Calypso had always been a curious soul, but lately, her curiosity had turned into frustration—a deep, gnawing frustration that seemed to consume her every waking moment. Her relationship with Leo Valdez, while filled with love and laughter, had hit a wall in the bedroom. No matter how hard they tried, their intimate moments felt lackluster, almost mechanical. Calypso craved something more, something she couldn't quite put into words. 

 She found herself lying awake at night, staring at the ceiling of Bunker 9, her mind racing with thoughts she couldn't shake. She loved Leo deeply, of course she did. His humor, his creativity, his ability to fix anything with a smile—those were qualities that made her heart swell. But when it came to passion, to the kind of fire that consumed her very being, Leo just... didn't ignite it. Not anymore. 

 It wasn't that he was bad at it, far from it. Leo was sweet, attentive, and always eager to please. He would try new things, experiment with different techniques, even build gadgets to spice up their time together. But no matter what they did, it all felt... rehearsed. Like they were going through the motions rather than truly connecting on a primal level. And Calypso? She wanted to feel alive. She wanted to be ravaged, to be swept off her feet by a force so powerful it left her breathless. 

 The frustration bubbled up inside her, manifesting in small, subtle ways. A sigh here, a distracted glance there. Leo noticed, of course, and he tried harder each time, but it only seemed to make things worse. The pressure mounted, and soon, their once-blissful intimacy became a source of tension rather than joy. 

 And then Adam Turner arrived at Camp Half-Blood. 

 From the moment she laid eyes on him, Calypso felt a spark she hadn't felt in years. There was something about his confidence, his raw magnetism, that drew her in like a moth to a flame. She watched him from afar, her curiosity piqued as he effortlessly captivated everyone around him. The way the girls flocked to him, the way the guys glared with envy—it was clear Adam was unlike anyone else at camp. But it wasn't just his charm that intrigued her. It was the way he carried himself, the way his emerald green eyes seemed to see straight through her. And when he caught her staring one afternoon, his lips curved into a sly grin, and he mouthed the words, "Later, beautiful," Calypso felt a shiver run down her spine. For the first time in months, she felt alive.

One afternoon, as she wandered through the bustling grounds of Camp Half-Blood, she overheard snippets of conversations that made her ears perk up. "Did you hear about him?" one girl whispered to another, her eyes wide with excitement. "He's... unbelievable. I swear, he must be a god or something."

Calypso's heart quickened. She leaned closer, pretending to adjust her sandals as she eavesdropped. "Who are you talking about?" another girl asked, her voice tinged with awe.

"This demigod," the first girl replied, her cheeks flushing. "No one knows his name, but everyone's talking about him. He's... well, let's just say he's legendary in more ways than one."

Calypso's mind raced. A demigod so skilled in the art of intimacy that people suspected he might actually be a god in disguise? The very idea sent a shiver down her spine. She had always been drawn to mystery, to the unknown, and this enigmatic figure sounded like the answer to her prayers—or at least, the answer to her increasingly restless desires.

As the days went by, the rumors only grew louder. Girls giggled behind closed doors, whispering tales of encounters that left them breathless, weak-kneed, and utterly spellbound. Calypso found herself unable to shake the image of this mysterious demigod from her mind. Every story she heard only fueled her longing, making her feel hotter, hungrier, and more desperate for something—someone—who could finally satisfy the ache inside her.

She glanced over at Leo, who was tinkering with some contraption in their shared cabin, completely oblivious to her turmoil. If only he knew how far she was willing to go to find what she needed. If only he knew that she was starting to wonder if he was even capable of giving it to her.

Calypso's feet carried her to the Athena cabin, her mind swirling with thoughts she couldn't shake. She needed advice, and who better to confide in than Annabeth Chase, the wisest among Athena's offspring? Annabeth was wise, cool-headed, and Calypso hoped that maybe, just maybe, she could provide some clarity.

As she entered the cabin, she found Annabeth poring over a map, her sharp eyes missing nothing. Calypso took a deep breath and approached. "Annabeth, do you have a moment? I need to talk to someone who won't judge me."

Annabeth looked up, a warm smile lighting her face. "Of course, Calypso. What's on your mind?"

Calypso hesitated, then blurted out her frustrations, hoping for comfort or at least some wise words. "...and I love Leo, I truly do, but our intimate moments... they feel so lackluster. I can't describe it any other way. I've heard these rumors about this mysterious demigod, how he makes girls tremble and forget themselves. I'm starting to wonder if Leo is even capable of giving me what I need."

Annabeth's smile widened, something predatory in her eyes that Calypso hadn't noticed before. "Oh, sweetie," she said, her voice dripping with an unfamiliar heat, "Leo might be your soulmate, but sometimes, you need more than just love to satisfy every craving."

Calypso blinked, taken aback by the intensity in Annabeth's tone. "What do you mean? Are you saying... I should look elsewhere?"

Annabeth's eyes glinted with a mischievous spark as she leaned closer to Calypso. "Why don't we go for a little walk? I need to run some errands at Eros's cabin, and it might do you good to clear your head."

Calypso hesitated, her mind still reeling from their conversation. But the thought of stepping outside and away from her tangled thoughts was tempting. "Alright," she agreed, forcing a small smile. "Let's go."

The two girls made their way through the camp, the warm afternoon sun casting golden light over the grounds. As they approached Eros's cabin, Calypso noticed a faint sound coming from inside—soft moans and rhythmic rustling that sent a jolt of curiosity through her. She glanced at Annabeth, who seemed completely unfazed, but there was a flicker of something in her expression that Calypso couldn't quite place.

Before she could ask what was going on, Annabeth gently pushed open the door. The sight that greeted them made Calypso's breath catch in her throat. Adam Turner and Drew Tanaka were having sex, their bodies moving together with an intensity that left no room for doubt about what they were doing.

Drew's head fell back, her lips parted in pleasure as Adam's mouth found the sensitive skin of her neck. His teeth grazed her pulse point, eliciting a sharp gasp from her. One of his hands slid down her side, fingers tracing the curve of her waist before dipping lower, cupping her through the thin fabric of her shorts. Drew's hips bucked instinctively against his touch, her nails digging into his shoulders. "Fuck, Drew," Adam muttered, his voice low and rough. He pulled back just enough to meet her eyes, his own dark with desire.

"You like that?" She nodded quickly, her breaths coming in shallow gasps.

"Yes, yes. Don't stop." Adam smirked, the confidence in his expression making Calypso's stomach twist. He leaned in again, his tongue flicking out to taste the hollow of Drew's collarbone. She shuddered beneath him, her hands fisting in his hair as he continued his slow, deliberate exploration. His other hand moved to the hem of her shirt, lifting it just enough to expose the swell of her breast. Without hesitation, he bent his head and took her nipple between his lips, sucking hard enough to leave a mark. Drew cried out, her body arching toward him.

"Adam, please... I need more." He didn't answer with words. Instead, he shifted his weight, pinning her against the wall with his body. His thigh pressed between her legs, grinding against her with deliberate pressure. Calypso felt the heat pooling low in her belly, her own breaths quickening as she watched. She turned to Annabeth, her cheeks flushed, but instead of looking shocked or scandalized, Annabeth wore a knowing smirk. Her gaze lingered on Calypso, almost taunting, as if daring her to look away.

"See something you like?" Annabeth asked, her voice low and teasing. Calypso swallowed hard, her voice barely above a whisper.

"I... I don't know what's happening." Annabeth stepped closer, her hand brushing against Calypso's arm.

"Sometimes, you have to let yourself feel. Let go of everything else. Just watch." Calypso's eyes drifted back to Adam and Drew, unable to tear herself away. Adam had freed himself from his pants, his erection straining against the fabric of his boxers. Drew's hands were everywhere—gripping his hips, sliding up his chest, clawing at his back. She reached down, her fingers slipping beneath the waistband of his boxers, and when she pulled them free, Calypso's breath hitched. Adam groaned, his head dropping forward as Drew wrapped her hand around him. She stroked him slowly at first, her movements deliberate and confident. Then, without warning, she dropped to her knees, her lips closing around the tip of his cock. Adam's hands clenched in her hair, his hips thrusting forward as she took him deeper, her tongue swirling around him with practiced ease.

"Fuck, Drew," Adam growled, his voice strained. "You're fucking perfect."

Annabeth's smirk faltered for a fraction of a second, her lips thinning as Adam's words drifted through the air. Calypso didn't miss the flicker of something sharp in Annabeth's eyes, but it was gone almost as quickly as it appeared, replaced by that same knowing grin.

"Jealous?" Calypso whispered, her voice barely audible over the sounds of Drew's moans and Adam's low grunts. She tilted her head, studying Annabeth's expression. "Or do you just not like hearing him talk like that?"

Annabeth's gaze snapped to hers, cool and unreadable. "Jealous?" she repeated, her tone light, almost mocking. "Of what? A little dirty talk? Please, Calypso. I'm not some blushing maiden who gets flustered by a few words." Her smile widened, but there was an edge to it now, something darker lurking beneath the surface.

"If anything, I find it... amusing." Calypso frowned, unsure if she believed her. Annabeth's demeanor was usually so composed, so controlled, but there had been that split-second reaction—a flash of something raw and unguarded. It made Calypso wonder if Annabeth was hiding more than she let on. Before she could press further, Annabeth stepped closer, her hand sliding down to rest on Calypso's hip. The touch was casual, almost sisterly, but there was an undercurrent of something else—something that sent a shiver down Calypso's spine.

"You know," Annabeth murmured, her voice low and deliberate, "there's a difference between love and lust. Leo might be your soulmate, but that doesn't mean he's the only one who can make you feel alive. Sometimes, you need to explore, to push your boundaries. To see what else is out there."

Calypso's breath caught, her pulse quickening as Annabeth's fingers tightened slightly on her hip. The way Annabeth spoke, so calm and confident, made it impossible to ignore the heat simmering between them. It wasn't just about Adam and Drew anymore; it was about something deeper, something Calypso hadn't even realized she wanted until now.

"What are you saying?" Calypso asked, her voice trembling despite her best efforts to keep it steady. "That I should... what? Cheat on Leo?" Annabeth's smile turned wicked, her eyes glinting with an intensity that made Calypso's stomach twist. "Not cheat," she corrected, her tone silky smooth. "Explore. Experience. Let yourself feel something real for once, instead of settling for what's safe."

Calypso swallowed hard, her mind racing. She glanced back at Adam and Drew, their bodies moving together with a primal urgency that made her heart pound. Then she looked at Annabeth, whose gaze was locked on her, waiting, daring her to take the next step.

"And what if I don't want to?" Calypso challenged, though her voice lacked conviction. Annabeth's laugh was soft, almost pitying. "Oh, sweetie," she said, her hand trailing up Calypso's side, "you already do."

Annabeth's hand slid from Calypso's hip to her jaw, her fingers tracing the delicate line of her cheekbone with deliberate precision. Her eyes locked onto Calypso's, dark and unreadable, as if she were sizing her up, waiting for permission—or perhaps daring her to resist. Then, without warning, Annabeth leaned in, her lips brushing against Calypso's in a kiss that was anything but innocent. It was slow, possessive, and laced with an intensity that made Calypso's breath hitch. The kiss lingered, hot and unhurried, until Annabeth finally pulled back, leaving Calypso dazed and breathless. "The moment you decide when and where," Annabeth murmured, her voice low and husky, "just tell me. I'd like to watch."

Calypso stumbled out of the cabin, her cheeks burning and her mind spinning. The air outside was cool against her flushed skin, but it did little to calm the storm raging within her. She glanced back at the door, half-expecting Annabeth to follow, but no one emerged. Instead, she heard muffled laughter and the low murmur of voices from inside.

Inside the cabin, the scene had shifted. Drew leaned against the wall, her chest rising and falling as she caught her breath. Adam stood beside her, his shirt discarded, his muscles glistening with sweat. Their eyes turned toward Annabeth as she stepped into the room, her movements deliberate and unhurried.

"Hey, Annie," Drew drawled, a sly smile curling her lips. "Enjoying the show with Calypso?"

Annabeth's gaze flicked to Drew, then to Adam, before settling on the space between them. Her lips curved into a slow, predatory grin. "Maybe. Is there room for another?"

Adam chuckled, his voice deep and rough. "For you? Always."

Before anyone could respond, Annabeth began to undress. Her fingers moved with precision, unbuttoning her blouse, sliding off her shorts, until she stood in nothing but her underwear. Her movements were confident, almost taunting, as if daring them to object. No one did.

Drew watched her with a mix of amusement and curiosity, her arms crossing over her chest. "You don't waste time, do you?"

Without waiting for an invitation, she stepped forward, her bare feet silent against the wooden floor. Her hand reached out, brushing lightly against Adam's chest, her touch sending a shiver through him. He grabbed her wrist, pulling her closer, his other hand cupping the back of her neck. His lips found hers in a kiss that was fierce and demanding, leaving no doubt about his intentions.

The room filled with the sounds of their moans and gasps, the air thick with the scent of sweat and arousal. Each movement, each touch, was fueled by raw, unfiltered desire.

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Outside, Calypso leaned against a tree, her heart pounding in her chest. The images from the cabin replayed in her mind, vivid and impossible to ignore. She clenched her fists, her body trembling with a mixture of frustration and longing. She wanted to look away, to forget what she had seen, but the memory of Annabeth's words lingered, echoing in her ears.

"Let yourself feel something real for once, instead of settling for what's safe."

Her mind raced, torn between loyalty to Leo and the undeniable pull of her own desires. She closed her eyes, trying to steady her breathing, but the sounds of the threesome from the cabin crept into her thoughts, making it impossible to think clearly.

Weeks passed, and Calypso found herself caught in a storm of conflicting emotions. She tried to make every encounter with Leo as passionate as she could, throwing herself into their intimacy with desperate fervor. But no matter how hard she tried, Adam's presence lingered in her mind like a shadow she couldn't shake.

Each time Leo kissed her, she felt the ghost of Adam's hands on her skin, his touch so deliberate, so commanding. When Leo held her, she remembered the way Drew had moaned under his weight, the raw urgency that had consumed them both. And when Leo whispered soft words of love, she heard Adam's low growl instead—rough, possessive, and unapologetic.

Calypso buried her face in her hands, frustration clawing at her chest. "Why can't I just forget him?" she muttered to herself, pacing the length of her cabin.

Leo was kind, loving, everything she had ever wanted. But he wasn't Adam. He didn't make her tremble with need, didn't leave her breathless and aching for more. He didn't make her feel like she was being devoured, consumed by something primal and irresistible.

Calypso found herself standing in front of Adam's cabin, her heart pounding like a war drum. Annabeth stood beside her, calm and composed as always, but there was something in the way she watched Calypso that made her feel exposed, like every thought was laid bare.

Calypso swallowed hard, her fingers trembling as she raised her hand to knock on the door. The sound echoed through the quiet afternoon, sharp and decisive. She didn't have to wait long before the door swung open, revealing Adam Turner—broad-shouldered, sweaty, and shirtless, his chest glistening with exertion. His dark eyes locked onto hers, unreadable at first, then smoldering with recognition.

Before he could say a word, Calypso stepped forward, her body moving on instinct. Her lips crashed into his, desperate and hungry, as if she were trying to reclaim something she had lost. The taste of him, warm and tangy with sweat, sent a jolt of electricity through her veins. She pressed herself against him, her hands clawing at his shoulders, nails digging in as if to anchor herself to the moment.

Adam didn't hesitate. His arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her flush against his body, and his mouth moved over hers with a ferocity that left no room for doubt. His tongue swept into her mouth, commanding and relentless, and she gasped against him, her knees threatening to buckle. He tasted like fire and raw power, and she couldn't get enough.

"Fuck," Adam muttered against her lips, his voice rough and low. "You've got some nerve showing up like this."

Calypso pulled back just enough to meet his gaze, her breathing ragged. "I needed to feel it ," she admitted, her voice trembling.

Adam's eyes darkened, and he leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear. "Then let me show you," he whispered, his voice dripping with intent. "Every. Single. Way."

Without waiting for a response, he scooped her up, her legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. She clung to him, her head falling back as he carried her inside, kicking the door shut behind them. The cabin was dimly lit, the air thick with the scent of musk and sweat, and the faint sounds of Drew's laughter filtered from another room.

Adam set her down on the edge of a sturdy wooden table, his hands gripping her thighs as he spread her legs wide. His eyes raked over her body, slow and deliberate, as if cataloging every inch of her. Then he leaned in, his lips trailing down her neck, leaving a trail of hot, wet kisses that made her arch her back and moan.

"Tell me what you want," he demanded, his voice gravelly and commanding. "Tell me how bad you need this."

Calypso's breath hitched, her mind spinning. "I need you," she gasped, her voice barely audible. "I need you to make me forget everything else."

Adam smirked, his teeth grazing her collarbone. "Good answer," he growled, his hands sliding up her thighs to cup her hips. "Now hold on tight."

He positioned himself between her legs, his erection pressing against her core through the thin fabric of her shorts. With one swift motion, he yanked them down, exposing her to the cool air. Her skin prickled, but the sensation only heightened her arousal.

Adam didn't waste time. He gripped her hips, lifting her slightly, and thrust into her with a force that made her cry out. His movements were brutal and unrelenting, each stroke driving deep into her, filling her completely. She clutched at his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin, her body writhing beneath him as he took her with a possessive intensity that left no room for thought.

"Fuck, you're tight," Adam groaned, his forehead resting against hers. "So fucking tight."

Calypso whimpered, her body consumed by the rhythm of his thrusts. "Harder," she begged, her voice breaking. "Please, Adam, harder."

He complied without hesitation, his grip tightening on her hips as he drove into her with even greater force. The sound of their bodies meeting filled the room, primal and undeniable. Calypso's head fell back, her cries echoing off the walls as she surrendered to the overwhelming pleasure.

Annabeth stood in the doorway, her presence as commanding as ever, even as Drew leaned casually against the frame beside her. Both girls watched the scene unfold with an air of detached amusement, their expressions a blend of curiosity and satisfaction.

Calypso's lips were still locked with Adam's, their bodies pressed together in a tangle of desperate need. The intensity of their embrace was palpable, every movement raw and unfiltered. Annabeth's eyes flicked between them, her sharp gaze missing nothing. She crossed her arms over her chest, her expression cool but her body language betraying a flicker of something deeper—something that made Calypso feel like she was being studied, analyzed.

"Well, well," Drew drawled, her voice dripping with amusement. "Looks like someone finally decided to take the plunge."

Annabeth smirked, her lips curling into a slow, predatory grin. "Took her long enough," she murmured, her tone light but laced with an undercurrent of heat. "But I suppose better late than never."

Calypso's cheeks burned, her embarrassment mingling with the arousal coursing through her veins. She wanted to look away, to ignore the two girls watching her so intently, but she couldn't. Their presence only heightened the intensity of the moment, adding an edge of exhibitionism to the already charged atmosphere.

Adam's hands tightened on her waist, his grip possessive as he lifted her onto the table. His movements were deliberate, almost theatrical, as if he were performing for an audience—an audience that included Annabeth and Drew. He spread her legs wide, his dark eyes raking over her exposed body with a hunger that made her shiver.

"You like being watched?" he asked, his voice low and rough, his breath hot against her ear.

"Yes," she admitted, her voice trembling. "I... I think I do."

As he thrust into her, hard and unrelenting, Calypso's cries filled the room. The sound of their bodies meeting echoed off the walls, primal and undeniable. She clung to him, her nails digging into his shoulders, her body writhing beneath him as he took her with a possessive intensity that left no room for thought.

Annabeth's eyes glinted with something dangerous as she watched, her hands now resting on her hips. "Impressive," she commented, her voice calm but her tone unmistakably heated. "Though I have to admit, I expected more from you, Caly."

Drew laughed, a low, throaty sound that sent a shiver down Calypso's spine. "Oh, Annie, don't be such a critic," she teased. "Let them enjoy themselves."

Adam didn't respond to their words, his focus entirely on Calypso. But his movements grew even more aggressive. Each thrust drove deep into her, filling her completely, and she cried out again, her voice breaking with pleasure.

"Harder," she begged, her voice barely audible. "Please, Adam, harder."

He complied without hesitation, his grip tightening on her hips as he drove into her with even greater force. The sound of their bodies meeting filled the room, primal and undeniable. Calypso's head fell back, her cries echoing off the walls as she surrendered to the overwhelming pleasure.

Annabeth's smirk turned predatory, her eyes locked on Calypso's face as she came apart in Adam's arms. "That's more like it," she murmured, her voice low and husky. "Show her what real passion looks like."

Drew's laughter mingled with Calypso's cries, the sound blending into a symphony of raw desire. The two girls continued to watch, their presence both a distraction and a catalyst, pushing the moment to its peak.

And as Calypso shattered beneath Adam's relentless thrusts, she couldn't help but wonder if this was what she had been searching for all along—not just the physical release, but the validation, the sense of being seen and desired in a way she had never experienced before, but there was something else she wanted to do, something she had dreamed about since Percy left Ogigia, leaving her for Annabeth.

"Adam, tell me I'm better than her, better than Annabeth"

As soon as Annabeth heard Calypso's demand, her smile vanished, replaced by a sharp, icy glare. Her lips curled into a sneer, and she muttered under her breath, "Bitch."

Drew, ever the instigator, leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, clearly enjoying the unfolding drama. "Calm down, Annie," she drawled, her voice dripping with amusement. "It's just some dirty talk, isn't it? No need to get your panties in a twist."

Adam paused, his brow furrowing as he glanced at Calypso. Her eyes were wide, pleading, but there was a flicker of something else—a challenge, perhaps—that made him smirk. He turned his gaze to Annabeth, who stood rigid in the doorway, her arms crossed and her jaw tight. The air between them crackled with tension.

"Better than her?" Adam repeated, his voice low and teasing. "You really want me to say that?"

Calypso nodded, her breath hitching as his fingers dug into her hips. "Yes," she whispered, her voice trembling. "say it."

Annabeth's glare intensified, her composure slipping for just a moment before she forced a cool smile. "Oh, please," she said, her tone dripping with sarcasm. "Don't let me interrupt your little fantasy, Calypso. But don't expect me to stand here and listen to this nonsense."

Drew chuckled, leaning further into the doorframe. "Aw, come on, Annie," she teased. "Let the man speak. It's not every day someone dares to compare you, after all."

Adam's smirk widened as he leaned in closer to Calypso, his lips brushing against her ear. "Alright," he murmured, his voice rough and deliberate. "You want to hear it? Fine. But you'll need to earn it."

"h..how?"

Adam didn't answer Calypso's question. Instead, he shifted his focus, his mouth descending to capture her right nipple between his lips. His tongue flicked over the sensitive peak, sending a jolt of electricity through her body. He continued to thrust into her with relentless force, each movement deliberate and commanding.

Calypso gasped, her head tilting back as she looked at Annabeth. Her voice trembled, but there was a defiant edge to it as she spoke. "You can keep Percy and Leo as consolation prizes," she said, her tone dripping with challenge. "The moment Adam admits I'm superior, they're yours."

Annabeth's jaw tightened, her eyes narrowing as she watched the scene unfold. She crossed her arms tighter over her chest, her composure slipping just enough for a flicker of anger to show through. Drew, ever the instigator, chuckled softly, leaning against the doorframe with a smirk that only added fuel to the fire.

Adam remained silent, his attention focused entirely on Calypso. His teeth grazed her nipple, pulling a sharp cry from her lips. He kept penetrating her, his movements growing more intense as he pushed her closer to the edge. Calypso's breaths came in short, desperate gasps, her body arching beneath him as she clung to the table for support.

Annabeth's gaze never left them, her expression a mix of irritation and curiosity. She wasn't about to let Calypso's taunts go unanswered, but she also couldn't deny the raw intensity of the scene before her. The air was thick with tension, every sound—Calypso's cries, Adam's low grunts, even Drew's soft laughter—amplifying the charged atmosphere.

Finally, as Calypso's orgasm began to crest, Adam leaned in close, his lips brushing against her ear. His voice was rough, almost guttural, as he whispered the words she had been waiting to hear. "You're better than her," he admitted, his tone laced with possessive pride. "Better than Annabeth."

Calypso's body convulsed around him, her cries echoing through the room as she shattered into pieces. Adam held her steady, his grip firm as he continued to thrust, ensuring she felt every ounce of his dominance.

Annabeth's expression darkened, but she said nothing. Instead, she turned on her heel and walked away, leaving Drew to watch the rest of the scene with a satisfied grin "oh boy, you're in trouble".

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