Percy Jackson does not belong to me.
English is not my native language.
Chapter 2
Percy walked through the fields of Camp Half-Blood, feeling a lightness he hadn't experienced in a long time. Not that everything was resolved, or that his pain had completely disappeared, but the time spent with Katie Gardner had helped him reconnect with reality, to step out from the heavy shadow he had been carrying. He still thought about Annabeth, of course, but now in a less overwhelming way. The camp, with its familiar atmosphere, felt more like home than an escape.
As he passed by the training arena, Percy spotted a few campers in a sword-fighting class and waved at a group. Travis Stoll, as always, didn't miss a chance to joke.
"Jackson, I heard you're back, and guess what? We've got a bunch of traps to test!" He said with a mischievous grin.
Percy laughed, feeling more at ease than before. "Not today, Travis. But I'll think about it." He patted the demigod on the shoulder before continuing on his way.
In the center of the camp, he found Chiron supervising some archery exercises. The centaur, as always, was calm, but his expression softened when he saw Percy approaching.
"Percy! It's good to see you readjusting," said Chiron, moving gracefully in his wheelchair. "How are you feeling?"
Percy stopped next to him, watching the young campers. "Better. I think I needed some time... and a few good conversations," he said with a slight smile.
Chiron nodded, his gaze always wise. "We all need moments like that, even heroes. Especially heroes."
Percy remained silent for a moment before asking: "And how are things around here? Any news?"
"Relatively calm," Chiron replied, though his tone suggested that something was always lurking. "Though Dionysus has been more patient than usual lately, which is... peculiar."
"Now that's news," Percy laughed. "I'll stop by and see how he's doing."
Percy found Mr. D in the Dining Pavilion, sipping from a goblet (probably disguised grape juice). The god looked at him with that same bored expression, but there was a flicker of curiosity in his eyes.
"Ah, if it isn't my favorite demigod," Dionysus said with his usual sarcastic tone. "Come to bother me while I try to get through my day without caring about mortal tragedies?"
"It's good to see you too, Mr. D," Percy replied, sitting across from him. "How's everything?"
"Boring, as usual," Dionysus shrugged. "Nothing a game of cards with Argus can't fix. But tell me, boy, what are you scheming? Don't tell me you want something."
Percy shrugged. "Actually, I'm just trying to get used to being here again. Enjoy the fresh air before another monster shows up to attack me."
Dionysus raised an eyebrow. "You seem calmer. What happened? Found a talking tree to share your feelings with?"
Percy laughed. "Nothing quite that poetic, but... let's just say I found someone who helped me see things differently."
The god raised his goblet, staring into the liquid. "Ah, youth. Always thinking life will improve with someone else." He took a sip. "Well, good luck with that, Jackson. Just don't forget that life rarely gets easy for people like you."
Percy nodded, recognizing the truth in Dionysus's words, but at the same time feeling that he was starting to forge his own path. The weight he had been carrying was slowly lifting, and the camp, with its routines and friendships, was helping him rebuild.
He left Dionysus muttering about his drink and walked back to the center of the camp. The familiar faces and energy now comforted him in a way he had forgotten. Percy knew there was still a long way to go for his full recovery, but for now, he allowed himself to enjoy the moment. After all, he had Camp Half-Blood and his friends to help him rebuild — one step at a time.
The week passed faster than Percy expected. As he grew accustomed to the routine of Camp Half-Blood again, he started to feel that the weight of everything that had happened was getting easier to bear. He had his space, his friends, and slowly reconnected with who he was outside of Annabeth's shadow.
One day, during an afternoon training session, Chiron asked Percy to help guide some of the newer campers. Percy didn't mind the task, in fact, he was starting to find purpose in teaching. When he arrived at the arena, he found three new demigods who clearly had never held a sword before.
"Hey, guys, ready for some action?" Percy asked with a smile.
The three looked at him with different expressions. The first, a girl with short hair and a determined look, seemed eager to get started. Her name was Lia, daughter of Ares. She had already shown some natural talent for combat but lacked discipline.
"I'm more than ready, Percy," Lia said, crossing her arms. "Just give me a sword and I'll take care of the rest."
Beside her, Jonas, a skinny boy with glasses, son of Athena, seemed uncomfortable with the idea of close combat. "I... prefer strategy," he muttered, looking at the sword with distrust.
Percy laughed. "We'll work on that too, Jonas. You'll see that even strategists need practice on the battlefield."
The last one was Marco, a son of Hermes, who seemed more interested in observing the others than actually participating. He had a mischievous smile and, whenever Percy said something, Marco responded with a joke or provocative comment.
"Swords aren't really my thing, but I'll try not to cut my hand," he said, winking at Percy.
Percy spent the afternoon training the trio, each with their own challenges. Lia was fearless but too aggressive, needing a balance between strength and control. Jonas was intelligent but hesitant, needing more confidence in himself. And Marco... well, Marco was a case apart, always avoiding the rules, but with a natural talent for quick, evasive movements.
At the end of the day, Percy felt a different kind of satisfaction. Teaching the new campers reminded him of his own beginnings at camp, and that, in some way, re-energized him.
"You all did a good job today," he said, waving to the trio as they parted ways. "Lia, work on your precision. Jonas, try to loosen up more. Marco... well, try not to cheat so much."
The three laughed, and Percy realized that, little by little, he was finding a new reason to be there. Perhaps guiding the next generation was what he needed to rediscover himself.
At the end of the week, after days full of training and responsibilities, Percy decided he deserved a moment of rest. He walked to the lake in the late afternoon, with the sun already low on the horizon, reflecting on the calm surface of the water. The place was one of his favorite spots in the camp, a space where he could disconnect from the chaos and simply exist.
He took off his shoes and waded into the water, feeling the familiar sensation of being in his element. The water was always a source of comfort for him, clearing his mind and relaxing his muscles. He closed his eyes for a moment, letting the serenity of the environment take over.
That's when he felt a slight movement in the water, something different from the natural waves. Opening his eyes, he saw a figure slowly emerging from the lake. It was a naiad, one of the water nymphs, with long dark hair that floated around her face. Her eyes shone with a quiet curiosity, and she approached Percy without haste.
"You've been coming here more often, Percy Jackson," she said, her voice as soft as the sound of the water.
Percy smiled, recognizing the naiad. He had seen her before but had never really spoken to her. He knew her name was Calítoe, but nothing more.
"It's my favorite place to relax," he replied, his voice calm. "And you? What brings you here?"
She laughed lightly, a musical sound. "I live here, so... you could say I'm always around."
The naiad swam closer, stopping in front of him. Her eyes watched him with a mix of curiosity and attraction. "You carry a lot of weight, Percy. The water can ease your mind, but there are other kinds of relief you can find..."
Percy looked at her, understanding what she was offering. There was something deeply relaxing about her presence, and the way she touched him, gentle and soft, seemed to dissolve any remaining tension in his body. He didn't resist when she wrapped her arms around his neck, their bodies naturally coming closer. Their lips met, and the sensation was unlike anything he had ever experienced before. Her touch was like the water itself: fluid, enveloping, and welcoming.
Without rushing, the naiad guided him to the depths of the lake. Percy, without hesitation, let himself be carried by the moment, feeling the warmth of her body blend with the coolness of the water around them. Each touch was careful, and the sensation of being so deeply connected made him forget the outside world. There were no expectations, no weight of battles or losses—just the present, fluid like the currents of the lake.
"Percy, do you like what you see?" Calítoe murmured, her voice as soft as the water surrounding them. She moved closer, her eyes gleaming with a mixture of provocation and desire.
Percy looked at her, her long, wet hair clinging to her slender body. Her chest stood out with a natural sensuality that matched her ethereal beauty. He didn't need to respond with words—his body, especially his obvious arousal, spoke for itself.
Calítoe smiled as she noticed. "Wow..." she whispered, her gaze drifting down to Percy's erection, her growing desire clear in her expression. "You are... so big." Her voice was husky, filled with anticipation.
Slowly, she knelt in the water, her delicate fingers lightly brushing over Percy's member, her touch both exploratory and confident. Percy let out a quiet groan at the contact, and Calítoe's smile turned more playful. With a graceful touch, she wrapped her hand around him, gently stroking him with a teasing rhythm.
With smooth grace, she slid her hands down the waistband of Percy's pants, tugging them off as he let himself sink deeper into the tension of the moment. When his erection was fully exposed, Calítoe's eyes lit up, a breath of admiration escaping her lips.
"It's even bigger up close..." she murmured, her voice a mix of desire and fascination.
Without another word, Calítoe brought her lips to the tip of Percy's member, teasing him with her tongue while her fingers held him firmly. Percy felt a wave of pleasure wash over him, groaning softly at the naiad's touch.
Every movement Calítoe made was calculated and enticing, her mouth moving along the length of Percy's member with delicate precision. She alternated between soft caresses and deeper strokes, making Percy moan louder as his excitement grew.
When she finally pulled back, a spark of desire still danced in her eyes. Calítoe stood up, her naked body glistening under the moonlight's reflection on the water. She slowly turned, leaning forward as she lifted her hips, offering herself to Percy with sensual patience.
"Come, Percy... take me," she said, her voice low and filled with desire. Her body was completely exposed, her smooth, wet skin shining under the moonlight as she waited, with quiet sensuality.
Percy stepped forward, aligning himself with her. He teased her briefly, brushing his tip against her clit before finally entering her, feeling the tight warmth of the naiad completely envelop him. Calítoe arched her back and let out a deep, prolonged moan, her fingers digging into the earth as Percy began to move inside her, finding a steady and deep rhythm.
"Hades... Percy..." she gasped, her voice thick with pleasure.
Each movement made their bodies connect with intense harmony, as Percy's thrusts grew faster and deeper. The sound of the water around them matched the growing rhythm of their movements. The pleasure was intoxicating, and the naiad responded to each thrust with soft, needy moans, her body pressing against him as she gave in to the moment.
The firm thrusts and their moans echoed around, and the world faded away as Percy gave himself completely to the moment. The sound of their bodies joining was almost as rhythmic as the murmur of the surrounding waters.
The intensity between Percy and Calítoe only grew as he moved inside her, their bodies synchronized in a dance of pleasure. Percy felt the rising heat build in his abdomen, and the urgency of his orgasm was approaching faster than he expected.
"Great gods... Percy..." Calítoe moaned, her voice broken by pleasure. "You're so good... hit me, Percy... make me feel more..."
Caught up in the moment, Percy obeyed, delivering a few firm slaps to the curve of her raised hips. The sound of the impact echoed across the lake's edge, and Calítoe's moans grew louder with each slap, her pleasure intensifying as their connection deepened.
"Calítoe…! I'm almost there..." Percy strained to hold back, but the pressure inside him was about to explode.
"Come inside me, Percy... I want to feel you... fill me with your seed..." Calítoe begged, her voice hoarse with desire, her hips pushing back against him, urging him to release everything he was holding in.
Percy couldn't hold back any longer. With a deep groan, he reached his climax, his body shuddering as waves of pleasure crashed through him. "Calítoe…! Ughh..." he cried out as the first burst of his release filled her, more and more following in powerful waves as he emptied himself inside her, every thrust driving him deeper into the height of ecstasy.
Calítoe let out a loud, almost primal cry, feeling the warmth of Percy's release fill her completely, her moans echoing around the water as her entire body trembled with the intensity of her own climax.
"Gods... you were amazing, Percy..." she whispered breathlessly, her body relaxing against his after the powerful climax, her head resting on the grass, completely spent.
Percy was breathing heavily, still feeling the remnants of pleasure pulsing through him. "And you... with that perfect body of yours..." he muttered, a tired smile tugging at his lips.
As the moment began to settle, the two remained in peaceful silence, lying together under the stars. Calítoe rested her head on Percy's chest, and he felt a sense of calm he hadn't felt in a long time. For a few moments, it was as if the world had stopped spinning, and he could finally just... be.
"You're stronger than you realize, Percy Jackson," she said softly, gazing up at the sky. "And there's so much more ahead. Enjoy these moments while you can."
Percy smiled, feeling renewed. Her words made sense in a way he could barely explain. He felt lighter, more connected to himself and the world around him. It was a new beginning.
As the naiad slowly disappeared back into the lake, Percy remained there, taking a deep breath and absorbing the moment. Life, he realized, could still be full of pleasant surprises. And he was ready for whatever came next.
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