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The next thing they knew, Zelda woke up by knocking on a door. Jolting upright they were relieved to see that they were back in the big house of Camp Half-blood, in the room they had gotten after accepting God hood. It was small, but had everything they needed and owned. They were sitting on the ground, dressed, once again in the clothing they'd put on going into the mortal world.
“Who goes?” Where the only words they could bring out at their normal calm tone.
“Mr. D,” The voice on the other side of the door said.
“Come in.” They said, someone would need to see them like this, and then why not Dionysus or Chiron? Who were years and years older than them and knew Zeus wasn't always the best person.
Mr.D opened the door, seeing Zelda sitting on the ground, knees pulled up, and looking up at him as he entered. It only took him one look at Zelda and he saw something was up, something had happened to them during their absence.
“What happened Zelda? You need to get up.” He asked, making Zelda look at him in surprise. The two would often refer to each other like Mr.D and Mr.Z like the campers did, it was rare for Dionysus to call him by his actual name.
“It didn't go as planned, grandfather, your father is an ass. You know that, right, Dionysus?”
“I do Zelda, but honestly, did you expect it to go flawlessly?”
“I mean, no, but not like it did either.” They said, looking at their own shaking hands. “Just, give me some time, and I'll be there.”
“If that's what you want,” Dionysus said before leaving the room and closing the door behind him.
There Zelda was, alone again, they looked at their hands. Shaking, they let out some silent tears. At the same time they took off their clothes, even though they knew the clothes were new and clean, they still felt dirty. They were trying their best to avoid looking at anything reflective that could have shown them their face, they felt disgusting, but not on the outside alone, deep, deep within themselves as well.
When they looked down as they were dressing themself again, they noticed they were still having an erection, and it was getting painful. Sitting down on the floor they leaned against the wall, their hand reaching out as they started to masturbate. Stimulating their dick with one hand as they went up and down the shaft, while the other held onto the ground as they sat bown forward.
As they continued they started moaning, though they kept their teeth together to try and muffle the sound, eventually grabbing the first thing they could find to bite onto. They actually started to feel good again, for a moment. Though the disgusting feeling inside them was still there, their mind was distracted from that feeling.
When they finally came they didn't hold back, didn't try to let it wait a moment as the cum came out. Moaning so loud they might as well not have tried to muffle it, but they couldn't help it, it just felt too good as they had been forced to keep it in, stay on that edge earlier.
When they finished, they put their clothing on before quickly cleaning it all up. Leaving silently to the dining pavilion.
Arriving at the dining pavilion, they went to the table of Cabin 12 where Mr.D and Chiron were sitting. They saw Mr.D kept a space for them free, how did they know it was for them? The plate was empty, but not empty in a way of: this has been used, empty in a way of: there wasn't anything on the plate to begin with. They were the only other person they knew in camp didn't need to eat next to those two. Also, next to the empty plate stood a can of diet coke, something both Mr.D and they drank regularly. So they sat down.
“Morning”, Chiron greeted Zelda, his plate was empty as they saw he was already finished by the crumbs on the plate. Looking around they realized they were indeed quite late, most campers had finished eating and some had already moved on to the rest of their daily activities, while others were sitting with friends or talking with siblings.
“Morning,” Zelda responded as they popped open the can of diet coke.
“Morning,” Dionysus said last, Zelda wondered if he heard what happened after he left? But at the same time they didn't really care, as long as none of the Campers had heard them it was fine.
They silently drank the diet coke when a camper approached them.
“Mr.Z?” The camper, —whom they recognized as one of the children of Thanatos— asked carefully.
“Yes?” They responded, swallowing under the assumption they'd get asked a question they were not ready to answer. Not to any of the Campers at least, if Chiron or Mr.D asked they would probably tell them exactly what happened. But to a Camper, who next to the fact most aren't adults already have enough problems and worries? Never.
But to Zelda's surprise they asked: “Can you help? The new campers keep dropping their swords and Dusk is about to force them all to sleep out of frustration.”
“I'll come help,” They say, and as they stand up they look at Mr.D, who winked at them. They had no idea what he told the rest of the Campers while they were getting ready - they've taught the campers that they can ask them anything - but they're happy he did now. Happy to distract themselves and continue like normal.
Because even when one felt like shit, time did not stop, and for these demigods, —with their already below average lifespan,— every day counted. So just like time, Zelda wasn't planning to sit still. No matter how bad things might get.