"Long ago, the world was ruled by things beyond belief. Dragons laid claim to the skies. Sorcerers wielded rivers the way men now hold swords. Even blood was bent and used. In Valyria, they pulled power from the heart of their mountains and made monsters out of slaves, crossing them with hideous beasts best left in the dark. Even longer ago, the world was threatened by eternal ice, and fought back with the brightest light. Ask a maester of the Citadel and they'll explain the ways these things are nothing but myths. They never existed, except in the overeager minds of smallfolk. But the one thing maesters have never learned is uncertainty— the ability to acknowledge where knowing fails and believing holds power. Magic is real, Percy. Magic is horrible and beautiful and make no mistake, magic is coming back."
Dyanna drank her wine, swallowing greedy gulps of sour alcohol. Percy didn't even like the drink very much, but he took a swig from his glass too. His head was spinning.
Everything he'd seen since coming here painted a picture of a medieval world without gods or monsters, just mortals doing their best to get by. Even his own powers were limited and distant. So what Dyanna was saying came out of left field.
"It will reach this place," Dyanna said, "though I know not how. Not yet. Do you intend to stay in Wylmouth, Percy? In one remote nook of the world?"
Percy set his cup on the table. "No."
Dyanna nodded. "I thought not. Where will you go?"
"I don't know. Do you need a guard? You haven't seen it, but I'm pretty good with a sword."
"I have seen the way you swim and the loads you carry while working. I shudder to think what that strength would do to your enemies." Teeth appeared at the corner of Dyanna's mouth, chewing her bottom lip. "I— No, it is best you do not come with me. The things that drew me to you would catch her attention all too easily."
"Whose attention?"
"My master." Dyanna smiled sadly. "I think that the two of you should never meet. It would not end happily for any involved. Besides, you are meant for more than being my shadow. I can see it."
"You've seen it? Like an Oracle?" Percy realized he'd used the word in his native language, not knowing its equivalent. "You know the future?"
"Flashes." Dyanna drank so much of her wine in one swig that she had to grab the bottle to pour more. "I'm no true seer. There are those in the world who can predict an entire life from one drop of blood. I only see vague impressions, nothing concrete." She looked up, her purple eyes meeting Percy's gaze. "That's enough to tell that you are something great. Where did you come from, Perseus Jackson?"
"Far away."
Dyanna smirked wryly. "So you always say."
"I don't know how to describe it better. No one here knows my home. I didn't know anything about Westeros until I came here. I'm pretty sure I died before making the trip. Whatever brought me to where I landed in the Sea of Dorne, it's not the kind of thing I can understand, let alone reverse. This world is my world now."
He shrugged, ignoring the way Dyanna looked at him with pity.
"I lost my home once," she said. "That was by choice. I do not know if that makes it more or less painful than your voyage. All I know is that I miss it sometimes, even now. Tell me stories of your home, Percy. The night is young and all of it is ours."
He sharedr his adventures. He described the monsters he had faced, the gods he'd talked to and even fought, and the way he saved the world multiple times. Dyanna laughed at the unbelievable scope of his tales, even as she grew immersed. Percy did not miss the calculative gleam in her eyes.
"You had a lover," Dyanna said.
He hadn't reached his first kiss with Annabeth yet. But she'd appeared in enough stories, and perhaps the way he spoke about her gave Dyanna hints, until she could see what they would become.
"I did. She was my world."
"You speak as if she's dead."
"She's not. I am," Percy said. "My death was prophesized. I'm not going to fight against that by trying to undo it. Better to make the most of being here."
"Wise."
Dyanna smiled. She lifted her drink, demanding a toast, which Percy met in the middle of the table. She guzzled her drink and, feeling like it was a challenge, Percy did the same thing. He was starting to feel the wine's effects.
"I had a lover once," she said. "We met at a feast. Everything started from a single dance. He was too shy to speak to me, so his shameless brother had to do it for him. We were so young. The longer that we held each other, the harder we found it to let go, so we chose not to. He took my maidenhead that night."
Percy blushed. Even though he and Dyanna had gotten pretty close, this was turning into the most personal talk they'd ever shared. Alcohol was good for that, he supposed.
Dyanna sighed wistfully, though it quickly turned into a laugh.
"We were terrible," she admitted. "I have seen orphans wrestle in the mud with more grace than we made love. He had never felt a woman's touch, just as I had never shared my bed with a man. We were nervous and clumsy, passion our only saving grace. I would not trade that night for a week with the most expensive courtesan in the Free Cities."
"As long as you had fun, that's what matters," Percy said.
"I'm reminded again that you are no noble," Dyanna said. "It's fascinating. You bear a family name and speak of your father in the terms of a lord. Then you hear the story of a foolish noblewoman ruining herself before marriage, and you tell her that her enjoyment outweighs her dishonor. You are as inscrutable as you are refreshing."
She started to rise without explaining what she was up to or where she was going. As soon as she was supporting her own weight, she started to sway. Percy was over to her quicker than she could blink. A hand on Dyanna's back and another supporting her elbow steadied her.
Dyanna giggled. "Thank you."
"Thank me by not falling on your face. I don't need my teacher chipping her tooth because she tripped in her room."
He was drunk too, but there were certain things demigods never lost the ability to handle, like walking smoothly. He guided Dyanna toward her bed. She seemed ready to pass out as soon as her head touched a pillow.
A strange thing happened the closer they got to her bed. Her steps became more measured, she stopped swaying, and Percy caught her looking at him from the corner of her eye.
When they stopped next to her bed, she spun around. Her slender arms latched onto him with surprising strength. Twisting his weight against him, she attempted to drag him down with her.
The plan failed when Percy remained standing, Dyanna's whole body draped off him, hanging with her arms around his neck. She pouted, the expression looking divine on her.
"What an unruly student I have, refusing his lessons," she said.
"You were pretending to be drunk."
"You'll find that I'm very drunk. I just handle my wine well."
She dragged herself up, pulling her face close to Percy's. The light danced on those bright, unique eyes.
"You're still a young man, Percy. Little older than I and my partner were on that night so long ago. But I'm no longer the woman I once was. I know things that were inscrutable secrets to my young mind. I have taught you words and letters. By your leave, I would teach you how to read a woman as easily as any missive, and how to scratch pleasure into her very skin. It will serve any young man well. One as handsome as you in particular."
Percy tried to keep a rational mind. He did his best to think this through and weigh the options. One heavenly night and a wealth of new skills, versus the chance of things going sour with the woman who'd done more for him than anyone in Westeros. He'd heard enough myths to know how sex could ruin lucrative relationships.
He tried to think about it all rationally — really, he did! — but he kept coming back to the beautiful woman hanging off of him, the feeling of her arms smooth against his neck and her breasts cushioning his chest. A pressure started between his legs that wouldn't stop. It reached the point where he thought his pants would burst. Worst of all, Dyanna could feel it too. His body betrayed what he was really feeling, and she gave a devious wiggle, rubbing against his crotch with her own.
The two of them were on her bed a moment later, Percy climbing on with Dyanna still wrapped about him. Her head nestled into one of the pillows as Percy pushed his tongue in her mouth, kissing passionately. He could taste the wine.
Kissing was as far as he and Annabeth had gotten. They'd squeezed a fair bit of practice in between the quests and life-threatening missions. Percy didn't fall behind at all as he and Dyanna's tongue danced a fast waltz.
She did strange things with her fingers. They drew shapes as they fluttered down the side of Percy's neck. Somehow, her touch felt so good he could barely handle it.
The two kissed until Dyanna's hands found a grip on his wrists. Percy let her move his arms, and found that she guided them to the straps keeping her dress fixed in place.
"Go on," Dyanna said as Percy's mouth separated from hers. "You want to see what's underneath. Don't think I've missed those looks."
Percy had thought she missed his looks, so he moved swiftly on to avoid too much embarrassment.
It took a few tugs and tries for him to unfasten her dress. The whole time, he fought the urge to rip it off her body. As easy as it would be easy for him, he doubted she'd taken kindly to losing what was clearly her best dress.
Dyanna helped him when needed, be it with words or nudges. Percy finally felt the lace lose its tautness. He shimmed back on his knees, pulling her dress with him.
It took a tug to drag it past her thick, full breasts. They were jostled when the fabric came loose, leaving them to swell in circles. Bras were not something the Westerosi bothered with. Their teardrop-shape and sheer pink nipples were there for his eyes to feast on, nothing left to deny him the sight. It was the first time Percy had seen a woman's breasts. He could hardly have started with a better pair.
He didn't freeze, continuing to drag the dress down. Dyanna's smallclothes shielded her womanhood, appearing like shorts made of thickly-spun wool.
When her dress cleared her ankles, Dyanna didn't hesitate. She lifted her back, pushing her breasts higher, and leaned her head to the side.
"Seek what you want," Dyanna said.
Percy descended on the prize being offered. Her small clothes were yanked free of her well-portioned legs, no fear of tearing them slowing Percy down as he knew there was nothing special about the undergarment.
For a moment, he found himself staring at Dyanna's vulva. It was crowned by dark hair that grew thickly, if not to a particularly long length. Her mound itself was small and tight. The slit shined up at him, catching the light of the room's candles.
Dyanna lifted one leg, crooking her knee, and rested her ankle against the back of Percy's head. The movement stretched her womanhood, parting its lips enough for Percy to catch flashes of the pink that lay inside. He had a great view of it as her foot gently pushed his head down, steering his mouth for the organ that had entranced him.
Then, he was kissing her. His tongue darted out of his lips, sliding into her naturally. Dyanna had bathed for this. He could taste the river on her.
"Treat your tongue as a snake," Dyanna said. "Sometimes it is in the sun, and then it is full of life. It seeks its next meal boldly… Slithers fast…" She lifted her back, breathing deeply and wearing a smile as Percy's tongue whipped about. "At other times, it is cold, and moves slowly. Meticulously. Embody both halves of the snake."
Sometimes fast, sometimes slow. Percy's tongue moved with purpose as it roamed Dyanna's folds. The quick, whipping movements he began with tailed off, replaced by deliberate licks. He found her clit, guided by the rising cadence of Dyanna's breathing. His tongue gave it a gentle caress.
"Adventure," Dyanna encouraged him. "We are here for you to learn."
Percy tried ideas as they came to him. Some of them made Dyanna's body grow still, and her breathing even out. He abandoned these quickly. Others set her body aflame, moistening her around his tongue. When Percy sheathed his teeth behind his lips and brought them down, clamping onto the hood of her clit, Dyanna drew a breath as sharp as a sword's stab.
Her hips twitched, rocking slightly against the bed. The tremor passed into her thighs, which were clamped against Percy's temples. Moments later he was struck in the face, moisture running in thin streams down to his strong jaw, where it dripped off on the bed.
Dyanna's legs loosened from against him. She gazed down the gap between her breasts, smiling in the fashion of a cat bloated on fresh milk.
"Very good. And I thought you learned your letters fast. You're certain you haven't used your tongue before?"
Percy rose onto his knees, wiping his face with the back of his hand. "Not for this. I have been told that I talk too much."
Dyanna tilted her head, smirking. "With luck, I'll hear plenty of that voice of yours soon."
She rolled to the side, getting her knees beneath her, and crawled toward Percy across the bed. Percy found himself distracted by the way her breasts hung down, swaying with each move she made.
Dyanna pulled herself up with her hands on his shoulders, kissing him again, caring little for the mess she had left across his mouth. After a quick bout of tongues, she pulled back enough to lift off his shirt. The muscles beneath gave her pause, reducing her to staring.
"They look all the better from so close." She slid a hand across his stomach, feeling each ridge and lump of his abs. "I doubt even Robert Baratheon in his prime packed so much muscle on his frame."
With her touching his chest freely, Percy decided turnabout was fair game, and did something he'd really wanted to. His hands latched onto her tits. He was startled by how deep they sank. It was like touching warm clouds.
Dyanna smiled at him, a raunchy flush in her cheeks. All the same, she grabbed his wrists, removing his hands.
"I'll show you how to touch and more," she said, her voice half-whisper and half-growl. "But we've business to attend first."
She sank down on one hip, sticking her legs out to the side, and brought her fingers to Percy's waist. She struggled much less with his pants than he had with her dress. Before Percy knew it he had been stripped, his cock finally granted space to breathe.
The view of it robbed Dyanna of her own breath. A moment of hapless staring ended in a smile and a giggle.
"Another similarity to King Robert! It seems you both carry a warhammer wherever you venture!" Dyanna's fingers tightened on his tip, stroking down to his base and back at a decent pace. "We've work to do before you can make use of this."
Percy wasn't given a chance to ask what she meant. Her lips were on him suddenly, sliding down his length, capturing him within the heaven of her mouth. She was given her wish, hearing his voice as he moaned aloud. "Dyanna…" The voice he said her name in gave her shivers throughout her back.
Dyanna grappled with his size steadily. For all the confidence she carried herself with, she was overmatched in this bout. Dyanna gained what distance she could, stopping six inches down with another four left untouched. When her lips retreated to Percy's tip, her fingers grasped his girth and pushed down, both her hands put to the task.
Dyanna carefully smeared the spit she had left on his shaft to the region her lips couldn't reach. When Percy was nice and wet there, she set her hands to twisting, moving her head along what she could reach at the same time. Even taking roughly half of his length, Percy could still see Dyanna's neck bulging each time the ring of her lips slid down.
Her fingers were in no way inferior to her mouth, touching him as delicately as her tongue. Percy's eyelids twitched as he felt her throat compress around him, squeezing his cockhead in a fierce grip.
It was Dyanna's striking purple eyes that proved his undoing. When she had him as deep as she could, constricting him with her throat, her eyes darted up, meeting Percy's.
She maintained eye contact as she bobbed her head. Each passing second increased the sense of intimacy pressing down on Percy. He felt her attraction like it was a physical weight. Every single one of Dyanna's movements was designed to please him. The realization made him grateful, and aroused him as much as the touches themselves. "Dyanna…" he moaned once again, his tone still husky but also strained. She knew what it meant immediately, and chose to bear the brunt of the battle she picked rather than retreat.
Percy had not seen to his needs very much in this world. He had been staying with the family of one of the first fishermen he worked with, sharing a room with the man's eldest son, who fished with them himself. Percy never complained about the lack of privacy, grateful to have been given a place to stay at all, but it wasn't very conducive to masturbating.
Percy's orgasm had been given a long time to build up. Dyanna had been teasing him for more than thirty minutes now, and his arousal had only built during that time, the pressure between his legs increasing steadily. It all broke, leaving Dyanna the sole recipient.
Her neck wagged as she swallowed as many times as she could at as quick a pace as possible. The flood she was facing outstripped her anyway. Cum spurted out from under her thick lips, beading and dripping from the underside of Percy's cock. He could only groan low and long, feeling the tension within his balls lessen gradually.
It didn't abate, though. He could still feel a pressure down there, heralding more to come. Dyanna realized the same when she reared back, leaving a sticky and slobbery mess along Percy's manhood. She looked appraisingly at its twitching girth, not reduced by even a tenth of an inch.
Her purple eyes sought Percy's. Dyanna reclined gradually, her breasts sitting heavily upon her chest, coaxing him with her curves.
"All is ready," Dyanna said. "Do not shy away."
Percy couldn't stop now if he tried. He bent down on top of her, resting in a position similar to a plank— his elbows notched the pillow beside Dyanna's head, his forearms sticking past the dark hair splayed out behind her, while his face hovered somewhere above her neck. He moved his hips, trying to position his fleshy spear in the right place to stab. Dyanna's legs found a place around his waist, guiding him to the spot he was searching. Both of them sucked in a breath when his cockhead stroked her vulva, parting her lips.
"And now, you picture myself as one of those fish you spear from the boat." Dyanna's fingers slowly curled, digging into Percy's windswept hair. "You do not want the fish to get away. Pierce it deeply. All the way to the core."
Percy brought his hips down, bringing three powerful noises about in the process.
First was the clap of his body against Dyanna. This one was fleshy, yet as loud as a crack of thunder from one of Zeus's storms.
Second was the gasp as Dyanna claimed all the air she could, expanding her lungs until they were primed to burst. She looked at Percy, her composure broken for a single moment. He had reached her core in a way she hadn't realized was possible, even as the one who gave him the command. Her back arched, pressing her breasts so high that her nipples brushed against him.
Then, the tension left her with a throaty moan. Her body unwound, like a spool of thread, relaxing and embracing him. She was no less tight inside, the constricting warmth around his cock almost mesmerizing to Percy, but her muscles relaxed and her limbs turned soft once more, their tension disappearing.
Staring intently into her face, Percy slid his hips back, before slamming them home a second time.
Dyanna coached him at first. She quickly found that not only did she have little to say, she could barely muster her voice at all. Percy's body was made to slot into a woman, every inch of him perfect for bringing about pleasure. Her first climax came before he had reached his tenth thrust.
He didn't tire. For the first time, Dyanna had all of his cock inside of her, and it was glorious. She was parted all the way to her womb, leaving her lips working wordlessly, offering up sounds like a she-cat being claimed in an alley.
Percy's head dipped the same as his hips, though it didn't rise back up. His teeth found the breasts he had so admired. He bit in, mouth meeting as little resistance as his fingers had. Dyanna guided him by her grip on his hair. There was no opportunity for her to speak, not through what his cock was doing inside of her.
"Yes—!" Dyanna's speech came in snippets and gasps. "Tighter— More— Oh!"
She crooked her feet and hooked them together, squeezing Percy with all her might. No matter how tightly she held him, he moved at the same pace, his body powering through her grip. Dyanna's earlier orgasm was joined by more of its kind. As the thrusts piled on her entrance became wetter, darkening the sheets beneath the point where they were conjoined.
Her breasts reddened patch by patch, Percy's teeth laying claim to the things that had unwittingly teased him since the day he arrived. There was little his mouth did not do to her breasts, frankly. Tongue and teeth and lips were kept busy as he acted on all his desires, guided through the act by Dyanna's clutching fingers.
He fucked his teacher until her body proved too much for him. Just as happened in her mouth, the pressure reached a point where it could not be contained. Again, Percy's cock let loose a flood that Dyanna's hole could not contain.
She whipped her head back, pretty eyes shut while her mouth opened wide, moaning until her throat cracked with dryness. Percy pushed himself up on one arm, leaving her breasts in order to give three more short thrusts. He grunted with each one, making certain he emptied everything that was pouring from his cock. Dyanna's body accepted his gift with due graciousness, her lips twitching against the base of his manhood.
When he slid out, Dyanna looked up at him, her gaze full of something dark and hot as she fixated upon his face.
"You are a god amongst men," was Dyanna's verdict.
Percy couldn't fight his smile.
"You're half right."
O-O-O
Percy stood on the dock. It was a place where he often spent his time, though it had never been for this reason.
Dyanna stood at his side, dressed in her nondescript traveler's cloak with the hood pulled low. Beside her were two large chests holding her belongings, at least until sailors from the ship they were standing before lifted the chests and took each up the gangplank.
Some of the residents of Wylmouth watched from a distance. Among them were those that considered Dyanna an acquaintance and others who thought her a nuisance, both of whom wished to watch her departure.
Noticeably absent were those who had harbored a crush or one-sided love for her. Fascinatingly, the attention of male residents in Wylmouth had decreased massively over the last two moons soon after neighbors reported that she had begun taking night lessons with her young student, as well as the noises they had been overhearing.
The memory of their nightly activities made Percy smile, but the reminder that he would be losing them added a bitter twist.
"I guess this is it," Percy said.
"This is it," Dyanna said. She wore a small, happy smile. "My destiny calls. Soon, yours will too. I have no doubt of that."
"Will I see you again?"
"Undoubtedly." Dyanna made her certainty clear, even though there was every chance that two acquaintances parting in Westeros might never lay eyes on each other again. "You are special, Perseus Jackson, son of the sea. I am special as well, though less so. We will meet again, and when it happens we will both be the better for it."
Something about the way she looked at him had him sliding his arms around her. He kissed Dyanna so deeply that he actually tilted her body back, forcing her feet to shift to keep her balance. She kissed back, but when both of their hands grew more frantic she pushed him away.
"Any more and I will forget myself. It would not do to miss the boat because I was rutting on the dock."
She stepped away, her legs carrying a tremor within them from the more passionate goodbye they shared the night before. Dyanna climbed the gangplank, pausing a step away from the top.
"Until we meet again!" Dyanna said.
Percy waved. "Until we meet again."
She disappeared over the side of the ship and did not reappear. That was so her. With the goodbyes done, she was on to the next thing. She was sure they hadn't shared their last conversation, so Percy would believe in her. He watched as the gangplank was drawn up and the ship pulled out to sea. He was the last one watching, the others who had been gathered all returning to their lives. One year and seven moons after Percy washed up in Wylmouth, he and his teacher officially parted.
A strange calm settled over the dock. Turning his head, Percy noticed almost idly that there was no one in sight. It was just him, with the sea sloshing underneath his feet.
An urge saw Percy holding his hand out. He slowly brought his fingers into a fist, searching for a clench of his gut that he'd missed for nearly two years now.
At first, nothing. After more than a minute, he'd come up with no results. Until—
Percy's stomach tightened. With a surge of effort, he found what he was chasing.
A tendril of water no thicker than a straw and shorter than a jump-rope rose out of the waves. It lasted twenty seconds before he lost control, the sea splashing back into its usual shape.
Percy laughed wildly. He cupped his hands around his mouth, shouting after the merchant ship as if those on board could hear him, even though it was nothing but a blob against the horizon.
"Magic is coming back!"
Dyanna had been right.