Thalia told me everything. About watching my performance with Pompona. About the way it made her feel. About how Piper wouldn't leave it alone, and how eventually, she ended up here, making her move.
"So basically we both feel horrible," I summarized. "Because we saw awful things today, and despite that we can't help but keep thinking about ourselves."
"Pretty much," Thalia said.
"But feeling bad won't make our bodies relax."
"...Pretty much," she said.
I nodded. "At least there's an easy solution."
"There is?"
I kissed her.
I cupped the back of her head as I did it. She was obviously surprised, but her tongue responded reflexively. I turned my head at a slight angle to deepen the kiss. Her lips were puffy and soft. I forgot still, sometimes, just how many feminine features Thalia had grown into.
She broke the kiss first, about the time her brain caught up with what her body was doing.
"Wait!" she said. "I mean… I mean just like that?"
"How else would we do this?" I said. "You do want to, right?"
"I do," she said hugrily, before looking surprised by her own answer.
Something was making her hesitate, something deeper than just the day we'd had. I decided then that I would need to take the lead.
I kissed her again, and this time, much more ready for it, she responded. But I didn't stop there. Instead of cupping the back of her head, I grabbed her hip and put my body weight forward.
We fell back on the bed. Her head hit the mattress. I used my position on top to kiss her in a way I was sure she'd never forget. Our tongues went back and forth, and as soon as Thalia adjusted to it, I moved on.
She was dressed the same way she had been since we broke into the forge. Considering we were dragged out of bed, that probably made these the clothes she slept in. They consisted of a dark t-shirt that was a size too big, and comfortable pants made to flex with her movements. I latched onto her collarbone, then her nape, both left exposed by her shirt's low collar.
"Percy!" Thalia moaned, grabbing tufts of my hair.
I grabbed her wrists, freeing myself from her grip to slide lower.
Hooking my fingers inside the waistband, I dragged her pants down quickly, sliding my whole body off the bed to get them past her ankles. I pulled her panties away a second later in the exact same way, then slithered back onto the bed.
Once exposed, Thalia pressed her legs together tightly. I don't think she even realized she was doing it. She had lovely legs, with wide quads and shapely calves forged by years of fighting for her life. I pried apart her thighs like an oyster shell, revealing the pearl hidden beneath.
I hardly stopped to admire the view, Thalia's pussy half-hidden by the hem of her oversized t-shirt, short black hairs around the edges. Instead I ducked down, attacking it with an urgent kind of gentleness.
My tongue pushed straight inside of her, like it had with Pompona. But this time my actions were completely my own, no charmspeak involved, and instead of a murderous goddess I was going down on one of my best friends.
Not a sentence I ever expected to say, but hey. I've had quite a few of those over the years.
Thalia grabbed my hair again, and this time I let her. I wasn't going anywhere. My tongue pushed through her folds, exploring everything on offer. Thalia was wet before I even arrived. She hadn't been kidding about feeling riled up all day.
Using how eager her body was, I drove my tongue into her in a variety of patterns, before deciding she was ready enough for the main event. I licked her clit with all I had.
I felt her pulling on my hair. In response, I got my knees underneath me, lifting us up. A hand on either side of her hips stabilized us. Soon her crotch was raised above her head, supported by my body. Her shirt slid down and pooled around her neck, revealing respectable breasts hidden by a simple bra. I looked down along her elevated body, meeting her eyes directly while I ate her out.
Thalia let go of my hair, placing her palms on the bed beside her head for extra stability. Her face was contorting more by the second. I saw her willful blue eyes fill with an overwhelming wave of pleasure. Her body was trembling.
The longer we went, the more worked up I was getting. Thalia was beautiful, but that wasn't all. The relationship we shared… it wasn't a romantic kind of love, but we'd been through too much to say it wasn't still love, just a different strain. I didn't ever predict us doing something like this, but now that we started, not even Kronos himself could've made me stop.
I gripped her thighs, pushing her crotch back toward my face, jamming my mouth as tight as possible onto the lips of her pussy. It let me dig in at a new angle, mashing my taste buds against her clit.
"Percy!" Thalia said again.
Just my name, nothing else. She didn't need to say more. Something was on its way, and I sure as Hades wasn't backing off now.
She came right into my mouth, hard enough that her whole body trembled. She howled. I tasted the clear, almost sweet liquid entering my mouth. Waiting for her to collect herself enough to look back at me, when she finally did, I swallowed it all in one big gulp.
I dropped her body, letting her hit the bed with a bounce. My hair had been tousled out of its usual shape by her hands, hanging over my eyes. I was breathing hard, but not half as hard as Thalia was.
"By the gods," she said. "Is that what Pompona felt?"
"No," I said honestly.
Even from the start, I had been rougher with the goddess. But that, just now? It was charged in a completely different way than I was used to. Not since Calypso had I felt such strong emotions while in bed with someone.
Which might've explained why my body was so adamant about demanding more.
I pulled off my shirt. I stood up one more time, unbuttoning my pants and stepping out of them, watching Thalia as I did so. Taking it as a queue, she sat up, reaching behind herself to unclasp her bra before pulling off her shirt.
She dropped them on the bed beside her, looking nervous again.
Her stomach was as toned as I would expect, with a visible six-pack. Her breasts looked firm, and while not huge, were more than many girls had to work with. Her short hairstyle really worked on her, bringing out her electrifying features and letting them shine.
While I checked her out, I got the feeling she was doing the same to me. Finally, Thalia asked, "So how do we do this?"
I cocked my head. "However you want."
"But aren't you a god of sex or something now?" she said. "Shouldn't have a grand plan?"
"I'm not a god of sex," I told her. "Right now, I'm a god of nothing. But I could come up with a grand plan, if that's what you wanted. Is it?"
She was always so headstrong, and if my suspicions were right, this was her first time. I was happy to go with what she wanted. And, sure enough, she didn't hesitate long.
"Come to me," she told me hungrily.
I joined her on the bed. We kissed again, this time our hands roving each other's exposed bodies. Rolling together, I ended up flat on the bed, while Thalia sat above me.
She broke our kiss, going up on her knees and looking down on me. Her cheeks were pink. She shifted, and with one hand, lined me up with her slit. I nodded. She dropped down.
I saw it hurt her, but she hid it well. Used to pain, probably. She started riding me in earnest a moment later. Her movements were clumsy at first, but she was a quick learner. With supernatural athleticism, I felt her hips puzzle out the right way to buck within minutes.
She began to growl as my cock hit places deep inside of her. She was exceptionally tight, probably because of how trained her whole body was. I reached up, groping her breasts with both hands, and she grabbed my arms a moment later. Her fingers wrapped around my biceps, holding on.
The bed bounced beneath us with soft squeaks. There were no windows in the underground room, and the air was slowly heating up. As the minutes passed sweat appeared on Thalia, just small drops that seemed to make her body shine.
I began to move my own hips, just a little bit, in time with the bed's rise and fall. The result was reaching even deeper inside her, brushing her womb. Thalia moaned. She shut her eyes as she did, only opening them a moment later with visible effort.
"Calypso told me something," she said. "The more you do this, the stronger you become. Is that true?"
"Yes," I said.
I wasn't sure where she was going with this. A smile formed when she heard my answer.
"Good," she declared. "That makes this practical. I don't have to feel bad."
She kissed me, using her grip on my arms to pull them out of the way and duck down, connecting our lips. She was still riding me. The kiss was sloppy, our tongues slipping from the other's mouth over and over, sloppily spreading spit across our lips and lower faces. Our noses pressed together. I grabbed her shoulders while she held my biceps. Her nipples rubbed against mine. There were so many points of contact between our flesh, warming us almost more than I thought possible. Sweat was breaking out across our bodies, slickening our grips on each other.
I bent my knees, giving myself leverage to thrust up into her. Thalia crashed down against me with renewed vigor in return. The sound of our collisions beat off the stone walls. We weren't kissing anymore, but Thalia rested her forehead on mine, pressing together our sticky hot flesh.
I could feel her orgasm coming throughout her entire body, from the way her toes suddenly trembled against my calves to how her breath hitched. She could probably feel mine coming the same way. There was no need for either of us to move. We were already woven together as tightly as possible.
We climaxed at the same time, whoever hit their limit first spurring the other into following. I never had sex before becoming a god, but I have to say, I was pretty sure there was an extra thrill to it for immortals. Something close to the core of my being, wedged in that bundle of power I kept feeling, delighted in the act of emptying my balls inside a woman, beyond even what was natural.
It washed over me now as I let the day's frustrations explode all over Thalia's insides. In return, her walls contracted to an unbelievable level of tightness, releasing the orgasm her body had been denying. We gasped for our breath, not moving but instead just lying there, still in the same position.
"Satisfied?" I asked her.
"Not even close," Thalia admitted.
"Good."
For over an hour we rolled all over that wide bed, messing up both the sheets and each other's bodies. We cycled position, pulled and grasped at each other, and came multiple more times. Eventually, when we finally couldn't go any longer, we passed out for the night right there— naked, sullied, and satisfied.
O-O-O
You're either going to think I'm a total badass, a lunatic, or both when I tell you this, but the following morning I took a bath in lava.
Hear me out. There was no water out here in the desert, only just enough to keep the slaves healthy. Since cleaning bodies wasn't budgeted, there were no showers. I'd already told the Telekhines to fix that, and they agreed, but it wasn't done yet. I really needed to clean up after last night. So… I went to the bottom of the volcano and hopped in.
It was just a quick scrub, alright. I'm not crazy. You'd be amazed how effective molten magma is for getting off caked sweat.
When I pulled myself out, I discovered I wasn't alone. Well, I was the only one that had been splashing around in lava, but there was someone waiting for me.
Or something.
"Good taste," said the seal-like demon. "Lava can fix any problem."
"Not sure about that one," I admitted.
"It cleaned you up, didn't it? Without it, no proper forge would work. It lets you shape the hardest of metals, and soften the strongest of gems. Can't think of any other problems anyone ought to be having."
"Sure," I said, because I really couldn't be bothered to argue. "Alastor, was it?"
I'll be honest, I couldn't tell Telekhines apart. I don't think that makes me a bad person. But his thick Scottish accent was pretty memorable.
"That's me," he said. "Listen. We need to talk."
He pronounced 'to' as if it were spelled 'ta' which I thought was funny. I almost asked him to let me get dressed, because my clothes were still piled nearby, but I already knew what his answer would be. Telekhines and clothing didn't have much respect between them.
So, I picked up my clothes and went about putting them on while nodding so that he'd start talking.
"That Titan," Alastor said, "the one with you. That slick tongued weasel… He said you've got big plans."
"True," I admitted, pulling on my shirt.
"He said you want to fight the Titans. You want to down Kronos himself."
"Also true."
"Do you really think you can?"
I carefully dragged up and buttoned my pants, making sure they were on properly. Only when that was done did I look up. I stared straight toward Alastor, looking at him as if I could see straight to his soul.
"That's the wrong question," I said. "I know what Kronos has done to me, and I see what he has done to my world. For that, he is going to pay. When the time comes, however long that may be, he is going to bleed, and he is going to hurt. And those things are going to be my fault."
Alastor stepped back. I patted down my clothes, making sure no stray bits of lava had clung to me and started any fires.
"I've got an offer," Alastor said hoarsely.
"Which means you want something from me. The last deal we made had me fighting a goddess. What do you want this time?"
"It's not about what you can give me," he said. "It's about what I can give you. When you think of Zeus, what do you think of first?"
"The Master Bolt," I said. "Why?"
"And Kronos?"
"His scythe. Again, why?"
"Weapons are important!" Alastor yelled, slamming a furry fist into his opposite hand. "They're what myths are born from, and what dynasties are built off! But most important, they're the only way for a smith to cement himself! His only chance to be somebody!"
"Meaning?"
"Meaning," Alastor said, stalking forward as he spoke, "that my band and I left our old pack behind because we wanted to be somebodies. Our ancestors made Poseidon's trident. Then, three years ago, they used that reputation to reforge the scythe that reaped the world. Nobody else even got a chance to work on it; the old ones ensured only they would keep the glory. We couldn't handle that, so we came here, hoping to build our own legend under the Ruler of the South."
"That's worked out great for you. Playing around as common slavers."
"You think I wanted any part of this farce?" he demanded. "When you're ordered by a Titan, you do what they say. No matter how mundane."
"And cruel."
"Sure, that too," he said absently. "But we could keep doing this forever, and we wouldn't be the slightest bit closer to what you want. Then you appeared. You want power. We want to forge something powerful. It'd be downright stupid not to help each other out."
I crossed my arms. He was directly in front of me, almost seven feet tall, but in his voice I could honestly hear the youth. He was chasing a dream.
"What do you need?" I asked.
"Five months!" he proclaimed, holding up as many fingers. "In that time, we'll avoid our old boss's notice. The slaves… I guess they aren't slaves anymore. The workers will help us keep our cover up, producing chains. Meanwhile, us Telekhines will do what we were born to do. We'll construct a weapon powerful enough for you to shake the world. All we ask is that when it's done, you've got to shield us from the Titans' wrath. Legends do not last when their source dies the day they become famous."
Trusting a monster would be stupid. But what I did trust, was that he really wanted this. I could hear his fervor. And he wasn't wrong when he said our goals complemented one another.
I held out my hand. "Well then, Alastor. Let's change the world… if you're as good a smith as you say."
He took my hand in his big furry one.
"Just make sure you're worthy of wielding it when you come back," he declared.
I think both of our hearts started beating a touch faster, picturing just what the future would bring.