Enchanted Rivalry on the Argo II

The Argo II sliced through the clouds toward New Rome, its bronze hull humming with Leo's latest tweaks. Jason Grace leaned against the rail, jaw tight as he watched Annabeth Chase pore over maps. "Percy's always the hero, isn't he? Saving the day while we play catch-up," Jason muttered, his jealousy simmering. Annabeth shot him a sharp look, her gray eyes flashing. "Jealousy doesn't suit you, Grace. Percy's achievements are ours too—focus on the prophecy instead of pouting."

Piper and Leo were below deck, leaving the upper deck quiet. Jason whispered an ancient spell under his breath, a subtle glow in his eyes. Annabeth blinked, her posture shifting as a new hunger stirred. "Jason, you look... different. Stronger. Why don't we find somewhere private to talk strategy?" she said, voice laced with sudden wit. He grinned, leading her to a shadowed alcove near the engine room. "Strategy? Or are you finally admitting you want more than maps with me?"

The tension crackled as Annabeth pressed close, her hands bold. "Don't flatter yourself—I'm horny, not helpless. But that hard cock of yours is distracting." Jason's spell had her dripping wet already, and she dropped to her knees for a blowjob, sucking with fierce control. He groaned, snapping photos and recordings on his phone. "That's it, take it deep—your pussy's going to feel even better."

They shifted, Annabeth bending over a crate, ass presented as she commanded, "Fuck me hard, Jason. Make it count." He thrust into her wet pussy, both sweating and panting as he pounded deeper. She came first, clenching around him, then he followed, spilling cum inside with a grunt. The recordings captured every moan and thrust.

Jason whispered the reset word. Annabeth straightened, confused but composed. "Must've been the altitude—thought I was checking the hull for leaks." She smirked, strong as ever. "Don't let Percy get all the glory when we arrive."

As she walked away, Jason pocketed his phone, already planning the next quiet spot.