Percy Jackson and the Curse of Lust

Here's a boating hack for your next trip to Hawaii. If you want to get right-of-way every time on the water, pull into harbor atop a pirate ship that looked like it sailed out of two centuries ago, with a huge gash in its side dangerously close to the waterline and towering black sails. 

I watched a million dollar speed boat zip along the waves before stopping dead, its driver sliding down his sunglasses to gape at us as we passed. They weren't the only ones. Fishing boats, jet skis, and even a cruise ship stopped to give us looks. I think the cruise thought we were a tourist attraction, because the passengers cheered for us

"Land Ahoooooooooy!" a pirate in the crow's nest screamed.

The part of my brain that naturally tracked our position at sea told me we were five minutes out from our destination, and closing in quick. I paced on the deck. It was crazy to think we were finally here— and we didn't even have to worry about being chased.

The TV on deck, the same one Hylla watched our progress from before we reached San Francisco, had a news bulletin on it. A son of Hermes read from a teleprompter in a neutral monotone. Alone the base of the screen was a bulletin.

Syclla, Charybdis, discovered dead this morning off the shore of the west coast. Cause of death: neighborly squabble?

That put to rest the last worry we had left: maybe the deadly monsters were only stunned, and they would catch us up in no time. But they really hadn't moved. Echidna was vaporized, probably reforming somewhere in the deepest cranny of Tartarus, while the monster army she collected to capture me must have been breaking apart, spreading to the winds without their leader. It almost seemed too good to be true.

Except that we'd earned it, and I thought we deserved at least this much good luck, after everything.

"Prepare to disembark, boys!" Blackbeard howled.

He was all the way at the front of the boat, pirates collecting around him. Standing just a short distance back, I watched them with Hylla at my side.

"Don't worry," she said, dressed once more in flashy captain's clothes (instead of bound up in my helpful ropes). "I will make sure they stay controlled.

"Aw, let them have some fun," I said. "They deserve to cut loose a little bit. Just don't, you know, let them sack the island."

"I will try," Hylla said gravely.

"Wait, they would actually do that? I was only joking—"

The boat jolted as gentle waves pitched us forward onto the beach.

In case you're wondering, no, you are not supposed to ride ships straight out of the water onto land. Proper protocol is to drop the anchor and row to shore in dinghies. But the pirates knew they had me to get them seabound again, and they were just so excited to be here that whoever was steering aimed straight up onto the shore.

Sunbathers screamed and ran away. Pirates jumped off the deck, howling and cheering, hitting the sand with heavy thuds.

Hylla raced forward like a cat owner whose pet was somewhere they shouldn't be. "Hey, hey! What are you getting up to right now? Hey!"

She leaped overboard after them, chasing them down. I was sure she could handle it.

I clambered down more gracefully, Annabeth and the rest of the girls following, except for Emily who was standing with Blackbeard while the ex-captain pulled on a system of ropes.

When we hit the beach it looked about like what I expected. There were people all over it, and most've them just looked like they had money. If you've ever walked through parts of Tribeca, you'd know the feeling. But that vibe was being completely disrupted by the big, hairy, dirty men running along the beach, laughing and kicking sand at each other.

"Stop that!" Hylla snapped, trying to marshal her men. She whipped around as another one stomped on a kid's sand castle, making the boy burst into tears. "Hey!"

"Should we help her?" Lou Ellen wondered.

"Eh, I'm sure she can handle it," I said.

"Hey. Hey!"

While Hylla worked so hard to keep her crew under control, a voice said, "Percy?"

Turning, I found the girl we traveled all this way to find staring at us. Rachel Elizabethe Dare wore a pink sundress that I just knew her dad had bribed her to get her into, because it was the complete opposite of her usual style. A thin, tall blond boy stood beside her, wearing a button-up shirt over top of his swim trunks. When Rachel stopped to stare at us, he took advantage of her distraction to wrap an arm around her shoulder, which she was too surprised to buck off.

"Careul," he said, "there's hooligans out!"

He would've been better off keeping quiet. His warning made Rachel notice the arm, and she quickly extricated herself with a sour look.

"You made it!" she said, ignoring him completely in favor of approaching me. 

"Well, just about," I said.

"And in only a week, too! That's better than I expected!"

She gave me a quick hug, then gave another one to Annabeth. The other girls got a knowing look about why they were here, but that was all.

"You know these… people?" asked the blond boy.

The way he said 'people' started off sour as he looked at me, but quickly turned pleasant as he noticed the beautiful girls behind me.

"Thomas?" I guessed.

He flashed a vain smile. "Rachel spoke of me, I assume?"

"Er, yeah." She had called the annoying son of her dad's friend, and looked like she was talking about a roach as she did it, but I didn't have to tell him that.

Speaking of Rachel's dad, Mr. Dare appeared suddenly beside Thomas.

"I have no idea what's happening," he said, "but it seems to me that a band of homeless ruffians are assaulting the hotel beach!"

"Perhaps they're immigrants?" Thomas suggested. "They arrived in a boat, and they certainly look dirty enough."

"Whatever the case, I'm sure the staff will deal with them soon," said Mr. Dare. "If not, then the police can handle it! I'm not paying to be accosted by a bunch of low-brow nobodies… Percy?"

Rachel's dad finally noticed me. We never got along great, but we'd been civil in the past. It was years since we had seen each other, though, and since I wasn't trying to tag along on his daughter's vacations anymore, I didn't need to try nearly as hard to keep my mouth shut.

Besides, the way he treated his ex-wife, tossing her away like an outdated model at the first signs of age…

"Mr. Dare," I said pleasantly. "You're looking great! Really rocking those gray hairs."

The man jerked as if struck, frantically patting his red hair as if trying to yank out any gray bits on the spot.

"Percy's on vacation too!" Rachel said happily. "And he picked the same hotel we did. Isn't that such a coincidence."

"Yes," Mr. Dare said, "in fact, I can't think of anything more surprising."

I was pretty sure it was meant to be a dig about my economic class, but I couldn't help but say, "I can think of something more surprising."

Just then, I heard the squeak of gears from the pirate ship. A dinghy had been properly rigged up, being lowered slowly onto the bench like a floating stage. Blackbeard himself handled the ropes, making sure the descent was smooth, while right in the center somebody stood on full display.

In an elaborate frilly dress that looked straight out of a noblewoman's closet from the eighteen hundreds, Emily Mcmillan Neé Dare stepped off the boat.

"Mom?" Rachel asked at the same time that Mr. Dare said, "Emily?"

She giggled as she glided up to us, her dress just short enough not to pick up any sand.

"See?" I said. "I told you it could get more surprising."

Hotel employees had just managed to gather up all the pirates, grouping them up and trying to force them off hotel property. But Emily quickly cupped her hands around her mouth, calling over, "Leave them, please! They're new guests. Just give me the bill for as many rooms as it takes!"

Then, while everyone was still staring at her, she bent down and gave Rachel a proper motherly hug.

O-O-O

"You brought my mom."

"Technically," I said, "your mom kind of brought herself."

"You brought my mom!"

I laughed awkwardly while Rachel stared me down.

We were sitting far up on the beach, down the shoreline from the hotel itself, leaving the chaos behind. We'd checked in. Emily got us rooms, and we stowed what stuff we had before heading for the beach, eager to kick back and relax.

Rachel and I went ahead because we hardly needed anything. She was already dressed for the beach, while I could splash around in regular clothes and dry them off with nothing but a thought.

"If it makes you feel better," I said, "we couldn't have gotten here without Emily. She paid for train tickets when we had no other way of traveling West. It was kind of hard not to bring her at that point."

Rachel looked like she wanted to keep arguing, but in the end she just sighed. 

"I'm glad you're here," she said. "And not just because of the curse. If I had to spend one more day around—"

"Him?" I asked, pointing.

Because there was Thomas, coming toward us down the beach. And he wasn't walking alone.

He was trailing our friends, all of whom had completely changed their clothes. I had to stop and stare.

Lou and Valentina were both in bikinis, but very different ones. Lou's was modest and blue, contrasting her pale skin. Valentina's was red and unbelievably sheer, to the point that it hardly covered her body at all, only shielding her crotch and nipples. It was scandalous, and completely in-character. 

Hylla had a bikini bottom with a shirt over her chest, while Annabeth and Clarisse both wore one-piece bathing suits. Probably the least surprising thing all day was that Artemis was the most modestly dressed. A hoodie multiple sizes too big for her covered her from the thighs up past her neck, her auburn hair pooled in the hood.

"I'm something of an investor," Thomas was saying, walking too close behind Valentina for his motives to be pure. "You should really see my portfolio. I'm not one to brag, but with that much money, I could buy out this hotel for a week. I could buy so many pairs of designer clothes… If I was motivated to."

Artemis's eye twitched. The boy had no idea how lucky he was that her powers weren't working right, or else Hawaii's Jackalope population would have risen by one a long time ago.

Clarisse was cracking her knuckles like she wanted to send Thomas packing her own way, but Valentina reacted first. 

Reaching me and Rachel, she hurled herself to the ground. Her lips locked with mine, and her tongue entered my mouth. She planted both my hands on her barely contained tits, pressing them against her flesh until I squeezed down. Her leg wedged itself between my legs, the knee rubbing my crotch in the most obvious way imaginable.

Finally, after fifteen seconds, she broke the kiss.

"I'm his," she told Thomas pleasantly. "So, if you don't mind…"

She meant for him to leave, but apparently that implication wasn't obvious enough. 

"Sure," Thomas said, turning straight to Artemis. "Say, have you ever heard about the benefits of crypto?"

Artemis dove onto me, squeezing in next to Valentina, and kissed me just as passionately. Thomas gaped.

When she was done, Artemis looked back at him. "Sorry," she said, her voice lacking even the slightest bit of sincerity.

All of the girls sat down on the towel, spacing themselves out around me.

"What?" Thomas said. "I mean… How?"

"Hey, we've been through a lot to get here," I told him. "Our car blew up. So did our train. Our second car ran away. And we fought two natural disasters intent on bringing about our demise… So could we enjoy our one day at the beach in peace?" When he still stood there frozen, I added, "Please?"

It wasn't a question, even though I phrased it like one. It wasn't even a suggestion. I was telling him to get lost. Finally, something got through.

With one last jealous look, Thomas shoved his hands in his swim trunks and stomped off, muttering about how I probably didn't even know what a shareholder was.

"Lou," Artemis said eagerly, turning her head toward the daughter of Hecate. "You can do it, right? The way that you said?"

Nodding slightly, Lou raised her hands. Mist swirled around them. I didn't notice anything happening. But after a while, I realized that our own little patch of beach was clearing out. No mortals were coming closer anymore.

"A bit of privacy," Artemis said. She rose, pulling me up by the hand. "Shall we take advantage?"

Then she ran, giggling, and pulled me toward the nearby rocks.

They were jagged and a bit taller than a person, but they didn't run all the way down to the water. Artemis led me around them, and on the other side, we found a sandy area shielded from view in both directions.

Artemis let go of my hand. She spun around, still looking at me and giggling. 

"Would you like to see a secret?" she asked.

"Hit me with it," I told her.

She pulled off her sweatshirt. My jaw dropped.

Her entire knockout body was on full display, tight in all the right places and glistening around the upper thighs, slick with arousal. Artemis twirled for me, showing off her fit ass and tight, perfectly-shaped back. When she was done she smiled nervously, holding out her arms as if to say, ta-da!

I grabbed her, squeezing her close.

We kissed while my hands rubbed the body she showed off so cutely. I gave her ass a light slap, then squeezed and rubbed the cheeks. One of my hands slid up her smooth back all the way to her shoulder blades. She was still a poor kisser, but she made up for her lack of skill with enthusiasm. Behind us, I heard a voice.

"We're a few seconds late, and they've already gotten started."

I broke the kiss to look toward the voice, finding Valentina standing with a hand on her hip, talking to Lou, who nodded fiercely.

"Well then," Valentina declared, "it seems like we'll just have to go and get ourselves involved!"

They walked over, Valentina swaying her hips seductively while Lou did her best to copy her. Missing the feeling of my mouth, Artemis started to suck at my neck and chin, nibbling me freely.

When the newcomers got to us, they grabbed one side of my shirt each, pulling it up over my head and forcing Artemis to jerk her face back. In the moment my face was away from the goddess, Lou wrapped her hands around my head and pulled me into a kiss. Artemis hissed like a cat at seeing her fun stolen, before contenting herself with suckling on my collarbone. 

Valentina, the only one getting no action, leaned in to whisper in my ear, "Touch me, Percy."

I only had one hand free, but it roamed her body at the open invitation. Her bikini bottom was nearly a thong, letting me group her huge, round, dark cheeks. My hand slid around and jammed under top, pinching her nipples and causing Valentina to moan. When it slid down her belly and found her slit, my fingers discovered sopping skin.

Valentina wrapped her hands around my wrist, stopping me.

"We're all ready," she said. "Let's not waste time."

She undid her bikini top, tossing it away. Lou did the same. They walked over to the rocks, and when she saw, Artemis joined them. They pressed their hands on the surface in front of them, bending their backs at ninety degree angles.

"Who will you start with?" Valentina asked.

I walked up to Artemis, right in the middle. The goddess gasped excitedly, giggling again.

I slammed her tight pussy from behind, feeling her gooey insides strain as they tried to accommodate me. Before Lou or Valentina could feel disappointed, I pushed aside the fabric of their swimsuits, digging my fingers into their moist holes. 

"Oh Perseus Jackson!" Artemis cried. "What a man you are!"

She came for the first time right after we started, utterly turned on. The sun was still out, high above us, bathing us in its warm rays. My fingers plunged in and out of Lou and Valentina, who were quickly screaming as loud as Artemis herself.

"Even your fingers are incredible!" Lou cried.

"Don't stop Papi!" Valentina begged me. "Fuck me forever! Treat this pussy like a playground!"

I hooked my fingers up, digging through them and pinching at their clits. My cock continued ramming into Artemis the whole time, fucking her increasingly-wet walls hard enough to make her ass recoil.

I took a moment to enjoy the view— Lou, pale and petite on the left; Artemis, athletic and oh-so-tight in the middle; Valentina, dark curvy and sultry on the right. I pulled my fingers out of the two on the sides just to slap their different but equally appealing asses, then jammed my fingers back inside before they had time to adjust to the absence.

The girls were all screaming now, not even making the slightest attempt to hide their voices. I hoped Lou's spell had some kind of noise dampening effect, otherwise even keeping mortals to five hundred feet away might not be enough to hide what we were up to. All three had cum at least once. The sand under their stretched pussy's was starting to look like the sand where the ocean was hitting— dark beige and matted down with moisture.

Grunting, I squeezed Valentina and Lou's clits harder than I had at any point yet. At the same time, I dragged my cock out of Artemis's pussy. I came, and as I did I turned my hips side to side, sharing the sticky white wads evenly between the three of them.

The girls all dropped to the sand when I was done, breathing hard while their legs shook. Lou and Valentina looked like they'd been properly fucked, even though my cock never touched them. I was getting ready to fix that second part when three shadows slid over us from further down the beach. Looking over I found Clarisse, Annabeth and Hylla standing there, eyeing us up.

"Our turn," Annabeth announced.

As they strutted over, pulling off swimsuits while they walked, I came to a decision.

I really, really liked Hawaii.