Camp Half-Blood buzzed for the annual Forge Festival—Leo's brainchild, a night of fire shows, mechanical demos, and godly feasts honoring Hephaestus. Torches blazed around the central pavilion, demigods from both camps mingled: Romans in crisp tunics, Greeks in orange tees. Jason Grace stood tall at the head table, praetor cape fluttering, arm around Annabeth like a trophy. But his grip tightened possessively; he'd been distant since the quest, suspicion simmering in his stormy eyes.Annabeth wore a short chiton dress—Leo's "gift," bronze-threaded and scandalously low-cut, hugging her curves. Underneath? Nothing. Her thighs rubbed slick from their pre-festival quickie in Bunker 9: Leo bending her over his latest invention, a vibrating automaton arm that buzzed against her clit while he railed her from behind. "Wear this tonight," he'd commanded, fingering his fresh cum into her. "Let Grace smell me on you."Now, as Leo took the stage—grease-streaked, grinning like a devil—Annabeth's core throbbed. Jason leaned in, whispering, "You okay? You've been... off."She nodded, pulse racing. Off? Dripping for another man.Leo's demo ignited: flames danced from his palms, shaping mythical beasts that roared approval from the crowd. Piper, Hazel, Frank cheered; Percy shot Annabeth a thumbs-up from afar. Then Leo called volunteers. "Praetor Grace! Wise Girl! Help me with the finale?"Jason strode up confidently, ever the showman. Annabeth followed, knees weak. On stage, amid pyres and cheering campers, Leo handed Jason a torch. "Light this—symbol of Roman fire." Jason did, sparks flying.Then Leo turned to Annabeth, voice booming over the hush. "And for Greek ingenuity..." His hand shot out, yanking her against him publicly—possessive, brazen. Gasps rippled. Jason froze."Leo—" she started, but his mouth claimed hers, tongue invading deep, hand cupping her ass under the chiton. The crowd murmured—shock, whispers of "Is that...?"Jason dropped the torch. "What the fuck?!"Leo broke the kiss, smirking at the praetor. "What? Just showing how real fire works, Grace." His fingers dipped between Annabeth's thighs onstage, right there, scooping her wetness audibly. She moaned involuntarily, hips bucking into his touch—eyes locked on Jason's horrified face. Leo held up glistening fingers for all to see. "She's soaked for me. Has been for weeks."Campers gawked: Piper's jaw dropped, Percy's eyes widened, Romans muttered betrayal. Jason lunged—"You bastard!"—but Leo's fire wall erupted between them, singeing his cape.Annabeth's loyalty snapped like dry tinder. "Jason, it's over," she panted, grinding against Leo's thigh as he fingered her shamelessly, two digits pumping deep, thumb on her clit. "You're always gone. Leo sees me. Fucks me like you never could."Humiliation burned Jason's cheeks redder than the pyres. "Annabeth... how could you?"Leo laughed, spinning her to face the crowd, hiking her chiton to expose her bare ass and dripping pussy. "Watch this, hero." He freed his cock—thick, raging—thrusting home in one brutal stroke. Annabeth cried out, back arching, tits spilling free as he pounded her publicly. Slaps echoed; her juices splattered thighs. "Tell them whose you are!""Yours—Leo! Gods, yes!" She came hard, squirting onto the stage, body shaking as campers averted eyes or stared transfixed. Leo roared, filling her overflowing, cum dripping down her legs for all to witness.He pulled out, tucking himself away, arm around her waist. Jason staggered back, defeated, as Chiron dispersed the stunned crowd. "Get out, Grace," Leo snarled. "She's mine now."Annabeth, spent and glowing, kissed Leo fiercely amid dying flames. Jason fled to New Rome, praetor pride shattered. The forge had claimed its prize.
