The next morning dawned humid over Camp Half-Blood, but Annabeth's skin still burned from Leo's touch. She slipped from Bunker 9 at first light, thighs sticky with his dried cum, braids tousled. A quick dip in the canoe lake washed away evidence, but not the ache between her legs—or the thrill gnawing her conscience.Jason Iris-messaged at breakfast, his image flickering in the pavilion mist. Golden hair perfect, praetor cloak impeccable, blue eyes warm but distant. "Hey, beautiful. Missed you last night. Everything okay?"Annabeth forced a smile, fork stabbing strawberries. Piper eyed her curiously across the table—daughter of Aphrodite senses tingled—but said nothing. "Fine. Worked late on the blueprints. Leo helped." Helped bury his cock in me until I screamed.Jason nodded, oblivious. "Good. Can't wait to see it. Senate's wrapping up—back this weekend. Love you." The mist dissolved. Love you. It sounded hollow now, compared to Leo's raw growls.By noon, she was back in the forge, "checking progress." Leo greeted her with a wicked grin, slamming the door with a lever he'd rigged. No words—just him yanking her into his lap on a sweltering throne of scrap metal, her skirt hiked up. "Missed this pussy already," he murmured, freeing his hard length and impaling her in one downward thrust.Annabeth rode him shamelessly, breasts bouncing free from her top, nails raking his chest as she ground down. His hands gripped her ass, guiding the rhythm—faster, deeper, the wet slap echoing louder than hammers. "Think about Grace watching," Leo taunted, thumb pressing her clit. "Bet he'd stroke himself seeing you cream on my dick."She came explosively, biting his shoulder to muffle cries, inner walls pulsing milk after milk from him. They fucked twice more that afternoon—once against the cooling racks, her legs wrapped around his waist; once with her on all fours, Leo pounding from behind while fingering her ass, promising "next time, both holes."Guilt hit post-orgasm, but addiction won. That night, Jason arrived unannounced, portaling in with praetor swagger. Campers cheered; Annabeth played the doting girlfriend, kissing him publicly. But in their cabin, his touches felt clinical—fingers probing dutifully, cock sliding in vanilla missionary. "You seem... different," he said after his quick finish, rolling off. "More confident.""Just training," she lied, faking her moans earlier. Inside, she compared: Jason's controlled strokes vs. Leo's feral claiming. No contest.Two days later, a quest alert blared—minor god stirring trouble near the forges. Chiron assigned Jason, Annabeth, and Leo: "Your skills complement perfectly."In the shadowed woods en route, Leo lagged behind with Annabeth under pretense of "scouting." Jason scouted ahead, ever the leader. Leo pinned her to an oak, ripping her panties aside. "Quick one, Wise Girl. Before hero boy notices."She was soaked, nodding frantically. He hiked her leg high, thrusting savagely—bark biting her back, leaves rustling cover for her gasps. "Gonna fill you up. Walk back leaking me." His pace brutalized her g-spot; she squirted around him, soaking his jeans, as he unloaded deep.They rejoined Jason minutes later, flushed. "Find anything?" Jason asked, eyes narrowing at Annabeth's disheveled state, the faint handprint on her thigh."Just tracks," Leo quipped, smirking. Annabeth's core clenched at the risk, cum trickling down her leg.Back at camp, Jason cornered her in the Big House. "What's going on, Annabeth? Bruises. That glow. Leo?"Her heart pounded. Lie? Confess? Or..."Tell me," he pressed, voice cracking—praetor mask slipping, revealing hurt.She met his eyes, pulse racing with dark excitement. "Maybe I need more than duty, Jason."Outside, Leo watched through the window, already hard. The forge awaited.
