Rhythm

"Ah, Percy! Just in time! Come help me move this."

Percy glanced round the Aphrodite Cabin, disoriented for a moment by the changes. The whole interior was usually so neatly organized that any major changes were almost unthinkable— sometimes, it felt like skewing a single pillow would have every inhabitant chasing you out at perfume-point. But now a wide open space had formed smack in the cabins middle, multiple feet across in each direction, with a throne-like seat positioned in it.

Silena was the only camper present. She wore a usual outfit of basic jeans with a stock Camp Half-Blood orange t-shirt, and she was bent over with her shoulder lowered, doing her best to slowly shove a spare bed across the cabin floor.

Percy joined her and gave the bed a good shove. It skidded away, quickly joining three others that had been moved to make space. Silena almost fell forward as the bed she'd been leaning on disappeared out from under, but caught herself at the last second.

"Boys sure are handy," she said, standing and knocking imaginary dust off of her hands. The Aphrodite Cabin was way too clean for any of the real stuff.

"What's all this for?" Percy asked, gesturing at the opened space.

Silena giggled. "You'll see," she promised. "Take a seat! I still have a few more things to grab."

Percy shrugged and moved toward one of the beds at the edge of the circle. Silena grabbed his hand.

"Not there," she said when he turned with a question in his eyes. "I have a seat all ready for you."

Percy's eyes fell on the throne in the center of the room.

"That's it!" Silena dragged him toward the cushy chair. "Go on, have a seat!"

The chair itself seemed both flashy and comfortable. The whole thing was made out of red leather the same shade as a Valentines day card. There were big armrests with silver buttons on the ends and a headrest at least three inches deep. The chair legs were made out of solid brass. Percy felt like sitting on the throne without a crown would make someone pop out and accuse him of being a presumptuous peasant stealing the king's seat. But it was what Silena told him to do, so he went ahead and sat down anyway.

Right away, a sigh hissed out his lips. He could feel himself melting into the chair, his joints relaxing and his muscles un-tensing.

"Sorry to make you wait." Silena had disappeared somewhere behind the chair's wide back, working on something out of sight. "This was supposed to all be done by the time you arrived. As you can see… Things didn't work out that way."

"Where are Valentina and Drew?"

"Don't even get me started on those two!" Silena huffed. "They're the whole reason this is taking so long. I ask them to move a few beds around after all we've gone through together, and suddenly they're nowhere to be found. Valentina I expected this from. She's always been a flake. But Drew, at least, I thought I had trained better than this."

Percy shivered at the way she said 'trained', as if they were talking about a pet rather than her second-in-command. Girls were scary, and in their own way, daughters of Aphrodite were the scariest.

"There we go… And then—"

Percy heard the sound of something sliding into place, followed by soft footsteps. The lights turned dim. Not enough to leave the room black, but just enough to shroud details. Music began to play from a speaker behind him. He recognized the voice, faintly, from trips to Olympus in the past. It whispered the soft words of a love song just loud enough to be heard over piano and some type of stringed instrument.

"You like it?" Silena came into view from behind the chair, trailing her fingers loosely along the armrest before coming to a stop in front of him. She shut her eyes, mouth open, and bobbed her finger in time with the chords.

"It's really beautiful," Percy said. "And… familiar?"

"Euterpe," Silena said. "One of the muses. She's the mother of music, and—"

Soft, wailing flute notes faded into the orchestra, as inviting as a siren's song. Silena beamed.

"-the creator of the double-flute," she finished. "There's something about her music that is just so… Well, I'll let you guess. How would you describe it, Percy?"

He listened. The voice was striking, or piercing, even. The Muse's voice was never loud, and yet once you paid attention it was all you could hear. It was almost a whisper, almost not even singing, like her voice was wrapping you in a warm hug. As if the song itself was only for you.

"Intimate," he finally settled on.

Silena leaned in until their faces were inches apart. Her smile widened into a grin.

"Yes!" she said. "Intimate, absolutely! And delicate. Descriptive. Sensual."

Her finger brushed Percy's stomach. It traced slowly up his chest, then along his neck, all the way to the tip of his chin. He gulped.

"This song is my favorite of hers," Silena confessed, her voice lowering as it took on a husky quality. "It feels like the confession of fresh lovers. And the intimacy that comes after. It's adventurous… and arousing. Absolutely perfect for this."

Percy mostly managed to hold his composure. "This being?"

Her index finger slid up from his chin, pressing against his lips in a gesture for silence. Silena slipped further away, coming to stand in the heart of the space she'd dutifully cleared.

It started with her head. She bobbed in time with the song the way her finger had when it started, except now it was her whole body. Dark hair fluttered around her shoulders, glittering in the low light. She began swinging her head left and right.

The dance swept over her naturally, like it was breaking free from somewhere it'd been chained up this whole time. It wasn't quite a hip hop dance, and she was missing a partner for ballroom. Percy couldn't even say it was the best dancing he'd ever seen. There was just something honest about it, almost primal, that stopped him from looking away.

Silena gave a twirl. She was smiling. Her breasts jiggled and swung with every major move, so large even her mother would consider her serious competition. She caught where Percy's eyes were aimed and her smile shifted into a smirk.

It began innocuously like any of the other moves she'd done: her arms hurled up high, toward the ceiling. Her t-shirt rode up, revealing a glimpse of her belly button. Percy's eyes dipped to the exposed flesh right away. In his opinion, that was a natural reaction.

Before the shirt could slip back to its normal position, Silena's hands descended. They reached across her body to grip her shirt by the edges, arms crossed over her chest in an X shape. Percy thought she'd gotten embarrassed and was trying to push the shirt down, as out of character as that seemed. He couldn't have been more wrong.

Her right hand moved first, dragging her shirt an inch higher on that side. Then her left hand did the same on the opposite side. They kept inching higher, and higher, one at a time. The closer they rose toward Silena's breasts, the less distance they covered each time they moved, until the pace reached a crawl.

The moment the base of her bra peaked out, Silena tore the shirt straight over her head in a single sharp motion, tossing it haphazardly over her shoulder.

Percy's cock, which had been slowly hardening, snapped straight to full-mast. Silena stood before him, naked from the waist up except for a lacy black bra. At least eighty-percent of it was transparent, but in the dim room he could only barely make out the pale flesh peaking through. Darker spots in the shape of rose patterns covered the nipples but little else. Silena returned to her earlier dancing, and her breasts bounced even more now that they were freed from her stiff shirt.

She leaned forward to twirl and shake her hair. It was pretty, seeing the straight dark locks whip in patterns, but Percy was a little distracted by the cleavage staring him in the face. If her bra went down just a centimeter lower, he could've sworn her nipple would've slipped into view.

Silena straightened, but Percy didn't have time to feel disappointed. She danced closer to him.

Her skin shone very slightly in the light. The dancing had been just enough for her to work up the slightest of sweats, but that only made her skin glitter like a jewel.

When she was right in front of Percy she turned her back to him. Her hips went side to side, in time with the rhythm. The strap of her bra was stark against her back, taut with the strain of holding back her bust.

The flick of her hips drew Percy's eyes. The movements had shifted slightly. Less horizontal, more vertical. The change continued, until she was moving as if she were riding something a foot or so in length.

Silena's ass was the least impressive of the three sisters, but it was still a wonderful one with plenty to look at… and grab hold of. Percy wondered what it would feel like to sink his fingers into those cheeks compared with Valentina's. A question like that would need tests. Lots and lots of tests.

She turned back to him, hips still moving. Her eyes found his, and she wasn't smiling any more. She bit her bottom lip as her fingers deftly unbuttoned her jeans, before slowly dragging down the zipper.

Just as Percy was sure the pants were going to join her shirt on the floor, Silena paused. She stepped closer, so close Percy could smell her perfume, a sweet citrusy scent hiding a slight tang. She turned around.

Percy was greeted with an entire face-full of that ass as Silena hooked her thumbs inside her waistband. She bent forward until her torso was level with the floor, stretching her jeans taut. From that position, she pushed them smoothly down.

Two round, shapely cheeks topped a delectable pair of thighs. Dark fabric ran through the canyon between those cheeks, so sheer Percy felt a sudden urge to grab in and tear it. Silena straightened, giving a different but still lovely view of her ass.

Then she did something Percy didn't expect: she hopped onto the chair with him.

Silena positioned herself so that her legs ran between Percy's and the armrests, with her knees against the back of the chair. Sitting on her shins, she continued to bob to the music. She wrapped her hands around Percy's neck, bringing their faces close together. Every time she moved she grinded on at least one part of Percy's body. He could smell more than her perfume now. He caught the sweet scent of her shampoo. The slight tang of sweat. He could smell her skin itself, carrying a hint of something like nutmeg.

As her dancing hips ground against him through his clothes, his hands naturally drifted toward them to grab hold of her.

"No."

Percy was pretty sure Silena couldn't use charmspeak, but she managed to fill her voice with even more authority than Drew could magically manage. His hands hung suspended in the air.

Silena leaned in until their noses were touching each other, her hands still linked behind Percy's head.

"I touch you, you don't touch me. Otherwise I stop."

Her body was so tantalizingly close. Percy wanted so badly to grasp, grab, and hold her. All the teasing was going to make his sanity snap like his old 'friend' Dr. Thorn. But he gritted his teeth and dropped his hands to the armrests, sinking his fingers into the upholstery instead.

Silena smirked and resumed her dancing, although it was much more like Valentina's lesson now than a proper dance. Her hips still stayed in rhythm with the music, even as she rubbed her panties across his crotch. For some reason Percy couldn't understand, let alone explain, that made it even hotter.

Silena's breath was deep and husky. She'd been moving for a while, but still only showed slight signs of fatigue. Her breasts spanned the entirety of the short distance between them, pressing against Percy's chest. He dug his fingers even deeper into the chair, working desperately to keep them still.

Suddenly, Silena pulled back. She leaned away, tits slipping away from Percy's chest and leaving him conflicted. On one hand, it had suddenly become a lot easier to keep his hands to himself. On the other, the feeling had been absolutely fantastic.

"I'm hot," Silena said. "Be a dear and get this bra out of the way, so I can cool off."

Percy's hands launched up toward her back, but Silena's voice stopped them just as quickly.

"Remember," she said. "Don't touch."

"You're telling me two things, but I can only manage one," Percy said.

"You can do both," Silena insisted. "It just requires a delicate touch."

Percy stared at her. Even as they talked, she was still riding him. That made little things like thinking pretty difficult. But he could guess what she was getting at. With a deep breath, he took the challenge.

Carefully, oh so carefully, his fingers found the clasp of her bra. They pulled it away from her body, slowly, just barely managing not to brush her skin in the process. The entire time Silena stared down at him, her smile slowly returning.

Percy found the clasp mechanism, but no matter how much he pushed it wouldn't come undone. He fiddled with it, shifting the latch to try different angles one after the other. It was careful work, but with the added pressure not to touch Silena's skin it was downright delicate. For a full thirty seconds Percy battled the bra until he felt a subtle pop! The bra came loose in his hands and he tossed it away.

Up so close, even the dim room couldn't hide the details of Silena's breasts. Each was as big as a melon, yet perky in shape, protruding far from the rest of her chest. Huge pink nipples hung in Percy's face. Silena's heavy breathing alone was enough to make them shake and jiggle now that they were freed.

"Let loose," Silena said.

The change was so sudden that it took Percy a second to process it, but there was no telling him twice.

He sunk his teeth into one of her breasts, then the other. He lathered on bite after bite, sucking at the flesh and relishing the way it gave under his attack. Taking one nipple in his mouth, he pulled back until the breast stretched taut, Silena unable to hold back a moan as he did. All the desire that had built up as he was forced to hold back flooded out now, his mouth working faster than he ever knew it could.

Silena shifted, and Percy went with it. She slipped in so that her back was to the chair while Percy's faced the room. Then, after a minute or so more of his assault on her breasts, she planted her hands on his shoulders and softly pushed him down. For a moment Percy didn't want to stop, but he caught himself and went with the motion.

Percy slid down until his knees were on the floor, kneeling in front of the throne. Silena kicked her legs over her shoulders, positioning his head between her thighs. For a moment, Percy hesitated, unsure if he was supposed to take the next step.

"Did you use up all that energy?" Silena goaded him. "Keep going."

Percy met her eyes. He grabbed her panties in his teeth and tore them off her body with a jerk of his head.

"Oh my!" said Silena.

Spitting the ripped cloth aside onto the floor, Percy turned back to Silena and… froze.

It was about at this point, staring at Silena's puffy lower lips, that he realized he had no idea what to do with a girl's vagina. But his teacher was just as quick. She reached down with two fingers, spreading her pussy, while her other hand pointed out spots Percy should focus on. He lunged forward and dug in with his tongue.

"Mmmm." Silena's head lolled to the side. Euterpe's music was still going, the flute having hit a crescendo. Silena's hands drifted into Percy's hair, gripping tufts. As his tongue flailed aimlessly she would pull up or push down, guiding him toward the most sensitive spots. If he moved his tongue too quickly, she would softly push his head away, and if he went too long without speeding up she would pull it close.

With Silena piloting him, it wasn't long before Percy's tongue found purchase. Something small and stiff pushed against his taste buds. Ninety-nine percent certain that this was the famous clitoris, Percy began to attack it with all he had.

Silena's moans increased in volume. Her warm thighs tightened against Percy's ears. But no matter how fervently he worked, the payoff wouldn't come. He couldn't bring Silena to climax!

Her feet started thudding against Percy's back. At first he discarded it as a reflex from the pleasure, but there was something too purposeful about it. There was the rhythm to the beats, just the way there was a rhythm to the song playing this whole time. You just had to find it: the right beat.

Percy's tongue slowed. The constant, wild efforts stopped entirely. Instead, he began to play with the clit at a consistent speed, not so slow but not too fast. Most of all, he timed it. Sucking at the right moment, flicking at the right moment, he allowed Silena to adjust to his pace. A level and controlled ascent, all the way to the climax.

Silena's hands tightened in his hair. He sensed something coming, but couldn't tell what.

"Ooooh," Silena moaned. "That's it!"

Something sweet hit Percy's tongue. He pulled back as clear liquid flooded into his mouth. The sensation was surprising, but not unpleasant. Silena's hands slipped free from his hair and her legs slid off his back. The girl herself looked at him, face flushed.

"The girl's were right," she said. "You do learn quickly."

"I try," Percy said.

He felt tired, as if he'd just fought through a hostile horde of Dracaena. He hadn't even gotten undressed for this lesson, and yet somehow it felt more intense than both the ones before it.

"I hope you're prepared."

Silena's voice jolted Percy out of his rest.

"What do you mean?" he asked.

Silena giggled. She really did look beautiful, her dark hair plastered to the chair behind her, bountiful breasts hanging free in all their glory. Her orgasm had even suffused her with something else, a slight flush that made her aura outright erotic.

"Starting tomorrow, your lessons get even more intense," she said. "One might even say that's when the real fun starts."

That was the most intimidating statement Percy had ever heard.

He couldn't wait.