Coming of Age (Percy Jackson)

 

Once he gets over his shock at both the sight of Clarisse La Rue prostrating herself before him as well as the words that just came out of his mouth, Percy spends a moment considering how best to answer her declaration. Because it was a declaration. Despite there being a question in her words, there was no question in her tone. This was how it was going to be, apparently.

 

Never mind that they hadn’t finalized what being the other’s… something for a week would even mean. Clarisse had apparently had a very clear image of what that would entail in her mind’s eye. It made him glad that he’d won. Even still, just what was he supposed to do with her now, precisely?

 

Before Percy can decide, his stomach makes the decision for him, growling loudly enough that both his and Clarisse’s eyes snap up to it. Aha! That was perfect. Latching onto the lifeline provided by his stomach, Percy takes a step backwards.

 

“So I missed breakfast and lunch… and I assume you’re not hiding a full meal somewhere around here, so I’ll go ahead and-

 

“Err… actually…”

 

Clarisse interrupts him, looking hesitant for the first time as she does so. When he just looks at her, the naked blonde flushes in an uncharacteristic manner and falls silent for a moment before jerking her head off to the side.

 

To be clear, his comment about her ‘hiding a full meal somewhere’ had been more of a joke about the statuesque Daughter of Ares’ naked state than anything else. Like “haha, it doesn’t look like you could hide anything on your person right now!” … That sort of thing.

 

But as he looks off to the side, Percy can only blink at the sight of a large plate wrapped securely in tinfoil, waiting for him over on one of the cabin’s beds. Caught off guard by the unexpected thoughtful gesture, Percy slowly makes his way over to the plate and unwraps it, finding that it’s all of his favorites. Or rather… it’s what he’d been choosing to eat all week long in the Dining Pavilion.

 

The fact that Clarisse had been keeping track spoke volumes. Before he’d come back to the cabin to find her in her current state, he would have worried she was doing so in order to find an opportunity to poison him. Now though, he’s really left wondering. Pressing his lips together in a thin line, Percy lifts the plate from the bed and sits down, resting it on his lap.

 

The plate itself is almost supernatural in its warmth. The contents are still steaming. Magical tinfoil or something, maybe? Percy doesn’t know, but he does know as he brings a burger to his lips and bites down, that it tastes delicious, like it was freshly cooked.

 

Chewing slowly, Percy stares at Clarisse for a long moment and Clarisse stares expectantly back. She’s lifted herself up out of the prostrating pose and is now kneeling there with her back ramrod straight and her hands on her legs. It’s giving off… serious ‘fuck me’ vibes if he’s being honest. But in a servile way?

 

Still, Percy is hungry. So… one-handing his burger, he gestures with his other hand around the cabin.

 

“… You can go back to cleaning now.”

 

He resists the urge to hesitate. He resists the urge to be all questioning about it, to say something like ‘I guess you could go back to cleaning now if you wanted’. That’s not what Clarisse is looking for, Percy is pretty sure. But he also doesn’t have it in him to be mean either.

 

Though she stiffens up a little bit, the blonde nods sharply a moment later and gives him a crisp ‘Yes sir’ before getting back to work. Percy watches as the Daughter of Ares moves around the cabin, tidying up the place. She’s not amazing at if, of course. He can only imagine the state of Ares Cabin at this point in time, because it’s obvious that Clarisse isn’t the kind of person who comes by the knack for cleaning up naturally… and he imagines that the rest of the children of Ares tend to follow their leader in that regard.

 

Still, it’s fine because her lack of experience runs into a need for perfection right now, which means she’s constantly going back on herself. This means it takes her a while longer to get everything done, which is perfect for Percy since it allows him to take the time to handle his hunger and fill his belly. Both his bacon cheeseburger and his fries go down relatively quickly, satiating his growling belly.

 

However, at the same time… another type of hunger is rearing its ugly head as he finds himself studying Clarisse’s naked form. The Amazonian of a Demigod is beautifully built, and to see a warrior woman like her reduced to his maid… yeah, okay. It’s doing things for him. Percy won’t lie. Even still… should he really take advantage of her?

 

… Heh, no, he wasn’t that stupid. OF COURSE Clarisse clearly wanted him to take advantage of her. She wasn’t any better at seduction than she was at cleaning, but that just made her hamfisted attempts at drawing his eye down to certain… assets of hers even more obvious. It’s less sexy and more endearing, if Percy had to put a word to it. Still, for all that she has no clue what she’s doing… she’s still beautiful, still naked… and still willingly put herself under his power for the next week.

 

“Clarisse.”

 

Percy’s clipped tone causes the naked blonde to freeze up and look over at him, at which point he gestures to his crotch.

 

“You’ve caused a problem. Come handle it before it turns into a mess, alright?”

 

If he had any doubts about what she REALLY wanted out of this, the statuesque blonde puts those to rest by wasting no time in scurrying over and dropping to her knees before him. Reaching for his crotch, she hurries to free his erection as Percy sets his plate aside and slowly eats the last of the French Fries from it, one at a time.

 

It’s very, very clear that Clarisse was anticipating this more than anything. For the second time since Percy has arrived in Camp Half-Blood, the Daughter of Ares goes down on him. Taking him into her mouth, she begins to dutifully suck his cock. Of course, she’s doing so under very different circumstances this time around.

 

And yet, even though Clarisse had more reason to want to try and make him cum back in the bathroom during her and her sisters’ little hazing ritual, Percy notes that she’s even more enthusiastic about things now. Bobbing up and down on his cock, the blonde looks up into his eyes as he continues eating, clearly trying to find any sign that she’s getting him off.

 

Unfortunately for her, just like before… Percy isn’t going to cum unless he wants to. And while he doesn’t have it in him to be overly cruel to Clarisse, he also doesn’t necessarily want to forgive her for their prior animosity. Especially when he didn’t know if this was at least partially an act of some sort.

 

It was entirely possible that when this week ended and Clarisse had fulfilled her end of the bargain, she would go right back to being the caustic, antagonistic bitch she was before. That said… he’s not just going to suddenly be nice to her or anything like that.

 

Besides, looking down into her eyes, it’s almost like she’s egging him on even as she goes down on him. As though she’s saying ‘am I not good enough? Then fucking take matters into your own hands, Master’.

 

… Okay so he’s not a psychic and she’s probably not thinking that directly, but even still. Finishing up the last of his meal, Percy brushes any errant crumbles off of his hands onto the plate. Then, he reaches down and grabs hold of Clarisse by her hair. The blonde wears her hair relatively short, but still long enough that he’s able to gather her locks up into a makeshift ponytail in one fisted hand.

 

The Daughter of Ares pauses at the sudden movement… and then visibly relaxes her body, while also relaxing her jaw. Her tongue all but lolls out under the underside of his cock for him as she opens her mouth and lips as wide as humanly possible. Seeing this, Percy nods approvingly… and then starts to face fuck Clarisse La Rue right there on the spot.

 

“Gagkh! Gagkh! Gagkh!”

 

No build-up. No hesitation. No mercy. To be fair, Clarisse had already handled the build up with her… enthusiastic but ultimately terrible technique beforehand. Her efforts to get him off while he ate his fries had been somewhat better than what she’d done back in the bathroom, but she was ultimately still so far off the mark, it was somewhat laughable.

 

Now though, Percy is in control. He’s the one fucking her face now, pounding away at her throat and gullet as she chokes and gurgles on his dick. His cock barrels its way down the back of Clarisse’s esophagus as he has his way with her, using the naked blonde’s mouth as his own personal toy.

 

Tears well up in her eyes, though they don’t fall down her cheeks. Drool and saliva begin to build around her lips, which come sucking down on his cock as it pistons in and out of her throat. No teeth though. She’s smart about that, and despite her clear inexperience at getting face fucked, she keeps the teeth out of things, focusing heavily on it from the look of concentration in her eyes.

 

She doesn’t just expect him to be rough with her, Percy realizes. She WANTS him to be rough with her. Grunting, he gives her what she wants, quite enjoying doing so as he fucks her face until she’s properly drooling all over his cock and her own tits.

 

“Glughk! Glughk! Glughk!”

 

Clarisse just takes it. She takes the oral abuse like she was born for it. She wasn’t, of course. She was a warrior through and through, not this… defeated thing kneeling before him. Part of Percy has to wonder how she talked herself into this. How did she come to the conclusion that THIS was the only way she could satisfy their best?

 

It wasn’t like they detailed things beforehand after all. The wager certainly wasn’t so specific as ‘oh and I better find you waiting for me in my cabin wearing nothing but a smile and ready to call me Master as my own personal maid’ or anything like that. Then again… the hellhound had clearly thrown everything into disarray, hadn’t it?

 

Could that be it? Could Clarisse be feeling bad about the hellhound or something? There was no way the Daughter of Ares had summoned the damn beast in the first place… right? She wouldn’t be here, acting like this, if she did.

 

And yet, as he fucks her face and looks down into her eyes, Percy sees a startling level of self-recrimination in her gaze. And he doesn’t think it’s purely because she lost Capture the Flag to him. No, he feels like it might just go deeper than that.

 

However, just as he’s trying to decide if he wants to probe into that or not… the door to Poseidon Cabin suddenly opens, making both Percy and Clarisse freeze in place.

 

To her credit, Annabeth Chase also stops dead in her tracks at the sight of a naked Clarisse on her knees between his legs, his hands holding her tightly by the hair and burying her head in his crotch. Though only for a moment. The Daughter of Athena quickly recovers, closing the cabin door behind him as her eyes narrow and she nods sharply.

 

“Right. The bet.”

 

Wait, did Annabeth not have an issue with this? Percy slowly blinks, even as Clarisse gurgles on his cock, wiggling a bit and causing him to loosen his tight grip on her. The Daughter of Ares pulls back a little bit… and then resumes sucking his dick, though without his rough direction and treatment from before. Percy is too focused on Annabeth, who is in turn very focused on Clarisse and what the other blonde is currently doing.

 

Seriously… was he the only one who hadn’t understood the stakes of this bet? Because based on Annabeth’s reaction so far, she seemed to have expected this. That Clarisse would wind up as his naked live-in maid for a week. That… that was crazy, right?

 

Except everything about Percy’s world was crazy now. Annabeth makes her way over to the two of them… and promptly sits down beside him opposite of the emptied plate. Scooting in close, she doesn’t hesitate to reach up, turn Percy’s face towards her, and kiss him. The Son of Poseidon’s eyes go wide as Annabeth inserts her tongue into his mouth quite matter-of-factly, working it this way and that for a moment until he finally responds with his own tongue.

 

As they makeout with one another, Clarisse redoubles her efforts to suck him off down below, trying desperately to make him cum for her. She doesn’t quite manage it of course, not just because Percy isn’t ready to cum just yet, but because he’s now singularly distracted by Annabeth kissing the ever-living daylights out of him.

 

But then, that’s sort of the point, isn’t it? Annabeth has completely distracted him from Clarisse at this point. The two of them makeout for what feels like an eternity as the Daughter of Athena not-so-subtly stakes her claim with him. And Percy can’t deny it feels good, so he lets it happen.

 

Unfortunately, all good things come to an end. The two of them eventually have to come up for air, causing them to pull apart as they both gasp for some much needed oxygen. A thin strand of saliva connects their lips for a moment, showcasing just how deep their tongues got into one another’s mouths… and then breaks. The trance they both find themselves in breaks with it, and Annabeth finally turns away from him, looking down at Clarisse as she leans into his side.

 

“So then… what are we going to do with her next, Percy?”

 

Percy blinks at that, while Clarisse stiffens down between his legs. That was… a pretty big assumption, wasn’t it? His wager with Clarisse was just between the two of them. It never had anything to do with Annabeth, despite her position as Team Captain. And yet… hm. Percy finds himself conflicted. On the one hand, he likes Annabeth a lot more than he likes Clarisse. On the other hand, she hadn’t even asked for permission, or to be included. She’d just assumed, which Percy was beginning to see was a common thing with her…

 

Communication was key to any healthy relationship, really. He just wasn’t sure if he wanted to get into it right now with the Daughter of Athena…

 

 

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