Percy and Annabeth walked into Pandemonium, the premier night club for the Phalanx. The sounds of monsters and Phalanx members hooting and hollering at the strippers on stage filled the air. Percy couldn't help but take in the sights, his eyes scanning the room before settling on Annabeth.
"You look amazing in that dress," Percy said, his eyes lingering on Annabeth's backless red dress. "It really makes your ass and breasts look great."
Annabeth rolled her eyes, a playful smile on her face. "Of course you would be ogling my ass and breasts," she said, making a jab at Percy's obvious admiration.
They made their way to their private booth, sipping ambrosia and discussing their latest victory. Annabeth mentioned how they caught a Child of Zeus to burn alive for the ritual.
Percy made a sinister joke about burning someone alive, causing Annabeth to purr with pleasure. She imagined him behind her, pulling her hair and spanking her ass.
Annabeth was wearing fancy threaded black open backless lingerie, and she got on all fours. Percy couldn't help but stare at her bottom, which made him go feral.
He kissed and threaded his hands through Annabeth's butt, teasing her taint with his tongue. After some playful spanking, he fucked her from behind, feeling his pelvis against her butt and watching her sweat glisten on her naked back.
Percy's strongest memory was of the first time he killed someone, which fueled his dark desires. Annabeth reveled in her own power, knowing that she and Percy were the ones responsible for this new world order.
They entered the grand hall of Camp PureBlood, where the Greek gods were shown in the most depraved and monstrous ways imaginable. Percy couldn't help but feel a twisted sense of pride.
Annabeth made a clever joke about the so-called gods being brought down to their knees. Percy agreed, knowing that they were the ones in charge now.
A messenger arrived, announcing that they had captured another enemy. Percy ordered for them to be brought to the Pit, where they would fight for their lives.
Percy and Annabeth made their way to the Pit, feeling the anticipation build. The smell of fear and blood was intoxicating, and Percy could feel the power within him stirring.
They watched as Thalia, once a fierce member of the Resistance, battles for her life in the arena. Percy could feel a sense of pride as she fell to their combined might.
Annabeth whispered in Percy's ear, teasing him about their first time together. Percy's hand found her ass, squeezing it gently as they made their way to their private quarters.
Their apartment was adorned with the spoils of war, trophies from their victories over the pathetic humans and half-bloods who dared to oppose them.
Percy and Annabeth made love, reveling in their power and lust. They were the ones in charge now, and they would enjoy every moment of it.
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