Chapter 2: Rising Action
The woods of Camp Half-Blood were alive with the hum of cicadas, the rustling of leaves, and the distant hoot of an owl. Percy Jackson traveled the familiar path, his boots sinking into the soft earth, his breath visible in the crisp autumn air. Despite the familiarity of his surroundings, his mind was elsewhere—replaying the previous night's encounter with Rachel Dare. Guilt and exhilaration warred within him, each emotion a tangible force that shifted his thoughts like the wind through the trees.
Clarisse La Rue strode beside him, her armor clanking with each step, her sword belt slapping against her thigh.
She was a picture of Ares-born aggression, her typically fiery temper held in check by the weight of her secret. She had seen Percy and Rachel together, had witnessed their impassioned tryst. And she was going to use it to her advantage.
"How was your night, Percy?" she asked, her voice deceptively sweet. They had just left the dining pavilion, the clatter of dishes and the low hum of demigod chatter fading behind them.
Percy glanced at her, a half-smile playing on his lips. "Long," he said noncommittally.
"Lot of training drills, you know how it goes." His eyes flicked away from her, a sure sign that he was hiding something. Clarisse suppressed a smirk. She knew exactly what he was hiding.
"Training," she echoed, her voice tight. "Yes. Training is important." She drew out the last word, letting it hang in the air between them like a taunt. She could see the furrow in his brow, the tension in the set of his jaw. He knew she knew something, but he wasn't sure what it was.
"Listen, Clarisse," he said, his voice low.
"I don't know what you're fishing for, but I'm not in the mood for games."
Clarisse let out a low laugh, a sound that was both amused and predatory. "I'm not fishing, Jackson. I'm just making conversation."
Percy rolled his eyes, his pace quickening as he walked ahead of her. "Sure you are. Look, if you've got something to say, just say it. I've got better things to do than play guessing games with you."
Clarisse matched his pace, her armor clanking in rhythm with her steps.
She could see the tension in his shoulders, the way his fingers flexed at his sides. She knew she had him right where she wanted him.
"You're right, I do have something to say," she said, her voice low and steady. "I saw you last night, Percy. In the temple."
Percy stopped in his tracks, his eyes widening in surprise. He turned to face her, his expression a mix of shock and denial. "What are you talking about, Clarisse? I was nowhere near the temple last night."
Clarisse smirked, her eyes gleaming with triumph. "Oh, come on, Jackson.
Don't play dumb. You know exactly what I'm talking about. I saw you with Rachel. I saw everything."
Percy's expression shifted from shock to fear, his eyes darting to the side as he tried to come up with an excuse. But Clarisse had him cornered, her voice as cold and unyielding as a blade of ice.
"I don't know what you're talking about, Clarisse. I was with Annabeth last night. We were training together."
Clarisse scoffed, crossing her arms over her chest as she leaned against a nearby tree. "You're a terrible liar, Percy.
I saw you, I heard you. I know what you did with Rachel last night. And I know you can't deny it." Clarisse's voice was a low, dangerous purr, her eyes locked onto Percy's. She saw the fear in his eyes, the panic that flashed across his face as he realized he was caught.
Percy's mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water, but no words came out. He knew he was defeated, knew that Clarisse had him cornered. But he also knew the consequences of his actions, the danger he was in.
He swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing. "What do you want, Clarisse?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
Clarisse pushed off the tree and stepped closer to him, her eyes gleaming with a mix of anger and desire. She could see the fear in his eyes, the way his body tensed as she approached, but she also saw the spark of defiance, the challenge in his gaze. It only served to fuel her own desire, her own need to control him.
"I want you to make a choice, Percy," she said, her voice low and steady.
"You can either tell Annabeth about this little indiscretion of yours, or you can agree to do something for me."
Percy's eyes narrowed, his jaw clenched. "And what the hell would that be?"
Clarisse smiled, her eyes gleaming with malice. "I want you to fuck me."
Percy's eyes widened in surprise, but Clarisse could see the spark of interest in his gaze. She knew he wanted her, had seen the way he looked at her, the way his gaze lingered on her body. She had used that desire to her advantage, had bided her time until she could use it against him.
And now, standing in the moonlit woods of Camp Half-Blood, she was going to make him pay for his indiscretions.
Percy's jaw clenched tightly, his eyes narrowing as he looked at her. "You're blackmailing me, Clarisse," he growled, his voice low and dangerous.
Clarisse laughed, the sound echoing through the woods. "Is that what I'm doing, Jackson? Or am I just giving you a choice? You can either tell your precious Annabeth about your little tryst with Rachel, or you can give me what I want. It's your choice, Percy.
But make no mistake—I will have what I want." You can either tell your precious Annabeth about your little tryst with Rachel, or you can give me what I want."
Percy let out a harsh breath, his eyes scanning the woods around them as if looking for an escape. But there was no escape from this.
Clarisse had him cornered, and she knew it. He looked into her eyes, saw the determination, the hunger, and he knew there was no use fighting it.
"Fine," he growled, his voice low and filled with resentment. "What's your price, Clarisse?"
Clarisse's lips curled into a wicked smile. She stepped closer to him, her armor clanking softly. She reached out, her hand cupping his cheek, her thumb brushing over his lower lip. "I want you to make me feel like Rachel did. Like you did to her. Use me, Percy.
Fuck me like you fucked her.”
Clarisse’s voice was barely above a whisper, her breath hot on his face, her eyes filled with a dark desire that sent shivers down Percy’s spine. She pressed herself against him, her body molding to his, her hard armor pressing into his soft flesh. She could feel his cock, already hardening at her command, pressing against her stomach.
Percy’s eyes narrowed, his jaw clenched as he looked at her. “You’re playing a dangerous game, Clarisse,” he warned, his voice low and dangerous. “You know I’m with Annabeth.
She’s my girlfriend. If she finds out—”
Clarisse cut him off with a sharp laugh. “She won’t find out, Percy. And if she does, well… that’s your problem. All I care about is getting what I want.”
Percy’s eyes narrowed, the green irises darkening with a mix of anger and lust. He knew she was right. He had been caught, and now he had to pay the price. He reached out, his hand gripping her chin, his thumb rubbing against her bottom lip.
“You’re a cruel bitch, Clarisse,” he growled, his voice low and dangerous.
Clarisse smiled, a wicked, triumphant curve of her lips. “I know.
And you love it.” Her hand slid down to his cock, stroking it through his pants, feeling it harden against her touch. Percy groaned, his hips bucking into her hand.
“Gods, Clarisse,” he hissed, his eyes closing briefly. Clarisse’s smile widened, her heartsickening revelation forgotten for the moment.
“You’re hard for me, Percy,” she purred, her voice thick with lust. She unbuckled his belt, her fingers deftly unbuttoning his pants and pushing them down his hips.
Percy's cock sprang free, hard and eager, a droplet of pre-cum glistening at the tip. Clarisse's breath hitched as she looked at it, her own desire making her suddenly wet.
"Fuck, Percy," she whispered, her voice thick with lust. "You're so fucking hard for me."
She wrapped her hand around his cock, her fingers barely able to meet around the thick shaft. Percy groaned, his hips thrusting forward, seeking more contact. Clarisse's hand pumped him, her thumb rubbing over the sensitive head, spreading the pre-cum around.
Percy's breath came in short, sharp gasps, his body tensing as pleasure slammed through him. He looked at her, their gazes locked as she stroked him, teased him, drove him to the edge.
"Fuck, Clarisse," he growled, his voice thick with lust. "I want to be inside you."
Clarisse smirked, her thumb pressing harder on the head of his cock, making him hiss in pleasure. "You will be," she promised. "But first, I want you to taste me."
Before Percy could react, she pushed him to his knees in front of her, undoing her armour as she went.
He looked up at her as her breast were exposed from beneath her armor, her nipples already hardening.
"Suck them, Percy," she said.
Percy didn't hesitate, his hands cupping her ass, his mouth capturing one nipple, then the other, sucking and biting. Clarisse moaned softly, her fingers in his hair, pushing his head hard against her.
“That’s it, you little fucker,” she growled. “Suck my tits like you mean it.”
His mouth moved from one nipple to the other, his teeth nipping and biting, his tongue licking and sucking.
Clarisse's moans filled the air, her fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer. Percy's cock throbbed against his stomach, desperate for release.
"Enough," Clarisse said, her voice hoarse with desire. She pushed him back roughly, and he fell onto his ass. She quickly shimmied out of the rest of her armor, her boots, and her pants, until she stood before him completely naked.
She was a picture of strength and femininity, her muscles toned and defined, her skin glowing in the moonlight.
Percy's cock throbbed at the sight of her, his mouth watering at the thought of tasting her. Clarisse saw the desire in his eyes and smirked, reaching down to grip his cock firmly.
"You want this, don't you, Jackson?" she taunted, her voice low and sultry. "You want to fuck me, don't you?"
Percy growled, his hips thrusting up into her hand. "You know I do, Clarisse.”
Clarisse smiled, a wicked, hungry smile that sent shivers down Percy's spine. “Prove it” she said dragging her pussy up over his chest leaving a trail of wetness behind his. She settled over his mouth. “Prove how badly you want to fuck my hot little pussy.” Claris’s purred the command as she lowered her body, her glistening folds pressing against Percy’s lips. His tongue darted out, tasting her salty, sweet essence, and he moaned deep in his throat. He gripped her hips tightly, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he pulled her closer, wanting more of her taste, more of her.
“That’s it, Jackson,” Clarisse hissed, grinding herself against his mouth. “Lick me like the little slut I am. Make me come with your tongue.”
Percy’s mouth was greedy, his tongue lapping at her, tasting every inch of her.
He worked her clit with the tip of his tongue, flicking it quickly, before sucking it into his mouth and humming. Clarisse threw her head back, her hips bucking as pleasure shot through her.
“Fuck, yes,” she moaned, her fingers gripping his hair tighter, pulling him closer. “Right there, Percy. Suck my clit, make me come.”
Percy complied, his mouth enveloping her clit, his tongue working it mercilessly. He could feel her body tensing, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
She was close, so fucking close. He redoubled his efforts, his tongue working her clit like a fucking drum, his fingers digging into her ass, pulling her against his face.
"Fuck, Percy," she moaned, her body trembling. "I'm gonna—I'm gonna come. Yes. Right. Fucking. There."
Her body convulsed, her pussy clamping down on his tongue as she came, her juices flooding his mouth. He lapped at her, drinking her down, his cock throbbing with need.
Clarisse came hard, her body bucking and shaking as she rode the waves of pleasure. She tried to pull away, her body too sensitive, but Percy held her in place, his mouth devouring her until she was a shaking, gasping mess.
When she finally managed to pull away, her breath was coming in ragged gasps, her body still trembling with aftershocks. Percy looked up at her, his face glistening with her juices, a wicked smile on his lips.
"You taste fucking incredible, Clarisse," he growled, his voice hoarse with desire. He reached up, his hands gripping her hips, pulling her back down onto his face. His tongue darted out, licking her clean, tasting every drop of her arousal. Clarisse gasped, her body still sensitive from her orgasm, but she could feel her desire reigniting at the sight of him. Percy was fucking her with his tongue, his mouth sucking and licking her like a man starved. She could feel her body responding, her hips moving against his face, seeking more of his touch. "Gods, Percy," she moaned, her fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer. "Don't stop. Please, don't stop." Percy's tongue worked her mercilessly, his hands gripping her ass, pulling her against his face.
Her moans filled the woods, echoing through the trees as he licked her ass, exploring every inch of her with his tongue. Clarisse's body tensed, her fingers gripping his hair tighter, her hips moving against his face, seeking more of his touch. Her breath came in ragged gasps, her body already aching for more.
"Oh, gods," she moaned, her voice a desperate plea. "Don't stop, Percy.
Clarisse's breath hitched in her chest, the words escaping her lips in a desperate plea. She could feel him, could feel the wetness of his tongue, the heat of his breath against her most intimate place. Her body ached, craved more of his attention. She knew she was being cruel, that she was using him, but she couldn't stop now. She needed this, needed him.
Clarisse straddled him, her knees pressing into the soft earth, her pussy grinding against his face. Percy groaned into her, his hands gripping her hips, pulling her against him. She could feel him, could feel the length of his cock pressing against her stomach, could taste the saltiness of her own arousal on his tongue.
"You're so fucking good at this, Jackson," she growled, her voice thick with desire.
"I knew you were. I've seen the way you look at me, the way your cock gets hard when you think no one's watching. I can't believe Annabeth hasn't figured it out yet. But I have. I know what you want, Percy. And you want fucking me, don't you?"
Clarisse leaned down, her lips brushing against his ear, her voice low and sultry. "You want to fuck me, don't you, Percy? You want to bury that big cock of yours deep inside my tight little pussy. You want to feel me clamping down on you, milking you for every fucking drop. You want to make me scream your name, don't you, Percy?
You want to fuck me like you mean it." Clarisse's words were a low, sultry whisper, her breath hot on his ear. He could feel her body trembling with desire, her hips moving against his face, seeking more of his touch. Her words sent a jolt of heat straight to his cock, and he growled low in his throat, his hands tightening on her hips.
Percy flipped her over, his grip on her hips tight as he positioned her on her back, her legs spread wide. He loomed over her, his gaze raking over her naked body, taking in the full glory of her. Clarisse's breath hitched in her chest, her eyes locked onto his, a mix of defiance and desire burning in their depths.
"That's it, Jackson," she taunted, her voice thick with lust. "Show me what you've got.
Fuck me, Percy," Clarisse taunted, her voice a low, sultry purr. Percy didn't hesitate. He thrust into her, burying his cock deep inside her wet, waiting pussy.
Clarisse gasped, her back arching off the ground as she took him in. Her fingers gripped his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin as she urged him deeper. Percy groaned, the sound ripping from his throat as he began to move, his hips slamming into hers with a force that matched the intensity of his desire.
The woods around them seemed to disappear, the world narrowing down to just the two of them, their bodies locked together, their breaths mingling, their moans echoing through the night air. Percy's cock filled her completely, the sensation overwhelming, sending shivers of pleasure racing through her body.
Clarisse’s eyes locked onto his, her lips curled into a wicked smile as she pulled herself off him, his cock sliding out of her with a wet, sucking sound. Before he could react, she turned around and straddled him, facing away. Percy's eyes widened in surprise, but then darkened with desire as he saw her reach back, her hand gripping his cock, positioning it at her entrance. Clarisse looked back at him over her shoulder, her smile taunting.
“You like to watch, don’t you, Jackson?” she whispered, her voice thick with lust. “You like to see my tight little body taking every inch of your cock.”
Percy growled, his hands gripping her hips, helping her lower herself onto him. He watched as she took him in, her muscles stretching to accommodate him, her breath coming in short gasps.
Then she began to move, her hips rising and falling, impaling herself on him over and over again. Clarisse moaned, riding him faster, her body slamming down onto him, her fingers digging into his chest. Percy's breath came in ragged gasps, his body tensing as pleasure slammed through him. He could feel every inch of her, could feel the way her body clenched around him, milking him for every drop. "You're so tight, so fucking hot." Clarisse leaned back, her hands bracing herself on his thighs as she rode him harder, faster. Her body was slick with sweat, her breath coming in sharp gasps. "That's it, Jackson," she taunted, her voice thick with desire. "Fuck me harder. Make me scream.
Her clit ground against his hard pubic bone, the friction sending electric shocks of pleasure through her body. Clarisse threw her head back, her breasts bouncing with each thrust. She reached down, her hand seeking out her clit, needing more, needing the extra stimulation to push her over the edge. She rubbed it, her fingers moving in quick circles, matching the rhythm of her hips against his. Percy watched, his eyes dark with lust, his jaw clenched as he fought to hold back his own release.
"Fuck, Clarisse," he groaned, his voice a low rumble in his chest. "You're so fucking hot. You're driving me insane." He reached up, his hands gripping her breasts, his thumbs rubbing over her nipples, sending sparks of pleasure straight to her core.
"That's it, Percy," she moaned, her hips moving faster, slamming down onto him with force. "Harder, Percy. Fuck me harder."
Percy's grip on her hips tightened, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he matched her rhythm, their bodies slapping together with each thrust. Clarisse's moans filled the air, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps as she rode him, chasing her release. Her hand worked her clit frantically, the sensation of his cock filling her, combined with her own touch, pushing her closer and closer to the edge.
"Fuck, Percy," she panted, her body trembling with exertion and pleasure.
"Right there, don't stop, don't you dare stop." Her fingers moved faster on her clit, matching the relentless pace of his hips. She could feel it building, the pressure coiling tighter and tighter in her core. Percy's grip on her hips tightened, his fingers digging into her flesh as he thrust up into her, meeting her stroke for stroke.
Clarisse tossed her head back, her body convulsing as the orgasm ripped through her. Her inner muscles clenched around Percy's cock, milking him as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her. She cried out, her voice raw with ecstasy, her body shaking with the force of her release. The woods seemed to fade away, the world narrowing down to just the two of them, joined together in the most intimate act.
Clarisse moaned loudly, the sound echoing through the trees as Percy's cock filled her completely. She could feel every inch of him, could feel the friction of his skin against hers, could feel the heat of his body as he thrust into her with a force that matched the intensity of his desire. The sensation was overwhelming, and she knew she couldn't hold back any longer. Her body convulsed, her inner muscles clenching around him as she came, her cry of pleasure echoing through the night air. Percy groaned, his grip on her hips tightening as he felt her come, felt her body milking him, drawing his own release from deep within him. He couldn't hold back any longer, he— suddenly Charisse stood, pulling her pussy violently off his cock.
Percy groaned in protest, but she quickly turned, attacking him again.
"What are you—?" Percy started to ask, but she cut him off by straddling his face again, her pussy mere inches from his mouth.
"Shut up and eat me, you dirty fucking bastard," she hissed, grinding her pussy against his face. "You're going to make me come again, and then I’ll see if you’re allowed to come.”
Percy growled in annoyance. He was so close to orgasm.
His balls were tight, his cock throbbing with need. But Clarisse had other plans. She ground herself against his lips, her juices coating them. "Taste yourself on me, Jackson," she taunted. "Lick me clean."
Percy hesitated for a moment, but the scent of her arousal was too much. He flicked his tongue out, tasting the mix of their flavors on her skin. He groaned, the vibrations sending shivers through Clarisse's body. She gasped, her hips moving against his mouth, seeking more contact. Percy's tongue explored her, lapping up every drop of her essence, savoring the taste of her.
He gripped her hips firmly, steadying her as she began to grind against his face, her hips moving in a rhythm that matched the flick of his tongue against her clit.
"Fuck, yes, Percy," Clarisse moaned, her fingers gripping his hair tightly, pulling his face harder against her. "Right there, don't you dare stop."
Percy obeyed, his tongue working her clit in quick, relentless circles, his nose nuzzling against her, inhaling her scent.
Clarisse's breath hitched, her body tensing as she felt the orgasm building, the pressure coiling tightly in her core. She threw her head back, her hair cascading down her back, her body trembling with anticipation.
"Yes, Jackson, right there," she moaned, her fingers tightening in his hair, urging him on. "Don't stop, don't you dare stop."
Percy's tongue flicked faster, his mouth sucking and licking her, his moans vibrating against her sensitive flesh. Clarisse's body convulsed, her hips bucking against his face as the orgasm ripped through her. She cried out, her voice hoarse with pleasure, her body shaking with the force of her release.
"Fuck, Percy!" she screamed, her body clenching around nothing, her juices coating his face. Eager to continue fucking her pussy and finally get off himself he tried to push her off him. But as he did she simply stood and began walking away from him, gathering her clothes. “What the fuck are you playing at Clarissa?” He did gesturing to his painfully hard cock. “I have cum yet.” He demanded. She smiled cruelly as she pulled on her pants. “But I have” she said innocently . “You, on the other hand, still have to prove yourself.”
Percy growled, standing up, his cock jutting out painfully. “You’re a fucking tease, Clarisse.”
She turned to face him, her eyes gleaming with malice. “And you love it. You want me, Percy. You want my tight little pussy on your cock. You want to feel me come around you.”
She stepped closer, her hand wrapping around his cock, her thumb rubbing over the sensitive head. Percy hissed, his hips bucking into her touch.
"Fuck, Clarisse," he growled, his voice thick with lust and frustration. "You're playing with fire."
Clarisse smiled, her eyes darkening with desire. She released his cock, her hand trailing down to cup his balls, gently squeezing. "I am playing with fire, Percy. And I intend to get burned."
She pushed him over and he fell flat on his ass. Before she scooped up the rest of his clothes and ran off. “See you round Jackson.” She called laughing.
“ I will keep you in suspense Jackson! I’ll see you around!”
Percy watched her go, his hard cock jutting out painfully, his body aching for release. He couldn’t believe she had left him like that, hard and unsatisfied. But he knew she had the upper hand, he had to play her game because she knew about him and Rachel. “Fuck.” He thought how am I supposed to get back to my cabin without someone seeing me butt naked.
I'll have to find a way to sneak back, he clenched his teeth then started to walk back to his cabin in frustration.
Just as soon as he figured out how to get his dick soft enough to put his damn clothes back on. Well once he found his clothes.
He walked through the woods, the trees swaying slightly in the breeze. He felt a presence, a familiar one, but he couldn’t pinpoint it. He looked around, squinting into the shadows, but there was nothing.
He shrugged it off, continuing to walk.