to make him stop for a moment. “Wait what? What do you mean?”

In lieu of a reply though, Zoe, clad only in her underwear now, eased herself over the centre of the car and into his lap, rubbing her pantyclad crotch against his own. Her arms wrapped around his shoulders, and she stared solemnly down into his eyes even while her grinding ministrations drove his hands to undo his pants and release his shaft. “The prophecy is clear. One shall die to a parent’s hand. And if we are going where I believe, then there is only one result that can be found. I am to die Perseus. But that is nought but distraction for tonight. Instead, let me grant thee what thee doest desire. It is not like I will be around long enough to suffer Artemis’ punishment.”

“Wai-” He wanted to go on and talk more, but Zoe’s head came down and her lips found his own in a truly wondrous kiss. Her tongue entered into his mouth and began to tease him like he had never been teased before, and it was all he could do to just sit there and lean back into the chair as she captured him within a truly smouldering embrace. His hands moved on their own to come up to her backside and cup the twin cheeks of her ass, hoisting her up slightly in his arms, but that was only temporary. Once her panties were pushed out of the way by one probing finger, she joined him in bringing down her pussy and welcoming his cock into her body.

Percy had spent a lot of time with Artemis, they had fucked for a considerable portion of the night after all, but that had not prepared him for this time at all. His cock was almost instantly being smothered within the confines of a wet and warm vice that was squeezing him tightly and without comparison. Artemis had been one thing with her divine body, but Zoe was crafted out of marble.

She was truly like a statue from ancient Greece coming to life to bring him pleasure. Her every curve was smooth and sloping despite how slender her form was overall, and her body was blemishless even as his hands roamed over every square inch of its surface. Her every moan was drowned out within his own mouth, not even taking the time to pull back for breath, simply continuing to kiss away in the very epitome of passion.

She rolled her hips atop his own, her body and more specifically her stomach rolling with it like the smooth skin of a belly dancer, and pressing all over his own chest. Her buttocks were firm and yet just soft enough that he could hold her up by them forever and his hands would never tire of grasping onto the generous beneficence. Her breasts weren’t the largest, Bianca’s being larger despite the age difference between them, but that only added to the whole sublime image overall. Zoe was a Huntress, pure and simple, and every aspect of her body exemplified that fact.

And despite the fact that Percy was the owner and initiator here, Zoe seemed more than keen to get into it now that she had decided to get involved, because she was bouncing atop him vigorously. Her cunt smoothly slid up and then back down his cock over and over again, and already he could feel the pleasure building within him, more than familiar with the sensation after how many times he had let loose into Artemis.

“Zoe.” He at least tried to say as she drew him to the point of ecstacy, mumbling it into her mouth. She seemed to get what he was saying as she drew back and let his mouth free from her torturously tempestuous tonsil tangling. They were both breathing hard, him more than her right now surprisingly given how much more she was exerting herself right now.

He was just catching enough oxygen to speak up when she decided to take his breath away by speeding up, laying a finger over his mouth to silence him. She looked down at him through hazed eyes that even now were beginning to turn up into the back of her head. “D-don’t worry. My life is measured in days now. Children shall be no issue for us anymore.” With that she took one huge gulp of breath like someone about to dive underwater and then she was back to snogging him like her life depended on it.

Fucking Zoe was like trying to swim up a waterfall. She poured herself down onto him with vigour and life and the spicy tang of her incredibly fit body, and he was swept down with her no matter how much he tried to fight against the stream. It was constant heavy bombardment with the pleasure of her pliant pussy, and her womb was ever inviting. It was no wonder he found himself cumming already. With how mindblowing fucking her was, it was all he could do just to remove her bra.

His seed were able to match Zoe’s incredible vigour even if he currently could not, and they shot up into her with the speed of an arrow, perfectly finding their mark within her womb where they could not possibly be denied.

And Zoe didn’t let up. He thought she might. Thought that the sensation of being filled with hot man seed might still her for a moment, or drive her to act differently, but it didn’t. She continued to fuck through it as if him flooding her cunt wasn’t worth even a passing thought. She was into the groove now, and with Thalia’s loud blaring music drowning out any moans or squeeks that came from either the two of them or the rapidly rocking car, there was nothing that could possibly interrupt them.

But if this was going to be how things went, then Percy wasn’t just going to sit there and take it. His hands ceased their pilgrimage across her entire body, and returned to their origin at her ass, holding it in two great handfuls. And with that grip alone he was able to begin to buck up into her, pulling her down on top of him to match it, so that she descended and he rose and the two of them met in the middle to mingle in mutual pleasure.

He applied the same sort of philosophy to his kissing, and as their tongues began to twist together and sample each other’s saliva, Zoe was more than willing to allow him to match her back. As he pressed forwards though, she wasn’t simply going to submissively fall back and let him take complete control. Instead she thrust her chest forwards until it was pressing right into his, her breasts and cherry nipples rubbing over him like two soft sponges scraping up and down.

It was all an overwhelmingly experience, and already he was building towards his second climax thanks to the constant undulations and contractions of her cunt around his cock even as he went on and on and on, pounding harder and harder up into her slit, splaying it open around his shaft with his every motion.

But despite her centuries of chastity after being with Artemis so long, there was still no way for him to truly keep up with her right now. She was just too tight. Too sleek. Too absolutely, mind bogglingly beautiful. He had only a few moments to understand what was going on before he unloaded his second load into Zoe. As opposed to before, she very much appreciated that one, breaking off their kiss just to lean back her head and let loose a deep throaty moan of satisfaction that rumbled through her body so much that he could feel it in his cock.

He was honestly worried at this point. Was she just going to keep going, keep fucking him with the libido of a succubus or child of Aphrodite until he was drained dry? Was he going to be turned into some emaciated corpse left behind by the insatiable libido of someone who had gone centuries denying themselves, having been swallowed up in their rush for pleasure?

All of this was answered thankfully quickly. Percy had been able to fill her twice so far, and yet she hadn’t come once at all yet. But all of that was swiftly about to change. Her first moan had split the air so much that if not for Thalia’s music he was sure it would have awoken Grover down in his car on the bottom deck. The next were not quite so loud, but he still felt like he was taking the Phantom of the Opera very literally with the swansong that Zoe began to emit as he continued to try his best and pleasure her while she returned the favour. Slowly her movements began to slow as she built towards her peak, the sensation robbing her of all of her energy, so unfamiliar with pleasure that she was unprepared to endure it at this magnitude.

He held her close, his hands on her buttocks tightening so much that he might leave reddened marks on her ivory cheeks, but he didn’t care. She was too busy wordlessly mewling as he took over for the last little stretch, truly showing off the full extent of his own halfblood capabilities to give her the animalistic rutting a servant of a nature goddess would truly appreciate. Zoe was bent back over the dash, and he fucked her brains out as best he could. From the smile, the hazed eyes and the way that her tongue was beginning to go limp within his mouth, she was either ****, or she was enjoying it a fuck ton.

She came with a final shudder a few moments later, her whole body spasming around him, and the sensation of her climax triggering his own, flooding her womb for the third and final time tonight. Final because it was very clear that Zoe was done. She had been repressed for centuries, perhaps millenia, and she simply couldn’t handle what had happened to her. That single orgasm was the best of her life because it amalgamated the sum total of years upon years worth of abandoned pleasure, all coming back to hit her like a sledgehammer to the brain, leaving her entirely limp and her mind frazzled to hell and highwater.

He was pretty satisfied. He had successfully gotten her off, and came three times in the endeavour, and here she was fucked into unconciousness. As he slid himself out of her, he did his best to clean her off with a few wet wipes he found shoved into the glove compartment, and did the same to his dick, before fixing his trousers as best he could. He’d promised Bianca sword training, and he wasn’t going to back out of that just because he’d gotten his rocks off. He kept his word.

He made sure that Zoe was positioned as comfortably as she possible could be, pulling her silver parka coat over her body to serve as a blanket, and then slid out of the car. He had barely made it five steps when a loud cough sounded from behind him, and he turned just in time for the person in question to begin speaking.

“Claim yourself a Huntress huh? Can’t blame you. I’d do the same myself if I could, but Artemis promised me that she had found a way to castrate a man that even a God of Medicine like me couldn’t heal, and I’ve not managed to work up the courage to test her on that. Still, good job! In fact, let me put this into a Haiku.”

“Hello there Lord Apollo” He interrupted before the god could begin spouting terrible poetry.

“Hello there to you too Mr Jackson. I thought it was about time that we had a talk.”