Dealing with Drama

by TheSonofTartarus (ao3)

Chapter 1: Disclaimer

The start of a new dawn....

Time flies, but we feel stationary, and bored. I shudder to think of the day when Wattpad and fanfiction will be obsolete. I wonder about death, what happens after we die. Some say God happens, I say we turn to bones, to ashes, to dust. After death, all, mothers, brothers, sisters, are nothing but a distant memory, and a burden.

But as it is, I'm writing this new book filled with smut galore, and still feel as if there is nothing to worry about. There are miles to go before I sleep.

Pain, pleasure, all the bodily sensations that make us feel alive.... glorified by Satanists, metalheads, and embraced by sadists and masochists alike.

I'm no different than them, with flaws enough that I could have gone on and on.

I think my rambling just gave me some idea of what I'll write next chapter.

This book is dedicated to aura_evans. Maybe this can encourage you to update faster, and keep up the good work that you taken up. I'll be joining you after this book is completed, for I have made up my mind that my next story will be a HP fanfic.

Now, what this chapter really is for.

I don't own PJO/HOO. Uncle Rick does.

I'm just a backyard nerd with an interest in palaentology.

Hope you enjoy!

Chapter 2: Prologue: Part 1

Time: Five Years After the Dark Prophecy (ToA)

Life is fleeting.

One moment you are there, the other, you are not.

And we spend most of the precious little time that we have on this planet in strife.

Percy still stared at the spot in disbelief, not fully comprehending what had just transpired.

A war was raging around him, but he could not bring himself to care. The sky was burning, the dark clouds angry and foreboding. The strong breeze that buffeted him, ruffling his shirt and making his messy hair even messier, brought with it a stench of the dead. He could still smell the slight undertone of the fresh invigorating earth that had been there, before the war. The Field of Mars was a fun place, a fun place where you could hang out with the other legionnaires from the 12th Legion, play war games on Fridays, conducting drills on other days. Now it was a blood-soaked battlefield, the field which had been once covered with soft, green grass; soothing to the bare feet, now strewn with dead and dying soldiers of both sides.

Sparks flew up on all sides, the sounds of clashing metal and dying screams ringing out through the battlefield. The dark clouds that shadowed the sky, blocked out the sun, had a silver lining. Percy wanted to laugh at the idea, nothing could have a silver lining now. The bright blue patches of sky that peeked out behind the clouds burned with a ferocious intensity that had Percy shielding his eyes and turning away. His feet sank into the mud, the fertile soil of the Field of Mars running red with blood, seeping into the soil and making it a bloody, sticky sludge.

For once, Percy felt overwhelmed. He cowered behind the fortified wall, even as the fighting carried on around him, not looking the part of a heroic demigod.

It was just... too much for him.

The ringing in his ears, the stench in his nostrils, the burn in his muscles. He squeezed his eyes shut, embracing the dark sanctuary of his broken, shattered mind. The more he tried not to think of the chaotic world outside, the more he became conscious of the mud beneath his feet, the flecks of blood, cool and repulsive, on his face.

Percy wondered about death, what happened after one died. Being Greek, he thought that after death, one went to Hades to await judgement. He knew it better than most, having visited the Underworld himself. But he still thought.... how did it feel to know you are not alive? To know you are just a memory, helpless to do anything to influence the world? Percy wasn't sure if he would like that.

Some mortals said God happened after death. God with a capital G, the omnipotent, benevolent being, not the immortal, morally retarded beings that passed for God to the Greeks. They said God watched over all, that God stood for love, and forgiveness. Personally, Percy wasn't so sure, after seeing the Greek goddess of Love.

Percy hadn't felt love until she came along. A beautiful blonde with stormy grey eyes that had judo flipped him over her shoulder. He had his mother sure, but whatever parental love she gave was outweighed by the abuse he suffered as a child at his step-father's hands. He knew he shouldn't blame his mother for that, and he didn't- she had been his beacon of light during the darkest times of his life- but he couldn't help but feel a bit neglected from her part. It wasn't really Sally's fault, between all the jobs that she worked to make ends meet, he supposed she couldn't really take time out for him.

But gradually, the blonde replaced Sally as his beacon of hope. His mother had never been happier than when he confessed.

Nihilists said all dead turned to bones, to ashes, to dust. After death, all, mothers, brothers, sisters, are nothing but a distant memory, and a burden. Percy agreed with them from personal experience, knowing that mourning never got anybody any good.

But now, after seeing her gone, he couldn't bring himself not to care.

She had been there one moment, and the next thing he remembered was staring hard at an empty patch of land. There was nothing that remained of her, no flesh or bones to cremate. Maybe some of the blood that pooled around his feet was hers, mixing with those of other loved ones to create a sick, twisted tribute to love and life.

The thought made him sick.

Pain, pleasure, all the bodily sensations that made him feel alive.... glorified by Satanists, metalheads, and embraced by sadists and masochists alike.

Percy briefly wondered if that is why he was so into Bondage and BDSM, or why he liked heavy metal so much.

He remembered the two of them tentatively experimenting after Jason's untimely death. Alcohol had helped a lot.

Their first time had been... awkward.

It never felt... right, having loving, slow sex with her.

That is, until, he discovered her masochistic desires, and was only too eager to reciprocate. He still felt the pain and pleasure, the soft and the hard, all the mundane feelings assaulting his senses, overwhelming his mind.

Percy laughed to himself. He was sick. His mind was twisted. After her death, this is what he could think of.

How well her moans sounded to his ears as he worshipped her body with his lips, her stormy eyes behind a blindfold, her strong, mischievous hands and feet tied to the bedposts. How deliciously it hurt when she bit down hard on his neck, drunk on lust, high on pleasure.

Unconsciously, his hand raised up to his collarbone, where he placed it almost reverently on a purple love bite peeking out from underneath his orange shirt. It had been last night, where they had fun for the last night, in case one of them did not return from the final battle. The last time he would ever tie her up and ravage her.

How much would Percy give to have himself in her place, if only she would breathe again.

She was still on his mind.

Her last moments of life.

She seemed so full of life and hope.

Now she was.... just gone.

Her curly blonde hair shining bright even in the darkness, her grey eyes dancing with mirth as her soft, pink lips parted in the middle of a snide remark. Her Yankees cap askew on her head, her orange shirt identical to his, her shorts showing off her long, smooth legs.

The next moment, nothing was there. No shirt, no cap, no Annabeth. All that remained was blood and shrapnel from a cannonball.

Annabeth. Percy breathed out slowly, trying to control his raging emotions. She shouldn't have had to go through that. Nobody should have had to go through what they went through.

"Dude!" Someone cried out, rudely jolting him out of his serene thoughts.

Percy turned around, just in time to see a Roman dispatch another monster. All that remained was golden dust gently floating to the ground. He wore the standard purple SPQR shirt. His words were lost to him, mixing in with the ringing, the haunting sounds of the battle that raged around him. He was just another face he would forget the next day.

Piper's face floated to his mind. She was beautiful, Percy wouldn't deny it. If he had not have had Annabeth, he would have been jealous of Jason for getting her as a girlfriend. Her creamy, tanned skin, her soft, pink lips smiling softly at him. The way she always braided a single- always a single one- lock of her soft brown hair with a beautiful feather. The entrancing kaleidoscopic eyes of the half-Cherokee girl that burned with rage at her foes, and care for her friends.

Percy felt an uncontrollable, burning rage bubbling in his chest, threatening to tear a scream from his throat. Raw adrenaline pumped in his veins, numbing him to all the pain, the burn in his cramped muscles.

Now the leader of both the Roman and Greek demigods, Percy stretched up to his full height of over six feet, his eyes burning with unadulterated, monstrous fury. He would have his vengeance.

His Roman saviour's eyes widened at the sudden transformation, and he unconsciously took a step back. Percy noted his movement without conscious effort, his eyes following the contraction and relaxation of his every muscle like the apex predator that he was. He had never realised that he had never left.

The son of Poseidon's dark hair, darker than the clouds overhead, cascaded down in silky black locks to partially hide his forehead. His sea-green swirled with power, rage, hurt and an unquenchable hunger. The darkness in his heart reared its ugly head once again as he turned around to glare hatefully at the horrible abomination that was the Roman Triumvirate.

The three were engaged in fierce combat with Artemis and Apollo, as he was called now, Lester Papadopoulos.

Apollo was getting butchered out there. He would have been dead long ago if Artemis had not been there.

Artemis.... Percy felt another pang of hurt. She had been close to Annabeth and Percy, and the three of them- Annabeth, Artemis, and Thalia- were always planning something behind his back, pranking him senseless during his prolonged stay with the Hunt after Orion's massacre. After the incident, only seven Hunters made it out alive. Artemis.... if only she knew what had happened to her 'honorary Hunter'.

His dark sea-green eyes swept the battlefield, looking for other familiar faces. He briefly caught a glimpse of Reyna, her beautiful silky black hair framing her aristocratic face as she fought, before she was swallowed again by the chaos.

Towards the back of the Olympian army, relatively safe, he caught the Hunters.

His eyes quickly sought out the lone form of Thalia, before darting to the ones behind her. His two little sisters- Rose and Violet, were safe. They looked dangerously and cute, as they sniped at monsters from a distance at a rapid pace.

Thalia stood beside her little sister. Neo had identical electric blue highlights in her dark hair, that just screamed, 'daughter of Zeus'. She looked cute, too, the last of the 'Little Big Three', as Percy liked to call them. Neo, Rose, and Violet were inseparable, and Percy and Thalia had bonded over their equally mischievous little sisters.

He quailed again when he caught Thalia's forlorn expression. She had seen everything. Her spear head rested limply on the ground, Aegis loosely held in her other hand. Her black hair was sticking to her face with sweat, her electric blue highlights making her visible from a distance. Such a stealthy Hunter she was.

Her electric blue eyes were blank, her lips and face not giving away a thing. Silently, she raised a spear, skewering a lone hellhound that had tried to sneak up on Rose without even looking. Showing surprising strength, she lifted the hellhound clean off the ground with a little grunt, flinging it like a marshmallow to where it crashed into its fellow monsters, breaking a few bones as it slowly bled out.

Percy understood the gesture almost as well as if he would if Thalia had herself whispered it into his ear.

Kill.

Give in to instinct.

Percy tore his eyes away from her, again sweeping the battlefield.

He picked out a lone pegasus. Blackjack was with Rose and Violet, protecting his little sisters from monsters, so he was left without a steed.

The pegasus he saw had a beautiful cream coat, though its beauty was marred by the blood drenching its forelocks, and the ugly blood splattered on its hind. One of her wings had been clipped off cruelly, hanging by a few tendons, and the stump bled profusely as she tried to take off, flapping her one good wing, and the stub that was left of the other, the broken part lying limp on the ground.

Percy's heart retched at the sight.

Her wings were gorgeous, despite the blood soaking her soft feathers, the beautiful fluffy, white feathers tipped with the same cream colour that was her coat, slowly turning pink as the blood soaked them.

Percy knew what had happened.

It happened too much.

Her rider had been shot off her seat. She was courageous, he had to give her that. Despite the pain from her almost severed wing, she was raring to go, neighing impatiently and trying to join the other pegasi as they rode by with their riders, but was beaten off by the Roman legionnaires for messing with their formation as they charged. The Roman pegasi, who stood taller than her, kicked at her chest with their hooves impatiently, making her back off and stay in the same spot, bearing her pain in silence, open to fire.

The mare without a rider met eyes with the warrior without a ride, almost as if feeling his intense power. No words were needed then.

Percy looked back at Thalia once for confirmation, only to receive an almost imperceptible nod in return.

He moved quickly, sheathing Anaklusmos on his back, leaving the relative safety of the fortified wall.

He did not run per se, but nobody had seen a man move so fluidly, I so purposefully. He was as suited to movement on land as he was in the sea, and he was the son of Poseidon.

With a few quick strides he had reached the mare, who was standing still, apparently knowing what was to come.

Percy picked up a relatively heavy battleaxe from her feet, gently prying open the dead fingers that clutched at it possessively. The mare had stayed by her master's side even in death.

"Lizzy." She told him her name as he shook the axe to get the excessive blood off, revealing the beautiful twisted Damascus pattern on the Imperial Gold blade and handle. Gems were embedded in the handle, rubies gleaming as red as the blood beneath his feet, emeralds that shined as bright as his eyes.

Without a word- Percy was not sure if he was capable of speech- he chopped off Lizzy's mutilated wing, summoning the water in the air to crudely heal her bleeding stump.

He stepped over the severed wing, feeling the delicate bones crunching under his boots, seeping into the blood-soaked earth, her soft feathers losing all innocence as they were subjected to cruel perversion by the thick fluid.

Percy jumped into her saddle, shifting the heavy battleaxe into his right hand as his left weaved through her soft, silky smooth mane shifting her silver hair on to the other side, just as she was comfortable.

Lizzy spoke unusually less for a pegasus, Percy assumed she was in as much shock as he was.

The only thing left was what they had been doing for years then, a desperate charge to their deaths.

Rider and ride were one as they charged through the frontlines, not stopping as they broke through enemy lines into the heart of enemy territory, where Artemis and Lester were.

Percy appeared to be unusually good at wielding the enormous, heavy battleaxe, using its obscene reach to mow down enemies far and near. Lizzy almost seemed to know when he would do what, as she would throw her weight to one side as he shifted the battleaxe from right to left hand, switching hands like a god to kill monsters on both sides of the rampaging pegasus. For her part, Lizzy never stopped, never faltered as she charged, weaving in and out of enemies like a swan, her blood-splattered body slick and smooth, gleaming in the light. Blades passed within a hair's breadth of her muzzle, cannonballs whizzed over her head, but she did not feel afraid.

As long as she felt her rider firm on the saddle, there was nothing that could deter her. She was guided by the slightest touch of the reins, and Percy seemed to know what she was thinking, what she wanted, almost as well as she knew what he wanted.

Percy guided Lizzy expertly despite her handicap, her other wing tucked tightly into her flank as he charged. The golden axe that he held in his hand, almost as tall as he was, weaved through the monsters thick on either side of him, killing and bashing with abandon.

Percy did not care to look back at the absolute carnage that he had wrought. Demigod, monster, mortal, friend or foe, died alike by his axe that day as he lost all sense, all those who could not jump out of his way were cleaved in half.

One moment, he was riding at full speed, the next, he was flying through the air.

Lizzy had tripped over a dead Greek camper, sending him flying.

Percy, flying through the air, clutching his axe, looked back to confirm if she was indeed okay. And she was.

Lizzy was standing up again, though her front knees were rather badly cut and bleeding. She neighed out to him, before limping out of the way, chased off again by enemy fire.

Percy found that he did not care.

He gripped the battleaxe in his hand tighter, using it to vault over Nero, and lodged the blade deep into Commodus' shoulder, making the emperor scream in pain as his sword dropped from his useless arm.

Percy felt a deep pain in the right side of his chest, and looked down to see a sword buried to the hilt in his ribcage. His eyes widened with fury.

He no longer felt pain. He was high on adrenaline, and his blood boiled. His heart howled in fury.

He snarled at Caligula, wiping his smirk off his face as Percy effortlessly shattered the arm holding the sword with the Imperial Gold handle of his heavy axe, forcing the Roman to let go. The Roman howled in pain as Percy grabbed a firm hold of his throat, effortlessly flinging him into the mutilated Commodus. The two crashed, and went down in a tumble of blood and splinters of bone. The twin archers jumped out of the way just in time, ducking and scampering away as Percy swung his axe around to shift his grip again, switching into the defensive.

The last of the Triumvirate tried to jab at him with his spear, but Percy backhanded Nero's attempt without even looking at him, slamming the butt of his long-handled axe into the latter's skull, effectively knocking him out.

It was no competition. The son of Poseidon briefly wondered from where he had got so good at wielding the undoubtedly heavy battleaxe that he had just picked up from Lizzy's dead rider a few minutes ago.

He winced as he got a good hold of the sword in his chest, pulling it out with a low grunt. The pain erupted in a blazing volcano that set his nerves on fire, and he briefly wondered if this is what Annabeth felt at the point of her death. His mortal blood erupted in a thick spring of red fluid that bubbled forth from his open wound. Percy guessed that the sword had barely missed his heart, and had punctured his lung. He could feel his broken ribs sticking out of his back, puncturing the skin.

He heard a soft gasp coming from the moon goddess as she looked at his fatal wound.

Percy stared at the three mutilated bodies, thrusting the butt of his bloodsoaked axe into the soil. He was still bleeding, but he did not care. He felt cold, but his blood was warm. The right side of his body drenched in slick blood, was ignored.

Percy did not know what he wanted to do.

He just wanted them to hurt.

He broke the promise he had made to Annabeth in Tartarus. He boiled their blood as he had boiled Akhlys.

He cut out their tongues.

He castrated.

He made them eat each other's eyeballs.

He chopped off their fingers.

He scalped them.

He carved their bodies.

He did the 'Blood Eagle', and strung the three of them up on pikes, their lungs hanging out.

He punctured their stomachs, and let their stomach acid slowly dissolve their bodies.

He was covered in gruesome blood, flesh, caked with dirt, drenched in gore.

Percy did not care.

He just wanted them to hurt.

He defiled their bodies with knives even as they died.

Their screams was music to his ears.

Percy faintly remembered Artemis crying for him to stop.

Apollo pleading with him to get his wound checked. He would die in a few minutes.

Percy did not care. He wanted to die. He just wanted to die knowing the Triumvirate paid their due.

He remembered Thalia standing silently by his side as he tortured.

Rose and Violet trying to plead with their big brother.

Blackjack nuzzled his neck affectionately, reminding him that he had yet to get him the doughnuts he had promised.

Lizzy neighed from a distance, where she was being gently cared for by the twin daughters of Poseidon.

The other Hunters begging him to stop. Reasoning that they were dead already.

Percy did not know. He just wanted them to hurt. All his higher brain functions had devolved to this primitive state.

He did not know after how long, but he finally felt his body weakening, falling limp. The shadows in his eyes crawled up to him. The darkness in his heart roared.

Percy slid to the ground, lying in the mud and blood and puke.

Anaklusmos held tightly in his hand. His other hand was still tightly wrapped around the golden handle of his newly acquired battleaxe.

Percy only felt regret that he would not be able to fight with his excellent weapons again.

It was night by that time.

Percy laid on his back, staring up at the sky. The dark clouds had disappeared, and the purple night sky twinkled brightly with innumerable stars. There was a gentle breeze, carrying with it the faint smell of the sea. Percy could make out the constellation The Huntress, made in honour of Zoë. It twinkled brightly in the dark sky. He tried to reach up, trying to touch the untouchable.

Faces swam in and out of his vision. Crying faces, worried faces. A flash of auburn hair. Teary electric blue eyes. His little sisters pleading with him not to leave them.

Percy felt someone press on the wound in his chest, trying to stifle the bleeding, injecting something into his arm.

He felt himself being moved, but he resisted as well as he could, the grip on his weapons tightening.

Faces swam in his vision. He could no longer distinguish between any of them.

The only thing he could recognize was curly blonde hair shining bright even in the darkness, grey eyes dancing with mirth as soft, pink lips parted in the middle of a snide remark. A Yankees cap askew on the girl's head, her orange shirt identical to his, her shorts showing off her long, smooth legs.

Annabeth. His mind supplied a name to the visage of the goddess. His goddess.

Percy wondered if Valhalla existed.

Maybe he could reunite with all his lost friends at the Hall of Heroes.

Maybe the Norse would let a few Greeks into their ranks.

Maybe that was Odin's wing women coming for the son of Poseidon.

Chapter 3: Prologue: Part 2

Time: A year after Orion's Massacre

Percy plopped down on the log beside Artemis, snaking his hand around her shoulders, and held her close to his chest. The auburn-haired goddess sighed softly, leaning into his chest, in her eighteen-year-old body.

On his other side, Thalia snuggled into him, hugging his arm tightly.

Annabeth sat at his feet, resting her back against the log, and draping his legs around her petite frame.

Percy whined playfully about being trapped, but was promptly ignored.

Artemis was listless, reflecting the mood of her Hunters. Her auburn hair had assumed a silver tint in the dull moonlight, making her look like the goddess she was. Her eyes stared into the dancing flames of the campfire, reflecting the orange light in her silver irises. She had a sad, depressed air about her, and had the beginning of bags under her eyes. Her hair was slightly knotted, and her uniform was not as impeccable as it usually was. The bright silver had turned dull, the silver dagger she used to roast marshmallows was not as sharp as before.

Thalia was dressed in her usual goth style, her flowing, silky black hair cascading down in a soft waterfall down her back. Her eyes were closed as she basked in Percy's warmth, her soft pink lips parted as she let out soft breaths, almost on the brink of falling asleep. She was wearing a silver-studded black leather jacket, combat boots, and ripped black jeans that allowed Percy to catch a glimpse of the smooth pale skin of her toned legs. An elegant black choker sat snugly around her neck, and did not seem to bother the girl in the slightest as she dozed.

Annabeth was dressed plainly in a standard-issue Camp Half-Blood t-shirt and shorts. Her luscious blonde hair was tied back in a ponytail as she absentmindedly played with her necklace of Camp beads. She stared into the flickering fire, for once not being able to pay attention to the book that lay open in her lap, apparently forgotten. Percy's bare legs were draped over her shoulders, his ankles resting on her soft thighs as she unconsciously massaged his bare feet slowly. Percy could not see her eyes, but he knew that her grey eyes were sharp and perceptive as always, providing him with an insight into her brilliant mind that processed stuff at superhuman speeds.

Artemis suddenly shifted, pulling his arm closer around her shoulders as she leaned closer to him, hiding her face in his broad, clothed chest. Percy could tell she was trying not to cry. Trying to be strong for them. For her Hunters.

His hand weaved through her soft hair, laying comfortingly on the back of her head, soothing her as he massaged her scalp. He applied slight pressure, encouraging her to let loose all her thoughts to him. He basked in the loving warmth the three girls exuded.

Annabeth hugged his legs closer to her body, shivering slightly from the cold, despite the fire that was barely feet away from where she was sprawled.

The sky was dark, the innumerable stars twinkling like always. The moon, a waxing crescent, glowed a dull yellow, which did not do much to illuminate the dark forest around them. The forest was alive with the sounds of nocturnal creatures, all the unknown critters making chirping noises. An owl flitted through the branches overhead, emitting a soft hoot as it went. The wind rustled the leaves of the coniferous trees, making the looming pines whisper as they waved their leafy arms. A soft shower of dry leaves drifted down to the forest floor with a gentle rustle.

The Hunters, once the mightiest regiment of the Olympian armies, now sat a pitiful bunch of disorganized warriors around a dying campfire in the middle of nowhere. Their ranks had been thinned from over forty to only seven, excluding Thalia and Artemis. And of the seven, only Phoebe and Atalanta were left over from the ancient times. Of the others, only three were well trained, and two had been accepted just before the second Giant War.

They sat on logs around the dying campfire, wallowing in self-pity as they roasted marshmallows. Once proud, their will had been broken by the loss of their sisters, and now they were no better than the average demigod. Some had dried tear tracks on their beautiful faces, and all their uniforms were askew, improperly maintained and dirty. The roasting of marshmallows had none of the fun it did- there was no singing, no catapulting molten sugar at others. It was done only as a mere tradition. The tension, regret and sadness in the air was so palpable it could be cut with a knife.

Ruby, a daughter of Aphrodite recently recruited, was the first to break. She flung down her stick, and flipped her luscious cherry blonde hair over her shoulder in an attempt to appear confident, but in vain. Still looking as miserable as ever, the gorgeous daughter of Aphrodite trudged over to her tent, depressed, not having spoken one word the entire depressive evening.

Percy's eyes followed her each and every movement, fixating on her perfect ass as it swayed enticingly, showing off her love genes.

He assumed that man-hating was not the only criteria for being a Hunter. An unsaid criterion was left- each Hunter Percy had ever seen, from Zoë to Artemis to Thalia, was drop-dead gorgeous. It was not surprising that so many males lusted after them.

Percy was jolted out of his thoughts when Annabeth nuzzled his crotch affectionately. Damn, she had detected his stirring member. Sending a sultry smirk his way, the blonde leaned further into his groin, placing soft kisses along his clothed thighs. "Master...." she moaned softly, so that she did not disturb anybody. "Did you see anything that you like?" She teased.

Percy checked to see if Artemis or Thalia was stirring, and sure that they were both asleep, he leaned down, blowing into her ear, and making Annabeth shiver in delight and aroused anticipation. "Yes, yes I do. The whore I want is currently between my legs. And she will be taking thirteen inches up her ass tonight as punishment. Against the tree behind Artemis' tent."

Percy smirked at the dazed look that crossed Annabeth's face. Slight drool escaped her perfect lips as she fantasized about being caught by Artemis... and many more things. Her calculating grey eyes glazed over in lust as the brilliant daughter of Athena became a mindless blonde bimbo, a side of her that only Percy saw or was allowed to see.

"You are nothing but a cum-starved nympho, you know that?"

"Yes, master. I'm your cumdump..."

Whatever she was going to say was cut off next as Artemis stirred, making Percy jerk back abruptly.

He shook Artemis and Thalia awake gently to wake them up.

Percy looked up at the night sky as they stirred, yawning cutely as they rubbed their tired, sleepy eyes. The two girls stretched to get the kinks out of their tired bodies, showing off their natural flexibility, and revealing their bare sides. Percy's hands twitched as he tried not to tickle them, and he managed, though only barely. Instead, he lovingly ruffled their hair.

"Come on, sleepyheads," he called, "Ruby has already gone off to her tent. Now off you go!" He clapped his hands, childishly adding, "Choo choo!"

Thalia smacked his shoulder. "Shut up, Jackson. Act your age." Though she could not resist the smile tugging at her lips as Percy pouted.

The son of Poseidon stood up, much to Annabeth's complaint, as she was forced to shut the book she was 'reading', and stand up with him. He pulled Artemis and Thalia up with him, hugging the three girls tightly to his chest in a bear hug.

Annabeth laughed, a lovely tinkling sound that always made Percy's heart race. "Let go, Percy, I can't breathe!" It came out muffled.

"Goodnight, Percy." Artemis hugged him, standing on her tiptoes to kiss his cheek. Her lips lingered for a moment on his skin, her warm, soft hand caressing his other cheek. All too soon, her warmth was gone, as the moon goddess trudged back to her tent, dragging her feet tiredly.

"Goodnight, Jackson." Thalia tried to sound rude and uncaring, but failed miserably as she leaned up to place a quick kiss on the corner of his mouth, dangerously close to his lips. Percy tried to burn the memory of her soft lips into his mind, but she was gone, too, without a word, a slight blush on her cheeks.

All the Hunters took their turn to hug the only acceptable male on the planet, kiss his cheek, and wish him goodnight. Percy reciprocated each one with the same childish eagerness that made them laugh.

Once Annabeth and Percy were alone in the clearing, she gave him a knowing smile as she squeezed his hand.

Percy squeezed her hand back, glaring at her. "Not a word." He hissed, to which Annabeth just shrugged.

Percy's eyes narrowed, before he grabbed her book from her hand, flinging it carelessly into their tent. Annabeth protested, trying to reach out for the book, but was restrained by Percy, who slammed her into a tree, effortlessly holding her up with only a knee between her legs.

The daughter of Athena yelped,  but was immediately silenced by the predatory look in Percy's eyes. She felt her panties soak as he growled possessively, his superior form dominating her petite body.

His lips met hers in a rough, hungry kiss as his hands tore at her clothes, making Annabeth moan wantonly as she was ravaged in the open, in clear sight of any Hunter that decided to take a midnight walk.

The only resistance she offered was to wrap her slim, strong arms around Percy's neck, burying his face into her chest.

Time: A few days later

Percy knocked on the wooden door, stepping back to stand beside Annabeth as the two waited for the door to be opened. Unconsciously, his hand sought out the daughter of Athena's, squeezing it as he stood.

Soft smiles grew on their faces as they waited.

The night was relatively calm, the moon was shining brightly in the cloudless sky. A few stars were visible, most gone due to the pollution in the city. There was no breeze, just the occasional burst of hot air coming in from the open windows in the corridor. Outside, on the street below, several cars honked and sped by, leaving great clouds of smoke and dust, their drivers in a great hurry. Humanity sped by, a rat race of millions, not sparing a moment to care for the fallen.

The apartment building they were in, had a cosy and homely feel to it. The building was not for the affluent- there was paint and plaster peeling off the walls, and the rotting floorboards creaking, still, it was clean. Vases of fragrant flowers were potted at every few feet, and there were small plants on every windowsill. The rest of the building was silent, most of the residents being outside, but through the door that our two demigods stood in front of, there wafted a birthday song, it's words slightly blurred.

The song stopped abruptly as the knock reverberated through the small, mostly silent, corridor.

It was followed by a great rush as all the inhabitants fought to get the door, before a woman's soft voice called out. "Back! Back all of you!" She laughed, "Robert, help me out here!"

A man, Percy assumed he was Robert, called out, "At once, love! Now, get back, all of you." There were a few weak protests, and a scuffling of feet, before everything fell silent once again.

The door opened, revealing a middle-aged woman. She was of average height, her soft brown hair falling in gentle curls over her shoulder. Her face was undoubtedly beautiful, and there were smile wrinkles around her eyes. Her lips were curled up in a beautiful, natural smile directed towards the door, her dark eyes dancing with joy and happiness. She was wearing a simple apron, smeared with pink cream, stretched over her heavily pregnant belly.

Her expression flipped one eighty degrees as she beheld Percy. She stumbled over her own feet, stuttering, "Po-Poseidon?"

Percy's lips had curled up of their own accord seeing this loving mother. "No, Ma'am, may we come in?"

The woman stuttered, "Of-of course! Oh, forgive my manners! Amanda Hill, at your service!" She opened the door, letting Percy and Annabeth step in. "Of course, welcome to our humble home!"

Percy had to stoop low to enter through the door, his six foot five frame not allowing him easy entry.

The demigod, looking, for all purposes like a hot, regal Greek god, stood in front of the doorway, towering over everything else in the room. Annabeth shut the door behind her, her other hand never leaving his.

The occupants of the room looked up at Amanda and the two occupants, the perfect picture of a happy family. Percy's heart broke at the thought that he would have to tear them apart. Damn the gods to the deepest pits of Tartarus!

Robert was a middle-aged man, tall and slightly muscular, with dirty blonde hair and a bushy beard. His hazel eyes stared up at them with distrust. A blue party hat sat askew on his head. Two identical girls, twins, twelve years, stared up at Percy with a slight blush on their cheeks. Their perfectly tanned skin, sea-green eyes, told of their Poseidon heritage. They were sitting on the ground around a low lying table, on which there was a homemade strawberry cake with several blue candles.

But the curveball? Sitting beside Robert on the couch, trying to hide herself, ogling Percy without shame, was another girl of the same age, with the most startling, and familiar, electric blue eyes.

Percy almost stumbled and fell, if it had not been for Annabeth catching him. His jaw hung loose, his brain not being able to comprehend what he was seeing.

Seeing his expression, Robert stood protectively in front of the daughter of Zeus. "Who are you? Why are you here?"

Percy tried to compose himself, but could not. Wordlessly pointing towards Annabeth, he collapsed on the floor, which, thankfully, did not give.

Annabeth sighed, gesturing towards an empty chair beside the table. "May I sit?"

Robert nodded, still eyeing Percy with distrust.

Annabeth sat down gently on the chair, trying not to freak the family out more than Percy had already had.

"We are sorry to interrupt your party, but we are here on really important business. Do they know?" She asked, staring Amanda in the eye. "And what about her?"

"No, if you are who I think you are." Amanda shook her head. Then, stealing a quick glance at the daughter of Zeus, she mouthed, 'Adopted'.

Annabeth composed herself, opening her mouth to say something, gently easing them up, but of course, Percy had to speak up without thinking. "Who are you?"

She stole a glance at the protective father, and forced to urge to slam her head into the wall when she noticed him about to blow up.

"You think you can just enter my house, threaten my family, gawk at my daughter, and now-"

Thankfully, he was cut off by Amanda. "The twins are Rose and Violet, and that is little Neveah."

"Neo." The girl finally spoke up.

Annabeth sighed. "I am sorry, Mr. Hill. Percy did not mean to be rude. He just talks without thinking." Ignoring the 'hey' in the background.

"As I am sure your wife would agree, we are here on important business. Your three daughters need to go-"

"What do you mean?!" The man interrupted her.

"-with us." Annabeth continued as if she had not been interrupted. "Their fathers have called for them."

"Their fathers are dead!" He cried out.

"Their fathers are very much alive." Annabeth ignored the laughter from the twins at some silly thing that Percy said. "Their fathers are gods."

Robert just stared at her, and then looked back at Amanda. To his dismay, she gave a slight nod.

Annabeth dropped the metaphorical bombshell. "The Greek myths are all real." She waited for a moment, but when nothing came, she continued. "Rose, Violet, and Neo are demigods, children of a god and a mortal like yourself."

Percy spoke up, finally serious. "It is a matter of life and death, you have to understand, Mr. Hill. I hope you will ignore my previous words, but believe me when I say that I have no idea how they survived so long without supervision. This is no laughing matter, and it cannot stretch indefinitely. They need to learn how to defend themselves, and come to the world where they belong. The world of gods."

"Who-who are you?" Robert stuttered, not fully comprehending what he was being told. The three twelve-year-olds mirrored his sceptical expression.

Percy cocked a grin. "I am Percy Jackson, General of the Olympian Armies, Demigod Son of Poseidon, God of the Sea, Earthshaker, Stormbringer, and Father of horses-"

"-forgive his theatrics. And I am this goof's girlfriend, Annabeth Chase. I am a daughter of Athena." She spoke with a slight tilt of her head. "I assume you three have ADHD and dyslexia?"

Without waiting for an answer, she continued, "Your ADHD is not because of a lack of attention. Its because you notice too much- that's your battlefield reflexes keeping you alive- we are all warriors. And your dyslexia is because your mind is hardwired for Ancient Greek, not modern English."

Everyone but Percy, Annabeth and Amanda were doing great impressions of goldfish by that point.

Speaking of goldfish, Percy spoke up. "Rose and Violet are twin daughters of Poseidon, making them my little half-sisters." He ruffled their hair playfully, but received no reaction from the shocked girls. "And Neo is a daughter of Zeus, king of the gods."

He then devolved in a fit of giggling, imagining Thalia's face as she stared at a twelve-year-old version of herself.

Oh, wait.... Thalia saw a twelve-year version of herself every time she went to a coniferous forest.....

Only Percy ever found that particular joke funny.

Even Grover had grown out of that one.

"The world has gone barmy. You are all insane." So, Robert was in denial.

"No, Robert, they are speaking the truth." Amanda finally spoke up, affirming their words. "The girls need to go with them. For their own safety."

Chapter 4: Curing his Coma

Time: Six Months After the Last Battle

Percy woke up feeling sore all over.

He did not know where he was.

He wondered if he was dead.

Was that Annabeth holding his hand? Her hand was so soft. He gave her a reassuring squeeze.

There was a soft gasp.

Whispered words. Percy couldn't make out what words they were saying.

There were multiple voices.

'Angels.... I'm in heaven.'

He tried to laugh, but couldn't.

He tried to discern stuff, but couldn't. His eyes were covered by something, his ears were ringing. His mouth tasted like parchment, a rough, dry tongue. His lips were equally dry and rough.

He felt a beard prickling his neck. His beard. His long matted hair stuck to his sweaty face.

Unbidden, an image came to his mind. Blonde hair shining even in the darkness, grey eyes dancing with mirth, soft lips parted in the middle of a snide remark. A Yankees cap askew on her head. Shorts showing off her smooth, toned legs.

His mind supplied a name to the ungodly apparition. Annabeth.

His angel.

He felt soft hands gently prying open his mouth, holding his undoubtedly prickly, bushy jaw gently as if he were some priceless artefact.

A fluid was poured into his mouth, thick with minute crumbs of... something. It tasted delicious, but had a bitter undertaste. It felt cool on his tongue, but left his mouth warm. It tasted like his mother's blue cookies, something which Annabeth baked him at Camp.

He rinsed his mouth thoroughly with the wondrous fluid, not fully comprehending what he was supposed to do. His tongue felt soft and wet, velvety as it was supposed to feel, and his lips had also regained some of their natural softness. The simple action created a dent in the smoky haze that clogged his mental faculties.

It took him some time to realise that it was normal, and that the drink was nothing but a nectar and ambrosia mixture. It probably had some herbal paste mixed in, too.

Percy relaxed, gulping it after some internal debate. Apparently, it was the right thing to do, seeing as there was no rebuke yet.

He relaxed into the soft bed, and tried to feel himself. Apparently, he was not dead, something which he bitterly regretted.

He was naked, was the first thing that he observed. There was only a soft, fluffy towel covering his privates, slightly ticklish. He felt the fine, smooth, soft fabric of a thin blanket that covered the lower half of his body. His legs were propped up on some soft pillows. There was a bandage wrapped tightly over his chest, with what seemed like gauze, pressing tightly against the right side of his chest. It felt... wet, but Percy could not tell if the moisture was from blood or medicine.

He felt himself sinking into the soft bed that he lay on, feeling like he was lying on a cloud. His skin felt damp, as if he had been swabbed recently to clean his body. His wet skin stung in the cold air of the room, a chilly draught of air blowing through wherever he was, forming goosebumps on his skin. Despite the cold, he sweated profusely, the moisture trickling down slowly along the side of his face.

There was a beep, and he felt the cold air stop, though the temperature in the room was still quite low.

"How are you feeling, Percy?" The voice was familiar, though Percy could not place a name to it.

Percy squeezed the warm, soft hand that held his larger paw again, to show his appreciation. A few minutes of silence later, he realised that he could speak.

"I am..." His voice was rough, scratchy, and he coughed slightly to correct it. The simple gesture caused a burning pain to erupt in the right side of his chest, making him wince.

Immediately someone was at his side, handing him a glass of water. Percy accepted it thankfully, gulping down the life-giving liquid quickly.

"I am fine..." He waited. His voice sounded fine this time, so he continued, "Where am I? Can this blindfold come off? What happened?"

"Sit up, Percy, then we'll explain." A soft voice came from his side.

"Artemis? What... what is going on? What do you mean we?"

Artemis sighed, before she removed the damp cloth from his eyes. Percy squinted as the cold air stung his sensitive eyelids, then opened his eyes, squinting at first. He was thankful for the dim lighting in the room as he struggled to comprehend the interior of the room.

It was night. There was a closed window on the side of his window. Percy could faintly make out the moon by its silver glow.

On his bedside table, there was a flower. It smelled like moonlace, so Percy assumed as such, but his eyes could not make out any further details.

He tried to look in the interior of the room.

Faces swam in his vision, their features unrecognizable. He tried to recognize people by their hair colour, but there was only so much he could identify.

Artemis sat at his side, holding his hand, identified by her dark auburn hair. Twin flashes of electric blue showed that Thalia and Neo were standing at the foot of his bed. He assumed that the black hair in his bed belonged to his twin sisters.

"How are you feeling, Perseus?" Hestia asked. Where was she?

He ignored her location, instead correcting her, almost on instinct. "Its Percy."

From somewhere else, someone snorted. "Definitely the son of Poseidon I know." Piper's voice swam.

"Piper? Why is no one answering me? Where am I? Where is Annabeth?!" Percy asked, feeling a dreadful anxiety taking shape in his heart.

"Percy... you're on Ogygia." A soft hand caressed his cheek, and the demigod couldn't help but lean into her touch. "I'm Calypso." Caramel hair entered his rudimentary vision.

"Calypso... what happened?"

"You were passed out for six months, Percy. You took a fatal wound fighting the Triumvirate." Phoebe answered, her voice trembling slightly.

"When will my sight come back? Where's Annabeth?" Percy repeated his earlier question.

There was a brief silence, which made Percy squirm in discomfort, as he felt that everybody was hiding something.

"What happened?" He tried to sit up, but was pushed back into his pillows by a pair of soft hands. He tried to think what he was missing- some clue of what was going on- but came up with nothing.

He was assaulted by two weights on his chest, and had a faceful of silky black hair. "Big brother!" Rose broke down, hugging him tightly, and burying her face into his chest, careful of his bandage. Percy felt her crying, her body wracked with sobs.

Violet, who was trying to be strong, could not maintain her composure for long, as she hid her face in her big brother's neck, sobbing uncontrollably. Tears trickled down her beautiful face, and she ignored Percy's prickly beard. "You almost died!"

Percy laughed, which again made him wince. Immediately he felt the identical twin daughters of Poseidon pull away. "Annabeth would have killed me if I died." He smiled softly at the thought of his angel.

"Where is she?" He asked again.

"Will you stop asking about her for one minute, Jackson?" Thalia rudely interrupted, though Percy could tell she was trying to suppress her emotions from the way her voice was high pitched. "When there are women around you, you don't think about other women." She laughed weakly at her own joke.

"Sooo.... I was out for six months, and you couldn't improve the quality of your jokes, could you?" He smiled as he imagined the indignant look on her face.

Someone embraced him gently. "Its good to have you back, big brother," Neo whispered softly as she pulled back.

Percy smiled again as he heard Thalia grumble under her breath. "Jackson is taking away my sister from me, I know it..."

He felt his cheeks being kissed. "Glad to have you back, Jackson." Phoebe whispered in his right ear the same time Atalanta whispered in his left, "We were waiting for you..."

After going through the same motions with the rest of the Hunters, Percy felt himself being softly embraced by Hestia, identifiable by her pleasant scent of freshly baked bread and hearth. "You can't imagine my relief at seeing you awake, Percy." She spoke lovingly, "Its been too long."

Piper was next, kissing his forehead protectively. "You almost gave me a heart attack, Percy. You owe me one."

Percy went to chuckle, before remembering his wound. "You got it."

A pool of shiny blonde hair entered his vision. "Annabeth?" He asked unsurely, but he couldn't help but let a bit of hope creep into his voice.

"No, hero, I am Aphrodite." A soft, surprisingly gentle voice answered him, a small, soft hand caressing his cheek gently. Percy was torn between feeling worried about Annabeth and surprised that the goddess of Love was capable of such gentle ministrations.

"What are you doing here?" He asked, not being able to keep a bit of resentment from creeping into his voice, due to the unavoidable fact that she was not the one he was looking for.

Aphrodite chuckled, a soft sound akin to the tinkling of bells. "What everybody else is doing." She answered cryptically.

Percy closed his eyes again, feeling his eyes burn from the prolonged exposure to the cool air after months of inactivity. Weird shapes swam in his vision, and he was tempted to rub his eyes, but before he could, he was restricted by Artemis, who had not moved from her spot.

He felt someone sit down on his bed, beside him. The soft mattress sank down a bit, and like a sick child, he extended his hand blindly. Soft, nimble fingers twined together with his own.

"Percy, are you absolutely fine?" Calypso asked softly.

Percy shook his head. "Where is Annabeth?"

"She is sleeping, Percy. She stayed by your side all this time, and is tired. Do you want me to go wake her up now? It's almost midnight."

Percy shook his head, and felt Calypso briefly detach her fingers from his. The sound of a pen scratching away reached his ears. He tried to open his eyes, but they still stung, so he restricted himself to feeling Artemis' hand, which had never left his. He traced her soft palm with his rough fingers, before he felt his hand being taken by Calypso again.

She held his wrist, presumably checking his pulse. After a brief period of silence, interrupted by their gentle breaths, she asked, "Do you remember what happened?"

Percy shook his head. "No, you told me that I took a fatal wound fighting the.... Triumvirate. I don't remember anything else. It's all foggy."

"Can you try to remember?"

Percy complied, concentrating on any memories he had of the final battle. He remembered preparing with the Hunters, sharpening Anaklusmos, chatting with them deep into the night. Then dawn came, there were fortifications of the Field of Mars, monsters marching across the Tiber.... cannonballs firing, the roars of monsters.

Percy was violently shaken out of his thoughts.

There were loud whispers all around him. The shadows of the night were crawling up to him, the moon was red, dripping with blood. A faceless woman sat in place of Calypso, sharpening a knife. He looked up at Artemis, to see her holding him down. The auburn-haired beauty mouthed sorry, before looking away.

There were loud booming noises, like the echoing sound of a thousand cannons firing together, thunderous knocking on the door, before it broke down.

Monsters flooded into the room he lay in, helpless and bound to the bed. Hellhounds howled for blood- Percy's blood- faceless, shadowy demons danced around him, Kelly the empousai cackled with laughter. Suddenly, the towering form of the Minotaur entered the room, shaking its bull head. It's horns caught on the door frame, but they crumbled to dust as it snorted, raising his axe high above his head-

Percy expected the axe to crash into the ceiling, but nothing happened. The ceiling stretched away from the monster, allowing it enough room to wield its enormous weapon. Percy tried to move- to do something- he would not go down without a fight, but he could not move. It was almost as if the shadows of the night themselves restricted him, pinning his arms to the bed.

It all was happening too fast.

Percy faintly heard Artemis calling for him, telling him to wake up, and he realised it was all a nightmare.

He was back in the previous room, all the monsters gone.

He turned towards the side. Artemis was still holding him down, and the faceless woman was still there.

There was the thunderous bang of a cannon going off in the distance. The roars of dying soldiers. Percy felt the coll metal of Anaklusmos' handle thrust into his hand, but he could not raise it. He was too weak. He watched as the faceless woman held the knife at his throat, not bothering Percy's violent struggling, futile against Artemis' godly strength.

Percy bolted upright, his heart beating madly. He could feel his open wound bleeding profusely. The room was in chaos, Calypso was injecting something into his arm, Artemis was holding him tightly, her beautiful face streaked with tears. The Hunters were sobbing uncontrollably, holding onto each other. Piper stood beside Calypso, holding a tray.

He observed all this in a second, straining his eyes to see everything.

Someone else entered the room, but Percy couldn't care less.

Percy did not know where the others were, nor did he care a single bit.

He was sure he was dying. He could not breathe, he felt as if a great boulder was crushing his chest. He was hyperventilating. He did not know how he looked then, but he felt sure that his normally tanned skin was pale, and his eyes were dull. His hair stuck to his face, the bedsheets were drenched with sweat. He noticed someone had switched on the air conditioner again, and he was thankful for that. He noticed how their shadows danced and elongated, calling for him to join them.

Percy shook his head. It was all a horrible hallucination, nothing more.

"Percy...." Hestia whispered, "we are here. You have nothing to fear."

Rose and Violet were crying, their petite bodies wracked with sobs, clutching him possessively. They were gently pried away from his bleeding chest.

"Percy, you have PTSD. Try to relax, and sleep. We will be treating you now." Calypso whispered, afraid of causing another relapse of his nightmare fit. "No need to think. Just keep your head blank. No more questions, you will receive your answers when it is time."

Percy nodded dumbly, shutting his eyes and relaxing into the soft bed, thankful for the reprieve.

He felt someone hold his hand again, and lean in close. Their breath tickled his sweaty face.

"Percy.... I am here." Percy recognized it to be Rachel's voice. Her undoubtedly blazing red hair caressed his bearded cheek gently. Her voice shook with emotion. Her pleasant scent, her unidentifiable cologne, mixed with fresh paint stimulated his nasal faculties. He knew that she had been painting.

"I am sorry for disturbing you all. You must be so tired." He apologized, feeling sad and ashamed.

"Nonsense, Jackson." Thalia interjected, and another Hunter, Cynthia, a daughter of Nemesis, added, "You disturbed no one. We are only relieved that you woke up at all."

Atalanta picked up her line. "You were..."

She was rudely interrupted by Hestia. "There were some complications when you were healing, Percy. You were in a coma. Annabeth was very worried for you."

Percy smiled softly, remembering how his Wise Girl fretted every time he did something stupid. "Sounds like her." He ignored the sounds of shuffling and whispered rebukes in the background, their words not making sense to his foggy mind.

"I must say, I never expected Piper of all people to be so medically talented," Aphrodite commented offhandedly.

Calypso stifled a laugh as she slit open the bandage that covered Percy's chest. "She surprised me, too. She has a knack for ancient healing, surprisingly. Something which neither Apollo nor Asclepius has. I think it has to do with you being descended from Ouranos."

"More like she sprang magically from castrated balls in the middle of nowhere," Artemis muttered under her breath, so that Aphrodite could not hear.

Despite his less than normal hearing, Percy picked up her words, and snorted in laughter.

Calypso immediately stifled him. "Shush everyone. No laughing, Percy."

Percy nodded, childishly making a lips zipped motion. There were silent laughs from the others in the room.

"I am warning you..." Calypso threatened, snipping a part of his beard with her sharp scissors to add to the threat.

"I didn't..." Percy started, before falling quiet as both his hands were squeezed hard by Artemis and Rachel.

Calypso removed his gauze gently, and judging from the gasps in the room, it didn't look quite good. Percy could attest to that. Without the bandage and wet gauze to press tightly against his wound, Percy could feel his skin stretched taught in the area, sticky with various medicines. As Calypso pressed gently at various points, thunderbolts of burning pain shot through his core, making Percy gasp. As her nimble fingers gently swabbed the area with wet cotton, Percy could feel the uneven, bumpy skin there from large stitches, somehow different from the other scars that littered his skin.

All the while, Piper was making comments under her breath, and scribbling away at something, most probably taking notes. "It looks much better than before."

"You call that better!" Phoebe's voice was high-pitched. There was whispering, and Percy assumed that Atalanta, the only other healer in the room, apart from Calypso and Piper, was explaining some medical mumbo jumbo to him.

Calypso stopped her examination. "No need to worry, Percy." She patted his beard, the part which she had snipped off, "You will be doing a thousand push-ups in three weeks time, give or take two days."

Chapter 5: Telling the Truth

Time: A few weeks later

"Nine hundred and ninety-eight, nine hundred and ninety-nine.... and that's one thousand." Calypso intoned in a bland voice, making Piper giggle.

Calypso was sitting on the bed which was usually occupied by Percy. She was dressed in a beautiful white dress with gold trimmings, which drew Percy's eyes to her bountiful chest no matter how much he tried to keep them from wandering. Her waist and back were covered with some thin, lacy fabric, revealing her creamy, pale skin. The golden frill that the dress ended in, reached a bit below her knees. She was barefoot- she was always barefoot- and was swinging her legs childishly out of sheer boredom. Done in her regular elegant braid, her luscious caramel hair was thrown over her shoulder, drawing attention to her heavenly face, and almond-shaped amber eyes.

Piper was leaning against a table, absentmindedly playing with a sharp pair of surgical scissors. Her relatively short, spiky brown hair was let down, a single lock braided with a beautiful red and green feather. Wearing just a white t-shirt and shorts with sneakers, she had just returned from her regular run. Sweat rolled down her forehead, her tanned skin flushed pink with exhaustion. Her clothes stuck to her skin, and Percy's eyes trailed down her skin, clearly visible through her almost transparent shirt, to her toned legs. Her hypnotic kaleidoscopic eyes constantly changed colour, though her bored expression never changed.

Percy knew both of their expressions were clearly fabricated acts. He could clearly feel their gazes as they mentally undressed him. He had even caught them in the act a few times, as they ogled him without shame, sporting vibrant pink blushes.

After he had discovered Annabeth's masochistic and voyeuristic desires, quite by accident, he had gained enough confidence to shamelessly flirt with the females at Camp Half-Blood. Although that had not won him any bonus points with the Hunters, instigating the other gender (and sometimes his own) to blush furiously, was one of the few things that functioned as his daily entertainment.

So, yes, contrary to popular belief, he was not hopelessly clueless, and knew what he was doing. Most of the time.

Percy collapsed to the ground, leaning against the wall to catch his breath. It had taken him twenty minutes to do a thousand pushups, something which he had never done before. It had taken him a few weeks to be able to achieve the feat. The first few times when he had tentatively taken one push up after Calypso had deemed him healed enough, hot, pain comparable to burning spikes of molten lava shot through his entire core, putting him out of action for the entire day.

Annabeth visited him frequently throughout his stay at the infirmary under Calypso's care, spending a few hours with him each time. Although Percy would have liked her to stay longer, he understood that she had several jobs to do and had to constantly run errands to Olympus.

The Hunters were practically permanent fixtures in the infirmary, whether they were healing from injuries taken while sparring, or spending time with him. At any point during the day or sometimes night, there were at least two Hunters with him.

Several other girls had visited him during his stay. Reyna was the only one who had not been there the night he had woken up. She had been bone-tired after an entire day of working out.

The other girl was Athena. She never visited him, or talked to anyone else, if what the girls told him, was anything to go by. They told him that she had holed up in the library, and only came out during meals.

Another girl who was on Ogygia, but had never visited him, was Drew. Percy did not know why Aphrodite or Drew or Athena were there, as none cared for him particularly.

Percy was brought out of his musings by a soft hand tracing the scars on his chest, while another traced along his jawline.

Percy had regained his muscular stature after all the workouts that he had done after six months of inactivity. His broad, scarred chest was covered with bandages, which would be removed in the next few days. His sculpted, tightly packed abs were slick with sweat, slightly rising and falling with his torso as he breathed heavily. Prominent obliques led to a visible 'v' shaped waist that disappeared under the waistline of his Bermuda shorts. He was the perfect example of a god, gorgeously cut without an ounce of fat, with a muscle packed body.

His sharp jawline, with a slight, sexy stubble, only accentuated his dark appeal. His tanned bronze skin gleamed with sweat, his silky black hair which he had allowed to grow long, stuck to his face with sweat. The son of Poseidon's sea-green eyes shined as bright as emeralds, with life and hope, beneath perfectly sculpted eyebrows. His high cheekbones only perpetuated his aristocratic look.

Percy felt a deep blush crawl up his neck to colour his cheeks as his two nurses explored his sweaty, and mostly bare body with abandon. Although he had flirted with numerous girls before, this was the first time any girl other than Annabeth touched his body intimately.

And it just had to be a very sexy Calypso, his once crush, wearing a very revealing dress, and an equally sweaty Piper, his beautiful best friend, wearing an almost transparent shirt.

He felt like the world had gone crazy, and that he had indeed died.

Percy's blush intensified as Piper's kaleidoscopic eyes stared into his own, searching his very soul, not minding or not noticing his discomfort. Her beautiful eyes were extremely distracting, and her face was very close to his, so close, in fact, that he could feel her breath on his face. She smelled of roses and an unknown cologne that Percy could never hope to identify. Her soft, pink lips were parted in obvious lust, as her soft, nimble fingers traced his sharp jaw, his stubble slightly rough against her smooth, soft skin.

The condition with Calypso was even worse.

Her caramel hair and almost bare back was the only thing that Percy saw. A thin, almost transparent layer of white lace was the only thing separating them. She was on her hands and knees, facing him, and all the vile things he could do to her in that position raced through Percy's head. The curve of her perfect ass was clearly visible to him, and her firm tits did not succumb to gravity even in that position, jiggling and bouncing enticingly in their soft fabric restraints with every breath she took.

It was even worse when the Titaness massaged his abs, pressing and rubbing his diamond-hard muscles with her soft hands.

Percy felt the blush on his face intensify and creep down his neck as Piper leaned in closer, her pink lips a hair's breadth away from his, while Calypso's hands started wandering downwards.

He cleared his throat uncomfortably.

The effect was magical.

With matching, embarrassed 'eep's, the two females jumped away from his body, blushing down to their necks. Percy could have sworn there was steam coming out of their ears.

At that moment, Cathy, a daughter of Nike, entered the room. She had been accepted to the Hunters of Artemis just before the second Gigantomachy, and just like the others, she was on par with goddesses in terms of beauty.

Her spiky, dirty blonde hair reached till her shoulder, and she had a small lock of hair that she kept braided with golden strings, thrown over her shoulder. She was wearing a Nike sponsored Cristiano Ronaldo shirt, knowing that the Portuguese was Percy's favourite, which immediately made him her favourite. Skintight black jeans that showed off all her voluptuous curves clad her legs, ending in slippers- black and red Nike slippers, what else did you expect?

Her warm brown eyes swam with distrust, darting from Piper to Calypso, to Piper again, eyeing them with burning jealousy. It was obvious to anyone that entered the room that something had occurred between the three. Their furious blushes had yet to tone down on the intensity.

Percy could not help eyeing her form up and down appreciatively. Artemis sure knew how to keep her Hunters in perfect shape.

Almost feeling Percy's intense gaze on her, Cathy turned to her crush's sweaty, half-naked form with a heavy blush already rising up on her face.

It was no secret to the Hunters that every other Hunter, including Artemis and his own sisters, had a crush on Percy. That is why sometimes arguments broke out among them regarding who would spend time with Percy next, knowing that whenever they visited them in the infirmary, he would be half-naked.

Secretly, all Hunters were jealous of Piper, Calypso, and their own healer, Atalanta, as they got to spend all twenty-four hours of the day caring for a half-naked mutual crush, conducting intimate examinations... rubbing his body with their bare hands....

A possessive gleam lit up Cathy's brown orbs, her mind quickly hatching a cunning plan so that she could herself touch his body up close.

Her eyes tried to burn Percy's image permanently into her mind, as she kneeled behind him. Despite her heated cheeks, she managed to stutter out, "Percy, the others are waiting in the dining hall for you. Lean on me, I'll take you there."

Percy blushed. "I can walk on my own, thank you, Cathy."

Cathy shook her head, "No. You're clearly tired. Come on."

She reached out her hand, pulling up Percy from the floor. It was even better when he had to grasp her for support, being thrown off balance by her sudden jerk.

Cathy buried her face into his chest, smelling his musky, sweaty scent that made her feel light-headed. She felt a smile tugging at her lips when she felt two furious glares burning holes into her head, the jealousy rolling off the other two girls in waves.

"Come on, Percy." She spoke softly, hiding her true intentions, and ignoring the son of Poseidon's feeble protests.

Percy and Annabeth had been staying with the Hunters of Artemis for five years after the infamous Orion incident after the second Gigantomachy, when more than 40 Hunters died, leaving the once fierce group helpless against large monster hordes.

And that time had been enough for the earth-shattering change to occur. Never before had a male stayed at the Hunt for such a long time. And none of them had ever seen a male half as kind or selfless or respectful and loyal as Perseus. It did not hurt that he looked so.... delicious.

Cathy led Percy down the corridor, that connected the infirmary and kitchens to the dining room, the two medics following silently behind her. It was night, and slightly windy on the tropical island. The moon cast long shadows, and complex silver patterns on the carpeted floor, filtering in through the large French windows. At one end, there was a large, elaborate glass door that led to the garden. Long, dark shadows danced in the night, cast by the trees as they swayed in the gentle breeze.

Cathy pressed as close to Percy as she could, pressing her face to his cool skin, his still slightly sweaty chest pressing against her cheek, her hand rested on the small of his back. Percy's strong arm was thrown possessively- or so she thought- over her shoulder, his tall frame dominating her short frame. She could feel his warm heartbeat reverberating in his chest, his strong muscles that flexed with the slightest movement.

She was met with seventeen withering, jealous glares as she entered the dining room, not counting Calypso and Piper, who were boring holes into the back of her head the entire way, imagining her to drop dead any moment.

The only person in the room whose wrath was not directed towards her was Athena, who was glaring furiously at Percy.

Immediately, Rose and Violet were at their big brother's sides, helping him to his seat, despite Percy's feeble protests that he was fine.

The twin daughters of Poseidon returned to their seat a few minutes later with furious blushes on their identical faces, feeling everyone but Athena, including Neo, glaring at them.

Percy was busy gazing at the various things in the room to care.

It was not really a dining hall, despite what anybody said. It was more like a large dining room. There was a futuristic-looking island, perpendicular to where Percy was sitting. Thalia, Neo and Sydney, a daughter of Thanatos, were perched on the island. Percy was sitting with his back against a massive, sliding glass door that looked out to the swimming pool. Behind the island, stocked to the brim with all varieties of high-quality alcohol, was an expansive bar. On the opposite wall, face to face with Percy, was a massive fifty-inch television that spanned most of the wall, complete with a high tech speaker system.

The table itself, laden with piping hot food, was a low lying one, so that everyone had to seat on the ground to eat, tucking their legs beneath the low surface of the table.

Optimum utilization of space.

Artemis sat on Percy's right, while Annabeth sat on his left. The other Hunters sat beside Artemis, while Piper, Calypso, Reyna and Rachel sat beside Annabeth, in that order.

On the opposite side, Drew sat beside Hestia, who was trying to placate a furious Athena, who had yet to tone down her glare.

Percy wondered where Aphrodite was, and voiced his thoughts.

Hestia's expression softened, and there were a few whispers and elbows thrown among the Hunters, most directed at Atalanta and Phoebe. "Aphrodite has already had dinner and gone to sleep, you know how she is about her beauty sleep."

Everybody but Annabeth chuckled at that. The blonde daughter of Athena glared at Hestia, making Piper elbow her. Emitting an embarrassed squeak, she lowered her gaze to her empty plate, a blush rising up on her face.

Percy eyed her worriedly. "Annabeth, are you okay?"

"Yes, Seaweed Brain, I am fine." Her answer was short, but Percy could not shake off the feeling that something was amiss.

Hestia had just taken the lid off the steaming bowl of soup that was the beginner, when Athena threw down her spoon with a disgusted sound.

"What happened, mother?" Angela, a newly recruited Hunter, asked.

Athena turned her glare at her daughter, her expression softening for a moment, before her wrath returned full force as she turned towards a bewildered Percy. "I will.... will not participate in your foolish activities as you pamper this.... this man child! I never understood what Annabeth saw in you, sea spawn!"

Faced with her unbridled rage, Percy could see why she was a war goddess. Her shiny blonde hair, almost like Annabeth's, formed an intimidating halo around her face, flowing in soft curls. Her face, as sharp and as beautiful as befitting a warrior goddess like her. Despite her self imposed retreat into the library, her sun-kissed skin had not paled a bit, and she was as beautiful and healthy as she had been when Percy saw her for the first time. Stormy grey eyes swirled with wrath, directed at him, and Percy was sure that she was one of the most intimidating sights that he had seen, and that was saying something. Even in her casual white t-shirt, and sweats, she pulled off a feat that Kronos could not.

Nevertheless, he felt his blood boiling.

He slammed his fist hard onto the table, ignoring as all the girls around him flinched. "I did not ask you to be here, Lady Athena! I do not even know what is going on! But whatever happens, don't let your unground hatred for my father blind you to who I am! I am not Poseidon, open your eyes and open your ears, and listen to what I am saying." His face was red, a vein popping on his forehead. He felt the sturdy table finally crack under the force of his blow. "And don't drag Annabeth into this?"

He finally stood up, dwarfing Athena with his height and well-built body. His ears were ringing, and his vision had gone blurry again. A throbbing pain erupted in the right side of his chest. He could faintly hear everybody telling him to calm down, that it was bad for his health.

Hidden, suppressed rage at being kept in the dark erupted, his senses only comprehending Athena. Unknown to him, godly power was leaking out of him like oil from a platform in the North sea, pushing down everyone around him.

Athena was not one to back down. She pushed back at his raw power with her own. Normally she would have marvelled at how much trouble an untrained god at a fraction of his true strength was giving her, but she was consumed with rage.

The wisdom goddess sneered at him. "Calling me Lady! Do you know what even happened? Ask your precious 'Annabeth'!"

Percy was taken aback at hearing her address her favourite daughter in such a way, and turned to Annabeth, who was sitting at his side, his eyes pleading.

Shocked he was, when Annabeth's eyes, identical to Athena, turned to a bright azure blue, and her facial features changed.

Every girl around him except for Athena was horrified, and Percy got the feeling that all of them were in on the plan.

"Aphrodite?!" He roared. "Where is Annabeth?!" He backed away from everyone, only to press against the glass door.

"What.. what's happening?" He could hear the fear in his voice. Everything was rushing back now... cannons firing... screams of the dead... the blood soaking him... the fire... the shadows lengthening, reaching out for him...

He shook his head to clear his thoughts, holding out his hand to stop anyone from approaching. There was no one in the room that he could trust unconditionally.

"Where are we?" He began the interrogation.

"Ogygia. We already told you." Calypso whispered.

"And why are all of you here?"

"Percy...." Artemis held his hand, but the son of Poseidon flinched away from her soft skin, as if burned by the contact. The moon goddess' heart broke at seeing the man she loved with all her heart shy away from her.

"Percy... you are a god on the Olympian council... you were given immortality to prevent you from dying... there were complications though..." Piper started.

"And now, we have all been gifted to you by the gods," Reyna spoke softly, trying not to spook the demigod-god- more than he already was.

"We are your harem, for you to do with us as you please, Jackson." Thalia tried to summarise it up for him, knowing that he could not comprehend anything in his current state.

There were lots of questions on his mind. What did the 'harem' entail? What were the gods thinking? What was he god of? A chronological sequence of events would have been very helpful.

Percy's back hit the glass rather harshly, making it rattle in its frame. He spoke out the question, the worry, first and foremost on his mind. "Annabeth... where is Annabeth?"

"Annabeth?!" Athena's laugh was cold, unforgiving, almost insane.

"No!" Almost all the girls screamed out together, lunging towards the wisdom goddess.

Her voice rang above their shout. "She's dead!"

And with those words, all hell broke loose.

Chapter 6: Stopping his Suicide

Time: One week later

Artemis rapped sharply on the wooden frame of the door, fearing what she was going to see.

The noise reverberated through the mostly empty door.

Hestia wrung her hands in worry, her lush brown hair dishevelled as she stared at the closed wooden door. Beside her, Thalia tapped her foot impatiently, looking outside the window with a blank expression on her face.

The three were the only ones sent to collect Percy, as Calypso feared that too large crowds might have frightened him. A deduction which Piper and Atalanta agreed to, though reluctantly.

Artemis was wearing a casual silver t-shirt. Her silver eyes danced with unshed tears, her auburn hair frizzy, and thrown into a hasty ponytail. Her stomach growled with hunger, and there were dark circles around her eyes, caused by sleepless nights as she stayed awake, worrying for Percy. Her shorts ended mid-thigh, showing her creamy pale skin and toned legs. If she had been slim and lithe before, she was even thinner now. The only metals she had had was when the Hunters forced her to eat something.

Her heart broke remembering how Percy had flinched away from her during their last interaction.

He had not emerged from his room yet, and most girls on Ogygia found themselves staring blankly at the wooden door for long periods of time.

The only time he had come out since his shocking revelation was at the dead of midnight, when no one had seen not heard him go out. The only proof he had come out during the night was the fact that the bar in the dining room was almost entirely empty the next day.

Most of them had suffered.

Athena had not backed down from her position yet, and had become more and more irritable as the days went by, snapping at anyone who visited her self-imposed imprisonment in the library. Now, they had adopted a policy of leaving her alone, and she was not bothered in the slightest by the fact that everyone else was ignoring her.

Hestia was not faring any better than Artemis. The normally cheerful hearth goddess' lips were perpetually in a frown, despite her best efforts to erect a false smile for them. Her beautiful had taken a hit, her sun-kissed skin paling a tad bit, something which should not have occurred at all. Her eighteen-year-old curvy body, which could have given Aphrodite a run for her money, had thinned slightly. Her warm brown eyes had dulled, it was clear to anybody that she was not taking care of herself.

With Hestia's hope almost dead, the rest of the island was thrown into despair.

The meals did not have the flavour they usually had. The numerous rooms, usually bustling with activity, were very silent. Whenever any two girls met in the corridors, they tried their best to ignore the other, and go on their merry way. The tension in the air was so palpable, it could be cut with Artemis' now dull hunting knife.

The gym and dojo were silent, despite Reyna and a few of the Hunters engaging in strenuous physical activity am day to drain their worries. They were no laughs, no taunts shout out loud.

Percy's weapons, Anaklusmos and the Imperial Gold battleaxe which he had yet to name, had become the only visible sign that he even existed, apart from the perennially closed door to the master bedroom.

Most of the girls had retreated to their own rooms, hardly talking to one another. Even Percy's normally cheerful twin sisters were listless as they moped about uselessly. Rachel had adopted a strategy similar to Athena, locking herself in her studio and working relentlessly on her artwork.

One week should have been enough for him to cool off and wallow in self-pity. Now, everyone (except Athena) was getting worried about him, and last night at dinner, they had decided to visit him the next day.

"I say we break down his door!" Thalia shouted angrily, gritting her teeth as a vein popped on her forehead when Percy did not answer even after ten minutes of waiting. "Fuck you, Jackson! Open this door and let me in! I'm warning you, one week has been enough, you will get only five seconds more!"

Thalia had been the one to arguably take the worst hit, and Neo and the twins were the only things she was living for these days. She had already seen enough loss, now if Percy died...

Her silky black hair had not lost any of its lustre, though her shocking blue eyes were always tinged with red. Her eyes were puffy, and nose slightly red, her cheeks always with a feverish red hue as she brought herself down with worry. It was clear she had tried her best not to care, but the dark circles around her eyes and dried tear tracks on her face spoke otherwise. For once, she was dressed in regular clothes, with a black off-shoulder t-shirt, and white shorts that showed off her long, smooth legs. The black choker around her neck, however, was still there.

It had been a gift from the demigod, now god, whom she was gifted to.

For whom she dragged herself through the long hours everyday.

The person she cared most for.

The person separated from her by a single wooden door.

"Five!" Her voice trembled, and she mentally cursed herself for showing weakness.

"Four!" Hestia rubbed the tears away from her eyes, taking a deep, albeit shaky breath to settle her nerves.

"Three!" Artemis looked out of the large French window sadly. It was all her fault. She was destined to never feel love, to never love, if she had not fallen so hard for this stupid demigod, none of this would have happened.

"Two!" Her goofy demigod, whose stupidity and childish nature, she found strangely endearing. No, it was their goofy god now.

"One!" The day was cloudy and stormy, one of those damp, dark days when everyone felt like dropping everything and staying inside. Dark, angry clouds that rolled with the occasional thunder, blocked out the sun, setting the lonely tropical island into shadows that danced along the edges of the choppy sea. The briny breeze was in everyone's nostrils, stronger than ever, buffeting the palm trees and making their clothes rustle. The world outside was devoid of any life, all the birds having returned to their nests already. The harsh, hazy sound of the mighty waves of the sea crashing into the beach was the only sound that interrupted the silence, that stretched through the day.

"I'm breaking the door down, Jackson!" Thalia shouted, before turning to the other two. "Give me a hand here."

Artemis nodded, and the two sisters put their shoulders to the wooden door, bumping slightly to test its strength.

Luckily, it was not so strong. It was stronger than most mortal bedroom doors, but not the impenetrable fortresses that were most of the master bedrooms in the gods' palaces.

They stepped back, preparing for a short run-up, their complete concentration in the door before them. Hestia hovered in the background, her eyes swimming with worry.

With a mighty roar, the daughters of Zeus slammed into the door, their shoulders screaming in protest, pushing a bit of their godly strength into the charge. Artemis glowed a bright silver for a brief second, and Thalia let off bright sparks, before the door was blasted off its hinges.

The three women entered the room, searching around wildly for the god. The battered door lay forgotten on the ground, a large part of the floor covered with small wooden splinters.

The small pieces crunched under their slippers as they searched for any sign of the missing god.

The room lay in absolute chaos. It was clear Percy had been there, but not in a right state of mind. The bed, one of the softest beds in existence, lay shredded, it's soft cotton spilling onto the floor. It had been ripped with teeth, and there had been only one inhabitant. Scratch marks and splashes of ichor marred the beauty of the otherwise intricately patterned wall, the dry gold blood matching perfectly with the dark crimson of the wall. It made Thalia feel sick to the pit of her stomach.

Several shattered pictures and flower vases lay on the ground, scattering glass and ceramic all over the cool marble. More broken glass, tinted green and black and blue, pooled around alcohol stains on the marble, telling the three where all the alcohol bottles went. Several spots of ichor and bloody footprints told them how mutilated Percy's bare feet would be. The worst of all was a rope tied to a hole in the ceiling. The hole had been clearly made by a bare fist, if the ragged edges and ichor that marked the smooth white paint was anything to go by. The rope was also bloody, caked with the dry fluid that seemed to be everywhere in the room. Its end was frayed and tattered, telling the shocked observers that Percy's suicide attempt had failed. The air inside the room was stale, carrying with it the unmistakable copper scent of ichor.

Artemis heaved. She had seen worse during war, but to know that someone had done this to themselves.... it hurt much more when she knew that the person was the one that occupied most of her heart.

All the gold was sickening, much more obnoxious than her brother's temple.

Artemis stumbled her way to the window beside a broken desk, holding her breath to block out the overwhelming stench of ichor, ignoring the shattered picture on the wooden table. She drew back the blinds, throwing the glass window open, and allowing the fresh, invigorating sea breeze to flood into the room.

Thalia followed a pair of golden footprints to another door, which most probably led to an attached bathroom, gently opening the door to check if Percy was inside.

She stopped dead in her tracks at the horrifying vision that greeted her eyes.

The marble walls of the bathroom were mostly clean, except occasional splashes of golden ichor here and there. Fortunately, it was much less than in his bedroom. But that was not remotely the worse part.

The large bathtub was filled to the brim with a pale yellow mixture of water and Percy's immortal blood. The god was nowhere to be seen. There were no windows in the bathroom, so he could not have escaped that way. An empty bottle of gin sat on the shattered counter, which Thalia guessed had been broken with several punches. The mirror had been shattered, some pieces of glass missing, the others riddled with cracks that formed a web like a spider's. There were several golden handprints on the wall behind the mirror and the glass itself. Thalia walked out of the room, swallowing the bile rising up her throat when she saw a piece of bone stuck in the basin, in a small puddle of ichor.

Meanwhile, Hestia had thrown up, her weak mind not being able to comprehend the sight behind her. She stood in the corridor, not having the courage to look or enter back into the room. She was on her hands and knees, heaving her breakfast onto the cool marble floor of the corridor leading to his room.

She faintly felt someone kneel beside her. "Hestia, are you okay?" Angela's voice wafted to her, despite her ringing ears. Hestia could mutely nod, yes she was fine physically, it was Percy that needed all the help he could get. She ignored her filthy chin and looked up at her, her eyes wide and frightened.

"The others have called for help. They will be coming soon." The daughter of Athena soothed her, rubbing her back gently. "Come with me." She helped her to her feet, and the two stumbled and trudged back to a nearby room for a long shower, with the goddess leaning heavily into the slightly battle-hardened Huntress, seeking her comfort.

Hestia noticed Reyna, Phoebe, Rachel, Atalanta, Piper and Calypso sprinting towards the bedroom, the latter two carrying a stretcher, while Atalanta clutched bags of first aid and medical equipment.

Artemis searched the room frantically, aided by her sister. Her heart was racing. Every second that passed was a second lost.

She flung the sheets off the bed, pressing down on the mattress with her fingers to see if he had hidden there. She had seen what PTSD did to a man. It was horrifying.

Thalia crouched down, sweeping the darkness beneath the bed with her sharp eyesight once, but except for a few more broken bottles, she found nothing. She could see the wall on the other side of the room.

She stood back up, opening the large walk-in closet, which was thankfully empty. Nobody was there, though she walked into the closet to make sure that Percy wasn't hiding in some dark corner.

Suddenly a chilling thought occurred to her.

She ran her hands along the wooden walls of the closet, making sure that there were no hidden levers or switches. The daughter of Zeus knocked all along the walls for hollows, but came up with nothing.

She walked out of the closet, feeling her hope dying slowly. "Artemis!" She called, "Check for any hollows in the walls!"

Apparently, it was not needed, for Artemis we much more thorough in her search than she was, the millennia of being the feared man-hating moon goddess kicking in.

In the small time that Thalia had been checking the bathroom and closet, Artemis had turned the room inside out. All the drawers and closets and cupboards were turned out, their contents, mostly empty, deposited on the shredded bed. They were mostly more empty bottles of alcohol, with only two almost empty bottles of antidepressants and sleeping pills.

"Oh, God." The exclamation brought the two sisters out of their thorough searching.

At the doorway, stood a few girls, with medical equipment. Rachel's hand clapped over her mouth as tears streamed down her face, her lush red hair messy and dishevelled.

She moved aside, probably to empty her stomach in the corridor, allowing the others to enter the room. No one bothered to notice that she had said 'God', instead of something... Greek.

Reyna entered the room, sweeping it with a cold examining eye, her face expressionless, giving nothing away.

Phoebe and Piper laid down the stretcher on the floor, silently taking in the sights around them. Their expressions were stone, giving nothing away about the storm raging in their hearts.

Atalanta had dropped her bags gently beside the stretcher, inside examining the dry splashes of ichor with an emotionless face, to determine the time of injury.

Calypso gasped, tears running down her face. The sight was.... horrifying. Despite being a healer for the Titans during the first Titanomachy, she had seen nothing like this. She stood outside the room, beside Rachel, who was on her hands and knees. The Titaness swallowed the lump in her throat, and spoke in a shaky voice. "I'm barefoot. I'll get the infirmary ready," referring to her inability to enter the room due to her lack of footwear and the glass and wood that littered the floor of Percy's bedroom.

She was gone before anyone could say anything.

Atalanta stood up. "The ichor is a few days old." She spoke, not giving any firm conclusions.

But her unspoken reference remained clear for everyone. Percy could have been dead, turned to dust and gone to Tartarus, if they could not find him there.

"These are done with teeth," Reyna observed, running her finger along the jagged tears in the bedsheets.

It was an odd sight, to say the least. An odd bunch of girls, all around the same age of eighteen to twenty-three, wearing casual clothes like t-shirts, shorts and slippers, in a bloody bedroom that looked more like a torture chamber, investigating a possible death. The things PTSD could do were horrifying.

When they had heard the crash, it was all they could do to keep the youngest on the island- Neo, Rose and Violet, away from the bedroom. Finally, the rest of the Hunters, Cynthia, Cathy and Sydney had stayed back to take care of the inconsolable teenagers.

Ruby had sprinted to head off her mother from coming to the room. None of them thought that the love goddess could stomach what awaited her in the room.

If they had known what happened there, even Hestia would have been forbidden from going there.

Piper pointed a shaky finger at some teeth that Artemis had unearthed earlier, in a glass petri dish covered with ichor. "The teeth are still intact. Percy is still alive somewhere." He had ripped out his own teeth, she added mentally.

There was a sound, almost unnoticeable, like the thud of something against wood.

Atalanta was immediately on high alert. "Thalia, did you check the bathroom closet?"

Thalia gulped. "There is no way Percy could..."

Before she could finish her sentence, Phoebe and Reyna were flying to the bathroom, Artemis and Piper close on their heels.

Thalia stood still for a moment, not believing that it was her stupid mistake that would be the cause of Percy's death.

Cramped in the closet, was Percy's six foot five frame, somehow forcibly fit in there. If they had not known better, anyone would have said that he was murdered and stuffed there. His normally tanned bronze skin was pale as paper, his eyes sunken with dark bags around his sea-green orbs, which fluttered at them, before dropping close. His hands were limp on the floor, a sharp broken piece of glass held in his hands. Long scabs of golden blood covered his forearms, from organized cuts that made his arms nigh unrecognizable. One eye was swollen shut, his lips split and bloody. A dry, thin trail of saliva mixed with ichor trailed down his sharp jaw, emerging from his slightly parted golden lips.

The gold on the glass told them what had caused the long slit on Percy's throat, almost unrecognizable against the dark bruise caused by his previous unsuccessful suicide attempt. His orange Camp Half-Blood t-shirt, ripped in many places, had turned gold with ichor.

Piper fainted at the sight.

Chapter 7: Race against Relapse

Time: Same Time

Percy was frightened.

He had always been frightened, so far as he could remember.... as a child, as a teen, and as an adult.

Now that frightened boy- for he was nothing but a boy- had been given godhood, responsibility, and power.

He did not know what to think.

If Annabeth had been here, she would have made all his worries go away. She would have taught him that he was right, he was always right. She would have hugged him, kissed him, and treated him like an adult.

She never acted like he was a frightened boy, something which he was grateful to her for. He erected a confident facade, something which only she could see through, something which only she ever understood.

Her blonde hair flying in the wind, she smiled gently at her, her beautiful stormy grey eyes dancing with joy as she taunted him, telling him to get up and move on. Her necklace of Camp beads, matching his own, hung around her graceful neck, her arms behind her back as she teased him beautifully, swinging her well-developed chest at him. "See something you like?" Her soft, pink lips parted as she smirked.

Only she was ever allowed to see his scars. To touch his scars.

His angel. His beauty. His life.

Now she was gone.

Percy could not comprehend the information he was given. His mind shut down. She was gone, while he was immortal, never going to unite with her. He had been given a harem 'to help him heal', something which he did not want. He would have become an eternal bachelor like Artemis, sworn never to feel love again.

If she would not occupy his heart, none would.

Percy whimpered, hiding within the closet he had locked himself into.

It was dark, and stank of the dead. There were bloodstains all over the inside of the wood, and through the slight crack that he could not close completely, he could see a faint stream of light filtering in through, illuminating his torn and tortured body.

He refused to be weak. He would die fighting.

He was surrounded by monsters. Monsters who tortured him, bullied him, mocked and ridiculed his intelligence, kept him in the dark. Monsters who hunted him in the shadows.

He clutched a sharp, broken piece of glass in his hand. Where did the glass come from? He did not know.

He never knew what he had been doing the last few days, and every time he fell asleep, he woke up a few hours later from a nightmare, groggy and sore, with a pounding headache. Even sleeping pills did not help. Being a son of Poseidon, his immortal ichor just flushed out whatever toxins were in his system, making painless death by poisoning impossible.

He had tried death by hanging. Slightly more painful, but acceptable. His neck now constantly stung, a dark bruise on his neck.

His stomach growled. He had had solid food a week ago. And he had had water a week ago. The alcohol had run dry the previous day.

The various cuts on his body stung, the swelling in his eye painfully throbbing. His throat was parched, his tongue like sandpaper, heavy and swollen in his mouth. He touched his bleeding gums where he had lost his teeth somehow, the ichor his only way to wet his tongue.

His ears rang, his eyes were droopy, maybe he could get some shut-eye.

His boots sung into the earth, the fertile soil moist and muddy, soft and runny with the blood of the fallen.

A war was raging around him, again. The sky was burning, the dark clouds angry and foreboding. The strong breeze that buffeted him, ruffling his shirt and making his messy hair even messier, brought with it a stench of the dead. He could still smell the slight undertone of the fresh invigorating earth that had been there, before the war. Percy remembered the Field of Mars. Now it was a blood-soaked battlefield, the field which had been once covered with soft, green grass; soothing to the bare feet, now strewn with dead and dying soldiers of both sides.

He could feel himself suffocating, there was not enough air. The shadows were closing around him, the walls claustrophobic.

The blast of a cannonball rang through the small space, jolting him out of his thoughts. Percy gasped, his head hitting the top of the cabinet.

He had been dreaming.

There was no cannon. It was someone banging on his door. The monsters were back.

Whispers telling him to die. No, a harsh voice shouting at him to open up.

Percy choked back a sob, he could not believe he would die like this... what would Annabeth or his mom say?

There was a loud bang, and Percy stared at the glass that he held in his hand.

He was met with a sorry sight. His eye was swollen shut, bruised black and blue. There were several cuts on his face, some still bleeding, others scabbed over. His once vibrant sea-green eyes, were now dull, glazed over, like he was already dead. His long, dark hair was matted with dried blood and dirt. His neck's dark bruise was still visible, not having receded a bit.

He eyed his neck, and then the glass in his hand. He ran a thumb along the jagged edge, coming away with golden blood on his digit.

He did not know why his blood was golden. Maybe he did, once.

Now, he struggled to remember anything.

The monsters were in the room.

He was alone, the bunker was breached, all his comrades were dead. He was the last.

It was do or die, now.

Well, whatever he did, he would die. The question now, was, whether he would die after hours of torture, or would die on his own terms.

One of the monsters was just outside the cramped space he was in. The only light in the space was blocked out by darkness. Percy tried to keep still, holding his breath, not giving anything away. He tried to be as quiet as possible, his heart racing as the monster stood in front of him. He could hear it moving about, could feel it looking about.

He prayed that it would not notice him, and had almost given up hope. He could feel its eyes on him, seeing through the wood that was his last defence. He was sure it was all gone, all in vain. Then, the monster moved away.

He let out a small breath.

He looked at the mirror in his hand. It was his only hope of a painless death. Well, it would be painful, but better than whatever torture he would be forced to endure.

Percy brought the glass to his throat, pressing it to his skin. He felt a sting, the jagged glass had penetrated his skin. He felt his warm, golden blood moistening his fingers, warmth that flowed down his neck to wet his shirt. He closed his eyes shut.

Annabeth. Zoë. Luke. Bianca. Charles. Silena.

All the Hunters that had died in the three wars. All the demigods.

All his fault.

His sea-green eyes snapped open. Drawing all his courage, he drew the glass along his throat.

He felt the sting of the sharp glass. The jagged edges catching and tearing his skin.

He felt his throat burning, blood blocking his windpipe. He could not breathe.

He felt the coppery taste in his mouth.

He felt cold. The shadows in his vision were stretching longer, his eyesight darkening.

The closet was already dark.

He could not breathe, the blood was choking him, drowning him. It was almost like he was back in the quagmire, drowning in his own element. He resisted the urge to thrash.

He could never breathe.

He felt the life leaving his body, his limbs turning cold. The extreme edges of his fingers and feet were already numb.

He had died with her.

Annabeth, Percy was coming. Just wait a little longer.

He felt his strength waning, failing him. This was how he was destined to die, in a dark, dusty closet, hunted by his enemies.

He felt a throbbing pain in the right side of his chest, the pain shooting burning spikes through his consciousness.

He could not hold up the mirror anymore. His hand fell limp to his side, creating a loud thud in the silence that stretched indefinitely in the closet. He winced at the loud sound, and wilted at the sound of footsteps reaching up to him, running to get to his closet.

He examined the mirror with his one good eye. The golden blood, his golden blood, dropped down the jagged edge of the glass. The dark cut on his throat, which lavishly gushed his blood, was reflected on the tool he had used to end his life.

He saw the door thrown open, making the dark closet flood in light.

Oh beautiful, sweet, life-giving light.

He saw splashes of colour in his dark vision, and heard a thud through his ringing ears. The light formed a glowing halo around the face that he saw. He could not make out anything, no colour and no features- hell, he could not even tell the gender of the face- his brain not being able to comprehend anything else but the light, all his senses reduced to this rudimentary vision.

These were not monsters.

These were angels, come to take him to where Annabeth was.

Time: A few minutes later

Only God, the one with the capital G, knew how the girls managed to get Percy to the infirmary on the ground floor, down four staircases, without him crumbling into dust.

They paced the corridor outside the infirmary, frequently throwing worried glances at the closed door. All the fifteen girls, not counting Drew or Athena, neither of whom had bothered to turn up, or the three inside, lounged about uselessly.

Hestia, Aphrodite and Artemis sat on three chairs that they had brought out of somewhere. Thalia sat at a corner, out of everyone's way, with her arms wrapped around her knees, drawn to her chest, sobbing in a ball. "It was all my fault... my fault..." She kept repeating in a choked voice.

Neo sat beside her on the floor, leaning her head on her big sister's shoulder, silent. What could she say?

What was left to say?

As soon as Percy had been taken in by Phoebe and Reyna, Rachel had rounded on the poor daughter of Zeus, accusing her of carelessness. If Percy died, it would be all her fault.

Thalia, whose emotions were already stretched taught by that time, from the stress of the last few days, had snapped. She had said some hurtful things, about how Rachel was a mere mortal, she could not even enter his room, she was weak.

And it had escalated into a full-blown argument.

Now, Thalia was sobbing in her corner, and Rachel was standing by the small open balcony towards the end of the corridor, that opened into the garden. Tears streamed down her face, and she hiccuped slightly.

Reyna stood by her, leaning against the railing, staring off into space.

Rose and Violet stood by each other, not knowing what to do, who to speak to. For the first time since they arrived in the Greek world, they felt... alone, despite knowing everyone in the corridor quite intimately. A testament to how much they depended on their big brother, who had never left their side.

Ruby stood close by, keeping a careful watch on Percy's little sisters for him, her composure not faltering even a little bit, none of her hurt surfacing as she buried it deep down for the family of the man she loved.

Cynthia, Cathy and Sydney were standing together, silently discussing if Sydney could feel anything. The daughter of Thanatos shook her head at the other two, before whispering into their ears.

Phoebe stared at everyone in the room, quietly observing their faces and reactions, as she paced up and down the corridor.

Angela sighed as she leaned back onto the railing of the balcony, leaning her head back on the edge, closing her eyes in an attempt to rein her raging emotions.

A drop of water on her cheek opened her eyes.

It was raining. The dark clouds that shadowed the sky rolled with thunder, a light drizzle hailing a prelude to a strong storm to come. A droplet of water rolled off the leaf of a mignonette plant, splashing onto her nose. Angela closed her eyes back to prevent any raindrops from entering her eyes, just enjoying the cool of the light drizzle, letting her blonde hair dampen. The soothing sound of the raindrops calmed her, as they set up a relentless drumming against the leaves of the garden, the invigorating smell of moist earth invading their senses.

A gasp drew her attention back to the corridor, whose occupants, drowning in worry, were completely oblivious to the beauty and serenity of the world outside.

Her eyes widened.

Phoebe pinned Thalia to the wall, the collar of her shirt firmly held in the daughter of Ares' grasp. Thalia's face was messy, her nose puffy and wet lips parted as she gasped and sobbed. The lieutenant of the Hunt being shorter than her subordinate, her feet did not reach the floor, as she struggled weakly in her iron grip.

"Will. You. Shut. Up?!" Phoebe snarled, accentuating every word with slamming Thalia's weak body against the wall. "Shut the bloody fuck up! We don't want to listen to you sobbing and wallowing in self-pity when Percy is just in there!"

She effortlessly swung her captive across the corridor, slamming her face harshly against the glass window of the infirmary door. "You see that, bitch? You did that. We don't need cry babies and mistake makers like you here."

Thalia started a new fit of sobbing, which only seemed to piss Phoebe off more.

Everyone in the room could tell that it was not Phoebe's fault, it was the Ares blood pumping in her veins that made her act that way. But Thalia did not know that in her present state.

Artemis could see how Neo was scared, retreating into her corner as she saw how her strong big sister was being bullied, and Rose and Violet had taken a step back. Thalia's lips were split, and there was blood flowing down her forehead, crimson smeared against the glass window of the infirmary door.

They did not need more injuries.

Artemis stood up, "Phoebe, let Thalia go. I'm ordering you as your patron goddess."

Phoebe snarled at her, flinging Thalia like a rag doll across the corridor.

Everyone was wide-eyed at this point, and Rachel was sobbing even more at that point, thinking it was her fault that Thalia had to suffer that. The daughter of Zeus came to a rest on the marble floor a few feet away, and made no effort to move, her body wracked with sobs. Nobody moved to help her, fearing that doing those would incur the wrath of the red-haired daughter of Ares.

Artemis was wary of the mad glint in Phoebe's eyes as she laughed humorlessly. "Patron goddess?!" She cackled, "Moon goddess, my god lies on a bed behind that door, as does your god!" She jerked her thumb towards the blood-splattered door.

Phoebe probably would have said more, but Atalanta appeared at that moment, opening the door, and coming face to face with her best friend's thumb.

"How is he?" Phoebe asked, the impatience in her voice thinly disguised.

Atalanta ignored her, instead concentrating on Hestia. "Hestia, we need your healing powers." The urgency in her voice was evident.

She let the worried goddess in, and went to close the door, but she was topped by a boot between the door and the wall. "I said how is he?" Phoebe gritted her teeth.

Atalanta stared at her coldly, her face not giving anything anyway, before grinding her heel as hard as she could into Phoebe's booted foot, making the girl back out. "And I said, I don't give two shits about whether you know how he is, if you can't behave yourself." Before slamming the door in her face.

She had dealt with Phoebe's rages a lot over the millennia as her roommate at the Hunt.

Hestia's heart stopped as she beheld the sight before her.

Percy laid on a bed, absolutely naked, with only a towel covering his privates. But that was not the bad bit.

The wound in the right side of his chest was open again, with several pieces of gauze to stifle the bleeding. Both of his golden feet were propped up on pillows, mutilated by glass and ceramics. Piper and Calypso were behind a small curtain that covered Percy's head, not allowing Hestia to see what the two were doing with his head, but she could only imagine it wouldn't be too good for her stomach. They were constantly talking about 'anomalous brain swellings'. There were several machines hooked up to his limp body, several beeping monitors and machines that she did not understand, and needles stuck to his skin. The only piece of equipment she understood was the drip bag, which pumped nectar into his body through a needle in his arm.

Despite being a goddess of healing, Hestia was not a medical goddess. She was more of the kind to heal wounds slowly with home treatment and magic, something which was not always a hundred percent effective.

"I want you to try and stifle the bleeding in the chest. If you can stitch it up, then all the better, use your healing powers to heal the internal bleeding, and stitch it up. I'll clean up his other foot and attend."

Hestia nodded numbly, and moved to her job. She briefly wondered why Atalanta did not attend to the more serious injury first, before she understood. It was nothing a doctor like the Huntress could handle. The blackened flesh of his lung came from a cursed blade, something which was more along her own line.

Knowing that Percy's life was in her hands, Hestia jumped into action at once. Her hands glowed orange as she pushed her maximum healing power into the job.

It was a bit like homoeopathy. Every immortal had some extent of godly power in them, which always strived to keep them alive and healthy, despite their thoughts and wishes. It was the basis of nectar and ambrosia, which was basically godly energy in solid form. That is why demigods could have only limited godly food, while mortals could have none at all. The sick and injured were given this godly energy from outside, which healed them.

Percy already had massive reserves of unused, raw godly power, so he should have been fine.

Technically.

The conditions under which he received immortality, and the cursed blade made things more complicated.

And the girls, did too.

Only the four goddesses and single Titaness knew the fact, but a harem had its disadvantages, cons that far outweighed the pros. That is why all gods were not given harems, nor did they accept. But seeing as Percy was dying when the decision was made, he could not exactly protest, now could he?

Percy was the only one to have a harem, since Primordial times.

Maybe it was Zeus' way of keeping Percy under his thumb.

Being a member of a true Greek harem was every goddess', and Titaness' dream.

Hestia did not know what Athena was making all the fuss about.

True, the girls had to do whatever Percy said, but the Ancient Laws made it so that Percy could never hurt them consciously. Not only that, the girls drew on Percy's energy to stay alive and healthy. In other words, every time Percy hurt a harem member consciously -not that he ever would- he was hurting himself. Not physically, nor emotionally, which made making them do something they did not want to do, very taxing on his part. A simple command would not suffice. He would lose a lot of energy in the process.

The girls were a part of him.

In every sense of the word.

For any girl, being part of a true Greek godly harem, meant finding an ideal lover who would risk their lives for them.

Even when he was out, his immortality was draining energy to heal Thalia's wounds, and to calm all their minds. That is why Artemis, Aphrodite, and Hestia were trying to stay calm, being the only ones to know about the Laws, apart from Athena and Calypso.

The fact that Percy was even alive after supporting twenty angsty girls, was proof of his raw strength, godly energy to rival any Primordial.

And Hestia would make sure to pay him back for all he did, consciously or unconsciously.

Chapter 8: Talking with Thalia

Time: A day later

Percy seemed to be in that position a lot.

His chest was again covered in tight bandages to keep the wound on his chest from opening any further. He was dressed in loose shorts that hung limp around his waist. His upper body was bare, revealing how much his toned muscles had degraded. He looked like shit, though still muscular, he had thinned considerably over the week. His feet were wrapped in bandages, and there were more strapped around his head.

"You're lucky Hestia could heal that much. It seemed that the chest wound was blocking your immortality." Calypso observed, "I haven't seen anything like that in my entire medical career." She admitted, playing with a lock of her caramel hair.

Calypso looked heavenly, as always. Her curvy, busty body was clothed in a thin white dress with golden trimmings, lace covering her back and waist. She seemed to have an unlimited supply of those dresses, and Percy assumed that it was to occur, solitary confinement on a tropical island for millennia and all that. Today, her beautiful caramel hair was braided with a moonlace blossom, the soft green leaves intact, attached to the soft stem that she used to braid her hair. Its beautiful white petals glowed softly due to her close proximity to Artemis.

Her face was the literal definition of bored. Her soft, pink lips were puckered in dissatisfaction, and she rolled her gorgeous amber eyes at every other thing that was said. Her left hand impatiently drummed on the wooden desk she was leaning against, her bare feet tapping impatiently.

"Will you stop doing that?" Ruby snapped at her.

The gorgeous daughter of Aphrodite was wearing her Hunter parka with a pair of khaki shorts. Her cherry blonde hair was let down, the silver of her parka going perfectly with the colour of her silky tresses. Her clear azure eyes, so like her mother, shined with worry for the man sitting up on the infirmary bed. Her cute button nose matched her cute, soft features and short stature.

"Artemis is waiting for you, Jackson. So is everyone else." Ruby warned.

Percy faintly noted with amusement how every Hunter, except Artemis, seemed to insist on calling him Jackson.

"Not Athena or Drew." He turned slightly glum at Atalanta's quiet observation, reminding him of his harem problem. Piper elbowed the Huntress, making her wince as she caught her slip up.

"Stop opening your mouth without thinking, Atalanta." The second daughter of Aphrodite in the room, reprimanded.

Percy ruffled his hair, a habit he had picked up as a child. It usually had the effect of making his messy raven hair even messier, but at the moment, his black hair was cut in a sharp military cut. He missed the feeling of running his fingers through his long, soft and silky hair. His skin had regained a bit of his original, tanned copper colour, though.

Percy winced at the bandages that covered his forearms, well aware of the scars that they hid.

It was only thanks to the miracles the gentle hearth goddess worked on his body, that Percy could even sit up right then, only a day later after his attempted suicide.

He was even allowed to walk, though the magical bindings would not be coming off anytime soon.

Nor was he eager to rip it off anytime soon. Calypso got.... quite angry when he disobeyed her medical orders. As he found out the hard way, unfortunately.

Percy stood up shakily. Immediately, Ruby was at his side, supporting him. Her slim hands snaked around his chest, her head barely reaching his chest, making the sight quite comical. The Huntress made an attempt to steady him as he tottered on his feet for a moment, her face contorted as she attempted to hold up his heavy form, having to fall back on her godly -demigodly- strength.

"Help me here!" She cried out, referring to the three others in the room, who made no effort.

Atalanta snorted. "Jackson can walk on his own very fine right now. Or he is a wimp."

Piper reframed her sentence more elegantly. "What she means to say is, that Percy is healed enough to walk on his own, and he needs to do it on his own, or he might become dependent."

Calypso stayed silent through the exchange, opting instead to leaf through her medical notes on the god.

Her god.

PTSD, signs of abuse as a child, depression, and partial insanity. His mind was shattered and fractured, how he managed to hide everything behind his bright smile, she would never know.

Or she did.

They saw his mind, as it was behind the smile, yesterday. An experience the Titaness -none on Ogygia- did not want to repeat.

Percy waved off her concerns, standing tall and proud after a second of disorientation. His bandaged, bare feet stung a little against the cool marble floor, but otherwise, he was okay.

The god waved his hand towards the door. "Lead the way, Ruby. Time to see the rest of the building."

The daughter of Aphrodite nodded, taking his hand, and eagerly, but carefully led him to his first destination.

Percy stared in wonder as he walked down the long marble hallways on the second floor, which had numerous doors that led to large suites of rooms on one side, and large French windows on the other. The sunlight flooded into the corridor, lightning up all the corners, bright and thankful. Most of the floors were bare, save for the occasional welcome rug outside an occupied room, or a carpet every hundred yards.

How long was the building?

Percy guessed it had to do with some godly shit, because there was no way the building was so large on the outside. 

He could only stare at the beautiful portraits that lined all the walls on the second floor, which was also the living quarters for all the girls. He knew the style.

"Rachel has been at it again, hasn't she?" He chuckled, wistfully staring at a portrait that showed him and Annabeth walking through the curtained mouth of the Oracle's Cave.

She had depicted Annabeth so clearly.... her blonde hair seemed to shine, making anybody think that it had been made with gold paint, her stormy grey eyes dark, dangerous yet happy, her pink lips beckoning. How she had managed to capture her softness, her smooth, creamy skin, was beyond Percy's mind. In the picture, Percy was a few years younger, and in a much better condition than he was now, with his arm thrown possessively over the shorter daughter of Athena.

He peeked into an open door, outside which another portrait was kept to dry. The portrait depicted Sydney sitting on the kitchen counter, with a red bowl in her hands. Her silky black hair was flowing in the wind breezing in through the open glass door, her dark grey eyes, slightly darker than Annabeth, shining with mirth. Despite being a daughter of Thanatos, she was full of life, wearing a black Powerwolf t-shirt, and tight black yoga pants that hugged the curves of her long legs. Her pale skin glistened in the portrait.

"Ogling Sydney's portrait, aren't you, horn dog?" Rachel interjected, leaning against her door frame and sending a flirtatious smile his way.

Percy's cheeks tinged gold as he stared at the Oracle.

Rachel was wearing absolutely nothing.

An extra short pair of shorts covered her waist, ending mid-thigh. Her upper body was completely bare, covered only with an apron, smeared with paint. Percy could see her hard nipples poking through the thin material, revealing her lack of a bra. The apron was stretched taught on her large tits, her slim arms, her pale creamy skin glowing in the light. Her lush red hair cascaded down her back, matching the cute red paint smeared on her cheek. Her hands were clasped behind her back, subtly thrusting her chest forward.

Her green eyes shined with satisfaction as she watched his dark sea-green eyes rove over her body. Plan successful.

"Now he's ogling me." She said dejectedly, suppressing her inner glee.

Percy's face drowned in gold and he started spluttering.

If he did not know any better, he would say she was doing that, teasing him on purpose. As it was, his good nature won out his internal debate as he berated himself for shamelessly ogling his innocent friend, who was merely caught off guard by their sudden arrival.

Ruby glared at her, tightening her hold on his arm. "No, he isn't."

She turned towards Percy, glaring harshly at him, her beautiful azure eyes taking a dangerous glint.

"Are you, Percy?" She spoke in a sickly sweet tone.

Percy's eyes widened at the two conniving girls, and he shook his head rapidly. He could swear his neck cracked at that moment.

Ruby turned to Rachel, throwing her another dangerous glare. "Stay away from him, Dare." She hissed.

"Oooh, I'm afraid I can't take that dare." Rachel considered twisting her own name to have a good comeback against the girl, to be worth it. She ignored that Percy could hear them bantering over him.

Ruby just glared at her, flipping her cherry blonde hair in the cute way that she had. Not answering, she dragged Percy away from the grinning vixen, her eyes never receding her glare.

Her speed increased, literally dragging Percy by his arm, unmindful of his injuries, when Rachel sent a seductive wink his way. The red-haired Oracle then retreated to her room, an extra sway in her hips, revealing her completely bare back save for the strings holding her apron together.

Ruby dragged Percy down several hundred feet, to the east wing of the girls' living quarters. He did not know why Phoebe and Atalanta, or Rose, Violet and Neo, insisted on sharing rooms when so many were lying vacant.

He absentmindedly observed the weather through the endless large French windows, his legs moving on autopilot as he mindlessly followed Ruby as she dragged him through the long hallways.

The day was bright and sunny, only a few wisps of white clouds visible in the clear, blue sky, so like the azure eyes of Aphrodite and Ruby. The clear sea was calm, only gentle waves reaching the golden, sandy beach. A gentle sea breeze was blowing, bringing with it the soothing scent of the briny sea, and swaying the long leaves of the tall palm trees that dotted the beach, providing necessary shade in the bright sun. A few albatrosses and other seabirds flew about in the sky, calling to each other in shrill voices, their cries filling the calm silence that stretched on in the beautiful scene that looked right out of a picture.

Percy saw Hestia, Neo, the twins and Artemis waiting outside a door long before he reached them.

He greeted the Little Big Three with hugs and gentle pats on the head. He hugged Hestia next, smiling softly when she asked worriedly, "Are you sure you should be walking around with all these injuries?"

Percy waved off her concerns, as Artemis burrowed into his chest. "Don't try that ever again, Jackson." He faintly noted that she had started calling him Jackson too, taking after her Hunters.

"Okay. No more suicide attempts. Got that." He childishly showed her two thumbs up. "...Okay, so why are we here?"

"You heard the 'Ares' incident, right?" Artemis started, referring to the Phoebe and Thalia incident.

"And now, big sister is-, Rose started.

"-not coming out of her room." Violet finished for her, in the weird, slightly disorienting way that twins had.

"Percy...." Hestia spoke softly, her eyes shining with worry. "She has been in there for almost twenty-two hours." The unsaid part was clear to everyone but the three innocent little ones.

He stared at them. "I'll go in alone. You all go have lunch, Thalia and I will join you for dinner." He said, letting a confident smirk grace his face. "Now, run along."

After several parting hugs, worried glances, and whispered luck, Percy noticed that Neo was lingering behind.

"What happened, Neo?" He asked gently, not wanting to spook the fifteen-year-old, whom he thought of, and cared for as an eight-year-old sister.

"Will..." the daughter of Zeus bit her lip, "Will she be alright?"

Percy stooped low, pressing his forehead to the shorter girl's, his sea-green eyes burning with a ferocious protectiveness. "Neo, have I ever broken a promise?"

Neo looked up at him, meeting his sea green with her bright electric blue. "No." Her cheeks tinged red at the proximity of their faces.

"Then, I promise your big sister will be back by dinner." He smiled, pushing her gently towards her room, shared with the twins.

Neo gave a slightly worried glance his way, before scurrying down the corridor.

Percy took a deep, shaky breath, before standing up. He knocked on the door, standing back to wait.

There was no response.

Slightly ticked off at being ignored so callously, the son of Poseidon knocked again. "Thalia, open up, it's me."

He waited again, and this time, there was a slight click, showing that the door had indeed been opened.

Percy waited for her to welcome him inside, but when she didn't, he put his hand on the cool, brass doorknob, and with only a moment's hesitation, entered Thalia's room.

The room he was in, just screamed that it was owned by Thalia.

A jet black carpet covered the floor, soft and sinking a few inches under Percy's bandaged feet. There were two windows, but the curtains were drawn, letting in only small streams of sunlight that peeked through the thick blinds. The air was chilly, due to the central air conditioning that the building had, stinging Percy's skin slightly. A pleasant smell of perfume and Thalia's floral shampoo floated wafted the closed room. The walls were black and dark, with silver designs.

There were several posters of Percy's favourite metal bands- Sabaton, Powerwolf, Amon Amarth, Alestorm, the like- that decorated one wall, which was coincidentally also Thalia's favourite bands. Spanning another wall, was a large walk-in closet, and a full-body mirror.

Sprawled on the soft queen-sized bed, tangled in the black sheets like a beautiful, fallen angel, was the daughter of Zeus he sought. She was wearing a black off shoulders tank top, and crumpled white shorts which told him that she had not changed since the previous day. Her silky black hair was spread out on the bed, her face buried in the numerous, soft pillows, her seemingly delicate, frail body wracked with sobs.

Percy sat on the edge of the bed, and the soft mattress sank a few inches under his weight. He laid a hand gently on her bare shoulder, revealing how smooth and soft her skin was against his calloused hand.

His heart broke when she shied away from the contact. "Thalia, can you tell me why you are crying?"

She turned away, facing Percy's opposite side, so that he could not see her face. "If you had... had died, it would have been my fault."

Percy clenched his fist, his eyes swimming with tears. "I'm sorry, Thalia. I didn't know what I was doing. I... I didn't mean to do any of that." He turned towards her, speaking harshly, though his throat threatened to close up, his emotions were running rampant. "And it wouldn't have been your fault. It would have been my fault, alright?!"

When she did not say anything, Percy took the initiative as he picked her up bridal style, carrying her to the bathroom. He was conscious of her head injury.

He sat the quiet girl down on the counter, his sole concentration on her injury. Taking out the first aid kit from the cabinet, he laid out the sterilized equipment in the basin, gently dabbing her wound with a piece of nectar soaked gauze. He cleaned away the dry blood clotted in the area, feeling her broken skin under the gauze. He pulled away from the area, watching fascinated as the wound closed on its own.

He did not know what, but his being was gripped with an uncontrollable urge. He raised her hair, leaning in to gently kiss the now healed skin. He was aware of the proximity of their bodies, Thalia's long legs had unconsciously wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer, until he was pressing slightly against her body.

Thalia's cheeks had tinged red at the gentle gesture of affection, but she still refused to talk.

Ignoring her silence, Percy carried back the blushing Thalia, bridal style to the bedroom, gently setting her down on the bed. The daughter of Zeus immediately resumed her previous position, burying her face in the pillows to hide her blush, taking deep breaths to calm herself, and acting as if nothing had happened.

Percy resumed his earlier seat at the edge of the bed, too. "So, now can you tell me what's wrong?"

When Thalia still ignored him, Percy finally seemed to lose it. Harshly grabbing her shoulder, he forced her to face him, his dominating side surfacing as he straddled her slim body.

Thalia still looked away, her eyes darting anywhere but him. Her silky black hair spread like a dark halo around her divine face, her pale skin paler than usual. Her electric blue eyes, so similar to Neo's, were bloodshot and puffy, dried tear tracks on her face. There were dark bags under her eyes, her cute nose red and puffy. Her soft, pink lips were wet as she sobbed quietly, gasping for breath.

She looked up at Percy when water hit her cheek.

It was one of the few times she saw Percy crying. Usually, only Annabeth ever saw him cry. Even when she died, he had not cried, he had gone insane angry, sure, but he did not cry in front of anybody.

It made Thalia wonder what else Percy was hiding. What else emotion he was bottling up.

She would have touched his cheek tenderly at that moment, if Percy was not pinning her hands to the bed to prevent her struggling. He looked almost... human, something with a heart.

"You are not at fault here, Thalia!" He shouted, "Accept that! It was my stupidity- it was always my stupidity! Never say that again!"

Thalia felt bitter resentment rising up against the man she loved. "And you would keep up your suicide attempts?" She spoke back harshly.

"N-no. I won't, I promise." He gasped for breath, to compose himself, but couldn't. His entire facade came crashing down when Thalia hugged him tenderly, her hands set free when he was ranting.

Percy broke down for the first time in almost a year, sobbing uncontrollably, and screaming incoherently, lamenting everything, as he buried his face in Thalia's neck, seeking her warmth and comfort.

Thalia just held him gently in her slender arms, accepting everything that he let loose to her.

After several minutes, when Percy's uncontrollable sobs had descended to soft whimpers, Thalia held his face tenderly in her hands, wiping away his tears gently with her thumb, ignoring her own tears at his anguish. His face was so close to hers, she could smell his pleasant smell, his warm breath in her face.

Thalia took a leap of faith.

She kissed him, for comfort, she argued.

Their lips moulded together, the tears forgotten, the kiss wet, yet pleasant. After recovering from his shock, Percy returned the kiss eagerly, pressing his lips to her, moving in sync with her.

Thalia was clearly inexperienced, it being her first kiss, but still, Percy did his best to guide her, letting her go at whatever pace she was comfortable with. Despite the awkwardness and tears, the raw emotions and passion that flowed in the single kiss, prompted Percy to put it on his best kisses list, which was admittedly a long one.

Thalia broke the kiss a few minutes later, panting and gasping for breath, her face drowned in red. "Nothing happened. Don't get any ideas, Jackson." She hissed in warning, despite the blush that crept down to her neck.

"Now that's the Pinecone Face I know." Percy chuckled softly, all his strife momentarily forgotten due to the mind-blowing kiss he had just received. He hugged her back, spooning Thalia, "Wouldn't dream of it."

Thalia smiled, pressing back into Percy. Her plan had worked.

"Umm..." Percy began awkwardly, his angst, and passion-driven actions, replaced by awkwardness as he realised he had kissed the woman he viewed as a sister.

"Shut up, Jackson. I just need..." Thalia's voice choked, "...some comfort."

Percy pushed aside his feelings on the matter, opting instead to hug her tightly, genuinely believing her lame excuse. "Wake me up before dinner."

And just like that, he fell asleep, in the arms of a woman to whom he looked at for everything.

A woman who was more of a lover than a sister to him.

And above all, a woman he loved back unconditionally.

Chapter 9: Realising the Reality

Time: A few hours later

"What were you doing so long in her room?!" Other than Thalia, Drew and Athena, every girl in the room screeched in perfect unison, making Thalia wince as they glared at her together.

Percy scratched his short hair, lightly rubbing the buzz left by his military haircut, tired to his bones. He seriously had to grow out his hair again. His bleary sea-green eyes roved the room, bored out of his mind. His mouth felt dry, and his eyes still burned, bloodshot. His throat felt sore from all the screaming he had done earlier. There were dark bags under his eyes.

He faintly noted with mild amusement that the twins and Neo were in on the 'hate Thalia' programme, throwing the powerful elder daughter of Zeus timid glares every now and then.

For her part, Thalia seemed to bask in their jealousy, throwing gloating looks and smiles at them as she sidled next to him, suggestively leaning into him and throwing flirtatious touches up his arm.

Percy's face drowned in gold, despite his tiredness.

He was NOT a morning person.

Or a night person.

Or an afternoon/evening person.

If he could, he would burrow into the sheets and snore away all day, only going out for meals and bathroom breaks. He never liked to get up, leaving the warmth of the bed. It was the hardest part of the day, regardless of which hour it was.

"He was just.... comforting me," Thalia spoke suggestively, a dreamy look crossing her face as her electric blue eyes glazed over.

Artemis came to his rescue, saving Percy from blushing furiously at her implications as she jerked him towards her, throwing a harsh glare at her lieutenant. Percy almost fell over as he shifted, and turned towards Artemis with a questioning look. Artemis just turned her scathing glare on him, in response.

Hurriedly, he turned towards Thalia, but her spot had been taken by Reyna, who was burning holes into his head.

Percy raised his arms in surrender. "What is wrong with you people? I thought that you will all hate me for this... entire harem business."

"Oh, trust me, we're angry alright." Athena snapped at him.

Percy ignored her scathing comment, something which was a constant even during his time as a demigod, choosing instead to concentrate outside.

The night was quiet, but lively. The sky was dark, shining brightly with innumerable stars that dotted the heavens, forming a beautiful picture. The silent and deserted, beautiful yet wild, environment reminded Percy that his house was the only building for several hundred miles. The moon glowed in the sky, assuming a slight yellow tinge. The palm trees swayed gently in the perpetual breeze that occurred at such beaches, and the sand seemed to glow silver in the moonlight, an endless stretch of ivory. Gentle waves crashed on the shore, creating a gentle, pleasant sound, the white foam like horses that rode the crests of the waves. The moon's pale yellow reflection danced in the waters of the ocean below.

All these were on the distant beach.

Maybe there was a lot of life out there, hidden beneath the waves.

Percy scoffed, of course, there was. He would hear the insects chirping and everything had it not been for the girls chattering incessantly behind him. Who knew that the Hunters were such gossip mongers among themselves?

For once, Percy was thankful for Athena's nerdy inclinations, as the book she had her nose in, kept her from adding to the volume.

Closer to home, some nocturnal bird flitted among the trees, the only sign of life that Percy could see through the glass door. The palm trees in Percy's backyard, (and frontyard) swayed like their brothers on the beach. Sprawled out, luxurious white deck chairs dotted around the marble bound compound, in the shade of the palm trees. Percy's large swimming pool reflected the moon, too, in its dancing waters, the moon mixing in with the reflection of the house's inhabitants. Several blankets and bottles of sunscreen lotion were scattered around carelessly, a rubber float bobbing about in the swimming pool.

Unbidden, Percy's mind supplied him an image of a naked Thalia sprawled out in one of the deck chairs, her pale skin slick, and glistening with sunscreen. Her large, creamy tits jiggled with every breath she took, her skin smooth and soft, her erect, pink nipples glistening in the sunlight. Her long, toned legs were crossed over each other, hiding the forbidden fruit between her luscious thighs. Her ruby lips were parted as she snored slightly, a pair of dark sunglasses propped up on her head, silky black hair cascading down her bare shoulders.

His face burned gold at the thought, reminding him of the soul-searing kiss he had shared with the rebellious punk girl a few hours back, and their cuddling session afterwards.

Had it been completely platonic?

Percy cursed himself for thinking like that. Of course, Thalia saw him as a brother, nothing more. There was nothing between them, he reassured himself.

The kiss was a spur of the moment thing.

Percy turned towards the table, tuning out the ceaseless chatters, closing his eyes as they waited for Hestia to come back with their food.

He never knew why she insisted on doing everything by hand when they had a large fleet of those glowing spirit thingies that did everything magically on Ogygia.

She would just smile at him, telling him as if he were a child, that everything tasted better if prepared by hand.

"A single pound of love and care, added to taste." She would add cryptically.

Percy had to agree reluctantly. Hestia whipped some of the meals he had ever had, better than the nymphs at Camp Half-Blood or the ones at Olympus. Even the naiads of the kitchens of Atlantis could not compete with the hearth goddess.

Although they could whip up the most complex cuisine and five-star restaurant dishes, they could not and would not hold a candle to the simple homemade recipes prepared by the hearth goddess.

Percy's skin stung slightly in the cold air, the slight chill feeling delicious on his skin. Percy was torn between cursing and heaping blesses on whoever had decided to install the air conditioning. It was a necessary part of any house in the middle of nowhere tropical island. His bandages, magically reinforced, stayed dry miraculously throughout the angsty fit he threw, snug and tight around his wounds. His skin felt cool on the smooth wood of the table. The talking girls were but a distant buzz at this point as he lost himself to his thoughts....

The shadows lengthening....

Whispers telling him to die...

Annabeth laughing at him...

The stench of the dead in his nose, the sky burning, the earth runny and muddy with blood....

He stood in the middle of it all, a single demigod against a monster army. Roars reached his ears, sparks flying as he waited to fight his last battle. His last stand. His grip tightened on Anaklusmos, the weight of his Imperial Gold battleaxe, that he had not yet been able to name appropriately, hefty and comforting in his other hand.

The two sworn mortal enemies, met in a clash of metal and claws. The more he tried to resist, to flee, the more he fought, his body not obeying his commands. The gossiping girls were replaced with the screams of dying monsters. He felt a sword slash his chest, and screamed in pain.

"Are you okay, Percy?" He was jolted out of his nightmare, again, this time by Reyna, who was staring at him worriedly, her dark eyes shining with an unknown emotion. Her black hair, done in a braid, was thrown over her shoulder, her purple SPQR shirt snug on her toned, lithe frame. Her tanned bronze skin glistened with sweat, telling her worry for him, and her attempts to wake him up prior. Her sharp, aristocratic features and high cheekbones, just added to her beautiful visage. Despite being sweaty, Reyna carried with her a natural floral scent, that was pleasant to Percy's nasal faculties.

He examined his reflection in her dark irises.

He was sweaty, his skin slick and glistening with clear, salty fluid. From prior experience, Percy could tell that his normally copper skin was pale, and his vibrant sea-green eyes had assumed a muddy greyish colour. Whenever he had a nightmare, Annabeth would tell him that he looked like that. Lying on the floor beneath the ex-praetor, he looked stupid with his military buzz haircut.

He scoffed at himself. Despite the... situation at hand, he could not but think about how stupid he looked with a different hair cut.

With a jolt, Percy realised that he was on his back on the marble floor, and the sweaty face of the ex-Roman praetor hovered above him. A drop of sweat rolled down her sharp nose, splashing on Percy's cheek, the coolness somehow anchoring him to reality. Percy's hand immediately flew up to cup her cheek tenderly.

Yes, she was there. It was not some hallucination.

It took him some time to realise that his head was resting on Artemis' lap, the goddess frantic. Her dark auburn hair was visible as a smudge behind the darkness of his eyes, her silver eyes oddly familiar and comforting. Her pale skin seemed to glow in the faint moonlight filtering in through the glass wall, making her seem like a heavenly apparition.

Percy feared he was losing his grip on reality.

"You... you are real." He voiced his thoughts, cursing himself for stuttering.

"Yes, Jackson, we are all real. At least we like to think so. Were you thinking that we are all just some imaginary characters in a fanfiction?" Thalia scoffed at the thought. "What a thought!" She added, her voice droll and devoid of humour.

"Well, it's certainly glad to see someone is back to her usual self. But, please can you concentrate on the problem at hand?" Sydney snapped at her lieutenant.

Reyna held a glass to Percy's lips, and he thankfully drowned its contents, the cool water moistening his lips, and softening his parched throat.

It was a fresh breath of life.

Percy stared at Reyna thankfully, before lying back, letting the cool marble touch his bare, sweaty body with its relaxing touch. He felt the chill invading his bones, his skin stinging in the cold, but he did not care. His ears, his nerves felt on fire, the adrenaline frightening nightmare not receding a bit as the seconds ticked by.

He heard a soft pattering of feet, before Piper rushed in holding a black leather bag which Percy assumed she had picked up from the infirmary. When had she left?

"Here." Rose fumbled about for a bit, before she produced a slightly crushed ambrosia cube from her pocket.

Violet smirked. "Glad to know I'm surrounded by geniuses who can keep their heads calm in an emergency."

Aphrodite glared at her. "You don't know what you are talking about."

Artemis shot the love goddess down with her own vicious scathing voice as Thalia slowly fed the cube to Percy, washing it down with chilled nectar that Angela had procured. "Keep quiet, Aphrodite. We had decided on something."

The rebuked goddess withered as she was glared at by Artemis, Hestia, and Calypso.

Percy stared at them as Piper held his pulse, muttering a healing song under her breath. "What..." Percy coughed, "What are you hiding from me?"

Artemis looked like a deer caught in the headlights. "Umm... yo-you see-w-we..." She stuttered out before falling silent, her face a dark shade of gold as Aphrodite smirked victoriously at her. The moon goddess was too embarrassed and mortified at her own slip up to care to retaliate.

Hestia came to her rescue. "Percy... there is something concerning this harem, regarding the Ancient Laws.  We- the immortals you know about it-"

Athena interrupted her. "I did not vote on continuing to spoon feed this man child." Before returning to her book.

And as always, she was ignored. "We will let you know about this after you get in control of your godly powers. There is a lot standing in your way, before you, and by extension, all the other girls in the room, can know about the thing we are talking about. There is more than meets the eye. You are not realising the entire truth, Percy." She spoke softly, trying not to anger or irritate the short-tempered demigod any further.

"W-what do you mean?" Percy asked, wincing as he watched Piper pull out ANOTHER syringe, filled with a clear water-like fluid. She tapped the glass clinically, and Percy watched with dread as a glistening bead of fluid appeared on the tip of the needle, rolling down the glinting steel.

"Just what I mean, Percy. You have to get a hold of your powers before you can learn about this. This... this is dangerous." She added, her eyes watering at the thought.

Percy's eyes widened as he saw the gently dispositioned hearth goddess almost on the verge of tears. An expression shared by everyone else in the room, as Hestia started sobbing quietly. She tried to stop the tears streaming down her beautiful face, rubbing her eyes with the back of her palms, but they just kept on coming.

"Hey, you okay?" Phoebe asked worriedly, sidling up to the goddess, as Atalanta took the goddess' other side, "What she means to say, is, if you can share with us what's wrong?"

Hestia just choked back a sob, not ceasing her relentless crying, shaking her head violently from side to side, sending her beautiful brown tresses flying everywhere.

Everyone had dropped whatever they were doing.

Rose and Violet were staring at her and then staring back at each other. Neo had unconsciously cuddled into Thalia, who was slack-jawed herself. Piper had halted in her tracks, the tip of her dreaded injection pressing softly into Percy's skin at his bicep. The normally bright and glowing moonlace flower in Calypso's caramel hair had wilted, despite its proximity to Artemis.

They were not the only ones. Nobody had ever seen the hearth goddess, herself a beacon of hope, ever cry. The last time she had cried was when she had been almost raped by Priapus. That day, at least one-quarter of the mortal world died, plagues and epidemics rilling through the land, killing man, beast, deity and plants alike, as the hearth of Olympus reached an all-time low.

Even Athena had dropped her book, staring at Hestia worriedly, and Drew was looking at her mother worriedly.

Somewhere in the chaos, Aphrodite had started crying, too, her perfect makeup streaked with tears as she sobbed uncontrollably, clutching her knees to her chest.

And she couldn't be blamed. Most, if not all people in the room, were crying or teary-eyed.

It was almost as if none of them had ever felt hope. Despair, death, and malice swam in the air, as the source of all that is good gave herself to the depths of depression. The already cold, yet welcoming air in the building became freezing, as all warmth fled from the building.

The very world became cold and choppy, the temperature dropping several degrees. The winds picked up, roaring as it blew and caused untold destruction, ripping and uprooting many trees. The waves of the sea rose higher than ever, crashing violently on the beach. The water itself darkened, as all fires around the world dimmed simultaneously. The moon and the stars were blocked out by clouds, the mortals experiencing worldwide blackouts, plunging the world into darkness. Boats and ships caught out in the middle of the sea, capsized, caught in violent tempests. Newborns and the extremely old, inexplicably dropped dead at the same time.

It was a momentary dystopia.

Even Olympus, Atlantis, the Underworld or Camp Half-Blood was not spared of the darkness that consumed the world, as an earthquake shook the very ground of Tartarus, sending gentle ripples into the endless, infinite Sea of Chaos, itself.

Such was the power of the firstborn of Kronos and Rhea.

In the pitch-black darkness of the dining room, where the goddess herself was situated, everyone, especially the younger ones, was thrown into absolute confusion and chaos.

In the midst of it all, Percy could feel himself losing his grasp on reality. Again.

The thin fabric of what is real and what is not, slipped between his fingers.

He was again in a dark, closed cabinet, filled with cobwebs and lined with a thick layer of dust. The urge to sneeze was too great, but he dis not give in to the temptation, suppressing the tickle in his nose through sheer willpower. He held his breath, sweat rolling down his forehead due to the heat and anticipation. The dark pupils in his unusually dull sea-green eyes were dilated in crippling fear, his normally tanned skin pale as paper. His thin, malnutritioned body, broken and crippled in many places, and unusually small and undersized for his age, fit in perfectly into the cabinet meant for toiletries.

He was not playing hide and seek with a loving step-father. He was hiding from guaranteed crippling pain, or potential death.

"Brain boy!" A drunken voice slurred, making Percy resist the urge to whimper. Despite his best efforts, a soft pathetic, whimper escaped his traitorous lips.

He winced, curling in on himself, as a heavy, and loud set of footsteps passed his cabinet, stopping for a moment, making his heart lurch and falter. He let out a soft, almost silent sigh of relief as his tormentor passed him.

"There you are!" An ugly face appeared between the panes of the cabinet, which had been thrown open, and blocking the light that Percy so craved. An ugly set of yellowing teeth displayed in an equally ugly, sinister smile of the ugly face of a walrus, which also went by the name of Smelly Gabe.

Percy screamed as he was wrenched out of the horrible dream. There was a stinging in his right arm, and he could not see anything. Nor could he breathe.

Was this another nightmare?

He struggled with all his might against the suffocating force, when suddenly, he could breathe again. He gasped, thankfully gulping in fresh breaths of air.

He looked around, and saw, indeed he was in the real world, thankfully. There were several girls holding him down so that Piper could inject him with whatever she was holding. The lights were back on, and everything was going normally, well, as normal as it could after such a large... incident.

"...temporarily anchors him to reality," Calypso finished explaining something to a worried Artemis, before turning to an equally worried, if not more so, Thalia, "And yes, these... 'fits' as you call it, will continue to happen. We can cure him permanently, but given the fractured state of his mind, it would not be advisable, for fear of causing irreparable damage."

Piper zipped up the bag, before keeping it aside carefully. Atalanta, who was sitting beside him, asked, "How at you-"

She was cut off when a teary Hestia flung herself at Percy. She hugged him tightly, almost suffocating him, patting all over his form as if yo check for injuries. When she found none, she laughed beautifully to herself, before straddling his body, pinning him down with her weight.

Hestia stared a blushing Percy dead in the eye. Her bottom lip trembled with emotion, her eyes shining with unshed tears. Her cute button nose was red and puffy, her warm brown eyes bloodshot. Her silky brunette hair was messy, but she did not seem to care. She leaned down, her warm, soft, wet ruby lips only a hair's breadth away from his, her hair framing her face and blocking out the outside world.

Percy was conscious of her warm breath in his face, her large, clothed tits pressing deliciously against his bare, bandaged chest. He prayed to all the deities above that she would not notice his stirring member, her bare, soft creamy thighs were rubbing his....

"You are never getting rid of me," Hestia spoke seriously, her eyes shining threateningly. Percy could only nod mutely, and he meant it.

Hestia leaned down, and whispered into his ear, "And you are never leaving me, my hero."

Goosebumps formed on Percy's arms and chest as he agreed with the beauty straddling him.

Chapter 10: Completing the Course

Time: Next Day

Percy sat deep in meditation, something which was not advisable at all for patients suffering from PTSD.

He was in the middle of the ocean, alone, meditating.

Trying to follow Hestia's vague instructions. "Try to feel the power inside you. You could feel it as a demigod- maybe something in your gut- concentrate on that feeling. You might see something, or someone," she added, hesitating as she thought over her words, "you'll know when you have completed the crash course to become a god."

Percy stared at the beautiful goddess, his numb mind not comprehending her words as he started to notice the minute things about her. His ADHD was acting up again.

Hestia's warm brown eyes danced everywhere, looking everywhere but him, her eyes shining with nervousness after Percy's shouting fit that morning. He could feel himself losing control, becoming increasingly violent as the days went by. The cover he spread over his wounds was wearing thin, and his true nature erupted to the surface during times of emotional turmoil, without Annabeth there to comfort him, to hold him in her arms.

He had not felt anyone's intimate touch since he cuddled with Thalia the previous day. He was beginning to feel.... abandoned again.

His eyes traced Hestia's soft, gentle features, her angel-like visage reflecting her tender and benevolent nature. Her nimble fingers twirled around her soft, brunette hair, playing with a lock of her hair out of fear that she will upset him again. Her lightly tanned, golden skin glistened with slight sweat, the beads like small diamonds, rolling down the goddess's smooth forehead. She carried with her the soothing scent of freshly baked bread, with a soothing, smoky undertone.

Percy's heart broke at the thought that he, no, his faults, his monsters, and above all, his diseases, courtesy of his fractured mind, had caused her to feel worried and afraid.

He felt that he should have died then. All the girls would have been set free. He might have been able to unite again with Annabeth again, if, by some minuscule chance, his immortality failed to hold up.

He would not have been bound, nor would they have been. Everyone would have been free.

But nooo, he just had to go and promise them that shitty oath that he would not try anything like that again.

He cursed his stupidity. Lack of precision while committing suicide, and then that stupid promise. He should have completed everything when he had the chance, gone for the kill.

He did not have alcohol, he had drunk it all in one week, no sleeping pills, Calypso had forbidden him, no anti-depressants, which had been taken away by the girls. No medicines for his PTSD. No sir, gods did not have any medicines.

Only nectar and ambrosia, none of which worked.

Percy would have even settled for shitty little therapy, which was saying something. The first time Annabeth had taken him to see a mortal therapist, he had thrown the man out of the third floor window. The two demigods had managed to escape by the skin of their teeth, and liberal usage of the Mist.

Well, for his part, Percy was firm on his stand that they should not install such large windows in those rooms.

Well, being thrown out of windows, beaten up or killed, was an occupational hazard for mortal therapists who tried to talk about touchy subjects to sons of Poseidon who could kill Minotaurs with no training or weapons, demigods with violent tendencies, high on caffeine and whose mind was already shattered. For fuck's sake, he had literally been to hell and back.

Audie Murphy who?

Sabaton should have made a song about Percy.

He was becoming violent, a danger to himself and everyone around him. It brought tears to his eyes, the thought that he might become a second Smelly Gabe. He had often heard that children from abusive families turned out like that.

Seeing the girls glance at him warily everything Athena said something derogatory about his intelligence, his parentage or him in general (mostly the former two), was more irritating than whatever Athena had said in the first place. Well, mostly.

Except for when the wisdom goddess was being particularly bitchy.

Percy had half a mind to bend her over the table in front of everybody, and show her her rightful place. On her knees worshipping him, her overly large mouth put to good use on things other than talking.

His blood roared.

It did not help that she looked so much like Annabeth, who had no problem doing such things with him and worse.

"-mid ocean would be a nice place, you would be at peace as a son of Poseidon, and your sisters can check on you every now and then-" Percy's eyes hovered over the goddess' petite form, scrutinizing yet appreciative. Hestia was dressed in a plain white t-shirt that reflected the goddess perfectly, and somewhat modest grey shorts, that ended at her knees.

Percy tried to keep his eyes from wandering over her large chest, her white shirt stretched over her enormous, undoubtedly soft, heavenly tits that only belonged on a goddess like her. Her luscious thighs and slender legs, how her shorts were tight on her sizeable ass, the fabric doing nothing to hide how soft her ass was, her bubble butt jiggling with every step that she took.

Percy could argue, and win by a landslide, that Hestia at her worst had a better body, face and heart than Aphrodite at her best.

It was no wonder that the hearth goddess preferred to stay in her eight-year-old body. If she did not, every second male on Olympus would have been another Priapus.

Percy's blood boiled at the thought that someone had attempted to rape his pure, innocent goddess, and if Priapus had not faded, Percy would have made him fade with his own bare hands. He would have spread the god's brains across the land and drunk his alcohol in Priapus' skull.

Percy stopped for a moment.

This was his hatred and violence speaking.

A cute squeak and movement before his eyes brought Percy out of his... pleasant thoughts. He noticed with a twinge of annoyance that slender arms had covered the treasures- his treasures- that he had been ogling boldly.

His eyes strayed upwards, a death glare etched on his sharp, handsome face at whoever had blocked his view. Hestia glared timidly at Percy for ogling her form, covering herself with her arms. However, the effect of her glare was lessened by the furious golden blush on her face, her ears tinged gold. Percy could swear that there was steam coming out of her ears.

With a slight gold blush tinting his cheeks, Percy stared out of the window, his annoyance converted into crippling embarrassment.

The day was bright and sunny, if a bit windy. Well, that was to be expected at a tropical beach. The seabirds had taken to the skies early in the day, their shrill cries filling the air. The golden sunlight beat down on everything exposed on the earth, the azure sky clear without the slightest traces of clouds for miles around. The wind blew strongly, swaying the palm trees, and rustling the leaves.

"Are you even paying attention?!" Hestia asked indignantly, putting her arms on her hips. That, combined with her short stature and bottom lip jutting out cutely in anger, made her hard to take seriously.

Percy rolled his eyes, waving a thin leaflet over her head, making her eyes widen.

"Hey, give me that!" Hestia shouted, embarrassed as she realised she had been caught, stretching her arms to get the leaflet, which the tall demigod held just out of her reach.

No amount of jumping and whining on her part, could get the 'Become a God in No Time!' course pamphlet that she had memorized her speech from.

Because a course pamphlet was just soooo the thing the almighty Ancient Greek gods did.

Percy held the flimsy pamphlet just out of her reach, jerking it a bit upwards every time she jumped in an attempt to get it.

Thank god it was written by Apollo. If it had been written by the bitchy wisdom goddess, Percy was sure it would have been a thick tome that would have taken an average god years to read.

"You're mean!" Hestia whined childishly, lightly beating on Percy's broad, muscular chest.

Percy laughed loudly, his first genuine laugh since he fell into a coma, making the hearth goddess look up to his handsome face in surprised wonder as the beautiful sound reached her ears. He held Hestia tightly against his chest, protectively, and for once, her tits mashed deliciously against his toned abdomen was forgotten.

Percy looked down at her, smiling brightly, making the goddess' cheeks assume a light golden tinge, as she stared into her love's bright, lively sea-green eyes for the first time, she felt.

"Never change, Hestia. I love you." He spoke softly, his smile bright and loving, as he hugged her tightly.

Hestia was thankful for the fact that there was no one with them. As she stared at Percy, she knew that the words had just tumbled out of his mouth at the moment. He did not mean them, at least...... not yet.

Even then, hearing those three words from his lips, made the goddess' heart race. Her face felt hot, steam coming out of her golden ears as the blood rushed to her face. The hearth goddess blushed down to her neck, not being able to tear her eyes away from the smiling god- her god- and at that moment, Hestia knew, her decision to join his harem was the best decision she had ever made or would ever make.

And she swooned in his strong arms, a dreamy, blissful smile on her face.

Rose and Violet had been sitting there with Percy for some time, under the ocean floor, spending some time talking time, the rest watching the sea life, spending some quality sibling time, until they had been called for lunch.

At which point, Percy sat for meditation, vowing not to have anything or stir from his position until he got his godly power under control.

He did not know how much time he spent under the sea, the only thing he knew was that he could stay here without moving for a few years at the minimum. If he had had a bed, and Annabeth by his side, under the sea, Percy would have fulfilled his dream of spending an entire month without moving from his bed.

He did not remember anything about the time he spent under the water. Everything tended to blend together after some time.

All he knew was the occasional PTSD attacks as he sat there, in the silence, alone, in the darkness. He knew because he had to consciously fight it off without opening his eyes or moving, something which was very difficult to do, mind you.

He had fought off the nightmares at least fifteen times, each time concentrating on some itch, or his aching pains in his bones, or the water on his skin, or the hunger in his stomach. It anchored him to reality. It would have been more, but the ocean seemed to prevent the worse of the attacks.

The sun burned on his skin, an odd sensation against the cool of the water under which he was submerged. Percy felt much more at home in the ocean than he did on the land, somehow, he could breathe easier. The soft, slightly rough, sand and coral beneath him felt much more comfortable than the softest grass on land. He could feel his hair being tousled about, his mostly limp body occasionally being pulled by the strong currents of the tropical sea.

Despite his eyes being closed, Percy could feel, and almost see the aquatic life that flocked around him, courtesy of being the son of Poseidon. The coral, alive and teeming with life beneath his feet, the sea stars and spiny urchins slowly crawling towards him. Small, colourful yet tiny, tropical fish tugged lightly at his messy black hair, trying to get the son of the sea to play games with them. At one point, an enormous tiger shark had settled at Percy's feet permanently like an obedient dog. It was still there, basking in the godly aura that the son of the sea gave off.

For some time, the wolf and the lamb sat side by side under the king.

Percy felt everything around him, the godly power in the water itself, the ancient power that radiated off the island of Ogygia itself. He felt the ichor pumping in his veins, the immortal blood flowing through the girls he was bonded to. He saw the bonds they held to him like threads, glowing in the darkness. He felt the thrones of power on Olympus, and the hope of the hearth, thousands of miles away. He felt his paternal bond to the throne of Atlantis.

Suddenly, the dark, the shadows and the whispers gave way to blinding light that made Percy turn away, familiar warmth, the searing heat of the sun, and the cool waters of the ocean gone.

Familiar warmth, that only one person could give him.

It took him some time to realise that he was being hugged from behind, in a familiar way. The smaller girl had wrapped her arms around his shoulder, and pulled him down to her height so that she could snuggle her face between his shoulder blades.

"To look like shit."

"Annabeth." Percy breathed, too overwhelmed to be able to respond to her jab.

There was a soft laugh, like the tinkling of bells. "So observant as ever, Seaweed Brain."

Percy felt tears well up in his closed eyes, and trickling down his cheeks. "I-I'm sorry, Wise Girl."

Annabeth laughed again. "What for?" She spun Percy around, catching his taller frame in her arms as if he were some helpless Disney princess.

Percy finally opened his eyes, his sea-green eyes glistening with unshed tears, excited, yet afraid to see her alive, knowing that she was gone.... yet here she was.

Annabeth smiled gently down at the helpless god, his heart a whirlwind of racing emotions. Her perfect teeth seemed to shine in the bright light, her blonde princess curls shining as she laughed, her soft pink lips parted, her stormy grey eyes shining with mirth. She was wearing a loosely fitting, modest, white Greek dress with golden trimmings, so eerily reminiscent of Calypso's endless dresses.

"I got to the Isles of Blest, Percy. I'm as immortal as you are."

"B-but-"

"Shh." She pressed her lips to his. "I'm not angry with you, Percy." Her eyes glimmered mischievously. "You are now a god, with a harem of twenty sexy girls. It'll be fun seeing you fuck your little sisters."

Percy turned a bit green at the thought. "I'm sorry." He said dejectedly.

Annabeth slapped the back of his head as she did whenever he was being stupid, before she continued, "Percy... after you go from here," Percy tightened his hold on her, "I'll not be able to go to Ogygia with you, Seaweed Brain. Anyway, after you go from here, Hestia will tell you some stuff. Listen to her carefully, Seaweed Brain."

Percy eagerly nodded his head like an obedient puppy, making Annabeth smile. "Good boy." She tapped his lips slightly, to which Percy sucked in her finger, sucking it lightly, relishing in its soft texture and warmth, and making Annabeth moan.

"St-stop that." Her voice was shaky.

Percy grinned mischievously, letting her go with a last, lingering lick.

Annabeth shivered at the feel, wiping her glistening finger in her own lips. "Maybe one, last time."

Percy grinned.

An unknown time in the white void later, Percy was cuddling with Annabeth, each naked as the day they were born. "-and your mother is being so bitchy-" Percy complained childishly, making Annabeth laugh at his antics.

The two were covered in Annabeth's large white dress, which only managed to cover their privates. Percy was hugging Annabeth from behind, his hands wandering occasionally, much to the daughter of Athena's chagrin and pleasure as she snuggled deeper into her lover, knowing it was the last few moments she would get with him.

"Percy, you know I've just been allowed here for some time by the Fates to streamline your transition into godhood. I've managed to suppress your.... diseases," Percy held her tighter, "-for some time, but you need to cure it by yourself. I won't be there to help you. You need to give the other girls a chance."

"I-"

"I know you have already kissed and cuddled with Thalia." Percy's eyes widened, but Annabeth twisted around to kiss him shut before he could say anything.

She looked him in the eyes. "Percy, Percy know I have always wanted you to fuck another girl, now's our chance."

Percy just held her silently.

"Let me go, Percy." Reluctantly letting his arms release her, Percy could not but obey her surprisingly stern command.

In the blink of an eye, somehow, they were all dressed and clean. Annabeth sighed, "My time with you here is almost over, Percy."

"N-no-"

"Listen, Seaweed Brain, I'll be always with you. Here." She pointed at his heart, before trailing her delicate finger to his forehead. "And here."

Percy raised an eyebrow. "I thought you hated cliches?"

Annabeth stared at him. "I still do. I meant that literally. We have special television shows at the Isles of Blest so we can see our loved ones on Earth."

"Oh." Percy rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly.

Annabeth grinned. "Now, you'll remember that whenever you are fucking some girl here, I'll be masturbating to the sight in my room at the Isles. So, I expect you to fuck someone frequently. With Bondage and BDSM. You know how I am about my porn." Taking delight in the golden blush that spread on Percy's face.

She leaned up, and pecked Percy's soft lips, a last quick, chaste kiss. "I love you, Percy." She said the parting words, which filled Percy's heart with dread. She pushed him playfully backwards, and despite Percy's best attempts to hold on to her, to not let go, her slender arms slid between his fingers.

"I love you, too, Wise Girl."

"Now, go, my champion, my destroyer. Go as the Fifteenth Olympian. Go as the God of Heroes, War, Darkness, Fear, Horror, Nightmares, Insanity and Time."

And with that, the bright light was replaced with darkness, warmth replaced with cold, hope replaced with despair.

Chapter 11: Despair in Darkness

Time: Same Time

Percy broke out of the trance, feeling somehow.... different.

He was alive, more than before. Raw, unadulterated energy coursed through his veins, as if he had just had several cups of coffee.

Not only that, he felt at home with the insanity infesting his shattered mind. It was a part of him, in the same way, his Poseidon powers and weapons were.

His eyes were closed, and he intended to keep it that way. He had no intention of dealing with the world right then. He concentrated on the pressure behind his eyes, the pounding headache threatening to come on, the hunger in his stomach. He concentrated on anything to keep him anchored to reality.

The water of the ocean felt cool, and soothing against his skin, gently pushing him about by the force of the waves. The searing heat of the sun was gone, leaving darkness all around him. He felt the soft sand and rough coral beneath his bare feet and legs as he sat cross-legged on the ocean bed. Small fish still flocked around him, lightly pecking his skin to make him stir. The shark was still there, it's scales smooth, soft and cool against his skin, as it brushed up against him, seemingly asleep. It's limp body gently swayed in the water, slightly moving about.

He reflected on Annabeth's words.

The fifteenth Olympian. He wondered what he would have to do as an Olympian. Judging from what he had heard, not much. Just attend some council meetings or shouting matches, whichever your preferred, every now and then.

The God of Heroes, War, Darkness, Fear, Horror, Nightmares, Insanity and Time. He assumed it was apt.

The time domain was probably from killing Kronos, he reasoned. But that was not the main reason he found himself in such a pickle.

The darkness in his mind purred with joy at the domains he had received. Percy just hoped he wouldn't turn into an Ares 2.0.

He felt despair. His heart sunk lower and lower the more he thought. Godly domains were a representation of who you were. Despite the thick, and almost impenetrable mask he wore, now, everyone would know who he was really. His friends.... Artemis, Thalia, Hestia, his sisters, Calypso, Piper, the Hunters, Reyna, Rachel..... all the girls in his harem, Apollo, his own father, Poseidon, Chiron, everyone would abandon him. 

He knew, and had seen how the Dark Gods- Eris, Nemesis, Thanatos, even Hades, the like- were treated and shunned.

Annabeth's words rang in his mind.

She would not be able to influence anybody, true. But she was living in an eternal party, everybody mourned her, he grieved her loss.

He wanted to be with her, for her to hold him in her arms, and make all his worries go away. She had said that she would always be by his side. Now, she was gone.

The fact that she was watching from the Isles of Blest did not comfort him. She had wrapped everything up, just been cut off from the rest of the world, leaving Percy hanging by a thread.

Was it selfish for him to blame her for her death and his Dark domains?

Maybe it was.

But Percy did not care.

The darkness was rushing up to him. He could see the shadows lengthening again, the whispers telling him to die, to destroy, to exploit his power.

He did not need to be like this.

No, everyone else would be like him. He could abuse his power, spread chaos and discord across all the worlds. Olympus, Atlantis, the Underworld, even Tartarus, were at his mercy.

He could feel his connection with the darkness as a Dark God. He could feel the entire plains of Tartarus, the overwhelming darkness in each and every monster that dotted the plains, the mind-numbing pain of the Fields of Punishment. He could feel the power given off by the Sea of Chaos, lapping at his own godly power.

He latched a hold onto the power from the sea, which was only gently pressing against him, like an obedient dog. And he pulled the overwhelming, almost endless, infinite power towards him, as if his life depended upon it.

It was instinctive for him. His godly side dictating things.

Percy's last hope shattered, plunging him into absolute darkness when he saw the power he wielded, a majority of the Sea, which arguably made him one of the strongest deities in existence.

He could feel, and almost see, the pain and negative emotions fuelling his godly power meter.

He realised why all the Dark Gods were a bit crazy. Okay, a lot crazy.

The power was exhilarating, intoxicating. His adrenaline pumped when he utilised it, wrapping the darkness around his godly form. His mind, his very consciousness urged him to spread his darkness across the world. The nightmares and horrors faced by the innumerable mortals across the world made his heart sing with joy and pleasure.

It was almost as exhilarating to Percy's dominant inclinations as when he tied someone up and brutally abused their body.

In short, it was an orgasmic experience for him, to feel, and be, one of the strongest Dark Gods out there.

He realised the complex web that the Dark Gods formed. Each protected the other, forming complex webs without any clear hierarchy, because each was shunned by the rest of the world. Each suffered in the darkness, that is why each embraced the other, sought solace in one another.

Percy knew he was not alone. Not truly, anymore. He had a family, a true family among the darkness, people who understood him.

The complex web connected each to every other, making it practically impossible for one to kill, or harm another.

Percy felt his connection with Tartarus himself. The same Tartarus that he and Annabeth had escaped from, in.... Tartarus. Tartarus drew on his domain of Pain, dependent on him, but at the same time, it generated a lot of pain, feeding his domain and strengthening him. So, conversely, he was dependent on Tartarus to feed him power. Godly bonds often went both ways like this, very complicated stuff, it was.

He felt Nyx also 'subordinate' to him, feeding his domain of nightmares and darkness with power. He felt surprised that so many Primordials were feeding him power, but whatever he felt was soon swept away by his confusion at the complex power web. Each dark god fed another.

He himself fed Perses, the Titan of Destruction, and Nemesis and Eris with power through his domains of hatred, nightmares and insanity.

He was conscious of parallel power flows, equivalent power flows between others, such as Styx and Erebus. The amount of power he transferred to them, was transferred back to him, leading to a net zero power exchange between them. Percy assumed it was due to them having the same domains.

He felt a one-way connection with Dionysus and Ares. They were constantly feeding him power, but received none in return. Percy understood that they were not Dark Gods- their godly power was sickeningly bright- so they could only supply, but not take, any power from the web.

He searched for his Uncle Hades in the web, and found him after some time. Hades had a parallel connection with Tartarus, much like he himself had with Styx, and was fed by Thanatos and...

With a jolt, Percy realised that Hades drew on his domain of War, and supplied him with power through his own domain of Pain.

Percy was also conscious, instinctively, of the fact that all the other Dark Deities, Gods, Titans and Primordials, knew of the newest addition to their ranks. After all, such a massive shift in power caused by his inclusion in the power web, could not be ignored.

And lo!

"Who is this newest addition to our ranks?" A rough voice echoed through his mind.

Immediately his mind was assaulted by all of them speaking together, eager to meet him like eager relatives meeting a newborn.

"Welcome, Dark God!" A softer voice, followed by a cacophony of several voices, "Hello!", "Welcome!", and of course, innumerable, "Who are you?"'s.

"Silence!" Another deep voice interrupted, making everything stop. Percy realised with surprise that it was Hades speaking in his mind. "We'll sort this out like civilized people!" He snapped.

"Dark God, chant this prayer in your mind, and focus on the darkness within your being. Χαιρετίστε τις Σκοτεινές Θεότητες!" The soft voice that he had heard earlier, returned, soothing and comforting. And after saying that, eerily, almost simultaneously, the overwhelming number of presences drew from his mind.

Percy reflected on the mantra he had been given. "Hail the Dark Deities." He whispered softly, as if testing out the words on his tongue, but nothing happened.

Those words felt perfectly at home on his tongue, as if he had been born to say those words. Percy realised the power behind those words, his godly half again whispering in his ears. It could protect him from death quite indefinitely, as it connected him directly to the infinite power in the Sea of Chaos. His bond with his godly side became stronger than ever,  as if those words were some kind of initiation.

Percy concentrated on the darkness 'within his being' as he had been instructed. It was not hard, seeing that his entire godly power, pumping through his ichor, was darkness itself, sucking in all light, and spreading hatred. He manoeuvred through the sharp edges of his shattered mind, trying not to give in to insanity.... yet, and go on a killing rampage.

His godly form was there, so similar to the gods' immortal forms, the only difference being that instead of being obnoxiously bright that you had to turn away, it seemed to be composed out of the night itself, the fabric of darkness composed out of cloth blacker than his hair, so that it almost had a purplish tinge.

It seemed to lure Percy in, like a beautiful trap, an addictive drug. Yet, he knew, it only existed to serve him. The key here, was not to let power corrupt. He was its master, he decided how it would exist.

Percy's hope resurged. He could control his darkness, he could use his domains to his advantage to control the suffering in the world.

Holding onto the orb within his consciousness, Percy chanted the words he had been given, almost like a medicine or salve. "Χαιρετίστε τις Σκοτεινές Θεότητες!"

His mind seemed to collapse into itself, the fabric of reality crumbling around him, sucking him into a vortex. Percy panicked, he could feel his heart racing, his mind not being able to fully comprehend the pain he was going through. It was like being sucked into a black hole, the excess gravity disorienting him.

The mortals said that before being sucked into a black hole, one would undergo the 'Spaghetti Effect', where the gravity would stretch your body till you were ripped apart.

Percy wondered if that was happening to him.

'What a spectacular way to go!' His treacherous mind supplied, before adding, dejectedly, 'Sad news there's no one to see me getting spaghettified!'

"It hurts.... right?" The voice that made him realise that the pain was gone, though leaving a slight aftershock, started off as casual, attempting to surprise him, but ended up shocked, and surprised.

There were no words spoken after that.

Percy cracked an eye open to check his surroundings, only to almost fall out of his throne in surprise. Wait, when had he appeared on a throne?

He was in what appeared to be a regular council chamber, with several chairs arranged along a large square table. There was a projector on the table, but instead of pointing at any one wall, it pointed straight upwards. Investigating further, Percy realised that the top of the chamber was an enormous mirror. Or at least, it resembled a mirror. It seemed more fluid than anything, dark, yet highly reflective water swirling around behind the glass. With a jolt, Percy realised that it was the Sea of Chaos. He was under the Sea of Chaos!

The obsidian walls of the room, smooth like black diamonds, shone with a pale light that somehow illuminated the room brightly. White, polished marble slabs were embedded at regular intervals in the room, some showing macabre scenes like soldiers dying in war, others showing equally horrifying scenes- explosions, terrorist attacks, accidents, crashes, utter destruction and chaos. There was a slab showing the necessity of pain in the delivery of justice, prisoners suffering behind bars. One slab showed a forest fire, and the new saplings that grew from the ashes of the old, given a fresh breath of life with the destruction.

There was an enormous throne at the centre of each side of the table, with smaller thrones at their sides. Percy was sitting in one of the four larger thrones, and he reasoned it to be the cause of the others' shock.

He ignored their whispering and blatant staring, instead examining the other thrones, both large and small. The other three larger thrones were occupied by Hades, his throne was the same as the one on Olympus. Made of pure black obsidian, with bones and skulls adorning the smooth stone.

On another, Percy observed, was a man he had never seen before. He had short-cropped black hair, with a slight stubble on his face, and eyes the darkest shade of black Percy had ever seen. He wore a regal velvet robe, darker than anything Percy had ever seen.

With a jolt, Percy realised that the last large throne was occupied by Tartarus himself, a throne made of magma and half molten rock. He was clad in the same dark, simple and unadorned, yet sharp and dangerous armour that he was wearing when Percy had first met the man.

Seeing Hades sit peacefully with Tartarus at the same table, Percy made the logical decision not to attack him.

His eyes roved over the other occupants, realising that they were minor gods and Titans that he realised were Dark, spending more time on the four women by the two sides of his large throne, four women who were eyeing him with apprehension.

Eris, the goddess of discord, seemed to reflect her domains in her clothes. She was wearing a ripped shirt that revealed her smooth, pale as paper, skin. Her lips glistening with black lipstick, seemed out of place on her beautiful, yet pale face. Her raven black tresses, so like his own untamable dark locks, stuck up randomly, making her look surprisingly cute despite everything. Her dark eyes danced with a slightly insane glint under her perfect eyebrows.

Nemesis, the goddess of revenge, was rocking the same black lipstick, and the same shade of pale skin. Her dark eyes danced hungrily under her dark, perfect eyebrows, recognizing the power rolling off Percy's form in waves. Her straight, silky black hair cascaded past her shoulders, reflecting the light that illuminated the room. Her black leather biker suit, glistening in the light, so like latex, sent Percy's blood roaring. She twirled around chains lazily in her right hand, which somehow made her seem even sexier. The zip of her biker jacket was slightly down, revealing a bit of her delicious cleavage.

His eyes wandered to the next woman, whom he remembered very well. This hot and sexy Nyx did not look anything like the half-crazed woman he and Annabeth had met in Tartarus. Her soft, dark purple hair cascaded past her shoulders, looking soft and inviting. Her pale skin contrasted her beautiful, full, soft ruby lips. She was wearing a tight, shiny black silk dress that hung tightly to her shapely curves, bringing out her large... assets. Her onyx eyes shined with suspicion at him, her high cheekbones making her look aristocratic.

Percy could never have believed that he would be ogling Nyx, of all people, if you had told him that when he was in Tartarus.

Styx sat directly on his right, so close, in fact, that Percy believed he could reach out and pat her head. Her soft, dark hair fell in soft curls, similar to Nyx, reaching till her shoulders. She was wearing a black, off shoulders Amon Amarth shirt, making Percy snort at the irony. Her pale creamy skin glistened in the light, almost glowing, her ruby lips perfect on her beautiful face. She had a look of intense disdain on her face, but somehow managed to make herself look cute.

Tartarus stood up, making Percy clutch his weapons tightly in preparation of any hostility. If the others noticed it, they did not say anything.

Percy did not say anything when he felt his weapons in his hands, he just went with the flow, he had seen far worse things during his time as a demigod, or, as it was now, god.

For example, being directly under the Sea of Chaos.

Anaklusmos was sheathed on his back, trapped between his body and the back of his throne, his right hand resting gently on its pommel. He held his heavy, Imperial Gold axe in his left hand, it's butt resting on the hard obsidian of the floor.

Tartarus raised his hands in a surrendering gesture, showing that he meant no harm. When Percy had relaxed, he continued, "Welcome to the Council of Darkness, Dark God! I see the Chaos has found you worthy to add to our ranks and seat among the Three- now Four- Judges."

He stopped for a moment, letting the words sink in. There were soft gasps in the background, giving Percy the impression that being a Judge was a great respect. Which he assumed to be, seeing Tartarus and Hades themselves were Judges. He knew he himself was powerful, and if it was so, then the stranger, who was another Judge, must have been strong, too.

Tartarus continued. "I think congratulations are in order.

Chapter 12: Fighting a Frenemy

Time: Same Time

"What for?" Percy spoke up for the first time, making everybody look at him.

"Why is that voice familiar?"

"Yes, that voice is familiar."

Whispers broke out following Percy's question. He felt himself sweating bullets in the armour he was wearing.... and which he had not realised he had been wearing. Damn ADHD.

Tartarus narrowed his eyes at him, thinking and calculating, his eyes cold, before a small smile broke out on his face. A small, crooked and creepy smile.

"For sitting on the throne of the Judges." The unknown stranger spoke out, before adding, "I'm Erebus, by the way. People nowadays don't really know my face." He sighed dejectedly, making Percy's eyes widen a fraction when he realised he was on the same rank as the original Dark Deity.

"So, who are you, Dark God, to sit upon the seat of the Judges?" Hades stood up. From the expression upon his face, he had recognized Percy's voice, and his expression was half torn between shock, and pride.

Percy stood up after Hades had retaken his throne. "I am the Fifteenth Olympian, the God of Heroes, War, Darkness, Fear, Horror, Nightmares, Insanity and Time."

There were whistles at his declaration, accompanied by whispers saying that he fed on, or fed them power in the web. "I can see why you are on the Judges' seats," Perses spoke up.

"Your identity." Hades seemed about to burst a vein, being unable to keep himself reined, claiming bragging rights.

"I am...." Percy did not speak anymore, instead taking off his helmet, revealing his face.

He looked up to the ceiling, seeing his reflection in the mirror, not bothering, or caring for their shock or anger at his identity. He noticed with faint interest that his long, raven hair was back, and his tanned skin had regained its normal tanned shade, coming back from the pale tinge it had taken. His sea-green eyes shined with unrestrained power. Cool beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, both from anxiety and the heat within his armour.

"You!" Nyx seemed to finally lose it, lunging across Nemesis to attack Percy, who just tilted his head back, letting her thrust blade pass harmlessly in front of him, the steel cool against his nose.

It was not only a critical error on Nyx's part to attack another Dark Deity, a judge on top of that, but also a display of cool reflexes on Percy's part.

Two birds with one stone.

Nemesis looked horrified at her, grabbing Nyx and forcing her back into her own throne. Percy just lazily lolled his head back, gazing at the struggling Primordial through half-lidded eyes.

Their gazes met, dark meeting sea green, and Nyx stiffened in abject fear as she, and only she, felt the sheer force of Percy's godly power bearing down upon her. Despite her fear, the Primordial of the Night could not help the silver blush creeping up her neck at the dominating, masculine force, just charged with testosterone, that marked Percy as a dominant alpha male.

"Nyx!" She jumped in her seat as Erebus slammed his fist down upon the armrest of his throne. "Have you gone insane! Attacking a Judge!"

Tartarus eyed the exchange idly. "I believe that all of us are shocked at our latest recruit. Nevertheless, it is expected of all of us to welcome him with open arms, and treat him with the respect he deserves as a Judge. Any attempted attack on him, is an attempted attack on all of the Judges." He observed quite apathetically.

Nyx shrank in her seat under the stares of the Judges and her numerous colleagues, muttering out a meek apology.

Percy raised his hand. "I get that a lot of the time. It is not her fault. I'm sure many of you here are just itching to run me through." He chuckled at the end, and the others couldn't help but join in with quiet chuckles and smiles.

They couldn't but marvel at the Dark God, arguably the Darkest of them all, and his humour and jovial nature.

Nyx looked up at him gratefully, thankful for his intervention. Percy just continued to stare at her with an emotionless expression, again reminding everybody that this Judge who effortlessly cracked jokes was also the Darkest of them all. The Primordial of the Night immediately looked down at her lap, a silver blush on her face. How could she find his hostility arousing, only Chaos knew.

There was grumbling from around, which stopped when Tartarus said. "I have a score to settle with you, too. I heard that the daughter of Athena you fought by, passed recently. My condolences." He noticed the whitening of Percy's knuckles as his grip tightened on his battleaxe.

"Umm..." Erebus interrupted, "I'm sorry, this is a very emotional and teary reunion and all, but I'm quite at a loss at who this is. Can anybody shed some light on his identity?"

"He's Perseus Jackson, the son of Poseidon who's been going around the last few years, insulting any and everything in the world," Styx spoke up, her voice surprisingly smooth and soft considering she was still angry at him for cleansing her curse at the Tiber.

Erebus' eyes bulged out at the proclamation. "You are the son of Poseidon that invaded the Palace of Night?" He laughed. "You should have seen Nyx that day! She is still ridiculed around in Tartarus."

He jumped up from his throne, clapping his hands together in approval. "Bravo! Bravo! No wonder she is so angry!" He laughed, surprising Percy with how enthusiastic the Primordial of Darkness was.

"He's my favourite nephew!" Hades finally burst, and seemed relieved at his proclamation.

He noticed everyone staring at him, all chatter in the room stopped at his outburst. "What?" The God of the Underworld snapped at the looks he was receiving.

"We were all aware of the... small fact." Eris' voice was dry, and devoid of humour.

Hades blushed slightly, a faint gold tinting his pale skin, making Percy's eyes widen exponentially. Was Hades blushing?!

"No need to look at him like that. He's also like us." Nemesis said, snapping Percy out of his thoughts. "I much prefer it when you are looking at me... like you were doing earlier." She added, her voice low so that only Percy could hear her.

He turned towards her only to see her leaning against his throne slightly, giving a much better view of her cleavage. The black leather seemed so much like latex, tight on her body, that for a moment, Percy wondered if she was actually wearing latex.

He immediately destroyed that dangerous thought, instead concentrating on his helmet, which he held in his hand. He realised that he was wearing Templar armour, which was worn during the Crusades. Just instead of being white, it was made of Stygian Iron, which made it the darkest, blackest metal available to the Gods. The slot for the eyes was guarded by a sliding metal plate, the same black as the rest of his cylindrical helmet. A golden cross was etched onto the helmet, the very metal assuming a distinct golden colour, beautiful against the black of the Stygian Iron.

His metal gloved fingers tapped his breastplate, running his fingers along the impenetrable Crusader armour. A similar golden cross was etched onto the black breastplate. It felt snug against him, like a second pair of skin and muscle, and although it was slightly hot inside, Percy could cool it down with slight effort, using his Poseidon powers. The insides were cushioned with soft velvet and silk, soft and gentle against his skin. A dark black cape with red designs was thrown over his right shoulder. Percy knew instinctively, that the cape invariably showed his enemy's worst nightmares, a harsh blow to opponent morale during war.

"Perseus, we must introduce you to the rules of the Dark Deities." Hades started, and everyone straightened, dropping all fun, and assuming serious faces. Percy sat up straighter in his throne.

"First-"

"Its Percy," Percy smirked slightly as he timed his line perfectly, making a few snicker.

"-a Dark Deity always looks out for another." Hades continued as if he hadn't been interrupted, save for a death glare thrown his way, "As I am sure you have already seen from the power web, every one of us is related to the other. As such, none of us can attack or cause harm to another, and for your case, that extends to your harem as well." He coughed slightly into his fist, sitting back down.

"Second." Erebus stood up, "A Dark Deity is shunned by everyone else, be them Gods, Titans or Primordials. We don't need those lesser. We are the true children of Chaos, we can survive on our own, only relying on the infinite energy provided by the Sea."

"Third." Tartarus stood up, a grim look on his face. "This applies to you very much, Perseus. People will judge you for who you are. Do not pay them heed. The power is yours, use it as you feel. Don't let it rule you, but-," his eyes bored into his, as if the Primordial was capable of reading his thoughts, "-don't bottle it up, don't think by absorbing it you can reduce strife in this world. Strife is eternal, our domains are eternal, we rule, and control strife. All must be perfectly balanced, as all things should be."

Percy gulped at Tartarus' macabre warning, thinking of his earlier plans, and wondering if it was a genuine warning or some shit to make everything sound better.

Tartarus sat back down, tapping impatiently on the wooden table.

Percy absorbed the idea.

"Like any domains, you need to manage your own. Don't let it get out of hand, but don't try to absorb it either. If your domains decrease too much-," Hades started, only to be interrupted.

"Knowing him, he's gonna do just that." Nemesis interrupted, and almost immediately, Eris took up her line. "It's not only your life, but ours, too, that depends on your actions. As a judge, we all-", she gestured to the four women by his sides, "-All our domains depends on your actions."

Percy halted his train of thought. Everyone seemed to be waiting for his answer, but he didn't know what to say. He wasn't sure that the truth would be so appreciated.

Fortunately, Nyx, it was NYX of all people, that came to his rescue. "Soo...."

Tartarus drew his longsword, resting it on the table. He looked up, meeting Percy's eyes with his own, the dark fiery eyes burning with blackened flames, that screamed of death and pain. He slid along the sword so that it rested at the foot of Percy's throne.

Everyone was speechless at the simple action. "It has never been done before, but I believe a spar with me would give my fellow Judge a taste of the Dark. After all," he shrugged, as if justifying his action, "I do have a score to settle with him." He laced his fingers in front of his face, resting his elbows on the armrests of his throne as if waiting for an answer.

"You're supposed to accept the challenge. If you do, give one of your weapons to him." Nemesis whispered in his ear, helping the new god out.

Percy nodded slightly in understanding, shifting his axe to his other hand, and gently rested its blade on the table. He let go of the handle, letting it clatter to the surface.

The sound echoed through the empty chamber as he gently slid his axe forward with his boot.

Tartarus' eyes shined with anger at the subtle insult, drawing a cocky smirk to Percy's lips.

Almost reverently, Styx raised Tartarus' longsword and handed it to her judge. Across the table, Perses mirrored her actions with his battleaxe.

Tartarus seemed to temporarily forget about his insult as he examined the heavy, Imperial Gold battleaxe in his hands. "Ancient Roman... hmm... beautiful craftsmanship..." He muttered mute praises, which wafted through the empty chamber.

Percy drew his eyes to the longsword in his hands, almost as heavy as his own axe. It had a beautiful black wooden handle, with a large black diamond forming the pommel, and a spiked obsidian guard with which he could punch a hole in anything. The edge looked sharp enough to cut concrete like a hot knife through butter, catching the light. The beautiful Damascus pattern in the metal brought out by the light, the dark and grey metals blending together. Twin fullers ran on either side of the blade, strengthening it even further. A spiral groove along with finger swells made the handle comfortable to wield. It was perfectly balanced in his hand, surprising him as no weapon other than his axe and Anaklusmos felt balanced for him.

Percy could feel the malevolent power rolling off the sword in waves, identical to the energy he felt from the Primordial himself, and wondered how he could do that to his own weapons.

He rested the beautiful sword reverently on the table, repeating the process again, and getting his axe back. "This is Cursebreaker," Tartarus spoke, jolting him out of his musings on how to imbue his own power into his blade. "What's yours?"

Percy stared at him, in a tight spot. What to name his blade?

The answer, again, was supplied by his godly half- "You know Anaklusmos, of course. The axe is Doomslayer." (Lol XD)

Tartarus (it auto corrected to Tetanus, XD) seemed impressed by the name, and it showed on his face. "A good name for a good weapon. But can your skills in wielding it match your skills in naming it?"

The world warped again, and there was no table in the middle of the room, which had grown much larger in size to accommodate everything. The thrones were still there; and everyone occupying it were still there, increasing Percy's stress.

With a surprised jolt, the Dark God realised that the now-named Doomslayer had changed in appearance. The Imperial Gold was streaked with black Stygian Iron, and some of the gemstones had been replaced with black diamonds. There was a spiked club at the end of the weapon, much like a morningstar. The dark power, this time similar to his own, rolled off the weapon in thick waves of sheer dark energy, filling the air around it with the horrifying stench of decay and despair.

Percy realised that not only had his weapons changed, but his armour, had too. The black Stygian Iron Templar armour seemed to be imbued with the same energy as his weapons, his energy, which made it feel like the darkest artefact in existence, darker than Hades' Helm of Darkness. Percy basked in the despair, the sheer hopelessness energizing him, the darkness fuelling the raging, blackened fire in his heart. The screams of those trapped in endless, horrifying nightmares were music to his ears, echoing out from his armour to please the shadows in his heart.

He realized, not only did it energize him, but it also protected him from Tartarus' power.

Percy placed his helmet back on, lowering the visor and raising his axe in a defensive position, holding it tightly across his breastplate with both hands. Tartarus crouched down halfway, his legs bent, and his longsword, Cursebreaker, pointing forward.

The two met in a flurry of black and gold and silver, a shower of bright sparks as soon as Erebus announced them to begin, too fast for some of the spectators to comprehend.

Percy leaned back, smoothly dodging Tartarus' downward strike, feinting the club up to bash him in the chest. The Primordial saw it coming and leaned back, casually raising his sword to block the upward strike that Percy had delivered with the blade of his axe, changing direction midway at astonishing speed. His eyes widened when he felt his heels digging into the ground at the sheer force of the blow, and thinking quickly, he decided to kick out at the Dark God to put some distance between the two.

He had thought that he would be able to rush him in close quarters due to the weight of his weapon, but apparently, he had been wrong. Still, Tartarus knew that he would be able to suppress the upstart son of Poseidon in a battle between godly power. His lack of experience could be exploited to the other's advantage.

But it seemed Percy had other ideas, as he hooked Tartarus' longsword with the curve of his axe, pulling him along with the god, and disorienting him in one stroke.

Percy reverted to his previous method of quick, double-pronged attacks with the blade and the club at opposite ends, switching hands randomly, forcing Tartarus to go on the defence, keep blocking rapidly with his longsword.

The kid was good. Seriously good.

Something which posed a problem.

Tartarus' eyes blazed with fury at being kept at bay by a rude demigod turned god. He leaned back, letting Percy's club swing harmlessly by him, and Spartan kicked him in the chest, throwing him back.

Percy's eyes widened as he stumbled back. It was steaming inside his armour. If it had been some lower opponent, he might have been able to keep himself cool at the same time, but maybe, starting his career as a Dark God with a fight against Tartarus might have been a bad mistake. His muscles burned due to wielding the heavy axe for so long, and sweat rolled down his forehead, his long raven hair sticking to his skin beneath the helmet.

Tartarus feinted towards Percy's head, and like a rookie, he went to block the attack, exposing his chest and stomach again to another kick, which sent him sprawling.

Percy stared at his throne helplessly. It was like a Void, sucking in all light and leaving the surroundings in darkness. It was made of plain, dark obsidian, the only decoration being an intensive network of white webs crisscrossing against the black obsidian, a metaphor for the broken, shattered and insane, dark and hateful minds that he was god of.

What his domains truly stood for, dawned upon the Dark God, the realization sending a fresh wave of adrenaline and energy pumping through his veins.

Percy rolled to the side, letting Tartarus' lethal blow crash harmlessly into the ground, the blade lodged into the rock.

Percy sprang up, coming to his feet at the same time Tartarus freed his sword with a mighty roar. Smoothly drawing Anaklusmos, which also had black streaks running along the length of the Celestial Bronze blade, he blocked the backward strike aimed at his back.

Jumping backwards again, he brought Anaklusmos back to his front, parrying a jab at his chest, and sending a lethal downward arc at Tartarus' exposed neck. The Primordial blocked his attack, jumping back.

His eyes widened when Percy swung his heavy axe upwards with only one arm. He sidestepped the downward strike, again surprised when Percy used the momentum to laugh himself forward, Anaklusmos first.

Tartarus went to sidestep again, only to find his path blocked by the enormous axe sticking out of the ground. He turned to the other side, but it was too late.

Anaklusmos sank deep in his stomach, it's tip protruding out the other side of his abdomen, piercing through the armour and spilling his guts. He felt cool silver ichor gush out of the wound, staining the upstart demigod's trusty sword. A mind-numbing pain echoed through his core, setting his nerves on fire. But the Primordial was too exhausted to note anything other than a dull, throbbing pain in his gut, akin to a lousy stomach ache. The shadows in the corner of his eyes lengthened, beckoning.

Damn, the demigod, no, the Dark God, could wield his weapons as well as he could name them.

But all was not lost. After all, he was Tartarus, ruler of the Pit. Maybe the kid could beat him one day, but the day was still far off, after decades of training.

He had managed to run his sword through Percy's shoulder.

It was a draw.

Tartarus' eyes widened when Percy's sharp teeth sank into his neck, his canines tearing through his skin like a hellhound ripping into a demigod, like a mindless animal, and ripping out his throat.

And both the combatants blacked out, one temporarily dead, the other passed out due to sheer pain and a throbbing ache in his jaw.

Percy was sure that some of his teeth had come loose.

Damn, mental note to oneself, never bite Tartarus again.

Chapter 13: Losing the Light

Time: Same Time

Percy woke up with a start, jumping up and wielding the newly christened Doomslayer. Anaklusmos held firmly in his other hand, he surveyed his surroundings, thankful for the armour still covering him.

The pain in his shoulder, and the exhaustion weighing him down, were gone, and so was the overwhelming, intoxicating energy he felt under the Sea of Chaos. The power that he had gained as a Dark God still lingered, but most of it was locked away in his mind, for him to use as he saw fit. After concentrating for a minute, he saw the same connections he had felt, and was reassured. None of that had been a bad dream.

More proof was the armour he was still wearing, and his transformed weapons. Percy thought of how to reduce them, and immediately, as if responding to his thoughts, the armour shrunk back into his skin, his weapons shrinking to two rings. The rings were simple, yet elegant. One was gold, for Doomslayer, the other bronze for Anaklusmos. Both had black streaks running through the band, and a spattering of tiny emeralds, sapphires, black diamonds and rubies that fitted perfectly like shiny sand on the band of the rings.

He was under the ocean, again. The soft sand and rough coral feeling oddly familiar, yet alien to his bare feet. The waves tousled his long, raven hair, lightly pushing him about and tugging at his clothes. He could see perfectly even in the darkness of the ocean. Small nocturnal fish swam about in search of food, flocking towards him when they felt his aura as a god, and a son of Poseidon. Soft seagrass and weeds swayed in the waves, the little sunlight filtering through the waves forming beautiful patterns on the ocean bed.

The shark which had been nuzzling him obediently like a lost puppy, jerked upwards with joy, the underwater equivalent of jumping. It rubbed its soft, smooth scales affectionately against the god, and even went to nibble him lovingly, but Percy resisted its advances, not being so sure if it was safe even for children of Poseidon to be 'nibbled lovingly' by a full-grown tiger shark. Its stripes, though, looked beautiful as it reflected the sunlight, and Percy rubbed its dorsal fin affectionately, as if he was giving his puppy ear rubs.

'Nice shark you got there.' Percy jumped out of his skin in fright at the voice that appeared out of nowhere in his mind. Did he now have schizophrenia, too?

'Scaredy cat.'

'Dark deities do not get such puny diseases.'

He faintly recognized them to be his four, hot and sexy, female subordinates.

'He thinks we are hot and sexy.' Nyx spoke, a lingering touch of satisfaction and desire in her voice.

'Hmm.... are the admissions to your harem still open, Dark God?' Nemesis' voice floated over.

'Can you stop digging around in my head?' As always, he was ignored.

'I can't see what you see in this rude brat.' Percy felt offended that Styx had called him a rude brat.

There was a collective huff in his mind, before Eris added, 'And to think, that it was you who could not sleep for several days when he bathed in your river. You whore.'

Percy could almost feel Styx's furious blush over their mind link. He seriously did not need to know these things. He had his hands occupied right then.

'That much is true.' Nemesis teased him. Over their mind link, he could faintly hear Styx and Eris engaged in an escalating and embarrassing shouting match that involved throwing each other's crushes and kinks at each other. Percy seemed to come up majority of the time, except times when they said-

'You crushed on Perses!' Eris shouted.

Styx mock retched. 'And you crushed on Atlas! Blegh, even saying his name has left a bad taste in my mouth!'

'You know I did not! You are just a masochistic whore who secretly likes being tied up and spanked hard!'

Everything fell silent. Percy mentally slammed his head into a wall.

'Look at that arousal.' Nemesis giggled.

'Would you like to tie me up and spank me, Percy?' Styx added sultrily, making Percy's face heat up.

'How do I get out of here?'

Nyx, who had been quiet all this time, finally interrupted. 'Just stop talking, my stupid judge. You can do that easily, no?'

'From his track record on pissing off immortals, I don't think so.' Eris added, making the others giggle.

Percy again felt the need to slam his head into a solid brick wall. Jason would have loved that.

He shut off the mental connection, amid giggles at something Nyx had said, about him, undoubtedly.

Percy shook his head at the four. Who knew the three Dark Goddesses, and one Primordial of the Night, whom everybody shunned, and thought of as cruel, could gossip and tease like schoolgirls?

Wading through the deep water, he headed towards Ogygia, where he could finally sleep, and satisfy the hunger in his growling stomach. The water parted in front of his knees as he walked underwater, the sand yielding and soft beneath his toes.

He waded through the water for a few minutes before he caught his first sign of the girls. Rose and Violet were swimming about, searching for him in the lighter waters in their pyjamas, their hair flowing everywhere, thrown about by the waves.

Percy waved his hands, not changing his relatively slow pace. Violet was the first to see him, and she drew Rose's attention by poking her roughly. Percy could see her indignant expression even from his distance.

That soon changed when she caught sight of her big brother.

The twins reached the Dark God a few seconds later, swimming at an incredibly fast speed that only children of Poseidon could reach.

Rose gestured at her wrist, indicating time, while Violet just waved her arms in excited gestures. They had still not mastered the art of speaking underwater as he had.

Percy threw his head back and laughed, messing their long, raven hair, despite the ocean already having accomplished that. "Come on, squirts, we'll first have a nice meal, then stories."

Rose nodded, and grabbing his hands, attempted to pull him along, while her twin pushed him in an attempt to make him go faster.

Percy sighed, shaking his head, despite the small smile tugging at his lips. "Come on, I can't wait for the meal." Saying so, he pushed off the ocean bed, and with complex manoeuvres, he could pull off, he left them far behind in the dust.

Literally. He had kicked up a lot of dust as he took off, speeding faster than any dolphin could ever hope to achieve.

There were slightly muffled sounds of indignation, and the twins gave chase, seeking to do the Herculean task of beating him to the island.

And they succeeded.

But that might have been largely because Percy chose to wade through the waist-deep water, covering the last stretch to the island on foot, and enjoying the bright sunshine warming his skin, the air blowing against him, buffeting his skin and tousling his long hair. The sounds of the soaring albatrosses screaming in the blood-red sky was music to his ears after days underwater. The palm trees swayed in the breeze, the briny scent of the sea breeze in his nostrils. He looked up, for once, relieved to see the accursed chariot of Apollo, which always harkened the dawn. The sun was peeking over the horizon, tinting the eastern horizon bloody, the light rays sharp and bright, piercing through the fabric of night that veiled the rest of the world.

Percy waved at the cheering girls on the beach, absentmindedly noting that Aphrodite's make up was impeccable, as expected. Almost the entire female population of Ogygia seemed to be on the beach, with the exception of, of course, Drew and Athena, and, a big surprise here, Hestia. Percy felt a small pang of hurt that she had not come out to greet him, and then thought of his domains. It was natural she would not come to greet him.

Did she know his domains already? Did she loathe him for it? Was it his fault to push Hestia away?

When the water to his knees, almost everybody on the beach rushed him, jumping through the shallow water to reach him, not caring if they splashed others, or got wet themselves in the process, and chasing all negative thoughts from his mind.

Percy jumped back to keep them at bay. "Back, back, I tell you! No dogpiling in the middle of the sea! I'm hungry, damn it! You'll all get your hugs, can't you hear me!" He didn't mean it, but the last part came out in a shout.

A few eyed him with worry, recognizing his half depressed look, and knowing his shouting to be what it was- just an outlet for all his self-deprecative thoughts.

But, nothing could dampen their mood. Most were still cheering, hailing their god as they crowded him on his way to the dining hall and subsequent rest.

Percy took a deep breath to calm himself, looking around his backyard/frontyard. The majority of the house was still plunged in darkness, the only light coming from the dining room, falling through the sliding glass door to illuminate a part of the mown lawn. The swimming pool was calm, with only slight ripples, and the occasional leaf littering the water, which reflected the setting silver moon. The smell of a fresh, hot meal on the stove wafted through the open door, along with the faint sounds of someone watching a movie at the large television spanning one wall.

He stepped through the glass door to see Drew complaining about something to Athena, who was paying rapt attention to the daughter of Aphrodite, for once ignoring the book on the table in front of her.

As soon as he entered, the two threw him nasty looks, and grumbling slightly under her breath, Drew switched off the television, carelessly flinging the remote on the table and made her way back to her room.

Athena stayed, which was probably nice for her. But Percy reasoned that it was probably so that she could shout at him some more.

However, even those two could not dampen his mood when he saw the steaming, piping fresh meal of simple, homemade garlic bread and meal, and the smiling hearth goddess accompanying it.

Hestia smiled at Percy serenely as she gave him a hug in greeting, which he returned eagerly. Her presence never failed to light up his day. She seemed to understand Percy's state, exhausted and battered, and he was thankful for that as she served him quietly, so different from the other girls. She enjoyed herself in silence when the time called for it, and she was the loudest when the time called for it.

But this posed another problem. Did Hestia not know about his domains? It made everything much more complicated.

Percy had just torn off his first piece of garlic bread, the delicious smell like Elysium to him. It was not his day.

The food had just touched his lips, warm and smooth and comforting, when Athena interrupted. Of course.

Percy felt the need to snort as he reluctantly set down the uneaten piece of delicious garlic bread.

"What are your domains?" She was crisp, to the point, her tongue sharp enough that he could physically feel her cuts.

Percy gulped, his appetite gone. He knew Athena only stayed because her overwhelming curiosity as a goddess prevented her from being ignorant about his domains, but he would have really appreciated it if she had waited for him to finish his meal.

Despite his best attempts, he could not pin the entire blame on her. He could see the rest of the girls inch forward in their seats, their eyes eager and curious as they leaned in. Reyna ignored her elbow in the piping soup- Percy did not feel regret, he knew he wouldn't be able to finish it anyway. That is, if he even got to taste it. Phoebe almost sat on Thalia's lap as she leaned in, but the daughter of Zeus ignored her, her eyes concentrating on him, and him alone. Sydney, who had been sitting on the island as was her habit, was standing now. The air was apprehensive, Percy could hear all their hearts beating with excitement.

He gulped. He could feel Athena's eyes on him, akin to a predator, watching his Adam's apple bob. He knew she had a victorious smirk in her face, her eyes shining viciously in anticipation of the kill, her inarguably superior mental faculties already having processed his hesitation. It was not a question of if, just when.

And Percy did not have long, surrounded by eighteen eager, excited girls and one bitch. His only other option was to lie, but that choice had serious repercussions in the long run. He would be found out sooner or later, if not immediately. Several of the girls within the room were much smarter than him, and knew everything about him. One of them was the twin of the God of Truth, for fuck's sake!

His sisters watched him with unveiled admiration, their eyes shining. Percy's heart broke at the thought of letting them down.

"I-I am..." His palms felt sweaty, his heart rate picked up as everybody crowded closer. He was feeling claustrophobic, the shadows were stalking him again. There were whispers in his ear, whispers telling him to die.

He jumped when a cannon went off again in the distance.

Damn, being the god of Nightmares evidently did not stop him from having nightmares.

Recognising the signs of a mild panic attack, the girls backed off immediately, giving him some space to recover.

Percy breathed deeply, attempting to calm his racing heart. Seeing Annabeth again had just made his loss more real, not bandaging his mental wounds in the slightest.

Athena tapped her foot impatiently. "Well? We are waiting."

Everyone threw her harsh glares as she disregarded Percy's panic attack with callous apathy, pressurising him to speak things that he obviously did not want to.

"I think we should..." Calypso started, only to be cut off. "No-no. I need.... to do this.... yes, I need to." Percy's back straightened, the hot meal in front of him forgotten as he composed himself, slightly out of breath and gasping for air. His chest hurt from his racing heart, and he could feel a throbbing headache coming on. Tears pooled in his eyes, but he managed to keep them at bay for some more time. 

"I don't think....," Piper was ignored promptly, Percy's eyes only on the blonde wisdom goddess. How could someone who gave birth to his angel, be so cruel? Her stormy grey eyes, so like her.

Percy shook off Artemis' hand and ignored Thalia's pleading as he stood up, slightly wobbling on his feet as he struggled to stand from hunger, exhaustion and pain, both physical, mental and emotional. Ruby and Atalanta stood up to help him, but he waved them away.

"I am... the God of..." he panted, gasping out the words in a raspy voice which made everyone save for the blonde bitch to look at him in worry, "the God of Heroes, War, Darkness, Fear, Horror, Nightmares, Insanity and Time." He waited patiently for the outburst which he knew would come.

Silence greeted his declaration. A few were marvelling at his powerful domains, the majority were wondering at his dark domains. Domains of a god were the reflection of who a god was as a person, or, well, god. It reflected their personality, and often, Dark Gods had evil, cruel, twisted personalities.

Had they judged their 'hero' incorrectly? Had they pledged themselves, their bodies and minds, to a psychopathic, insane god?

Their hesitation to come to his aid hurt Percy more than anything Athena could have ever said or done. Artemis, Piper, Calypso, Hestia, Rachel, Reyna, his sisters...

"So.... you are like an Anti-Hestia?" Thalia seemed to have been infected by Atalanta's (and his own) disease of not thinking before talking.

No one refuted her.

Whatever was left of Percy's conscience, any last shreds of hope, was shattered when Sydney inched backwards from him.

Athena noticed the movement, however inadvertent it might have been, and laughed shrilly, a cruel, cold sound that chased all warmth from the room, plunging it to bone-chilling cold.

"See, they are afraid of you! You are a monster, as was my own daughter for sheltering you!" She seemed to be pulling out all stops now that she had gained some solid ground. "You caused her death! Yes, if you had not been there, then Annabeth would have been alive now! Not only her, Zoë, Silena, Charles, Luke, Jason, all of them would have been alive today! And now, look, Artemis and her Hunters, who apparently love their lieutenant for millennia, have pledged themselves to her murderer!"

"Shut up, Athena!" Artemis screamed at her half-sister, her face red with rage. "Don't drag Zoë into this! Percy is a good man, the best man, the only man I would ever allow within ten miles of any Hunter! Just because you're having problems doesn't give you the right to go on bad mouthing him with lies and unsound arguments that even a Cyclops with brains could refute! I can feel my brain cells dying from listening to you, wisdom goddess!"

The moon goddess sneered, showing off the kickass Artemis that was feared by all across the mythological world. "So, do us all a favour and shut your trap!"

Never one to back down, with her hubris fueling her rage, Artemis only seemed to spark off another rant from the wisdom goddess, as she raged at the unfortunate son of Poseidon, her nostrils flared. "It seems that his vile aura is affecting you  too, sister. You're attacking me to protect what you have sworn to hate most!"

Artemis gritted her teeth. "I've sworn to hate rapists and vile filth, and Percy couldn't have been far from it last time I checked."

She was ignored, as Athena turned her wrath towards Percy. "Yes, a murderer is what you are! Destroyer, that is what you are! Everything you touch dies or is destroyed! Now, you have touched us and Ogygia," she sneered at Calypso, who was trying to burn holes in the wisdom goddess' head, "thanks to the naïve Titaness there who could not handle isolation and rejection, now all of us will die! I know I will, and it is my duty to disillusion the others, however blind they might be!"

Out of nowhere, a fist slammed into Athena's jaw, accompanied by a blur of black hair, cutting her off. Her jaws snapped shut on her own tongue, making her groan in pain as her mouth was flooded with ichor that escaped her pink lips, trailing down her chin.

All the girls jumped up, shocked as Athena crashed into the bar counter behind her, her arms reaching behind her to check her fall. Her lips were parted, allowing ichor to freely drip from her lips, splattering on the floor and painting it in golden droplets. Slight tears of pain gathered in her grey eyes.

"I've always wanted to do that." Thalia growled out, not looking in the least bit regretful. Golden specks of immortal blood glistened on her knuckles.

Athena glared at the daughter of Zeus, bloodshot grey eyes shining venomously.

Hestia was sobbing quietly, while Aphrodite was trying to comfort her, the love goddess lost in her own world of thoughts.

Athena's emotions and actions did not match up, she could feel it. The wisdom goddess' stony heart, gone cold from years of getting, and giving, hatred, longed for Percy's warmth, to feel loved, yet she kept pushing him away with violence and aggression, with hurtful, scathing remarks aimed at breaking him.

Aphrodite looked at the panting blonde, her eyes shining. This was all an elaborate act by the wisdom goddess, but why? There was something on with her, the question was, what?

Athena turned her burning eyes towards Percy, forcing herself to swallow the lump in her throat. "You should have died!"

She hissed venomously, "You had so many chances over the years, why couldn't you die! Everyone would have been better off! Your mother did not love you, why do you think she let her child be abused for ten years?" Percy's eyes widened at the fact that she knew about his abuse. "No one would want a son like you!"

No, she was incorrect. His mother loved him, she did it to protect him, she suffered, too.

"Thalia was right in ignoring you! She wanted you to die! Why couldn't you die when you attempted that suicide?! Of course, you could not do anything simple without messing up!" Everyone was wide-eyed at this point, shaking with rage.

Thalia grabbed Athena's collar, shaking her violently, before slamming her back into the counter, cracking it under the force of her blow.

"No, no, no, no, no!" The daughter of Zeus screamed at the wisdom goddess, slamming her into the wood with every word.

Athena did not care about the pain she was in. Her emotional turmoil was too much, her emotional pain too great for her to even register the physical. Her eyes remained fixed on the quietly shaking son of Poseidon, her comments still aimed at destroying him, the words that escaped her lips not matching up with the words that she wanted to say. "You should just die. No one wants you. You will be doing the world a great service that way."

Her words were so similar to the whispers in his head all the time.

Maybe she was right.

No one wanted him. No one came to his help, no one backed him up or bothered to stop the wisdom goddess. She was right, he was alone and unwanted.

Annabeth had stood by his side always. And look where that had brought her. She was dead, all because of his undeserving self.

He wanted to be anywhere but there at that time. He did not care where, he just wanted to be gone, away from the shouting, the cruel goddess, his friends and so-called 'family' who had abandoned him to her mercy.

There was a dark flash, and when the light died down, there was no Percy.

The meal was still there, abandoned and slightly cold, it's eater missing. Athena breathed deeply, reflecting over her words as she surveyed the shocked audience. Did she go overboard? She did not think so.

Still, she could not shake off the uneasy feeling sitting in her stomach. The wisdom goddess chalked it down to her tactical, strategic half being uneasy at the fact she had probably pissed off a morally retarded psychopath with power levels that far outshone her own.

The entirety of the dining room broke into utter chaos.

Chapter 14: A Helping Hand

Time: A Few Minutes Later

Hestia appeared in a clearing, worried out of her mind. She had barely been able to escape from the shouting match ensuing on among several angsty, teenage, mortal, demigod, semi-immortal, goddesses and a single Titaness, in Ogygia's dining room.

Sydney had been ashamed of her fear, and she had been the target of more than a few rebukes, coming even from her own sisters.

Poor girl.

Hestia had to make sure that Percy would spend some time with her to cheer up the normally lively daughter of Thanatos.

As the light died down, she was jarred out of her thoughts by the sheer beauty of the scene before her, gasping in wonder and admiration. She turned around to look everywhere, her warm brown eyes childlike, wide with wonder, the roll of garlic bread on a plate clutched tightly and carefully in her hands.

She had been unable to save the soup, which had been kicked over in the argument, but at least Percy could have something until she could make him another meal. Or perhaps she could summon food using her godly power, however much she hated it.

The sky seemed to be drenched with blood, the dawn approaching rapidly. A few birds circled the sky, black specks against the bright red and orange of the sky, gliding between the few wisps of white clouds in the mostly clear sky. The leaves of the trees that surround the clearing were tinted red, the sunlight filtering through the canopy. The air was fresh and invigorating, so much like Ogygia, that Hestia felt awed at the fact that such a place even existed in the mortal world. The leaves of the conifers rustled in the soft breeze, swaying the tall treetops slightly.

Soft herbs felt soft as she crushed them under her equally soft feet, feeling slightly sad for marring the beauty of this otherworldly place, the gravel and dirt that lined the soil, tougher, crunching under her slippers. Hestia blew her brunette hair out of her face, taking pleasure in the breeze buffeting her, ruffling her clothes, somehow different from the perpetual sea breeze at Ogygia.

She made her way through two call pine trees, the fallen pine needles soft and wet with dew under her feet. She followed the innate connection she had with her master, trying to locate Percy.

She rested her soft palm against the rough bark of a tree, clutching the plate protectively to her chest. A soft, gentle smile lit up her soft, softly tugging at her lips as she absorbed the sight before her.

A massive lake stretched as far as the eye could see, the azure water clear enough to beautifully reflect the blood-red sky. It was lined with the same coniferous trees, pines, firs and birches, the air slightly cold and misty, telling the hearth goddess that they were to the far north, maybe somewhere in Canada. Gentle, rolling hills rose up behind the lake, their slopes covered with lush green forests. A lone mountain rose high above the rest, it's higher reaches covered with snow, gilded in the rising dawn, the peak disappearing in the clouds.

The open fields around the lake were covered with soft, green grass wet with morning dew, a few flowers dotting the landscape like colourful patches among a vibrant green. The far forests were lost in a grey haze, lost in rolling mists that descended from the mountains. A small stream, as clear as the lake itself, fed the enormous water body, filling the quiet morning air with the beautiful sound of a trickling mountain stream, fresh from the slopes.

Percy sat by the lake, his legs dipped into the clear water of the lake. He looked so peaceful, despite the dry tear tracks marring his face, that Hestia almost felt sad disturbing the serene scene. His long black raven hair was the only speck of darkness anywhere in the beautiful scenery. Even though she couldn't see it, Hestia knew that his sea-green eyes were shining with unshed tears, glistening beautifully that made them look like dark emeralds. She could picture it perfectly in her mind's eye. He was wearing the orange Camp Half-Blood shirt, which made Hestia falter as he NEVER wore that shirt. It had too many memories attached, he said.

Hestia stepped forwards, hesitating slightly as she feared that Percy would flee as soon as he saw her. When he did not show any visible reaction, emboldened, yet slightly saddened by his callous disregard, Hestia sat beside him, crossing her legs as she sat beside him.

Silently, she handed him the plate, with the slightly cold ginger bread, trying to seem like she didn't care, though her insides were being eaten up by guilt and worry.

The butterflies in her stomach came to a standstill when Percy accepted her offer, still continuing with the silent treatment. His childish behaviour brought a smile to her face.

Percy couldn't help the satisfied moan that escaped his traitorous lips when he bit into the loaf, tearing away the soft bread with his teeth. Gold tinted his cheeks when he became conscious of Hestia's teasing smile.

After a few minutes of comfortable silence, Hestia broke the span, immediately wishing she hadn't. "I'm hurt, Percy."

"I'm really sorry. I-I didn't mean to be.... like this... I-I d-don't know what to do.... I'm broken, damaged; and yo-you-" His voice broke.

"I meant," Hestia comforted him softly, leaning against him as she rested her head in the crook of his neck, the couple watching the sun rise over the hills. "Is my cooking really that bad that you left the meal I cooked for you?"

Percy chuckled slightly, though the emotional pain in his voice was still there when he spoke. "I'm really sorry. Your cooking is the best I've ever had.... well, on par with my mom, at least."

Hestia smiled at that, leaning down to examine the lake bed, clearly visible thanks to the clear water. "You apologize too much."

The fish frolicked about in the water, forming complex patterns and pecking Percy's legs lightly to get him to join them. The sand that lined the bed was interspersed with seagrasses that swayed in the water, illuminated by the beautiful patterns formed by the sunlight refracting through the water.

She dipped her hand into the lake, enjoying the gentle ripples that were formed on the glassy surface, the cool fluid on her nimble fingers. A single, small, bright orange fish swam to her hand bravely, pecking at her soft skin. Hestia giggled at the ticklish feeling.

"This place is so beautiful," she breathed, her attention drawn from the underwater life to the aerial, as an unidentifiable, small songbird perched on her bare knee, it's small talons slightly digging into her soft skin. Hestia did not mind the slight pain as she gently stroked its brilliant blue and red plumage with her finger, marvelling at its softness.

"It is, isn't it?" Percy's voice was nostalgic. "I and Annabeth were searching for the Hunters when we stumbled across this place. Apparently, this is one of their innumerable campsites in Canada, protected by Artemis."

Hestia hummed in agreement, her attention solely on the bird perched on her knee.

"Do I have to go back there?"

Hestia turned to him. "Yes, you do, Percy. The girls- your girls- are waiting for you there. Besides, you will have a nice, much better meal waiting for you there." Hestia bribed, seeing the bread in his hand almost finished.

Percy was silent for a moment. "Why don't you summon food when it is your domain?"

Hestia's smile fell a bit as she turned towards the lake, taking in a shuddering breath. Seeing her discomfort, Percy put a strong, protective arm around her, pulling her closer to him. Hestia buried herself deeper into his chest, basking in his warmth as her eyes followed the sun in the sky. "During the First Titan War, I had to feed all the wounded soldiers because there we no time to cook in the middle of the fighting. Later, when the war was over, I promised myself that I wouldn't summon food, because there won't be so much suffering any more. I was naïve at that time," she sniffed, "look where that brought me."

Seeing her depressed thoughts, Percy filed away the information to grill her later. He tried to change the subject, drawing attention to himself. "You aren't angry with me?"

Hestia smiled at him, snuggling into his chest, and drawing his arm closer around herself. "Would I be doing this if I was?"

Percy didn't respond to her rhetorical question, opting to stay silent for a while. "Am I evil, Hestia?"

Hestia turned on him, her brown eyes blazing with a furious intensity that none associated with the gently dispositioned hearth goddess. Percy was taken aback by her aggressiveness as she shouted at him, "What makes you think that?!"

Percy did not react to her anger. "Do you think she was right?" He pondered, his eyes glistening. "Athena, I mean. Why is she being so difficult? Drew, I understand. She was always bitchy. But why Athena? She was okay with me after Annabeth restored the Athena Parthenos."

Hestia eyed him worriedly. "She is just having other problems of her own to deal with."

Percy turned towards her, matching her intensity. "And you don't have?! You were ripped away from your life and placed in my harem, against your will, for all I know, and I don't see you complaining. What is her problem? She has no right calling Calypso or Artemis or the Hunters, that-that word." He clenched his fists in anger.

He ignored his own outburst, instead continuing to observe quietly. "Nobody came to my aid when she was telling me to die. Nobody defended me." He laughed, giving the hearth goddess the impression that he was slowly losing his grip on reality and sanity, "Hell, Sydney was even afraid of me!"

He continued, ignoring Hestia's tears. "Do you think my mother never loved me? Was I alone all along?"

Hestia could not take it anymore. She tackled Percy to the ground, showing surprising strength as she pinned him down. "Never think like that, Percy. You were never alone. Annabeth and your mother, your friends were always by your side. Now we are by your side for all eternity. You are not alone!"

Percy glared hatefully at her, making Hestia falter as she had never thought that she would be on the receiving end of his ire. "I'm a monster, can't you see that, Hestia! I'm destined to be a murderer! Can't you see, I feed on people's fear and terror! I'm not like you! You are the shining beacon that everyone looks to, while I am the darkness that everyone avoids, fears!" He laughed insanely.

Tears trickled down Hestia's cheeks as she buried her face in Percy's chest, dampening his shirt. Her tears, the sobs wracking her body and her hiccuping seemed to bring Percy out of his reverie, and he unsurely wrapped his arms around her smaller frame, hugging her close to his muscular frame.

After a few minutes, the two had calmed down enough to sit in silence, watching the sun rise, the blood-red sky turning a clear blue, transforming the red lake to its normal azure colour. Their tears had dried, the only signs of the crying and angst being their puffy, red noses and slightly red eyes.

Hestia snuggled closer to Percy, looking up at him in wonder, a slight smile on her face. Percy was lying on the ground, the soft grass cushioning him, his head resting on an arm, while the other was thrown around her. Hestia was sprawled atop her Dark God, her head propped up on his chest, her chin on his sternum, as his chest slowly rose and fell. He was not paying her any attention, his eyes following the clouds drifting in the sky, his bright, sea-green eyes not giving anything away. With his high cheekbones, sharp features and aristocratic face, he looked his part of being a desirable, handsome and delicious, dark god.

Hestia didn't know what came over her, but she crawled atop Percy, so that she was straddling him, her large chest mashed against his muscular one, her lips barely inches away from her. She ignored the slight golden blush dusting her cheeks as she hungrily explored his features with her wandering eyes.

"Umm...Hestia?" Percy asked unsurely, fighting to keep his eyes from wandering down to her delicious tits. He was sure it was just an innocent act, and he wanted to preserve Hestia's modesty, but her unwitting show of her cleavage and smooth, creamy skin wasn't helping him.

"Percy..." her eyes searched his, brown digging into sea green for any signs of his well-disguised thoughts.

And Hestia took the leap of faith.

Her full, ruby lips captured his in what she thought was a good kiss. She was inexperienced, and it was just a chaste kiss, yes, but it had been one of the only two Percy had received in almost over seven months. She, like Thalia, was unsure of what to do, and awkwardly pressed her soft lips to his, wildly hoping she was doing everything correctly as she tried to convey her raging emotions the best she could.

Percy did not waste any time wrapping his arms around her shorter frame. It felt... wrong to be doing this so easily after Annabeth's death, but he didn't care. The debilitating guilt, and accusing nightmares would come later. Right now, the goddess in his arms was all that mattered.

Percy guided her expertly, their lips moving in sync. He tried his best to go at her pace, so he refrained from roughly claiming her lips till they were bruised and swollen. He would not dominate her.... just yet.

Hestia broke off the kiss a few minutes later, breathing heavily, her face flushed gold in arousal. She latched her lips onto Percy's jaw, knowing that people did this, but not necessarily understanding the concept of love bites.

She kissed down his neck, lightly pecking his collar bones, trailing her lips down his toned abs and broad, muscular chest till she reached the waistline of his shorts.

Percy grabbed her shoulders, stopping her from reaching any lower. "Hestia, what are you doing?!" He whispered harshly, having finally regained his senses.

Hestia pouted childishly, pecking his lips to silence him. "Percy, you were under the sea, searching for your godly half for almost three days. I did some thinking during that time, and I am sure." She smiled reassuringly at him, before her eyes took a teasing glint. "And besides, this is just a free teaser sample. You will have to earn the rest."

With a grin, she pushed him back down, ignoring his slight protests as she pulled down the zipper of his shorts, coming face to face with an absolutely enormous tent in his boxers.

The hearth goddess giggled nervously at the size, twirling her brown hair in her fingers, and poking the tent with a soft finger, giggling as Percy groaned. "This seems to disagree with you."

"Are you sure? I don't want you to be hurt."

Slightly annoyed at his repetitive caution, yet slightly happy and flattered, Hestia's response was to yank his boxers down.

Her lower haw dropped to the floor as she beheld the monster throbbing before her eyes.

Percy blushed golden. "Do-don't stare." He did not know why he was being so shy and nervous with her when he would have taken Annabeth and choked her with his massive cock seven months ago.

Hestia wrapped her small, soft hand around the base of his cock, not even being able to reach around it. Correctly estimating his size at thirteen inches with a three-inch girth, Hestia was sure that his... monster cock was larger than her head.

She gulped nervously, frightened, yet entranced and aroused by the sight of his meat. For the first time since she was born, the maiden goddess of the hearth felt her panties soaked through in arousal.

He was so warm, and hard in her hand which did not even fit around him. Percy's bulbous cockhead was almost as large as her fist, bobbing up and down in time with his heartbeat. She marvelled at how hard he was, yet soft at the same time. His skin was smooth to the touch, her rough, riddled with veins and ridges that Hestia wanted to memorize.

She wanted to know every inch of her new monster.

The hearth goddess, cursing her inexperience, slowly stroked Percy's throbbing cock, emboldened by the groan he emitted at her actions.

She pressed her face against his hard, throbbing erection, enjoying the warmth on her face as she trailed her lips along the underside of his cock. She kissed the base of his shaft, and trailed her soft lips along the underside of his meat, licking and sucking eagerly as she went upwards, enjoying the taste.

She was feeling lightheaded by his musky, addictive, masculine scent, and growing more more more courageous as the seconds ticked by.

Noticing the clear stream of fluid leaking from the slit on the tip of his cock, she took the next step.

She lowered her head to the tip of his cock, brushing her brown hair out of the way. Gingerly sticking her tongue out, she lapped up his precum, cleaning his cock with her wet, velvety tongue.

Hestia's eyes widened at the taste, and immediately, she wanted more.

She kissed his cock the same way she had kissed him, lovingly as if his cock was her new lover, and rubbed the rubbery slickness all over her cute face, letting the warm, clear and musky fluid smear against her cheeks and lips.

Percy's eyes widened as Hestia went berserk on his cock, the pleasure heightening. Whatever Hestia lacked in experience, she more than made up in enthusiasm.

Hestia latched her lips forming a tight seal around the head of his cock, her tongue swirling around his flesh as she lapped up his precum. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked, hungrily drinking all fluids that he leaked.

Percy could not take it anymore. The temptation of the forbidden fruit, of the hot, wet mouth of the maiden hearth goddess, was too much to resist.

He grabbed a firm hold of her soft, silky brown hair, and he thrust all his thirteen inches into her tight throat, groaning at the feeling.

Hestia felt as if her lower jaw had permanently come unhinged at the size of the meaty shaft violating her throat. Her eyes watered as she choked and gagged, Percy's cock distending her tight throat. She slapped Percy's thighs weakly in protest, but he did not relent.

Hestia felt the weight of his massive cock resting on her warm, wet tongue, forcing her to taste the addictive, tangy taste of his cock. Drool and saliva that escaped her lips trailed down her chin, warm yet cool at the same time. And despite the pain, Hestia wanted more.

She tried to swirl her tongue around his massive cock stuffing her face, trying to pleasure him as best as she could. She could feel herself getting wetter at his aggression, and her cheeks burned gold at the thought, embarrassed yet aroused.

The smell in her nostrils made her feel lightheaded and horny, almost a drug by itself.

Percy pulled her up the hair, until his cock sprang free from the vacuum that was her mouth, with a wet, lewd pop, the only sign of her having sucked his cock being the clear, glistening trail of saliva and precum connecting her wet lips with his cock.

Percy's hands twitched as he tried to contain his urge to molest the goddess, rip her shirt off and grope, and slap the watermelons on her chest she called her tits, spank her ass to show her whom she belonged to, to fuck her until she would be in bed for a month.

He eyed the goddess gasping for breath, tears rolling down her cheeks at his brutality. For a moment, Percy felt afraid and scared for her, but it was soon wiped away when she crawled on her hands and knees to take his cock in her hungry, eager mouth again.

Percy grabbed her hair again, not bothering to see if she was comfortable or not. He was near, and his primitive instincts were telling him to get off as soon as possible, to use the bitch as she was meant to be used.

Percy thrust long and hard into her mouth, using her mouth as a pocket pussy as he violated her throat with every thrust, not caring for the tears streaming down her face as she choked and gagged. The lewd sounds only served to make him go faster, pulling the hearth goddess' face into his crotch, slamming her already bruised lips against the base of his cock as he fucked her mouth roughly. He eyed the prominent bulge on the outside of her throat,  mirroring his violent thrusts.

The tight, warm and wet mouth of the hearth goddess was too much for him to bear any longer.

His eyes widened when Hestia screamed, signalling that she was about to cum, and sending pleasurable vibrations up his shaft. How she managed to orgasm just by sucking him off, Percy had no idea.

Her cute face pressed against his crotch, her small body dwarfed by his tall, muscular one. Percy was sure if he put his back into it, he could spitroast her. His cock seemed to be grossly out of proportion of her small mouth, her soft, ruby lips parted as far as they would go to accommodate his girth, its size visible as a prominent cock-shaped bulge on the outside of her throat. Tears streamed down her beautiful face, glistening in the sunlight as thirteen inches of his hard cockmeat roughly violated her throat.

Percy was sure that if he was just a bit larger, he would have been able to penetrate her stomach through her mouth. The thought of fucking her undoubtedly tight virgin ass almost became too much to resist.

Of course, if he hadn't been a god, or even a demigod, his partner would have died.

Hestia kneeled on the dirt and the grass, the rough terrain slightly digging into her soft skin, like one of those closet perverts. Who knew the gentle hearth goddess would be so... eager and horny and kinky?

Her shorts were drenched through, and Percy resisted the urge to shove his hand in her panties and finger her to another orgasm, or even to rebuke her for orgasming without giving him his relief first. Her feminine juices trickled down the insides of her luscious thighs to form a glistening puddle of nectar on the ground below. Her white shirt had almost turned see-through from her sweat and dripping saliva, sticking to her smooth, creamy skin, and Percy could see her bra, almost threatening to burst in their attempt to contain the goddess' enormous tits. However, it did nothing to contain their uncontrollable jiggling as Hestia bobbed her head like an expert, gasping and choking and gagging, eagerly swallowed down his cock as much as she could, violently face fucking herself on his shaft when his hands gave her some reprieve.

Percy groaned as he felt his balls tighten in impending release, and he again took control.

Grabbing her soft brown hair, he jerked her head back, making her moan in displeasure at the loss of the object of her desires. "Take it, bitch." Percy growled possessively, "Take my cum like the hungry whore you are."

Hestia eagerly nodded her head in anticipation, swallowing the saliva in her mouth as she parted her lips, sticking out her tongue to await his load. Submissively, looking at him like he was her god, she spoke sultrily, "Yes, master, I'm your cumdump."

How Hestia even knew those words was beyond him, as his blood roared in his ears. Percy gripped his cock tightly, jerking off furiously at the sight of the submissive goddess on her knees, waiting for him to cum.

With a mighty roar, Percy came, squeezing his eyes close as his knees weakened from the overwhelming pleasure of his climax, he heard Hestia's pleasured moans, but it was all lost to him in his ocean of bliss.

Hestia had orgasmed at least twice as she blew him, and the feeling of being covered by his cum was too much for her, sparking off an endless chain of mind-numbing orgasms that made her insides tingle and her needy pussy to throb tantalisingly. She was sure that she was addicted to him, his cock, his cum, and the feeling of being stuffed and covered with his feet seed,  which splattered her cute face, painting her slightly tanned skin pale white.

It was in her warm brown hair, making it sticky and streaming sluggishly down her face, covering her cheeks with the warm fluid which dripped down her slim neck to trail down her cleavage and disappear somewhere in the enormous mountains of her tits, making her clit throb as she fantasized about losing her shirt and pants and being covered entirely by his seed.

Well, it was not like she was not covered from head to toe in his seed marking her as his property. All her clothes were drenched and sticky in the thick fluid, sluggishly flowing like a glacier down her toned stomach.

Hestia eagerly swallowed the bit that she had caught in her mouth, and she was sure that her nectar would always taste like her newest favourite drink.

Her mind was a white haze with pleasure, and Hestia was sure that she would have survived only on Percy's cum if she could. She had been right, she was a whore and a starved cumdump. His starved cumdump.

Percy probed and prodded her soft, cum covered white lips with his cock to clean himself. As expected, Hestia had compiled, eagerly lapping up whatever seed he had left, and even sucking him off some more for additional measure.

What he hadn't expected, was for her to shudder and scream in pleasure, caught in the throes of another toe-curling climax, and to pass out in the dirt, grass, and a puddle of his cum and her feminine juices in a post-orgasmic coma.

He briefly wondered if he should finger her awake, but he wasn't sure if she would appreciate him touching her and taking advantage of her unconsciousness.

So he did the nice thing.

He snapped his fingers, using his powers to clean everything up, and cuddled up to the tired, knocked out goddess, snuggling closer to her as he spooned her smaller frame.

Chapter 15: Clearing his Concerns

Time: Same Time

Hestia had disappeared as soon as the two appeared at Ogygia, after a few hours of sleeping and cuddling in the grass.

Percy felt mildly worried for her. Did she regret her actions? It was not like he had forced her to do anything she did not want to do. Rather, she had jumped him, despite his warnings.

He strode down the hallways purposefully, ignoring the few girls he met. It was still early in the morning, and most of them were asleep.

He really hoped Hestia wouldn't be avoiding him or acting awkward. He didn't know what to think. He looked at her like a good friend or family member, and he was at a loss as to how to react to her sucking his cock. Dealing with angsty immortal goddesses wasn't really his forte.

She sucks cock good. His traitorous mind supplied unhelpfully, and Percy felt his ichor rush to his cheeks as the image of a submissive Hestia kneeling before him.

Forcefully he pushed the image from his mind, concentrating on the task at hand.

He would check on the hearth goddess later, right now, he had promised her he would check on Sydney.

The day was well on its way. The sun was up, bathing the world in its golden, life-giving light. There was a beautiful, strong breeze, swaying the tall palm trees and rustling their leaves. The waters in the pool were slightly choppy, glistening in the sunlight, a stray rubber paddle floating in the middle of the water. The air was fresh and sweet, and despite the bright sunshine, Percy knew that there would be a tropical storm coming on at night. The air was filled with the cries of seabirds in flight, mixed with the gentle singing of the native Titaness as she tended to her garden.

Calypso was the only one on the island who was up and about so early in the morning, apart from Athena and Hestia.

Percy had seen her gardening during both his stays at Ogygia, and he could fondly recall it as one of his best memories, tugging at the corners of his lips. Her perfect smile that lit up the garden as she moved about the trees and shrubs and herbs, each leaf, each flower as soft as her skin. She would pluck a moonlace flower to braid her hair with, and fill her handwoven basket with medicinal herbs and plants.

Before he knew it, Percy was standing on a plain, black, woollen rug in front of an equally plain wooden door. There was a childish drawing of two stick figures hung on the door, with crude writings, as if done by a child. One of them had been crossed out with a pencil, the other read 'SYDNEY' in squiggly, black, capital letters. Beneath the drawing, on a gold plate, in elaborate, black cursive writing that was a one-eighty degree change from the previous one, was written the name of the other occupant in the room- Angela.

He knocked on the door, feeling his pulse quickening in anxiety as he stepped back to wait.

The door was flung open not twenty seconds later. "I told you to leave her al- oh, it's you." Angela eyed him up and down, the animosity, and protectiveness for her best friend and roommate, not receding a bit from her voice.

"C-can I talk to Sydney for a bit?"

Angela let him in, closing the door behind him. Not offering her a seat or speaking another word, she resumed her spot on her bed, which was closer to the door.

Percy examined the room quickly.

There were two twin-sized beds, separated by a few feet, with two foot rugs and a night table between them. There was an unopened pack of cards beside a glass of water on the table. Angela's side of the room, beside the door, was filled with shelves packed to the brim with books of all kinds, as expected of her. Sydney's side of the room was oddly Spartan, with a bathroom door on the black painted wall, and only a single closet as the only piece of furniture on her side. A mild fragrance of lemon and lime wafted through the air of the room.

Angela sat on her cream coloured bed, with a pillow in her arms as she observed him, her eyes conveying her desire to see Sydney up and about again. Her curly blonde hair, so much like her mother (the one and only Athena) and... Annabeth, shined despite the darkness in the room.

And Sydney.... Sydney. The usually lively, fun, life-loving daughter of death was curled up at a corner of her bed, right in the corner of the room. The black silk sheets of the bed were rumpled and messy, the black pillows strew about. Sydney was crying with her knees drawn up to her chest, her silky black hair forming a veil around her face. Her body, wracked with sobs, was clad only in a sports bra and short panties that she wore to sleep.

Disregarding her lack of conservative clothing, Percy sat on her bed, within her arm's reach. He sighed, leaning against the head of the bed, and staring up at the plain, white ceiling, waiting for her to react to his appearance. He had a strange sense of deja vu.

When she did not react, reminding him of someone else, Percy took the initiative. He touched her shoulder, and immediately, as if a switch was flicked, the daughter of Thanatos threw herself into his arms, sobbing uncontrollably.

For once, Percy managed to control himself from ogling the almost naked, ravishing, toned, delicious form of the Huntress.

Bewildered, yet understanding her actions on an innate level, Percy wrapped his arms protectively around her, holding her close to him as she sobbed into his chest, dampening his Camp Half-Blood t-shirt.

He stroked her long hair, soothing and comforting her in her distress. "Sydney, Sydney, what happened?" He spoke in a soft voice not to scare her.

"The other girls shouted at me, and hurt me." She sniffed, finally looking up at him. Percy's heart broke, seeing her bloodshot, dark grey eyes wide with fear, and brimming with glistening, unshed tears. Her nose was red and puffy, cheeks wet with streaming tears.

"Did they-" he hesitated, "Did they hit you?" Percy asked, hoping, and praying that the warriors packed into his harem hadn't lost themselves to mindless violence.

Sydney shook her head, lifting a burden off his chest. "N-no, they-they called me names, and said hurtful things."

Percy just held her, letting her speak out her mind before he gently comforted her. Or at least tried to. "Why were you afraid of me, Sydney?"

She looked away, hiccuping slightly. Percy drew her close to himself, his arms strong and protective, his warmth comforting. "I-I lost my sister when I was little." He knew it, of course, the picture outside their door was drawn by her sister when they were little. "And then, my-my father came, and took her away. Then-then, at Camp, I was shunned for being a daughter of Thanatos, and in war alone, even in the cramped Hermes Cabin. That was before you came along. I-I hated my father, and all Dark deities. I blamed them for all that is evil in the world." She sniffed, burying her face in his neck. Percy felt her tears, cool and wet, against his skin.

"And now, I'm a Dark god myself." He spoke softly, making the girl nod weakly. Percy tightened his grip on her, careful not to hurt her, yet convey his fierce love for her. He could wholeheartedly sympathize with her sentiment. He hated himself, too.

"Don't believe what anyone said, Sydney. You're beautiful, and your smile brightens up anyone's day. Know that even if you're not wanted anywhere else in the world, I and Angela would always be by your side. We need you, Sydney. We need the old you back, the most boisterous, and clumsy, and loud one of the lot." He gripped her shoulders, rubbing her smooth, bare skin, and jerking her to force her to look into his eyes,

"What you did, I would have done too if I were in your position. Athena's speeches are the grandfather of all of Hitler's speeches. Everyone was sad and angry at that time, Sydney, including myself. It is only human, or demigod I suppose, to be afraid. Even I was always afraid." He pulled her back into his signature, tight bear hug. "I love you, Sydney, don't let anyone tell you otherwise." Despite her small hiccups and the occasional sobs wracking her small body, Percy could feel her wet smile against his chest as she clutched possessively at his shirt, as if letting go would mean the difference between life and death.

Angela watched the scene quietly, not being able to help but feel jealous, and left out of the scene. She could feel tears welling up in her eyes, but she shook her head, no. Her friend needed Percy more than she.

Percy must have seen her, or even, felt her emotions, as without looking at her, he offered her an arm, beckoning the daughter of Athena to join them in the hug.

Thankful, yet slightly disbelieving, Angela joined them, wrapping her arms around Sydney and Percy both as she buried her face in the god's strong, broad, muscular chest. How Percy could have been a Dark god when he was always so cuddly, cheerful and protective, was beyond even her Athenian intellect. Some people were just.... skilled at hiding their inner selves.

She basked in his comfortable warmth, something she could not comprehend would come off a Dark god, inhaling his scent that made her feel a bit light-headed and bothered.

The trio remained in the position for a bit, when Angela broke the comfortable silence. "Percy...." she looked up, meeting his sea-green eyes with her own grey orbs. "Is-Is what my mother said true? About you being abused as a child?"

She could feel the hug getting tighter, as if Percy was looking to them for comfort. His heartbeat picked up, and Angela had no trouble following his erratic breathing. She needed no other answer to infer the truth.

Despite his best attempts, a lone tear escaped Percy's eyes, as he took a shaky breath. "Ye-yeah. He-", his voice broke as his lips trembled in unbridled emotion, and the two girls understood his silence, hugging him tightly, and silently urging him not to speak anymore, not to hurt himself anymore.

Percy held them close to himself, seeking their comfort and warmth. How he had managed to become the one being comforted, he didn't know. He had thought that he had overcome it a long time ago, but after Annabeth's loss, the mere mention of Smelly Gabe was enough to bring him to his knees.

A few minutes later, the three were sitting on Sydney's bed. Angela had her head on Percy's left shoulder, her head resting against his chest with her arms around his, holding it tightly to his chest. Sydney mirrored her actions on his right side.

Percy laid his head against the wall, enjoying the comfortable silence and warmth. "Have you ever gone to the arcade?"

The two Hunters looked up at him. "What is that?" Angela asked, ever curious, while Sydney merely shook her head, no.

Percy smiled mischievously at them, booping Angela's cute button nose. "You'll find out in a few days."

And he sprang out of the bed, sprinting as fast as he could, followed by Angela's rants, and Sydney's shouts of "It's a date! It's a date!"

With a golden blush on his face at that, he continued sprinting, not trusting the fact that the daughter of Athena was not chasing him. When he slowed down, he let out a bellowing laugh. A lone tear trickled down his cheek, this time in mirth, as he clutched his belly, laughing and imagining Angela's face.

He was abruptly cut off when he noticed the door he was in front of. The door his feet had unconsciously led him to.

Wincing internally, Percy knocked on the door, hoping against hope that Hestia would open the door, and avoid any more drama.

Within a few seconds, Hestia flung the door open, a bright smile on her face.

Percy could see it was fake, and her smile faltered as soon as she saw it was him at the door. His heart broke at seeing the smile of the gentle goddess waver.

"May I come in?" His voice was soft, breaking her out of the trance that she had fallen into.

"Yes, yes, of course!" She welcomed him in, and Percy stepped in, closing the door behind him. His attention was not on the room, at all, rather on the state Hestia was in.

She had just stepped out of the shower, and had just a long nightshirt on. The navy blue shirt was wet and darkened in patches, sticking to her smooth skin, flushed pink in the cold of the room. Her brown hair was damp and dripping with water, and she was rubbing her hair with a fluffy blue towel. The nightshirt ended midthigh, giving Percy a prime view of her luscious thighs and small feet leaving wet patches on the shining marble. She carried with her the pleasant scent of freshly plucked apples and roses, which did not give Percy a single clue as to which shampoo or soap she used.

Cut him some slack, he is not Aphrodite or her daughters.

Her waist seemed to sway enticingly before his eyes, but Percy assumed it was just his imagination.

"So, why are you here?" Hestia tried to erect her best smile for him, falling short.

Percy swallowed the lump in his throat. "I talked to Sydney. She will be there for dinner." He smiled, a crooked, slightly strained smile.

Hestia was silent for some time. "You are feeling uncomfortable. You want to talk about what happened earlier." She stated in a bland, emotionless voice, which seemed alien coming from her lips.

"Ye-yes." Percy rubbed his sweaty palms uncomfortably, not meeting her eyes. "Ca-can I sit?"

Without waiting for her answer, Percy collapsed on the small chair by his side, and finally examined her room.

Her room did not have anything extravagant, and exuded a homely feel. Her pale yellow marble floor was squeaky clean, and her walls were painted a plain white, hung with a few paintings Rachel had made for her in her free time. There was an average-sized, twenty-five-inch television mounted on one wall, facing the bed, so that she could watch movies as she fell asleep. The air was cool, and slightly stung, thanks to the central air conditioning, something vital in the tropical island.

"What are we?"

Hestia smiled softly, her warm brown eyes shining with emotion as she invited Percy to her lap with a beckoning motion. "I don't know, Percy. Everything is happening too fast, too confusing. This has never happened before, I've never felt like this. That was my first time having sex."

A golden blush dusted her cheeks, but she continued, her voice soft and gentle, wondering, wondering, "I don't know..."

"He-Hestia, I'm sor-sorry." He clenched his fists tightly, squeezing his eyes shut to hold in the tears threatening to spill. Despite his best efforts, he felt the cool drops on his fists. It was too much, the accusing voices.... it was all his fault. He should have died.

There was a sigh, before he felt himself being embraced. "I'm only messing with you Percy," Hestia muttered, holding him close from behind, comforting him as she nuzzled her face between his shoulder blades. Percy ignored her, clawing at his face in anguish as he screamed, letting his bottled hurt and angst out. Tears mixed with blood ran down his cheeks.

He felt a calming presence wash over him, and recognized it as Hestia's magic as the Dark god inside him screamed in pain as it was washed, purified and exorcised by the hearth goddess' powerful, magic.

It was so.... bright.... that Percy could not take it anymore. He was a creature of the Dark, he belonged to the shadows, the pain.

He screamed in pain, and almost immediately, Hestia's magic retreated.

He whipped his eyes open, but immediately squeezed them shut. There was so much light, his eyes burned and he felt as if his optical nerves had been fried.

He heard a gentle, soothing voice wash over him. "All will be safe, my love. I'll protect you, heal you as much as I can."

Percy understood the unsaid part, too. Hestia was a healing goddess, and she would try to heal him as much as she could, but his inner god would struggle against her.

"What are we?" He repeated, trying to ignore the burn and pain inside him. He felt as if his bones were melting, his nerves were on fire. Someone was drilling a hole into his skull, and he had a pounding migraine. If this was healing, Percy would have gladly stayed insane and broken. Nightmares and PTSD were much better than.... this, all-consuming pain.

The screams of his Dark, godly power, a vital force in itself, rung in his ears.

He felt a soft hand stroke his messy raven hair, and he leaned into the comforting touch, which provided him with some mental strength to bear the pain in silence. He had to do this.

"We are whatever we want to be." Hestia's voice floated in, and Percy suddenly felt an overwhelming, animalistic desire to sink his teeth into the soft skin of her neck, watch with glee as the fresh ichor bubbled from her carotid artery, moistening his lips, to watch the life drain from the goddess' eyes.

He was horrified at himself, trying to reason with his insanity, of course, a fruitless attempt. Luckily, the hearth goddess came to his rescue again. "We can pretend earlier never happened."

"Ye-yes. I'll take you on a date. We can take it slow, yes?" In the burning pain numbing all his higher thinking skills, Percy forgot all about his promise to Sydney and Angela, or the kisses he shared with Thalia.

He could feel a blinding smile directed at him, and again, buried the bubbling hate against her light that brightened up the world, erecting a strained smile for her.

Again, her soft hand stroked his hair. "Now, my hero. You rest, and allow me to do my magic. Good night."

And like a switch being flicked, Percy slipped from the light he so desperately clung to, succumbing to the darkness inhabiting his mind.

Chapter 16: Leaving the Lies

Time: Another few hours later

Percy had never felt more comfortable, and happy.... and sane, than when he sat down for dinner that day.

Nothing, not even Athena, could spoil his mood.

He assumed his usual seat, smiling brightly at everyone around him, surprising a few people, as he leaned casually against the sliding glass door.

The night outside was windy, promising a storm, or at least a tropical mid-summer shower, that night. The waves were higher than ever, crashing onto the beach with a fierce intensity and creating a cacophony of deafening noise that drowned out much of whatever was happening outside. The palm trees swayed and rustled in the cool wind, the waters of the pool choppy. The sky was overcast with dark clouds that occasionally rolled with thunder and bright flashes of lightning, blocking out the stars and the moon. There was not a sign of life outside, despite all the activity going on. A faint smell of ozone, and the sweet, invigorating fragrance of fresh, moist earth hung in the air outside. The glass door rattled slightly in its frame.

Angela and Sydney sat by Percy's sides, pushing Artemis and Thalia to take the positions next to them. With slight scowls on their faces, the two daughters of Zeus reluctantly agreed, not wanting to start a scene just before dinner.

The table was laid with hot, piping soup and delicious looking ramen, a deviation from the usual European/American dishes that Hestia made. Calypso and Piper were serving the others, Hestia was still in the kitchens with Cynthia, making a salad. Percy idly watched with mild amusement as Neo, Rose and Violet were engaged in an intense game of.... something which he did not recognize. He seriously had to repair his lack of a childhood.

Ruby and Atalanta were chatting idly about space pirates and yetis, Drew was examining herself in her handheld mirror, getting tips and pointers from Aphrodite, while Phoebe was sleeping with her head in her empty bowl of ramen. Rachel was sketching something in her pad, while Reyna and Cathy were engaged in an intense argument as to which brand was better- Adidas or Nike, with the Huntress obviously rooting for her mother's brand.

And, of course, as constant as the fact that the sun rose from the east, Athena had her nose in a book.

It was a beautiful family scene, and any unaware onlookers would mistake Percy to be the brother of twenty different looking, all hot, sexy and gorgeous sisters.

"Dinner!" Phoebe finally cried out in anticipation, making a few stifle giggles.

Atalanta, who was sitting beside her, smacked her head. "Dinner has been served a few minutes ago, sleepyhead."

Phoebe ruffled her lush mane of red hair sheepishly, accepting the soup that was offered by Reyna.

"You should eat something." Reyna elbowed Rachel to have her stop sketching.

Percy smiled serenely at them, accepting his bowl with a grateful nod.

"What's wrong with Jackson?" Artemis and Thalia spoke together, making them glance at each other before their attention was turned to the Dark god.

Hestia giggled nervously. "I might have done something to make him feel relaxed."

"What did you do?" Rose piped up, looking up from her bowl.

"A massage?" Her twin pondered.

"Or drugs?" Thalia was horrified that her little sister even knew about those, making a few laugh at her expression. Neo batted her eyelashes at her elder sister, presenting her with an innocent expression. "What?"

Percy laughed, making the irritable daughter of Zeus turn her anger at the god. "It's all because of Jackson!" She accused, drawing more laughs from those around the table. Thalia turned red at that, and sat down in her seat, steam coming out of her ears as she directed a murderous glare at the god.

"I used my magic to heal his mind as much as I could without harming him permanently." Hestia's words were soft, and anyone could hear the love and affection in her voice. Many girls, including his own sisters, bristled at her tone, the same thought going through their heads. 'HE IS MINE!'

"Yeah," Percy agreed through a mouthful of ramen, his voice muffled, "I feel great!"

Artemis rolled her eyes, "You just had to say he has changed."

Thalia giggled, "Now that's the Percy Jackson I know."

Percy ignored them, concentrating on his bowl of delicious ramen, blowing air to cool it before devouring the delicacy. Specks of soup and vegetables stuck to his face in a cute manner, which made Sydney giggle quietly as she cleaned his chin with a tissue.

"Thanks!" Percy gasped out between mouthfuls, not even stopping for breath.

Calypso seemed to be turning over something in her head quietly, as her spoon was lying idle on the table beside her bowl, as she twirled a strand of caramel hair between her nimble fingers, gently stroking the soft petals of the moonlace flower in her hair.

"What are you thinking?" Piper leaned in close to her, making the Titaness look down at her.

"Umm..." she looked up at Hestia, before turning her gaze to the other goddesses in the room. "Do you think we can tell him the entire truth now that he is.... calm and composed?"

Percy's ears perked up as his gaze hardened, his lower jaw tensing in slight anger and irritation. Hestia's magic was wearing off as his own power rebelled against it, the mind-numbing pain he had experienced earlier coming back in traumatic waves. He felt his irritation peaked at the loss of comfort, the return of the accusing whispers in his mind.

They had hidden something more from him.

"I'm not sure if...." Artemis started, only to be cut off by Aphrodite, "I'm all for it!" She raised her hand like a child in school.

Calypso copied her motion. "I agree too. The sooner we tell him, the longer we have to sort everything out."

Hestia eyed Artemis worriedly. "I'm not sure if that is such a good idea. There is only so much my magic can do. Long term therapy will be more effective."

"We might run out of time before that happens." Calypso reasoned, her voice grave.

The three goddesses turned pale and ashen at her declaration, making everyone eye them with worry and suspicion.

"What are you hiding?" Rachel demanded, making the non-immortals in the room nod, as they, too, did not know what the goddesses and Titaness were hiding.

The four, locked in a stalemate, with increasing trepidation, turned to the only one who could break the stalemate, the variable in the equation.

Athena twirled her fork idly in her swift fingers, a slight victorious smirk on her face as her grey eyes examined the book open before her, drawing out the suspense.

With a sharp sound that broke the intense silence that had descended in the room, making everyone flinch, Athena snapped her book shut with one hand, placing the fork down.

Her smirk turned to a feral grin, that looked alien and even more intimidating on the wisdom goddess' face, her usually calculating grey eyes shining with unbridled wrath mixed with satisfaction.

Percy glared into his bowl, hiding his face from everyone.

The wisdom goddess' full pink lips parted, revealing a velvety, wet tongue, as venomous as a snake, as she spoke. "As appealing as the outcome of not telling him is, I want to be out of his air as soon as possible." She knew of Percy's strength, his domains made him on par with the Primordials of old- he was Hestia's 'Bane', after all- but still, the words rolled off her tongue in an unstoppable barrage. "I think telling him right now, would cause enough disturbance in the balance to just.... complete the deed now." Her voice was low and sinister.

Percy turned his fiery, withering glare to the wisdom goddess, making her send a victorious smirk his way.

Athena was an expert at hiding her sweaty palms, covertly swiping the nervous sweat rolling down her forehead and threatening to drip from her brow. Her heartbeat picked up as she knowingly edged Percy closer to an explosion, taking solace in the fact that he could not hurt her without hurting herself.

The winds outside had picked up, ripping violently through the trees and ravaging Calypso's tender garden. The rain fell in a relentless sheet of white and grey spray, interspersed with occasional, large hailstones. A thunderbolt streaked through the dark sky, hitting a distant tree, which immediately burst into flames. The crimson light of the burning tree lit up the dark night, illuminating the chaos being strewn about the lonely, tropical island. The waves of the sea roared as they crashed onto the shores, reaching great heights. The swimming pool had overflowed its containment, littered with broken branches and fallen leaves. A palm tree lay fallen in the pool, uprooted by the fierce wind. The noise from the chaos was deafening.

The inhabitants in the dry, bright house in the middle of the island were safe, ignorant of the raging storm outside, too consumed by the storms raging in their hearts. Protected by the wonders of godly architecture, they had no worries about the rattling windows or doors, only about the impending tempest that threatened to flood their world.

"What. Is. She....." Percy took a deep breath to calm himself, and looked up, making everyone back away at his wide, insane eyes that held unbridled fury and danger, and a crooked grin that revealed his abnormally sharp teeth, almost like a canine, glinting in the light. Everyone backed away from him, as much as they could in the cramped room, knowing that he would explode anytime. They did not even try to be subtle, knowing that he would not note anything now, in his tunnel vision.

He bared his teeth like an animal, growling deep in his throat, a sound that sent shivers down everyone's spines. "SAYING?!" He roared, making a few jump in their seats.

Calypso gulped. She regretted ever bringing it up.

"Percy, calm do-" Hestia started, only to stop when Percy sat his bowl down, instead gripping the table tightly, growling and snarling at her like a rabid dog.

The temperature in the room plunged to freezing as his unholy aura leaked, so similar to when Hestia had broken down sobbing. Just, being a Dark god, his power to hurt and destroy was infinite, instead of the momentary burst of darkness Hestia was capable of.

Artemis looked nervous, the only one not to back away from him. She knew that if he went berserk, she would have to jump to restrain him. She was not sure if she, and by extension, he, would be alive after the ordeal. But, if she had to, she would sacrifice herself and him, to protect the others.

Aphrodite, the one who could best understand his mindset and emotions, took over. "Percy..." she eyed him nervously, extending her violent shaking, soft hand to caress him, almost as if he were some violent monster.

That analogy was not too far off.

Aphrodite pushed some of her healing, love magic into her palm as she touched his forehead. Artemis web to stop her with wide eyes, but it was not needed, apparently.

Percy backed away on all fours, more animal than human by now, snarling and growling at her outstretched hand.

Aphrodite squeezed her eyes shut in abject terror and showing courage that most in the room wouldn't be capable of, her smooth skin came in contact with soft, silky hair. There was a low warning growl, but when no harm befell her, Aphrodite risked opening her eyes.

Her arm was indeed intact as she caressed Percy, stroking his soft hair with trembling, delicate fingers, yet trying to convey all the love she held for him in her touch. "Percy..."

She looked at him to see he showed no reaction to his name, content with being caressed by her as he growled at others.

Taking an enormous leap of faith, and showing courage that defied all imagination, Aphrodite sat down on the cool marble floor beside Percy, taking his head in her lap as she stroked him.

"According to the Ancient Laws, a harem is supposed it be most divine of all relationships." She explained, eyeing Artemis in worry as she drew her silver knife silently, it's blade sinister in the light.

"It is always supposed to be done through complicated rituals, almost like marriage rites, that usually requires the consent of all parties involved. It was different in your case, of course, since you were unconscious at the time." Hestia explained in a soothing, soft voice.

The love goddess examined Percy. He looked so peaceful, almost asleep in her lap. His soft lips were curled up in a gentle smile.... almost. His face was relaxed, unlined, and without all the worries and broken emotions he exuded when awake. She assumed that his peace was temporary, and that his regular nights of sleep were riddled with nightmares and horrors that would have made her cry and due a long time ago.

Her eyes wandered upwards, and she faintly noted with mild amusement that Artemis held Athena in a chokehold, her hand covering the wisdom goddess' mouth.

"It is meant to be an all-compassing emotion. As our master, you can order us to do whatever you want, whenever you want, and we will have to obey." Calypso spoke softly.

"But it does not mean you can use us as you please. It is our emotions that still dictate our actions. If you make us do something that we do not want to do, or hurt us physically, then we will draw on your godly energy to heal ourselves and compensate for our harm." Hestia resumed.

"So, you will be able to unlock your maximum potential only when all of us are at peace with each other and love you unconditionally, which, to speak the truth, is a very high bar to set." Aphrodite spoke, quickly adding, "And you receive a boost from us, and we are basically like obedient, loyal slaves, who are physically unable to disobey or betray you."

"And, contrary to popular belief, we volunteered ourselves to your harem." Hestia added, keeping her voice low, while Calypso noted, "It is basically the perfect relationship that anyone could ask for, master or slave. It is absolute and complete trust and faith in your partners."

"But there are side effects, too." The Titaness continued, "If we draw too much on your energy, you might fade, from which there is no coming back. You will just.... vanish from existence."

Hestia nodded, "No one will remember your name or what you did, or who you were. They will just remember there was someone who tried a harem. This is why it is so rare a practice."

Aphrodite continued, "The last one who tried it was some goddess, whose name, of course, no one remembers. She had just three men and a nymph bonded to her, and she lasted for an entire.... two seconds."

The others in the room had several questions flying through their heads at supersonic speeds, each chasing the other away, none given enough time to be phrased or voiced. The stronger veterans like Phoebe, Atalanta, Thalia, Piper, and Reyna were protecting the weaker like the Little Big Three, Rachel and Drew, from the ticking time bomb in the room.

Although Rachel was on the 'weaker' list just because of her mortal status. She had enough fight in her, anyone who could hit Kronos in the eye with a blue plastic hairbrush and live to tell the tale, did.

Suddenly, everyone in the room became aware of a pair of dark and dangerous, sea-green eyes staring at each of them.

Percy struggled to sit up, making Aphrodite help him sit upright at the table, seeing he had regained some of his sanity. He grasped the bowl of ramen broth, which had surprisingly survived the event, in his hands.

"So...." A few were surprised that he was even capable of speech. "Let me sum it up for myself."

"You all," he waved his hand lazily towards all the other occupants of the room, "hate me with all your breath, torturing me to 'heal' me," Hestia's heart broke as tears welled in her eyes, "always trying to prove that you are better than me," what made it worse was the cold, level, matter of fact tone he used, as if he didn't feel any feel particular emotion at that, "You didn't even stand up for me when I was down,  and being attacked. My own sisters, my own friends, the ones I considered my family.... the Hunters, Artemis, Hestia, Calypso....."

He took a deep breath to steady his nerves. "I have a death sentence, and limited time on this planet." He let his arm drop to his side lazily, a slightly amused smirk playing on his lips, something which totally contradicted his words.

Calmly, he raised his bowl to his lips, and noisily slurped his soup. The sound penetrated the thick silence descended in the room, save for Athena's fruitless struggling.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief that he had taken the news in a good way, something completely unexpected. Not only of him, of anybody sane.

Well, to be fair, he was hardly sane.

Suddenly, there was a slight yelp from Artemis, and she held her bloody palm in her hand, completely taken by surprise as Athena bit down harshly on her hand, resorting to all her godly strength. The wisdom goddess looked victoriously at everyone in the room, making several hearts beat faster at what sort of madness she was about to pull off.

Stunts with a time bomb.

She parted her lips to deliver the last killing blow. "And in case it didn't penetrate your thick skull, twenty girls bonded to you means more chaos and more hurt, more godly energy drawn from you, and twenty times the chances of fading."

Her eyes flicked from the calm god to the demigoddesses and single mortal huddled together at a corner of the room. "Those scaredy cats that hide from you, scared of you, that do not stand by your side as I berate you, volunteered themselves as your covert executioners. At least I don't hide my hostility towards you." She cackled.

All signs of mirth and sadistic enjoyment were wiped from her face at the sound of glass crunching.

Chapter 17: A Violent Volcano

Time: Same time

The volcano had finally erupted, and everybody could bear testimony to the fact that it would not be a pretty sight.

No, it would be rather violent.

Slowly, in horror, stupefied, Artemis turned her head towards the god.

There was no visible change in his position. He was still holding the bowl to his lips, but the broth was leaking past him leaves, staining his chin and making his orange Camp Half-Blood t-shirt brown. A vein popped on his forehead, the arteries in his neck stood up, his hands clenched tightly around the glass bowl. A web of cracks spread along the opaque, blue surface of Percy's bowl, with his fingers as epicentres.

Finally, the glass bowl shattered, covering Percy with hot broth, but he showed no reaction to the second degree burns that he had received. His eyes were crazed, the black pupils in his dark sea green irises dilated, a web of fine capillaries visible in his sclera. Although his head was tilted backwards, facing the ceiling, his insane, bloodshot eyes were concentrated on an extremely frightened blonde with a big mouth.

The most horrible part?

He had bitten a chunk out of the glass bowl, and sharp shards of glass were embedded around his stained chin, drawing blood, which mixed with the broth on his shirt. His mouth was slightly open, revealing bloody, sharp and glistening teeth, and a mouthful of golden ichor. Slowly, the ichor trickled past the corners of his lips, dribbling down his cheeks and neck to join the fluids staining his shirt.

Slowly, limply, his arms fell to his sides, thudding lifelessly to the cool, hard, marble floor.

Even that was not the most horrible part.

The most horrible part was how he was absolutely immobile, as if he was a warm, lifelike animated statue.

He was looking like a living zombie.

The ones around him were too in shock at his look to do anything. Aphrodite fainted in horror at the sight, collapsing in Hestia's arms, who scrambled away for her life from the insane Dark god, drawing the unconscious goddess with her.

Artemis' hand tightened around her silver dagger, thankful for its presence. Desperately searching for a weapon to defend herself with, Calypso slowly reached out towards the steak knife that lay on the table. Her hand was shaking as Percy broke eye contact with Athena to follow her subtle movement with his dilated pupils, still immobile.

Calypso almost let out a sigh of relief when her hand closed around the cool handle of the knife. Save for a low growl escaping his throat, Percy allowed her to hold it in her violently shaking hand as he returned his eyes to his primary prey.

The Hunters had drawn their daggers, while Piper had Katopris in her hand, open-mouthed at the sight. Reyna, who had been expecting an eruption for a while then, clamped down harshly on her Praetor face. She clenched her wrapped fists tightly, raising them to protect herself, and mentally cursing her lack of a suitable weapon.

It was as if they were watching a horror movie. Just... the horrors were in the same room as them.

Thalia slapped the bracelet she carried everywhere, backing into a corner as Aegis zoomed into existence. She raised her shield to protect the Little Big Three, Rachel and Drew, with the other fighters standing before her shield.

It was imperative that no one got hurt. Otherwise, there would be much worse consequences, if the goddess' words were true.

Percy could fade. Permanently. They would not even remember that he existed.

Thalia's heart clenched tightly at the thought, her resolve becoming steel as she saw Rachel comforting the three youngest in the room, the only three who had not been exposed to combat (that much). The Little Big Three were sobbing quietly, immediately shushing themselves as they choked back their sobs, frightened that it would draw their big brother's attention. Drew was cowering in the corner, more frightened for her own life. Thalia resisted the urge to snarl at the Asian girl.

There was a crash on the other side of her shield, and Thalia raised Aegis higher, bracing herself for impact.

The storm had begun.

Using the momentary distraction provided by the unfortunate daughter of Zeus, Percy lunged at Athena, his jaws spread and ready to rip her throat out. His ears rang and his eyes saw red. Hot ichor pumped in his veins, spilling out of his bloody and mutilated mouth, his godly genes working overtime to heal him.

Athena tried to jump back, her arms raised to protect herself, but she found herself petrified, paralyzed by the horrors, the screams, the nightmares, she saw in Percy's insane eyes. He was truly a Dark god, and Athena desperately prayed to all deities above that someone put Percy's mask back on. A shrill scream tore itself from her throat, as she clumsily scrambled away from the untamable monster she had created.

But before Percy could satisfy his animalistic desires, the carnal rage and lust to feel her ichor on his lips, to feel his teeth sinking into her delicate, tender neck...

Artemis threw herself into the god mid-air, her shoulder crunching against his ribs as she bashed him into the island, a few feet away from the table. She ignored the throbbing pain spreading down her arm as she violently, without any mercy, fought Percy as she fought a monster.

Percy's back crunched against the reinforced stone and wood of the island, and he could feel his spine snap as he left a crater in the godly furniture. His broken ribs, burning in pain, were bloody, with a few splinters sticking out of his chest.

He ignored the pain, the fury-fuelled adrenaline numbing the pain, his tunnel vision concentrating on a paralyzed wisdom goddess, who was moving her mouth in silent screams. Her eyes were wide as she was caught in the violent throes of her worst nightmares.... Percy's bloody lips curled into a sadistic smile.

Nonchalantly, he tilted his head to the right, letting Artemis' fist smash into the broken wood of the counter. He felt cool ichor trickle down his cheeks, the back of his head slick with gold, his raven hair matted and damp.

He could feel his godly power ebbing, supplying his enemies with his power. Percy tried to resist the flow, but the rituals conducted made it impossible- his enemies could hurt him in 'self-defence', he could not retaliate to save his hide.

He turned to the last resort he had. Concentrating on the connection his Dark self had with the massive Sea of Chaos, and drawing all the willpower he possessed, he pulled again.

Percy's nerves felt like they were on fire. He felt intoxicated by the evil power as he gripped Artemis' shoulder. Her silver irises widened in shock as she tried to protect herself. There was a soft hiss, and with a loud explosion, the auburn-haired goddess was blown back.

She crashed into the reinforced glass door, which finally yielded, shattering to let her body crumple to the ground outside. She lay unconscious in the mud, in the midst of the storm raging outside, her auburn hair wet. The rain swept in a grey curtain, finally allowed access to the room. The ones who were close to the broken door were wet, as a cold, fierce gale brew up in the room. However, its effect was negligible in front of the hateful chill that Percy's Dark aura exuded.

Phoebe and Atalanta inched to the open window, wary of the mindless predator in the room, barely feet from them. Cynthia, Ruby, Cathy, Angela and Sydney closed ranks in front of Aegis, their knives forming an impenetrable fortress.

Once safely out of the room, Phoebe crouched beside the unconscious Artemis. Her shirt had been ripped apart, revealing her smooth, pale skin, almost glistening silver like the moon. Her auburn hair was muddy in the storm. But worst of all was the fact that her shoulder was slowly crumbling, her skin breaking off like chips of porcelain. It all spread outside from the shape of Percy's handprint traced upon her delicate shoulder, the muscle in that area showing, already a sickly brown colour, the flesh rotting, all the skin gone. The clear rain battered her like a relentless sheet of arrows.

The red-haired daughter of Ares, her clothes drenched and sticking to her skin due to the torrential rain, stood up, and shouted a warning to the others. "Don't get close to him! He can decay bodies with a touch."

Saying so, Phoebe lifted her goddess to her shoulders, and crouching through the storm, made her way to the back of the house, to reach the infirmary through the back door. Atalanta covered her back as she retreated.

Back in the chaotic room, Reyna had engaged Percy in close combat, disregarding Phoebe's warning. It was obvious that he could decay stuff- everything that he touched with his hands crumbled into dust.

Somehow, she had stuck out so far.

Although it might have been because Percy was not attacking so much. He took the occasional, sloppy, casual, lazy or exhausted swipes at her with limp limbs, but mostly he dodged, with small, casual movements that made Reyna's blood boil.

She aimed a knee right at his face, expecting him to dodge again with a slight tilt of his head. Sloppy move on her part.

The Praetor screamed in anguish when she felt an intense, burning pain shred her body apart, spreading from the knee aimed at the god. Biting down on her wrist to stop her screams, she looked down through the tears welling up in her eyes at the god. The pain was unbearable, and Reyna considered herself lucky to be able to survive power that could knock out the supreme badass feminist Artemis with one touch.

Percy's dark sea-green eyes were half-lidded, his expression bored as he stared at Athena. The bastard hadn't even been looking at her while he dodged her moves!

His left hand blocked her knee, strong and firm, barely centimetres from his eye, while his right had not moved a single inch from its immobile position on the floor. He had not even blinked once during the whole ordeal, and his glassy, insane eyes were still concentrated on Athena, who was rolling on the ground in absolute pain. Reyna did not know whether his sight caused pain, or if it was something else he did that caused Athena to react in such a horrific way. Not did she care, she herself was in too much pain, burning, mind-numbing, overwhelming pain originating from her captive knee, to be able to think.

Somehow, he had gone from a blazing, volcanic animal, to a cold, polar monster.

Unconsciously, his grip tightened on Reyna's knee as he stared at Athena. His muscles strained as he lowered her joint to the floor, trying to view the tortured wisdom goddess more clearly, not conscious of the pain he was bringing the ex-Praetor as he bent her lower body unnaturally. The thin fabric of her yoga pants had eroded a long time ago, the skin under his hand crumbling like sand. He felt blood run down his palm, cool and soothing, but that dried away too before it reached the ground. He was vaguely conscious of the flesh rotting and crumbling beneath his palm, the pained whimpers of the girl above him.

The only thought running through his primitive mind was that he should have been able to do it more easily. Why was he so exhausted, as if he had trudged through Tartarus itself?

It did not reach his mind that he was almost on the verge of fading as he hurt the members of his harem, directly violating the strictest of the Ancient Laws.

Suddenly, as if out of the Sea of Chaos itself, a knife slashed at his wrist, forcing him to let go of his hold on the Roman. She fell to the floor, kicking at him with her one good foot, as she scrambled away from him, as if he was a monster risen from the darkest depths of Tartarus.

Was he a monster?

Why was he acting like this?

There were cannons firing in the distance, torturing him in his sleep. He saw Annabeth, his angel, blown to a fine red mist in front of him. She had been laughing at a joke he had made when she had died. There was a monster army, thousands strong, calling for his blood, banging against a wall, the only barrier separating him from them.

The earth beneath his feet softened, turning to mud with blood.

Annabeth's blood.

His eyes rang. He felt afraid, scared, alone. Like a cornered animal.

He would fight tooth and nail. But it would be in vain, he knew. He would be killed either way. He would go down fighting like the warrior Annabeth deserved, and had hoped he would be, he decided.

It was an act, a clever facade he had erected, something only she could see through. Beneath the wraps of steel and blood that he clad as a warrior, was a frightened boy looking for comfort.

He imagined the disappointment in her dead eyes.

The faces in his vision greyed and distorted, replaced by the accusing, blank stares of Annabeth's ghost.

They were monsters, all of them.

The sky outside was burning with thunder that streaked across the sky. A storm was brewing, not allowing him to see the clear, star-spangled sky before he died. His muscles and skin burned, as if he was on fire. His bones were sore, screaming in protest as he strained himself to the limits. A cut on his wrist gushed ichor lavishly, burning, yet numb and distant at the same time. He felt blood, cool yet warm, drenching his body, his clothes wet with the same, sticking to his skin.

He could not see anything.

It was all Dark.

There was a sharp pain in his jaw, and the next moment, he felt his skull pinned against something hard, like a board.

Piper's eyes were wide at what she had just done, and she felt like screaming in horror at her actions. She had moved before her mind could process what she was doing, to save Reyna.

Katopris was now buried to the hilt, in Percy's jaw, pinning him to the wood of the counter. She had pierced right at the joint where his two jaws met, and Katopris had travelled all the way into the wood of the counter, restraining his head.

Percy's jaws were parted wide, revealing his sharp, teeth glistening with ichor, his ability to close them to any extent taken away by the undoubtedly intense pain in his jaw. His glassy eyes, unexpressive of any feeling, physical or emotional, stared at Piper for a moment, before wandering over to his prey.

Athena had a short period of reprieve, as she lay on the cold, marble floor, gasping for breath. It was an experience she never wanted to repeat again, whatever the rewards. Sweat poured down her forehead, her blonde hair spread on the floor. She felt her face being sprayed by the rain coming in from the broken glass door, and she welcomed the cool, refreshing liquid. She lay beside a large pile of dust from a part of the destroyed table, which had been decayed, and turned to fine sand instantly by Percy's touch.

Powers of destruction are always greater than powers of creation, she mused absentmindedly, her mind not comprehending the gravity of the situation.

The thought scared her. She had often read that people thought of inconsequential things mere seconds from their death. About what their children would have for dinner, about their partner's hair, the weather, the stars and the sky, a particularly nice book or poem.

Was she dying?

Could Percy have killed a goddess just with an intense stare?

It should not have been logically possible. The Ancient Laws did not allow it. The harem master could not even hurt his concubines without hours of effort or serious harm to themselves.

Calypso tended to her, checking her pulse, and using some quick battlefield first aid spells to heal her as much as she could in a few minutes. Her almond-shaped amber eyes danced with worry for her patient, her usually lustrous and perfect caramel hair dishevelled. The moonlace flower in her hair had wilted from the sheer hatred and disdain for all living things being radiated from the Dark god.

Athena dared a glance at the stationary god, but immediately turned away, frightened for her life and sanity.

He was again immobile and limp, again like a breathing zombie. To anyone unwary, it would seem like he was resting, or even, asleep. Although his blank expression and unexpressive eyes did not give anything away, Athena could see the gears turning in his head.

And that frightened her even more. The only thing worse than an almost omnipotent mindless monster on a killing rampage, was an almost omnipotent, intelligent monster, capable of planning, on a killing rampage.

His hands rested limply on the ground. His skin had paled a lot, as if he was dead. Athena wouldn't be surprised if Percy did not show any signs of life, after all, he would be a hypocrite if he hated everything living when he was alive himself. Of all the Dark things that Percy was, a hypocrite was not one of them.

The wisdom goddess could feel his glassy, dark sea-green eyes on her, and resisted the urge not to look at him, remembering the horrors she had gone through.

The moment she had made eye contact with him, she had felt his godly power, Dark and unholy, vile, malevolent and hateful, ram its way into her mind with the subtlety, and the strength of a rampaging rhino. She had seen all the things that she was not proud of, that she wanted to forget, all the things that had made her contemplate the purpose of immortality, all the things she feared, all the things she could not dream of in her wildest nightmares. It went beyond even that, using her fears as a base to build upon, and it kept building and building enough nightmares to give any regular god permanent PTSD after a few minutes.

Fortunately, Athena was not any regular god. She was an Olympian, one of the strongest ones, and her mental fortress was the strongest on both Olympus and Othrys. The fact that she could feel her sanity stretched to its very limits, strained and bent, scared her. One of her greatest fears- losing her most treasured weapon, armour, jewel, her mind- had come so close to becoming reality.

And at that point, Athena wondered if Percy not only showed people's worst nightmares, but also made them come true. She shivered at the thought of the utter chaos it would cause in all worlds.

Her train of thoughts was cut off when she felt a hand on her neck.

Tight, harsh and strong, almost choking her and cutting off her air supply.

Slowly, her neck was twisted, directing her head to a particular direction. Athena craned her neck to see who it was, straining her eyes and spreading her godly senses to see who it was treating her in such a way. Her stormy grey eyes widened in horror.

There was a small, almost unnoticeable tendril of godly power around her neck. A tendril that would not have been noticed if she hadn't been looking for it particularly, and hadn't known where to look for it.

A tendril of Dark and unholy, vile, malevolent and hateful, godly power wrapped around her neck.

She opened her mouth to scream in horror, but no sound came out. She tried to close her eyes when she saw in which direction her eyes were being directed.

But she couldn't.

Her body wouldn't obey her orders.

Chapter 18: A Scared Soldier

Time: Same Time

Not in control of her body, Athena was forced to stare into Percy's dark, glassy sea-green eyes.

She braced herself for the inevitable barrage of horrors that was soon to overwhelm her mind. She wanted to close her eyes, to look away, to curl up in a ball. But in vain.

A picture of a blonde woman flashed into her mind, one of several nights she had spent crying alone in her palace. Always the butt of ridicule, always the lonely nerd, the outcast.

Hestia had the demigods and minor gods who loved her unconditionally. Artemis had her Huntresses.

Artemis was the one she was closest to. And now, this son of Poseidon had taken her away.

Poseidon.... she remembered with boiling, unfiltered hatred, how he was the first one to humiliate her for things out of her control, how he was the first to curse her children.

Maybe a part of that was her fault. Her hubris always getting in the way of everything, not letting her back down from anything.

And, alienated from everyone around her, Athena sought companionship in the only things she knew intimately, her books. It might have suited Hephaestus- he was anti-social and introverted- Athena was moulded by circumstance to become the anti-social, introverted, cold-hearted bitch she was.

She saw herself, the young and lively, naïve and hopeful, Athena, in her daughter Annabeth. She had been jealous of her old qualities manifesting in her daughter, Annabeth finding the perfect companion and partner in the best man in the world. She should have been happy, and proud that her daughter got Percy, who was something of a grand trophy to everyone.

But she didn't. She felt jealous of her daughter, and the looming wall of her burning jealousy crashed onto the poor soldier she secretly desired. She treated Percy the worst she had ever treated anyone, worse than any son of Poseidon ever born. She exacted revenge for every insult ever thrown her way in her four millennia of life, in the ten years she knew him.

She felt tears welling up in her eyes, not allowed release due to her lack of control of her own body.

She felt Calypso stare at her questioningly, and with a bit of hostility. She was not surprised at the latter. "A-Athena?" The Titaness stuttered at her unnatural state.

Athena wanted to speak, to say something, but she couldn't. She felt like a puppet on strings as she stood up, taking everyone for surprise at the fact that she could stand at all after the mental torture she had undergone.

Athena wanted to scream in abject terror at her predicament. She swore to all the deities above her that she would never poke at the sensitive god again as she stiffly, unnaturally, took a step towards the pinned Dark god.

"Mo-mother?" Angela's voice was trembling, nervous at her state as she neared the violent, captive god.

"She's under his control!" Calypso exclaimed, horrified, as she lunged at the goddess, trying to restrain her. Piper looked up from the makeshift bandage she had tightly wrapped around Reyna's absolutely damaged knee, hurriedly drawing her attention back to her patient as the ex-Praetor moaned in pain.

After a moment of disorientation as they tried to decipher the Titaness' meaning, Angela and Cynthia lunged at Athena, capturing both of her arms. The three girls tried to drag the wisdom goddess out of the room, trying to separate the spark from the gunpowder keg.

There was a crash behind them. Seized with terror, the girls turned around to see Percy clawing at his jaw to free himself.

He had reverted to his crazed look, his jaw dripping blood as it was pried wide open by the knife embedded in his jaw. His crazed, bloodshot eyes were concentrated completely on the three guiding the captive Athena out of the room, his pupils dilated. Long scratches ran down his cheeks, bloody tracks of golden ichor on his tanned skin.

He strained his head as far as it would go with Katopris pinning him to the counter, his hands steadily turning more and more of the cool, marble floor to fine sand. His jaws were skewed at an awkward angle. His clothes were drenched with ichor, the life-blood gushing lavishly from the cut on his wrist, seeping through the pile of golden sand around him.

Percy suddenly seemed to have a flash of intelligence, a glimpse of the human beneath him shining through the veil of the raw, animalistic instincts inhabiting his mind.

He grasped a hold of Katopris, wrenching it free from his jaw. Shards of shattered wood and hope flew from the gaping hole his sudden force had left in the demolished counter.

There was a metallic zing, and the unmistakable sound of a knife thudding into a wall.

Thalia whimpered as she felt the cut on her cheek bleeding. Sand from the half-decayed metal handle of Piper's knife made her long, silky black hair dusty. The cool metal of the knife pressed against her bleeding cheek, embedded right into the wall barely centimetres from her head. She regretted ever lowering her shield to look at what was going on.

Percy hadn't even been looking at her when he threw the knife.

Rachel reached out to grab the knife, thankful for a nice weapon, but Sydney slapped her hand away, grabbing the knife and tugging it into her parka. "Don't touch the knife or.... that will happen." Her eyes wandered over to the cut on Thalia's cheek.

As if on cue, Thalia screamed in pain, clutching the left side of her face as she dropped to her knees in mind-numbing pain. And before their very eyes, the skin on the left side of her face started crumbling like weak, old pottery, leaving disgusting, brown, rotten blood and flesh in its wake.

The daughter of Zeus could not take the mind-numbing pain originating from her head, so close to her brain, anymore, as she blacked out, slumping to the ground, unmoving.

The Little Big Three were frightened beyond their wildest nightmares, and were hugging Rachel tightly, seeking comfort as they saw their big sister knocked out by their crazy, and, dare I say it, evil, big brother. Tears streamed down their face, dampening the Oracle's lush red hair. Ignoring the tears streaming down her own face, Rachel hugged them tightly, overprotective of the three demigods, six years younger than her.

"Will Big brother be fine?" Rose asked, eyeing the injuries marring his body, the same time Violet, asked in abject terror, "What is going on?"

"Will Big sister be okay?" Neo hiccuped,  her bloodshot eyes focused on the prone form of the fallen demigoddess. Her view of her sister was soon cut off.

Aegis clanged to the ground, immediately taken up by Ruby, who again backed the weaker ones against the corner of the room. She eyed the rampaging god and the pile of sand that sat in the middle of the once peaceful dining room. Her eyes wandered over to the two unconscious goddesses- Hestia and Aphrodite, who still lay unmoving on the other side of the room.

She cursed.

"On it!" Sydney shouted, immediately springing into action as she inched her way to the two. Her wary movements were not needed apparently, as the growling Dark god knew only one target in his tunnel vision.

The cracked screen of the television was pouring out more sand, all its wirings having decayed to fine dust.

Cathy raised his knives, feeling like a WWI soldier charging through no man's land as the relentless machine gun that was the rampaging god, cut down their ranks one by one.

Percy paid her no mind.

He lunged at Athena like a  rapid dog, ichor dripping from his frothing maws, making the goddess back away in sheer terror for her life. Once she realised that she was free from his control, the wisdom goddess did the wise thing- she turned heel and fled, limping from her injuries, panting and gasping for breath as she tried to outrun an almost omnipotent monster in a last-ditch attempt.

Cathy was left to crash into the counter, groaning in pain as she felt her shoulder crunch sickeningly.

Percy's advance was halted abruptly as several spiked, Stygian Iron chains wrapped around him, binding him as they dug into his skin. The chains stretched taught, catching at his throat as they stopped him in his tracks. Dark power, same as Percy's, but much less in magnitude, malevolent and vile, yet tame and controlled, resisted his.

It was almost like killing a Panzer Battalion with a pistol. A feat worthy of an entire Sabaton album.

Percy strained against them like a chained dog, before he turned to the one holding his chains.

Growling, he lunged again at Styx, who was eyeing him coldly, without any visible emotion on her face. She was beautiful as usual, her large tits straining against the tight, flowing midnight black dress that she wore, hugging all her beautiful curves in all the right places. Her dark hair cascaded down her back in soft, gentle curls. Her grey eyes, so much like her hateful waters, glinted coldly like two pebbles on the banks of her river. Beautiful, full ruby lips sharply contrasted her pale skin tone. Her delicate hand held on to the chains with surprising strength, enough to subdue the mindless animal of a Dark God.

And before Percy's desperate lunge could complete its course, he was halted, again.

This time by the thick, reinforced rubber sole of a silver-studded, shiny, black biker boot to his head.

And again, Percy lost the light around him to the darkness in his mind.

Time: An Hour Later

Percy woke up with a killer headache.

He lay still in the bed, dreading what he was going to see.

The cannons firing were still fresh on his mind. He felt cockroaches and snakes, all manners of vile creatures that lived under the earth, crawling up his paralyzed body. He tried to block out the feeling, knowing it was nothing but his PTSD acting up again.

He tried to concentrate on the real world, which was very difficult to do with his eyes closed. The memories of his most recent nightmares were still too fresh. He saw Annabeth over and over again, each time in a more horrible state than before, helpless to do anything as she was brutally killed. His feet sank into the wet earth, muddy with her blood.

He wanted to curl up in a ball.

He was not a soldier, no leader, no god. He was still the abused, bullied, socially awkward, stunted child with dyslexia and ADHD. His skin pale, his body thin and bony.

He was still a scared child, desperately craving for love, warmth and affection. He vaguely remembered the feeling, but it had faded somewhere along the way.

All that was left now was the lingering warmth after the person had left his side.

Annabeth was gone.

There were whispers in his ears again, whispers telling him to die, Athena's violent verbal jabs mixing in with Annabeth's accusations. He could feel his heart racing violently, thumping against his ribcage. Despite his eyes being closed, he could almost feel the shadows closing up to him, stalking him like a relentless predator. His skin crawled with critters- he was sure he was buried six feet under the earth. The earth suffocated him, claustrophobic and suffocating.

Percy screamed in terror, trying to shake off the insects crawling up his flesh, digging into his skin. His eyes snapped open.

It was almost like seeing two layers of reality. He could see he was in a white room, wearing a white gown, but that world was grey and hazy, filled with static, grey hazes. Grey faces swam in his vision, hands violently clutching at him.

Percy beat them away violently, more concentrated on the more immediate threat. The white gown changed to a pale shroud riddled with holes, its edges eaten away by time, with dry bloodstains darkening the dirty cloth.

Bloody letters read- Here lies Percy Jackson-

He could not read any more as he felt his eyes burn and hurt. There were crawling insects in his eyes.

He screamed in pain, trying to claw his eyes out.

There was a sharp pain in his right arm, and almost like a ship at a harbour, he was anchored to the real world, separate from the horrible, dark, senseless, nightmarish world of his fractured mind.

He took a sharp breath, trying to calm his racing mind as he raised his shaking fists, prepared to fight anything in front of him.

Piper stood in front of him, her face terrified, an empty syringe clutched in her hand like a weapon.

Seeing the daughter of Aphrodite, Percy collapsed, his shaking legs finally giving way. Luckily, he fell on the bed he had just sprung from.

There was a beep, and Percy felt the air conditioning turned on as he felt the cool gust of air directed at him. Thankful, he swept the sweat beading his forehead away, as he felt the delicious, slight sting of the chill on his skin.

His eyes surveyed the room.

Piper stood by his bed, beside several girls whose identities Percy had to struggle to remember, his clogged brain not functioning properly. His limbs occasionally twitched, and he tried to ignore the lingering, crawling feeling of several thousands of small legs on his skin.

He identified Hestia tending to someone else, who was also sitting up on their bed, protesting against the goddess' ministrations. Styx, Nyx, Nemesis, and Eris stood together by his bed, eyeing him with the slightest hint of worry escaping their cool, indifferent facades. Nemesis was polishing the remnants of some golden ichor off her shining, silver-studded black biker boots, with mortal shoe polish.

Calypso and Atalanta bustled about, those with minor injuries sitting in chairs, all the beds in the room being occupied.

Athena and Thalia were still out cold. The wisdom goddess had a bandage wrapped around her head, with a wet cloth on her forehead. Angela sat by her side, tending to her injured mother, accompanied by Sydney. Even Percy could tell that the daughter of Thanatos was there only out of her friendship with the daughter of Athena, rather than love for the goddess.

Thalia's sides were occupied by Cathy, Cynthia and Ruby. Percy's heart leapt to his throat when he saw that her entire face was covered with bandages, revealing only her pale lips, her right cheek and right eye. Her black hair was done in a braid that wouldn't get in the healers' way, thrown over the edge of her bed. Her chest slowly rose and fell. 

Reyna was on a bed just beside Athena, awake, but lying down. Percy could feel her piercing onyx eyes staring at him. The Praetor's hair was done in her signature braid and thrown over her shoulder. Her wrists were wrapped with bandages, and one of her legs was in a plaster.

Artemis was sitting up in her bed, propped up on pillows in her bed. Her shirt was gone, and she only wore a strapless bra to protect her modesty, revealing all of her pale, creamy skin and toned stomach. Her lower half was covered with a thin sheet. Her left shoulder and arm were completely wrapped in bandages, in a cast. Her lush auburn hair was thrown over her other shoulder. Her silver eyes Percy with slight apprehension- and Percy's heart cracked- slight fear.

Aphrodite was by Ruby's side, patching up a few cuts on her face, carefully tending to her daughter as any loving mother would.

Rachel stood by the door, looking nervously at Percy and then at Calypso, who had become the unofficial head healer.

He assumed Neo, Rose and Violet had not been allowed access to the medical wars in fear of what they would feel. He almost snorted at the thought. They were too pampered, almost treated like ten-year-olds, whereas in reality, they were fifteen, almost sixteen, still by far the youngest of all of the girls. He then berated himself for being a hypocrite. He pampered them the most of all.

Drew had probably not wanted to take part in any of this, and had gone off to do whatever she wanted to do.

"What happened?" Percy rubbed his face with a tired hand, before resting his hand on the bed. Yelping in surprise, he jumped up when the place he had touched turned to dust immediately.

He looked at the others, bewildered and scared. The four Dark goddesses were giggling at him.

"That, Percy-" Eris started, for Nemesis to finish her sentence, "-is your godly power."

As usual, Nyx was the one to explain further, while, as usual, Styx just stared at him in undisguised disdain, though her dark grey eyes glinted as they subtly roamed his almost naked form. "Since you are a god, Percy, you have some special powers that are like a raw manifestation of your domains. They are your last line of defence, and first, too, until you manage to unlock your other powers. For example, Artemis can shoot bolts of moonlight, while Hestia can control fire. Zeus can shoot lightning bolts, while Poseidon can control water."

She pondered for a moment. "Your power is to turn anything into dust upon touching, though it seems to take longer exposure for living things to turn into dust."

Eris interrupted, "You can most probably control it after training- like increasing or decreasing its potential as you wish."

Percy stared at them, disbelieving. He parted his lips to speak, when, obviously, Nemesis beat him to it, speaking in a poor imitation of his high pitched, frightened voice. "How can I stop it?!"

Seeing Percy just blankly state at her, Styx interrupted, finally deciding to be helpful, not to torture the poor Dark god anymore. "You must feel... something. Just shut that off."

And of course, the goddess of Hatred- minor goddess of Hatred, Percy reminded himself, he was the god of Hatred- had to be vague.

Wracking his body and mind for sensations that shouldn't be there, Percy finally came up with a stinging feeling in his otherwise uninjured palms- the source of his 'power'. It was difficult, seeing that half of his body ached and stung, covered in bandages, and his head was pounding, but he managed to 'cut it off', by concentrating on the sting, willing- somehow convincing- his heart that he wasn't feeling it anymore.

After an entire two minutes of convoluted mental gymnastics, he felt his stomach finally relax, which made him jump straight up in surprise at the sudden feeling. He had never realized the almost unnoticeable tug in his gut, like a watered-down version of when he used his demigod powers. He assumed that slightly uncomfortable feeling would go away, too, with sufficient training.

The way Styx hid her giggles elegantly behind her palm, made him realise that she probably knew about everything, and had intentionally been vague.

"So, why are you here? What happened?"

"We felt your turbulent emotions and violence through the link we share. You almost faded." Nyx's voice wavered.

"Is that a sign of love I hear?" Eris teased, making everybody else in the room bristle jealously as Nyx blushed a bright silver.

"N-no." Her stutter told otherwise.

But Percy had no time for the drama. He almost slammed his fist down on something, but unsure if he had really deactivated his power, he refrained from doing so. "What happened exactly? Why are they all hurt?" His voice was a low growl.

Nyx gave Calypso a pointed stare, making the healer squirm. "Wh-what?"

"Tell them all that you know about your master." It was an order from a Primordial to a minor Titaness.

Calypso squirmed some more, before she sighed, throwing Percy an apologetic look as she sat down heavily on a nearby chair, not caring for her usual grace and etiquette. "What did you dream about, Percy?"

Percy looked at her questioningly, intentionally keeping silent.

Calypso answered for him. "You recently dreamed of being buried alive, and being eaten alive by insects." Percy stiffened, as several gasps rang about in the room. "A common dream to have when you are suffering from PTSD."

She continued, pondering over things. "In my six millennia of life, I've never seen any immortal, demigod, or even a legacy suffer from mental diseases like PTSD. I don't think Nyx has seen either." The Primordial, by far the oldest in the room, shook her head in the negative. Calypso continued, "They simply don't have nightmares. Ichor makes it impossible. Prophetic dreams are different. But of course, Percy has proven not to be normal before, time and time again."

"You dreamed about fighting an army of monsters. A last stand after Annabeth died. Thousands of monsters against you." Calypso told in an even voice, as if knowing others' dreams was normal. "And your fight against the army transferred to the real world, where you thought of us as monsters to be exterminated, after Athena's words provoked the nightmare. Why you constantly targeted her, though, is a mystery."

"I did all this?" Percy asked, horrified, disbelieving that a simple nightmare could cause all the injuries that he saw.

"Yes, you and your Dark godly powers. Don't worry, it's not like you are going evil or anything. At least, not yet." Several people in the room let out relieved sighs at her explanation, though Percy himself was least reassured.

Calypso threw him a pitying look, regretting the fact that she had to announce the next words- the complete, cold and harsh truth- to the entire room full of girls that loved the poor, poor, scared child in the impeccable guise of a soldier.

"In my studies on Percy's body and mind, I found signs of severe abuse and neglect as a child, stunted growth, several unhealed internal wounds or incorrectly healed wounds, several improperly set bones. There were several suicide attempts, abnormal brain swellings, crippling depression, apart from the regular demigod dyslexia and ADHD. He has been having regular nightmares since age four, bar two years in the middle he was at peace with Annabeth. The nightmares came back full force after their trip to Tartarus, accompanied by severe inflammation in the digestive tract from repeated ingestion of Phlegethon water, and several respiratory and cardiac ailments from the toxic air of the Pit. He also has a completely insane mind, held together by weak threads. How is he even alive and acting normal, is a medical wonder. Normally, immortality should have cured all these, but...." She trailed off.

There was silence in the room.

Silence that heralded the approaching storm.

Chapter 19: Living his Life: Part 1

Time: A Month Later

The next day, upon severe insistence from the other girls, Calypso had set up a severe, rigorous medicine regime, consisting of lots of godly nectar, ambrosia, and mortal pills. She had even set up a temporary truce with Athena to come up with the most efficient medical regime, traversing the vast library for modern books and ancient tomes and scrolls.

Percy had to concede that the wisdom goddess was good at what she did. It was a well known, and undisputed, fact.

Slowly, but surely, he was regaining health, accelerated by his Dark domains and immortal ichor pumping in his veins.

No, he was not completely normal yet.

He still had nightmares even while he was awake. Every time he was alone, or thinking too deeply, he zoned out, lost in the dark horrors inhabiting his mind. Luckily, he was no longer dependent on others to save him- he was able to recognize between reality and dreams, and every time a dream manifested, he could inject himself with the clear syringe that Calypso used to keep the dreams at bay. Temporarily.

He still had debilitating nightmares when he slept, and had to take several sleeping pills to knock himself out for the night. Even so, his immortality flushed them out soon enough, and he found himself taking frequent midnight walks across the moonlit sands of Ogygia.

The beautiful moon shining in the sky, the invigorating, perennial sea breeze buffeting him. The soft sands, gleaming like ivory, yielded under his bare feet. The sea assumed a dark hue as it reflected the starry night sky, the froth of the gentle waves like pale horses riding the crests of the waves. The long leaves of the palms swayed and rustled in the breeze, creating a pleasant sound. He was alone in this vast nothingness, accompanied only by the nocturnal wildlife.

But Percy did not feel scared as he jogged along the several miles long beach, barely twenty feet from the dense jungle occupying a large part of the island, away from their house.

He had only just realised how large Ogygia was. It was larger than the original Rome.

Sometimes, he used his newfound power to fell trees without damaging the trunks. He used them as weights, apart from doing several hundred pushups and sit-ups to keep in shape.

Sometimes he meditated to get in touch with his domains, and the closer he came to completely understanding them, the more horrified he became.

It was... utter chaos.

However, Percy was still a soldier at heart, and never threw away a weapon. He harnessed his utterly destructive powers, rivalling hydrogen bombs, apart from teaching himself the basics of godhood- how to flash, how to change your appearance, how to control the Mist, etc. He spent long hours, almost five or six each night, practising his powers. He loved the addictive, intoxicating rush that pumped adrenaline through his veins, every time he immersed himself further in his Darkness.

Talking of that, that was what he was doing right now.

He sat on the sand on the beach, right by the sea, his feet lapped gently by the waves of the sea. Beads of sweat, cool and inviting, rolled down his forehead.

Percy had never been too out of shape, to begin with. Well, at least since he stepped foot into Camp Half-Blood. He had a toned, lean and athletic body, without the slightest ounce of fat, that several girls drooled over.

Then, at New Rome, he started working out seriously, building muscle, making the other gender drool and blush more. Even then, he had never been too buff, like Jason or Frank, preferring to keep his lean, toned body.

And now, with his ichor and regular, rigorous training regime, he was becoming buff. Not to Ares or Atlas extent or anything- that was gross- but his shirts felt tighter around his chest, his abs and biceps were more pronounced and slightly larger, making the girls blush madly whenever they caught glimpse of his newly developed body that made him look his part, like a chiselled Dark God, a sweet and tempting, unreachable fruit.

A Dark ball of glowing gold and black shadows, a pure sphere of Dark, destructive energy, floated in his open palm, swirling like a hungry, volatile vortex, mid-air. Absent-mindedly, Percy clasped his fingers over the ball, dispersing it into wisps of dark shadows that escaped between his fingers, leaving small craters of fine sand around him.

Out of nowhere, a man screamed in sheer terror, caught in the violent throes of a nightmare, right in his mind. Percy grimaced, closing his eyes as he willed the screaming voice away. His domains were acting up again, showing him things that he did not want to see.

Insects- worms, spiders, centipedes and cockroaches- crawled up his feet coming out of the fine sand at his feet, gnawing at his skin. Percy felt the creepy, crawling feeling of millions of feet on his skin, and the burning feeling of their numerous poisons going to work. Not sure if they were real or imaginary, Percy pushed some Dark power into his feet. They were still there.

Nightmares.

The god faintly wondered if he should take another syringe of Calypso's miracle medicine that made all of his realistic nightmares go away. Unfortunately, she kept tabs on each one of them, so she could know 'exactly when he got his nightmares'.

So, that ruled that out.

Fuck PTSD.

Percy decided to let the imaginary insects keep gnawing at his feet. Blocking out the pain came easily enough- he had a lot of training in that department- as he lost himself in memories and recollections of the past month.

It was cute seeing the Little Big Three blush madly whenever he hugged them. Yep, their puberty was okay.

Percy felt a little creeped out that his own little sisters, and another he viewed as his little sister, thought him to be hot.

Well, to be fair, he had kissed Thalia that one time.  He still felt grossed out at kissing the Huntress he viewed as his sister in all but blood.

His mind wandered from there, recollecting small, meaningless anecdotes that came with living with a harem on an isolated tropical island.

He had decided not to be alone anymore. He would live. He would live as he did, this time without Annabeth in his life, allowing himself to be healed.

He had taken to his old habits of flirting- shamelessly teasing and flirting with all- Huntress, Goddess, Titaness, Demigoddess, Oracle alike.

Something which won him no points with anyone, despite all the vibrant red or gold blushes and stuttering.

So, he had changed tactics.

Corner them where others can't see.

He never pushed them to do something extreme, that they didn't want to do. Despite feeling creeped out about flirting with women he viewed as sisters or best friends, he tried to keep the awkwardness bubbling inside him to a bare minimum, reverting back to muscle memory, acquired by countless days of flirting and making random girls blush violently, while Annabeth watched from a distance, slightly aroused by the thought of him pounding another girl into oblivion as she watched.

The first was Hestia. She had taken it to be her duty to show Percy how much she loved him, as a method of healing him. It was almost as if a switch had been flicked in the gentle hearth goddess as she continuously sent flirtatious touches up his body, exploring his broad chest, massaging his firm muscles whenever they hugged, stealing kisses here and there. No longer content with hugs and platonic kisses, Hestia now almost always had her soft ruby lips attached to his, her tongue entangled with his, whenever they were alone.

Percy's eyes glazed over. No matter how much he tried to think of the innocent goddess in a platonic way, her actions was making it very difficult.

She kissed almost as well as she sucked, his mind supplied.

It was true. How and where the virgin Hestia learnt to French kiss, Percy could only wonder.

And the way her eyes burned with ferocious anger and jealousy, a demonic look shadowing her godly visage, whenever she caught him flirting with someone else, made her look cute. Even more so than usual, coupled with her small height and lower lip jutting out as she crossed her slender arms under her..... massive melons.

Percy remembered the others.

Time: The Past Month, Percy's Flashbacks

Aphrodite looked well in the bikini she was wearing, Percy concluded firmly.

He could see why she was the goddess of love.

She possessed an ethereal beauty that made her look like a flower from Elysium in the middle of Asphodel. A flower Percy had plucked from her home, which currently adorned him.

Her beauty was more feminine, more soft and gentle than the fierce warrior look that made the Huntresses attractive, or the innocent look that Calypso possessed. She looked like a second Hestia.

Her luscious, blonde hair was spread in a  golden halo around her as she reclined regally on the deck chair by the pool, under the shade provided by an umbrella. Her azure eyes were hidden behind a pair of dark Raybans shades. She wore a large, wide-brimmed, white hat, that lay tilted on her head.

Percy's mouth watered at her body. Love's body. Aphrodite's body.

The most curvaceous woman he had ever seen, with the perfect hourglass figure that even goddesses could only dream of, hidden from view by only a skimpy sea green- the same dark shade as his eyes- silk bikini, held together by some strings. Her soft, pale, creamy skin had assumed a perfect, golden tan in the sun, making Percy assume she had changed her skin tone with her powers, since immortals did not get tanned. Even from his distance, Percy smelled her scent of expensive cologne and a natural, floral, lemony scent of her... whatever it was she used.

Her small, lacy bra strained to contain her enormous tits, soft, creamy flesh spilling out between the strings, a heavenly pillow that Percy would like to use every night... for many things. Her erect nipples poked out through the thin fabric, like two small, hard cherries of delicious flesh that invited Percy to latch his lips around them and never let go. Her perfect tits, massive yet firm, with absolutely no sag, sitting firmly on her chest even without a bra- yes, Percy was speaking from experience- jiggled gently every time she breathed, her large chest rising up and falling down.

Percy estimated that each of her large boobs was the size of an average size 7 basketball, with slightly larger nipples than normal. The thought of burying his face in her soft, twin basketball-sized globes of firm, warm, milky flesh, reignited the roaring flame in Percy's loins.

A soft, flat stomach led to her wide waist, not toned or slender like Artemis or the Hunters, but more feminine, soft and wide, childbearing hips. A small, skimpy underwear was all that covered her womanhood, the strings lost somewhere in the sea of the delicious, luscious flesh of her thighs and large bubble butt, glistening with sunscreen. She had no problem with exhibitionism, it seemed. Endless, slender legs seemed to go on forever, only to end in two small, dainty feet that somehow looked elegant and cute, with perfectly manicured and painted nails.

"Mm...." there was a sultry moan, jolting Percy out of his blatant ogling. Aphrodite's sunglasses dangled on her cute nose as she stared at him through hazy, lustful azure eyes, her perfect, soft, pink lips curled up in a smirk, "See something you like?"

Percy returned her sultry smirk. "Oh, I see many things I would like." His eyes wandered over her form, making the love goddess shiver in muted delight as he hungrily roved her slick, tanned body with his eyes, "Yes many things." Licking his lips, he added, "Next time, you don't have to take so much trouble. Call me, I'll rub all the sunscreen you want, all over your body with my very hands. Or massage oil, whichever the occasion calls for."

Aphrodite's eyes sparkled mischievously. "Oh, you don't have to worry. My dear Arty was gracious enough to rub sunscreen over my body, and I run my hands all over hers. She was just here, sunbathing beside me in a skimpy silver bikini. If you had just come a few minutes earlier.... she just left."

Percy faltered, as the heat turned to a raging inferno, painfully straining against his unbearably tight boxers at her words- blatant lies, yes, but addictive stuff for his raging imagination.

Aphrodite laid back down, her sunglasses back on, her long, slender arms crossed behind her head in a relaxed manner, seemingly unbothered with what she had just said. She cocked one of her slender legs over the other, as she relaxed completely, ignoring the struggling male- the only male on the tropical island of Ogygia.

A small smile played across Percy's lips. "Don't let Artemis catch you ever calling her that." His smile turned predatory, a small, low growl tearing itself from his throat. "Don't play games with me, love goddess. I'll hunt you all over the planet if I need to, and have you for dessert. You are mine. You will always be mine." And with that, he turned and retreated, letting his words hang in the air, thick with his hidden, burning lust and desire.

Aphrodite had to conceal the shivers running down her spine at his words, goosebumps forming on her smooth skin. Despite her best efforts, a small moan escaped her as she watched Percy's retreating back. Manlier, stronger, hotter, able to make her- the goddess of love, Aphrodite- sopping wet with mere words and sounds. Better than any other man to ever exist, or to exist, in every way imaginable.

"I'll be waiting for when you claim me as your own.... Master." For that was what he was, her master, in every way. She willingly submitted her body, mind and emotions to his control when she joined his harem, and she did not, and would not, regret her actions ever.

It was the single best choice Aphrodite had ever made.

Time: Present, Flashback End

Percy was jolted out of his pleasant thoughts by a small, soft hand running over his shoulder.

His nightmare- the insects gnawing at his feet- were gone. His feet were still intact, submerged in the slight water of the sea.

"You're sweaty. What were you doing?" A familiar voice rang out in the silence of the night.

Percy sighed. It was obvious that someone would eventually find out about his nightly excursions. "Pounding Neo. Look behind you, she's passed out on the sand." His sarcasm was back.

Thalia smacked his shoulder as she plopped down on the sand beside him. "Cracking such jokes about my little sister is not funny, Jackson." She hissed venomously.

Percy stifled a laugh, his eyes lost in the silence of the serene sea.

He turned towards Thalia. "You're rarely up. What were you doing?"

"Got up for a midnight snack. I saw the door open, and followed your footsteps."

The daughter of Zeus turned towards him, her electric blue eyes shining with curiosity and worry. Her silky, raven black hair was done in a short, messy ponytail. Percy's eyes wandered over her sharp features, her pale skin seemed to glisten in the moonlight. She was dressed in a baggy white t-shirt that Percy identified to be his, and shorts. Her soft, pink lips parted, revealing her scarlet velvet tongue as she spoke, "Why are you up?"

Percy sighed. "Nightmares."

"And what were you doing?" She interrogated.

"Why are you wearing my shirt?" A teasing smile twisted his lips. "Is it really that comfortable? Or perhaps.... it's a substitute for my warmth? Do you really want me to hug and cuddle you in bed all night?"

Thalia's cheeks heated up to a bright red colour, as she blushed down to her neck, despite the furious glare etched onto her face. "Do-don't try to change the topic, Jackson!"

Percy sighed again. "I was training."

He did not elaborate any further, nor did he want to. Thalia seemed to catch his drift as she fell silent, opting instead to examine him.

After some time, Thalia muttered something incoherent, looking away with a furious red blush on her face.

"Huh?" Before Percy could fully comprehend what was happening, Thalia had sprung to her feet, tugging his shirt upwards. Obediently, he raised his arms above his head, allowing Thalia to pull his sweaty black vest off his slick body. The sleeveless cotton vest stuck to his sweaty body.

"Um.... what are you doing?" He asked as Thalia straddled his waist, pushing him back, so he was lying flat on the sand.

"Shut up, Jackson." She hissed, "Don't get any ideas- I'm just conducting a strictly medical examination so that I can report back to Calypso."

"Uh-huh, sure. Since when are you reporting back to Calypso?" Percy asked.

Thalia did not reply.

Percy had to admit, she looked beautiful in the position, though she would look even better underneath him. Her pale skin glowed in the moonlight, her electric blue eyes closely examining his body. Her ponytail had come undone, and her silky black hair cascaded down in a gentle waterfall past her shoulders. Thalia's large tits, clearly visible even through her baggy white shirt, her hard, erect pink nipples poking through the thin fabric of HIS shirt. Her toned stomach, her luscious thighs straddling his waist, her sweet, virgin maidenhood barely inches from his raging bitch breaker.

Quickly, he destroyed that dangerous thought, praying to all the gods alive that she would not detect his stirring member.

Thalia's face resembled an open bucket of red paint as she felt his hips pressing to her crotch, and she prayed to all the gods above that the Dark god beneath her would not detect her arousal and wetness.

Her hands explored his sweaty body, thoroughly feeling up his firm muscles and masculine body, that completely dominated her relatively small frame. The thought of being roughly dominated, spanked, bitten, and pounded, by the smoking hot Dark god in front of her sent pleasurable tingles through Thalia's clit.

She rubbed his smooth chest, Percy's hard nipples feeling like hard, warm pebbles of flesh beneath her soft palms. He groaned at the feeling, making her face drown in red, as her hands continued to wander, seemingly with a mind of their own. She ran her hands along his abdomen, feeling all the ridges and bumps of his scars, that crisscrossed his diamond-hard abs. She pressed against his warm chest, trying to memorize the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. Going further, Thalia lightly massaged his shoulder, pressing his biceps and making the god groan. His sweat felt cool against her palms, his skin rough yet soft, warm yet cold.

She leaned down as far as she could, mashing her large tits between their bodies. She could feel both their faces heat up as they felt the other's chest, Thalia's soft pillows of heavenly flesh and, Percy's diamond-hard wall of muscle and strength, pressing against each other.

Thalia brushed her lips against his in a chaste kiss. Her electric blue eyes scanned his dark sea green.

"Calypso is going to know about your nocturnal training." The musky scent of his sweat, his warmth, his strength, his roughness and aggression, were intoxicating, cloying all of Thalia's sensible thinking processes. "Jackson, prepare to hug and cuddle me all night." She reiterated his earlier teasing words. "Now, kiss me."

And the two youngsters- one a shirtless Dark god, the other a sworn maiden, lay kissing, hugging and cuddling in the sand, illuminated by the silver light of the ever-watchful eyes of the moon.

Chapter 20: Living his Life: Part 2

Time: Next Morning

Percy sat on the dining room floor, in front of the table, having a light breakfast.

He surveyed the spotless room, remembering all the shouting, the fighting that had occurred in this very room. The same site of lots of laughter every night.

Repairing it had not been easy. The Dark, decaying power lay thick in the room, choking and suffocating.

Onto other matters, where was Thalia? She was still asleep when he had carried her all the way from the beach to her room, laying her on the bed and pulling up the covers as he switched on the AC. Thalia momentarily grumbled at the loss of his warmth, before she snuggled into the numerous pillows in her bed, and promptly fell back asleep.

The two of them had lived up to their words, sleeping on the sand on the beach, entangled in each others' limbs, until Percy had risen with the sun. Thalia's scent was still fresh on his mind, her softness bringing a slight tingle to his skin and a golden tint to his cheeks.

His golden cheek was pinched. "Ooh, is the big, bad Dark god blushing?" A teasing voice whispered right in his ear, making his cheeks heat up even more.

Suppressing his blush, the shirtless god pushed himself away from the table with a fluid movement. There was a yelp, and without looking back, Percy reached behind him, effortlessly drawing the Oracle into his lap with one arm.

His breakfast was almost finished anyway, and he ignored the bowl of cereal. He did not like the sugary treat- they did not produce his favourite cereal anymore, anyway.

Rachel was in a bridal position in Percy's lap as he sat on the floor.

Her lush red hair fell in a fiery waterfall of soft silk. Her vibrant green eyes, wide with surprise, and dark with slight arousal, sparkled in the light as they roamed his bare chest and toned abs, trying to burn the sight permanently into her memory. There was a slight, cute spattering of a few freckles on her cheeks, lost in her quickly reddening face. Her cute, button nose was tinged red, steam coming out of her red ears. Her soft, pink lips were parted slightly as she panted in surprise at Percy's sudden move.

His eyes wandered lower.

Rachel never seemed to have a shirt on, at least, Percy had never seen her with a shirt on, during her stay at Ogygia. Must be the tropical heat getting to her.

Or.... it was her way of seduction.

Even now, she was only wearing a small, green silk bikini top, held together by long strings that showed her entire cleavage, just leaving her nipples and part of her boobs out of sight. The erect nubs of sensitive flesh on her massive tits poked through the thin fabric of her bikini top. Her boobs were comparable to Aphrodite's, firm and round, yet soft and large- not the love goddess' size 7 basketballs, but much smaller, a 'mere' B- cup. They were two heavenly pillows of soft, warm flesh, straining against her small top, the fabric sinking into her soft flesh as her tits jiggled with every breath she took.

Her smooth, pale skin seemed to glisten tantalizingly in the light. Her creamy shoulders had taken a red tinge as she blushed to her neck at their position. Percy's eyes wandered down her soft stomach that was perfect on her curvy, hourglass figure, to her grey shorts, which ended mid-thigh, leaving her thick, luscious thighs open to his viewing pleasure. He felt her soft, bubble butt pressing against his crotch, and was thankful for his enchanted boxers that Annabeth had somehow gotten from... somewhere.

Her pleasant, soothing scent of fresh paint, intermixed with the lemony scent of her shampoo, stimulated his nasal faculties.

He poked her burning cheek the same way she had. "I could say the same for you, o all-seeing, divine Oracle."

"S-shut up, Percy." She seemed to blush even deeper, if that was even possible.

He continued, "Seeing what you are wearing, I would say you are trying to make me blush. Then, why wear even this?"

He tugged at one of the silk strings towards the bottom of her cleavage, not enough to have her top come undone, but he made sure to brush his fingers against her smooth, cool skin. He noted with veiled satisfaction how she shivered at his small touch, and goosebumps spread across her skin.

She slapped away his hand, making him pout.

"Ke-keep yo-your hands off, Per-CY!" She squealed in a high pitched tone when he blew into her ear, holding her close to his bare chest as he buried his face in her hair, smiling.

Her soft, smooth skin felt delicious against the bare skin of his broad, muscular chest. Her lively warmth gave a pleasant feeling coupled with her cool skin as her massive chest was mashed against his, her erect nipples poking his skin through the thin fabric separating them.

He leaned down to place soft kisses down her slender neck, making the girl in his lap writhe in pleasure as she tried to suppress her moans, slapping a hand over her mouth. "Wh-what are you doing?"

Percy hummed against her skin, making the Oracle shiver in his arms. "I'm claiming what is rightfully mine. We missed.... doing stuff when we were together- before I got together with Annabeth. I have several years' worth of love and sex to make up for, don't I? Do you think you can keep up?"

Rachel blushed even harder at that point, and Percy found himself wondering if all the blood in her body was rushing to her burning face. It represented a bucket of red paint.

He knew all his immortal ichor was rushing lower.

"W-wait. What are you doing?" She weakly tried to resist as Percy toyed with her body, leading her with soft touches, and her body obediently followed his unspoken commands as if she were his pet. She fit perfectly in his arms, and though her mind screamed at her to stop, a traitorous part reminded her that this was Percy- he could do whatever he wanted to her, and she wouldn't say anything. Her body was tingling in long-forgotten ways- the last time she had experienced this pleasure was when she had been with Percy all those years ago.

And his smile.... Rachel knew that she would allow him to bend her over a couch and do whatever he wanted to her body as long as he continued to smile at her.

Percy hummed, finally brushing her soft lips with his. Sparks run through both of their bodies as Percy planted soft, quick and chaste kisses on Rachel's puffy pink lips.

"Painter, so you think you can take a job?" Percy whispered against Rachel's lips.

She remained unresponsive, her eyes glazed over in lust, her swollen pink lips parted. Percy gave her a gentle shake to wake her from her entranced state.

"Huh?" She jolted out of her lust-infused reverie, her cheeks heating up rapidly as blood rushed to her face.

"I want you to draw something."

"And you had to do that to tell me-"

Percy cut her off as he leaned in close, pressing his lips against her ear, lightly nibbling her ear. "I want you to strip naked, stand in front of a mirror and paint a picture of yourself. I will hang it in my bathroom." He kissed her inflamed cheek gently, completely contrasting his words, and ignored her indignant, embarrassed sputtering. "Maybe you can show me how you work when you do it."

Rachel's face was hotter than the sun, as her eyes glazed over in barely contained lust as she imagined the situation. Kinky.

Before he could tease her any further, his sensitive, godly hearing picked up the sound of soft humming.

Fuck.

His muscles kicked into overdrive, as he sprang from his seat, carrying Rachel bridal style. He moved with such speed as if she did not exist at all, as he sat her down on the repaired island, handing her an empty glass. Acting faster than he ever did, he sprang back into his seat on the floor, in front of the table, as he drew his bowl closer, violently shoving the last spoonful of disgusting cereal into his mouth.

"Hey, good morning, Pe-Percy!" Piper's face heated at an alarming rate as her kaleidoscopic eyes roved over Percy's bare chest, much like Rachel's had done. Blood rushed to her cheeks as she ogled the bare form of her crush, unable to tear her eyes away. Her jaw hung limp for a moment as she drooled over his chiselled frame, her pink lips parted.

Realising that she was gawking at the smoking hot Dark god, she looked around the dining room for other things to distract herself from the heat spreading through her core.

Her eyes fell on Rachel, still dazed, still holding the empty glass in her hand, clad only in a small green bikini top and shorts.

"What is she wearing?!" The daughter of Aphrodite screeched, jealousy and animosity for the redheaded Oracle thick in her voice.

Time: A Few Minutes Later

"What were you doing with her?!" Piper interrogated the unfortunate son of Poseidon as they jogged along the beach. Percy was towards the sea, not bothered by the water lapping at his feet, clad in the same shorts he was wearing since the day before, and a sleeveless Sabaton 'Heroes' t-shirt.

His godly earphones were plugged into his ears, his personal Sabaton Spotify playlist playing on shuffle. He slightly nodded his head as he jogged beside the daughter of Aphrodite, not outright headbanging to the high energy beat of Counterstrike, Joakim's voice speaking the lyrics at a high speed.

He shrugged in response, pointing towards his earphones to say that he could not hear her, though her words were clear as crystal even through the heavy metal.

The sun was up, bathing the tropical island in its golden light. The scorching heat of the day was yet to come at full force, but Percy could feel himself sweating slightly. The perennial tropical sea breeze helped to alleviate the heat a bit, buffeting his, and ruffling his messy raven hair. Seagulls and other birds soared in the sky, calling shrilly to one another, joined by the gentle sound of leaves rustling as the palm trees that lined the beach swayed in the breeze. 

His mind was not on the song, nor on the beautiful weather around him. His dark sea-green eyes were blatantly ogling the girl he was running with.

Piper, one of the Seven, daughter of Aphrodite, 23 years old when she was given partial immortality, with her immortal mother volunteering her to his harem.

The brown hair of the half-Cherokee girl was pulled back in a ponytail, a single lock braided with a red coloured harpy feather. Blonde highlights ran down her ponytail. Her sun-kissed, perfectly tanned skin glistened with sweat, golden in the light of day. Her kaleidoscopic eyes swirled in a variety of colours, a feature unique to her, out of all children of Aphrodite. Percy could easily appreciate the love genes flowing through her veins, though she had inherited a part of her drop-dead gorgeous look from her Cherokee father.

But only her face did not exhaust the list.

She was by far the biggest cocktease at Camp.

Her massive boobs, on the later half of the D-cup spectrum, swung and madly jiggled as she jogged, despite the tight, restraining bra she wore.

Percy briefly wondered if all the girls on the island possessed the perfect pair of large, firm, soft, round with absolutely no sag, tits that every hot-blooded male envisioned. He did not know. So far, all the girls he had seen- even Athena and Drew- had the same, identical pair of perfect tits, but Percy did not want variety. Must be some godly thing. There were some slight differences in size, but otherwise... the only three who had RELATIVELY small chests were the Little Big Three, but they were only fifteen. Percy felt a bit grossed out that he was estimating his sisters' boob sizes, but... godly genes.

You could find no complaint coming from him.

Her white shirt stuck to her skin with sweat, almost turning transparent, and allowing Percy to see her golden skin, and toned stomach through the white fabric. Her cheeks had assumed a slightly pink tinge as she felt his eyes roving her body, mentally undressing her, but she did not stop his ogling, nor did Percy care.

His mind provided him an image, mother and daughter, the pale-skinned Aphrodite and the golden-skinned Piper, pressing their massive boobs to his face. His face was wrapped in a warm sea of milky, soft, smooth and warm, tit-flesh. Large, erect nipples, pink and chocolate brown, glistened with saliva. He wondered if he could milk the two, like his lewd, private, pet dairy.

Hmm... maybe he could add Ruby, too, to the mother and two daughters trio.

Percy felt the lion roar again, his massive erection pressing harshly against his enchanted boxers, making him uncomfortable, the discomfort making it difficult for him to keep pace with the woman he was fantasizing about.

Falling behind had its perks, though.

He had a prime view of Piper's toned ass, stretching her track pants taught. Her curvy body, toned stomach leading to a wide, childbearing waist, giving her a perfect hourglass figure much like her mother and siblings.

"Stop staring at my ass, Pervy."

Percy ignored the jab at his name, instead retorting, "What can I do? I have quite the sweet tooth, I find."

Piper blushed again at his implications, though Percy could not see it. "You're a terrible flirt."

Percy did not respond. Piper continued, in a jealous tone now. "And-and you are constantly flirting with all the girls, acting like a playboy, and the others seem to enjoy it, too, constantly hogging you all to themselves." She ranted, "This morning, too, Rachel was showing sooo much skin in front of you, and she was making moony eyes at you. She-she-" Her voice trembled.

She was suddenly tackled to the ground. The daughter of Aphrodite twisted to meet Percy's dark sea-green eyes with her own. She felt tears welling in her eyes, and unknowingly, her kaleidoscopic eyes changed to reflect her crush's shade.

Percy pinned her to the sand, hoping desperately that she had not noticed his discarded, dirty shirt lying just a few feet away. He did not want her knowing that he had spent the night with Thalia right there, just after her rant.

He felt a fierce protectiveness rise up in his chest as he saw tears in her eyes. His heart broke at the shade her eyes had changed to. His own.

A drop of water hit Piper's cheek.

She hiccuped, trying to stifle the sobs threatening to escape from her throat. "Wh-why are you crying? I thought I was supposed to be the crybaby here, Dark god."

Percy snorted. "I'm not crying, Beauty Queen." His voice trembled, notwithstanding.

He cupped her cheek tenderly, "Your eyes are so perfect, beautiful. Not broken and insane like mine."

"Oh," Piper spoke in a small voice. They remained silent for some time, neither bothering to change their position, Piper enjoying the feeling of being pinned beneath the dominating son of Poseidon. 

Percy laughed, breaking the uncomfortable silence with a beautiful sound. "How did we come to this? I was just ogling you some seconds ago."

Piper allowed herself a small smile. Feeling a burst of confidence, she eyed Percy's lips. "I see nothing stopping you from taking it to the next step."

Percy raised an eyebrow, but his snide remark was cut off when Piper leaned up, pressing her lips to his in a chaste kiss.

Percy gasped when she broke away a few moments later. His mind had gone blank for that few moments, even though he had had much better kisses. The sweet taste of her lips still lingered on his. "How..."

Piper smiled sheepishly. She had unconsciously let some love magic slip into the kiss.

"I lost control." Her eyes searched his face, again feeling a bit insecure. "Will you stay with me a few hours?"

Percy cupped her cheek, pecking her lips softly again. "I'll stay as long as you want me to."

Piper grinned up at him, her dark sea-green eyes, identical to his, shining with emotion. "Now, I want more, Dark god. Hot and steamy."

Percy cocked a grin. "Are you now going to call me that?"

Piper parted her soft lips to respond, but Percy did not allow her to as he swooped down to claim her lips with his own, dominating the kiss as he slipped his tongue into her mouth for a French kiss.

Hot and steamy, just as she had requested.

In his ears, ignored in favour of the hot and sexy girl pinned beneath Percy, Joakim continued singing, "Come suck my metal machine!"

Time: A few hours later

"Just a minute." Percy gritted his teeth as he injected himself with the first syringe of the day, one of many more to come.

He closed his eyes, breathing deeply to calm himself as he pushed the clear serum into his immortal bloodstream. Slowly, with a slight sting in his arm, the pounding of the cannons in his head went away, and so did Annabeth's mutilated corpse, fading into the dark realms of his nightmares.

Pain, he could take. War, he could take. The only nightmares he could not bear were Smelly Gabe and Annabeth. Two people so different, one a demon from hell, the other a beautiful apparition from heaven, one fuelling fear in life, the other fuelling fear in death.

"Are you okay? We can call off the sparring session for later." A soft, worried voice spoke in his ear.

Percy shook his head, inhaling deeply as he discarded the empty syringe, rubbing the swollen spot where he had injected himself.

He opened his eyes a minute later, standing up, ready for the spar.

"You really shouldn't be doing this if you are not ready."

Pervy allowed himself a cocky grin as he examined his opponent. "I think I will thrash you even if I am sick, powerless and unarmed."

Long, silky black hair done in an elegant braid with thin gold threads and thrown over her shoulder. Dark onyx eyes brimming with disguised worry. A royal, aristocratic face that belonged to a goddess. Smooth, tanned, golden skin, slightly lighter than his own skin tone.

Reyna snorted. "We both know you will."

She was wearing an enchanted sports bra that contained her tits, so that it did not get in her way during combat. The mechanism was similar to Percy's boxers. Although he could not estimate just how large her breasts were- she always kept her enchanted sports bra on- he knew they were large enough to force her to wear enchanted underwear. Her cleavage was clearly visible, her smooth, golden skin leading to the dark shadows of enchantments. The enchantments almost made her look, and feel, flat-chested.

His eyes wandered down. Smooth tanned skin glistened with sweat on her slim, tanned stomach, with slight abs. Sexy. Her luscious thighs, hidden by the thin fabric of her mid-length yoga pants, tight on her long, slender legs. Unfortunately, they ended at her calves, hiding most of her skin from his view. Her ass was her most attractive feature when her tits were concealed behind her enchanted sports bra, stretching the fabric of her yoga pants tight, threatening to rip at any moment, but somehow, Reyna managed to spar in that. Toned, firm flesh of a perfect behind, hidden behind thin, black fabric.

So easy to tear.

Reyna snapped her fingers, making Percy look up to her red face. Despite the blush on her face, a furious glare was directed at him. "Rules." She growled through gritted teeth.

It was Percy's turn to blush, remembering his time at New Rome, when he had shamelessly flirted, and even slept with many female legionnaires, while he humiliated the males in combat.

"No powers allowed." Percy nodded his head gravely, if he used his powers, then not only Reyna, but Ares, too, would be flattened. She continued, "No groping in the middle of a battle. No ripping apart clothes in the middle of a battle." For emphasis, she tugged at her thin yoga pants.

Percy raised his hand, like a child in school. "Yes?" Reyna snapped at him, knowing something irritating was about to follow.

"Wouldn't it be better then, if you fought without those clothes on, because they sure look like they are about to rip."

A furious punch launched itself at Percy's face, aiming to break his nose and knock out a few teeth at one go.

Nonchalantly, he tilted his head to the side, letting Reyna's fist crash into the concrete wall beside his head. Solid concrete crunched, and worried about her health, Percy felt thankful that Calypso had forced her to wear enchanted wraps on her fists at all times.

"Shut up." The daughter of Bellona growled, feeling humiliated.

Percy blew her a kiss, before jumping aside to avoid the knee aimed at his groin.

He stood loosely, clad in the slightly dirty t-shirt he had been wearing while with Piper. Reyna slammed her foot into the end of her spear, making it soar into her hand gracefully. She held it up, pointing it at the unarmed god.

"Draw your weapon."

In response, Percy raised his two fists, finally getting into a combat position, as he crouched low, his knees bent in anticipation.

Reyna raised an eyebrow. "Your arrogance will be your undoing."

Percy allowed himself a cocky grin. "We'll see."

The dojo was a wonderful place, where many girls spent at least three hours every day, either working out or sparring. It was located on the ground floor itself, beside the showers, which were rarely used. It had several buttons on a control panel right beside the entrance. One could select to work out at a regular mortal gym, a godly gym, or spar with dummies or other combatants, barehanded or with weapons.

Percy weaved through Reyna's expert stabs, jabs and swipes, his reflexes kicking into overdrive as his body moved on muscle memory. He ducked beneath a swipe at his head, slapping away the sharp tip of the spear as he tried to close the distance between them, forced away as Reyna jumped back, again with her dratted Imperial Gold spear in front of her.

Percy rolled to the side as she jabbed repeatedly at him, rising to his feet, his knees bent in preparation to lunge at her. He was forced back, however, forced to evade as she swiped at his feet.

He might have bitten off more than he could chew.

The ex-Praetor was untouchable, as she kept him at bay with the longer reach of her weapon. Percy's bare fists only posed a problem, albeit a serious one, in close quarters. With his powers cut off, his weapons taken away, Percy was helpless, as long as she succeeded in evading his strength.

She had him on the back foot. She could win this. With renewed vigour, Reyna resumed her attacks, seeking to end this as quickly as possible, swiping and jabbing and lunging in quick succession.

What never failed to piss Percy off, was how people continued to forget that he was capable of strategic planning, especially in case of a battle. Granted, it was a skill he developed a bit late, but still, folks!

Exploiting Reyna's obvious intention to keep him at a distance, and her nervousness, Percy danced around her spear, just outside of her reach, occasionally stepping in as if to attack, and threatening Reyna to execute complex evasive manoeuvres in the middle of her relentless barrage.

Slowly, but surely, he was tiring her out as she continued to wield her heavy spear. Even strength and stamina like the Roman ex-Praetor's,  couldn't last forever. Her moves became sloppy, her footing faltering.

Seeing his opportunity, Percy sidestepped a careless, sloppy jab, immediately securing a firm grip on Reyna's weapon. With a mighty tug, the battle came to an end as the off-balance Roman was sent flying towards the god, connected by her firm grip on her captive spear.

Wasting no time, Percy violently wrenched her spear from her hands, throwing the Imperial Gold weapon aside as he slammed his upper arm into her throat, making the ex-Praetor gag and choke as he pinned her to the wall. Her arms were captive, held by his other hand, pinned above her head. She was held up by a knee between her legs.

Fearfully, she opened her eyes, her onyx gaze meeting dark, sea green orbs barely centimetres from her face. Reyna could feel Percy's warm breath on her face, his lips almost brushing hers, his intoxicating, musky scent overwhelming her mind. His strong arms holding her captive, one arm cutting off her airflow, choking her slightly, the other restrained her.

Reyna was by no means short, standing taller than most others in the legion, but Percy was... the epitome of everything masculine, and dominant in every aspect, dwarfing the other males through the sheer power rolling off of him, that marked him as a natural alpha. His genes aggressive, his love rough.

Her sheer helplessness as Percy dominated her shorter frame, sent jolts of arousal coursing through her core, and Reyna prayed to all the gods who would listen to her, that the Dark, smoking hot immortal restraining her would not be able to feel her warmth, and increasing wetness, her aroused womanhood separated from his knee only by her panties and a thin layer of black fabric.

His knee was pressing against her wet, aroused pussy, and no matter how hard Reyna tried to keep her arousal to a minimum, her sweet, warm honey escaping her throbbing, needy cunt.

A cocky grin was all that told her that Percy knew how lustful she felt in that position. She averted her eyes, refusing to meet his, humiliated and ashamed at her body's reactions.

A harsh grip jerked her chin, forcing her face to meet his. Reluctantly, Reyna met Percy's fierce eyes, clouded with burning lust.

"No need to be ashamed, Praetor." He purred predatorily, his voice sweet and inviting, yet his tongue so sharp that one could cut oneself if they were not careful. "I like you as you are. Submissive. Mine."

And his sweet lips descended upon hers, his harsh aggressiveness, his tall, muscular, superior frame roughly dominating her smaller, delicate body.

Percy kissed her roughly, trying to convey all the raw emotions coursing through his being in a steamy kiss.

And she kissed back, with equal, if not greater, enthusiasm.

Chapter 21: Living his Life: Part 3

Time: Same Day, Sunset

Phoebe and Atalanta cuddled into Percy's sides as he held them close, not fully understanding what was going on. Well, that was mostly because he was watching the football match on the TV. Bayern were thrashing Barcelona.

And he was loving every moment of it.

The sun was setting outside, and the bright day was slowly turning into night.

Percy leaned his back against the glass door, enjoying the slight warmth of the setting sun, his eyes glued to the massive television screen mounted on the opposite wall. His skin stung slightly from the chill of the AC, a delicious feel against his tanned skin. The warmth of the two girls snuggled close into his sides comforted him, keeping the nightmares at bay. Their soft, silky hair tickled his skin, their floral scent on his mind. Their smooth, bare skin pressing against his bare chest, their legs pressing against his.

His heart raced, though his close proximity to the two Huntresses was not the only reason.

His lips twitched upwards of their own accord, his eyes shining with glee as Coutinho, recently subbed on, scored another goal.

The kisses he had shared with the other girls were still fresh on his mind, and Percy knew that he was... digging his own grave. They would find out eventually. Hestia already knew, Piper suspected... and he knew that others had some gist of what was going on, especially the loose-lipped Aphrodite.

"Why are you shirtless anyway?" Atlanta started, only for Phoebe to complete her line. "Have you no shame?"

Percy snickered. "Were you twins in a past life?"

"That doesn't answer our question." The blonde asked.

"Shh, I'm watching the match." Percy reached for the remote, but it was already in Phoebe's hands. She flicked the remote out of his reach, switching through the channels.

"Hey, I was watching that!" Percy's protests fell on deaf ears, as she continued to surf through the wide array of channels.

"Football, football, football again." Phoebe wrinkled her nose as she watched Chelsea pass, and lose the ball to Tottenham. "What is this garbage?"

"Premier League," Percy muttered, but she was not paying attention, as she passed the remote to Atalanta.

"Basketball," she intoned bored, "Is there no good sports channels? Why are you even watching- ah, wrestling."

She watched for a few seconds, but then wrinkled her nose in disgust as she changed channels again. "Golf... ah-archery."

Phoebe voiced her thoughts, "Ugh, disgusting. Who would want to look at that when you have this sexy body right here?"

She laid her palm flat on Percy's chest, sending goosebumps up the god's skin, as she batted her eyelashes at him, staring up at him with her dark eyes.

Percy felt his self-control finally snap.

"Hey, I was watching-" Atalanta was cut off abruptly, as she yelped in surprise.

Percy effortlessly picked up the two girls, one in each arm, and slammed them down on the table, treating them like ragdolls.

His strong grip tightened on their wrists, preventing them from struggling, their legs held captive by his own as he straddled the two on the table, restraining them, but taking care not to hurt the two Huntresses.

He pinned their hands to the table beside their heads, mashing their bodies close together under him.

They looked sexy in that position, imprisoned to the table next to each other, sharply contrasting the other, yet so similar.

Atalanta had lustrous, silky blonde hair, a shade unique to children of Apollo, a bright shade of gold that reflected the sun's might. Her eyes, a beautiful azure like the clear sky, shined with barely hidden lust as she struggled futilely in his strong grip. Percy noted absentmindedly that her eyes were almost the same shade as Aphrodite. Her slightly tanned skin, was perfect, a feature that all children of the sun possessed, much like their Poseidon counterparts. Her full, puffy pink lips were parted slightly as she panted.

"Le-Let me go, Jackson!"

Phoebe had a.... much more dangerous beauty, like a thorny rose. Her hair, was the same shade of dark red as a rose, flowing in a dark curtain, distinct from Rachel's fiery red hair or Artemis' dark auburn. Her dark, almost black, eyes held a fierce aggression as she violently struggled to free herself from his grip, her teeth gritted. The layers of anger burning in her eyes, cleverly hid the lust deep inside, the Huntress doing her best to keep her carnal desires hidden. Her pale, creamy skin glistened in the light, her cheeks tinged pink despite her best attempts to hide her blush. She did not have an aristocratic face like Reyna, but her face reflected beautiful danger, with sharp features and dangerous shadows.

The two Hunters had tits much larger than average, and Percy estimated Atalanta's firm tits to be at least mid C- cup and Phoebe's to be slightly larger. Not as large as the immortals, or the children of love on the island, but very close, with an almost negligible difference. They looked much more delicious mashed against each other on the table, beneath him, and Percy resisted the urge to tear their shirts off with his teeth, and then, like a mindless animal, devour their delicious boobs. They were wearing tight bras, despite that, their milky tit-flesh jiggled and bounced madly, mesmerizing him as they struggled.

His eyes hungrily roved their restrained forms, making them shiver as they felt dark, sea-green eyes mentally undressing them. His eyes wandered down from Atlanta's conservative, plain white t-shirt to Phoebe's slightly ripped t-shirt, which revealed her creamy, pink shoulders and toned, slightly muscular stomach. Matching black shorts hid curvy, broad waists that invited Percy to wrap his arms around them. Their bare thighs, smooth skin glistening in the light, pressed against each other.

They looked so small beneath him.

The oldest surviving Hunters, restrained by the Dark son of Poseidon, their strong, combat-hardened bodies delicate and frail as a flower before his aggression.

Percy wondered how thrusting between those thick thighs would feel, the two Hunters wrapping their thighs around his massive cock, scissoring each other with his impressive manhood between them.

He grinned down at the town blushing Hunters. "You know what, I think you are finally at your rightful place."

"Wh-what do you mean, Jackson?" Atalanta asked, her cheeks inflamed.

His grin turned to a devilish smirk, that made the Hunters' knees weak, and their underwear wet in anticipation. "I'll tie you up with lots of silk and ribbons, and serve the two of you for dessert. With lots of fruits and cream. Maybe you can provide the milk, too."

Seeing the girls' faces drown in red, he continued, intent on making them hornier than ever. "The best cooks always make their desserts look beautiful. I don't need to do that. My desserts are already the best." Not only the two beneath him, he was speaking for every girl on Ogygia when he said that.

"Sh-shut up, Jackson." Phoebe had steam coming out of her ears as she blushed down to her neck, her pale shoulders taking on a deeper shade of red. Atalanta seemed to have lost her capabilities of speech, her mouth just opening and closing, no words coming out. Her face resembled an open bucket of red paint.

Percy decided to move in for the kill, just as Phoebe opened her mouth to say something.

He leaned down, finally taking away her ability to speak.

His lips pressed gently against her soft lips, just a chaste touching of lips that made the daughter of Ares jolt. Her struggles stopped, and she lay still for a moment on the table, before, excitedly, she kissed back as well as her lack of experience would allow.

Percy led her like a puppet on strings, never deepening the kiss, but content with memorizing every contour of her soft, pink lips, their lips moving together in sync.

Phoebe's enthusiasm more than made up for her lack of skill, as she tried to convey all the burning emotions threatening to burst her heart.

Percy felt Atalanta's eyes on them, as she pressed herself closer to them, shivers and gentle tremors of arousal running through her body.

A thought, a startling realization formed in his brain, making him break his passionate liplock with his favourite daughter of Ares.

He grinned down at the breathless, red-haired girl, his eyes wandering over to his favourite daughter of Apollo. His smile widened, as he leaned in close again, this time, with his lips close to their ears. Red mixed with gold, forming a glowing halo of smooth, soft hair on the table, making two of his angels look even more divine than they usually did. The blood-red light of the sunset light gave their smooth skin a divine, red glow, as if they were bathed in blood.

The blood of all his enemies.

He felt a smile tug at his lips as they shivered, feeling his hot breath on their skin. "You two are a set... a beautiful set that should never be parted. I hope you won't mind if I take the both of you for my own use."

He shifted his head, so his lips were hovering over Atalanta's, a hair's breadth from her parted, soft, pink lips. She exhaled a breath that she did not even know she had been holding, her heart racing in excitement and anticipation as she eyed the lips she so desired.

"Now, Phoebe..." Percy whispered huskily against her lips, "Let me introduce your sister to what you just felt. What say you?"

Without waiting for her answer, he closed the distance between them, finally satisfying Atalanta's deepest desires as his lips pressed to hers.

Time: An Hour Later

"If you really do not follow my orders, there is nothing I can do for you, Percy." Calypso intoned in a bland voice.

The day outside was dark, night had fallen. The dark purple sky over the tropical island was dotted with stars that one wouldn't see anywhere else in the world. An entire world drawn in the black canvas of the skies. The wind had changed direction, but still, the pleasant breeze blew, entering the room through the open window, and ruffling the green leaves of the moonlace plant potted on the windowsill. The white flower, exposed to the silver light of the moon, glowed a pale silver. A sweet aroma of freshly cooked food and the invigorating smell of the garden right below the window, wafted in, completely giving the infirmary a different smell.

Percy had been in Calypso's infirmary in her (his) newly improved house in Ogygia, enough times, that his mind had unconsciously related this delicious smell to medical wards, not the disgusting, sterile scent of disinfectants.

"You've been missing sleep. A lot. Do I need to go to your room every night and make sure you sleep?"

"Yes please."

Calypso ignored him, though her cheeks tinged golden at his implications. "You've taken four syringes today. Improvement..."

She looked up at him, scrutinizing him. "Unless you're having nightmares, and not using the syringes I prescribed you."

Percy gulped. That had been precisely what he had been doing.

The Titaness' eyes caught that little movement, just a small bob of his Adam's apple, and she threw her hands up in exasperation. "Lo! The Dark god thinks himself to be above diseases. Oh, I think we should all bow down to you, o divine Lord of all that is Dark!"

Although her words stung slightly as she essentially reminded him that he was in a sense, 'evil', Percy knew that she was saying it out of worry for him.

He himself felt a bit bad for disobeying his orders. She spent night and day searching for proper medication for him, and spent at least an hour every day personally preparing soups and herbs and potions for him.

Calypso looked cute as she ranted, Percy decided. Ichor rushed to her cheeks in anger as she shouted at him, giving her pale skin a golden tint. Her caramel hair was braided in a simple, yet elegant braid, and thrown over her shoulder in her signature style. Her soft skin and gentle features were appropriate on a gentle, divine Titaness like her, accentuated by the glowing silver flower in her soft, silky hair. Her amber eyes shined, her soft pink lips parted, forming words that did not register in Percy's mind. Her voice, like the soft tinkling of bells, did not belong in this mortal plane- it belonged on a divine angel from the Isles of Blest. Her floral scent, lemon and rose and moonlace, overwhelmed his mind.

His eyes travelled down her slender neck to trace her collarbones, before drifting down to her chest. Calypso was not wearing a bra- she never did, lacking a suitable selection of clothes, something which Percy sought to rectify in the near future- and her erect nipples poked through her thin dress, clearly visible. Soft, hard pebbles of sensitive flesh on milky tits, similar D cup tits that Annabeth possessed, and even without a restraining bra, her massive tits sat firm on her chest, soft and round, like two divine pillows of soft flesh, jiggling every time she moved.

Her soft, slender arms seemed so fragile and delicate. She was clad in the only dress she possessed- the white dress with gold trimmings that she had sewn over and over again during her confinement on the island. Lace covered her back and waist, allowing him a sneak peek at her smooth, creamy skin, but hiding his goal from view. Her ass was round and firm, soft like her tits, jiggling with every movement.

Percy's hands itched to grope her, to molest her innocent body, to spank her and to suck on her boobs until her undoubtedly delicious nipples were sore, but he restrained his animalistic desires.

"-Are you even listening?!" Calypso suddenly shouted at him, shaking him out of his thoughts.

Seeing his complete blank look, the Titaness sighed, taking a deep, shuddering breath to calm herself. She rubbed her eyes tiredly, making Percy shrink in his seat.

"Just-just-" She again took a deep breath, gesturing offhandedly towards a disgusting mixture that sat on the table beside her, that Percy had to drink every night. "Just drink this, take your medicines, and get out of here. Leave me alone."

She collapsed heavily in a chair, drawing it in front of her working desk, without looking back to see if Percy had had his medication or not.

Percy looked towards her, feeling saddened, but respected her wishes and need for privacy. Silently, he gulped down the bitter-tasting fluids, without protest, grimacing slightly as he popped in a cube of ambrosia to refresh the horrible taste in his mouth.

He turned to leave, and had one foot through the door, when he heard a slight sound. A hiccup.

Calypso was sobbing.

The Titaness was sitting in front of her desk, facing away from him, her head in her hands as her body was wracked with quiet sobs. The moonlace in her hair had been ripped off, an action which the Titaness normally never did, her braid undone. Soft caramel hair cascaded down her back, obscuring her smooth skin from his view.

Percy decided he no longer wanted to be ignored by her.

Disregarding the fact that she was sobbing, Percy stormed back into the room, furious at himself. He picked up Calypso from her chair with one arm, effortlessly as if she weighed nothing, slamming her fragile body into the wall. The Titaness whispered at his harshness, struggling in his grip as her hands were restrained behind her by one of his larger paws. She was held up by his knee, planted between her luscious, soft thighs. She bit her lip, fearful yet excited and aroused at his roughness.

"Look at me." Tears streamed down her face, thinking she had angered him in some way, and Calypso flinched at his harsh voice, looking away. At any moment, she would be hit by the god who took on Titans as a mortal, and her delicate body would give.

"I told you to look at me," Percy growled dangerously, but still, she did not obey.

She whimpered as she felt a harsh grip on her chin, forcing her to look up at him. Her bloodshot amber eyes, wet and shining with tears that streamed down her face, met dark sea green.

"Now, tell me what is wrong." It was nothing short of a strict command, and Percy expected to be obeyed.

"N-nothing."

"Do not hide things from me, princess." His voice was low and dangerous.

Calypso suddenly felt a burst of anger jolt through her veins. Who was this god, daring to threaten her?

"You want to know what's wrong?! Well, I'll tell you." She snapped. "Years after you left, leaving me alone on this island, this boy came along. A son of Hephaestus, Leo. He told me he could get me off this island. I felt so happy for a while, an entire two days I was happy, the first time I was truly happy since you were with me. You know why?! Because I could finally be with you. I could see you after all these years. But then, Leo told me, that you were with Annabeth, and he knew you, and you had never once mentioned me. I was so sad, I was waiting for you to rescue me, and you were with another girl, and had forgotten all about me. I saved your life." She hissed.

"I refused. It would have been too painful to meet you. I refused freedom, because I was naïve enough to think that I could be happy, that you would rescue me. And now, look what has happened! Fate really has a way of twisting our lives, we are in a fine pickle, aren't we?!" She laughed shrilly. "I'm now just a rebound for you to get over Annabeth's death."

Percy felt tears choking him at her rant, and he suddenly regretted the anger boost he had given her so that she would spill everything.

"I-I tried. The-the gods refused," He spoke, and Calypso turned sad for a moment, looking down. "I'm sorry." She whispered.

"No-no," his voice broke, "I-I should be the one apologising."

He let the Titaness go, but she did not move away from him, instead resting her head on his broad chest. She drew a shuddering breath, listening to Percy's racing heart as he wrapped his arms around her.

"I-I promise that I'll follow everything you say from now on, Caly. Yo-You'll never be alone again."

"Never mind, Percy. I have decided that I won't fall for you anymore. I have done that once, I won't make the same mistake twice."

He looked at her sadly. "Do-Don't say that. You don't know anything yet.... Can I tell you a secret?"

Calypso hummed, looking up at him from her position on his chest. Her chin was resting on his sternum.

"You were my first crush."

She looked up at him with wide amber eyes, a bright smile tugging at her lips. "Really?" Her voice was childish, as if she had discovered a chocolate castle.

Percy nodded, smiling down at her.

A new flame of hope was rekindled in Calypso's lonely heart, an old, buried desire for the son of Poseidon burning brightly again.

She leaned up to stand on her tiptoes, softly pressing her lips to Percy's. Both of them felt sparks fly when their lips met, soft and warm and slightly wet from the previous tears. Although it was just a chaste touching of lips, Percy felt Calypso's emotions, her insecurity, through their contact.

"My first kiss." She smiled at him, when she pulled away a moment later, sporting a bright golden blush and a shit-eating grin.

Percy smiled down back at her. "Maybe there's hope for us, yet."

Time: That Night

Percy's blood called for him to step outside. The night was so fine, so beckoning, but he refrained, remembering his promise to Calypso.

Just a bottle of water, and he would take another few sleeping pills, and go to bed.

He did not really want to go back, the nightmares were too much for him to bear. He pressed his wrist against his sweaty forehead, trying to block out the hellish memories that replayed over and over again in his mind. He felt his eyes sting and burn, but no tears fell- he had run out of those a long time ago.

The night outside was so beckoning, no different than the others before it, but yet, so alluring. The dark sky, studded with stars, wisps of dark clouds floating in the endless heavens. The dark, glistening sea that softly swept the sandy beaches with soft waves, beckoned him. The wind was especially strong tonight, swaying the trees and making the relatively calm waters of the pool choppy. The waning crescent moon was reflected in a thin slice of silver in the glistening waters of the pool.

Fifteen minutes, Percy told himself.

He would stay here for a maximum of fifteen minutes more.

The dining room was silent behind him, as he stared out of the sliding glass door, a chilled bottle of iced water in his hand, his back resting against the table.

"Can't sleep again?"

"How do you know?" He lolled his head back, watching Artemis upside down as she casually sauntered up to his side. The moon goddess sat down beside him, drawing her knees to her chest as she rested her chin on them, staring outside.

Percy straightened his head to stare at her, taking in her divine form and nightly attire.

Her dark auburn hair fell in soft curls to her back, a rat's nest in her sleepy state. Still, she managed to look more beautiful than many minor goddesses he had seen. Her sleepy silver eyes stared outside with a sudden attention, that made them sparkle and shine in the moonlight. Her pale, creamy skin seemed to glow silver as she bathed in the moonlight, brightening up the world around her. Percy would not be surprised if that was in fact the case. Her face was one of the most beautiful ones he had ever had the pleasure of seeing, right up there with Aphrodite, Calypso, Hestia, Thalia and Piper. Despite being a battle-hardened Huntress, her face held a gentle softness to it, not the sharp, aristocratic features as Reyna had, but soft and gentle cheeks and nose on equally soft skin.

She was wearing a loose-fitting, shirt- Percy realised it was his shirt- that dipped down to her chest, revealing her smooth collarbones and slight cleavage. Because Artemis was always in her twelve-year-old body, Percy was the only male, perhaps apart from Apollo, who had seen her tits, perfection given physical form, rivalling Aphrodite, soft and firm, jiggling madly with every breath she took. A slim, toned stomach with lithe muscles gave her a dangerous, graceful look. Her toned body led to a slim waist, and a firm, toned ass. Her massive tits were mashed against her slim legs, the boxers she was wearing, had slipped, giving him a glimpse of her smooth, slim waist. Her thighs were thick and luscious, creamy and soft, and Percy wanted to use them as his earmuffs.

Wait, back up a bit. Familiar navy blue told Percy to whom those boxers belonged. The lion in his loins stirred when he realised that the man-hating, maiden goddess of the moon, desired and lusted after by all Greek males, was wearing his old, discarded boxers.

His mind provided him with a lewd image of Artemis and Thalia scissoring, moaning in wanton lust as they leaned back, Cathy, Cynthia, Angela and Sydney sucking on their massive tits. Phoebe and Atalanta were locked in a passionate kiss with their man-hating leaders, while Ruby had her face buried in their dripping, grinding snatch.

Percy discarded the image, but not before he silently vowed to make his imagination reality, and he would, if all went to plan.

Artemis snorted, jolting Percy out of his thoughts as she replied sarcastically. "I don't know, maybe it's because you are sitting in the dining room in the middle of the night for no reason? Perhaps you can tell me more."

Percy sighed, "The nightmares, you know? They are eating me alive."

Artemis scooted closer to him, throwing a comforting arm over his shoulder as she pulled herself closer to his warm, muscular body. "Hey, Percy, I know alright? You can tell me everything."

Percy laughed humourlessly. "No, Artemis, you don't know anything, okay?! You go to sleep, and lights out, that's it! Me, I have been awake for the past month, always sleepy, but never being able to doze off. It's like the Russian sleep experiment!"

"Hey, no need to snap at me like that, okay?!"

Percy continued, ignoring her. "Calypso means good, really she does, she is just too naïve, sometimes, you know? I can't sleep, every time I try, there is.... just something there!"

"And that's why you slept beside my lieutenant, who, incidentally, has sworn off men, and has a crush on you?"

Percy was silent for a moment, surprised and thrown off. He had to be blind not to see the jealousy in her voice. "How do you know all this?"

He did not turn to her, instead staring off into the silent night, sad and reflecting on his misery. Artemis snorted, "I see everything that happens in the night. Goddess of the moon, does it ring any bells?"

"Thalia helped me keep the nightmares away, Artemis. Annabeth used to cuddle up with me.... I can't sleep alone, unless I'm absolutely exhausted, and ready to blackout. That is why I train in the night."

The moon goddess rested her head on his shoulder, her auburn hair soft and comforting against his arm. "Calypso was really sad and angry with you. I told her that you tried to free her years ago, but Zeus lied to you, but she wanted to hear it from you."

Artemis continued in a soft voice. "You have to take her shopping once, to buy her clothes and furniture. Not only her, Athena too."

Percy gave her a sceptical look at the last part, but Artemis only raised an eyebrow at him, her silver eyes shining fiercely. "What? She is my sister, too, you know?"

"She is a heartless bitch."

"Watch your tongue, Jackson." She switched over to his last name, like she always did whenever she was dissatisfied with him.

He continued to stare at her blankly. "Ares and Hercules are your brothers, too."

Artemis wrinkled her nose at that. "Unfortunately, my father can't keep it in his pants. Ignore that. Athena is nice, Hestia, Aphrodite and I can testify to that. She is just.... sad and angsty. You can talk to her to find out what's wrong."

"She tried to kill me. Several times."

"You are a son of Poseidon going out with her daughter."

"What?" She batted her perfect eyelashes at his raised eyebrow. "Gods have killed for less."

"We are really messed up." Artemis did not respond to that, merely humming in agreement.

They remained silent for a while, just enjoying each other's company. "Will you stay with me tonight?"

Artemis raised an eyebrow. "So bold of you to ask the man-hating maiden goddess of the moon to sleep in your bed."

Percy chuckled, surprisingly, Artemis was the first girl since Aphrodite who could talk to him without stuttering or blushing furiously. Or maybe she did, but her golden cheeks were hidden by her silver glow.

"Well, usually, I only have to turn up and all the girls drop their pants for me." Both of them chuckled at the truth in his words, "But I don't mean it like that."

"Oh? Then is this the part where you pin me to the table and kiss me roughly, as you did to Phoebe and Atalanta?"

"Aren't you angry?"

Percy's words died in his throat as his cheeks heated at an alarming rate. Artemis leaned in closer in response to his question, crawling on her hands and knees in front of him. The neckline of his loose t-shirt dipped down even further, giving him a view of her cleavage and her massive tits, swinging and bouncing enticingly. "Or maybe you'll take it a step further and take me on this table. No one will see us."

To emphasize her point, Artemis tugged at the shirt, slipping a pale, creamy shoulder to his viewing pleasure. Her soft skin flushed pink, glistening in the moonlight.

His shirt, which she had claimed for herself, hung crooked on her voluptuous body, showing her shoulder and much of her milky tits, inviting him to grope and molest her untouched body. And she was on her hands and knees in front of him, ready to worship his cock if he chose to finally let her touch the object of her desires, hidden away in his enchanted boxers. And unknown to her, he too, strained to reach her.

Percy growled deep in his throat. "Don't make me do something I'll regret later."

Artemis moaned at his aggressive voice, laying a small, soft hand on his chest. "Perhaps, then, I should take the first step." Her soft, pink lips were a hair's breadth away from his. Percy felt her breath in his face. She smelled of the forest, a fresh, calming scent of nature.

"I've been waiting for this for such a long time. I love you, Percy." Her entrancing, silver eyes flicked to his lips, finally breaking eye contact. His heart beat faster at the declaration, and he could see her silver eyes shining with love, dark with lust.

And Percy was tackled to the ground by a half-naked moon goddess, her soft lips locked with his, their tongues engaged in a struggle for dominance.

Chapter 22: Living his Life: Part 4

Time: Next Day

Percy thought that he was backing himself into a corner with every kiss he shared with a girl, but he couldn't help himself from ravaging their lips and tainting their innocence with his dark lust.

Last night, he and Artemis had cuddled and kissed all night, IN HIS BED.

He felt himself stir as the coffee began taking effect, and for the first time, he took note of the girl sitting beside him, cutely rambling on and on about something.

He yawned, covering his mouth with his hand. "Good morning, Cynthia."

Her cheeks tinted red. "Go-good mo-morning, Jackson."

He stared at her, still feeling sleepy. He wondered why she was blushing, or stuttering for that matter. He hadn't even said anything.

His sleep-deprived mind took some time to register that he was shirtless. The cool breeze of the air conditioning stung his skin, and he felt the warmth of the golden sunlight filtering through the glass door, on his tanned skin.

When did he lose his shirt?

Percy didn't know. The sleeping pills had given him a throbbing headache, and he wondered how that was even possible.

He eyed Cynthia, his gut telling him that she would be his next kiss.

Her straight, shiny black hair, so much like her mother, fell past her shoulders. Her dark eyes shined brightly, hiding... something deeper, beneath dark, perfect eyebrows; her pale skin glistening in the sunlight. She was wearing a loose, plain white nightshirt that hung down to her knees, revealing a bit of her collarbones.

Percy's eyes stopped for a moment on her visible cleavage, the smooth, creamy skin of her chest inviting. Her large tits jutted out of her otherwise toned and lithe body, her white, tight, restraining bra slightly visible through her white t-shirt. Her massive boobs jiggled softly with every breath she took, despite her bra. Her tits were slightly smaller than Phoebe and Atalanta's, perhaps a B- cup, but Percy could not tell for sure. Her erect nipples were slightly visible if he strained his eyes enough.

His eyes wandered her slim stomach to her wide, childbearing waist. Her short stature and curvy body completed her attractive, yet cute features, and Percy believed if it was not so hot on the tropical island, she and Hestia would form the perfect, short, curvy and cute, girl duo in his oversized hoodies. Her soft, creamy thighs led to slender, legs, that ended in small, cute feet.

His lewd mind, as always, provided him with an image. Cynthia kneeling in front of him, beside her mother, clad in a black latex suit, with a bright red ball gag in her small mouth, her pink, pouty lips sucking on her gag. Her hands were handcuffed behind her with fluffy pink cuffs, and a vibrator was pressed to her clit. Her moans of overwhelming pleasure were muffled by the ball gag. Nemesis' hands wandered over her daughter's body, massaging and groping. She tweaked Cynthia's erect nipples through the tight, glistening latex, before her slender, deft fingers wandered to Cynthia's exposed, dripping cunt forming a puddle of her orgasmic juices around her crotch. The Dark goddess of revenge rocked her slim, latex clad hips on a toy, invisible to him thanks to his position, which Percy assumed to be a dildo embedded in one of her holes.

Wait... where did Nemesis come into all this?

He was jolted out of his thoughts when Cynthia shook his shoulder gently, looking at him in worry. "Are you okay, Percy?"

He nodded, smiling assuringly at her, "Yeah, I just zoned out for a moment. What were you saying, again?"

"I was asking you if you had met my mother."

"Oh, yeah." He looked down at his half-empty cup of coffee. Percy faintly noted that he had unconsciously said 'half-empty. Was he pessimistic? He wouldn't be surprised if that was the case. "Wasn't she there when.... that happened?"

"Yeah, she was." It had become an unspoken rule to never mention Percy's meltdown directly.

Cynthia looked away from him. "I never knew her, you know."

"Many demigods never get to know their parents. You're lucky you have Artemis."

Ignoring Percy's unfortunately true observation, she continued, "She didn't even claim me, though I joined the Hunters after you had made it compulsory for every god to claim their children. At that time, there was another daughter of Nemesis with the Hunters, she told me that I was her half-sister."

She sniffed. "She didn't even recognize me, or talk to me. Hell, she didn't even acknowledge my existence, even when I was standing right next to her!"

Percy put his cup down from his lips, swirling the remnants of his coffee at the bottom of his blue cup, silent. What was he supposed to say?

Instead, he slung his arm around Cynthia's smaller body, effortlessly drawing her to his lap. He buried his face into her straight, silky hair, breathing in her smell, an unidentifiable scent that made him feel oddly nostalgic.

Cynthia's body, gently wracked with silent sobs, seemed so small and delicate in his lap.

Cynthia blushed furiously as she felt herself being drawn into her crush's chest. Her ears were on fire.

She felt the warmth of Percy's bare body on her smooth, cool skin. His sweet, invigorating scent of the ocean was foremost on her mind. She felt his scarred skin, patches of rough, bumpy tissue across otherwise smooth skin. His strong, muscular arms held her tightly against his broad, muscled chest, his biceps flexing involuntarily as he clutched her possessively, sending sharp jolts of unfiltered arousal through her core. His toned, diamond-hard abs pressed firmly against her side, and she felt her toned ass press against his crotch, sending blood rushing to her face.

She snuggled closer to his chest, pressing her cheek against a horizontal scar right above his heart. The rhythmic thumping of his heart was higher than usual, and the daughter of Nemesis smiled into his chest, knowing that she had such an effect on him.

"I-I'll talk to her when I see her next, Cynthia. I didn't know that she treated you like that."

Cynthia looked up at him through bloodshot, teary, dark eyes to meet dark sea green. "You would?"

Percy gulped the lump in his throat, and the Hunter's eyes flicked down, predatorily following the bob of his Adam's apple. He gripped her shoulders, shaking her to make her look at him. "Yes, I would." He smiled gently down at the obviously distraught, and hopeful, Huntress.

Cynthia felt her heart melt at the blinding, bright smile that the son of Poseidon sent her, and she found herself wondering how a Dark god could smile so brightly. It simply did not belong to a deity, who was responsible for most, if not all, the evil in the world.

She found that she could answer her question quite easily. Percy was not evil. He was Dark.

He was not evil the same way creepy emos are not evil.

She did not know what came over her, as she leaned up to press her lips softly to his. At that point, she wanted him to be hers, and only hers. And she would be his.

She would be his forever, even when he was not only hers. Even when she had to share him with the nineteen other girls in his harem, she would always be his. For his to do with as he liked.

Damn that sexy Dark god.

She pulled away before she could get used to the addictive feeling of his soft lips. Her lips tugged up in a bright smile of their own accord, and she stared up at him with happy eyes, all her previous sadness gone with a simple gesture, just like that.

Percy's eyes were wide, and his jaw was limp for a moment, before he snapped his jaw shut, his delicious lips tugging into a devilish, oh-so-sexy smirk that made Cynthia's underwear soak through.

How could he do that?

He should have been the god of perfection, masculine beauty and sex.

"I think we must do a retake. A proper kiss this time, princess." His husky voice was low, almost a growl, that sent shivers of barely suppressed arousal through Cynthia's core.

She could have orgasmed if he just continued to talk to her like that.

Her eyes flicked down to his lips, and she leaned down, so that her soft lips were barely centimetres away from his. She felt his fresh, minty breath on her face. "I don't see anyone stopping you." She whispered against his lips.

And just like that, as if a switch had been flipped, Percy hungrily devoured the Hunter's delicious lips, forcing her head back with his aggression as he kissed her passionately. Cynthia's eyes widened at his rough aggression, and she moaned into his mouth, deciding to close her eyes and allowing herself to enjoy his lips.

The soft warmth against hers made her mind blank with pleasure and arousal, their lips moving in sync in a soul-searing kiss.

She felt a warm, velvet tongue run along her lower lip, and she was unsure of what to do for a few seconds, cursing her lack of experience and skill. The next moment, Percy's tongue forced her soft lips apart, making her moan at his roughness.

Getting the cue, Cynthia allowed him to explore her mouth with his tongue, dominating the kiss, and allowing him to do whatever he pleased with her.

She had submitted herself completely to his whims.

Time: An Hour Later

"Yeah, Percy, do another!"

Cathy was having the time of her life.

Calypso had obviously instructed that Percy should not be allowed to go out to train at night. So, he was at the gym, working out under the Hunter's supervision.

He groaned, lying flat on the ground, the cool marble floor delicious against his hot, warm skin. "No more."

Cathy made a dissatisfied noise. She straddled his back, and rocked her hips to get him to stir. "Another hundred."

Percy gasped, "I can't do five thousand one hundred pushups!"

"Come on, Jackson! We need to get it to ten thousand!"

"Can't," He managed to gasp out.

Cathy pouted, leaning down to whisper conspiratorially in his ear. She smelled the musky scent of his sweat, mixed with his natural ocean scent, which sent shivers of arousal shooting through her core. "I'll give you a massage if you do that."

"You're giving me a massage anyway. Or I am telling Calypso what you did to me." Even the feeling of her tits pressed against his back couldn't inspire Percy to do a single one.

Cathy pouted. "You're no fun!"

When she was met with no response, she continued, "Take a few minutes to catch your breath. Then we are going on the bench press."

Saying so, the daughter of Nike left her spot from Percy's back, smiling to herself as she moved to the treadmill. Doing five thousand pushups with her on his back was no easy feat, even for an average god.

Percy gasped for breath again, turning on his back to watch her run on the treadmill. He struggled even to raise his head, instead, he wriggled himself around on the marble floor, so that he was in a prime position to watch her run. His chest rose and fell as he panted, his tanned skin tinged gold, slick with sweat as he lay on the cool marble floor.

Percy struggled for a moment, but managed to lose his sweaty, black workout t-shirt, fighting to free himself of the thin, soaked fabric sticking to his skin.

Despite the air conditioning, the heat of tropical Ogygia was getting to his divine self.

His dark sea-green eyes wandered over the girl running on the treadmill, barely feet from where he lay. She was facing away from him.

Percy thought that it was the worst way to recover from an intense workout. You know why?

Because she totally took his breath away.

His eyes immediately sought out her body, which was nearest to him, from his point on the floor. Her toned, slender legs led to a firm ass, just the perfect size for him to squeeze and molest her rear. Thin yoga pants hid the delicious fruit from his view, her ass swinging and swung, swaying slightly with her hips as she jogged on the treadmill before his very eyes.

His eyes wandered over her slim waist, and (mostly) covered back, to her smooth, soft hair. The dirty blonde hair of the daughter of Nike, tied back in a ponytail, jumped about as she ran. Her fragrant cologne wafted over to him, pleasant and soothing on his mind, handing thick in the air.

His eyes wandered to the mirror in the front of the treadmill.

Her sharp, aristocratic face with high cheekbones and perfect eyebrows, glistened with sweat, her tanned golden skin flushed pink as she exerted herself, pushing the speed of the treadmill higher. Much like Reyna's, her beautiful, half-lidded, almond-shaped brown eyes, shined. Her soft, pink lips were parted as she panted.

Her chest was covered with a tight sports bra. Cathy had the smallest tits on the island, apart from the Little Big Three, and she was a bit self-conscious around the others because of that. Doesn't mean that her breasts didn't compare. The goddesses on Ogygia set a pretty high bar. Cathy's boobs, slightly small B cup, sat firm and round on her tall, slim frame, perfect for her body. Her sports bra was stretched over her chest, her erect nipples slightly poking through the fabric. Despite the restraining fabric, her tits swung and bounced as she ran.

His eyes flicked down to her toned stomach, exposed under her sports bra. Slight abs were visible on her golden, tanned stomach, straining as she exercised, glistening with sweat. Her thick thighs looked soft and inviting, jiggling deliciously as she ran. Prominent, visible hip bones led to the plain 'v' of her crotch, the delicious fruit Percy desired hidden behind several layers of cloth.

The daughter of Nike was wearing neon Nike jogging shoes. Duh.

Suddenly, he saw Cathy lying on a soft, large bed, which he recognised as his. He was facing her, and the Hunter looked up at him with wide, brown, innocent eyes. Her soft, puffy pink lips were wrapped around his cock, only the bulbous head of his cock in her warm, wet mouth. Her velvet tongue swirled around his head, lapping up his precum. The gentle curve of Cathy's ass was eye candy to him. Her tits were mashed against the bed, her cheeks hollowed as she obediently, desperately, served her owner. Percy felt himself smile down at her, and reach out to grab her....

"Enjoy staring at my ass?"

Percy flicked his eyes up to meet Cathy's eyes, shining with amusement, in the mirror, his pleasant daydream broken. He felt his lips tug up into a cocky grin. "Yeah, but I would enjoy I even more if that yoga pants weren't there."

An aroused shiver ran up Cathy's spine, but she managed to hide the grinding of her thighs quite well. She hoped Percy wouldn't notice the growing wetness in her pants. "Let me wipe that smirk off your face, Jackson."

Percy gulped.

His fears were justified, for, before he knew it, he was on the bench press, a five hundred kilogram weight above him. Cathy straddled his muscular chest, to ensure that he could not escape her.

"Now, start."

Percy sighed, before he lifted the dumbbell, his arms straining slightly from his previous workouts. "Can I have some nectar or ambrosia?" He gasped out.

"Mm..." Catchy didn't elaborate further than her vague humming, she was too busy ogling Percy's bare body.

His sweaty, broad chest rippled with muscles as he lifted the impossible dumbbells with practised ease. His arms flexed, his biceps delicious and toned and strong. His smoking hot face was scrunched up in concentration, his face tinged gold from the exhaustion, tanned skin glistening with sweat. His raven black hair was wet and slick, and his dark sea-green eyes were half-lidded, concentrating on his work out. His toned abs strained and flexed against her crotch, just some flimsy layers of cloth separating her from his warm skin.

Cathy felt as if her face was on fire.

Unconsciously, her hands wandered over the smooth, warm skin of his chest, feeling his cool sweat against her soft palms. She traced the rough skin of his numerous scars, which somehow made him look even better in her opinion, accentuating his dark beauty.

She identified a sharp, horizontal cut curling just above his right hipbone, and she felt herself wonder just how he got it. It seemed like someone had sliced him open with a curled, almost circular blade.

She stared at Percy's face, wondering what hardships he had faced in his life. If the stories she had heard held any truth, he had had a pretty shitty life.

Pervy decided, fuck it.

If Cathy won't let him leave, he won't let her leave. Who was the god here?

Using his powers, he disintegrated the massive dumbbell, the fine sand being blown away by the air conditioning.

Cathy's eyes widened as she saw him demolish the metal weights, and she almost jumped away, thinking that he was going to have another meltdown.

But Percy was faster, clutching her waist, and flipping them around so that she was pinned beneath him on the benchpress.

Cathy struggled beneath him, her brown eyes wide with fear.

"Hey, chill, Cathy. I'm still fine here." Percy loosened his grip on her limbs.

"Oh," She heaved a sigh of relief,  ceasing her struggles, "I thought you had lost yourself for a moment, back there." She looked up, staring into his dark sea-green eyes. "What are you doing? Let me go, Jackson."

Percy leaned in close to her. "Oh, I don't think so, princess. You see, you have been bitching around a lot in the gym lately, so I have decided that a massage won't pay me back fully."

"Oh, what are you going to do, Jackson?" Cathy tried to keep the excitement out of her voice. Her bright eyes, dark with arousal, flicked down to his toned torso, glistening with sweat. His superior, chiselled body completely dominated her lithe, slim frame.

"I think you know." Percy pressed his knee against her cunt, feeling her yoga pants soaked through with her feminine juices. He leaned down closer to her face, his lips almost brushing hers. "I think you have a general idea of what's going to come."

"Wha-what are you doing?" Cathy's face drowned in red, as she blushed down to her neck.

"Let's explore it together, slowly, yeah?" Percy's voice was low.

And without prior warning, he swooped down upon her, claiming the daughter of Nike's soft, pink lips in a passionate, steamy kiss.

Time: That Evening

Percy had a strange sense of deja vu as he sat on the bed, with two girls snuggling into his sides.

The day outside was dark, almost night. Only a lingering orange tinge in the western sky showed that the sun was still up. A few dark wisps of pale clouds floated across the star-studded, night sky. There weren't many right then, but as the night passed, Percy knew more would crop up out of nowhere. The moon was nowhere to be seen, it being a new moon night. Artemis had not emerged from her bedroom yet, and he knew that she would be sleepy and tired, eventually when she emerged.

The breeze outside was gentle, softly rustling the leave of the trees around the house. The sands were visible as a pale strip beside the roaring ocean, lost in the darkness of the night. The wildlife was up and about, Percy could hear their sounds, but nothing was visible.

Goosebumps formed on his skin from the chilly air inside the room, the air conditioning running at full speed. His arm still throbbed and ached slightly from the injection he had taken just a few minutes earlier. He drew the two girls tighter around him, hugging them to his sides as he snuggled deeper into the blankets. His head rested against a soft silk pillow, his eyes glued to the television mounted on the opposite wall.

Angela was watching the movie with rapt attention, spouting offhand comments about their accuracy and random facts about the movie. Percy found her rambling cute, just like Annabeth, she could not concentrate completely on the movie at any given point.

Sydney's smooth, bare leg pressed against Percy's head, and he unconsciously snuggled into her creamy thighs. Her slender hand stroked his head comfortingly, her slender fingers entangling into his raven hair. Her refreshing fragrance weighed on his mind, her cool, pale skin pressing against his tanned.

Percy looked up at Sydney, meeting her dark grey eyes. She was stealing frequent glances at him, and now, caught, her cheeks heated at an alarming rate, but she found herself unable to tear away her gaze. Her pale skin flushed pink, her sharp, aristocratic features so much like her father. Her long, silky black hair cascaded down in a gentle waterfall, last her back, slightly wet from her recent shower. She was as beautiful as a female version of Thanatos, yet as lively and fun-loving as a female version of Dionysus.

Uhh.... she didn't drink or anything like that. She just liked to have fun.

His lips curled up in a smirk, and Sydney's blush escalated, till her face resembled an open bucket of red paint. With a cute squeak, she tore her gaze away from the Dark god's mesmerizing, dark sea-green eyes.

Percy's eyes wandered down, tracing along her gentle neck. From his position, he could only see the dark, shadowy underside of her massive tits, hidden behind a plain white t-shirt, which hung loosely off her large chest. Sydney had breasts slightly larger than the standard C-cup, that sat firm on her chest, jiggling slightly with every breath she took.

His eyes wandered down her toned stomach, hidden by her loose shirt, to her short tights, that revealed all of the creamy flesh of her thighs and slender legs. Her cool skin felt delicious on his, and his proximity to her crotch allowed him to slightly make out her puffy pussy lips, the fabric around her cunt being slightly darker, sticking to her skin thanks to her aroused juices gushing forth in a slight stream from her pussy.

Angela's blonde hair was tied back in a short ponytail. From his position behind her, Percy couldn't make out much- just that she was wearing grey shorts and a loose, blue t-shirt.

But in his mind's eye, he could imagine her intelligent, stormy grey eyes, a familiar shade that he once held closest to his heart.

"This is so inaccurate." Angela's voice floated over to the two, her angelic voice distorted with undisguised irritation. "When a car is blown up, only an enormous cloud of dust is thrown up in the air. What's with all these explosions and fire?"

"It's way cooler." Percy piped in. Frankly, he was not sure what was going on. He never had his attention on the TV. Damn his ADHD.

Angela turned to him, an exasperated expression across her cute features. "But this is not-"

"Scientifically accurate, we know." Sydney interrupted. "How about we watch a documentary, instead, it will be way more informative that way!"

Sometimes, despite her childish nature, the daughter of Thanatos acted more mature than the usually composed daughter of Athena.

Percy clapped his hands. "A documentary on sharks!" He presented the other two girls with his best baby seal eyes.

Angela sighed at his antics, her heart melting at seeing the dark god with such a cute, pleading expression. A slight smile tugged at the corners of her pink lips.

Sydney said, "Didn't we look for underwater shows just a few minutes ago, Jackson?"

"Do it again!" Percy demanded childishly.

Sydney sighed, passing the remote to her roommate. Angela flipped through several channels, a bored expression on her face. "Nothing-nothing-nothing, again."

Instead of this shitty television, she would rather watch her delicious eye candy for a few hours. 

"Ooh! Football, please." Percy presented them with a smile. "Even basketball or rugby or swimming would do."

"No, Percy." Angela and Sydney said together, having known for some time that this was coming.

Percy pouted, scowling childishly at them as he crossed his arms over his broad chest.

Angela groaned, finally flicking the TV off. "I'm bored," she announced, flopping down onto the bed. She rested her head against Percy's toned, stomach, releasing her shiny blonde hair free of the ponytail.

"Way to state the obvious, Captain Obvious," Percy stated blandly, examining his hands in the light of the room.

"Cards?" Sydney offered, in an unenthusiastic voice, looking at the pack of cards that lay on the small bedside table.

"Nah." Angela and Percy intoned together.

"Then what should we do?"

Percy perked up his head. "I know what we should do."

"What, Jackson?" Angela lolled her head up to stare at him from her position on his stomach.

"We can play Strip the Smarts."

"What is that?" Sydney asked, neither Huntress liking the mischievous gleam in his eyes.

Before the eye could blink, in a surprisingly fast movement, Percy had Angela pinned under him. "We strip the only daughter of Athena in the room. What say you, Sydney?"

Angela's eyes widened as blood rushed to her cheeks. "Le-let me go, Jackson!" She struggled futilely in his iron grip. "Help me, Sydney!"

The daughter of Thanatos was unresponsive, her eyes glazed over in obvious lust.

Percy took his opportunity to examine Angela's beautiful face, reminding him again of her late sister and bitchy mother. He had to admit, though, however many attitude issues Athena might have, her genes were top notch. Stormy grey eyes, calculating all methods possible methods of escape, beneath shiny blonde hair that fell in gentle princess curls.

Large tits, slightly smaller than Sydney's, jiggled and bounced enticingly as she struggled in his grip. Her firm chest, though not as large as her roommate's, was as perky and round, sitting firmly on her chest without even a bra. Her erect nipples poked through the thin fabric of her loose, blue shirt.

His sea-green eyes, rapidly darkening with barely restrained lust, roved her toned, slim stomach hidden beneath thin cotton fabric. Her slim waist led to a delectable piece of ass meat, a firm and toned, firm butt that just invited him to grope and molest her innocent behind. Her luscious, soft thighs futilely tried to push him off her body, her small feet trying her very best to kick him. And she reached close, too, showing off her natural flexibility.

He waited for his mind to show him something, and as expected, the picture came.

He saw himself taking a walk on a familiar, moonlit beach on Ogygia. The dark, sleeping house was visible as a dark outline on the other side of the desolate jungle. Now, that was not the perverted part.

Percy was stark naked, his oversized dick swinging between his thighs as he walked. His right hand held two leather leashes, leading Angela and Sydney by the collars they wore. The two sexy girls were as naked as him, their entire, gorgeous bodies put on full display as their boobs and butts jiggled and bounced. They crawled forward on their hands and knees, like obedient bitches being taken on a regular moonlit walk by their master. Twin red ball gags blocked their mouths, and their skin glistened with sweat in the silver moonlight. Their wide, innocent eyes eyeing him with sinful arousal put him on edge, making his cock throb.

"Let me go, Jackson!"

Percy looked up at Sydney, ignoring the indignant daughter of Athena beneath him, mentally cursing her for breaking his sweet daydream. "What do you say, Sydney? Should I let her go?"

Ashamed of herself, her cheeks tinged pink, Sydney shook her head slowly, looking away, not being able to meet Angela's eyes that held betrayal. Percy smirked at his hot captive.

"And why is that?" The god's voice was soft and gentle, soothing. 

"Sh-she looks good that way." Both the Hunters' faces were set aflame at Sydney's words, but neither could deny the truth in her words.

"Yes, that she does." Percy agreed, before looking up at her, his eyes shining mischievously. He decided to spice things up a bit. "Do you want to kiss her, Sydney?"

"Wha-what?" Her hand flew to her mouth in shock and muted arousal. Her dark grey eyes flicked over to the blushing daughter of Athena, and noted her lack of protest.

"I asked if you would like to kiss Angela, Sydney. I will teach you how to please her properly."

Sydney nodded her head, blushing furiously at her wanton, lust-driven actions. Percy nodded, his smirk barely suppressed.

"Now, come over here, and kiss her."

Obediently, Sydney crawled over to them, and Percy straddled Angela's waist, allowing her to lean close to her face. The silky black hair of the daughter of Thanatos formed a curtain, blocking out his view.

Percy reached out, and swept her hair out of the way, a devious smirk finding its way to his face when he saw her kiss Angela sloppily, hesitating. Both their faces were bright tomato red, their lips pressed awkwardly against each other's.

"How was it?"

Shooting up at his question, Sydney blushed furiously when she remembered that he had been watching them. "It was... good." She touched her lips with her fingers.

Percy could sense the truth in her words, and he could see Angela's dazed expression, her normally sharp gaze hazy and glazed over with lust for her female roommate.

"It can be better. It is sure you need practical experience."

"Wha-what do you mean?"

"I mean that I will teach you how to properly kiss, now. Practical."

Both the girls blushed down to their necks at his implications, and Percy could swear there was steam coming out of their red ears. He was sure that they would faint of much welcome shock any moment.

"Yes, please."

Surprisingly, it was Angela who volunteered to have her soft, pink lips ravaged first.

Chapter 23: Living his Life: Part 5

Time: Next Day

"And this, and this, and this!" Ruby listed off at a rapid pace, making Percy groan.

"Why are you like this? Why couldn't the Hunters make you abandon this?"

The daughter of Aphrodite glared at him in response. "For your kind information, I'm much better than my sisters. At least I don't make you go around buying tons of make-up!"

Seeing Percy's incredulous look, she snapped, irritated at him, "Just wait till you get Drew and my mom's lists!"

Percy paled, knowing the truth in her words, before he sighed. "You know what, scrap this."

He flopped down on her bed, amid mountains of shampoo, perfume and makeup. He had thought that the Huntress had abandoned the ways of the love goddess. But noooo!

To his horror, Piper, too, came up blushing up a storm, and handed him a long list to buy. What was with Aphrodite and her daughters?! It's not like they needed makeup to look good. Even in their bed hair, they looked like perfect goddesses.

"What do you mean you are not going to do this?"

Percy stared at the several lists in his hands with bleary hands. "Do you think I can buy all this alone?" He waved the papers. Who knew maintaining a harem was so tough?

"Who told you to do it alone. Just take some of the girls along to the mall." She snapped.

Percy looked horrified. "Absolutely not!" He still had Vietnam flashbacks from when he had taken Annabeth shopping, thinking she could do with some 'girly' stuff. Never again would he make that mistake.

He continued, before Ruby could interrupt again. "I'm going to call Hermes, and give him everything. He is gonna deliver it to the island, and charge it to some account I have by default in some godly bank."

She huffed. "You're a big pussy."

Seeing Percy's eyes light up, she immediately corrected herself, "Forget I said something. You're a big wimp."

The day outside was well on its way, the sun was up and shining, scorching the sand on the beach. There was not a wisp of clouds visible anywhere in the clear sky, filled with the white wings of seagulls and other birds. The perennial seabreeze was hot and humid, making everyone sweat and curse Apollo. No one was out, it was too hot to be outside. Most of them were at the air-conditioned gym, or playing video games without telling him, or just lazing around in lavish, air-conditioned rooms. Artemis and Thalia were still in their beds, their rooms dark and cool. Even Athena had emerged from her library for some chilled nectar.

Only Calypso, the only one on the island used to Ogygia's tropical weather, was in her garden, snipping some trees to a more controlled shape, wearing a wide-brimmed straw hat that provided shade.

Percy had used the quiet as his golden opportunity to collect the girls' possessions, which they had lived without for the eight, almost nine months they had been on the self-sufficient island. Only the Hunters had all their possessions, but they, too, wanted some things from the market.

Percy had thought that gods could just snap their fingers and summon things out of the air. Apparently, it did not work like that.

He didn't understand a single word of Artemis' and Hestia's long-winded, joint explanation on the why.

He examined Ruby, who was busy arranging her things, piled in a huge mess on the bed, back in order.

Her cherry blonde hair seemed to glow in the light of the room, flowing in gentle curls over her shoulder, forming a gentle curtain of soft hair over her. Her clear azure eyes, so much like her mother, shined beneath perfect eyebrows. Her pale, creamy skin glistened with slight sweat, despite the cool air in the room. Her cute button nose sat perfectly on her cute features, her smooth, gentle features pleasant on his roaming eyes. Two small golden earrings glinted as they tinkled on her ears. Her soft, full pink lips were parted as she chatted to him, while clearing her bed. She carried with her the fragrant smell of expensive cologne, which hung thick in the air around her, blocking out all other smells, to let bystanders smell only her addictive, pleasant fragrance.

She was wearing a tight, full-sleeved, red and black chequered shirt, covering most of her body. Despite her wearing a tight bra underneath, the buttons on her chest seemed about to burst open any moment, spilling out her tits to the world. Percy knew she had the typical, perfect D- cup tits, though slightly on the smaller side. With large nipples, and firm, round and soft flesh that sat perfectly on her chest, she completed Percy's lewd dream of a four-woman dairy, consisting of a divine mother and her three daughters. Her breasts bounced and jiggled mesmerizingly despite their tight, cloth prison, inviting him to molest them, maul her tits and tug her hard, sensitive nipples until they were sore.

Her tight shirt clung to her soft muscles, slim, toned stomach, leading to a wide, childbearing waist. Percy caught a glimpse of the strings of a lewd, skimpy thong on her waist when her shirt rode up slightly, revealing her smooth, milky skin. She wore tight denim trousers, that hugged all her curves perfectly, showing off her luscious thighs. Her ass, the most perfect behind anyone could dream of, courtesy of her love genes, stretched the blue fabric taught. Her bubble butt jiggled and bounced enticingly whenever she moved, making Percy's lion roar in its fabric constraints. It was almost as if she was giving him a lap dance, twerking unconsciously for his dark benefit.

In his mind's eye, he saw Ruby kneeling on the floor, in a line with Aphrodite, Drew and Piper. All of them were wearing identical, cow patterned, skimpy bikini bottoms, that left most of their skin, and their entire chests exposed, the strings engulfed in delicious, creamy, soft flesh of their bubble butts and thick thighs. He leaned down, his lips latched around Ruby's erect, right nipple, while his fingers tightened around her sensitive left pebble of flesh. Her smooth skin was delicious in his mouth, and he lashed her sensitive flesh with his tongue, holding her nipple between his teeth as he pinched and twisted and tugged at her other. Warm milk, sweet as honey and delicious as nectar, flooded his mouth, and he felt the same fluid, sticky and hot, on his hand molesting her other breast.

"What are you thinking about?" Ruby asked, standing in front of Percy with her hands on her hips. Her head was cocked to the side in the cute way she had.

Percy looked up, his lips automatically curling into a devilish, sexy smirk. "About how Artemis allowed you to keep the thong you are now wearing at the Hunt."

Ruby's cheeks heated at an alarming rate till her face resembled a bucket of red paint. She blushed down to her neck, till her pale skin was darker than her luscious cherry blonde hair, her ears on fire. "Wh-what? How do you know about that?"

"I saw."

"What?!" Her hands flew to her mouth. "Does your powers include some perverted x-ray vision?"

Realising what she just said, her hands flew up to cover herself, her slender arms doing little to block her enormous, heavenly rack or her thick, luscious thighs, or her jiggly, fat bubble butt. "Look away, pervert Jackson!"

Percy rolled his eyes, throwing a sultry smirk her way. "I have no such powers. It is not my fault if you keep flashing me. If you want, I will get a pole and some alcohol, too."

Her face burned hotly. "Then you should have looked away!"

"What? You can't blame me for enjoying a masterpiece." He shrugged, looking at her incredulously. "Thousands of people look at the Mona Lisa everyday. You don't see her complaining."

Ruby's blush impossibly intensified at his implications, till Percy thought she was going to discover brand new shades of red. Her soft, pink lips parted to form new words, but Percy wouldn't let her.

His lips pressed gently against hers, his taller form dominating her smaller frame as he pushed her against the wall. Ruby did not resist, nor say anything- she just moaned in abject pleasure into Percy's mouth as he led her like a puppet on strings, their lips moving in sync. The intoxicating feeling of being intimate with her crush made the daughter of Aphrodite feel light-headed, Percy's musky scent on her mind, his taller, muscular frame completely dominating her smaller body.

Percy broke the kiss a few minutes later, a teasing smirk on his face as he saw Ruby gasp for breath, a bright red blush on her face, her pink lips swollen. "So, I'm going to ask Artemis how she allowed you to keep that skimpy underwear. Maybe you'll have to show her, too. Or maybe, she will have you strip out of that right here, right now."

"Shut up, Jackson," Ruby whispered against his lips, leaning in for another kiss. "Shut up and kiss me. You can think about having a threesome with me and Artemis later. When you have a woman in front of you, you dint think about other women."

Percy smirked. "Thalia-"

"Again." Ruby hissed, before silencing him with her soft lips.

Time: A Few Hours Later

If Percy had time to look outside, he would see how beautiful the weather was.

The sun was shining on the western horizon, painting the sky blood red. The seabreeze was cool and strong, rustling the leave of the trees, and making the tall, shade-giving palm trees sway. The sea reflected the blood-red of the sky, rough, frothy waves crashing on the golden beach with a deafening roar. The sky above the forest was dark with the returning seabirds, their shrill cries piercing the silent world, save for the sounds of the choppy sea. The moon was rising in the sky, a pale, almost invisible, silver crescent.  A few stars were shining brightly on the dark eastern sky.

Unfortunately, Percy was occupied.

They were playing PES, three against one. 

He stared at the newly installed hundred-inch television screen in the living room, tapping furiously on his controller. He did not even have to look down at the controller, his fingers working on muscle memory as he tapped the buttons at a rapid pace that even Artemis had difficulty keeping up with.

He leaned to one side, the world outside fading into darkness as he played furiously.

Whoever said that video games were meant to relax, had obviously never played competitive games like PES.

He leaned back, emitting an 'ooh' as the referee blew his whistle for full time.

He leaned back against the back of the sofa, nuzzling his cheek against Artemis' smooth, soft legs. She had wrapped her long legs around his muscular torso, much the same way Annabeth did.

The living room was clearly divided into two factions, with each sitting on numerous sofas, couches and several on the marble floor. The air conditioning was up and running, creating a steady hum as it cooled down the room.

Percy stared at the plain black controller in his hands, before he looked up at his few supporters. Artemis, Hestia, Aphrodite, Ruby, Reyna, Phoebe and Atalanta sat behind him, on the right side of the massive living room, smiling and cheering him.

Calypso sat on the floor right in the middle of the room, an old black and white referee's cap askew on her caramel hair. Percy had fished it out from... somewhere, he was not sure where. A glinting brass whistle hung around her neck, almost lost in the creamy skin on her cleavage.

She blew her whistle. "The second round is over!" She announced, "Percy wins one, the Little Big Three win one!"

At that, the left side of the room erupted into deafening cheers for the youngest three on the island, the only ones who could ever hope to defeat Percy in video gaming.

Nine girls sat on the Little Big Three's side, led by their most avid supporter- Thalia. Even Athena and Drew had turned up for the showoff, and -no surprise there- they sat for Rose, Violet and Neo. They did not care if they actually won, they would be happy as long as Percy lost.

Something which was totally not happening.

Percy eyed his young opponents.

Rose and Violet, identical twins, which looked like miniature, female versions of him. They had choppy, raven hair that swept past their shoulders, dark sea-green eyes of a familiar shade, shining like emeralds beneath perfect eyebrows. Their soft, pink lips curled up in a smile, revealing their perfect, shining teeth. They wore identical, oversized t-shirts that Percy had gifted them, saying, 'Back off pigs, this is my big brother.' Carrying a photo of a shirtless Percy, all toned muscles put on full display, pumping a shotgun he had stolen from... somewhere, when he was high on a sugar rush.

Similarly, Neo looked like a miniature Thalia. Her electric blue eyes shone with mirth at their victory, her lips pressed into a gentle, shy smile. She spoke less, something which Percy had been trying to rectify for quite some time. Silky black hair fell till her shoulders, a part dyed a bright neon blue much like her sister. Neo was wearing a t-shirt saying the same thing, except it warned potential 'pigs' about her big sister. It carried it a photo of Thalia, her face contorted in rage. She was wearing a black biker suit, a bloody chainsaw in her hands.

"Since the Little Big Three won this time, Percy gets a black ball to improve his team." There were groans from the left side of the room, as Percy grinned.

The screen flashed, and with a press of a button on his controller, he was receiving another black ball.

"France." Rose started, as the elaborate PES pack opening animation carried on.

"Paris," Violet added, her face paling, as the animation neared its end.

Percy was on his hands and knees. "Number seven, please, please, please," he clasped his hands, and pretended to pray.

"Mbappe!" He shouted. "Take that, bitches!"

Hestia smacked the back of his head, "Language, Percy." She was ignored.

Thalia groaned along with Neo and the Poseidon twins.

Rachel elbowed her from the right side, the same time Piper asked from her left, "What do you know about the game?"

Neo whipped her head towards the three. "It's Mbappe!", as if that explained everything.

Rose nodded, agreeing to her observations. "Best striker in the game", the same time Violet recited his stats, "99 pace and acceleration. What else do you need in a striker?"

Percy, giggling maniacally, muttering about world domination, went to his team to edit his players.

He let out an evil scientist laugh. "Who's going to stop me now, huh? HUH?!"

He swapped his squad, muttering, "All out attack, press high, aggressive defending, play tiki-taka. ONE-TOUCH FOOTBALL!"

He laughed at the horrified looks on the three. "Yes! Six attackers! Ronaldo, Lewandowski and Mbappe as strikers! Messi as right-wing, and Neymar as left! Ronaldinho as offensive midfielder!" He laughed again, this time at his practically non-existent defence. Sergio Ramos and Carles Puyol were the only defence before Manuel Neuer.

"Do you get anything?" Phoebe whispered to Reyna, who shook her head. Atlanta whispered, "Technicalities, people. We just need to see the results."

Aphrodite was not so subtle as she groaned. "Why couldn't you choose something else to play?" She was ignored, too, the four players completely absorbed in their games.

"You're absolutely crazy!" Neo shouted, and twins agreed, nodding their heads sagely, "Raving mad!"

"Match on."

The next match was intense. Percy was constantly on the attack, but couldn't put the ball in, or was offside, while the other three just couldn't hold onto the ball long enough to attack.

It was in the extra time of the first half when the first action happened. Percy slide tackled the other team's attacker INSIDE his box. His face paled as he conceded a penalty.

"Who will take the penalty?" Rose asked, and Violet answered. "I will. I'm controlling Bruno Fernandes. 99 penalties."

"Best of luck," Neo whispered, rubbing her shoulders. It was almost as if Violet was going to go toe to toe with the dark god.

Well, for true gamers and all football fans, she was.

"Manuel Neuer on the line," Percy whispered, leaning forward in anticipation.

"-and OH! The shot's been saved! Magnificent dive from Neuer!"

The commentator did not get an opportunity to finish as the whistle was blown, signalling the end of the first half. Violet tossed her controller aside, tackling her brother to the ground.

She hit his chest with her (relatively) small fists, throwing the typical temper tantrums fifteen-year-olds like her were famous for. Percy laughed at her, wrapping his arms around her to restrain her smaller body, his controller lying abandoned on the ground.

"Come on, Violet, what a save!" He cheered himself.

Suddenly, her tantrum, and struggling stopped as she lay limp in his arms. "Sh-shut up." Her voice trembled, and she sniffed. Percy's eyes widened when he felt her small, frail body gently wracked with sobs.

"Hey, Vi, what's wrong?" He raised her to stare into her teary eyes, identical to his.

She sniffed. "You always win! We were so close to scoring, but you-you cheated!" Tears streamed down her cheeks.

Percy's eyes widened, "How did I cheat?"

"You-you-" Her voice broke, and she broke into a new fit of sobbing, and Percy looked up over her shoulder, seeking help. Neo and Rose were looking at him, wide-eyed.

He gulped as his eyes wandered upwards. All the girls, save for Athena and Drew, who looked oddly gleeful, looked terrifying. Any moment, all hell would come crashing down on him.

His hairs stood on end as he felt the animosity directed towards him, coming from his own side.

"He-hey Vi-Violet, it's jus-just a game, right? You win this time, just stop crying. Please. For me? I promise, you'll win next time. I will teach you all I know."

Violet looked up, her eyes wide, glistening with tears. "Really?"

"Ye-yes." Percy nodded, hugging her tightly, praying that she would stop crying.

"Rose and Neo, too?"

"Yes, I swear on the Styx. Lots and lots of pinky promises, too."

Suddenly, as if a switch had been flicked, a blinding smile brightened up Violet's cute face, and she jumped up from his lap, cheering with Neo and Rose. She hugged her twin tightly, before the two daughters of Poseidon hugged Neo from both sides.

The room was silent for a moment, nobody comprehending what had just happened.

Percy groaned, the first one to get what had just happened, faster than even Athena could process. "Your acting is the best I have seen in a while."

"I just stepped into a trap, didn't I?"

Chapter 24: Coming Confrontations

Time: Next Morning

It was almost midday by the time Percy decided that he had to do something about the last two.

Hestia's softness, her warm, comforting, sympathizing eyes still lingered on his mind, and he craved to return to her. However, the others had been adamant that he should do this.

He understood their concerns for their sister/daughter, and respected their loyalty.

It did not make the decision any worse to bear.

He needed to confront Drew and Athena.

He had injected a syringe to keep away any nightmares that might come- his arm was still slightly stinging from that- and he had two more hidden in his shorts, just in case. He had Sabaton's latest release- 'The Royal Guard' blasting in his ears to help him.

He was wearing a sleeveless Sabaton 'Heroes' vest, with the band logo on his back. Pale grey shorts hung loosely around his waist, slightly revealing his tanned skin, and his sexy hipbones.

Or so he had been told by many.

The day was as hot and listless as the one before, if not more so. The sun blazed down on the lone tropical island of Ogygia with a fierce intensity that made Percy's hands itch to test out his new power on Apollo. The breeze was hot and humid, and even the pool or the endless sea did not provide any reprieve. The waters were hot to the touch, and everyone was feeling lazy, restricting themselves to the air-conditioned rooms of the house. Even the wildlife of the island was not outside.

The heat itself was enough to make Percy look forward to his coming confrontation with Drew, if only to enjoy the chill of her air-conditioned room, and get out of the hot, long and squeaky clean, hallways.

He vaguely wondered why the gods did not install central air conditioning so that the corridors would be cool, too. Another entry to be added to his increasingly growing list of things to be rectified in the foreseeable future.

He knocked on the elaborate wooden door with curvy floral patterns, a brass doorknob, and a golden nameplate, with the name, 'Drew Tanaka', etched in stylish, cursive letters that was murder to his dyslexic eyes.

He had to wait for a minute before Drew took the initiative to open the door, fearing that the 'barbaric' son of Poseidon would break her precious door down, otherwise.

"What?" She snapped, holding the door ajar.

"May I come in?" He tried to be as polite as possible, trying not to let the hostile snarl tugging at his features overtake his face.

"May I know what the occasion is, to grant me a visit from your divine self?" He didn't know Drew had a sense of humour, however antagonistic she might be to him. Maybe she could be salvaged, after all.

"I have been sent to collect the list dictating me as to what things I might need to retrieve for your convenience. Personal items, and such."

"Finally." Drew opened the door completely, allowing him entrance. "Let thy noble cause not be postponed any further than necessary!"

Percy gritted his teeth at her needless antagonizing, before he stepped through.

His eyes immediately assaulted by a barrage of bright colours- yellow, pink, orange and blue and green, blending into each other, and making him feel woozy.

His eyes took some time to adjust to the brightly lit room, reminding him of when he was exposed to Hestia's light, but on a lesser level. The curtains were open, and warm sunlight flooded the room. A slight, fragrant smell of expensive cologne and the fruity scent of her shampoo, hung in the air. The bed was made neatly, with pale green sheets and off white silk pillows and velvet sheets, the heights of luxury. There was a full-length dressing mirror outside the walk-in closet, and he assumed that there was another inside. Beside it, was an expansive make-up drawer, organized with neat little bottles and several brushes and boxes, classified according to some mumbo jumbo.

Percy didn't know, he didn't speak Aphrodite.

But what took him off guard was that the room was neat and clean. He was expecting some snobby room, lots of complaining, and lots and LOTS of pink. Well, the room was still luxurious, and Drew did not complain and act like a complete brat- Percy had to give her some credit for exceeding his (albeit low) expectations.

He vaguely wondered why the other girls did not have the same rooms, which they could decorate as they wanted. Why some had more luxurious, while others had plainer, while a few had Spartan living quarters.

He faintly remembered Artemis and Aphrodite trying to explain to him that each room changed to make the occupant most comfortable.

He did not remember most details- he was busy defeating Thalia at chess. Although that might have been because Reyna was at his side, directing his moves. Nevertheless, he always enjoyed Thalia getting frustrated as she lost terribly.

"Well, what are you waiting for? Take this list, and leave!" Drew snapped, making Percy frown internally as he took the list from her hand, his eyes roving her body from top to bottom.

Drew's face was perfect, showing off her love genes, and even without anything, she looked perfect, like a Korean or Japanese supermodel. Her high cheekbones and smooth, porcelain skin glowed, her dark eyes shadowed by long, curly eyelashes, beneath perfect eyebrows. She wore regular, pink lip gloss that made her perfect, full lips shine. Her long, straight black hair was let down. She carried with her the faint smell of her perfume.

Drew wore a tight, pale green silk and velvet dress with embroidered edges, floral patterns curling on the fine fabric. There was a diamond patch right on her chest that showed off her perfect, pale cleavage, silk straps going around her slim neck to hold the dress up. It was apparently unneeded, her massive boobs would keep the dress from sliding off anyway. She had the same, perfect, enormous basketball-sized tits that characterized all daughters of Aphrodite. Her rack, firm and round, sat tightly on her chest despite her lack of a bra. Her soft breasts jiggled enticingly with every breath she took, every small movement she made, the soft, creamy skin of her milk jugs glistening in the light. Her large, erect nipples poked through the thin fabric of her dress, inviting him to pinch, suck and tug at her sensitive nubs of soft tit-flesh.

Her tight dress clung to all her sexy, enticing curves, all her gentle curves and lines clearly visible to the god. A slim, toned stomach led to a wide waist. Her short dress ended just below her ass, her luscious, milky thighs visible and glistening in the light. Almost her entire ass was left hanging out, the firm, soft flesh of her jiggly bubble butt bouncing mesmerisingly in front of his hungry eyes.

All in all, Drew was pleasant to his eyes. The last of his planned private dairy, still in its blueprint stages.

But there was something.... off about her, a few things that Percy's attentive eyes caught.

Her perfect straight hair was slightly more messy than usual, a minuscule amount, just a few strands amiss, but it was enough to tip Percy off that something was amiss. The grinding of her thighs together, the rapidly darkening patch on her dress, the fabric around her erect, aroused nipples darkening, the musky scent of feminine arousal that she had tried to cover with perfume- Percy had some idea of what was going on. Drew did a good job at hiding her obviously aroused state, but her impatience to get Percy out of the room told more than anything she could have said or done.

What had she been doing?

Percy's lips tugged into the sexiest devilish smirk he could muster, a dark smile that made women orgasm immediately when they set sights on him.

Finally, the composed dam that Drew maintained like an impenetrable fortress, shattered under the invisible force of his best smirk. Despite her Aphrodite genes working overtime to maintain her composure, not to let anything leak through, Drew failed miserably. Her cheeks reddened alarmingly, till she was blushing so hard, so hard, that Percy feared that Sabaton would start comparing her blush to blood splattered on the trenches.

Her face red, and her thighs grinding to suppress her arousal, Drew managed to ask, "You think that you can bring the things I have mentioned on the list?"

Well, well, she was so full of surprises at every turn- Percy was sure that her Aphrodite heritage was stretched taught trying to hold her together, but still, it was an impressive feat on her part. "Well, Hermes is-"

She did not let him complete the sentence.

"Good." And before he knew it, Percy was rudely pushed out to the HOT corridor.

He laid his head against her door, the wood cool against his skin, straining his godly senses to hear her. The rooms were mostly soundproof, but Percy's close proximity, and godly senses allowed him to hear her words clear as day.

It did not help that Drew shouted her lungs out, announcing as loud as she could, "FUCK ME HARDER, PERCY! FUCK ME LIKE I'M YOUR OBEDIENT BITCH, MASTER! I HAVE BEEN A BAD GIRL, PUNISH ME, DADDY!"

Percy decided to tease her some more. He knocked loudly on the door, "You okay in there Drew? Should I call someone?" He tried to keep anything incriminating out of his voice, trying to sound as worried as he possibly could.

There was no response.

Percy smirked to himself as he directed himself towards the library, the only place sure to hold the wisdom goddess.

One down, one to go.

He had saved worst for last.

His feet moved on autopilot, taking him down the long-winded, mostly empty corridors, which made him reflect how empty the house really was. Maybe some more girls for his harem... or maybe the toddlers he longed to see in his arms, his goddesses pregnant with his babies.

Percy shook his head. Too early... too early to think of breeding.

He diverted his mind to other topics- Drew was already his, the only thing to do was to make her open up to the others- not a particularly difficult task, more like an interesting side project when he wasn't busy with someone else, or was bored.

Either way, he knew the perfect tool to break the strong-willed, obstinate daughter of Aphrodite. A thirteen-inch magical bitch breaker that he always kept on his person.

And... before he knew it, lost in his thoughts, Percy was standing before a pair of large, imposing, dark oak doors that he had hoped he would never see during his eternity on the island.

He pushed the doors to the library open, being met with overwhelming, deafening silence. All the sounds, the lights of the outside world drowned in the artificial, electric lighting of the massive room, maybe as large as the Olympian throne room.

Rows of shelves, all laden with books of all kinds, ranging from modern paperbacks, to ancient scrolls, tomes or even papyrus. The smell of leather, ink and old paper, wafted in through the air. Long, sterile-looking desks lined the room, all leading to a large, dark ebony desk at the end of the room. There were table lamps at every chair, along with a fully equipped pen stand, containing all sorts of stationery.

As Percy wandered through the long corridors in search of the elusive wisdom goddess, he plugged in his earphones again, blasting some.... you guessed it, his favourite band, Sabaton.

The words did not register in his mind, the normally exciting music forming only white haze. Percy had never thought that he would be this enamoured with books.

It was difficult not to be mesmerized by the sheer variety, even in the small section of the (HIS, he reminded himself) library he had traversed. There were books with all kinds of covers and colours- he identified diamond, ruby, human skin, ivory, plutonium, uranium- 235, fullerene, frog skin, some sort of coins, paper currency, rare ammonite fossils. He even saw book covers made with small swords and knives, and gunpowder, too.

There were all kinds of languages, letters, and fonts, most of which Percy could not ever hope to be able to read. There were books as large as tombstones, and ones so small that he would need a magnifying glass to read it. There were books only a page thin, and others thicker than the entire compilation of all the Bibles in history put together.

"What are you doing here, Percy?"

He almost had a mini-heart attack.

Gasping for breath as he jumped back at the sudden intrusion on his solitude, he silently cursed the music in his ears, which blocked him from hearing slight sounds. The sounds he had made echoed through the deafening silence that stretched on in the infinite library.

Calypso stood in front of her, her eyes shining with mirth at his reaction. She clutched a dark brown, leather-bound tome to her chest.

"That was not funny." Percy hissed, "What are you doing here?"

"I came for this." Calypso's ever-cheerful voice was like the tinkling of bells. "Its the Encyclopaedia of Ten Million Godly and Mortal Diseases, Symptoms, Treatments and Medicines- Allopathy, Homeopathy, Therapy-"

"Stop stop stop!" Percy shook her shoulders to break her out of her mumbling. "Take a breath, Calypso." And as if just to please him, Calypso took a deep breath, making an obnoxious sound, her amber eyes shining childishly. Her perfect lips were curled up in a beautiful smile.

Percy smiled down at her, pecking her lips lovingly. The Titaness blushed golden at his affection, and Percy was going in for another, when a voice cut in their tender moment.

"Can you stop defiling the sanctity of this temple of education, and take your pre-copulatory activities elsewhere?" Athena's voice was dry, bland and devoid of any humour.

Hearing her voice, voice feeling Percy tense, Calypso looked up at Percy worriedly.

He squeezed her shoulders comfortingly. "I'll handle this." And he gently pushed her towards one of the other tables.

Percy took a deep breath, feeling Calypso's amber eyes linger on him as he pulled out one earphone to free himself to the long-awaited conversation with the loathed wisdom goddess.

He turned around to see her reading, a relatively small modern book in her hands. She held a small black notebook in her other hand, and was frequently making notes, in a perfect handwriting, and not the illegible scrawl that he had.

He appreciated what people had. Athena had divine beauty, unparalleled intelligence, and fierce skills in the arena. She considerably lacked in the character and social skills department.

He took a gamble, and slid into the seat next to her. "What are you reading?"

"You wouldn't get it."

"What?" Percy asked, feeling slightly sad that she hadn't even taken a second to insult him. Maybe she was really that far gone.

"No, I literally mean this book's title is 'You wouldn't get it'. Anyway, good morning to you, too, Perseus."

Percy ignored her usage of his full name. The fact that she could talk to him civilly, without telling him to die, was a significant improvement. "Now, that's the most civil thing you have ever said to me since we met!"

Athena flipped over a page delicately, her nimble fingers deft and experienced. "Why are you needlessly antagonizing me, Perseus? I have tried to ignore our past... conflicts in favour of peaceful symbiotic co-existence. I implore you to cooperate."

Percy drummed his fingers on the table, bored out of his mind. "I came here to get your list of personal items for me to retrieve."

He suspected that Athena still remembered his impromptu torture session where he almost shattered her mind, and so, was trying to be civil. Or maybe the hostile, cold treatment she was getting from the others was finally getting to her.

Yes, Percy had discovered his remarkable powers of torture through eye contact, quite by accident on a fine moonlit night, on an unfortunate snake that he had mistaken for another nightmare. The poor reptile had its own grave, dug with great sorrow, in the sea.

"Oh, please wait a minute," Athena responded, "I'll just jot them down."
She tore a piece I paper from her notebook, and began writing elegantly on it with her dot pen.

Percy took the moment to examine the wisdom goddess.

She was pleasing on the eyes. Her soft, silky blonde hair fell in gentle princess curls, past her shoulders, framing her face in a golden halo. Long, curly eyelashes framed stormy grey eyes, sharp and calculating, almost as if they were boring into one's soul. Her skin was slightly tanned, just like Annabeth, a bright, golden colour that went well with her hair. Her face belonged on an angel from heaven, her venomous, silver tongue alien behind her soft, pink and tender, lips. Her perennial, pleasant smell of old parchment tickled his senses, the sound of a pen scratching against paper in his ears.

Well, besides the heavy metal.

She wore a plain white shirt and grey trousers made of fine cloth. Even as she wrote, the goddess' large D- cup tits hung heavy with milk and soft flesh, a sizeable rack on her white shirt. Her tits were firm and round, sitting perfectly on her chest like heavenly, warm pillows. Her lack of a bra was visible, and her erect, large nipples were slightly visible through the thin fabric as a faint shade of pink on white fabric. He suddenly had a lewd urge to brush up on his breast and nipple torture skills right then, right there on the library table, with Athena as his unwilling test subject, and Calypso as his audience.

Percy's eyes wandered down her slim, toned stomach, hidden beneath the loose t-shirt, to her wide waist. The trousers, unfortunately, hid a lot of good things, and Percy could just imagine her soft, luscious creamy thighs and round, jiggly bubble butt, just begging to be spanked hard.

He saw Athena, a collar on her neck marking her as the family pet, leashed to a bedpost. Artemis, Aphrodite and Hestia were triple penetrating her with dildos. Her eyes were glazed over with lust, her blonde hair pale and frizzy and sticky with cum, her cheeks flushed red. She was just a mindless blonde bimbo as she sucked on Hestia's rubber dick, while both of her holes were being pounded by Artemis and Aphrodite. Her tits had been molested and tortured, red and angry and sore, several nipple clamps still attached to her flesh. Her beautiful bubble butt was red and sore, spanked and groped and molested by his goddesses.

"Here, this is the list." Athena handed it to him, before turning away. Her voice was strangely soft and gentle, as if she wanted to apologize for all she had done and caused, but didn't know how to.

Percy turned his back on her, ready to walk out with her list of personal items, ready to IM Hermes with a bulk order.

"Thank you, Percy." The wisdom goddess' words reached his ears even through the Wehrmacht chorus, and Percy raised his eyebrow in response, though she couldn't see it.

"For never stereotyping, and discriminating against me. For being the outlet for all my emotions when no one was there beside me."

He left without responding, ignoring her words, leaving a slightly heartbroken goddess behind.

But inside, Percy was still pondering the wisdom goddess' vague words.

What did this mean?

Chapter 25: Facing Fate

Time: That Night

Surprising everyone, Athena took the seat on Percy's right, on the floor in front of the table, that night.

Thalia, who sat on Percy's left, looked at him in worry, before switching her gaze to Artemis, who was sitting on Athena's other side. The moon goddess had a similar expression, knowing the rocky history between the two, it was a surprise they could last one second without full out fighting.

Hestia served them the food, as usual, an impeccable feast for the twenty-one on the island, aided by the invisible spirit servants on Ogygia. There was fettucini alfredo, venison pasta, salads, spaghetti.... all piping hot and smoking, beautiful, fragrant and delicious.

"Where is the wine to go with this?"

Hestia stopped serving Rose, and the gentle goddess almost hit him with her ladle.

Bewildered, Percy shrugged, groaning out, "What did I do?"

"You emptied all the alcohol- wine, whiskey, gin, rum- stores when you threw.... that, and now you ask where is the wine?! You shouldn't be drinking anything for years to come, Percy!"

"But I still have sleeping pills and anti-depressants- where is the logic in that?!" He was incredulous.

Hestia turned towards Calypso, the spoon in her hand flying through the air, forcing Violet and Rose to duck. "Why wasn't I informed of this?"

Calypso shrunk under the harsh gaze of the self-appointed leader of Percy's harem. And Hestia was the generally accepted leader, too, she was the only one Percy ever feared, she was the kindest of the lot, she worked the most, and she could keep his godly form under control.

"I-I-"

Seeing Calypso temporarily lose her ability to enunciate properly, Atalanta came to her aid. "It was necessary, Hestia. Think of it as a fill-in until he is permanently better!"

After lots of calming down and explaining to the hysteric goddess that it had no ill effects, they finally sat down for dinner.

Percy's hand itched to turn on the television, to turn on basketball. NBA was calling to his very soul.

But he had lots of important topics to cover in this dinner, and wanted to give the girls time to comprehend the bomb he was about to drop at the end of the day.

He remembered the two Iris Messages he had made that day. One unimportant one to Hermes to retrieve the girls' things. It had taken him an entire hour to figure out everything, clear it up with Hermes, and another thirty minutes to settle payments. It did not help that Percy's mind kept wandering.

The much more important call he had taken that day was one from Nyx and the other three goddesses subordinate to him. The call had taken only ten minutes, and most of it had been spent flirting and teasing with each other, but it did not make the outcome any less.

Three days later, the four would come to Ogygia- he'll bring them to the island if he had to- and they would conduct some rituals. After months of research, Nyx, the primordial who had access to the most ancient of scriptures, had found out the method to reverse the harem ritual.

Percy knew why they were doing it.

They wanted to be his, to join his harem, to make him theirs.

And Percy did not object. When they came, he expected a lot of resistance from the girls.

But Percy had already decided.

Both his immortal and mortal halves, two minds living in a single body, two conflicting natures in the same body. Percy had come to know, and accept that both of them, Dark or not, were his parts, two formidable weapons of mass destruction to be utilized and taken care of.

He remembered how much his immortal half had screamed in pain and torture as Hestia 'healed' him. It still made him grit his teeth in pain, and muted bloodlust. Meanwhile, at the same time, her healing, benevolent magic had made his mortal half bask in her warmth and comfort.

Similarly, his Dark half basked in the intoxicating power that he constantly felt whenever he was with the four, an addictive feeling that made him feel complete.

And his body did not object to anything. All of them were beautiful, hot and sexy women ready to bend over to his whims.

He was an amalgamation of three halves- umm... three one-thirds?

Anyway, where was he?

Yeah, three days later, they would conduct rituals to enter themselves into his harem, regardless of whether the girls protested or not. He wanted them, his godly half wanted them.

He did not care about others.

He knew that it might create a rift between himself and the other girls, but they were already 'sharing' him with each other, what was four more or less?

He would try to explain to them stuff, and all that, and gift and bribe them. He still loved them, and would still love them with all of his soul even if they hated him.

The twenty girls on the island, including Athena and Drew, were HIS, and his alone.

It was all convoluted stuff, and Percy did not fully comprehend his own thoughts. It was difficult, almost as if he was suffering from split-personality disorder, but retained all his memories.

He gulped.

They would conduct rituals to add themselves in, and to exclude those girls from the harem, those who wanted to leave.

Percy wondered how to break the news without alienating anyone, in a way that would be acceptable to all.

"What are you thinking?" Thalia elbowed him in the ribs, jolting Percy out of his thoughts.

He realised that he had been staring off into space, just holding his fork limply, his food untouched.

Percy erected his best smile for her, a smile that dimmed soon again, realising what he would have to say to her.

He took a deep breath as he spooned warm food into his mouth. It was tasteless- Percy had lost his appetite- even the best food in the world, cooked by the hearth goddess herself, tasted like Styrofoam to him.

He should know, he had eaten Styrofoam once, only to spit it out in disgust, and wash his mouth with nectar.

His eyes wandered to the world outside, and he felt himself bristle inside. Why were the girls laughing when he was being eaten up from inside with debilitating guilt? Percy knew he would not be able to sleep a wink that night.

He immediately berated himself for thinking like that, they deserved to laugh all they wanted, they were pure, innocent goddesses and angels he had been blessed with. Meanwhile, he was a broken, crumbling monster that they had to put up with day in and out.

The world should not be so beautiful, it should be grey and dead. As dead as his grey, Dark heart.

The dark, purple night sky was shining with twinkling stars, not a cloud in sight. The wind was cool and strong, creating choppy waves, and rustling the long leaves of the tall palms outside. Summer was a long affair in the tropics, the temperature was high, and everyone was slightly sweaty. The AC was on, cooling the packed room down. The forest on the island was silent and dark, teeming with invisible, untouchable life. The pool was quiet and desolate, the clear waters reflecting the glowing silver half-crescent of the moon.

Percy reflected when Ogygia had been a quiet, deserted island, without the bustling, loud and rowdy girls in the bright house. Most of the times he liked this, but sometimes, he carved for the tranquillity of the old Ogygia.

Especially when he knew that he was going to hurt the girls badly in a few minutes. Whatever they might feel, he felt a hundred times worse.

Literally. Their angst and depression were transferred over to him, magnified through their harem link.

Percy surveyed them. They seemed so happy, slurping their food, asking for more, chatting, socializing and doing whatever they pleased.

Calypso was feeding a golden-cheeked Hestia, a teasing smile on her face as her amber eyes glinted mischievously at the gentle hearth goddess. Seeing them, Aphrodite was also trying to feed Artemis, but her attempts were repelled by the furiously glaring moon goddess.

Athena sat beside him, calm and composed, eating her food peacefully, without a book in sight. Her stormy grey eyes, swirling with unidentified, conflicting emotions, stole quick glances at him now and then. Thalia had moved to sit between Neo and the twins, and was chatting animatedly with them. They were probably talking about video games, judging by the movements they were making, like they were playing with a controller.

Her place had been taken by Reyna, who was slightly leaning into him, panting and slightly sweaty from her intense workout session. When she felt his dark sea-green eyes on her, she looked up, smiling brightly at him, revealing her perfect teeth.

Rachel and Piper were leading through the Oracle's notebook, commenting on her numerous sketches of various topics. Drew was staring at him dreamily, her eyes glazed over. Her circuits were probably still fried from the smile he had sent her direction.

Phoebe and Atalanta were playing rock, paper, scissors, and Phoebe was apparently losing, from the frustrated expression on her face. Cathy was reading a football magazine, which brought a proud tear to Percy's eye- she was the only one passionate about sports, well, apart from himself and the Little Big Three.

Cynthia and Sydney were chatting about something- probably how much they hated Dark gods, apart from Percy. Ruby had a handheld console, and she was furiously tapping away, tilting herself and the console as if it would gain her a boost, her tongue cutely poking out of the corner of her mouth.

Well, for all Percy knew, tilting themselves and the consoles probably did give gamers a boost. He himself did it, his three little sisters did it, Leo did it... every gamer he knew, online or privately, did it.

Meanwhile, Angela was constantly reprimanding Ruby for playing video games at the dining table, her words falling on deaf ears. She tried to get her to eat something, but Ruby did not care- she would eat after her game was over.

Athena cleared her throat, jerking everyone out of whatever they were doing. Everyone stared at her with wide eyes, anticipating another hate speech, but Athena remained silent.

"Everyone...." Percy drew their attention to himself, "Athena wants to tell you all something. I beg you to hear her out, not interrupt her, and not judge her."

He nodded towards the wisdom goddess, "Athena, you can speak now."

Seeing everyone's attention on her, Athena shivered slightly, mustering up her courage. If she could have said her earlier words without fear, then she could say these without fear.

"I realize that I have been a complete bitch to you all, both in and out of the house. And I know that my behaviour towards Perseus has been less than acceptable since we all came to Ogygia, and, in fact, for the entire time I knew him. I acknowledge my past errors, and I-I-" Her voice broke as she choked on the sobs threatening to escape her throat. She squeezed her eyes tight, stopping the tears welling up, and swallowed down her pride. She had to do this.

"I apologize."

There was silence for a moment, before Phoebe broke out, her impulsive war genes again coming to the forefront. "Your words almost caused him to die. He almost committed suicide."

Athena could not take it anymore. The ignorant treatment she received from the other girls, her own emotions... she broke down sobbing, curling into a ball.

Her blonde hair framed her face as she drew her knees up, hugging them tightly to her chest as she buried her face into her legs, her body wracked with sobs, tears streaming down her face and wetting the grey sweats she had changed into.

Percy snaked an arm around the wisdom goddess' shoulders, and she collapsed into his side, hugging him tightly as she sobbed, as if letting go meant the difference between life and death. He held her tightly, comforting her to the best of his abilities, basking in her warmth.

Everyone seemed shocked half to the Void at the sudden affection the two enemies were showing each other.

Percy paid them no mind. He had been a victim of bullying himself, and he knew all the symptoms of a bullied victim, mortal or goddess, having experienced them first hand.

His Dark domains also told him a lot about her true intentions. Self-defence.

On Athena's other side, Artemis also hugged her sister, ever loyal to the wisdom goddess who had always been at her side, comforting her. She reached out an arm, inviting the moon goddess into their warm, tight and safe hug in the arms of a smokin' hot Dark god.

"Percy...?" Piper started, only to be silenced when he threw a scathing glare in Phoebe's direction, taking her back. The most loyal of his harem members now was faced with his disappointed stare, "And none of you stayed by my side when she was saying those to me. I have forgiven her, why can't you do the same?"

Again, silence reigned in the room, only broken by the almost silent crying of the wisdom goddess.

Hestia was the first to break. "I'm sorry, Athena." She whispered, throwing herself into the hug, washing wisdom with her comforting warmth.

"I never doubted that you had some reason for all that." Aphrodite was next, followed by Angela, who just said, "I was always by you, mother."

Slowly, the others repeated similar lines, until the entire room was dogpiling on the Dark god, who had Athena on his chest. The wisdom goddess had slowly started giggling softly through her broken sobs.

Percy gasped for breath, "Can you all get off." He wheezed out, "I can't- can't breathe."

Artemis smiled down at him from her position atop Athena, her silver eyes shining with mirth. "Just a few minutes more, Percy. Enjoying the moment back here."

Percy looked at Athena, who had a soft smile on her face as she lay limp on his broad, muscular chest, enjoying the warmth and comfort of the mass hug.

Her bloodshot, stormy grey eyes fluttered open, shining with happiness and gratitude for the god whom she had bullied and wanted dead. Percy erected his best, goofy smile for her, the smile that Annabeth always loved best.

Athena's eyes flicked down to his lips, immortal ichor rushing to her rapidly heating face, painting her cheeks golden. She tried to lean up, despite the weight on her.

Percy knew what thoughts were running through her mind, and he smirked, leaning his head back, his lips beyond her reach.

Slightly heartbroken that he had rejected her, Athena looked at him with crumbling hope, grey meeting dark sea green. The son of Poseidon just winked at her teasingly, sending her blood rushing back to her cheeks as she blushed furiously.

Percy just loved making wisdom and her daughters blush.

"Later," he mouthed at the furiously blushing goddess, as everybody returned to their seats, and were too busy to pay attention to the two.

"Now, I have an announcement to make." Percy started, making everybody look at him with rapt attention.

Despite the tender and happy moments shared between everyone earlier, Percy's jaws were tense, his long, raven hair shadowing his dark eyes. His eyes bored into everyone.

Nothing good ever came when Percy was serious.

He laid his hands on the table, as if to brace himself. "The unavoidable, harsh truth remains inevitable and constant, and we must acknowledge the present peace is transient, and subject to change. As such, after taking all factors into careful consideration, I have been forced-"

Thalia interrupted his complicated tirade, speaking for everyone. Very few had been able to follow him so far, and the majority were lost to hazy, dark confusion. "Jackson- Percy Jackson, take a deep breath. Yes, now, the 'War situation has not necessarily developed to Japan's advantage' trick is not going to work on us. Soooo, get to the point."

Percy stared at her for a moment, before he dropped the bombshell.

"It has been nine months, and you all have lived in relative peace. But this can't possibly go on for eternity." Everyone's pulse picked up at that, "Well, most of you have been entered here without your knowledge, and some of you have already expressed your dissatisfaction at entering my harem, jealousy to your sisters, and clashes with each other."

He stared at the pale faces around him, continuing in an unstoppable barrage. "I decided to give you all a chance to back out. But before I go to that, I will declare the four options you all have available."

"Number one. We all live together, as an ideal harem is supposed to live, with, of course, exception of the Little Big Three- it will be too weird for them to be..." Percy shivered in barely hidden disgust at the incestuous implications, before continuing, "Second, those who have problems are weeded out, and sent back to the real world through a harem bond reversal ritual. Third, in case you think you won't be able to handle jealousy, we all will live platonically on the island. And fourth, the entire harem will be dissolved, and I will swear on oath not to pursue romantic relationships with any one of you."

Everyone was still silent, his words too much for anyone to come to terms with. The idea of eternity of sharing and living together.... was terrifying, yet exciting and hopeful. They might be able to accomplish what none could do before, after all, Percy had a tendency to do that mind of stuff.

"And Nyx, Nemesis, Eris and Styx are coming over three days later. I'm sorry that I didn't consult this with you earlier, but they will be doing the rituals, so you have to make your decisions within these three days. Vital days to be made the most of. Besides, whatever you decide, keep in mind, that the four will be joining whatever comes out of that day. Yes, if this harem remains intact, you have to learn to live with the four Dark goddesses as your fellow harem sisters...." He stopped for a moment, sensing their disbelief.

"I'm serious. They haven't confirmed anything yet, but I have a feeling they will ask me permission to enter my harem. And I will give it, regardless of whether you like it or not."

"Do you... do you love them?" Someone asked, Percy, in his nervous and guilt-ridden state, couldn't make out whom.

"No." He stared at his shaking hands, "The harem strains on my power, feeding on my abilities. If they join me, I can hook myself into their godly powers, so that I have a better chance of short term survival. And by the time I become independent of their powers, or the other girls become stable enough so that I can support them without imminent danger of fading, they might become important members of us all."

He tried to erect his best smile for the girls, but it came out strained. "It is necessary for my survival. If you all love me truly, as a lover, brother or friend, then you would put aside your petty jealousy for my life."

He stood up, his meal unfinished. He could not bear the tension in the room anymore. "If you choose to quit this harem, you will retain your memories, and will be sent back to your regular lives. For Calypso, she will be freed, and will be dropped into Camp Half-Blood as a demigod. But remember, this is a one time offer, so make your decisions wisely, and within three days."

He turned, ready to leave. He needed to let off some steam, jerking off or playing video games, but stopped right at the doorway.

"I'm sorry."

And without looking back, the Dark god left the silent dining room.

He felt silent tears streaming down his face at the thought of being separated from the girls he had grown so attached to. They were his rock, and he was theirs. His lips trembled, and his tall form was lost in the silence of the massive, deserted mansion on Ogygia.

Suddenly, Percy hated the silence. He would do anything to return to the dining room he had left behind, amongst the laughing girls, arguing and chatting over pretty things like colours, games or better brands.

This was a fate, he had to face.

Chapter 26: Genius Gods

Time: Next Day

It was awkward.

There was no other way to describe it.

Escaping out of Ogygia right now seemed like a fresh breath of air. All the girls staring at him forlornly, stumbling into someone crying in a corner, the energy level in the house was zero. And it was not the laziness of the summer.

No, this time, it was accompanied by a crippling depression and hurt that was palpable, almost tangible.

And it had barely been twelve hours since his announcement. Almost everyone had bloodshot eyes, dark bags, and dried tear tracks when they arose in the morning, telling Percy that they had been crying the entire night, and had not had a wink of sleep.

What hurt him more was this was him most of the nights, and he was jealous of the girls getting ample sleep, always being lively and awake in the morning, enjoying the day, having rested in the night.

Hadn't he got his revenge?

He felt the strain on his godly power, their turbulent emotions pulling at his very existence. It was almost as if he was constantly living on the edge between life and death.

And, he had completely forgotten that he had to leave Ogygia to get to Olympus, accompanied by Athena, Aphrodite, Hestia and Artemis.

First of all, he knew there would be a volcano on Olympus. Second, the goddesses all sported cold, emotionless looks as they tried to keep their emotions in check. Percy appreciated that they were trying to help him by reigning their sadness and angst, but they involuntarily hurt him whenever he looked at them... it was almost like they no longer cared what he did.

It was a fate, he had to face, Percy reminded himself. He had seen it coming a long time ago. How they had even survived the nine months intact was a mystery. And Hermes was the only outside world contact they had had in that time.

For his own survival, he had to take that decision. All the twenty girls drew on his power constantly, and whatever Calypso tried, the Ancient Laws were unshakeable. Sometimes, Percy felt so tired, he had to crawl on his hands and knees.

And the frequent visits to the infirmary- he was the only one on the island who ever went to the medical bay. On one hand, it was good, all the girls were keeping safe and sound, on the other hand, it was just soooo.... frustrating when he was the only one confined to a bed.

There was an unspoken consensus, a long drawn conclusion, that Zeus had given him the harem knowing that he would take a long time, possibly centuries, to recover, or might fade along the way.

"Why do I need to attend this?" Percy groaned, looking around the vast city.

"Shut up, and stop complaining, Percy/Jackson/Perseus." His four goddesses snapped at him, synchronized.

The day was fine, if a bit hot and listless. The sun beat down with scorching intensity, the azure sky clear, without a hint of clouds or bad weather anywhere. There was no breeze- not a leaf moved on the trees. Percy felt himself sweat profusely- cool beads rolled down his forehead.

The massive city of Olympus was indeed awe-inspiring. Marble and gold domes and towers stretched far as the eye could see, shining in the light. The long, cobbled streets were lined with shade-giving trees that stretched overhead, forming almost a continuous, natural tunnel. There were several springs and fountains scattered throughout the area, providing clean drinking water, shining and glistening in the light. A few minor gods roamed about aimlessly, accompanied by busy satyrs who trotted down the street, carrying pouches filled with drachmae. There were a few small shops here and there, but the majority of the godly shops were on the other side of the city, in the civilian areas. The regular sweat and blood smell of such large cities was replaced with the pleasant fragrance of flowers, incense and sacrificed food. The air was oddly silent, save for the occasional low chatter. There was a distant hum coming from the civilian areas, and much nearer, the soft, feminine voice of someone singing.

A few nymphs, naiads and dryads peeked at Percy's group of all beautiful goddesses from their respective trees, bushes or water bodies. They squealed, and ducked back down, blushing furiously, if they caught Percy's eye, proceeding to chatter excitedly with their neighbour about how the Percy Jackson had looked at them.

This was the Throne Square, the centre of Olympus, an enormous circular building, made of marble and limestone and obsidian, capped by an equally enormous golden dome.

The walls were intricately carved with pictures of the gods, legendary tales of heroes of bygone ages. The white stone was inlaid with rubies and emeralds and sapphires, glinting in the light, going well with the fine veins of silver and gold running along the stone. The shimmering golden dome was intricately carved with minute writing, done in shining, black obsidian, that Annabeth had once told him, noted the Ancient Laws.

Annabeth.... the cracking of Percy's heart was almost audible, if not to others, to him alone. Nine months after her death, and he was still mopping over her loss, despite twenty girls trying their best to seduce him, to heal him, coupled with his immortality working hand in hand with his Dark domains to heal him.

He was really messed up. No amount of treatment, from healing goddesses, an almost all-knowing goddess, a healing Titan, and even a Primordial feeding him power, and he was still stuck in the repetitive nightmares of losing Annabeth, and the claustrophobic cage of his PTSD.

Annabeth had been the one to redesign Olympus, to rebuild it. He was looking at a building, no, an entire godly city, whipped up by the brilliant mind that he had come to love unconditionally with his very being. Plans drawn up painstakingly after several nights of no sleep, and him fretting over her well being and health, constantly hovering in the background, wanting her to sleep or at least to eat something.

He remembered everything Annabeth ever did, and he could draw an accurate, frame by frame animation of all her habits from memory. They were etched deep into his brain, as if Chaos itself had carved his brain with a knife so that he could remember Annabeth in vivid detail.

It was both a blessing, and a curse.

Percy was jolted out of his morbid thoughts by the imposing sound of the massive gold and silver doors swinging open on its hinges by itself, recognizing his presence, and allowing him access to the Olympian Council of almighty gods.

Annabeth had designed that, too.

The entire Olympian Council was silent, as the four goddesses marched into the throne room as if they owned the place, Hestia and Artemis dragging Percy.

He subtly leaned into the two as they dragged him along. "I'm gonna go Dark for a bit. Don't be afraid." He whispered, the first words he had spoken directly to anyone that day.

Artemis looked at him with concerned silver eyes, before her gaze hardened. She gave a short, almost imperceptible nod, and marched to her throne beside Athena, whispering to the wisdom goddess about what was to unfold.

Hestia squeezed his arm comfortingly, her warm, brown eyes shining with understanding. Without saying anything, the hearth goddess left his side to take her seat beside Aphrodite, leaving him feeling oddly alone, even though there were fourteen pairs of eyes staring at him.

Now that he was finally near them, Percy could feel the bonds he shared with Ares, Dionysus and Hades. They were nowhere as strong as those he shared with Styx, Nyx, Eris or Nemesis, but still, the inflow of power he felt was intoxicating.

He could feel Hades' eyes shining with muted pride and concern, knowing the storm that he was about to face. Unlike him, Poseidon's pride was undisguised, unbridled and naïve, not knowing his domains. The sea god only knew that his son was a powerful god to have survived a harem of twenty.

Others were much more surprised. Zeus, and Ares were slack-jawed that he had survived so long, and they were even more surprised that Athena and Artemis were peaceful and civil with him, staring at the two goddesses in disbelief. Demeter and Hera were whispering with each other, with slight golden blushes on their cheeks, admiring the new looks that he had got, courtesy of being a Dark god.

Hermes gave him a short salute, his eyes shining with glee at the chaos his appearance had caused, and Percy reciprocated. Apollo was slightly slack-jawed, drooling slightly at the Dark god, and Percy winked at him, making his face escalate into a furious golden blush that matched his blonde hair.

Hephaestus' expression was neutral, giving nothing away, though slight gratitude for Percy leaked through his stone expression, for separating him from Aphrodite. And meanwhile, Dionysus was sleeping.

Percy gave a short, militant salute, clapping his heels smartly as if he was reporting to duty.

Startled by the sudden sound, Zeus sat up straighter in his throne. "Soo... Perseus... you survive."

He gave him an incredulous look that made the goddesses in the room giggle. "You don't say...."

Zeus shot Hera an irritated look for her loss of composure, silencing the Queen immediately. "We must observe all the rituals immediately. As Father, Poseidon will walk you through the process."

Poseidon stood up, dwarfing Percy's six foot five height in his twenty-foot tall, godly form. "Son, first, can you grow to your godly height?"

Ares snorted. "It's been nine months,  he would be dumber than the cripple over there if he can't."

There were a few nasty glares thrown at the war god at that, but Percy was unperturbed. The explosion would come later. "Yes, Father."

And with a slight black and golden glow, he grew to his godly height, a uniform twenty-foot for Olympians.

"Good," Poseidon threw Ares an irritated glare, "This process is to certify that you, in fact, have achieved godhood, and the domains that you claim, and to determine whether you should be given a throne on the Council, or not. Now, you need to swear an oath on the Styx. Repeat after me."

"I, Perseus Jackson, swear on the River Styx to answer the next three questions of the Council truthfully, and to the best of my capabilities, provided that they uphold their terms of the process, and it does not interfere with the Ancient Laws in any way or stand in the way of any previous oaths." He repeated after his father.

Zeus stood up as Poseidon resumed his seat. "And I, Zeus, King of Olympus, on behalf of the Olympian Council, agree to ask three relevant questions that he would reserve the right not to answer if he chooses to."

As soon as Zeus sat back down, Percy felt a foreign presence in his mind.

'What'cha doing?'

'Hey, Styx, I am standing in front of the Council awaiting judgement if I'm worthy to sit on the Council."

She was silent for a while. 'You know, Jackson, you can break my oaths any time you want and get away with it? I am giving you a free pass.'

Percy snorted mentally.

'Don't take Zeus for a fool, eye candy. He has made pro moves before, and he will do so again. You'll need it. As much as I am loathe to admit it, Zeus is a masterful politician.'

'Eye candy?' Seeing there was no response to that, Percy continued, 'Thanks for the head up, Styx. I owe you one.'

'Can I stay and watch?'

'Of course. Anything for the beautiful goddess of my favourite river to bathe in.' He tried to veil the sarcasm, but it leaked through anyway. Thankfully, Styx was busy blushing furiously at his words- Percy could almost feel her heat through their connection.

'Concentrate, Jackson.' She hissed, making Percy jolt as Zeus finished speaking. What had he said?

Thankfully, he was not looking at Percy, giving him the impression that he was not the one being talked to. He heard faint giggling in his mind, and cursed his beautiful, Dark goddess.

In front of him, Zeus nodded, "Alright, if the Council does not oppose, Poseidon will ask the first question." He turned towards Percy, his frosty, electric blue eyes boring into his soul. The familiar shade held no warmth that Thalia, or Neo's similar eyes held.

Percy was too busy glaring back at the King of the Gods to look at Poseidon as he asked the first question. "What are your domains, son?"

"Heroes, War, Darkness, Fear, Horror, Nightmares, Insanity and Time." He spoke through gritted teeth.

There was a minute of silence, and Zeus looked away. Everyone was shocked. Well, everyone apart from the four goddesses who already knew his domains.

Zeus was clearly deep in contemplation. It was expected that he would get the domain of Heroes, the domain of Time was possible, but not probable, but none of the accursed son of Poseidon's other domains were included in his complex calculations.

The next question was out of his lips before he could contemplate further, his quick political thinking that enabled him to make spur of the moment decisions, coming to fore as he asked, "What are your powers as the god of those domains, Perseus?"

Percy stiffened, wondering if he should refuse to answer. Luckily, Styx again came to his aid, 'Speak partial truths, Percy. Only you, and none others, know the full extent of your powers. Be careful, and reveal what is known. Instil a sense of respect, and teach how terrifying you can be.'

Percy pondered over her words for a moment.

"Will you not answer this question, Perseus?"

"No, of course, I will. The only power I know right now is the power to turn things into sand with a touch." Of course, his primary power was known by all on Ogygia, but its full extent was only known to him. And that was only one of his cards, one of a full deck on his hands.

"Damn, the punk's got power!" Ares exclaimed, but most of the others were still in shock. Percy felt a pang of hurt at the fact that Poseidon was still silent, and he wondered if his worst fears would come to fruition. Would they all shun a Dark god?

"Can I ask the last question before we decide if he's worthy to be entered into the Council?" Surprising everyone, Apollo raised his hand.

Zeus stared at him, slightly disbelieving, his mind running a mile a minute. He had asked all he wanted to know, though he felt that the brat was not giving complete answers.... Zeus nodded, "If the other Council members do not dissent, you can go forth, Apollo."

There were murmurs from the others, but most of them nodded their heads, except Hera, who vehemently protested as she wanted to ask him something herself.

Getting the green signal to ask him whatever he pleased, the sun god blurted out, "Can I join your harem?"

There was a moment of silence, before Percy regained his bearings. His eyes hovered the sun god's form.

Apollo was hot, well, he was the sun god. He had soft, sexy features much like Artemis', a perfect mixture of Zeus' aristocratic face and Leto's gentle features. Although Percy had never seen the Titaness, judging from Calypso's stories, and the twins' features, she must have been another gem. He had clear, azure eyes, similar to Atalanta and as clear as the sky, and a perfect, shining set of teeth. Perfect, tanned skin glowed in the light. Blonde hair, brighter than any share of gold he had ever seen, sat in a sexy mess atop his head.

Percy was sure that if he had not been strictly straight, he would have been drooling at him. Instead, he winked teasingly, his lips curling into a sexy smirk of their own accord. Apollo, and all the goddesses in the room sported bright, golden blushes at that. "I don't know, Apollo. But I sure as hell won't be opposed to that. You have to talk with your sister to clear up stuff and join."

He could almost feel Artemis' fierce glare boring into his head, weakened by the blush dusting her cheeks.

Zeus coughed his throat awkwardly, shooting Hera a small glare that made the Queen stiffen and glare back at him.

He turned away, "Now that's over with, who is for Perseus sitting on the Olympian Council?"

Surprising a lot of immortals, Artemis was the first one to raise her hand in favour, followed by Athena, who explained, "Perseus is a powerful god, and we need to secure his allegiance permanently. Besides, an odd number of Olympians would prevent ties in Council votes, and enforce democratic decisions."

After her short explanation, more and more gods and goddesses started raising their hands. It was not needed, apparently, as Percy had had a clear majority even without the explanation. The only ones not raising their hands, were Dionysus, who was sleeping, and Zeus.

Even Ares, excited at the prospect of such a strong, Dark god on the council, had ignored his equally high hatred of the punk.

Zeus looked around the Council. "It is decided, then! Perseus shall have a throne on the Olympian Council."

He raised his master bolt, and shot a lightning bolt at the standing god. Percy gasped, raising a thin shield of Dark energy between him and the bolt, but it was apparently not needed. For, when the flash of the lightning bolt died down, Percy was on a throne, which had arisen out of nowhere.

The Council now formed a full circle of thrones, and Percy had Apollo on one side, and Hermes on the other. Percy faintly noted that the throne was the same one he had on the Dark Council, black obsidian with an intricate white web of cracks, representing shattered, insane minds. The armour he was wearing was also the same, black and gold Templar armour.

Everyone was gawking at him, save Hades, and Percy realised that he had not shown, or told, anything to his girls.

'It's coming now, isn't it?' Styx spoke in his mind, making Percy nod at the truthfulness of her words.

'Yes, it is.' Aloud, Percy raised his hand, making Zeus nod at him in acknowledgement. "Yes, Perseus?"

He stood up, walking to the middle of the circle formed by the Thrones in the room.

It was time for him to let loose the Darkness within. Percy wondered if he should change his name to Vesuvius.

Time for another volcanic eruption.

Chapter 27: Inside the Infirmary

Time: A Few Hours Later

"Are your vocal cords intact, Perseus?!" Athena said, her voice dripping with sarcasm, "You shouted for hours at the Olympian Council... are you sure we shouldn't take you to Calypso... again?"

Percy was glum, getting more depressed as Hestia said, superstitiously, "Touchwood."

Aphrodite grimaced beside her, "My ears are still ringing."

Artemis was oddly silent, as the five made their way to the lonely, yet beautiful and cosy house, complete with every luxurious amenities like a swimming pool, surrounded by thick jungles. On the lonely island of Ogygia, with nothing but open sea for miles around.

Percy slid the glass door open, and promptly collapsed on the floor, making Thalia jump a foot in the air. Her full bowl of ice cream was now being put to use as Percy's pillow.

The four goddesses filed in after him, closing the door behind them. The air inside the room was cool, the air conditioner running at full speed to alleviate the heat of the tropical island.

"How was your first Council meeting, Percy?" Reyna asked, smiling at his childish antics.

"My ice cream!" Thalia screeched, trying to pry him off her bowl of everyone's favourite delicacy.

Percy groaned like a zombie, raising his head. His face was covered with caramel ice cream, and chocolate.

"You need to pay for that!" Thalia gritted her teeth, making the twins, and her little sister giggle.

"Have some ice cream, you all." Rachel offered, working together with Atalanta and Cynthia to get the newest arrivals bowls of ice cream.

"It's too hot outside. Cool down a bit, then tell us what happened." Phoebe offered through a cold mouthful.

Athena grumbled, staring at Artemis, "Perseus happened."

At that, everyone not there at the meeting, perked up.

"What did he do?" Neo started.

And as usual, the twins picked up her line. "Dynamite beneath someone's seat?" Rose started, for Violet to finish, "Or M&M's confetti?"

"Nothing like that." Hestia groaned, resting her head in the cool wood of the table.

"He shouted at the Council, as loudly as he could, for most of the time we were there," Aphrodite explained.

Thalia wolf-whistled at that, her annoyance forgotten. "What happened, Percy?"

"I gave them a piece of my mind, about what I thought of this harem being forced upon me. I really do not want to deal with this right now, if ever. I was gonna be happy alone, but noooo! You need to live cramped with twenty girls on an island, constantly fearing for your life!" He clapped his mouth shut, looking up with wide eyes. He had let too much slip in his annoyance and irritation.

The son of Poseidon let out a tired groan at the silence of the room. Everyone else was staring at him with slightly teary eyes and sad expressions, except Athena, who was stone-faced, Drew, who was an expert at hiding everything, and Artemis, who was still lost, deep in thought.

"Percy...." Everyone's eyes were drawn to the silent moon goddess, and Artemis finally looked up, boring into Percy's dark sea-green eyes with her own, piercing silver eyes. "I have an idea."

He raised an eyebrow, his interest piqued. "I never took you to be the thinking type. I thought it was more of Athena's job."

The wisdom goddess, feeling slightly insulted, elbowed him again, indignantly parting her lips to scold him.

Percy interrupted before she could start on a relentless tirade. He had found that it was the most effective way of silencing the Athenians. "What?! I was complimenting you!" Nevertheless, he shied away from the angry goddess.

Artemis smiled at his antics. "I was wondering if I can share my power with you. That way you won't have to invite Nyx, Styx, Eris or Nemesis to the island." She hurriedly added, "Even if it does work, obviously, none of us will protest their entry! It's for your benefit!"

He stared at her through half-lidded eyes. "That's a terrible idea. How long did you think about it?"

She flushed bright gold. "Well... for a few minutes, I was bored while you were shouting at the others at Olympus.... and it just came up."

Atalanta provided her input. "Transferring power between gods is not so easy. It's like blood transfusion in mortals. You just need to have similar domains, instead of similar blood types... as gods don't have genes... they have immortal ichor..."

Phoebe slapped the back of her roommate's head to stop her usual, nervous ramblings.

Artemis nodded her head, making her auburn locks bounce up and down. "Yeah, I have a domain of the moon, or, by extension, the night, same as Nyx. If he can accept power from her, he can accept it from me."

"I'm not sure it works that way..." Angela was cut off by the eager, excited Artemis, who was on a roll, "An-and I have the domain of the Hunt, which coincides with his domains of Heroes and War."

"If it goes wrong, it will have severe repercussions," Athena warned.

"It's still worth a try, if only to see if it will work. Call it scientific curiosity." For the first time, Calypso spoke up, making her opinion known.

After that, everyone's opinion was cemented.

"Great." Percy groaned, "I'm being used as a guinea pig to conduct potentially life-threatening experiments."

Thalia patted his back comfortingly, smirking at him, "At least, if you die, all of us will be comforted that you died proving that, in fact, Artemis cannot transfer power to you. For the sake of scientific progress, Percy." Her electric blue eyes shined with mirth as she teased him.

Percy growled, leaning in close to the daughter of Zeus to whisper in her ear. His warm breath tickled her slender neck, her smooth skin inviting him to kiss her senseless. The gentle, fresh fragrance of her lemon-scented shampoo was heaven to his sense of smell. "Don't dare me to bend you over my knee and spank the shit out of you, Pinecone Face."

Thalia blushed, sputtering angrily at him, but Percy had already left the room, following the others to the infirmary. He looked back at the sexy and beautiful, indignant lieutenant of the Hunt, sending a teasing wink her way.

Within minutes, Percy regretted ever agreeing to the girls' collective decision.

"Don't worry, Percy. If this works, the benefits you will have are manifold. We might be able to undo the disadvantages of the harem bond as laid in the Ancient Laws." Calypso comforted him as she hooked him up to several machines, inserting several needles into his arm.

Percy wondered if he should explain to her exactly why he could share power with the four Dark goddesses, but then, decided otherwise.

He might be digging his own grave, but the girls were immensely hopeful and excited at what they desperately hoped was a miraculous breakthrough, and not a disastrous accident. He could not bear to wipe the joy off their faces.

It was not like they were going in totally unprepared. If anything happened, they had the best medics in all the worlds at their very fingertips. Godly medicine was very advanced, but so were their diseases and injuries.

He took a shuddering breath, trying to suppress the blinding smile that threatened to break out on his face as he roved his eyes over the occupants in the room, their smiles infectious, their uplifting emotions as contagious as COVID-19.

He knew things could, and if Murphy's Law was any true, would, go horribly wrong. He just had to keep himself optimistic, not a difficult feat surrounded by twenty girls fussing over him.

He took a look at the sky, following Joakim's advice. An advice people followed throughout the dawn of mankind.

The clear, azure sky was like a shining sapphire, with the sun high up in the sky, bathing everything on the tropical island with golden light. The day was hot and humid, the golden sands of the beach blinding as they glinted and shined in the sunlight. A slight breeze swayed the tall palm trees on the beach, their green leaves rustling in the wind. Innumerable albatrosses soared across the sky, their white feathers dark and shadowed against the might of the sun. Pervy could imagine their shrill screams and cries in his mind's eye, sounds that he had been accustomed to since his few happy childhood days on vacation at Montauk beach.

Take a look at the sky just before you die, Percy sang to himself.

It is the last time you will.

He almost felt the urge to snort as he looked at bright, beautiful weather. Nightmares? PTSD? Insanity? Impending death?

Only virgin noobs got stressed when faced with such prominent death and demise. Surrounded by all the girls that he loved more than himself, Percy could die in peace, knowing that Annabeth had been replaced.

Unknowingly, yes, but somewhere along the line, during the peace, and during the turmoil, they had found a permanent, safe spot in his loyal heart. Twenty girls all sharing his love and his heart.

Well, to be fair, Percy had a lot of love to spare, unused over his twenty-three years of life.

The only thing that completed the beautiful, peaceful scene was some heavy metal. Or death, or black metal. Percy had nothing against those the way he had an obsessive objection against pop or hip-hop.

He grimaced as he felt a sharp sting in his right arm, and he looked up to see another needle stuck in his skin, this time, an opaque tube connecting him to Artemis' arm, which was bound in a tight looking tourniquet. Her eyes were closed, and the moon goddess was taking deep breaths to calm herself, and to concentrate her power as Atalanta attended to her.

"Are you going to be okay, big brother?" Rose asked, her sea-green eyes, a lighter and brighter shade than his own, wide and shining with worry.

Percy smiled, and nodded his head, pressing his lips to her soft palm in a gentle, platonic kiss before he let her go.

Everyone was ushered to a safe distance within the room, and they watched with worried eyes as the four medics on the island- Calypso, Atalanta, Hestia and Piper- bustled around, with Athena volunteering herself to see the process go without a hitch.

Calypso sat beside Percy, pressing her nimble fingers against his wrist. She closed her eyes, and let out a soft command, "Atalanta, release the block."

Percy couldn't help but admire the Titaness at that point. Her beauty was otherworldly.

Calypso's pale, creamy skin seemed to glow in the light, her eyes closed. Long, curly eyelashes lined her almond-shaped eyes, and Percy had her perfect amber shade committed to memory. Her soft, small hand wrapped around his larger wrist, looked delicate and fragile, despite him knowing her enormous strength to rival gods. Her beautiful caramel hair was done in her usual elegant braid, and thrown over her shoulder, a glowing silver moonlace flower in her hair. She wore the impeccable white dress, the only dress she had, which seemed to similarly glow silver, the lace covering her back giving Percy a prime view...

Percy was conscious of something happening to his body, something foreign trying to invade his person, something which he recognised as Artemis' power.

However, he was too engrossed in Calypso to take note of what was happening to him.

A few moments later, the pain hit.

A wave of raw, burning agony washed over him, like molten lava straight from the bowels of Tartarus, as he felt himself being eaten up from inside. His bones groaned in protest as he gritted his teeth tightly, hard enough to snap a mortal's jaw. Power welled up inside him, pressing against his insides as if he would burst into golden, immortal mashed meat at any moment.

He was, in other words, a literal ticking time bomb as his Dark power fought Artemis', engaged in a deadly match for dominance inside him.

He felt his power pressing against his skin, seeking escape. His innate power to torture pressed against his eyes in a pounding migraine, as his primary ability pressed against the skin of his palms, finally escaping. The part of the bed he had been clutching tightly, turned to dust. He felt Calypso jump up in alarm from his side, though his eyes were shut tightly. He gritted and gnashed his teeth, baring his sharp canines, glistening with golden ichor from his bitten tongue.

He felt a great pressure on his chest, and he struggled to breathe. He could feel his bones snap under the pressure building up inside him.

Through the pain, he could hear shouts and cries to stop, but they seemed so... so far away, that he thought it must be the beautiful angels calling to him, to let him know his time was up.

Unknowingly to him, somewhere along the line, the angels had changed from a singular daughter of Athena to twenty, beautiful female figures that he had become quite accustomed to seeing on Ogygia.

But still, the unbearable pain carried on, and Percy sought out its source.

Desperate and almost in an animalistic, mindless state in his pain and agony, Percy clasped his hand over the needle connecting him to Artemis, tugging with all his might.

Calypso jumped at him as he tried to pry himself free, abandoning her post trying to undo the connection. "Don't Percy! You'll hurt yourself! Someone, help!"

She tried to restrain the god thrashing in raw pain and agony on the bed, pinning him to the bed with her immortal Titan strength.

Percy screamed in pain, thrashing his head side to side as he was pinned to the bed by the Titan daughter of Atlas. He felt as if his arm was going to be torn off as he pulled at the syringe in his right arm with his immortal strength, his body still locked in the throes of pure, sheer pain and raw, burning agony. He felt himself cough up ichor, cool, yet warm, moistening his lips and chin and staining the bedsheets.

Finally, he managed to dissolve the opaque tube of torture connecting him to Artemis, freeing him from the overwhelming pain. He felt like a fish, finally put back in the water after hours on land.

He felt it had been days in the agony, something which far outclassed any pain that he had ever felt, except the one time Hestia tried to heal him.

Percy let out a groan as he lay limply on his back, on the infirmary bed, surprising everyone that he was still awake, let alone moving.

The Dark god had crossed the threshold between pain and numbness long ago, with all his nerves fried. He just felt a slight throbbing and stinging wherever he was injured, but much worse were his collapsed lungs. He could not breathe- a boulder was resting on his chest, impairing his ability to breathe. Percy tried to panic at the feeling of being suffocated, it was almost as if he was drowning in Gaea's quagmire again, but this time, it was in the open air. He felt a throbbing pain in his skull, an excruciating spike of burning agony right behind his ears.

He tried to remember how he had ended up there, or what he had done, but in vain. He could not recall anything.

The only thing his clogged brain registered was that he was on smooth, soft bedsheets that he lay on. He could not see, nor hear anything. The only thing he could see beyond the shadows dancing in his vision, was a pair of familiar, silver eyes filled with worry, standing out in a mass of screaming, shouting and hazy faces. His ears rang.

"Artemis...." he wheezed, "I don't feel so well.... Help.... Save...." He felt ichor flooding his windpipe, choking and drowning him in his own life-blood. He tried to speak further, but couldn't. All he could, before he lost himself into the cold, comforting embrace of the swirling, chaotic darkness in his mind, was to mouth, 'Me.'

Percy swam in and out of consciousness several times. Each time was only for a few seconds, but the sheer agony he felt, made him want to pass out and die again.

Voices always rang in his ears, sometimes vague whispers, sometimes loud, obnoxious shouting that distorted and fried his auditory nerves. Faces swam in a grey world in his vision, flashes of colour appeared here and then, but as soon as they came, they were gone.

"It isn't working! He isn't responding!" Someone shouted, and Percy felt someone touching him, scrubbing his body, sticking something into his arm, pressing defibrillators to his chest.

Percy remembered himself as a kid, a scared, abused child stepping out of his home for the first time. He remembered Gabe, who stood for all the ugliness, and his mother, who stood for all that is beautiful in the world.

"It is hurting him, Calypso! I can't use my magic on him without killing the Dark god!" Sheer agony washed over him, setting his nerves on fire. He felt like someone was constantly pounding his bones to dust with a large, sizzling hot hammer. Blinding white light flooded his vision, frying his sensitive nerves, and making Percy mentally scream in agony.

He remembered his first steps into Camp, when a scared child finally grew into his own, living alone in a Cabin, taught by a traitor, loved by few, surviving mostly on his own. He was surrounded by people his age, people like him, but even among them, he was alone.

"Here, Nyx! We don't know what happened to him, help him please!" Percy felt several people standing next to him. Someone was sobbing somewhere. A soft hand ran through his soft, raven, hair. He felt a cool, wet cloth being removed from his hot forehead, only to be replaced a few seconds later.

He remembered a smart, blonde girl with stormy, grey eyes. He had called her Wise Girl. She was the only one, apart from his mother, who had ever cared for him. He had loved her, too, with all his heart, always doing his best to please her, to be with her, to see her safe and sound. And now... she was gone.

"He is out of danger. He just needs some rest." There were soft, relieved laughs and choked sobs of happiness. Someone pressed soft lips to his hot forehead, before the wet cloth he had felt earlier was replaced. Percy felt a lot better, he felt energetic, he could breathe without trouble. It was almost as if several thousand tonnes of metal restraints were lifted from his chest.

He would never see his Wise Girl again. She was gone because of several wars, wars he had fought for people who did not care a bit about him. She had seen horrors which an angel like her never deserved to witness. The same horrors which had left him broken, shattered and insane, seeking refuge in the warm comfort of her welcoming arms and gentle, soft touches.

"He is coming around. Stay quiet, everyone."

Her name was Annabeth Chase. His Wise Girl.

"Come on, Percy/Perseus/Jackson." There were whispers around the room. The air in the room was tangible with worry and excitement, thick enough to be cut with a knife.

Percy remembered snippets from the recent past. He had a harem, made of twenty girls, girls he held close to his heart. Not as close as his Wise Girl, yet, but as time went, they crept closer to where she had been, threatening to even surpass her. A fearsome battalion of twenty girls all fighting for his heart, which he had already half-given to them. He held his heart only by a finger.

"I love you. We love you." There were whispers and silent prayers from the people in the room around him. People he struggled to recognize.

But his mind did not need to recognize them to respond.

I love you all, too. I love you, too.

Chapter 28: Learning to Live

Time: A Few Weeks Later

Percy was happy to say, his girls had been assimilating well with Nyx, Styx, Eris and Nemesis.

Surprisingly, they understood where he came from. To ensure his survival, they had to enter the goddesses.

The harem bond, on top of the domain bond he shared with the four Dark goddesses, constantly fed him with godly power. It was almost as if he was hooked onto a continuous supply of nectar and ambrosia. It was intoxicating, and addictive.

Hestia, of all people, was the first one to extend a friendly hand to them, befriending Nyx. Although it was to be expected of the hearth goddesses, the goddess of hope, to befriend the Dark Primordial of Night. And then, Cynthia had come close to Nemesis, though they still shared a somewhat rocky relationship.

Styx was still acting aloof, much like Athena, though Percy could see Aphrodite cracking through to her. It was ironic, the goddess of love befriending the goddess of hatred.

And Eris was getting close to Sydney, of all people, and the duo was now a trio- Sydney, Eris and Angela were always seen together, save for when they were in bed.

And then, there were the adorable Little Big Three, who were enthusiastically teaching the four ancient immortals how to play their favourite video games.

Onto other matters, yes, the four Dark goddesses were now part of Percy's harem. He had missed the entire ritual, being out for an entire two weeks.

But he was right in letting them join. They were much better suited to healing his godly diseases than Hestia or Calypso. Also, he was getting better with leaps and bounds now that he no longer had to support twenty girls. Since the four were also connected to him through their domains, each of them had to support only four girls each.

And it was not like the girls were constantly drawing on his power, they were much better now. Percy was also much healthy, something that Calypso remarked on.

Gone was the frequent nightmares, the sickly pale shade his skin assumed during the day, the dark bags due to lack of sleep. Right now, nightmares occurred only twice or thrice every day, and almost never when he was awake. He could sleep well, most of the time.

He also had greater control over his powers, and his insanity and anger management issues were also going down, luckily, with the stabilisation of his immortality.

Nobody outside the twenty-four girls and one man on the tropical island of Ogygia knew about the newest additions to Percy's harem.

But everyone admitted, allowing the three goddesses and one Primordial into the harem, without consulting them, was one of the best decisions Percy had ever made.

Apparently, there had been several shouting matches and dirty glares thrown while he was still out, but the fact that he was safe, had acted as a bandage to tie them all together.

So, right now, Percy only had to stay alive to keep them happy. A great feat most of the time, but right now, he thought he could pull it off.

He sometimes wondered how they had.... just decided to join his harem. All of them, for that matter.

Did they truly love him? He thought they did, their actions told him all that he needed to know.

Did they just agree whenever it was brought up? Or was it the result of a long, drawn-out, complex thought process that Percy would never be able to follow?

He didn't know. Neither did he want to. Girls were complex beings- Annabeth had been, and they are, too. Curse the gods.

Well, ultimately, the twenty original girls in his harem- demigods, goddesses, a Titaness and an Oracle- had had a much longer period than he had originally stipulated- two weeks, instead of three days- to make their decision, whether they wanted to leave or stay.

And they stayed. All of them- his harem remained intact, and things were just as before, when he was just flirting with the girls, enjoying their bright blushes and the like. Albeit, now he had four new additions to flirt with, and he was much healthier, with almost nothing wrong physically, and improving mentally.

Apparently, they had done something on Artemis' idea- obviously with good intentions- but things had gone out of hand, and he had ended up in the hospital bed. Again. And the moon goddess was sobbing, inconsolable, and would break down crying and apologizing whenever she saw him, despite his consolations that everything was alright, nothing had happened, he was alright.

He had a tough time remembering what had happened, what he did. His memories were interspersed with periods of blank, hours wiped off his brain, and he recalled nothing.

It was the same as what always happened with Athena. She would stary speaking, and after some time, he would invariably blackout, only to discover that he had almost destroyed Ogygia, almost killed his harem, and himself, and discovered some new powers in the process. Nobody bothered to explain any more, and he was left to piece together what had happened.

He got where they came from, but it was still irritating.

At least this time, none of the girls were put in much danger. He would willingly put his body through a meat grinder if only to appease his girls.

Where was he before Artemis somehow wriggled in? Yeah, even Athena and Drew had chosen to stay. While the latter said nothing, the wisdom goddess said, "It's my decision, isn't it, Perseus? I have my own reasons for staying, reasons I'm not compelled to share with you."

He had just shrugged. "Your choice."

Ultimately, one afternoon, at lunch, Calypso finally explained what was happening to him, and why he had been attacking them so frequently before his Dark side stabilised.

"Well, we all know that you have a wide variety of mental diseases. Anger management issues, PTSD, abuse and neglect, abandonment issues, etc. etc." He stated at her with dull eyes, making her fidget uncomfortably in her seat. The Titaness stuttered, "Wha-what I mean to say, is that whenever someone, even one of us, attacks you verbally, you get defensive. It is a natural defensive reflex, and it is good that you still retain it. If you had absolutely lost every sense of self-preservation, I would have given up all hope of curing you without long, prolonged treatment over several years."

"Normally, your immortality should have stopped it, but since you are the god of Insanity and Nightmares, it might have been having an effect on your mental stability. Gods show after-effects of their domains. It's like how Ares is always angry because of his domain of war, or how Athena is intelligent because of her domain of wisdom. Dionysus as a god of wine, is perennially drunk." He did not feel like asking how she knew all that when she was imprisoned on Ogygia for millennia. He had seen worse things.

"Since you are the god of Nightmares and Insanity," she repeated, "It might be preventing you from recovering from PTSD or your... partial insanity." She hesitated at that point, and Percy understood. He knew that he had no shred of sanity or cohesive thought processes within the dark, swirling chaos of his shattered mind.

Everybody understood that part, her hesitation spoke more than words.

"Your immortality is getting in the way of your healing, Percy, and as such, you'll never be completely well." She summed up.

Percy spoke for the first time during her explanation. "And why did I...."

"I'm getting there, Percy!" Calypso said, exasperated at his impatience. "So, as I was saying, having Nyx, Styx, Nemesis and Eris in your harem is beneficial for your health, as they have similar power signatures, and if what you explained to us the other day is any true," she spoke, referring to the bonds shared by the Dark Council, "they feed you godly energy. So, basically, it is like you'll never run out of energy as long as they are alive. Accepting them into your harem means that you have five power sources to draw from. It's basically the same thing that we tried with Artemis, but this time, we had a shorter way as they already fed you their power. We only had to increase the inflow."

She took a deep breath, "And the episodes that you used to have... they are basically violent nightmares you had. Whenever you get defensive, your Dark, godly side takes over, and I think we all agree that it is violent. You view us as dangers to yourself whenever you are stuck in such nightmares.... it's like sleepwalking. You think you are fighting enemies, Titans or monsters, when you are actually fighting us."

She got slight tears in her eyes. "It is not your fault, Percy. It is a basic defensive reflex that you have no control over." She took a shuddering breath, before continuing, "And now that you have more power available, your Dark, godly side is getting stabilized, comfortable in your body, and calmer. So, in a nutshell, the fact that the four joined the harem, means that you will no longer have such episodes, and will be calm, most of the time. We should thank them for this." She looked up at the four.

Styx was looking smug, while Eris and Nemesis were blushing adorably, trying to hide themselves as everyone looked at them thankfully.  Nyx was not paying attention, locked in a fierce game with Ruby on her new handheld console.

The Primordial was addicted to video games, now that she was introduced to them.

Percy grumbled beneath his breath. "And they never think of thanking the one who took the decision."

Thalia smacked the back of his head. "Shut up, Percy."

Piper suddenly grinned evilly at him, before turning to Rachel, who was serving everyone ice cream. "I think we spoil him too much, what do you say?"

"We say not to give him ice cream!" Everyone else chorused, going along with the flow. Surprisingly, even the new Dark goddesses, who were still getting accustomed to living in a harem with twenty others, added to the cacophony, having gotten used to the little pranks and jokes everybody played on each other.

Rachel smiled at Percy in apology, though her bright green eyes shined with mischief. "I'm sorry, Percy." She began keeping his bowl back, when the Dark god, his eyes wide, jumped at her, grasping her slim hand tightly in his larger paw, not allowing her to keep the bowl back. Everyone laughed at his antics.

"Rachel! You won't not give me ice cream!" He gaped at her, his eyes wide and slightly teary as the Oracle laughed at his obvious distress.

These were thoughts of the past.

The present was pleasant, and peaceful again.

It was midday, again, and everyone was eating ice cream, again. It was the standard dessert after a filling lunch on the tropical island, in the cool of the air-conditioned dining room.

Someone had had the brilliant idea to install curtains in front of the sliding glass door, to block the scorching heat of the sunlight filtering in, on the tropical island. That, coupled with the air conditioning, kept the crowded dining room cool. The room was large enough to fit all of them, sitting around a massive round table on the cool, marble floor.

The room was dark, slightly illuminated by the little sunlight escaping the blinds. Even in the darkness, everyone was visible, shining white teeth and eyes glowing in the darkness. Those with golden, blonde hair shining in the darkness were visible. Creamy, pale skin glowed in the darkness, Artemis enough to illuminate her corner of the room.

A lazy smile played across Percy's lips, his dark sea-green eyes shining like two shadowy emeralds, as he glanced around the room, surveying the room as he clutched his bowl of chocolate ice cream tightly in his hand.

"What are you looking at, Percy?" Reyna asked from beside him.

He smiled softly to himself, unseen by the others in the room. "I'm looking at how happy you all are. This is a far cry from the tense, chaotic drama I had to face earlier."

"Hmm... true are the words that you speak, o all-wise, omnipotent Dark god." Athena agreed, making him elbow her with a scowl on his face.

Athena laughed at him, clutching her arm as she cracked up at his indignant expression. Her laughter was infectious, and soon, the entire room was laughing at the Dark god.

Slowly, a small smile broke through Percy's lips as he leaned down to Reyna's ear. "When was the last time you saw Athena laugh?"

She smiled back up at him. "Things are getting better."

He smiled, catching Thalia choking on her ice cream as she laughed at him. Artemis banged her lieutenant on the back, cracking up herself, making Thalia gasp and choke.

Percy laughed at her misery.

Hestia snapped at him. "You shouldn't laugh at others, Percy."

He looked at her incredulously, feeling betrayed. He looked back at Athena, then Thalia, then Hestia, shrugging his shoulders as he continued to stare at her in disbelief.

Hestia blushed bright golden at his implications, and her bright gold was as visible as Artemis' silver skin.

"Are you guys having a good time?" A head popped in through the curtains covering the glass door. Percy nearly had a heart attack at the head with no visible body.

Dirty blonde hair and blue eyes shining mischievously told everyone who it was.

"Hermes," Artemis stated, "What are you doing here?"

"I came with your stuff. Some... interesting stuff I saw, in several of your things."

Ruby squeaked indignantly. "You were not supposed to go through our stuff, Lord Hermes!"

He looked at her incredulously. "How was I supposed to pack everything up if I don't go through everything individually? Don't worry, your underwear is untouched."

"Hermes," Artemis started calmly, "If I ever find out that you went anywhere near any of our underwear, start counting down what few seconds you have with your precious genitals."

While all the girls were bickering with the god of thieves, Percy had more important things to attend to. He quickly glanced at where Eris, Nemesis, Styx and Nyx were sitting, relieved to find them not there. They had somehow managed to escape without being noticed by the messenger god. The fewer people knew about them being in his harem, the better. Especially the loose-lipped messenger god.

He let out a sigh of relief, intending on getting Hermes out of the room as soon as possible. "Now, Hermes, if you can just follow me outside, and stop leaking all the cool air of the room to the hot air of the island, I'll be much obliged."

Accordingly, he followed the messenger god outside.

Percy gulped.

Of course.

Hermes, being the god of mischief, just had to pack everything together into an enormous, ten-foot-tall, rectangular box threatening to burst at any moment.

"I nearly broke my back getting this here." He groaned, and for emphasis, rubbed his back.

"You could have just... I dunno, brought it separately, perhaps, in smaller boxes?"

Hermes ignored his sarcastic remark, instead bringing out his phone. "I should have charged you more, but fine! First, and only, time discount for you, Perseus."

Percy's mind was elsewhere, "Hey George! Hey Martha! Got some new, juicy rats lately?"

The snakes wriggled to life.

"Perseus! We hear you are a god now! Congratulations, our favourite demigod!" Martha said.

"You are our favourite demigod only because you fed us tasty rats." George corrected, but nodded his head, nonetheless. "Good job, anyways."

"There is no 's' in anyway," Athena muttered absent-mindedly, standing beside Artemis, in the shadow of the enormous box of personal stuff for the girls. Everyone was open-mouthed as they stared at the package.

"Soo... do you want me to unpack it for you?" Hermes asked, keeping George and Martha away.

"No!" All the girls shouted together, frantically waving away the god.

Hermes groaned, "I was hoping you would, Percy..."

The Dark god smirked at him. "Why do I feel like it would charge more? I think I will do it myself...." He waited for a moment. "You gotta listen to your girl- girls, man."

Hermes' eyes twinkled mischievously. "Suit yourself."

Without another word, he flashed away.

"Umm...." Percy scratched the back of his head sheepishly now that the messenger god was gone. "How do we get this inside?"

"Not we, you," Thalia smirked at him, booping his nose before she strutted in, swaying her hips enticingly as she teased him. Percy growled at her. The daughter of Zeus was just begging to be spanked.

Hestia smiled apologetically at him, before she headed off to the cool refuge of the dining room.

"Hey, guys!" Percy waved his arms, stopping them in their tracks. "I just realised something!"

Mentally, he had to give Hermes credit for coming up with such a tricky plan. "Hermes packed everything together.... sooo, I can't really deliver it all to you if I don't go through your stuff personally. And you also need to be present to claim your stuff... I've got a feeling nothing will be labelled."

"What?!" Almost everyone shouted, eyes wide, then, together, they shouted at the sky, as if cursing him, "FUCK YOU, HERMES!"

Percy could swear he heard the messenger god laughing at the trick he pulled.

"Absolutely not!" Artemis protested vehemently, shaking her head and making her auburn curls bounce.

Percy grumbled, "Why are you all trying to be so secretive, anyway?"

"Because a girl's gotta keep her privacy from a male, even if it's you, Percy," Atalanta explained softly to the childish god, blushing slightly when he stared hard at her.

"Fine!" He threw his arms in exasperation, "You all do it yourself! See if you get any help from me!"

Phoebe nodded her head sagely. "That would probably be for the best."

"And I will finish all the ice cream!" He added, trying to get them to expose what they were hiding from him.

Even that threat failed to crack their staunch determination to hide their stuff from him. Even Thalia stood still when he announced that he will be eating all the ice cream, glaring murderously at him, though her lips remained tightly shut.

Slowly, a teasing smirk broke out on his face. "Even if I can't see your stuff, the other girls will. I'm sure sooner or later, I'll know."

No desirable reaction, though several of them blushed, looking at each other in embarrassment.

Percy played his final trump card.

"I know you are trying to hide your Percy Jackson merchandise from me. Percy Jackson pillows, my stolen t-shirts, boxers and sex toys."

He grinned widely when everyone, including Hestia, Artemis, the Hunters and Athena, blushed furiously at his words, protesting and denying his claims vehemently.

Even his own little sisters were not spared.

And he ducked to save himself from the things thrown at his head, and raced back to the safety of the house, followed by Thalia's angry shouts of "I'll sell your head as merchandise, come back here, stupid Jackson!"

Chapter 29: Helping Hestia: Part 1

Time: A Few Days Later

"Will you stop worrying for them one single moment?" Percy groaned at the constantly fretting goddess.

It was not even like they were at Ogygia. Right now, they were walking along a wide road, somewhere on the eastern coast. Percy wasn't sure where they were, exactly, and it was not like it affected them in any way. They could just have flashed anywhere they liked.

The only reason they were here was that he had visited the same fair with Annabeth a few years back, their first date in the mortal world. So, it seemed fitting to have his first date in the same place, now that she was gone.

Percy was thankful for the clouded sky, which blocked out the sun, the air slightly cool and the world shadowy. It had a slight grey tinge to it, accompanied by the invigorating smell of fresh earth, it heralded impending rain. It was a welcome break from the constant heat and golden sunshine of his tropical island. A slight breeze blew through his hair, further ruffling his messy black locks. The roads were mostly empty, except for the pedestrians and the occasional car zooming by. The green leaves of the trees rustled, fresh and vibrant, reinvigorated by the promise of rain.

No one knew why he was taking Hestia to this out of place fair, and not one of the big ones in the larger cities. He hadn't told anyone, nor did he plan to tell them anytime soon.

"I know!" Hestia almost shouted in her ear, frantic as she tried to Iris Message them again, but she was restrained by Percy. "It's just.... I don't know..."

Percy wrapped an arm around her shoulders, dragging the much shorter girl to his chest. "They will be fine, Hestia, just relax."

"But-" she made a dissatisfied noise.

He gripped her shoulders, forcing her to look up into his dark sea-green eyes with wide, almost scared brown orbs. "Everything is okay, right?"

She nodded.

"We will be away only for a few hours, right?"

Another nod.

"They have several immortals among them, and all of them are above fifteen, right?"

Nod.

"So they can take care of themselves?"

"I need to go and check on them!" Hestia clapped her hand over her mouth, afraid she was annoying Percy too much on their first date. This was her nervousness talking.

Percy groaned. "Okay. One more Iris Message, and then, we will have the entire day to ourselves, right?"

She nodded, chewing her lower lip in anxiety and worry.

"Okay, come on, let's go here." The two made their way to a shady alley, and after checking that no one was present, Percy used his powers over moisture as a son of Poseidon to make a slight mist.

"Fleecy, do me a solid, and show me the girls at Ogygia."

The mist shimmered, and Percy hugged Hestia close to his chest, the shorter goddess fitting perfectly into his taller frame, almost as if she was made specifically for him. She snuggled closer to his warmth, enjoying the feeling of his strong arms wrapped around her comfortingly, protectively, and possessively.

"CAMPING IS NOT ALLOWED!!" Rose's indignant shout immediately met their ears, making the two wince slightly as the rest laughed at her.

"Hey Percy, Hestia." Ruby greeted them as she caught sight of the two. "Back again so soon?"

"Yeah." Percy groaned.

"Are you all right?" The hearth goddess said, not minding the bored god behind her.

"Yes, we are!" Nyx shouted from somewhere, only for Rose to pop her head into view. "I'm not. This is the fifth time I died from snipers. Big brother, tell Violet to stop camping!"

From somewhere, Neo added her opinion. "Snipers are supposed to camp! Do you want to switch characters with me?"

"What are you playing?" Percy asked, gleeful for this, only to be elbowed in the ribs.

"Have you eaten anything? Is anybody injured? Should I go back?" She asked at a rapid pace, making Ruby laugh.

Aphrodite popped her head in, pushing Rose out of view. "Hestia, everything is fine on our end. You just enjoy yourself, without worrying about us. Show that stud the time of his life!" And with a saucy, suggestive wink, the love goddess waved her hand through the message, abruptly cutting it off, before the furiously blushing Hestia could say anything.

Percy took the opportunity to pin the goddess against the wall, using his taller frame to dominate her shorter body. He cupped her cheeks gently, looking into her warm brown eyes lovingly. "Hestia... do you not want this date?"

She violently shook her head, opening her lips to answer. No word came out, however, as Percy leaned down, silencing her with his lips.

Pleasurable sparks ran up Hestia's being, as she stood on her tiptoes, trying her best to kiss him back with equal passion and skill. Her soft, warm lips ran in sync with his as they tried to devour each other's lips, trying to convey their raging emotions the best they could. The light-headed hearth goddess could feel his warmth, could hear his rapid heartbeat as she tasted his delicious lips.

She was the first one to break their passionate embrace, breathless and golden-cheeked, cursing her lack of skill and experience.

Percy stared deep into her warm brown eyes for a moment, and she stared back, before looking away with a golden blush. He could see her excitement, her cheeks were bright gold, and her ears were tinged the same, vibrant shade. His eyes started wandering, trying to burn the view of his beautiful, gentle hearth goddess permanently into his mind.

Hestia reached only till the lower part of his chest, she was so small- one of the shortest goddesses in her eighteen-year-old form. Or he was that large.

She was wearing his hoodie, a thick crimson garment that was too long for her. It hung cutely till her knees, the sleeves too long for her slim arms, and hanging loosely from her wrist, flapping cutely whenever she moved. He did not know how she kept the hoodie from slipping off her shoulders, but it didn't. Beneath the long hoodie that almost doubled as a dress, Hestia wore tight, comfortable jeans that hugged all her curves.

The hoodie made her look cute, and marked her as his, but Percy wasn't sure why she would wear such a long hoodie outside. Maybe to stop perverts from staring at her?

Beside the imposing, tall and muscular figure of the Dark god, his dark eyes and sharp, dangerous looks, it just screamed that she was his property.

She was his obedient pet.

Her long, soft and silky brown hair cascaded down in front, forming a gentle, soft curtain as they framed her angelic face in a brown halo. Her warm brown eyes shined with a bright light and hope, her soft and pink, slightly swollen lips, almost perpetually curled up in a blinding smile, showing off her shining, perfect teeth. Her laugh, like the beautiful tinkling of small bells, was the most cheerful sound in the world, inducing hope in anyone fortunate enough to hear her. She carried with her the pleasant scent of home-cooked meals, a scent that induced nostalgia and childish longing in anyone, accompanied by a lesser scent of fragrant, expensive cologne that Aphrodite had made her wear for the date. Small silver earrings, just simple triangles dangling from her gold-tinged ears, tinkled, forming a pleasant sound.

The hoodie sure did hide nice things. Her sizeable rack, which Percy knew intimately from that one time, was visible only as a slight protrusion from her chest, thanks to the large cloth hanging loosely from her shoulders. His eyes followed her slim stomach to wide, childbearing hips. Thick, luscious thighs completed the goddess' perfect hourglass figure. Comfortable, white sneakers protected her small, soft feet.

Most of the time, she was the epitome of cuteness.

However, Hestia could be hot and sexy, an enticing little vixen throwing sultry smirks and 'fuck me senseless' looks when she wanted.

Percy could not ever overestimate how lucky he was, to be able to see that side of her. The only one to ever see that side of the hearth goddess since the dawn of time itself.

Percy remembered clearly how well she sucked his cock. Inexperienced, yes, but enthusiastic and eager to learn.

Her soft lips wrapped tightly around his thick, hard meat, her warm, wet velvet tongue massaging his sensitive tip, lapping up all the ample pre he leaked. Her throat muscles involuntarily massaging his cock, trying to coax a load out of him. Her warm, brown eyes, innocent yet excited, looked up at him. She blushed when she caught him staring intensely at her, her cheeks and ears tinged bright gold. Yet, despite her embarrassment, she did not let go of his cock, balls deep in her warm, wet mouth.

Instead, she sucked even harder.

Percy jolted out from his dream world, coming to a surprising, sudden realization.

It was confirmed by the sight before him.

Hestia had obviously watched him ogle her as he held her captive between himself and the wall. She was blushing furiously, immortal ichor rushing up to her face to heat her cheeks, her ears tinged gold. Percy was sure that she would faint if he kissed her again, and he could almost see the steam coming out of her ears as she blushed down to her neck. Her pale creamy skin assumed a golden tint, shining and glistening in the light. Her thick thighs, were rubbing against each other as she tried to smother the burning flame of arousal, the movement clearly visible even through the long, loose hoodie that hid most of her body.

It might have been the kiss they had shared, but, Percy reasoned, his thought was more probable.

Hestia was an exhibitionist.

His signature, devilish crooked smirk twisted his lips, his dark sea green shining with mirth as he stared at the shy hearth goddess, who secretly loved being watched.

The little detail told him loads about the hearth goddess, and explicit detail of what buttons he needed to push with her.

He pulled down her crimson hood, making Hestia stare up at him. "Now we'll enjoy ourselves without any worry, yes?"

"Yes!" She nodded, her voice excited and hopeful, smiling brightly up at him as her brown eyes shined like gemstones through the shadows cast by the hood.

He smiled back at her, lifting her hood to place a soft, warm kiss on her forehead, before he held out an arm. Hestia laced her arm through the crook of his elbow, walking with an added bounce in her step.

As soon as they entered the fair itself, it was as if a switch had been flicked.

Hestia was like a kid at Christmas as she jumped from shop to shop, dragging Percy along with her. Expertly weaving through the crowds of people milling about, she stopped and looked at every shop window, her eyes wide at the little, cheap trinkets put on display.

"Percy, what is that?" She asked, tugging at his shirt as she pointed at a stall selling cotton candy, "Is that food?" She asked, eyeing all the couples buying.

Percy smiled at her, handing her a cone. Hestia smiled giddily at that, taking a bite out of the pink, sweet, sugary treat, which melted in her mouth deliciously.

"This is heavenly!" She announced, never having had any modern mortal street food.

Percy cracked a grin. "At least, now, this man can say his cotton candy has been certified by Hestia herself!"

Hestia ignored his lame joke. "Won't you have some?"

In response, Percy raised his own cone of sugar, "As if I'll willingly miss out on anything sweet."

Hestia rolled her eyes, even as a smile tugged at her lips. "Of course."

The two, basically joined at the hip, went through a few more shops.

"What is this?" Hestia childishly demanded of her companion, pointing at a man standing beside a strange-looking.... object.

Percy smiled at the goddess, his eyes shining at her cuteness. The sleeve of his crimson hoodie dangled loosely from the end of her arm. He pulled her towards the man, "This is a strongman competition, my Hestia." He ignored the golden blush on Hestia's face at hearing him call her his, instead dropping a dollar onto the outstretched palm of the man.

He lifted the hammer, and a second later, the metallic sound of a bell rang in the air.

"Which one do you want, goddess?"

Hestia hesitated, and Percy chose for her.

"Here." It was a simple, yet elegant, beautiful golden chain with small rubies, and a small, heart-shaped silver pendant dangling from the end. The pendant was blank, ready to be filled with happy memories.

Hestia happily let down her oversized hood, lifting her brown hair to expose the pale skin of her neck. Her soft, pink lips were curled up in a blinding smile.

Percy fastened the clasp of the chain around her neck, pecking the chain and her exposed skin.

Hestia's face drowned in gold at the gesture, and she hissed, "We are in public, Percy!"

He just shrugged, and offered her a sexy smirk that temporarily took away her ability to speak. Unconsciously, the hearth goddess' small fist closed around the empty silver pendant hanging around her neck, and a small smile played upon her lips, as she chased a laughing Percy through the thick crowds of the fair.

A few minutes later, Hestia looked up in childlike wonder, her brown eyes wide, at the massive circular structure that dominated most of the fair. "What is that, Percy?"

He smiled down at the short goddess, hugging her tightly to his chest. "That is the Ferris wheel. Come on, we'll ride that now!"

And he guided her through the numerous couples making their way to the wheel, Hestia loving his warmth as she pressed herself closer to his chest. His strong hand wrapped around her shoulders protectively, holding her tightly.

The lights around them, the cheerful sounds... Hestia laughed loudly, lost in the innocence of her childish joy.

She was loving every moment of the day, as she was dragged about by the enthusiastic Dark god, hell-bent on showing her everything the fair had to offer.

She eyed the various couples boarding the Ferris wheel, and tugged at Percy's shirt. "Come on, Percy! We'll miss the ride!"

The son of Poseidon forked over a few dollars to the man at the booth, turning to attend to his beautiful.... girlfriend? He laughed as she hurriedly dragged him over to the Ferris wheel.

Hestia glared at her smokin' hot boyfriend, huffing as she sat beside him in one of the capsules on the Ferris wheel. "You're mean."

Wait, back up a bit.

Smokin' hot, he was. Her boyfriend, was he? Hestia wasn't sure, but she assumed that since they were on a date, alone, he could have been her boyfriend, if only for that day.

"Are you angry with me?" He asked softly.

Hestia did not answer, making a dissatisfied sound with her mouth as she snuggled closer into his side. She glared off into the distant lights of the city, unable to remain angry with him for too long.

"Percy..."

He hummed.

"Why are you not hugging me?"

He laughed, "I thought you did not like PDA."

"We're not in public." She reasoned, snuggling closer to him as they rose.

"I love you, Hestia." Percy pecked her cheek as he hugged her tightly, making her face heat up.

Did he mean it?

Just when they were at the very top of the Ferris wheel, it lurched to a stop. Hestia looked up at Percy worriedly, "Is this supposed to happen?"

His brows furrowed. "No..."

He was cut off as a voice sounded over the intercom. "I'm sorry, ladies and gentlemen, but due to unforeseen technical circumstances, the ride has been stuck..." The man droned on and on, sounding bored.

Everything was silent for a while, the two of them just enjoying the others' company.

It was Hestia who broke the silence.
"It's been an awful day for you, hasn't it?"

Percy tightened his hold on her. "What makes you say that?"

"The weather's awful, I was constantly worrying about the others when this was supposed to be only our day out, and now-now this. I'm awful. I should never have-"

"Did you enjoy yourself?"

"Yeah, but you-" The hearth goddess was cut off again, as Percy spun her, so that she was sprawled atop him.

"You enjoyed yourself, yourself that's what matters to me. You know, it's the duty of the man to show his girl a good time. Not the other way around."

Percy was already scrunched on the seat as he attempted to lie down in the small compartment. His head rested against the glass of one window, and his legs were propped up against the other. His dark sea-green eyes watched the grey sky through the glass ceiling of the Ferris wheel.

They were right at the tip of the wheel. How convenient.

Hestia tried to prop herself up on her arms, but she was restrained by Percy's strong arms, which held her captive against the chest. She struggled for a while, before yielding. The hearth goddess looked up at Percy, who was still looking at the stormy sky. Her chin rested against his sternum, and her head rose and fell with his chest as he breathed.

He finally lolled his head back lazily to look at her, lightly pecking her soft lips. Despite her best attempts, Hestia could not help but enjoy his affections.

He kissed her again, this time, longer, more passionate and harsher. Her head was pressed back despite her best efforts to reciprocate, their lips locked in a rough kiss as he completely dominated her. Any words she might have had, died in her throat as she moaned into his mouth, lost in overwhelming pleasure at his aggression.

Percy broke their kiss, his eyes shining with mirth.

Before Hestia could say anything, Percy captured her lips in another intimate kiss.

Hestia suddenly felt hot underneath her oversized hoodie. Right then, the only thing she wanted was to strip completely naked, and to show herself off to her lover.

"What are you doing?" She protested lightly between kisses, but her body did not resist. All sorts of pleasurable sensations ran through her being with every gentle caress.

She could not help but wonder how he could be so harsh and rough, but soft and gentle, at the same time.

"Look at it like this." He encouraged, kissing her again. "Your incessant worrying tells me what a nice and caring person you are inside." For emphasis, he placed a gentle, comforting kiss on her forehead. "This malfunction has enabled me to spend some more time with you, alone. Away from anybody else."

He gained a mischievous twinkle in his dark sea-green eyes. "Do you remember what happened the last time we were completely alone?"

He continued, callously ignoring her furious, embarrassed golden blush, "And what is it about the weather? The weather's perfect." He rolled her again, effortlessly, as if she were just a doll, so that Hestia rested her head against his chest. So that she could see what he was seeing.

Hestia's warm brown eyes scanned the grey sky through the glass ceiling, and she could see what Percy meant.

It was raining.

The grey sky wept for the hearth goddess, the cool raindrops pitter-pattering against the glass, forming a melodious music. A strong wind swayed the compartment on the Ferris wheel. But Hestia did not feel threatened. It reminded her of a loving mother gently rocking her children to sleep. The stormy clouds swirled in the sky, and the distant city lights twinkled through the curtain of rain, a multitude of all colours. It was beautiful.

This was just the kind of weather that Percy loved.

Unconsciously, a beautiful smile blossomed on the gentle goddess' angelic face, even as her heavy eyelids drooped in sleep.

She was more comfortable in the cramped Ferris wheel compartment, with Percy, in the rain, than she was in her bed without him.

Her head rested against her lover's chest, his steady heartbeat forming a lullaby along with the steady music of the relentless rain. Her smaller body was safe in his lap, his warmth comforting and protective. His warm, strong arms were wrapped around her short, curvy body. His chin was pressed against the top of her head. She was clothed in his oversized, crimson hoodie that he had gladly (read: unknowingly) given her. His warm breath on her neck, sent goosebumps up her skin, his fragrant scent in her nose.

Her pink lips were swollen, and slightly bruised, and the several kisses she had shared with him, were foremost on her mind, dampening her senses. A wanton giddiness filled her being, and inside, Hestia was jumping up and down in joy, despite her sleepiness.

She felt like she was in Elysium.

"I love you, Hestia. You are mine, and I mean it." He gently bit down on the exposed part of her neck, making Hestia moan and tilt her head, allowing him more access to her. His abnormally sharp teeth sank deliciously into her skin, and Hestia was confused about which was the pain or the pleasure. Her body was assaulted by truckloads of bliss, and she felt like she was going to orgasm from that singular action.

The day was anything but imperfect.

"I am yours."

Chapter 30: Helping Hestia: Part 2

Time: A Few Hours Later

Hestia surprised Percy as she tackled him to the floor, right in the corridor that housed all the girls' rooms.

Her soft lips pressed to his in a soul-searing kiss. Percy's toes curled in ecstasy as his goddess showed off all the skills and knowledge she had acquired that day, unbothered by her swollen, and sore lips.

Percy broke off the kiss first, not for lack of breath or anything. "What are you doing, Hestia?!" He hissed. "The others will be coming here any moment now."

Despite his best attempts, he could feel the traitorous lion in his loins stir hungrily.

Hestia rested atop his body, her massive D- cup tits mashed against his chest. He could feel them, warm, soft and inviting, against his chiselled body. She was still wearing his hoodie, the oversized fabric engulfing her short, curvy frame. She seemed so small in front of him... she was small in front of him, reaching only to the lower side of his chest.

Her warm brown eyes were glazed over in -Percy felt himself growl hungrily- lust, and nothing but sheer, unadulterated lust for him as she bit her pink lower lip, presenting him with a sultry look. Her soft, full pink lips were swollen and bruised from his previous aggression, and Percy smirked wolfishly, remembering her reactions to his aggression. Her smooth, pale cheeks were tinged with gold, showing her coy embarrassment, despite her otherwise sultry demeanour.

Hestia batted her eyelashes at the god, smiling at him. She felt something.... alien inside her, a burning heat, an incessant hunger for the feast beneath her. It was the same driving force that had prompted her to.... offer her services to him previously.

Hestia forced down the blush rising up her neck, knowing that whatever she did, Percy would never allow her to be hurt. "Percy..." she whispered, her eyes flicking down to his tasty, swollen lips. "I don't know what I'm doing."

He cupped her cheek gently, pressing his lips softly against her for a sweet, brief moment. "I love you, Hestia. What do you want to do right now?"

"The day was so great, and fun and all that.... and now, I want some more time with you.... alone. Percy," she took a deep breath, looking into his dark sea-green eyes with her warm brown eyes, a stubborn confidence and passion, burning like a wildfire, and chasing away the clouds of wanton lust that cloyed her judgment. "I want you to take my virginity, right now."

"Are you-"

"And stop constantly making sure if I'm okay, Percy. I know you will never hurt me, and I trust you, and I want you to do this." Without missing a beat, she summoned a cube of ambrosia, and popped it into her mouth. "See," she spoke through a mouthful of godly food, "I'm not drunk or under the influence of anything, so.... just stop being your worried self. I don't think you were this worried with Annabeth."

Her eyes watered. "Is this because... I'm-I'm different from what you had with Annabeth?"

Percy hastened to kiss her tears away. "No, Hestia. If that's what you want, that's what you'll get." He cocked a sexy smirk for her benefit.

He got the desired result as Hestia blushed golden and hid her face in his chest, occasionally peeking up at him with brown orbs, but then hiding again when her eyes met his.

Percy's chest rumbled in a deep laugh. "Should we take this to my room?"

She nodded into his chest, still speechless and blushing.

Percy flashed them away to his room.

Absentmindedly, Hestia noted that she had never been in his room- the master bedroom- bar that one time when he tried to commit suicide. The most prominent piece of furniture in the room was an enormous bed, soft and inviting, that occupied most of it. Now that all the immortal ichor was gone, she could see that the walls had been repainted in dark colours- dark red, blue and black with slight golden and silver swirls. She peeked from his chest, noticing the various cabinets, closets and wardrobes he had, all lining the walls. There was a framed picture of Annabeth on the bedside table, with a fresh jug of red roses beside it. A large fifty-inch television spanned one wall, part of a complex set up of a PC and several gaming consoles.

Hestia was jerked out of her quiet observations by her soon to be lover.

"Come on, Hestia. If you just blush that much from my smile, what will you do when we get to the main part?" His words made her blush even further.

Percy drew his goddess in for a kiss. A hot, steamy one to push all her buttons and make her hornier than ever.

His eyes fluttered shut as he lost himself to the feeling of the kiss. She tasted much like ambrosia, there was no other way to describe it. Her soft lips pressed against his, a heavenly cushion as soft as every other inch of her delectable body. Her beautiful scent filled his nostrils, a fragrant smell between the remnants of a coal fire and a freshly cooked meal. Her lips moved in sync with his, as she kissed him with skill that belonged to a love goddess.

Subtly, Percy manipulated his power to give the hearth goddess a confidence boost, massaging her small shoulders as he hugged her tightly to his chest.

If there was one problem with kissing Hestia, it's that he always had to lean down, almost doubling over to her level. Or, the much more used alternative, was to lift the light goddess in his strong arms till she was at his level.

Being as tall as he was, sucked. Sure, there were pros, but they were far outweighed by the cons.

Hestia gasped for breath when she broke the kiss a minute later, a furious golden blush adorning her face. Percy let her gently drop to her own feet, and Hestia buried her heated face into his chest, not believing what she was about to do.

Sure, she had sucked his cock before, but this time.... it was different. She was going to expose herself to him, well knowing about the myriad of unknown, pleasurable experiences she was about to indulge in.

"How do you want it?" He asked, his voice firm and commanding.

Hestia felt the heat between her thighs grow at his tone, and she hesitated, subtly rubbing her thighs together in arousal.

"Don't be afraid to tell me what you feel, Hestia." His voice was softer this time.

"I want it hard.... and rough, with you in charge." She asked, blushing as she heard her own words.

Did he think her to be a pervert?

Would he reject her?

She was answered by a soft, comforting kiss on her forehead. "Good girl." He praised, making her blush and stutter.

"Yo-you're not angry?" She asked, meekly.

He smiled down at her, "Why would I be, when you told me the truth? Especially when the truth is what I want to hear?"

She blushed as he kissed her forehead again. "Are you ready, Hestia? There is no going back on your word once we get started."

"Yes!" She nodded enthusiastically, afraid that even a moment's delay would make him change his mind.

He pecked her lips again, softly. The last sign of soft love and affection she was about to get from him for the rest of the night.

It was as if Percy had a split personality disorder. His previous soft, loving and caring atmosphere evaporated, to give birth to a harsh, strict Dark god. His dark sea-green eyes hardened till they were as cold as emeralds, and his jaw tightened subtly, accentuating his sexy stubble and sharp jawline. His lips set in a thin line that expressed little emotion, despite the smile tugging at the corner of his eyes.

Hestia felt a new wave of her warm, feminine juices soak her underwear in arousal.

"Now, strip." His voice was harsh and commanding, making her blush and stutter.

"Wa-wait." She stammered, her voice drowning in gold at his bold gesture. "Right here?"

Percy snapped at her. "Did I stutter? I told you to strip."

"Ri-right here?"

"Call me sir, or master!" He snapped, "And yes! The longer you delay, the greater punishment you will get."

Hestia blushed to even deeper, impossible shades of gold, as she complied.

The hearth goddess unpinned the oversized hoodie, letting it drop to the floor. The crimson fabric slid off her shoulder, cascading down in a gentle waterfall till it pooled around her feet.

The cool air immediately assaulted Hestia's pale, sensitive skin, making it flush gold as goosebumps ran up her arm. Beneath the hoodie, she was only wearing a sleeveless white vest and a plain white bra.

Hestia ignored her heated face as she reached back to unclip her bra, letting it fall to the floor beside her hoodie. Her tits sprang into freedom, jiggling enticingly beneath her- now tight- vest. Her hard, erect nipples poked against the soft fabric, and she could feel her dom's scrutinizing eyes examine every inch of her critically. Her vest was short, almost like a tank top, revealing her soft, slim stomach and cute bellybutton, along with a short glimpse of her prominent hipbones.

Her golden blush did not recede a bit as she felt the cool air touch and caress her exposed, sensitive breasts, finally free from the tight, restraining bonds of her underwear.

Silently, aroused by her humiliation, Hestia unbuttoned her jeans and worked it off her wide, childbearing hips, swaying her hips for the benefit of her audience of one. Her jeans dropped to her feet, her slim legs offering no resistance, and Hestia was almost completely bare in front of her crush.

She knew that her panties were almost completely soaked through, the white fabric turning more grey, as the damp cloth clung to her sensitive nether regions.

The hearth goddess moved to remove her new necklace and earrings, but Percy stopped her. "The jewellery stays on. The rest of the clothes, come off."

Hestia turned around to face the wall in embarrassment, so that she could hide as much of herself from Percy as possible, though it was not much. She pulled her vest over her head, finally exposing her heavenly tits to the world.

The hearth goddess leaned down to take off her panties, struggling slightly as the wet fabric stuck to her smooth skin. She was aware of Percy's eyes following her every movement, following her soaked panties as they dropped to the floor, examining the gentle curves of her perfectly shaped bubble butt, her pale, creamy skin tinged gold.

"You look delicious, my goddess." Percy complimented, making her feel happy and gleeful about his appreciation. "Now turn around."

Golden-cheeked, Hestia turned around, trying to cover as much of herself as possible. Her right arm tried to conceal her breasts, but to no avail. It only had the effect of her slender arm sinking into the delicious, soft flesh of her boobs, further accentuating the formidable size of her milk jugs. Meanwhile, her left arm was lost between her thick thighs as she tried to hide her wet, virgin cunt from his wandering gaze.

Hestia blushed down to her neck as she saw the camera in Percy's hands. There was a soft click as he captured the lewd image of his naked goddess, trying futilely to hide herself from him. Her creamy shoulders were tinged gold in embarrassment, as her collarbones.

Hestia felt a fresh wave of arousal pooling in her left palm, which cupped her sex, in a futile attempt to hide herself.

"Great job." Percy examined the photo, his lips curled up in a devilish smirk which made Hestia's knees go weak. "Now, get on the bed."

"Wh-what?" She stammered, her eyes fluttering.

Percy gave her a hard look, the smirk wiped off his face, instead plastered with a fierce, dissatisfied expression.

Hestia hastened to correct her mistake.

"Yes, sir." She answered meekly as she crawled onto his large, soft bed.

"On your hands and knees," Percy ordered from somewhere, directing her till her position was perfect in his opinion. "Great. Now, say cheese."

Hestia blushed instead as Percy clicked another picture of her naked body.

She was on her hands and knees in a doggy style position, her back arched to accentuate the gentle curves of her bubble butt. Her thighs were pressed tightly together as she tried to hide her virginity from his lens, despite all her feminine juices coating her slick thighs.

Hestia chewed on her lower lip, hiding her hot face in Percy's pillow. This had the unintended effect of making her smell Percy's musky scent directly from his pillows, sending another jolt of arousal through her sopping core.

"Great picture." Percy complimented, "Now spread your legs a bit."

"Yes, sir." Hestia could not believe what she was doing as she willingly spread her thighs apart, allowing the Dark god access to her hot core. Something about the position was just so..... appealing to her- he was in charge, and she was on her hands and knees like a needy bitch in heat on his bed, her face buried in his pillows, with Percy examining every inch of her with a camera, studying her as if she were some precious artwork... she had no way of knowing what command was coming next, which further excited the hearth goddess.

She stiffened when she felt his fingers, strong and firm, touch her sweltering honeypot, probing and studying.

She could hear the delight in his voice as he finally touched her sensitive, untouched core, his strong, firm fingers caressing her soft, smooth skin. "You shaved for me, I like it. You're gonna kept yourself clean shaven like this as long as you are on this island... which, is forever."

Percy was an expert with his fingers, and in no time at all, had the goddess moaning into his pillow, trying to suppress her moans as she ground her aroused pussy into his hand, trying to get him to go inside.

He did not comply, content with circling around her sensitive, fat lips, smearing her wetness around her crotch to give it a perfect, uniform sheen. He spread her cunt lips with his deft fingers, making a new torrent of her aroused nectar pool into his palm.

He trailed soft kisses on her soft asscheeks, sometimes sucking and licking slightly, never granting her what she wanted as he strictly kept away from her aroused holes. He smiled into her skin as he heard her moan lewdly from the feeling of his warm, wet lips on her soft skin. He latched onto a spot on her right asscheek, and started sucking, nibbling slightly so that he would leave a purple hickey on her smooth, soft skin.

"Uhhh-nggg, please don't stop, sir! Please let me finish." Hestia pleaded with him, bucking her hips desperately into his wrist, when Percy cruelly pulled away with a last, lingering kiss, just when she was on edge.

"Shh, goddess. Our photoshoot hasn't ended yet. A beauty like yours should be duly appreciated, yes? We will get to the main event as soon as possible if you're a good girl."

Hestia made a dissatisfied noise, wriggling to pleasure herself to climax. Percy snarled from his position atop her, "Bitch, if you disobey me, I'll have to punish you severely."

Hestia shivered as she fell silent. "I'm sorry, Master."

His voice softened again, "Be a little patient, goddess. Trust me, when I get to it, it'll be much better."

She again heard a click, and knew that Percy had taken a picture of her wet, virgin pussy and creamy thighs.

"Good, now..." Hestia gasped in surprised pain and pleasure, when she felt him hit her right asscheek.

"Ooh!" Percy exclaimed as he sat down beside her head, "Look at this, Hestia. This is perfect."

Embarrassed, she peeked at the picture he had just taken, her mouth falling open slightly as her brown eyes glazed over in lust.

In the picture, she looked perfect. Like an angel subjected to cruel perversion by a dominating beast, she looked every inch the goddess she was.

Her pale, creamy skin seemed to glow as she propped herself up on the bed in a doggy style position. Although her face could not be seen, her head was thrown back, her brown hair enough to recognize who she was. Her enormous, milky tits were mashed against the bed without restraint, and for the first time, Hestia got a correct view of how large her breasts actually were. Her back arched, allowing Percy better access to her backside, her thighs spread apart, revealing her sopping wet, cunt to the camera. Her jiggling ass was caught at the perfect moment, every bounce and ripple of her supple flesh visible. The red handprint on her milky skin marked her as his, accompanied by a purple love bite on her other cheek.

"What do you think?" Percy asked her, his eyes shining as if he had captured a masterpiece.

She blushed. "I look.... sexy."

"I know right?" He grinned at her, "Now, last three pictures, and we will work on satisfying you, okay?"

Hestia nodded eagerly.

"Great. Lie on the bed, on your side, propped up on an elbow. Give a sexy look to match the sexy pose." He listed off rapidly, making her blush as he set to work tinkering on the camera.

For the first time, Hestia saw Percy capture her picture, but she was too busy eagerly following his orders to notice anything else.

Hestia laid on her side, propping herself up on her right elbow. Her massive tits still sat firmly on her chest, barely falling to her side despite their weight. She felt the warm underside of her boobs on her arm, and draped the other underneath them, propping them up further so that Percy could get an even better picture of her erect nipples, poking from her milky flesh. It was not like she needed to make her basketball-sized tits look any larger. The hearth goddess shook her soft brown hair, allowing it to cascade down to slightly curtain her large, pink nipples from view. She was conscious of the enticing curves on her short body as she draped her thigh in front of her crotch to block her wet pussy from view, aware of the sexy curve of her wide, childbearing hips.

Percy grinned as he captured another picture of the slutty goddess. His slutty goddess. "Now we are talking. Great pose, Hestia!" He cheered for her, looking at her sexy expression. Her swollen, slightly bruised pink lips were parted slightly as she panted, looking at the camera lens through thick eyelashes and half-lidded eyes, her brown orbs glazed over in obvious, crippling lust.

"Now, on your back, arms over, or behind your head."

Hestia complied with an enthusiastic, "Yes, sir!" A giddy smile of happiness on her face as she indulged in her most perverted desires with the only man she ever loved romantically.

Hestia turned over on her back, bending her legs at the knees, so that her thick thighs hid her glistening cunt from sight. She put her hands loosely together, above her head, revealing every inch of her massive tits to the camera lens. Long, slender arms arched over her head in a lewd pose, revealing her smooth, soft body in all its glory. Her milky skin glistened in the light illuminating the room, which allowed Percy to see, and capture in perfect definition. Her brown hair still curtained her hard nipples, and she arched her back, accentuating her size. The creamy flesh of her milk jugs sat firm and round on her chest, like two warm, heavenly pillows. Her soft, slim stomach led to the wide curve of her waist, even better visible in this position. She bit her lower lip, presenting a lewd smile for the camera.

"Beautiful," Percy whispered, making Hestia blush a bright gold. She immediately used her godly powers to suppress her blush, presenting a lewd, blinding smile to the lens of his camera as she flaunted her naked body in an attempt to seduce him, to make him ravage her little body as she wanted.

Her exhibitionist streak was a mile long.

Percy grinned as he clicked another photo.

"Okay, last one. On your hands and knees on the floor."

"Yes sir." She smiled at him, as she obediently knelt in front of the Dark god, who was struggling to contain his raging lust.

Hestia knelt on the cool marble floor in front of the god, smiling up at him. Her soft thighs pressed together, she teasingly swung her massive tits, allowing the soft, creamy flesh to sway enticingly side from side. Her hard nipples ached for attention, erect and sensitive in the cold air. The hungry burning in her pussy had not receded a single bit, making her grind her thighs together as she tried to stick to Percy's strict orders not to touch herself.

Percy rubbed her lower lip with his thumb, making Hestia moan slightly as she sucked his finger into her warm, wet mouth. Her velvety tongue swirled over his thumb as she tried to remember all that she had learnt on how to deepthroat his cock properly, her soft lips puckered as she sucked on his thumb. Percy grinned down at her, using his thumb as a mini cock as he thrust into her mouth.

She looked up at the camera lens with a silly, fuck me look in her lustful brown eyes, smiling lewdly around his digit in her mouth.

Using one hand, he somehow clicked the picture as he tried not to moan from Hestia's surprisingly skilled mouth sucking on his thumb.

And before she knew it, Hestia was suddenly whipped around, and bent over the bed. Her eyes widened at the surprising speed at which Percy had moved, and she struggled as he pinned her upper body down to the bed, so that her legs dangled over the edge.

Percy leaned down close to her ear, whispering, "Now, goddess, let me show you what I can do."

Hestia shivered at his deep, husky tone, falling silent as he slithered down her short, curvy body, stroking her gently along sensitive spots which she herself had no idea existed. She jerked and arched her back as his fingers pressed and prodded, massaging her slim waist as his lips trailed down the inner side of her thighs.

Finally, he knelt on the cool marble floor of his room, his head between her legs, his soft, warm, wet lips placing gentle kisses on the sensitive insides of Hestia's thighs, smeared with her delicious feminine juices gushing from her sweltering cunt.

Hestia clamped down on Percy's head with her thighs to ensure that he could not leave her hanging like last time, as her hips bucked into his face.

She shivered, moaning loudly as she came undone almost at once from the slight stimulation of grinding into his face.

Percy smirked into her gushing pussy, before he showed her just what he could do with his tongue.

Percy ran his rough tongue in a long stroke, from her spasming pussy to her puckered pink asshole.

He decided that she tasted good- a taste similar to ambrosia, home-cooked dessert, fresh apples, the like, with just a hint of tanginess and underlying musky smell.

He latched onto her pussy as she finished riding out her orgasm, sucking on her sweltering honeypot as he lashed her sensitive, puffy pussy lips with his strong tongue. Maddened by her taste, and spurred by the erotic mewls she made, Percy spread her tight pussy lips with his tongue, and finally tasted her sensitive, pink flesh.

His breath, warm on her sensitive crotch, sent shivers up Hestia's spine as her toes curled in abject, mind-numbing pleasure. Her bare skin stung in the cool air of the air-conditioned room, completely contrasting the warm and pleasant sensations emanating from between her slick thighs. "More, Percy." She moaned his name, "Don't you dare stop."

Her hands snaked down to where her lover was between her thighs as Hestia moaned into the bedsheets. She fisted his messy, raven black hair, her hips unwittingly bucking into his face, smearing his tanned skin with her warm nectar, so that it glistened in the light.

She was about to be disappointed.

Percy smirked devilishly, before he looked up at her, stopping his ministrations on her hot core. His hands restrained her thighs and waist, preventing her from moving to pleasure herself.

Hestia groaned, "Wh-why have you stopped?"

Percy smirked up at her, "How do you address me, goddess?"

She blushed adorably as he pointed out her slip up in the heat of passion. "I'm sorry, sir." Her creamy skin was tinged gold, "Please can you make me orgasm, sir? For your cute little toy?" She could not believe the words that slipped from her lips as she pleaded with Percy, accompanied by her helpless tone. The ache in her loins did not recede a single bit, rather, only grew as she felt his warm breath between her thighs.

She closed her eyes and whimpered, "Please sir."

Hestia gasped, arching her back, her eyes fluttering open as Percy resumed eating her out vigorously.

He swirled his tongue on her delicious flesh, tasting his beautiful goddess' feminine juices that leaked from her untouched womanhood, occasionally nibbling and sucking her skin expertly. Guided by her lewd moans and gasps, he formed an intricate knowledge of all her sensitive spots, and put his skill to the test, trying to get the beautiful, pent up goddess to climax.

His slight, sexy stubble brushed against her sensitive, slick skin as he buried his face deeper between her thighs, inhaling her musky, aroused scent as her thighs clamped tighter around his head.

He smirked, ignoring the pressure around his head as she drew him in, his tongue exploring, probing her puffy pussy lips apart to dive in for short excursions, and to taste more of her heavenly nectar, which continued to flow in an endless stream. His hands tightened around her thighs, holding her in place.

He was gentle, sometimes, as he softly kissed her wet skin, and softly nibbled her sensitive flesh, he was harsh at other times as he sucked on her delicious clit, or gripped her soft ass in a vice grip or denied her another orgasm.

Percy decided, after several moments of debate, that he would finally grant her wish.

He captured her clit between his lips, sucking on it as he would suck on her tits, his tongue lashing her sensitive flesh to heighten her pain and pleasure. His firm, strong finger massaged her soft flesh, his fingers prodding and exploring as he ran his hand along her sopping slit or her soft ass crack.

With a scream that made him question the room's soundproofing, Hestia came undone in an explosive orgasm.

Her orgasmic fluids, pent up for several minutes of denial, rushed in a delicious torrent from her fat nether lips, making Percy latch on to her cunt, his tongue again exploring her sensitive flesh as he swallowed her warm nectar. Her body writhed as she begged for him to show mercy, but he did not relent, instead, continuing to tease the virgin hearth goddess through the explosive, first orgasm of her life.

"How did you like that, goddess?" He smirked as he pinned her down on the bed, flashing himself out of his clothes.

Hestia shivered as she finally felt his warm tip brush her thighs, slick with precum. Her wrists were pinned to the soft mattress by his larger palms, as his tall frame leaned over her shorter body, bent over the edge of the bed.

"Are you going to take my virginity now, sir?" Hestia asked in an innocent, schoolgirl tone that made Percy clamp down hard on his self-restraint to prevent himself from hurting her in his carnal lust.

"Do you want it, goddess?" He growled, leaning down to whisper in her ear. He took pleasure in seeing how she shivered, goosebumps running up her smooth skin as she nodded frantically.

"Please, sir. I am yours. Will you take me in this position, or should I shift?" She asked, referring to her current state, bent over the edge of the bed at the waist, so that Percy could take her from behind.

"Yes, goddess. Now, relax, and leave everything to me." He nibbled her neck gently, making Hestia moan as she involuntarily bucked her hips into his crotch, pressing her wet cunt against his raging erection.

Percy growled, "Bad girl." He gripped a fistful of her soft brown hair tightly, jerking her head back harshly by the hair. "If you continue to do this, I'll have to punish you, I'm afraid."

Hestia whimpered, "I'm sorry, sir."

Percy smirked at the submissive goddess as he pressed his other fist against her tailbone, finally making a move to penetrate the goddess, to finally make her, his.

He groaned, throwing his head back as his cock pressed against her soft, smooth pussy lips, making another new stream of juices gush from her cunt as his bulbous head stretched her tight virgin pussy more than anything before.

Hestia was on cloud 9, as she finally felt herself being penetrated by the only man she had ever loved, or would ever love.

Percy's warm, thick cock, still fresh on her mind, felt like it would rip her apart as he struggled to enter her unbelievably tight hole. His bulbous head, warm and velvety, made her feel a wonderful burn in her crotch, which had just receded after her orgasm. It hurt so much, but Hestia wanted more of him, and she would not settle for less.

She helped him along, wriggling her hips to help him penetrate her with more ease. This, helped along by Percy's inhuman strength, allowed him to finally push his thick meat far enough through her tight pussy lips, so that his head pressed against her hymen.

He nibbled her neck lovingly. "Are you sure you want to do this, Hestia? No backing out, now."

She nodded her head, finally feeling her hair free from his vice grip. "Yeah, don't give me time to adjust or anything. Just pound away." She wriggled her hips for emphasis, grinding her soft, smooth bubble butt against his crotch.

"Alright, goddess, hold tight. This journey's going to be rough." He smirked, before bracing himself.

He slammed all his thirteen inches into Hestia's tight love canal,  knowing she was being stretched far more than anything. The tip of his cock punched through her cervix, and pressed against the deepest parts of her sacred womb. Her wet, warm velvet walls pulsed around his hardness, massaging his meat deliciously, trying to bring him to orgasm. A visible bulge in the shape of his cock ran along most of her slim stomach, telling him just how big his cock was, in her tiny, virgin pussy.

Percy faintly noticed that she hadn't even taken his entire length, and he feared that if he went any further, he would harm her. Content with his present state, he turned his attention to Hestia.

Her scream of abject pain and pleasure had almost deafened him, and if her previous scream made him question the room's soundproofing, this one surely rang through the house. She was surely delirious with pleasure, her eyes rolled back in her head as she arched her back, jutting her massive tits out to the world. Her swollen pink lips were parted in a silent scream, her tongue lolling out of her mouth. A thin stream of drool escaped from the corner of her lips.

Percy smirked at her senseless appearance, knowing that she had just had another mini orgasm from the fresh wave of fluids darkening his bedsheets.

Without delay, he began moving, falling into a familiar rhythm, practised and perfected through years of daily practice. Reaching out, he grabbed one of her magnificent, tits, pinching her erect, pink nipple as his fingers dug into the soft, milky flesh of her breasts, the excess spilling out between his fingers.

In and out, in and out, his hips thundered as he slammed against her pale ass, leaving red marks as he moved away. The tip of his cock repeatedly slammed against the back of her womb, making him shiver in pleasure as her tight cunt pulsed against his thick meat. His balls slapped against her clit each time he hilted inside her, making Hestia moan and writhe in ecstasy. His crotch was slick with her feminine fluids gushing forth in an endless stream from her wet cunt.

Hestia's mind was blank with pleasure as she was ploughed into the bed by the rampaging god, making her think that he was... something greater, no ordinary god, or even Titan or Primordial, could make her feel as he was making her feel. Her immortality itself sung in pleasure and ecstasy as she bonded with her perfect soulmate, her dominant half. Tears welled up in her eyes as she tried to comprehend the physical sensations coursing through her being, as she thrashed in his arms.

If it hadn't been for his strong arm wrapped around her waist, holding her in place as he pounded into her, Hestia was sure she would have floated off the bed, and gone off to the Isles of Blest in the overwhelming sea of joyous emotions and bodily sensations she was experiencing for the first time, at the hands of the man she loved over everything else.

She could feel the warmth of his thick cock inside her, like a hungry, relentless bonfire of sexual arousal. His large balls, heavy with potent, and tasty, semen, pulsed between her thighs, spreading a burning fire through her crotch that made her desire more, driven crazy by the constant slapping of his warm skin on hers, making her feel as if someone was spanking her.

She did not bother to keep count of how many times she had orgasmed- it was futile. Hestia wasn't sure she was capable of thought or speech at that point.

Percy grinned as he felt her pussy spasm again around him, as the hearth goddess orgasmed for about the twentieth time in thirty minutes. Her ass was tomato red at that point, and anybody would think that he had spanked her relentlessly for the last few minutes. Her fat cunt lips were stretched to the maximum around his thick cock as her previously virgin cunt hungrily swallowed his meat. Her thighs glistened with her warm nectar, creating an enormous dark patch on the white bedsheets of his bed. He was sure her nipples were sore with his relentless groping- both her tits were as red as her ass by that time.

Percy slowed down his rough, almost violent pounding, finally feeling his balls tighten, signalling his impending climax, and he switched positions.

Hestia did not notice, let alone protest, as Percy moved her like a ragdoll, depositing her on the floor like a sack of potatoes, almost as if she weighed nothing.

Hestia swallowed the saliva in her mouth as she looked up at Percy through hazy brown eyes, glazed over with lust. His large, throbbing cock looked so magnificent in her eyes, she wanted to worship it as her god. His skin glistened with sweat, his cock dripping with her orgasmic fluids. She smiled lustfully up at him, parting her swollen lips to stick out her velvet tongue, to receive his much-anticipated load. Her thighs ground together in arousal as she eagerly leaned forward, her back arching. She jutted out her large D- cup boobs, so that they, too, could be covered with his seed.

Percy groaned at her sultry look, his hands flying at ungodly speeds over his cock, almost a blur, as he furiously jerked himself off to the sight of the beautiful, innocent hearth goddess kneeling in front of him, turned into a cum-starved, mindless whore for his cock. His free hand found their way to her soft brown hair, and he clutched her hair tightly, tilting her head back. His eyes fluttered close as he groaned, feeling himself edge closer to a mind-blowing climax.

Percy lost it when Hestia lapped at the leaking tip of his cock, like a needy bitch trying to please her master. Her warm, soft lips kissed his cock lovingly in a lewd parody of a French kiss, making him go berserk.

"Yes, you whore!" He shouted, his knees weakening as he exploded, "Take my cum as you deserve! It will be the only thing you'll be bathing in for days!"

Hestia gasped as she felt herself being splattered with his thick, warm cum, sparking off an endless chain of orgasms that made her finally buckle and collapse in mind-numbing pleasure.

Percy did not know how long his orgasm lasted, it certainly did not help that this had been his first orgasm in days. His eyes were squeezed shut, the only thing in his mind was the overwhelming pleasure he was trapped in. He faintly realized that he had let Hestia go, for both of his hands were now wrapped around his pulsing, spurting erection.

After what seemed like hours, he opened his eyes to meet a pleasant sight that satisfied all his dominant urges, causing a predatory grin to blossom on his face.

Hestia collapsed on the marble floor, every inch the picture of a lewd, fallen angel.

She was literally covered from head to toe in his warm, thick cum.

Her face was splattered with white, her lips parted to reveal the cum she had caught in her warm mouth. Hestia was panting heavily, her swollen lips painted mostly white, revealing only a few inches of gold-tinted skin. It was in her frizzy, slightly matted brown hair, showing signs of the abuse he had put her through during the sex. Her heaving tits rose and fell, jiggling enticingly, the red, abused flesh covered with his thick seed which flowed like a slow glacier. Her erect pink nipples were barely visible under layers of thick fluid, still hard and poking from her smooth, soft flesh. His cum covered her stomach, painted her thighs, and pooled around her crotch, in a glistening puddle of both of their orgasmic fluids on the floor. Her thick thighs, warm and slick with his semen, ground as she tried to suppress her arousal, and hide her gaping, ruined cunt, which was, sadly, still unfilled. Small shudders wracked her body- the shadows of the toe-curling, mind-blowing orgasm she had just experienced.

Percy snickered to himself as he thought about what he had said. At that rate, given the amount he had ejaculated, it would be no big deal if she really bathed only in his cum for days. His cock twitched at the thought of his innocent little hearth goddess bathing in his cum.

He leaned down, and cruelly twisted her erect, sensitive nipple, making the goddess jerk up in pleasure and pain.

Hestia hungrily swallowed the cum in her mouth, her taste buds on fire at his delicious taste. She eyed her cruel, yet loving and affectionate, dominant through nervous brown eyes, trying to suppress the lustful arousal clouding her thoughts. He still wouldn't go on, would he?

Her eyes flickered down, from his dark sea-green eyes, to his scar riddled, broad chest, down his sculpted abs to rest on his still erect, throbbing cock.

"Yes sir?" Her voice was submissive, meek and innocent, like an untouched schoolgirl. Somehow, she still managed to sound cute, her wide brown eyes shining in innocence.

Somehow, the hearth goddess managed to pull it off, despite being covered from head to toe in gallons of her virile lover's potent seed.

'You little vixen.' Percy growled, a deep sound from his throat, despite the devilishly sexy smirk tugging at his lips. "Get on the bed, goddess." His tone firm and commanding.

Hestia rose on shaky legs with a moan, eager to follow through with her dominant- her master, her lover, her protector, her owner's orders.

She would do anything for him.

Chapter 31: Morning Mayhem

Time: Next Morning

Percy woke up from the best sleep he had had in a while. A perfect, dreamless sleep that started from the moment his head hit the pillow, to now.

The worst thing about every good thing is that it always comes to an end.

Percy felt a beautiful warmth on his chest, his erect, throbbing cock sheathed in a warm, wet cunt. For a moment, he was confused, before a smile dawned on his face.

He stroked the soft brown hair of his girl as he sat up slowly, trying not to disturb her sleep.

Despite his best efforts, Hestia made a dissatisfied sound, before snuggling deeper into his bare, muscular chest. Percy silently chuckled to himself, at the cute frown on her face as she searched for a comfortable position on his chest in her sleep.

Finally, she found the perfect position, as her expression cleared, and she started softly snoring again.

His goddess was so pure and innocent.

So pure and innocent, in fact, that he would have the time of his life corrupting her.

He had already taken a massive step last night, he thought, looking over her abused body.

He had lost count after her fiftieth orgasm three hours in. He was sure that she would have died if she had been mortal, and her body strained to produce her orgasmic juices at the end, helped along only by her immortal status as a goddess, and years of pent up sexual frustration.

She had passed out multiple times during their heated passion, and he had fucked her throughout, making her wake up as she came again, spasming around his thick meat.

The room wasn't too cold, though the air conditioner had run throughout the night. A few rays of golden sunlight filtered in through the drawn curtains. The heavy, musky smell of sex hung thick in the air. The glowing red digits on the digital clock on the wall told him how late they had been sleeping, illuminating little of the dark room. Most of the furniture in the room were just dark shapes in the shadows, and Percy could only fully recognize the gentle features and curves of his beautiful goddess, her divine face barely inches from his.

Percy's skin stung in the chill in the air, goosebumps running up his tanned skin, deliciously contrasting the comfortable, gentle warmth of the hearth goddess sprawled across his chest.

His eyes roamed her naked form, taking note of all her features, committing them to his memory.

The sheets had slipped off Hestia's short, slim frame as he had sat up against the head of the bed. A lone ray of Apollo's light fell on her gentle features, illuminating her face so that Percy could better enjoy the view he, and only he, was entitled to.

Her soft, usually silky, brown hair was frizzy and sticky with thick globs of his cum, which had yet to fully dry. Her face was covered with the same, and looked as if she was wearing a mask, as his seed painted her pale skin even paler. Her swollen, bruised pink lips peeked out through streams of an identical white shade that covered her entire body, glistening with saliva, parted as she snored softly. The corners of her lips tugged upwards, caught in a perennial, cheerful smile even in peaceful sleep.

Percy's hands tangled in her hair as he caressed her affectionately. His lips pressed to her forehead protectively.

Her massive tits were mashed against his broad, chiselled chest, her hard, pink nipples poking his skin. Like the rest of her body, her tits, too, were covered with a thick white fluid, smeared against his body as she snuggled into him. The white hid the angry red shade her abused chest had assumed. Percy was sure her nipples were sore from the sheer amount of attention he had lavished them with last night.

Her soft bubble butt was also red underneath the layers of white, forming a gentle, pale curve in the darkness of the room, her almost glowing pale skin easily visible. Her recently deflowered pussy was stretched around his thick cock, unbelievably tight, which lessened Percy's disappointment in being unable to take her anal virginity. The obscene cock-shaped bulge on her slim stomach, which mirrored the position of his throbbing cock, made Percy cock a lewd grin at the sheer size of his superior genes, as he ran his fingers gently along the visible ridges of his cock, tracing them through her stomach. Her fat pussy lips hungrily swallowed his cock, driving Percy insane with lust.

Percy felt the corners of his lips tug up in a wolfish grin as he reached out to the bedside table for his camera.

Making sure that the flash was off, he clicked a picture of the adorable, yet lewd goddess sleeping on his chest.

The photo came out absolutely perfect, in the highest definition possible, despite the darkness in the room.

The little sunlight in the room enhanced the special effects, emphasizing Hestia's cute face, peaceful and serene in blissful sleep, covered in his semen. However, the curve of her perfect bubble butt, and her creamy tits mashed against his chest, were also visible.

With a dizzy grin on his face, Percy scrolled through the numerous pictures he had taken last night, careful not to disturb his cute, sexy, exhibitionist submissive.

Apart from the few pictures he had taken of her in lewd positions, there were several more. Hestia sucking his cock as she looked up at him with those maddening, innocent brown eyes of hers. Her passed out on the floor, covered from head to toe in his seed. Her blissful, fucked dumb expression as she orgasmed- her eyes rolled back into her head, her tongue lolling out. Hestia fingering herself to orgasm on the bed as he watched her. Her bloated stomach, making her look nine months pregnant, as she was creampied for the first time. Percy sucking on her boobs, holding her nipple between his teeth as he smiled at the camera. And several others, all of her getting pounded, twisted into lewd positions, getting pumped with his fertile seed, her blissful expression.

It was a porn stash that could make another World War break out if it was ever seen by unwelcome eyes.

And it was all his.

The thought both scared and excited him beyond all imagination.

"What are you looking at?"

He was jerked out of his thoughts by a beautiful voice. Percy looked down, a genuine smile automatically brightening his features as he looked down at his awake goddess.

"You." He pecked her lips lovingly.

"I'm serious. What are you looking at?" She glared at him cutely, though the effect was ruined by all the fluids covering her face.

He deadpanned at her expression. "I mean, I'm literally looking at you."

"In the camera?"

"Did you really think I was just waving around the camera last night?" For proof, he showed her all the pictures he had taken.

Hestia blushed golden, right down to her shoulders, so bright that it hurt Percy to look at her. "De-delete tha-that im-immediately!" She stammered, not being able to talk properly in her mortifying embarrassment.

He raised an eyebrow. "What? And delete such masterpieces? This is art at its very best! Just look at this beauty!" He switched to a photo showing Hestia looking at him with a fucked silly expression as he pounded her. The lewd bulge of his oversized cock as he moved inside her tiny body was clearly visible.

Hestia temporarily lost her ability to speak. A traitorous part of her mind, her raging, sinful lust, whispered that Percy was indeed right. She looked so beautiful as he claimed her. She was soooo gorgeous, that neither Aphrodite herself, nor anybody else, could ever compete with her. She was covered in his seed, and was in a VERY intimate position with her long time crush. Her heart fluttered in happiness as she realised that not only was she getting pleasure that she could never hope to match, but she was helping to bring him that pleasure, too.

"De-delete that!" She stammered, blushing as she realised the lewd turn her thoughts had taken.

Percy pouted childishly, before he smirked at her. "On one condition, goddess. I'll delete the pictures if you agree to it."

"What condition?" Her brown eyes flicked nervously to his dark, endless pools that swirled with power.

Percy leaned down, making Hestia draw in a breath as she felt his warm lips on her neck, travelling to her ear. He nibbled her earlobe, before sucking on her soft flesh.

Despite her best efforts, a whimper escaped Hestia as her hips involuntarily bucked towards him, making him groan, throwing his head back.

Her eyes widened as she realised that Percy was still inside her. How had she not realised the thirteen inches of thick, strong meat nestled against the deepest parts of her womb?

Hestia had the answer to that particular question. She could not feel anything in some areas- she was so sore. Her butt, her thighs and crotch, and her boobs fell on the list.

Percy panted in arousal. "When I want to see you, all of you, you'll have to be there for me. Without any clothes, in the positions I want you to be."

Hestia had no problem with that condition, she found. Nor did she have any problem with him keeping her pictures to jerk off to when he felt lonely. But why see her pictures, when she was always there for his personal use? Her lips tugged in a gentle smile as her mind formed a question. "What if the other girls see us?"

Percy kissed her neck again. "Does that mean you are not opposed to the idea?"

She did not answer, letting Percy continue his gentle ministrations, loving caresses, and soft touches, so unlike his rough aggression and violent dominance last night.

"What do you say to a few rounds of morning 'wake-up' sex, goddess?" He gripped her waist, drawing her closer to himself.

"I'm tired and sore." She complained, making Percy chuckle.

"We'll just have to practise more to build up your endurance, then, my beautiful goddess."

"Not now, Percy." Hestia tried to draw away from him, but her tired arms gave way, sending her crashing onto his chest. Percy grunted as he wrapped his arms around his goddess protectively. He laughed at her predicament, a beautiful, deep sound that made his chest rumble, sending all sorts of pleasurable tingles through Hestia's body, as she was clutched tightly to his naked form.

Despite the bliss- the warm, protective comfort she felt on his chest, Hestia forced herself to glare at Percy, effectively cutting off his laughter. She immediately found herself missing the sound as he looked at her timidly.

"Stop laughing at me, Percy. And... do something about this." She gestured towards her body, covered in layers of his thick, white cum sticking to her body, determined to mark her as his.

Percy raised an eyebrow. "Didn't you want to wear that all the time?"

Hestia blushed as she was called out. "Ye-yes," she stuttered, "But I can't go out like this!"

"Why not?"

She angrily hit his chest, making Percy laugh and clutch her closer to his chest. "Stop being so mean, Percy!" She whined, burying her face into his broad, naked chest. She heard his rapid heartbeat, which made her smile into his smooth, warm skin as she rested her head on his chest, gently moving with every breath he took.

Percy's arms loosened around her, but he still held her to his body comfortingly. He snapped his fingers, using his godly strength to will his goddess clean.

When she felt all the sticky, yet warm and somewhat comfortable semen- Hestia blushed at that- was cleaned off. Her smooth, creamy skin rubbed against his.

She peeked up at her dominant from her position on his chest, blushing golden when she caught him staring at her.

"Thank you, sir." She muttered into his chest, her soft pink lips brushing his tanned skin.

Percy raised an eyebrow. "Are you going to call me that from now on?"

Hestia blushed. "It feels nice to call you sir."

Percy grinned. "Then, goddess, are we still up for morning sex?"

She smacked his chest in annoyance. "How much sex can a normal person have, Percy?!"

He continued grinning gleefully, but was not allowed to answer as his beautiful submissive ordered him about. "Get me some ambrosia or nectar, Percy."

Percy gently removed her from atop him, placing her in the bed with a soft kiss on her forehead. Hestia moaned as she felt his cock leave her tight wetness, leaving her feeling oddly empty and hungry to have him inside her again. She mini orgasmed at the small movement, her sore pussy squirting some of her warm nectar onto his glistening crotch.

"....So, goddess, seems like your body is not opposed to the idea."

She panted in arousal, glaring at him through half-lidded brown eyes. "Still no, Percy."

"I'm gonna go and fetch some nectar and ambrosia then, goddess." He replied in a dejected voice, before snapping his fingers again, feeling the warm softness of his clothes appear on his body. Just a pair of shorts and a sleeveless vest.

"Can't you just summon some out of thin air?"

"Yeah, but Calypso usually keeps some mixed with herbs and all that. Works better. I also need to get my daily injections."

"Do you really need that?"

Percy's expression softened at the evident worry, thick on her voice. "I think when you are with me, I won't. But other times, yeah. They keep the nightmares away."

Hestia looked at him, her brown eyes shining with unshed tears as she was reminded of his mental illness.

Trying to elevate the sombre mood in the room, she grimaced, gesturing to her naked body, exposed to the world. "Look what you did to my body."

Percy did look, and a lecherous grin spread across his face.

Hestia lay on the bed in classic missionary position, with her legs spread to reveal her gaping, ruined cunt.

Her cute, heart-shaped face glowed in the sunlight filtering through the window. Her cheeks tinged gold as she realised what she had just done, her brown hair spread in a beautiful halo on the mass of pillows on the soft bed. She bit her pink lower lip in embarrassment, her soft brown eyes darting anywhere across the room, refusing to meet his sea-green eyes rapidly darkening with lust.

Percy felt his still erect cock, deprived of her tight, sweet pussy, stir in the tight confines of his boxers.

Her pale skin glowed in the darkness in the room, her shoulders tinged gold. Her large, sensitive nipples stood erect in the cold air of the room, protruding from the smooth, unbelievably soft flesh of her basketball-sized tits. The pink of her areolas had assumed more of a reddish tinge because of the abuse they had been put through last night, the rest of the smooth skin of her breasts covered with red handprints and sore, angry marks. Her slender arms were again kept in a sexy position on the pillows, beside her head, revealing the smooth, soft insides of her arms.

On top of it all, the removal of the layers of cum hiding her body, revealed the innumerable love bites marking her skin. There were purple marks on her neck, collar bones, chest, and the inside of her soft thighs.

Percy smirked at his handiwork, and before Hestia could realise what was happening, his camera was in his hand.

With unmatched speed, Percy switched the camera to night mode, and even before Hestia could cover herself, another sexy picture was added to Percy's Hestia collection.

She yelped, making a cute expression as the picture was taken, and saved.

Percy grinned, making Hestia glare at him, "Delete that."

Her slender arms attempted to cover her sexy, curvy body, but in vain. It only had the effect of accentuating her bountiful assets, her slender arms digging into the soft flesh of her boobs, the other list between the maple flesh of her soft, creamy thighs.

"Percy!" Hestia broke him out of his blatant ogling. Percy stalked closer to his beautiful submissive, trying to hide from him. He pecked her lips lovingly. "I love you."

Hestia's face drowned in gold.

"I love you, too." Her response was automatic, and her heart fluttered, seeing his sea-green eyes shining. She had never felt more beautiful than when he stared at her exposed body, enthralled by her. She, and only she, had his attention at that point of time.

Percy smirked down at her, "Now, goddess, lie here. Stay warm in my bed, and I'm gonna get you something for the soreness."

Hestia moaned at his words, obeying him as she lay on his bed. She did not bother covering herself, lying exposed to the world as she waited for her master to return to her. The thought of someone else entering the room and seeing her in that state, both scared and excited her.

Percy opened the door to the master bedroom and stepped out, his tanned skin immediately being assaulted by the hot, humid air of the tropical island. Trying to stifle his yawn, he padded towards the stairs, immediately halting.

His sleepy mind was still thinking of the beautiful goddess he had left behind in the master bedroom, so he took some time to register the sight before him.

He blinked the sleep out of his eyes, and gulped.

Wielding spears, knives and shields, all the other girls looked like they were going to war.

Thalia's hair crackled with sparks as she glared murderously at him, holding Aegis high. Her.... electrifying hairstyle was mirrored perfectly by her younger sister, Neo. Rose and Violet were glaring at him, dual-wielding twin swords. Reyna had her angry Praetor face on, brandishing her spear. Piper looked like she was facing Gaea again, as she jabbed at him with Katopris. The Hunters all held their bows at the ready, like they were hunting monsters.

Aphrodite just winked at him, mouthing 'Good luck'.

Percy gulped as he turned his eyes to the two most terrifying goddesses.

The loving, affectionate Artemis he knew had turned to the man-hating moon goddess everyone feared. The bane of monsters snarled at him, her silver eyes shining with a terrifying intensity. Her auburn hair rose in anger, her skin glowing as she was about to burst into her immortal form in anger. The veins popping on her forehead were clearly visible. Her silver hunting knives glinted in a sinister manner as she jabbed at him.

Athena was no better than her immortal sister. She raised her spear, glaring at him, her jaw tense as she gritted her teeth. Her stormy grey eyes swirled with power, eerily similar to Annabeth's whenever she was angry. Her blonde hair seemed to shine and glow, every inch the picture of an angry beauty. Her Aegis, the original one, was held close to her body, as she held her spear in the other, snarling at him in jaelousy, cleverly masked by hatred.

They were no longer cute when angry. Percy involuntarily stepped back, gulping in fear. "Wha-what did I do?"

A scalpel came sailing through the air, lodging itself in the wall, barely centimetres from Percy's nose.

He turned his head to the only one who could wield medical equipment with such deadly precision. Calypso looked as beautiful as ever, in her impeccable white dress, her caramel hair done in an elaborate braid. Her amber eyes burned with anger and jealousy directed at him. She brandished a lair of surgical scissors in her other hand. 

Oh, this was that.

Beside her, Rachel crooked her finger, moving stiffly in her crippling anger. Her green eyes burned like Greek fire. "Come here, Jackson, and we'll teach you what you did."

"Umm..." he nervously eyed the sharp sculpting spade she held in her hand. "No thanks."

"Rip him limb to limb!"

"Feed him to the lions!"

"Trap him in cement!"

"Castrate him!"

"Carve the entire Odyssey into his body!"

Percy couldn't help but laugh at the last one, suggested by Athena.

His mirth soon turned into a frightened yelp as several silver arrows sailed over his head, forcing him to duck as he raced back to the master bedroom.

Hestia eyed her lover with worry, as he raced back to the bedroom barely minutes since he left. He was panting for breath, his tanned skin glistening with sweat, his dark sea-green eyes wide with fear.

She sat up on the bed, fully dressed, able to walk again, thanks to her healing powers.

"What happened, Percy?" She asked, worried at his state.

"It's.... absolute...mayhem..." He could not speak any more.

Hestia sighed at his antics, going outside to check out the matter for herself. She yelped as a knife came sailing through the air, barely missing her ear. The hearth goddess slammed the door shut behind her, just in time for another knife to lodge itself into the reinforced wood.

"Are they trying to kill us or what?!" Percy waved his arms dramatically.

"Stop being so dramatic, Percy." She chided, "It's not that bad."

At his incredulous look, she was forced to reflect on her words. Almost as if on cue, some weapon crashed into the wooden door.

"Come out, Jackson! Hestia! Don't force us to break down the door!" Phoebe shouted, followed by another crash against the door.

"Okay, it's that bad."

Chapter 32: Table Talks

Time: That Night

Thalia sat on Percy's right hand, shell shocked.

Her electric blue eyes were wide, her silky black hair dishevelled. Her pink lips were parted, glistening with saliva as she moved mechanically, eating her meal without her usual vigour. She was wearing only a short, plain white t-shirt, and denim shorts. Her pale, creamy skin glistened with beads of sweat, rolling down her smooth forehead. She carried with her the usual, fresh scent of ozone, and wet pine needles, which brought back many happy memories from Percy's, unfortunately short, childhood. Her shorter body unconsciously snuggled into Percy's superior frame.

The night outside was beautiful. The dark sky had just the perfect amount of clouds- pale shapes flowing across the endless expanse of clouds, particular constellations peeking out from between the clouds, the twinkling stars shined with an added jubilance tonight. The bright light of the moon bathed the tropical island in silver, the pale sand of the beach shining like ivory. The sea looked like an endless ocean of pale milk in the light of the moon, the frothy, gentle waves softly lapping at the shores. A strong tropical wind blew through the island, rustling the emerald, new leaves of the palms that dotted the beach. A slight chill lessened the unbearable heat of the tropical nights of Ogygia. The jungle was alive with the chirping of insects, speaking with a language of their own, flitting between the swaying arms of the large, imposing shadows, cast by the tropical trees.

The recently cleaned pool shined serenely, the silver orb of the moon shining in the dark sky reflected in the oddly calm waters of the pool. The deck chairs that lined it had been replaced in order, so that the entire area looked brand new. Shade giving palm trees lined the entire area, along with several umbrellas beside the comfortable chairs sprawled out. All signs of use had been removed, including the bottles of sunscreen and various other lotions, hats and sunglasses, and the floats, had been removed to their designated places.

Percy ran his hand through his raven hair, feeling his fingers tangle with his untamable locks, slick with sweat. His muscles burned with exhaustion, and he could feel the cramps in his body recede, the medicine finally taking effect. His skin slightly stung in the cool air of the room, and he regretted sitting right in front of the air conditioner. His lungs burned with exhaustion. He groaned in slight pain, making everyone in the room look at him in worry.

"I'm extremely sorry, Percy, Hestia!" Calypso apologised again, tears welling up in her eyes.

Percy waved her concerns off. "I had been planning to clean the pool anyway, don't worry. And besides, you did your best to cope with the aftereffects."

He moaned as Nemesis rubbed the soothing salve into his irritated, sunburnt skin. The sound made everyone else glare at her, to which, the goddess of revenge presented them with an innocent look. They were beginning to think that she had volunteered only so that she could openly grope and molest Percy's well-defined muscles.

But nobody could keep their ire on her for long, their hungry eyes immediately being drawn to Percy's shirtless upper body, which immediately brought blushes on their cheeks, despite their best attempts. Although they had seen the.... delicious sight many times, his bare skin never failed to make them hot and bothered. His broad, muscular chest rippled deliciously as Nemesis massaged him expertly, her soft palms as soothing, and comfortable as the healing salve. Sweat glistened on his bare torso, beads of sweat rolling down his chest and toned, chiselled abs. His raven black hair, slick with sweat, stuck to his sharp, divine face, every inch the epitome of a desirable Dark god, that evoked everyone's lust.

Who would find it difficult to be jealous of Hestia, knowing that she had been intimate with this hulking piece of meat, only last night?

Hestia was not forgiving. The normally cheerful goddess was silent, refusing to meet anyone's eyes, staring into her bowl with a permanent scowl etched onto her face. Her lips trembled as she tried to stifle the sobs threatening to escape her lips, her brown eyes glistening.

Artemis ate her meal silently, her pride interrupting her from apologizing. It had been her that had originally come up with the idea.

"Still, I think making you clean the pool, and the lawn, in the heat of the midday sun, without any powers was a bit harsh." Calypso protested.

"Stop blaming yourself, Calypso," Athena interjected, rubbing her face tiredly. "All of us are to blame here, we all agreed to it."

"And why?" Piper asked, being eaten up from inside with guilt.

"For sleeping with Hestia?" She answered her own question, scoffing. "It had to happen anyway."

Reyna elaborated on her point as Piper fell silent, "What she means to say is, is that Percy had to sleep with someone eventually. Was this reaction really necessary? We all know what we signed up for when we decided to stay."

Beside her, Rachel groaned, slamming her head onto the wooden table, and making everyone wince. "Yeah, but we did not think it would be this hard!"

Phoebe mirrored her expression, "I feel a headache coming on!"

The four Dark goddesses just stared at each other, unsure of what to do. They had been aware of the conflicts in Percy's harem, but they did not think it would be this bad. Personally, they felt excited at the prospect of being in a polyamorous relationship, let alone anything negative. Apparently, a few others, like Drew and Aphrodite, shared their feelings.

The Little Big Three looked back and forth, treating the conservation like a tennis match. Whenever they tried to say anything, they were drowned out by someone else, and frankly, it was getting irritating. They wanted a piece of their smoking hot big brother, too, incest be damned!

Anyway, he being a god, it was not technically incest, since he did not have any genes.

Neo subtly glared at the other females around the table. "Why don't they treat us like adults?! We are almost sixteen, for fuck's sake!"

Violet elbowed her, making the daughter of Zeus duck her head, in a group huddle with the Poseidon twins. The three black-haired teenagers looked at each other, electric blue meeting sea green. "What do you think, Violet?" She asked.

"Well, we- Rose and I- think that if anyone of us manages to bag him, we would share with each other. Promise?"

Rose nodded her assent. "Yeah, we will try to jump him whenever he is alone. I'm sure we can manage to overpower him."

"What the hell, Jackson!" Thalia cried out, making everyone look up at her. "What do you mean you just waltzed out of the room, and disarmed all of us?"

Percy raised his hands in a surrendering gesture. "It wasn't me. It was the Dark god."

Nyx snorted. "Don't try to lie anymore, Percy, you and the Dark god are the one and same person right now."

He gulped, looking back at Thalia. She was glaring at him murderously, her pink lips bared into an annoyed expression, her face barely inches from his. "Well, I needed my morning sugar!"

"And so, you could just disarm nineteen girls, several of them immortal, and the others war veterans?!" She looked at him incredulously.

Percy just shrugged, providing her with a teasing wink. "What can I say, except you're welcome!"

"Stop taking the discussion off-topic!" Ruby insisted, making everyone groan.

"Look, it was an obvious overreaction, and besides," He looked out, "The pool looks nice.... until Aphrodite will again go sunbathing tomor- oof!" He winced as Aphrodite pinched his sensitive skin.

"I mean, it will obviously look much better when you are sunbathing! Aphrodite in a bikini, skin glistening with sunscreen, who wouldn't-" He gulped at the murderous glares the others threw at him.

He again turned into a pondering mood. "Why do you even sunbathe everyday, Aphrodite? It's not like you need it- you can just change your appearance at will. So.... just why?"

She looked at him incredulously. "Why do you workout everyday when you have this umm.... delicious body?" The love goddess obviously went off track as she leaned close to him, running her fingers teasingly along his sweaty, broad, chiselled chest. Her soft, full ruby lips curled into a flirtatious smile of their own accord as she felt his shiver and tense involuntarily under her soft touch, his diamond muscles flexing.

"Umm.... Aphrodite?" He asked, made uncomfortable by the dirty looks the others were throwing at him.

"Hmm?" The love goddess questioned, distracted by the feeling of the warm, smooth skin under her soft, delicate palms. She pouted as both Thalia and Athena slapped her hands away, in a synchronized movement.

"Sooo.... what should we do about this fine pickle we find ourselves in?" Angela asked, trying to retain sanity in the conversation, that was constantly veering off-topic, in a ditch attempt to prevent Percy from degrading into his violent, mindless state. Granted, it was unlikely.... still, better safe than sorry.

Everyone's mood was sobered again.

"What shall we do, indeed." Percy drummed his fingers on the wooden table, enjoying the massage he was receiving from the love goddess. "But before that, you all need to apologise to Hestia and vice versa."

There were shouts of "What?!", and "Why?!" Hestia looked up from her bowl, her lips trembling as she looked at Percy with watery eyes.

He did not budge.

"Yeah, you all heard me alright. Apologize to each other, otherwise, none of us will be able to do anything. Why are you all angry- jealous of Hestia? Throughout the millennia, she has done the maximum, even during our short stay on this island, she worked hard to make sure everyone was comfortable and happy, often sacrificing her happiness."

He rolled his fork between his fingers in anxiety, seeing everyone staring at him. The delicious food tasted like Styrofoam.

He continued, "Even when we were on a date, she kept worrying about you all. She deserves whatever she wants. She has worked hard enough, I am her respite and refuge."

"Well," he continued, seeing the others mulling over his words, throwing the gentle hearth goddess furtive looks, "Why are you even angry with her? Is it because she was the first one to go on a date with me, or sleep with me? If mere jealousy on unjustified grounds is enough for you to estrange one of your own, I have no need for you, here."

He did not mean anyone by that, but every word from his lips was like a knife through their hearts.

"And that includes you, too, Hestia. You are supposed to be the friendliest of them all, and holding grudges, even for a few hours, is unlike you. Tell me what's wrong, and I will deal with it. Where is your cheerful smile?"

He moved, to sit between Artemis and Hestia, removing Calypso from the position. His strong arms wrapped around their shoulders, and he tightened his grip on both his angry goddesses. And despite their anger, the two immortals could not but enjoy his warmth, the musky smell of his sweat making his tanned golden skin slick, as they pressed their cheeks to his bare chest, still refusing to acknowledge the other's presence.

"You are too damn selfless for your own good, Percy." Hestia muttered into his skin, making the god retort, "You are, too, but thanks, anyway."

She ignored his interruption, "You are the one always hurt because of our quarrels and arguments. If only to help you, to save you from getting hurt any more, I'll apologize. I'm sorry, everyone."

She presented a crooked smile to the other girls, all teary-eyed.

The truth in her words was not lost to anybody. It was Percy who suffered most, slaving away under the hot, tropical sun beating down on him, for hours, his powers temporarily suppressed by a godly bracelet that left him as weak as a mortal. Under these horrendous conditions, he cleaned the pool and the surrounding lawn, no longer helped by his Poseidon powers, with only a meagre breakfast to sustain him. Any normal mortal would have died of heatstroke and starvation.

It had not been their idea in the first place, to leave him in the outside heat for so long. They had thought that he would use his powers to just clean it up like that. Everyone had forgotten the Celestial Bronze bracelet, which had been slapped onto the god in anger. Nobody had been thinking straight, and he, too, had refused help out of stubbornness.

And now, he was angry because they, and Hestia, had had a small falling out over him. Nobody could decide whether he was selfless, or self-deprecating.

Percy noticed Artemis' lips trembling as her swirling silver eyes shone with tears. He nudged her shoulders.

Tentatively, the moon goddess hugged the hearth goddess, right in his lap.

"I'm sorry." She tried to keep the emotion out of her voice, but failed miserably, as her proud, cold exterior finally broke. Her body wracked with sobs, she hugged Hestia tightly, crying her heart out. Percy's Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed the lump in his throat, his dark, sea-green eyes shining as he held the two goddesses close.

"Never treat me like that, Hestia!" Artemis cried, making her choke back a sob and nod shakily, as tears streamed down her golden cheeks.

"We are sorry, Hestia!" Everyone else shouted enthusiastically, jumping up for another group hug.

Percy grunted as he was tackled to the floor, again, under the weight of twenty-four girls. "....Can't..... breathe.... help!"

Hestia chuckled, kissing his cheek. "Stop being so dramatic, Percy."

Artemis, not to be outdone, kissed his other cheek softly, her soft pink lips brushing his cheek lovingly. "Yeah, what she said, Aqua Boy."

Percy smiled at everyone, despite the fact that his burnt skin was killing him. He expertly hid his unbelievable discomfort, which would have made any lesser person cry out, his lips curling into a smile, reflecting the girls' unbelievable joy at being reunited, again, by him.

Sometimes, he himself wondered- was he selfless so self depreciative? In the end, he put it down to his unshakeable constitution.

It was metaphoric, he believed.

After some time, when they had returned to their positions, the previous question was brought up again. "What now?"

Aphrodite was first to speak, surprising some on the fact that she would speak first on such.... 'dire matters'. Percy waved off their disbelieving looks. Sure.... Aphrodite had her moments of being a mindless bimbo. But now, she was his, and only his, mindless blonde bimbo. As such, she was smarter than the average god, solely by the privileged title of 'being his'.

Yeah, he too, had his moments of arrogance. So... he might not be self depreciative, after all.

Aphrodite's clear azure eyes met his, shining with emotion as she spoke. Percy felt his lips curl up in a smile. Aphrodite's presence had the same, calming effect Hestia had on him.

"Well, let me make something clear. I have no problem with Hestia sleeping with you." The Dark goddesses and the Little Big Three, along with Drew, nodded their assent.

"But it's the others that have a problem, so I'll explain." She spoke, as if she had a doctorate in complicated love matters.... which, to be fair, she kinda did.

"Have you ever heard of a polyamorous relationship?"

Athena obviously raised her hand, along with the daughters of love.

Percy deadpanned. "It was a rhetorical question."

"Well, yeah, it was," Aphrodite gestured towards him, before she continued, "A polyamorous relationship is what Percy is proposing for our harem. Instead of several girls loving Percy, we all love each other."

The clueless girls blushed at the notion, shyly looking at each other, blushing.

"Wo-won't it be technically cheating on Percy if... if we... you know..." Artemis stammered.

"Oh no, it won't be." Aphrodite waved her off, "If Percy can cheat on you, then you can cheat on him, obviously, technically."

"I would never cheat on him." Almost all of the clueless girls said together, making the others facepalm.

Percy groaned. "This is going to take a long while. Well, imagine a threesome situation, where you are eating out the other girl while I take you from behind."

Blood erupted from noses, faces drowned in gold or red, (silver for Nyx), as they imagined it, but Percy was lost in his explanation. "In that case, it is an example of a sexual polyamorous relationship, where each of us pleases the other, be it you pleasing me, or each other."

"They can't understand, Percy." Aphrodite chided. "Athena, would you be so kind as to define it in your bookish terms for those unfortunate enough not to be able to understand his practical example, which, unfortunately, has caused a few to already pass out?"

"Of co-course." The blonde wisdom goddess nodded meekly, wiping away the gold ichor from her nose with a tissue. "Polyamory is the practice of, or desire for, intimate relationships with more than one partner, be it male or female, with the informed consent of all partners involved."

"Oh." Artemis squeaked, finally getting it. "It means tha-that I-I can ha-have relationships with th-the others?"

Percy smirked at the flustered goddess, nodding.

"I don't think they are prepared to do that, yet, Percy." Aphrodite looked at the moon goddess, who was on the verge of passing out. "I think it will help if they are... introduced to it, first. Maybe you'll volunteer?" She asked innocently, looking at him with shining azure eyes.

"How?"

"Well, let them recover first, then Athena can think of something," Eris interjected.

"Maybe not today. Wait till tomorr- And there she goes!" Styx commented coolly, watching Athena faint with a silly grin on her face, her nose still leaking ichor. She dropped right into Percy's lap, with her face close to his clothed crotch.

Percy smiled at the goddess, stroking her blonde hair gently with his fingers. His dick stirred at the close proximity of the wisdom goddess' face, feeling her warm breath on the insides of his thighs, her soft, pink lips barely inches from his shorts.

"Damn. Even passed out, she is the smartest of the bunch." Aphrodite sulked, eyeing her position on Percy's lap with jealousy.

Chapter 33: Promising Plans

Time: Next Day

"I'm telling you, it was just a mild blackout, not anything-" Artemis shouted at Aphrodite, her face gold.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever." She waved her hand dismissively. "Whatever it was, the real winner was Athena." She glared at the wisdom goddess, making her blush, a shade of gold as bright as her blonde hair.

She had almost died of embarrassment when the tale of her passing out was recounted for everyone's benefit.

"Can you shout a bit louder, please? I think my eardrums are still intact." Percy interjected, making the two goddesses blush.

They were holding another video gaming session in the living room.

Everyone was sprawled out on the floor, on couches and loveseats, cheering for their team. This time, Percy was all alone, without any supporters except his two teammates, while everyone else cheered for the other team. They sat in the living room of the house on the island, a room large enough to accommodate all of them. The cool marble floor shined, an impeccable white with chaotic patterns formed in the stone over the years. The air conditioner worked at full capacity to cool the room down. One wall was dominated by a hundred-inch television, which displayed replays of the last round. That, accompanied by the expansive home theatre system, and realistic sound systems, completed the perfect gaming set up Percy had assembled on the island... well, apart from the enormous, cutting edge gaming PC set up in the smaller gaming room.

The day outside was.... hot and humid, as was the norm on the tropical island of Ogygia. The sun was beating down with a ferocious intensity, as if Apollo was enraged about something. Strong winds whipped up a ferocious breeze, that whipped through all the palm trees, making the long leaves rustle. The sea was choppy, the waves higher than ever, crashing down on the beach and raising a deafening noise. There was not a single animal in sight- the skies were clear, the forest silent. The winds did not make it feel alive.... it was too silent, and the rustling and movement of the leaves, seemed like bad omens.

But none of that mattered to the twenty-four beautiful, yet ferocious and overprotective females, and one overpowered Dark god, residing on the reinforced house on the island. Nothing could, in fact, break through the staunch defences presented in the form of its inhabitants.

And again, currently, the male was being taunted by his girls, as they cheered against him.

Sometimes, he felt, they did it on purpose to aggravate him.

"Don't worry, big brother," Rose patted his arm, making him shoot a small glare in her direction. "We are winning anyway."

"Winning anyway?" Violet interjected, "We just lost our perfect streak!" She jabbed at the television with her controller.

Rose huffed at her, "We are still winning by... 17 rounds." She added, after taking a quick look at the stats displayed on the glowing screen. The session couldn't have been more one-sided, despite everyone cheering against team Poseidon.

"Team Poseidon, go!" The three cheered in preparation for the next round, big brother and two twin sisters.

Their raucous cheering stopped when they felt the overwhelming depression and crippling despair waft over to their side from the other team.

The three stiffened, slowly turning over to the other side.

On the other team, Nyx and Neo were trying to comfort Thalia, who was wallowing in the deepest pits of depression. Her eyelids drooped, her pink lips curled into a depressing frown. Her mood seemed to have an effect on her physical appearance, too, as her normally silky, straight black hair had lost its lustre. Her electric blue eyes gazed off into space. Her expression, coupled with the all-black attire she had chosen for the day, made her look like a complete emo.

She moaned in despair, "I'm no good."

"Oh, come on, Thalia, we won the round." Nyx comforted the daughter of Zeus.

"Yeah, but the two of you carried me the entire round."

"It happens to a lot of beginners, sis. It's just that you have chosen.... a pro room to enter as a first-timer." Neo tried to reason with her elder sister.

"Yeah, you'll get better, Thals." Percy shouted, "Every pro-gamer has problems when he or she begins. Even me- okay, maybe not me, I'm perfect," he winked at the giggling twins, "But even they had problems." He jabbed his thumb at them, making Rose and Violet angrily tackle him to the ground.

"Hey, what are you doing, geroff me!" Percy laughed as the two shorter girls tried to wrestle with him in an attempt to subdue him. Needless to say, it was they who were pinned to the floor, his strong arms enough to wrap around the both of them.

Sometimes, he could not help but be thankful for the lithe, swimmer built his Poseidon heritage had granted him.

"Yeah, you go on being happy, I'm going to my room," Thalia said, dejectedly, as she stood up.

"Hey, come on, Thalia, it's not that bad." Artemis tried to console her ex-lieutenant. From beside her, Piper whispered to the goddess, "It's that bad."

From Athena's side, Rachel interjected, "Percy is just crazy good at video games, Thalia."

Atalanta completed her sentence, "Jackson has been playing this for years. You should be happy that you beat him after only an hour."

Phoebe encouraged her sister in arms. "Yeah, you did what none of us could do, and challenged Jackson to a video game showdown."

Reyna cheered for her, "Yeah, Thalia go!"

For a moment, all was silent, then the entire room burst into cheers for the shocked, silent daughter of Zeus.

Percy crooked a finger in her direction, gesturing her to move closer to him. A mischievous grin curled his lips in a smirk that made Thalia's knees go weak. "Don't make me go over there and spank some sense into you, Pinecone Face."

It took some time for Thalia to register his words, her mind being too preoccupied with his oh-so-sexy smirk. Her face heated at an alarming rate, and she became aware of the looks she was receiving. "Sh-shut up, Jackson."

"Why? You seemed to enjoy it last time.... I'm sure you came at least five, if not more-"

"Never happened." She managed to get out, surprisingly without stuttering horribly. Her face felt like it was about to burst from the blood rushing to her cheeks.

Percy smirked. "It'll happen soon enough if you continue with that behaviour. Your juicy ass is just-"

"Percy!" Calypso shrieked, trying to wipe away the ichor leaking from her nose with the hem of her dress. "Have some decency!"

He gulped, looking at the others, who were glaring murderously at him. His lips curled into another smirk, as he saw them with golden/red/silver face(s), trying to staunch the profuse bleeding from their noses.

"Okay, okay, sheesh, man. Can't a guy even crack a proper joke without being rebuked? Come on, Thalia, you're on my team for the next match."

"Huh?" Her furious red blush had yet to lessen.

"Let's show these midgets their spot." He grinned, patting the spot beside him.

"Hey!" He ignored the indignant shouts from the Little Big Three.

"Rose, Violet and Neo against Thalia and I, Call of Duty multiplayer. Second match." He announced, before looking at Nyx apologetically. "I'm sorry, Nyx, but would you?"

"Gladly." The Primordial of Night responded as she kept her controller on the ground, before running off to the bathroom to wash the silver ichor leaking from her nose.

'Maybe she'll finger herself, too.' Percy thought absentmindedly, following her bountiful, jiggling ass with his hungry eyes as she sprinted towards the corridor.

"Shift."

After a moment, the new teams were in position. Neo, Rose and Violent sneering at them, while Thalia fingered her controller nervously, peeking at Percy meekly.

"What are you doing, Jackson?!" Thalia hissed, her blush returning full force as her hand flew to her parted lips. She panted in muted arousal as she watched him struggle with his vest.

"Well.... it's too hot... and it might motivate you to play better." Percy smirked at her, tossing his slightly sweaty vest to the side. It was caught by Styx, who looked like she had just won the lottery as she held the soft, damp fabric in her hand.

Percy smirked at their expressions. Thalia had covered her eyes, peeking at his physique through her fingers, while the Little Big Three were blatantly ogling him, craning their necks to catch a better glimpse at him over Thalia. It creeped him out a bit, but he was not going to refuse anyone a show.

"What do you mean it might motivate me... eep!" Thalia let out a cute squeak as she was effortlessly lifted from the floor, and set back down in Percy's lap.

She could feel the glares directed at her, and felt her lips curl in a smile, as she smugly snuggled deeper into his larger form. She felt his skin, warm and smooth, pressing against her bare arms, sending shivers up her spine. His scent, an odd mixture of the briny ocean breeze, coupled with his new scent, that he had gained as a god.

Like every other aspect of the Dark god, it was a dangerous implement. For his enemies, it lulled them into a false sense of security, while for his friends, it provided a nostalgic, safe sense of protection.

The entire opposite of his godly aura, which terrified his enemies, and excited his lovers.

Thalia felt herself handed a controller. With a jolt, she realised it was Percy's controller, which he never let anyone else use.

She looked at him with a questioning glance, as Percy picked up another controller. He winked at her, "Use my controller, you'll need it."

She gulped, and made a move to leave his lap, but was restrained by Percy's arms. "Let me go, Jackson. Do you want me to play sitting on your lap?"

"And what if I do?" He whispered, making her blush, and turn to the television screen, without answering. The only response anyone needed was Thalia wriggling her waist and butt to make herself comfortable in his lap.

Percy bit back a moan threatening to escape his throat, as her ass rubbed his clothed crotch. He was never more thankful for his enchanted underwear.

It only served to fuel the Little Big Three's determination to defeat him, or to be more precise, the... woman occupying their rightful spot in his lap.

"Headshot, great," Percy called out a few minutes later, making Thalia cheer slightly as Neo huffed, dropping her controller as she was taken out.

"You should have been the god of video games." She muttered.

Thalia did not know how to feel. Sure, Percy had given her his controller, the others were cheering for her, but she had zero contribution even in this round. Percy had been the one to take out Rose and Neo, and she was just running about uselessly, searching for enemies to kill, but in vain.

"Watch out for Violet.... she's camping, as usual." He muttered, shaking his head, "I can't understand how my sister could be such a- HEY!"

He watched helplessly as his character was taken out by the sniper.

"Headshot." Violet teased, making Percy grit his teeth as her two teammates snickered.

He dropped his controller, drawing Thalia into a tighter hug, willing her to win. "It's all up to you, now, Thals. All or nothing."

The daughter of Zeus gulped as he placed the burden on her noob shoulders.

What made it even more difficult to concentrate, was the feeling of being hugged tightly by her shirtless crush.

She was torn between screaming in horror, and screaming in delight.

"I can't do it." Her voice wavered.

"You can," Percy whispered in her ear. His face was buried in Thalia's lush, silky black hair, breathing in her invigorating scent. His arms wrapped tightly around her slim, toned stomach, holding her tightly against his shirtless chest.

Thalia shivered, feeling his arms brush the underside of her sensitive boobs. His skin was so warm, and smooth, despite the rough patchwork of scars crisscrossing across his upper body. His warm breath blew against her exposed neck, making her bite her lower lip to prevent the moan welling up in her throat. Goosebumps ran up her smooth skin, feeling his soft lips almost brush her ear.

"Stay under cover. Search in the upper- There she is!" He cried out, making Thalia almost drop her controller as she hurriedly dove for cover.

Violet gritted her teeth as she was spotted by her elder brother's impeccable eyesight.

Thalia rolled out of the cover, raising her AR to shoot blindly in Violet's general direction.

All stood silent for a moment.

The next thing anyone knew, Percy had effortlessly swiped Thalia off his lap, and he danced around the room, carrying the laughing daughter of Zeus bridal style as he jumped in joy. "You did it, Thals! You did it!"

"Wha- did she just- I- how?!" Violet was at a loss for words. Rose and Neo mirrored her expression.

"Let me down, Percy!" Thalia shrieked, still laughing, still disbelieving that she had actually managed to win them the match.

"Hey, what did I miss- oh." Finally returning, Nyx took a few seconds to register the sight of a shirtless Percy dancing before her.

His eyes twinkled mischievously. "What were you doing for so long in the bathroom, Nyx?"

Her face drowned in silver.

Time: That Night, At Dinner

"Alright, as we were saying last night, before someone..." Artemis threw a small glare at Percy, however, its effect was lessened by the ichor rushing to her face, "decided to knock us all out with his speech, what should we do with... the situation?" The moon goddess finished, looking around the table for ideas.

Percy shrunk into his seat.

As usual, Athena was first to raise her hand, offering her input. "Of course, my idea has been coldly calculated keeping in mind all possible situations from a purely subjective point of view, so some of you might find it.... too orderly, keeping in mind that... emotions are not."

Aphrodite pouted at the way in which Athena planned even the harem. Her ideas were effective ninety-nine percent of the time, still, it didn't mean she had to like them.

"Since Percy and Hestia went on a date, and then slept with each other, I propose that he goes on date with a girl... or girls, and then, provided they consent, he sleeps with them. And meanwhile, those who have already gone on a date or slept with him wouldn't hog him for themselves, so that everyone gets a fair, and equal chance. And since we will obviously know who he is spending time with, we can ensure the system is not interrupted." She waited for some time, hesitating, "I know nobody likes this, but we have to accept, this is what we signed up for when we all agreed to stay in Percy's harem, knowing Nyx, Styx, Eris and Nemesis are going to join, and we will have to share him with twenty-three others."

Immediately, protests broke out from the others, including Hestia, as she realised that she would be deprived of spending... quality time with her dominant.

Athena drummed her fingers impatiently on the wooden table. "Think about it, if we don't follow this system, one person can sleep with him several times, while the others will be deprived. Of course, like all wise people, I'm open to ideas.... if you have them."

"Hell yeah, we are all for it!" Violet cheered.

"What do you mean you are all for it? Hell, no!" Percy and Thalia interrupted, speaking together.

They looked at each other, and then back at the three fifteen-year-olds, who were looking absolutely scandalized. "Yeah, absolutely not!" Again, they shouted synchronized.

"What do you mean, no?"

"What we mean is that you are too young." Thalia shook her head, while Percy added, "Yeah, and it'll be just plain weird to fuck my sisters. I'll be no different from Zeus." He nodded his head sagely.

"What do you mean? We basically share the same relationship as you have with Thalia!" Neo interjected.

"No!" Percy insisted, "You are my three little sisters!"

"We are fifteen, almost sixteen!" Rose shouted indignantly.

"I'm afraid I'll have to side with Percy on this one," Artemis gave them a hard look.

Athena looked at them apologetically. "Well, yeah, though Neo has a point, Percy views her as a little sister. Maybe we can make an exception for them? Like... their 'dates' will be only sibling time?"

"Hey!" Aphrodite interrupted, "Can't you see they WANT to date him?! As for the incest argument, aren't we all related? Hestia is his aunt, if we go by that logic. And since Percy is a god, he doesn't have any genes, so, if he sleeps with Rose or Violet, it'll not be incest."

The Little Big Three looked at the love goddess thankfully, for supporting them, to which Aphrodite shot them a small smile.

They were ignored.

"And what happens when I have slept with all of you, well, except for the three?" Percy shot the teenagers a look. "Do we repeat the... process? That seems quite.... counterproductive to me."

"Oooh! Oooh! I know!" Aphrodite practically jumped in her seat, making everyone sensible eye her warily.

Rose, Violet and Neo sweatdropped at the love goddess' inability to stick to a particular topic she was debating for.

"And what do you propose?" Hestia eyed her warily.

"Well, after he has fucked all of us," everybody winced at her coarse wording, "maybe, he can have threesomes or foursomes, and work his way up. Maybe we can even have orgies, and walk around naked on the island, and have sex whenever we want, wherever we want, with whoever we want.... like some love island shit, because that's what a harem is meant to be like. Everybody loves everybody! It's a win-win!"

Except for the desperate Little Big Three, and Drew, everybody was rather apprehensive and uncomfortable with her idea.

Artemis made a move to rebuke her, to wipe the giddy, gleeful expression off the love goddess' face, but stopped.

Rather, she was stopped by Athena, tugging hurriedly at her sleeve.

Artemis turned her head in horror, to see Percy with a thoughtful expression on his face.

"Absol-" The moon goddess was cut off before she even had the chance to start.

"You know what, Athena? This is one of the most hare-brained ideas you've ever had, right up there with the Medusa and Arachne decisions." His dark sea-green eyes shined, telling everyone that he had made his decision.

"And, as a certified expert on hare-brained ideas, I approve of this. I LOVE THIS IDEA!"

Chapter 34: Apollo and Ares

Time: Next Day

Percy stared up at the sky in worry.

The day was.... unusual on the tropical island.

The world was in shadows, dark and gloomy. The sky was burning with a ferocious intensity that blinded him if he stared at it for too long, though most of it was hidden behind dark and foreboding clouds that rumbled and growled with thunder, massive storm clouds swirling in the raging winds like an endless, dark vortex. The winds had picked up and were choppy, the waves high as they crashed onto the sandy shores of Ogygia. The sun wasn't visible.

An endless shadow, like a grey tinge, had fallen over the world, tinting the usually vibrant colours on the island with a permanent dullness. The strong winds whipped through the flora on the island, roaring and screeching through the thick, dense forests that covered most of the island. The drooping green leaves of the trees rustled in a sinister manner, the spread-out branches and leaves swaying in an elaborate dance. The tall palm trees that lined the beach swayed and groaned as they were forced to bend, their long, bright green leaves rustling. There was not a sign of natural wildlife on the island, everything had gone into hiding.

The only visible life on the island was the twenty-four divine and semi-divine beings mopping around in the massive house near the beach.

Half of them were in the dining room, watching the stormy world through dull eyes, most of them sleepy and bored, lying with their head on their arms on the table. In the other room, a few shouts could be heard, where they were engaged in another intense gaming session.

But most of it lacked the usual energy- the depressing air of the world seemed to affect their very beings, sapping their vigour and making their bones and bodies seem heavier than usual. The atmosphere was stuffy and humid, but it was not so hot, thanks to the violent winds cooling the island down.

For once, the air conditioner was off, the welcome promise of rain and the cool winds prompting the immortal beings to give the machine a little rest.

The sliding glass door was wide open, and nobody cared for the little sand that entered the room with the refreshing, briny breeze.

Percy sat on the floor in his usual spot by the door, just this time, he was facing opposite direction. His back was to the room, the table and the other girls, and he faced the one world. The cool breeze refreshed him, and he breathed in deeply, feeling like he was standing at the stern of a ship in the middle of the ocean. His raven locks were tousled in the strong winds, making his messy long hair even messier. His clothes were ruffled in the wind, his comfortable, sleeveless black vest hugging his chest and abs as his loose black shorts hung limply around his slim waist. His bare feet dangled outside, his ankles resting in the soft grass as his toes drew patterns in the moist soil.

His dark sea green-eyed followed Artemis as she paced up and down the length of the swimming pool worriedly. Her lush, soft auburn locks bounced as she walked with a nigh impossible speed, falling in a gentle cascade past her shoulders. Her swirling, silver eyes stared off blankly into the choppy waters of the pool, occasionally glancing up at the chaotic sky in worry. She wore the standard Hunter attire, a uniform that had been under lock and key for possibly the longest duration in history. The tight black t-shirt, silver parka, and skinny hunting jeans hugged all her beautiful curves perfectly. Combat boots clicked sharply against the tiled, marble borders of the swimming pool.

She still managed to look beautiful despite her crippling worry for her twin, carrying herself with an effortless grace that marked each and every one of her movements. Millennia of being a lithe, quick Hunter had toned her curvy body perfectly, with a massive rack, a slim, perfectly toned stomach leading to wide, childbearing hips and an equally soft and heavenly bubble butt. Despite the tight, restraining underwear she undoubtedly wore, her feminine assets jiggled and bounced as she paced in worry.

Percy's sharp eyes followed every single bounce, every gentle curve of her soft flesh, following her unconsciously swaying hips and soft bubble butt that jiggled beneath the fabric constraints of her tight blue jeans.

However, despite the eye candy she was unwittingly treating him to, the tension in the air was palpable. Apollo was in danger, everyone on the island knew it.

Percy gulped, nervous for his friend.

Apollo had wanted to join him, and he had denied, because of his own sexuality.

He had just gone through several trials, several brushes with death, and it was unlike that the Triumvirate would be coming back anytime soon, if ever. If he was in danger, it was from the other gods on Olympus.

Percy felt pity for the somewhat naive sun god, coddled and pampered by all the people in the world since ancient times. It made him unbelievably strong, yes, but Apollo had yet to unlock most of his latent powers.

Besides, Apollo was the sun, without which, the world will end.... mostly.

Percy gulped. What WERE they doing?

He stood up, worried, not only for his friend, but also for his beautiful goddess. "Artemis, we can-"

The moon goddess whipped around to him, shocked out of her thoughts by his voice cutting through the sounds of the brewing storm. Despite all the sounds around them, the world was silent and foreboding.

Percy was suddenly hugged by a blur of auburn hair, knocking the wind out of him. He felt wet tears moistening his shirt. "Percy... I'm worried."

He tentatively wrapped his arms around her, hugging her comfortingly. He could feel her body shaking as she buried herself deeper into his taller, superior form. "Shh, we will just go and-"

He was cut off. "Percy, I'm going to check on Apollo right now."

And without another word, there was a blinding flash, and Artemis was gone.

Percy turned to the watching girls in the dining room, moving quickly, hurriedly in worry. "I'm going after her, nobody should follow." His voice was stern as he effortlessly slipped into his Dark god mask.

"Percy...." Hestia started worriedly.

Percy made a clicking noise, "Chill, Hestia. It's probably nothing, but we'll check on him anyway. Knowing him, he probably forgot to take put the sun chariot." Even as the words escaped from his lips, he knew nobody believed him. Zeus would go berserk if Apollo just... forgot to take out his sun chariot. Besides, the usually goofy sun god was serious when it came to his godly duties.

He gave a short salute, before he flashed away.

Percy followed Artemis' power signature to her location. Artemis' temple, Olympus.

He passed through what felt like a wave of molasses, before being deposited on the marble floor of the beautiful, elegant temple of the moon goddess.

Picking himself up, feeling a bit woozy and unsure on his feet after the strange feeling.

After taking a moment to reorient himself, his feet carried him to the unmistakable flash of auburn and blonde hair, deeper in the temple. "Artemis, is Apollo okay?!"

Normally, Artemis would ask him how he got into her temple, seeing as she had never given him permission. However, right then, she was too preoccupied with her twin in her arms.

"Percy...." she looked at him worriedly. "I have to show you something." She bit her pink lip as her silver eyes shined at him worriedly.

"Is Apollo okay?" He repeated, slowly.

She gulped, "Yeah, he-" she winced, "she is."

Percy's brain stopped for a moment. Shrugging it off as him hearing her wrong, he shifted her so that he could get a better look at the sun deity.

His heart stopped.

Where he expected to see a sharply built, chiselled, hot sun god, lay a broken, sexy sun goddess, looking almost identical to Artemis, save for her dishevelled state, blonde hair and clear azure eyes.

"Apollo!" He knelt beside him- her, taking the surprisingly light goddess from her twin's arms.

He examined her with a quick eye.

Apollo's face was identical to Artemis', as already stated. Soft, gentle features, on a beautiful face that reflected safety. As compared to Artemis' pale, ivory skin, Apollo's was perfectly tanned, with a milky chocolate tone on her smooth, creamy skin. Her lush, blonde hair shined brightly in the light of the temple, long, and falling in gentle curls to her waist, a shade similar to Atalanta, brighter than Athena's or Aphrodite's. Clear, azure eyes stared at him helplessly, a bright shade reminiscent of the clear sky on a bright, sunny day, somehow different than Aphrodite's, whose shade was closer to a calm lake.

But it was the state she was in, that made his blood boil.

Her clean, white chiton was ripped in many places, and was only enough to cover her feminine modesty, held together by her slender arms and small hands. The rest of the fabric was ripped into shreds, revealing her beautiful, enticing curves, but which made his ichor roar in his ears as his fists clenched tighter in boiling anger. Her cheeks were gold and nose puffy, her eyes bloodshot, revealing that she had been crying for some time. Dried tear tracks stained her cheeks.

"What happened? Who did this to you?" Percy growled predatorily, letting his Darker side out to wreak vengeance on those who dared to hurt Apollo.

She sniffed. "Ze-Zeus."

"Why?"

"He said that if I wanted to be a man's whore so much, I should be a proper man's whore. He turned me to a girl as punishment, and handed me to Ares." She stuttered out between uncontrollable sobs, "He tried to rape me, and I came to the only safe place I could find."

"Did he take away your immortality?" Percy questioned.

"N-No, but I won't be able to use my powers for some time. I-I don't know if I can ever get back to-"

She was cut off. "Come on out! I know you're there, beauty pie!" A gruff voice shouted from outside the table.

Percy was immediately on his feet. "That's Ares."

Artemis hugged her sister tighter. "Don't worry, he won't be able to come inside." Apollo melted in her sister's arms, hiding her face in the moon goddess' chest as she dampened her silver parka with her tears. Her small body was wracked with sobs as she tried to hug her sister tighter, with an intention never to let go. For her, right then, letting go of Artemis meant the difference between life and death.

Percy cursed his attire. Barefoot, with the loose, minimal clothes that he wore on the island of Ogygia. He looked back at the twin archers. "Artemis, take Apollo to Ogygia, I'll just deal with Ares, and come along."

She didn't even try to stop him, just giving a resolute nod, "Be careful, Percy. And crush the bastard's bones to powder." She flashed herself and her new sister away with a bright silver light.

Percy stood up, snapping his fingers to put on his Dark armour.

A comforting, familiar weight materialized out of nowhere on his body. Percy ran his fingers along the smooth, cool surface of the black metal, his helmet resting in his hand. He willed it away, he didn't need it to deal with the wayward war god. The insides, padded with soft velvet, were warm and comforting on his skin. The godly metal covered his feet in a padded structure similar to the combat boots he was used to, crunching and clicking against the marble floor of Artemis' temple.

Percy stared at the door, his mind too preoccupied and angry to take note of the superb architecture that had probably been made by Annabeth when she reconstructed Olympus.

His ears were ringing, and his blood roared, adrenaline pumping in his veins. The distressed state of the sun god...dess emblazoned permanently into his mind.

His jaw muscles tensed, and he gritted his teeth until he feared that his jaw would snap under the pressure.

The familiar weight of Anaklusmos materialized in his right hand, its hilt fitting perfectly in his palm. Percy twirled the Greek sword in his hand, showing off its perfect balance to an imaginary audience, before he sheathed it expertly in one fluid motion at his left hip.

Doomslayer appeared in his left hand, and he willed the Imperial Gold weapon to shrink, as he knew it would. After a few moments, with a dark purple glow, the mighty, double-handed battleaxe, taller than he was, shrunk to an unassuming, light, unobtrusive woodman's axe. He twirled the axe much the same way he had Anaklusmos, and Doomslayer went to his right hip.

The sound of his metal boots clip-clopping against the marble floor of Artemis' temple was the only sound that accompanied his thoughts as he slowly strode to the door in a determined manner.

The grey world that awaited him outside was a sharp contrast to the brightly lit temple he had been inside, and he was disoriented for a moment. It did not last for long, however, as he immediately regained his bearings, a single face popped out of the mass of angry faces.

"Ares." He growled.

The war god seemed shocked for a moment, before he retaliated. "Perseus."

"Leave."

"I won't, unless you give me Apollo! We-" he spread his arms dramatically, making the fellow gods around him cheer, "-have been deprived of the three maidens, so we will have the next best thing! The maiden Artemis' twin sister will be ours!" He shouted.

Percy noted that all of the minor gods were ones who couldn't stand on their own. Pesky gods like Heracles, Deimos, Eros and Phobos.

"Besides," Ares growled, summoning a massive, double-handed broadsword in his gloved hands. "I have a score to settle with you. You took Aphrodite, too."

Percy growled, raising Anaklusmos. "Alright, war god, you had it coming."

"And you had it coming, punk."

The two crouched, their leg muscles tensing, before rushing at each other at supersonic speeds, blowing the minor gods off their feet.

The two swords clanged in the middle, as the two war gods fought for the respect of Percy's girls.

Percy immediately broke off the stalemate, going in for a low strike, swiping his blade at Ares' feet, and forcing him to jump back. Ares wasn't one to give in, as he brought down his massive blade in a deadly arc, moving faster than expected, aided by gravity. Percy simply sidestepped the move, experimentally jabbing at the side of his abdomen.

Ares swatted the blade away with his hand, shifting his grip to jab at Percy's exposed head from up.

Percy ducked, bringing up Anaklusmos so that Ares' sword clanged uselessly against its hilt.

He noticed that Ares had a perfectly designed armour shimmering to existence on his body. The Imperial Gold armour was splattered with specks of blood, and a blood-red cape flowed from his shoulders. His Celestial Bronze sword glowed with a faint red gleam that showed off his domain of War.

Percy grinned, raising Anaklusmos. Now, he was fighting only to down Ares, and why he had even started fighting in the first place, was lost on the two combatants. Now, he was fighting only to enjoy the familiar, intoxicating feel of adrenaline rushing in his veins, the constant fear, excitement of death looming over his head, that kept him on his toes, a feeling which he had all but forgotten.

He was a warrior, born to kill, fight and die.

Percy ducked as Ares swung his sword in a reverse strike, weaving through attacks like a professional boxer. He struck Ares' exposed abdomen, making a small cut clean through the thick, godly armour as he was forced to retreat quickly. Ares roared as first blood was drawn by his opponent, bringing the hilt of his massive sword down with enough force to crush his skull.

Percy jumped back, thinking quickly on his feet for ways to end this fight. It was clear that Ares had greater stamina and endurance, at least the fighting kind, and Percy could not rely on brute strength to win. His greater speed and agility had managed to let him draw blood... but without his any of his powers, he was lost. The laws of godly duels governing this particular match prevented him from using any of his destructive, Dark powers to end Ares.

He felt Doomslayer hum at his waist, and felt a grin curl upon his lips.

Percy again rushed Ares, blindly this time, forcing him to raise his sword to block the attack. He did not relent this time, instead continuing to push the war god. Ares gritted his teeth, before pushing back, using both of his hands to wield his sword.

Slowly but surely, he was pushing Percy back. A feral grin broke out on Ares' rugged face.

Percy tried his best to hide his smile as the war god played right into his hands. He was holding Anaklusmos with only one hand, and the blade pressed against his well-armoured shoulder. His feet dug into the ground, and he could a throbbed ache begin to pound his abused shoulder. He could feel the sweat, cool and inviting, rolling down his forehead. He was aware of all the spectators watching him like a pack of hungry hyenas, waiting for him to falter so that they could pounce.

His other, free hand snaked down to his waist, getting a firm grip on the shrunken, Imperial Gold handle of Doomslayer.

Time for the K.O. attack combo.

Ares screamed as the blade of his axe crunched into his femur bone, making the war god drop his posture to favour his other leg. His heavy blade rested limply with its tip on the ground, held by only one hand as he tried to stifle the bleeding with the other.

Bad mistake to make against an unbelievably fast, dangerous opponent.

Percy was quick to react to the lull in Ares' guard, using it to his advantage as he dislodged Doomslayer from his hip. He kicked his hand, forcing him to drop the heavy broadsword, which clattered to a rest several feet away. Percy did not stop, using the momentum to execute a complete circle, and roundhousing his armoured ankle into the back of Ares' good knee, forcing him to drop to the ground on his knees.

His metal boot ground against the soft soil, the armour not slowing him down the slightest. Rather, it fit him snugly, like a second pair of skin.

Percy raised Doomslayer once more, bringing it down in a deadly arc to lodge the axe deep in the war god's shoulder. Ares screamed in pain as the Imperial Gold blade crunched through his collar bones, into the first pair of his ribs.

However, Percy did not stop, slamming Anaklusmos' bejewelled hilt into Ares' chin, and finally doing the impossible as he knocked out the thick-skulled bastard. The war god lay passed out in a puddle of his golden ichor and a few teeth.

Percy panted for breath, looking around him with dark, mistrustful eyes. The minor gods shifted uncomfortably underneath his scrutinizing gaze, none willing to meet his eyes.

"What is going on here?!" A booming voice ripped through the crowds gathered around to watch the duel between the two war gods.

Percy gulped.

He had cleared the first boss.

Now for the next.

Chapter 35: Apollo or Asteria: Part 1

Time: A Few Hours Later

Percy winced as Aphrodite sponged his back with warm water.

They were back safe on the island of Ogygia, and it was night. Currently, all the girls were sitting around the dining table, which seemed to have become the default meeting place for all the inhabitants on the island. This evening, however, a new immortal had joined them, in the form of the female Apollo.

However, this time, the mood was slightly serious, as Apollo still had bloodshot eyes, and was sobbing silently. Artemis sat beside her sister, patting her back as she tried to comfort and soothe the younger twin. Most of them were silent, broken only by Percy's occasional grunts of pain and slight rebukes at his state.

"Who told you to engage so many enemies in open combat?" Reyna hissed at him, clearly dissatisfied.

"What was I to do? Just run away?!" Percy looked at her incredulously. "Don't be daft. The minor gods respected power, and only power, and I showed them who was the one in charge. You can't talk to them like civil immortals. They understand the language, and treatment dealt out to untamable wild beasts, so pain is the only language they should be spoken to, in."

"I'm sure it's not that bad." Everyone gaped at the only Roman in the room.

"What?" Reyna eyed the others looking at her weirdly. "I'm sure he's just exaggerating."

"Reyna," Artemis began, slowly, trying to ensure that she could follow her every word, "Romans are honourable, the Greeks are not so. What Percy said is right. Greek minor gods are filthy beasts, and should be put down as such." She hugged her twin tighter.

She gulped. "Yeah, look what they did to my hands!" Percy raised his hands from where they were dipped in a bowl of ice and water.

"Ah, come on, Percy. You wouldn't have been zapped if you had been sensible. Reyna is right, there is no need for unnecessary violence. And besides, your hands will be alright before dinner."

"And what if they aren't? How am I to eat dinner?!" He asked in a panicked tone.

Atalanta snapped at him, "Act your age, Jackson. My dad- sorry, mom- was nearly.... you know what, and dinner is the only thing you can think of?!"

He stared at the Hunter blankly. "I'm trying to take her mind off- OUCH!"

Percy immediately shied away from the love goddess as she dabbed at the already partially healed gash just above his waist. "Keep still, Percy!" She admonished, "I know what I'm doing. I think I can just clean the wounds alright!"

"Yeah, yeah, of course, you can." Percy nodded hastily, wincing as she continued her administrations, a bit more forceful this time.

"Alright, onto more serious matters. Apollo, tell me, what really happened?"

She looked up at him with wide, teary eyes. Percy had to struggle to make out her soft words amidst the horrible stuttering, interspersed with ample sobs and cries and sniffles as she tried to bravely recount her traumatic experience. "It started like any other day. I got up just when Artemis was landing her moon chariot, and I went to the garage to bring out mine. But then, Ares was waiting for me there. He ambushed me, hit me in the head with something, and I blacked out."

She snuggled deeper into Artemis' arms. "I woke up in the throne room, in front of Ares, Hera and Zeus. Zeus told me how I was being punished... for expressing my desire to join your harem, and supported by Hera, he declared that I would be a part of a harem. But not yours, Ares'. I was cursed to be female eternally, and handed to Ares. I tried to resist,  but he was just too strong, and carried me off."

"Did he touch you inappropriately?"

Apollo nodded, tears springing to her eyes. "Yeah, he touched me, and was not able to take my virginity."

Percy blanked out for a second. "I thought you were already non-virgin."

Apollo shot him a small smile. "Glad to see that you are so interested in my sex life, Percy."

The Dark god had the decency to blush. "No, I don't actually have any interest in your sex life. It's just, you know, kinda hard to miss your blatant flirting and all the children of Apollo running around. You know, like her." He pointed at Atalanta with his thumb. "But that doesn't answer the question."

She grinned at him weakly. "This new body is as virgin as my little sister here," he pinched Artemis' cheek, "that is, unless, you haven't already.... taken it."

Artemis' cheeks were golden as she swatted away Apollo's hand. "And here I was thinking that you needed comfort. Bastard, you are perfectly fine. First of all, I'm older, and second," she blushed even harder at that, "I haven't done anything with him."

"Whaaa?" She looked scandalized, "How can you not sleep with such a perfect male specimen? Even I did not look so... delicious when I was male- okay, maybe I did, but just a little bit. Aphrodite, what have you been teaching her?!"

Percy knew that the love goddess was also blushing, as she muttered something intangible. He narrowed his eyes at the sun goddess, knowing that she was diverting the topic on purpose... he shrugged it off, being the goddess of truth, Apollo was physically incapable of lying. Perhaps she was just traumatized by the entire experience. After all, it was not daily that you suddenly wake up and find yourself being of the other gender.

Maybe Magnus' 'gender fluid' girlfriend, Alex Fierro.

Magnus... he had informed neither him, nor his mother, of his current conditions. He made a mental side note to do that whenever he was free of all this.... drama.

"I could not hear you, sorry." Apollo sat up straighter, looking at Aphrodite eagerly for information on their sex lives.

Aphrodite cleared her throat uncomfortably. "What I said was that most of us haven't slept with him yet."

Apollo immediately picked up on her wording. "Who has?" Her excitement was clearly written on her face.

"Hestia." There was a short, shocked silence from the goddess as she tried to comprehend Thalia's message, spoken in abject jealousy.

"And?" He prompted.

"Only her." The daughter of Zeus added, making him look at the love goddess.

"You didn't sleep with Percy for the ten months you were on the island?!" Apollo all but screeched, making her blush as she nodded.

"I'm disappointed in you, I really am." She shook her head, before perking back up, giving Hestia a thumbs up. "And I'm proud of you, aunt! I never knew you had it in you to be the first to claim him! How many times did you sleep with him?"

Hestia's cheeks burned gold as she held up two fingers. "Twice?!" Everyone screeched at her, before turning to Percy. "Jackson, elaborate!"

Faced with their wrath, Percy could not but blurt out the truth. "I swear I didn't! The first time was when she gave me a blowjob, and it was at least three months ago! The arrangement hadn't even come into effect right then!"

"What arrangement?" Apollo looked at them curiously, and Athena explained to her sister about it.

"Ooh, that's nice!" She agreed, "But now that I am here, nobody needs to worry! I'll make sure that everyone gets all the sex they want! We'll have orgies, gangbangs, kinky parties, everything!" She declared proudly.

After Aphrodite had returned to her seat, a d all the medical supplies had been removed, Percy did not bother putting his shirt back on. He was just... giving the sad sun goddess the show of her life.

But inside, his mind was racing at the speed of light, as he continued to think of things. The laughter of the girls was blocked out as his eyes wandered to the outside world, marvelling at the contrast the present world held to the stormy morning.

The night was wet, yet calm and soothing. The previous choppy winds had given way to a small, pleasant breeze that cooled down the entire tropical island, swaying the trees and gently rustling their bright green leaves. The sea was calm, small waves lapping at the sandy shores of Ogygia. The moon was hidden behind a thick curtain of dark clouds that plunged the world in darkness, but it was an inviting, calm darkness that lulled one to sleep. The smell of fresh, wet earth wafted through, calming everyone down and soothing nerves. The constant pitter-patter of small raindrops against the glass formed a beautiful, pleasant thrum, a natural sound that was music to everyone's ears. Glistening, clear puddles formed on the wet earth and grass of the lawn, the leaves bending under the weight of the water to gently drip onto the ground. The constant sound of water droplets in the massive swimming pool added to the pleasant orchestra of nature, leading to a rise in the water levels of the pool.

Percy's dark, sea-green eyes hungrily devoured all the beautiful sights and sounds around him, before his eyes wandered from the dark, beautiful world to the brightly lit, lively room, and its beautiful inhabitants.

Apollo laughed, a bright sound that melted all his worries away. Nobody could say that she had been crying only a few minutes ago, the golden tint and the puffy nose having returned to her usual, bright and beautiful, countenance.

Her blonde hair had been cleaned, and now, it shined as brightly as the sun on a good day, slightly brighter than Atalanta's. Her perfectly tanned chocolate skin was smooth, and glistened in the light. Her bright, azure eyes shined like clean sapphires, a unique pair of gemstones amongst several unique pairs of gemstones. Her soft pink lips, shining with lip gloss, curled up in a bright smile, revealing her perfect, blindingly white teeth.

Percy assumed Aphrodite and Hestia had cleaned her up when he was away fighting for her honour.

She wore a simple white tank top that revealed a sexy belly button piercing on her perfectly toned stomach. Her shirt rode up a bit on her massive tits, enough to rival Aphrodite. Despite the fact that she had been a male mere hours ago, Percy could not help but boldly ogle her body as she laughed with the others. Large, erect nipples poked through the thin fabric of the shirt, revealing her lack of a bra. It was clear that all the other girls around her were uncomfortable with that, but let it slide, nonetheless, seeing as it was Apollo's first day as a girl. Well, apart from Calypso, Drew and Aphrodite, the former because she did not know about modern bras, the latter because they did not care about it.

Wide, curvy hips led to tanned, creamy, luscious thighs hidden behind a pair of black shorts. Her feet were bare, as she sat cross-legged by the table, waiting for dinner to be served. Her long, slender legs seemed to go on for miles, revealing all the creamy, soft curves and soft skin on the insides of her thighs.

Percy gulped. How to break the news to her?

"Umm... Apollo."

"Huh?" She looked up at him, making the entire table fall silent. She shot him a smile, which made his heart beat faster in anticipation.

"First, I need you to swear on the Styx never to reveal what I'm going to tell you right now." He barely managed to suppress a smile as the others giggled at what was possibly an inside joke, Apollo thought.

"Alright, I, Apollo, God-" he winced, "Goddess of the sun, the seventh Olympian, hereby swear on the river Styx never to reveal, in any form, willingly or unwillingly, what Perseus Jackson is going to tell me in the next five minutes."

"They are not all the harem members." He gestured to the twenty girls by his side.

"What?" She looked at him blankly, before shaking her head, making her blonde locks bounce, "They are everyone that the gods gave you, Percy."

"No, no, Apollo. Listen, and don't interrupt. We.... had a few problems at the beginning. A few... people were uncooperative, and you know, the usual things that ate bound to happen in a harem. Shit happened, and we ended up accepting four more members."

She stared at him blankly, her mind not being able to comprehend the information. Artemis squirmed beside her in her seat.

"You can come in now." He called, and the door opened to let in four, drop-dead gorgeous Dark goddesses, who sauntered in, hips swaying, black dresses flowing, their curvy bodies on full display.

"That's Eris, Nemesis.... Styx, and I don't know the other one." Apollo admitted, frowning.

Nyx sat down beside Apollo, smiling at the innocent sun goddess. "I, my dear, am the night."

She continued frowning for a few moments, before her eyes widened as she jumped back. "Nyx!"

"Calm down, Apollo. I trust them as much as I trust all the others. No need to be careful around them, they are..... mine." Percy smirked at his claim, which was not disputed by anyone. "They won't hurt anyone in this room."

Artemis grabbed her sister's hand, and dragged her back into her seat between herself and Nyx. The Primordial giggled, batting her eyelashes innocently at the sun goddess.

After a few moments of shock, and opening and closing her mouth like a fish, Apollo finally regained her ability to speak. "Wha-what.... but.... how?!"

Percy chuckled at his reaction. "Nobody knows about the four of them being in my harem yet, Apollo. You are the first one, so congratulations. I hope you'll keep it a secret... well, you have to keep it a secret, or both Styx and I will be coming for you."

"Percy!" Apollo screeched, backing away from the table. "All of them are evil!"

Immediately, the temperature in the room plummeted, despite the presence of the sun goddess. The hostility radiating from all the girls, save the four Dark goddesses, was palpable, and could be cut with a knife. A bead of sweat rolled down Apollo's forehead.

"What my dear younger sister wants to say, is that," Artemis glared at her, "she is an idiot, so please forgive her."

"I really don't see what the problem is, here." Styx tolled her eyes, bored at the regular occurrence with newcomers.

"You are not evil! None of us, are!" Hestia hissed at her dismissal.

"Apollo, we are Dark. We have... Dark domains, that does not make us evil. We cannot help it if our domain is pain, nightmares, and the like. Everyone cannot be a.... literal beacon of light like you." Percy eyed her up and down critically, making her want to shrink into herself as she realized she had basically called Percy evil, too.

"Umm.... can we talk about other topics? I'm cool." Apollo glanced at the nonchalant Dark goddesses, before she tentatively took her seat back. After all, they had been on the island for far longer than her.

"Hmm... about what?"

"Maybe about how it is weird to call my... mom Apollo when she is female?" Atalanta offered helpfully.

"You know what...." Percy scratched his stubble as if he was thinking hard, "That's a great idea. Change her name."

"Umm... shouldn't I be getting a say in this?" Apollo asked, regretting she ever brought the topic up.

"No." Percy waved her off, before clapping his hands together, "Alright, suggestions for a female Apollo's name. Let's start."

"This isn't a game! This is my name we are talking about." She screeched, but was ignored.

"How about Apollina?" Ross offered, and as usual, Violet followed, "Or Apolline?"

Neo nodded her head, "Abbeline sounds similar, too."

"Apollonia!" Sydney cheered, and with that, the entire room burst into pandemonium.

Percy just stared from one to the other, not being able to comprehend what they were all shouting at him. Apollo had shrunk back into her seat, as the others surged around her. The words blurred tightened to form a confusing, chaotic hodgepodge of names, all beginning with 'A', and trailing off to all sorts of sounds, some of which, Percy had never heard, or could not even distinguish as human.

"Silence!" And like a switch had been flicked, everyone stopped shouting, and looked at Percy, who just shrugged. "It wasn't me."

Then, in a synchronized manner, all turned to look at Artemis, all heads turning as one, to see the golden faced moon goddess panting heavily as she looked at them with slightly angry, swirling silver eyes.

"She is my twin, so I get to name her." Artemis staked her claim, making Athena raise a finger in protest. "Umm... it doesn't actually work like that."

"Yeah, what it works like, is that I get to name myself," Apollo grumbled under her breath.

Artemis just stared at Athena pointedly, before turning to Percy, who was busy laughing at everybody. He clutched his stomach in pain as he regained control, wiping away a tear, "Let us hear what Artemis has to suggest."

The moon goddess shot him a grateful look, before sitting straighter trying to make herself seem more important. "What I propose, is that we call the female Apollo, Asteria, after our aunt, the Titaness of Stars, and all that. Because technically, the sun is a star..."

She was cut off, "So Asteria it is!" The now christened Asteria declared, pumping her fist, grateful to have gotten a sensible name. She now wanted to put an end to the discussion before the others could even begin to contemplate other names like Abdallah or Ashton or anything like that.

Whoever named a girl, let alone a sexy goddess like her, that?

Honestly, her few hours on the island had been enough for her to realize that every single individual on the island was completely crazy in their own, endearing way.

Asteria continued, her clear, azure eyes, as bright as the sky shining with enthusiasm, and hidden apprehension, for the next topic they were about to discuss.

"Sooo.... can I join the harem?"

Chapter 36: Apollo or Asteria: Part 2

Time: After Dinner

Percy looked up at the knock on his door.

His body moved on its own, on autopilot, as Percy moved to open the door on muscle memory. His mind was clouded, his brain clogged with the discussion that the girls had just had. This time, he was excluded, as they heatedly debated Asteria's question, providing arguments and counter-arguments to justify their stand, with much more ferocity than they displayed when they were trying to name Asteria.

And this time, Asteria participated, too, boldly voicing her feelings and emotions.

There were a few who were jealous and overprotective of him, vehemently standing against the decision. The Little Big Three were the most vocal of those, shouting over the others to have themselves heard.

Shivers ran up Percy's spine as he remembered Aphrodite's offhand comment about possessive sisters. He wondered whether he should talk to them, try to figure out their feelings. He was sure that they loved him in a platonic manner, and were confused. Just a passing crush, he desperately told himself, shuddering at the thought of having to give the twins The Talk.

He just lived to see Thalia's expression when she would give Neo The Talk.

But back to the topic at hand, what surprised him was that several of the girls were all for adding Asteria to his harem. Aphrodite was understandable, her policy was the more there were, the better it was.

Athena said that him owning twenty-five girls sounded much better than twenty-four. It was also easier for mathematical calculations- don't ask Percy what she was calculating.

Hestia just smiled at him, gently telling him to do whatever he wanted- whatever his heart told him to do.

The four Dark goddesses told him that they had been allowed to join by the others, so they would not stand in the way of another joining their ranks.

Phoebe smirked at him, telling him that he would be stronger if there were more girls worshipping him on their hands and knees, and the more powerful he was, the more powerful they would be.

She was elbowed by a golden faced Atalanta, who was happy that she would be joined by her mother.

But the most surprising was Artemis, who vehemently wanted Asteria to join them, claiming that she would be safe on the island, she would be safe if she joined his harem, and was invited under his protection. She presented him with an impeccable puppy dog expression for her twin sister's wellbeing.

Percy took one look at the teary-eyed sun goddess, trying her best to erect a similar expression for him, but failing as her lips trembled. He could feel his resolve crumbling as he looked back at Artemis, who jutted out her lower lip in an innocent expression her silver doe eyes wide and shining with untainted innocence.

By the end of the discussion, the decision was almost unanimous.

He agreed. Asteria would be in his harem, but on one condition. Everyone perked up at that.

She would be the last girl he ever took, he made it very clear, his voice firm.

There was cheering as the twin archers were hugged by everybody, singing and dancing throughout the dinner, accompanied by jovial laughter. Every time Percy thought that the girls could not be rowdier, they brutally disproved him, shouting and throwing things.

In the end, everything had devolved into a massive food fight, which forced Percy to duck and hide beneath the table to save himself.

He sighed as he realized that he would most probably be the one to clean everything the next day.

There was another impatient knock on his door, making Percy move hurriedly as he realized that he had just been standing there.

He threw the door open, faking a yawn that no doubt, everybody saw through.

It was not like he was a bad actor. They were just too damn good at reading his each and every movement.

His dark sea-green eyes sought out three figures, one slightly taller than the other two.

Two blondes, and one with caramel hair.

"Percy, we need to tell you something," Calypso spoke softly, trying not to spook him, her shining amber eyes searching his.

His heart trembled, "What happened?" He looked above her, at Asteria, who refused to meet his eyes, looking everywhere but him. She rubbed her arm abashedly, her cheeks tinged gold.

Percy stared at the three questioningly, his heart racing.

"Don't worry, Percy," Aphrodite cooed in comfort, "It's nothing serious or anything like that. Asteria just wants to tell you what she feels."

Calypso picked up her line. "Percy, we beg you to hear her out, and to comply with whatever she says. We have already gone over everything, you have no need to trouble yourself. Asteria is responsible enough."

Percy raised an eyebrow. "The sun god I know and the word responsible do not exactly go together."

Calypso blushed, while Aphrodite pushed a protesting Asteria towards him. "Just talk it out, you two! I know I love playing matchmaker, but this is just getting plain irritating!"

Percy held Asteria to his chest with one arm, and she made no effort to remove herself, I stead snuggling closer to his warmth.

"Alright, good night, you two," Percy called out, directing Asteria to his room.

Asteria, the erstwhile Apollo, could not believe the position she was in. Her arms were wrapped around his broad chest, and she felt light-headed as she inhaled his distinct, masculine scent that made her legs go weak. Her hot cheek pressed against his warm, smooth skin, making her squeal internally. Involuntarily, she pressed herself to him, wanting him to carry her. Showing herself as weak, was a signature textbook move for all women trying to pick up men.

She swallowed the excess saliva in her mouth, trying not to drool too much at his chiselled form. She retracted her earlier statement- he was much better than she had ever been when she had been Apollo. He was better, a thousand times better, than any male she had ever seen- and she had seen it all, she was the fucking sun for fuck's sake.

Asteria was not stupid. Rather, what most people forgot, was that she was the goddess of knowledge, too.

When she was a male, she had been with enough people of both genders, and knew as much about sex as Aphrodite. She had slept with females, so knew about her present body quite intimately, through four millennia of experience, and it was like she had been born female, with just slight discomfort.

Besides, she had pleasured enough males before her gender was turned, to be as skilled at dishing out blowjobs as the love goddess herself.

All in all, the sex change had not affected Asteria in any way, and she could still function, in and out of bed, as before. Rather, if she had not been almost raped, she would have even considered being turned female a perk, a blessing in disguise, as it allowed her to sleep with Percy.

And now, her being almost raped, granted her an excuse for crawling into his bed.

She licked her wet, pink lips, trying to clean away the drool. Her body suddenly felt too hot for her clothes, and she subtly tugged at her tight shirt, almost regretting her decision to flaunt her new, curvy, sexy female body. Her thighs were weak, and a wet warmth stuck her underwear to her crotch. Her nipples were suddenly much more sensitive than before, but that was to be expected. The constant rubbing of the sensitive skin of her areolas with the soft fabric of her shirt, led to a pleasant feeling in her erect nipples, the hard pebbles of soft, sensitive flesh poking through the thin fabric. The large mounds of soft, milky flesh on her chest that she called her tits, were one of the largest she had ever had the pleasure of laying her eyes upon. A pleasant warmth exuded from her large C- cup tits, and Asteria wanted to bury her lover's face in the mountains of creamy, warm skin and firm, soft flesh, to be pleasured by his mouth. She supposed it was instinctive- for her to want Percy to suck on her nipples and lick and suck every single inch of skin on her sensitive chest, and leave innumerable love bites on her chest.

She giggled mentally as she thought about going completely shirtless, without a bra, around the island, showing off her oversized tits to everyone. After all, Percy went shirtless, and he, too, had been male just a day ago. He imagined all the others' shocked expressions. Maybe she would lovingly suckle Percy, too, in front of everybody, and start a massive orgy.

She filed away the information for later, closely paying attention to the strange thrill that went through her wet, aroused core as she imagined her sister and daughter sucking on her massive tits. Maybe she would breastfeed her beautiful daughter, Atalanta, too... yeah, Asteria was wild kinky, and she was proud of it. She would have a fun time corrupting her innocent, untouched, virgin sister Artemis and her equally stuck up Hunters.

She would pass where Aphrodite had failed, and have them kneeling in front of Percy in no time. Submissive, with open mouths, eager to take his load, and waving, sexy bubble butts, an array of virgin, badass Hunters eager to take him up their ass.

It was not a secret that the Hunters and Artemis were considered something of a trophy, a forbidden fruit and unattainable, untouchable prize. They were held on a pedestal by every single male on Olympus, a group of virgin, drop-dead gorgeous badasses who were untouchable. There was not a single, horny person- demigod, god or satyr- who did not jerk off to the Hunters in their tight Hunting uniform, with perfect asses toned through years of sprinting. She should know, Apollo had done that, too, several times over the years.

Asteria smirked. She would help Percy make them his, and only his, and it would not be such a difficult job, either. She only had to get them in the same room, and would bet that they wouldn't be able to keep their hands off each other for even five minutes. It was just a matter of when, and not if.

Asteria knew for a fact that the Hunters masturbated to Percy, and several had secret Percy porn stashes and merchandise. Including the Little Big Three, and her not so innocent Artemis.

She did not feel an ounce of pity for the other pigs. They would keep dreaming, only Percy would ever get to see, touch, feel or taste the real thing. The real treasure.

"...Asteria?" Percy's voice broke her out of her scheming.

"Huh?!" She looked up at the god gently smiling down at her.

"I asked," Percy began, speaking softly, "What do you want to say to me?"

She sucked in a sharp breath as her azure orbs gazed into his endless, swirling pools of dark sea green, shining with mirth. Seeing him having fun at her zoning out, she huffed childishly.

In response, Percy poked her arm, "Hey, I thought it was my job to be the childish one on this island." She could not prevent her lips tugging up in a bright smile at seeing his sincere expression.

"Well, Percy." She took a deep breath. "I want you to take my virginity. Right now."

"Hey, hey! Hold up, Madonna!" He raised his hands in a time out gesture, "Have you heard yourself?"

Asteria blushed, "Yeah, of course, but I'm serious about this."

"Asteria," Percy gripped her shoulders softly, making her look up at him, "Are you completely serious about this? If I take your virginity, you won't be allowed to leave... ever. You have to be by my side, and do whatever I tell you to do. Take some time to make your decision. You don't even know me properly yet."

She looked at him fiercely. "I've been watching you for years as Apollo, Percy. And I remember, and I love you. I want you to take my virginity. I have thought about giving myself up to you for years, and I would have, too, if you had swung this side. But now that I'm female, I won't allow anything to stand between us."

"And you aren't even in my harem, yet, Asteria. I don't want to-"

"Nothing will happen, Percy." She stood up on her tiptoes, pulling him down by his shirt, so that her face was mere inches away from his. "All of us agree that I'll join the harem tomorrow, and trust me, if you take my virginity now, all will be fine. Besides, Calypso, Aphrodite and Piper concur. They know about the fact that you'll be taking my virginity, and they don't seem bothered... well, a bit jealous, but otherwise, they are okay."

"Wait a minute! Who said that I'll be taking your virginity?"

She smirked mischievously, "I did."

And before he had time to react, she jumped up, wrapping her arms around his neck to drag him onto the bed, atop her. Her soft lips were pressed to his in a chaste kiss as she enjoyed the feeling of warmth that came from him being above her in bed.

Percy jerked back abruptly. "What are you doing?" He hissed, pinning the sun goddess to his bed to prevent her from pulling off anything like that again.

"Loving you." She continued smirking.

He just stared at her for a moment. "I'm sorry."

Asteria's mind blanked out for a moment, before the audible sound of her heart cracking in half rang out in her ears.

But it lasted only for a moment.

The next, Percy closed the gap between them, harshly kissing her soft, pink lips as he drew himself closer to her smaller body, possessively clutching her tightly as he ravaged her lips, forcing her head back with his eagerness and aggression. His lips moved in sync with hers as he guided her expertly, roughly establishing his dominance on her lips, which were sure to be bruised tomorrow.

Asteria liked to think that she was a well established, experienced kisser from millennia of sex and sexual intimacy. But, as usual, Percy continued to exceed all her expectations as he roughly claimed her lips as none had before, his tongue exploring her mouth, as if to stake claim to her body, learning every inch. She could only moan, submitting herself to the Dark god entirely as he expertly pleasured every sensitive spot that she could think of, and more, sending her into a delirious state as he continued to kiss her, guided by unbelievable instinct and practice.

She could not believe the familiar pressure building up in her core. Usually, when she had been a man, she had been able to last for at least ten minutes with the more experienced people, and here, this Dark god had managed to bring her close to orgasm only with a passionate, albeit god skilled, kiss.

She was left panting for breath, grinding her thighs to suppress her crippling arousal as he broke the kiss, smirking down at her. A thin trail of drool dribbled past her glistening, pink lips. Her blonde hair was spread in a golden halo around her head, spread across the white sheets as she melted into the unbelievably soft mattress, many times better than the one at her palace.

Obviously, it was helped by the Dark god making her feel toe-curling pleasure from his lips alone.

Percy trailed his lips along her jaw, leaving a burning trail of lust and inflamed skin in his wake, begging for his touch. Now that her mouth was free, Asteria tilted her head back, giving him more access to her neck and jaw as lewd, pleasured moans escaped from her mouth without restraint. Her skin burned, and she wanted more of it. Asteria ground her thighs together, this was the single best feeling she had ever felt, and they had never even proceeded to the main event yet.

Percy sucked on her smooth, chocolate skin, making lewd sounds as he kissed her skin, making her arch her back to get closer to him.

His hands restrained her limbs as he straddled her waist, not allowing her to move. His lips gently caressed her skin, making her moan and writhe in his arms as he pressed his soft, wet lips to her sensitive skin.

He sucked and licked along her skin, searching for particularly sensitive spots, which he hit expertly, one after the other. A glistening trail of purple hickeys erupted like blossoms in spring, in his wake, a shivering goddess squirming in his grasp.

Percy let his lips drag sensually along her creamy collar bones, before he nibbled along the exposed skin of her chest, her short tank top doing little to hide herself. He kissed along the top of her breasts, her smooth, tanned chocolate skin gaining a rosy tint in his wake as she jutted her chest up, closer to him, silently pleading him to do something. Asteria looked down at him with wide, innocent azure eyes, brimming with glistening tears at the sensual torture he was putting her through. Her swollen and bruised, glistening, pink lips trembled slightly in a silent request.

Percy smirked up at her, "You'll get what you want soon enough, goddess, if you're a good girl."

She whimpered, falling silent as he moved lower, skipping her breasts altogether. Percy slightly nibbled her navel piercing, before kissing her toned stomach. He lightly pecked her sexy, prominent hipbones, before again latching his lips onto her navel piercing. He sucked and licked it for a moment, before he dipped even lower, making Asteria moan in anticipation as he knelt between her legs.

But she was to be denied, as he latched onto the sensitive inside of her thigh. She screamed in pleasure as her legs clamped down around his head, trapping him in place as he continued his ministrations, hard at work to leave another hickey on her thigh. Her hands fisted his jet black hair, moaning wantonly as her legs trembled, and the blazing inferno of lust between her thighs grew ever larger.

Percy's lips kissed her sensitive, tanned skin, so close to her pussy that he could feel the heat emanating from her core. Her skin tasted delicious, like a faint summer apple, and he could not get enough of her chocolate smooth texture. He sucked on her thigh, his tongue swirling and lathering her skin with his warm saliva, as his teeth bit down gently on her soft body, sinking into her flesh, as he sucked. His sharp teeth grazed her skin, sending her nerves on fire and making toe-curling shudders and spine-tingling pleasure course through her being.

While his mouth was busy on the inside of her thighs, his hands were hard at work undressing her roughly, without another care. His strong palms massaged her slim waist, his nimble, experienced fingers running along the curves of her toned stomach and stroking her tanned skin, slipping under her tank top to teasingly touch and tickle the warm, soft underside of her oversized, divine tits.

Percy gave a short grunt into the inside of her thighs as he prepared himself for what was coming next.

With a ripping sound of tearing fabric, and a scream from the sun goddess, her tank top was shredded off her body, the remaining strips of fabric haphazardly dropped on the mattress.

Percy's eyes shined as he held himself above the panting goddess, committing every single detail of her bare upper half to his memory. Her slim arms were pinned beside her head by his larger paws, restraining her. Her massive milk jigs, beautiful enough to rival Aphrodite, jiggled as she panted, her large, erect nipples pink pebbles of flesh on the smooth, chocolate mounds of her breasts. Her tits were firm and round, without a trace of sag, hugging her chest tightly even without a bra.

Asteria bit her lower lip, eyeing him with a lustful expression, that hid the traces of nervousness shining in her bright azure eyes. Her pink lips curled up in a bright smile of their own accord, showing off her sparkling, perfect teeth as she playfully struggled in his iron grip. The only result?

Percy's eyes dropped to carefully examine her breasts as they swayed enticingly, side to side, the weight of her firm, milky flesh evident. Her waist and slim, toned stomach writhed along with her, showing off her natural flexibility as she moved like a snake, almost giving him an unwitting pole dance without the pole.

Percy's cock gave a twitch in his tight, restraining boxers.

"Stay like that, and don't move." He growled, making Asteria whimper and mewl at his commanding tone.

He waited for a moment, but when she did not respond, he barked out at her in his gruff, husky voice that inevitably made Annabeth dripping wet every time he used it. "How should you respond when I talk to you, slut?! Or do I have to spank some respect into you?"

The effect was magical, just the one he was waiting for. Asteria's eyes widened as she stuttered, clenching her thighs tightly and shrinking into the bed at his sharp, harsh gaze. A noticeable wet patch darkened her borrowed shorts.

"I'm sorry, master. Asteria will be a good girl, master, she promises." She looked up at him meekly, through bright, clear azure eyes, wide and shining with feigned innocence.

Percy grunted in acknowledgement, standing up, wiggling his waist as he slid his shorts off, letting them drop to the floor. His enchanted boxers followed suit, and his dark sea-green eyes flicked up to gauge Asteria's expression at seeing his cock for the first time.

And she did not disappoint.

Every inch of composure was lost as she propped her upper body up on her elbow, trying to get a better look at the monster swinging between his thighs. Her blue eyes were wide, and the haze of lust that clouded her senses cleared for a moment to give place to temporary shock as her mind tried to cope with what she was seeing. Her pink lips were parted as she panted in arousal, her breasts heaving as a slight, glistening trail of drool escaped her lips to drip down her chin, landing on the massive mountains of jiggling flesh on her chest.

She tried to sit up, and reached out for his cock with one trembling hand, her fried senses only registering the massive monster in front of her, but she was stopped.

"Slut! Get back on the bed!" Percy barked, making her jump and scramble back into her previous position, her body shaking with excitement.

"Master, are you going to take my virginity now?" She asked in an innocent voice, trying to drive him mad. It was clear that Percy loved it, with the way his cock gave a little twitch every time she looked at him like a little schoolgirl, or talked innocently.

Percy grinned at her, "You're going to have to wait a few minutes longer for that, my dear Asteria."

"Please, Master, you can do whatever you want to your little Asteria." She whimpered.

Percy pecked the glistening hickey he had left on her thigh, "Good girl. Now, let's get this off, shall we?"

He hooked his fingers into the waistband of her shorts, and pulled it roughly down, along with her panties, her slim legs offering no resistance as it was bunched around her ankles. She effortlessly kicked them off, feeling excited as she was hungrily devoured by her lover's wandering dark eyes. The cool air of the air-conditioned room made her sensitive, virgin pussy sting pleasurable, goosebumps running up her body as her warm juices leaking from her cunt, coated her glistening, slick thighs.

She eyed Percy, who was staring hard at her exposed pussy as if he wanted to memorize it. He knelt on the bed between her spread legs, the tip of his oversized monster cock resting on the soft mattress. His broad, muscular chest rose and fell as he panted, his chiselled, toned abs glistening with slight sweat. His long, raven locks shadowed his face, making him look every inch the enticing, sinful Dark god he was, as his dark sea-green eyes shined like emeralds from the shadows. His sharp jaw was shadowed by a slight, sexy stubble that made him look even hotter. His body was muscular, but lean, like a swimmer, with a broad chest and slim waist. His hands rested limply on his thighs.

Asteria had made up her mind long ago, years ago, in fact. He was hotter than the sun.

Percy grinned up at her, making her heart beat faster as his eyes took on a mischievous glint. He leaned down and pressed his lips softly to her pierced navel, making her shiver at the way he maintained eye contact with her.

Finally, he broke their visual connection as he glanced down at her enticing body, raising himself to plant kisses along her chest.

He teased her badly, always dancing around her heaving, needy tits as he kissed her skin, her slender arms and licked her cleavage. Occasionally, he sucked on the edge of her massive tits for a moment, before again moving on.

Needless to say, his strategy was working. Asteria was having the toughest time of her life trying to control herself as he teased her sensitive chest, the pressure in her hard nipples ever increasing by the minute.

Percy sucked on the side of her right boob for a moment, before he again moved off for another look at his handy work.

Asteria lay beneath him, every inch the picture of a fallen goddess, as she averted her clear azure eyes, clouded with a haze of wanton lust, from his dark green. Her swollen lips were parted, glistening with saliva as she panted for breath, her massive tits heaving, gently jiggling enticingly with every breath she took. Shiny blonde hair spread out in a beautiful, golden halo. A golden blush dusted her cheeks as she refused to meet his eyes.

Her chest, toned stomach and inner thighs were glistening with saliva, her tanned, chocolate skin interspersed with purple hickeys and love bites. The beautiful, firm globes of flesh on her chest were dotted with his purple bites, her sexy navel piercing shining as the light reflected off the metal. Her luscious, thick thighs ground together in a futile attempt to stave off her burning arousal, trying to hide her virgin core from his piercing gaze. Purple love bites peeked out from the insides of her clenched thighs.

Percy chuckled as he again moved lower to place himself between her thighs. He would not have taken Asteria to be the shy type in bed, despite all her courageous, bold claims at dinner.

"Are you ready, slut?" He called out gently, his soft voice contrasting his derogatory words.

Asteria bit her lip and nodded, "Yes, master."

Percy kissed the inside of her thigh again, right on top of the glistening love bite he had left. "Good girl."

His dark sea-green eyes flicked up to check her expression. Wide eyes, a nervous, yet excited look on her face. Good.

And he dove in for the feast, without further delay.

Percy did not waste any time playing around, deciding that he had teased her enough. He nuzzled her sopping wet, tight virgin cunt, his nose brushing her exposed clip as his tongue dove straight into her tight pussy.

The reaction was instantaneous. Asteria gave a loud scream as she involuntarily bucked her hips into his face, her back arching off the bed as she came undone. Her slender arms snaked down her toned, flat stomach to the mess of raven hair nestled between her thighs, to fist his silky, soft hair as she tried to make him go deeper, and bury his tongue deeper into her slit. Her long, slender legs wrapped around his head tightly to hold him in place, burying his face into her tight cunt.

Percy shuddered at the feeling- the slick wetness covering her thighs and his face, the delicious stream of feminine juices gushing in a lavish torrent of liquid arousal from her tight pussy, her musky scent on his mind.

He did not relent his ministrations, however, as he eagerly lapped up the constant stream of orgasmic juices from the goddess' first orgasm, nuzzling her pussy as he licked the length of her cunt, trying to clean her with his tongue, trying to get as much of her delicious nectar in his mouth as possible. His tongue dove into her spasming cunt, hitting all sorts of sensitive, pleasurable spots inside her. Her wet, velvet walls sucked his tongue in as it would his cock, and Percy obliged, diving in as much as he could go to eagerly explore her delicious virginity.

Asteria could only writhe in toe-curling, mind-numbing pleasure as her lover continued to vigorously eat her out, every touch serving to increase the raging inferno of wanton lust causing through her being, erupting fires on her skin that ached to be touched, to be kissed away by his soft lips. She tried to buck her hips to grind her crotch into his face, in an attempt to derive more pleasure from his teasingly slow movements, but in vain.

Percy's tongue worked hard as he munched on her tight gushing pussy, but his hands did not stay idle. His arms hooked around her thighs to hold her in place as he buried his face deep into her crotch, his palms massaging and teasing her perfect, jiggly bubble butt. His strong fists massaged and groped her ass without shame, massaging the delicious flesh, gripping so hard that her soft, creamy flesh spilt out between his strong, harsh fingers. His deft, experienced fingers ran along the length of her ass crack, gently probing and exploring her tight, pink asshole.

For her part, Asteria bit her lower lip in a futile attempt to stifle her moans as her lower half was ravaged by her eager, hungry lover, her skin and flesh on the most pleasurable of lustful fires she had ever felt. Her soft, creamy flesh yielded as he subjected them to cruel perversion, his hands harsh and unforgiving, leaving red marks on her smooth, chocolate skin. She moaned, and writhed in his arms as he continued to torture her deliciously, her body screaming for it to end, but never wanting the sea of orgasmic sensations she was in, to end.

She whimpered submissively, knowing that this was just the calm before the storm.

Her mind wandered back to the massive, monster cock she had seen just a few minutes before, twitching and throbbed with a mind, a separate life of its own. The rough veins and ridges that covered his entire length of an unbelievable, ungodly thirteen inches- his strong meat as hard as an iron pole, yet as soft as a gentle rose. His bulbous, purple cockhead that she could only ever hope to fit in her small mouth, leaking copious amounts of undoubtedly delicious precum that only hinted at his massive loads. Asteria's mouth watered, drool leaking from her lips as she gained a silly, blissful expression. His musky, masculine scent made her feel intoxicated and light-headed.

Almost like a switch had been flicked, she orgasmed again, calling out his name as her body writhed and thrashed, caught in the highest throes of toe-curling, orgasmic pleasure. For his part, Percy perfectly kept up with the torrential juices gushing from her slit, eagerly munching on her pussy and not letting a drop escape his lips as he sucked on her cunt.

When she had finally ridden through her orgasmic high, Percy moved higher, kissing her puffy, slick pussy lips, to the sensitive nub of flesh peeking from its hood. He captured it with his soft lips, gently sucking on her delicious, sensitive clit, her moans music to his ears as he continued with his sensual torture.

Holding her clit between his teeth, he lashed at it with his tongue, treating it like he would roughly treat her nipple. Juices continued to leak from her pussy, moistening his chin as he pressed closer to her, gently nibbling and kissing her sensitive clit as he sucked hard on it. She tasted slightly different than Hestia, with a much tangier undertaste, though Percy assumed it might have been because he had deprived her of her orgasm for so long.

"Per- Master, please. I can't take it any more. Please make it finish." Asteria whimpered and pleaded, writhing in his arms. She had thought that Percy would be one of those cliche, gentle lovers who knew nothing about sex, and only made slow love.

He had beautifully, cruelly, shattered that image. He was a hard-core dom, and this was only the beginning. A lot was to come- lots of ropes, handcuffs, clamps and paddles, dildos, vibrators, latex and other toys.

Percy again kissed up her body, travelling between her breasts, following his previous path, to torturously deprive her needy, heaving tits of his soothing touch.

"Are you sure, Asteria?" He whispered against her parted, swollen lips, when he was face to face with his blonde goddess.

"You just ate me out, Percy. Please, Master, your little slutty slave needs you inside her right now. Will you please reward her for obeying you?" She jutted out her lower lip innocently, her azure eyes shining innocently with fake tears. Her lower lip trembled.

Inwardly, she smirked victoriously, barely managing to hold in a moan as she felt his throbbing cock twitch against her wet, slick pussy at her words.

Percy smirked at her expression, gently pressing his lips to hers. "Who am I to deny my beautiful slave such a polite, honest request? How do you want it, slut?"

"Hard and fast, Master. Do whatever you want to your little, virgin slave." She bit her lower lip as her azure eyes watched him sit up between her legs. He somehow managed to make that simple movement look unbelievably graceful and sexy, his muscles flexing and diamond-hard, chiselled abs on full display as he knelt between her spread legs.

Damn him and his sexiness! Asteria cursed mentally, unable to tear her gaze away from his chiselled, smoking hot body, which made her sopping wet and needy. She hated feeling like a weak, slutty bitch in heat, but the feeling also excited her more than anything before, her pussy throbbing with anticipation.

Percy smiled as he watched her eye him, as she unconsciously spread her legs in a classic missionary style position to give him unrestricted access to her glistening pussy.

Percy obliged her, moving as close as possible, so that his cocktip brushed her pussy, enjoying the slight shiver she gave at the slight contact.

"Please, Master." She looked at him, pleading.

He smiled down at her, finally pressing his cock into her tight, unyielding virginity. Asteria moaned at the feeling, a completely alien sensation as her pussy was stretched to its very limit to accommodate the monstrous girth of his cock. Her pussy walls stretched around his hard, strong meat, which rammed into her with all the subtlety of a rampaging rhino. Copious amounts of her orgasmic juices which continued gushing out of her cunt acted as lube, while he pushed in, slightly struggling with his size and her unbelievable tightness. His warm precum covered, slick cocktip rubbed against her wet, sensitive inner walls, making Asteria moan and snap her hips upwards to get him deeper into her warm tightness.

Percy threw his head back, letting out an involuntary groan as he buried himself deeper into her wet warmth. He groaned, "Fuck, Asteria. You're too tight."

The sun goddess' face was as golden as her right blonde hair as she writhed under him. "You're too big." She stuttered out between moans and groans of pain and pleasure.

She could not tell for certain where the pleasure ended and the pain began. It felt like her nerves were on fire, as every sensation she felt moulded together to form a large amalgamation of toe-curling, orgasmic bliss. Her tight, virgin pussy was stretched taught, and she felt like she was about to pass out from the sensation, fearing that he would rip her apart at any moment. And he was not even halfway inside her.

Percy halted as his bulbous head pressed against her hymen, smirking down at the submissive goddess pinned beneath him. "Hey, goddess, are you ready?" He called out to make sure that she was indeed in the right state of mind, and knew what they were about to do.

Asteria smiled shakily at him. "I'm fine, Percy." Her voice wavered as she tried to form comprehensive thoughts, and audible words. "Hard and fast, please?"

Percy smiled gently at the obviously nervous goddess, pecking her lips as he prepared himself, tensing his thighs and hips to slam himself into her.

Asteria screamed as she arched her back in unbelievable pain that erupted in her crotch, mixing with pleasure to retreat an unidentifiable cocktail of pleasant sensations. She hated to admit that she orgasmed from the sheer pain that she was in, but Percy wouldn't let it go.

She felt his thick cock punch through her cervix, and right into her womb, till his bulbous, large cockhead, as large as her fist, nestled against the back of her womb. Her hips bucked and trembled as she orgasmed, squirming her juices out as her body twitched slightly. Her tight pussy walls spasmed and pulsed around his unyielding meat as she arched her back, moaning loudly as she orgasmed.

"Hmm... masochistic. I like it." He smirked down at her, feeling his crotch getting covered with her warm nectar. "Are you ready to be pounded, goddess?"

She mewled and purred in agreement, bucking her hips to get him deeper into her. "Yes, master."

Percy continued smirking devilishly, a look that made her clit tingle with excitement and arousal, before he pulled back his hips, almost torturously slow. Asteria whimpered submissively at his pace. His hard, roughly ridged cock rubbed sensually against her sensitive, wet inner walls, making her shiver and moan as he retreated, making her feel oddly empty and disappointed. Her entire being craved to be stuffed to the brim with his monster cock, again and again and again, to be roughly pounded by her Dark god the entire, long night.

Percy slammed back in roughly without any warning, making her scream again as her thighs trembled from the brutal penetration. Her eyes rolled back into her head as her arms gave way, and she crashed back to the soft bed in an undignified manner.

Asteria could only lie limp below him on the bed, as he subjected her to all sorts of cruel perversion, using her body as a toy, roughly treating and slapping her. The sting of his harsh palms, the bite of his teeth on her delicate, sensitive skin, the soreness of her abused pussy and clit, all merged together in a shapeless mass of pleasure, intoxicating, toe-curling pleasure that sent her into an almost catatonic state, her body twitching and trembling as she orgasmed repeatedly, coming helplessly as she squirted whatever fluids her immortal body could produce, around his cock. She had lost count of her orgasms a long time ago, and had given up trying to keep pace with the endless sea of heavenly sensations her female body was experiencing for the first time, just surfing her lustful highs, brought about by her virile, Dark lover.

She never wanted this night to end, and did not fear, at least for the time being. They had hours to spend together, and for Asteria, every second seemed an eternity. A long, pleasurable, orgasmic eternity.

Percy set up a ferocious pace as he pounded her into the soft mattress of the bed, his hips thundering against her crotch. He held her trembling thighs up, enjoying the small tremors that ran through her being every time he bottomed put inside her. His balls, heavy with potent, thick seed, slapped her ass, leaving red marks on her soft, delicate bubble butt that made it look like she had been spanked.

His cock continued moving in and out of the stretched cunt at an easy pace, aided by her slickness as she continued to squirt and orgasm, spasming around his cock, caught in the throes of orgasmic pleasure.

He briefly spied the obscene, cock-shaped bulge protruding from her otherwise toned stomach, showing off the size of his election as he continued moving inside her tiny cunt. He rammed into her, not caring for any obstructions provided by her cervix or womb, just trying to pleasure himself as much as he could with her tight, slick pussy. His hips slammed against her sensitive clit as he leaned over her, moving at a rapid pace.

The goddess spread out below him in classic missionary style was one of the most beautiful, radiant immortal he had ever seen, making him wonder how a Dark god like himself managed to land such a goddess. Her eyes were rolled back in her head, her hot, velvet tongue lolling out of her parted mouth as she panted in arousal, her massive breasts heaving and jiggling enticingly. A thin dribble of glistening saliva trailing down her smooth, tanned chocolate skin completed her fucked silly image.

He was jolted out of his thoughts by another, ear-splitting scream which made him wince, and question the strength of the room's soundproofing.

The missionary position did not allow him to go as deep as he would have liked, but still, it allowed him other pleasures.

Freeing her thighs, which fell limply to the soft mattress, Percy enclosed his right fist around her throat.

Asteria's eyes widened.

He smirked down at the shocked goddess as he tightened his grip, slightly choking her as his hips continued to thunder against her crotch, slamming into her womb with every deep thrust. High on lust, he brought up his other hand, to lightly slap her face, while his other hand continued to tighten around her throat, completely cutting off her air supply.

Asteria tried to moan in pain and pleasure as she felt the slight sting of his rough palm as it left her slightly inflamed cheek. Her hazy azure eyes fluttered nervously at him as she felt him continue to batter the deepest parts of her delicate womb with his rock hard cock. His hand around her throat cut off her air supply, making her choke as she was deprived of air. She knew that her face was turning gold with all the abuse he was putting her through, but she could not help the excited, aroused tingles that shot through her clit at his aggression and roughness.

When Percy felt like she was about to pass out, he relented his aggressive hold on her throat. Her face was golden, and there was a bruise on her neck, which Percy assumed was not going away anytime soon. He felt slightly bad and guilty when he saw the tear tracks running down her inflamed cheeks, but one glance at her hazy, lustful eyes and her aroused chewing on her lower lip gave it away. Still, he decided to play it safe, "Are you okay, Asteria?" His voice was soft, and he temporarily slowed his rough pace.

"Uh!" Her response was an impatient noise, and bucking her hips to make him move back up again. "Please master! Fuck me! Harder and faster, please! I want it rough!"

Percy could not stop the smirk from breaking out on his face as he resumed his almost frantic thrusting, trying to get himself off as soon as possible. Her tanned, brown thighs were glistening with sweat and her orgasmic fluids, golden as he slammed into her cunt repeatedly with violent force. He saw sure that she would be unable to walk the next few days. First his teasing, and now this.

Percy leaned down again, gently kissing her bruised throat, and making her shiver at the gentle gesture, which completely contrasted the violent force with which his cock slammed against the very back walls of her most sacred chamber.

Asteria was sure that after the dicking she was getting from this sinful, Dark god, she would be ruined for use for anyone less.

And she had no intention of finding out. This Dark god could make her feel things with his gaze alone- slight shivers and pleasant tingles through her body- that nobody could ever hope to match.

She moaned, wrapping her trembling arms around his head to try and silently beg him to continue kissing her neck and chest. His raven locks, slick with sweat, stuck to his tanned bronze skin. She arched her back, trying to give him more access to her sensitive tits, heaving with arousal and slick with sweat and saliva, covered with hickeys that he had left earlier.

Percy's lips trailed in a series of gentle kisses as he kissed along her cleavage, gently nibbling her collar bones. Then, for the first time that night, Percy placed two soft, chaste kisses on her two large, erect nipples, pecking them as softly, as lovingly, as he would kiss her. Of course, the violent pace of his hips thundering against hers, did not relent. It was almost like he had two different minds, as his hips slammed aggressively into her wet, ruined cunt, at a dizzy pace that made her scream and orgasm. At the same time, her upper body was being treated to a sea of gentle, soft loving sensations, soft touches and pleasant, slow kisses that made her shiver and moan.

And finally, the Dark god enclosed his soft, wet lips around her erect, sensitive nipple, sucking gently as his hand reached up to grope her other breast. His other hand snaked around to wrap around her waist and hold her as close to him as possible, as his mouth worked hard to elicit lewd moans and groans of pleasure from her. He sucked hard on her erect, sensitive nipple, swirling his tongue all around her pink areolas as his other hand traced teasingly slow circles around her other pebble of sensitive flesh.

His sharp teeth captured her sensitive flesh between them, tugging gently on her nipple as he lashed it roughly with his tongue. His other hand enclosed around her other one, sensually tugging and flicking her nipple, his rough, calloused hands massaging the soft, cloudy flesh of her heavenly pillows. His strong, cruel fingers curled around her nipple, tightly pinching and twisting her sensitive flesh as he bit down on her other breast.

Asteria cried put in painful pleasure, tears welling in her closed eyes as she arched her back, trying to relieve herself of all the beautiful, pleasurable sensations coursing through her sore, tired body. She was not sure if she could take any more of Percy's beautiful, gorgeous torture.

Asteria cried out in wanton lust, her toes curling as her thighs trapped Percy deep in her womb, her tight, slick pussy walls spasming and clenching around his cock for what seemed to be her hundredth orgasm that night. She remained in the orgasmic high for a couple of seconds, before falling limp on the bed, passed out.

"Huh?" Percy detached himself from her wet, glistening nipple, a thin trail of saliva connecting him to her erect nub of flesh.

He smirked as his dark sea-green eyes explored the gentle curves and contours of the beautiful, passed out sun goddess before him. He was known for putting girls in an orgasmic coma, and she seemed to be just another one of his (un)fortunate(?) victims. Her large breasts jiggled and bounced as she breathed deeply.

"Alright, slut, I have yet to come. The night will go on for as long as I can."

Which meant, he would be fucking her into the late hours of the morning.

Chapter 37: Hunting the Huntress: Part 1

Time: 2 Days Later

"Jackson."

Fuck.

"Yeah, Artemis?"

"What are you doing?" Percy sighed, not moving his eyes from the lazily moving clouds to take a proper look at the probably pissed off moon goddess.

"And what took you so long to come talk to me?" He knew he was just adding fuel to the inevitable fire, but he could not care less.

"Answer my question. What are you doing?" She hissed out the last part.

"I'm looking at the beautiful clouds. See?"

She gritted her teeth. "Don't play smart with me, Jackson. I know exactly what you are doing. You slept with my sister." She hissed at him, finally dropping to sit by his side.

The two of them were sitting at the edge of the dining room, from where it abruptly dropped off to the cleanly mown lawn. The open glass door allowed them access to the outside as Percy leaned against the dining table, stretching his legs out so that his bare feet could rub in the soft, green grass, cool and soothing to the soles of his feet.

"Well, you know the plan that Athena proposed. You supported it. Asteria came to me, and I complied with her wishes. It was her first time, and I won't sleep with her any more until... everyone has had their share."

Artemis gritted her teeth. "Shut up, Jackson."

"It's the truth." She just had to go and disturb his alone time, after not talking to him for the previous day. She had no idea how rare alone moments were, when you were the master of a harem of -now- twenty-five girls.

"So are you saying that if I want a fucking, I can just ask for it?!" Artemis hissed.

Percy smirked internally, managing to keep a cool face on the exterior. She had probably meant it in a bad sense, but she had no idea how correct she was. "Pretty much, yeah. Well, usually, you can have a date, too, but if you're that desperate....."

"I did not ask for your opinion." Artemis snarled from her position beside him.

Percy sighed. "Why are you being such a bitch, Artemis?"

"Why are you being such a dick? I have been waiting for ten months to spend some time with you, and my sister gets that on her first day here- heck, she got that on her first day as a female!" She ranted.

Percy sighed, looping his arm around her shoulder to draw her closer to him. "What's wrong, Artemis? You know you can tell me anything."

She protested weakly, but Percy's grip proved to be too strong for her to escape. Instead, she settled for her position uncomfortably close to him, practically touching their hips, as she glared up at him with bright silver eyes, resting her chin on his sternum.

"Don't you love me?" Her lip trembled.

Percy was quick to react. "Absolutely not, Artemis. I love my beautiful moon goddess."

"Sounds a bit corny, don't you think?"

"I am corny." Percy gave her a crooked smile, which made Artemis sigh at him. She could never stay angry at him for long. Instead, she settled for snuggling deeper into his chest.

"I love you, Percy." Her heart raced, thumping against her ribs as she anticipated his answer, her nerves making her jumpy as her ears strained to pick up the slightest sound.

"I love you, too, Artemis. I just couldn't ever find you alone, to spend time with you. You're always busy, either with your Hunters or on the moon chariot. You don't know how long I waited for this."

"Really?" She looked up at him with wide silver eyes, her gentle voice giddy.

"Yeah." Percy smiled softly down at her, "I couldn't just go up and kiss you randomly, could I? Even though I have known you intimately for... like four years now, I was with Annabeth for most of that. And now... I am still learning how to handle twenty-five girls, Artemis. I don't want anyone to be sad, or feel unwanted, jealous or alienated. It's just... difficult sometimes, to take time out for everybody, and I often don't have anything for myself."

He quickly hastened to correct himself, "I mean, I love spending time with you all, but you know, sometimes, I just want to fight, to hunt with you, like old times, to train, to spar with someone."

She laid a hand on his shoulder gently, breaking him out of his thoughts. "I understand, Percy." Her lips curled up in a smile, though she felt slightly hollow inside.

Percy didn't want her around, right then.

She immediately chastised herself. Of course, he didn't want her around. He was tired, drained out physically and emotionally most of the time. She could not be so self-absorbed to ignore his interests. He had said that he loved her, the very words she had wanted to hear for so long, so, why did she feel like that?

She made a move to leave, but was stopped, as she was hugged tighter by her Dark god.

"Percy?" She questioned softly.

"Stay? Please?"

"I'll do whatever you want me to do, Percy." And she retook her spot on his lap, snuggling deeper into his chest. You couldn't find her complaining.

A small smile crept upon Artemis' face as she felt herself being hugged tightly by strong arms, enjoying the warmth and feeling of protection that Percy exuded.

The immortal son of Poseidon sighed as he enjoyed Artemis' warmth, her shorter frame fitting perfectly into his superior body. Her soft auburn hair tickled his stubbly chin, and her soft muscles cushioned his body. Today, he was wearing a newly released Sabaton 'Defense of Moscow' sleeveless vest, with black shorts.

His dark, sea-green eyes, examined the sky.

The day was, in a word, lazy. It sapped all energy from his bones, making his eyelids heavy and instilling frequent yawns as he craved the soft warmth of his bed.

The sky was overcast with dark clouds which foretold rain, another one of the frequent thunderstorms that plagued the tropical island of Ogygia, but were really blessings in disguise. There was no wind, surprisingly, considering they were right next to the beach, but the air remained cool, nonetheless. A slight lull dampened the calm air, which was cooler than most of the days there. Despite the calm atmosphere, the tall palm trees that lined the beach and dotted the swimming pool, swayed slightly, their fresh, emerald leaves rustling in the non-existent breeze. The invigorating smell of fresh earth hung heavy in the air, refreshing mind and body. The entire world was a splash of bright colours on a grey canvas, as Asteria's chariot hid behind countless, grey clouds, which swirled in the sky, rumbling with the occasional thunder.

Days like these were the ones that Percy liked best, partly because they offered him an excuse to stay in bed the whole day, and partly because... well, he liked them. The entire day would be calm and cool, with slight drizzles throughout the day, or a few heavy showers.

"I don't want to be lazy any more!" Percy announced loudly, making Artemis jump and look around him in surprise. He effortlessly stood up, carrying the small goddess as she weighed as much as a feather, making her yelp as she clung tightly to his vest, almost curling up into a frightened ball in his arms.

"Set me down, Percy!" She squealed, sighing when the Dark god gently set her on her feet.

"What was that?" She demanded.

"I want to play football! Or basketball! Or go for a swim!" He jumped about with childish energy, acting like a five-year-old high on sugar.

"And what's stopping you?"

"I don't want to be alone! Play with me, Artemis!"

Her face turned gold at his words, as her perverted mind, locked away for four millennia, jumped to a conclusion.

Percy stared at her blankly. "Mind out of the gutter, Artemis."

She blushed a brighter shade of gold as she was called out.

"What do you want to do? Choose quick, I can't wait!"

She pondered over her decision for a moment, before making up her mind. "Alright, Percy. We will play a game. Simple game, hide and seek. You'll seek me before the sun goes down, the entire forest is the playing field."

"Huh?" He stopped in his tracks, in the middle of dancing around her in circles. "Hide and seek?" He repeated, apparently not being able to wrap his mind around the idea.

"This way, you'll get your sport, and will be able to hunt me. I will be able to prove that I'm much better in the jungle than you. So, it's a win-win situation."

"And whoever loses, has to do any one thing that the winner wants."

Artemis halted for a moment, "Alright, but flashing is out."

"Alright, flashing is out." Percy agreed, knowing that he was willingly stepping into a trap. Artemis could use her powers in the jungle, but he could not.... after all, just turning the entire island into a lifeless desert wasn't an option.

Didn't matter, Percy had better options up his sleeve.

"Count till five hundred, Jackson," Artemis ordered, before turning and sprinting into the dense rainforest.

"Counting till five hundred is boring." Percy spoke to himself, "I'm gonna go and play a round of COD.... now, Black Ops, or Modern Warfare?"

An hour later, Percy stepped into the forest, knowing that he had 'only' seven or eight hours until darkness fell to find Artemis in her own element, otherwise he would lose. Didn't matter, he would need only thirty minutes to catch her, and that is, if he was having a really unlucky day. Well, at least more unlucky than that one day when he was playing a ranked match online, and was knocked out when his opponent was at only 4% health.

He smirked as he stepped into the dense rainforest, his thickly padded jogging shoes making no noise against the forest floor.

For the first time in his life, Percy acknowledged how loud the forest was, now that he was in it alone, without his earphones blasting heavy metal, or anyone accompanying him. He had to find Artemis, and fast.

But it was immensely difficult in the dark jungle, where no ray of light penetrated through the thick canopy. On top of that, the day was dark and cloudy.

Percy stumbled through the overgrown forest floor, trying to weave through rows of shrubs, herbs and vines that crisscrossed the soft, loose soil. Small spots of light danced on the entire world as the thick layer of leaves rustled and moved in the quiet breeze.

He cursed himself for not bringing a torch, at least. This was as bad as night. He felt his irritation peaked as he kicked a thick tree trunk, making it groan and tilt threateningly, with a gaping crater in its trunk spewing dry sand.

Percy yelped as he jumped back, having unwittingly activated his Dark powers to destroy the tree trunk. He yelped again, and jumped around as he felt his feet sinking into the ground, all the soil turning into fine, dry sand as creepers, leaves and shrubs turned to lifeless sand under his destroying, Dark feet.

"Careful there, Jackson. Don't want you turning the entire forest into sand!" Artemis' voice wafted in from seemingly nowhere, making Percy smirk. Alright, he had lost control, but there was a lot where that came from. He checked the internal clock which he possessed, thanks to his domain of night.

It did not tell him the exact time, but it did tell him that he had around seven hours and fifty-five minutes till sundown.

And he took off sprinting at full speed towards the direction from which Artemis' voice seem to come, channelling just enough of his Dark power into his feet to clear away all the underbrush impeding his speed.

The Dark god arrived at a clearing, and looked around. The light made it hard to see, and the sounds of the forest were too loud for him to discern anything else. Loud birds chirped in the trees, perched on branches as they stared down at him with beady black eyes. Crickets chirped from somewhere and the earth beneath his feet was alive, teeming with insects and creepy crawlies. He heard something crunch against the dry leaves on the forest floor, but he could not discern what.

All the trees looked identical to him, tall, with broad trunks and leafy arms that swayed and rustled. Artemis, or her Hunters could identify trees with some uncanny sense of direction, but Percy, who relied on marking their trunks with something so that he could navigate his way through of a forest..... And Annabeth was hopeless at that. She had the worse sense of direction in a forest, than anyone Percy had ever seen.

She always got flustered whenever he called her out on it, and looked so cute.... Hmm.... Thalia also looked cute whenever she got flustered...

Percy smacked himself, trying to pay attention. An idea formed in his mind. "Okay, Artemis, I give up."

There was no response.

Damn. His lip twitched in a barely noticeable smile, as he recognized her seeing through his trick. He had to come up with better ideas.

He closed his eyes, sighing as he spread out his power, trying to locate her through their harem bond..... but only a vague fuzz came up. She was too near her fellow sisters to be closely identifiable.

He was really in a pickle now.

What to do... what to do?

His dark, sea-green eyes wandered to the dark forest that lay beyond him, and his lips twitched up in another smile as a second, better idea came into his mind.

Percy was not sure if he could pull it off, but he would try, anyway. Twenty minutes had passed, and he still had ten minutes till his self imposed deadline, and then, seven hours and thirty minutes more to catch her.

Percy knew that as a demigod, he would never have been able to catch her, even if he had the entire day to find her.

But now, he was a God.

Artemis watched from her spot on a tree, as Percy disappeared back into the darkness of the jungle, sprinting again. She let out a breath that she did not know she had been holding, as she stared back at the spot where he had been just a moment before.

A shiver ran up her spine as she envisioned all the things that Percy would order her to do if he won, and she bit her lip.

Sometimes, she really hated her perverted side.... the same side that Apollo, or Asteria, had embraced wholeheartedly.

But at the moment, as she relaxed on her makeshift platform at the topmost levels of the canopy, she could not but feel thankful for that side. She had a lot of time to kill.

Artemis sighed as she worked herself out of her shorts, and sat in her panties on the wooden platform. She chewed on her lower lip as she spied the wet patch darkening the silvery-white fabric, before deciding, fuck it.

Her hands crept to her sensitive areas, knowledgeable through four years of experience. Artemis blushed slightly as she remembered all those times she held a shouted conversation with Percy in the neighbouring tent, as she fingered herself to her Percy Jackson merchandise.

She had to thank the daughters of Aphrodite at camp for selling those nudes of the son of Poseidon. Of course, she had seized their entire stock, and wiped their memory, before running back excitedly to her Cabin.

A slight moan escaped her lips as she touched her sensitive, wet pussy through the fabric, her other hand snaking under her shirt to grope her massive tits. She flicked her erect nipple, moaning as she arched her back, thankful for her lazy morning decision not to wear a bra.

Her silver eyes widened as she snapped her mouth shut, her breath hitching as she froze in her compromising position. She stopped, her hand dipping under her panties, as she stared at Percy, who had reappeared in the middle of the clearing.

He was acting weird. Instead of searching through all the trees, he was staring hard at the invisible sky, resting his hands on his hips in a threatening manner.

She waited for a minute, all her muscles tense, as she watched Percy's erratic movements with bated breath.

She let out a soft, almost inaudible sigh of relief when he walked off further into the forest, leaving her alone.

"Having fun, Arty?" A voice whispered in her ear, and Artemis almost had a heart attack as her frightened silver eyes met dark sea green. A cocky smirk graced Percy's face as he stared at her form approvingly, as if she had just passed a test. His slightly sweaty scent made her feel light-headed.

And so, Artemis did the only thing anyone in her position would have done. She screamed, and jumped. Right off the platform at least fifty feet in the air.

The moon goddess fell screaming through the thick branches and trees, not hurt so far, as the trees of the jungle could never hurt her. But what she feared, was turning into a pancake as soon as she hit the ground.

Artemis squeezed her eyes shut in fear.

The next thing she knew, there was a grunt, and she was held in a tight hug by a strong pair of arms.

Her frightened silver eyes searched for her saviour's, meeting dark sea green.

"Percy.... but you were just-" She pointed up at the platform, her frightened, racing mind not coming to the conclusion that he could have just flashed.

But Percy did, in fact, not flash down to the ground. That was for noobs.

He was... a pro. A pro that played the game so well, that people called him a hacker.

He had just managed to shadow travel down to the ground. What could he say? The dark, shadowy forest which was perennially plunged in black night, provided a treasure trove of opportunities for him to practice his skill.

He had managed to shadow travel at mind boggling speeds to get down to her, something which even Nico would be proud of. And he did not feel a tad bit exhausted.

"Percy.... am I going crazy?"

"Why do you think so, Artemis?"

"Because I think you just shadow travelled."

Percy smirked, a slightly sinister twitch of his delicious looking lips, that made Artemis feel uncomfortable, but yet, strangely excited. "That's because I did just shadow travel."

"Huh?"

He smiled, and waved his hand around.

And as Artemis watched, shadows crept up to her, writhing and twisting like snakes, alive snakes that twisted and thrashed at Percy's unspoken command. An army of shadow tendrils, bound to Percy's whims and wishes. "Did you forget that I'm the God of Darkness?"

Artemis gulped.

Chapter 38: Hunting the Huntress: Part 2

Time: Same Time

Artemis chuckled nervously at her position. Half naked in front of a her crush. Not only that, she was helplessly pinned to the tree as Percy gazed at her lustfully, the shadow tendrils he had summoned crawling up the tree trunk to touch her bare, pale skin like invasive predators controlled by a hot, Dark mastermind. The cool tendrils curled against her feet, slightly tickling her sensitive skin with gentle, fleeting touches and soft massages. Artemis ground her teeth, shaking her head to tear herself away from the pleasurable sensations Percy's divine powers could bring her, his warm skin pressed against his, or the feeling of his diamond hard muscles.

She gulped. "Percy, what is this?"

She looked around, her silver eyes wide with slight fear.

Percy smiled gently down at her, holding her tightly in his protective arms. "Don't worry, Artemis. I'm here."

As if that would solve everything. Well, if Artemis had any say in the matter, then it would probably solve everything.

She ignored the warm, tingly feeling running up her spine, or the rapid beating of her heart to favour staring into her lover's dark sea green eyes, swirling equal parts with emotion and hunger. She ignored the wanton pride she felt, knowing that she could make him look at her that way.

"They are all under my complete control, Artemis. It's sort of like how Hades does it, or how Nyx does it." He explained softly, his rough fingers gently caressing her soft, smooth skin. Percy sighed, "Artemis, do you trust me?"

She nodded frantically, afraid that he would leave her, or mistake her emotions as something else. Repulsion, for example.

Artemis had enough experience with Percy's inferiority complex, a fruit of years of abuse as a child.

"And you want to be fucked?"

The moon goddess blushed, and stammered, all her previous thoughts evaporating at his blunt words, "It could have been worded a bit better, but yeah."

"Great." The shadows closed in around the goddess, cold, smooth and dark, reflecting Percy's normally cool facade, but contrasting the warm feeling in his stomach, or the burning hunger he felt at her sight. "And do you have anything against my powers as a Dark god?"

"N-no. But-"

"No buts. You want to sleep with Percy, yes? And this, this.... tentacles," Percy's smirk told her that she was missing something there, "Are part of me. The same son of Poseidon, the Dark god, etc."

"It looks like Venom. This is all very confusing- I-"

She was cut off.

"Artemis, relax." Percy soothed. "You have wanted this, and I am giving it to you. Trust me, it will feel good after some time... like really good."

"Percy-"

He sighed. "Alright, if you want, I can despawn them."

"What?"

"I just wanted to watch you lose your innocence and get all tied up so bad."

"Percy-"

"Don't think of them like living things. They are just shadows! It's like Demeter's vines... hmm, they would make good BDSM implements, I wonder if she is into such stuff."

"Percy will you just stop for a moment and listen?!" Artemis shouted at him, frustrated, but he was off on a tangent. She gritted her teeth at being ignored, the ugly feeling in her chest rearing it's head again as he talked about her fellow goddess' sexual preferences.

"It's like having my own private sex toy that nobody else has access to. That's pretty convenient, I hae to say."

"Are you done?"

He glanced down at the goddess. "Yes, I am done... for now."

He could not help but appreciate Artemis' beauty. Especially when she had minimal clothes on.

Her soft, gentle face looked cute, torn between fear and anger, as her eyebrows furrowed in an adorable frown. Her lush auburn hair was done in a messy ponytail, a fiery red mane of silky softness around her head like a divine halo marking her like the goddess she was. She sucked her bottom lip between her teeth, like she did whenever she was angry or dissatisfied with something. Her plump pink lips looked, in a word, perfectly kissable. Her silver eyes swirled darkly with a mixture of identifiable emotions, confusion, nervousness and indecision chief among them. Her smooth, soft cheeks were tinged golden.

Percy's eyes wandered down her slender neck, following her smooth, creamy collarbones as his eyes dipped to peek beneath her shirt at her creamy cleavage. Her pale ivory skin glowed slightly with life and health. She was wearing just a small tank top, which allowed him to sneak a peek at her toned, yet curvy, stomach, cute belly button and the prominent hipbones of wide, childbearing hips. Her chest was the most prominent feature that caught his attention, though. The only word that could do her plentiful assets justice was 'perfect'. They stretched the fabric of her top, showing off her perfect, B- cup -almost C- breasts, similar to Thalia's, tits that could only belong on goddesses like her. Large, undoubtedly delicious, erect nipples poked through the thin fabric, showing her lack of a bra. Despite her size and consequent weight, her tits sat firm and round on her chest, with absolutely no bit of sag, jiggling and bouncing enticingly with every breath that she took.

Her slender arms, slightly muscled through decades of hunting, struggled futilely against his firm grip as he pinned her against the tree she had been perched on not so long ago.

Despite all that, her long, slender legs were wrapped around his waist, drawing him closer to her as she involuntarily moved her hips to grind her wet cunt against him. Artemis panties barely did anything to conceal her modesty in her erotic, eighteen-year-old body. The silvery-white piece of fabric was lost between her soft thighs, the equally soft, firm flesh of her large bubble butt stretching it so tight that it slightly dug into her cloudy flesh. The fabric around her cunt, the only barrier separating her virginity from the lust-inducing, Dark predator in front of her, was rapidly moistening to show off her lust, almost turning see-through with the amount of feminine liquids she was gushing.

Artemis blushed when she saw Percy carefully observe her pink pussy through the almost transparent fabric of her panties, feeling the tight fabric rub against her exposed clit, the moist cloth hugging her tight, sensitive pussy. She had even started shaving herself completely clean a couple of years ago, hoping to be fully prepared for this day!

So, why was she chickening out now?

Artemis took a deep, shuddering breath, preparing herself for what was about to come. She felt goosebumps travel up her smooth skin, shivering slightly as she felt Percy's warm breath on her flushed skin. The cool air of the forest stung her skin, the moist, rough bark of the tree she was pressed against digging into her back.

She felt his swirling, powerful and aggressive, sea-green eyes staring at her, darkening rapidly with lust that raged like a storm, promising to ravage her and leave a dirty, blubbering, cumstuffed mess in its wake.

A small, devilish smirk played on Percy's lips, making all sorts of pleasurable tingles to go through her clit. Her wet panties were pressed against Percy's smooth, warm skin...

And for the first time, Artemis was touched by his shadows, which took her gently from his arms. She could only watch helplessly as they moved her like she was a weak, needy doll, their smooth, cool tendrils massaging and pressing all sorts of sensitive points, relaxing her muscles with skill she did not know he possessed, skeptical that he could control those shadows so intricately so as to pleasure her that well.

"So, Huntress...." His voice was soft, and Artemis could barely make out his words over her heavy breathing and racing heart, making her feel thankful for the forest's eerie silence.

"Should we continue the hunt?" He moved in closer, as she was held captive. Suddenly, Artemis couldn't help but feel exposed, as her thighs were spread by surprisingly strong tendrils, displaying her soaked through, almost transparent panties. Her face had taken a permanent gold hue, and her struggling bore no fruits as she was clutched tightly in the firm wraps of his unparalleled power.

Artemis still had trouble wrapping her head around the entire idea that Percy could control so many shadow tendrils so finely, with such finesse that even Hades would be envious of. Okay, maybe not Hades, but any of the minor gods who had been practicing for millennia, as compared to this Dark god, who had been immortal for barely two months.

His subtle suggestions had sent the perverted part of her mind into overdrive as she came up with scenarios, each better than the last. She could feel a hungry warmth spread from her wet core, she craved touch, and touch he would give.

She shook her head to clear her thoughts, making her auburn curls bounce. Percy felt himself smirk at the action, it seemed that she was still in denial about the fact that she was half-naked and hopelessly aroused, just minutes away from being pounded into oblivion, restrained as she was held firmly against his chest.

"But you have been caught. So you need to pay a price to be set free again."

Artemis' breath hitched at his words as her futile struggling dropped. What price was he talking about? Would he take her virginity?

She cursed the sudden, lustful throbbing of her needy cunt, or the rapid gush of juices from her wet pussy.

Percy pressed his lips softly to hers, making Artemis melt as she attempted to kiss back weakly, cursing the hormones coursing through her bloodstream. His lips moulded to hers as he leaned down, kissing her soft, full pink lips gently, exuding warmth and protection, and making all of Artemis' fears melt away.

Apparently, Artemis' melting point was Percy Jackson degrees Celsius.

He broke away, staring at her with those endless sea-green pools that always made her stumble over her words. Her thought processes halted as his sharp gaze seemed to pierce her very soul, and his beautiful, dangerous eyes were the only things that she could think of, making her body tremble at the way the shadows crawled across his face, at the way his rough, angry scars peeked out from beneath his sleeveless t-shirt.

It took her some time, and several repetitions, to full, comprehend Percy's words.

She nodded, shooting him a weak smile that trembled, as she tried to ignore the alien, needy throbbing in her cunt. "Don't worry, Percy. I'll tell you whenever I feel uncomfortable with the situation. I can always flash out." She comforted him, wondering what he was going to pull next.

It turned out, her panties were the thing that he wanted to pull next.

"Percy!" She squealed as golden, immortal ichor rushed to her hot face, thrashing around in the iron grip of the tendrils restraining her. His fingers slipped beneath her panties, curling and tugging at her waistline, trying to work her underwear off.

It was slightly tough with it sticking to her skin with all the juices she was gushing, but he managed, nevertheless, to bring it down to her ankles, before he pocketed Artemis' soaked panties. With a silly grin on his face like a child that had just discovered something, he moved between her long, slender legs, holding them apart so that he could enjoy an unobstructed view of her millennia-old, undoubtedly unbelievably tight, virgin pussy.

He saw Artemis' face heat up even further to unbelievable proportions that made him think she was turning from gold to white from the heat, as he involuntarily wolf-whistled at her tight, glistening pink pussy.

His mind had trouble comprehending the fact that he was the first living being that had seen Artemis' pussy so close up. His fingers twitched for his camera so that he could capture Artemis' tight virgin pussy, glistening with her hot nectar, a pink, forbidden fruit that he would be the first, and the only, person to ever taste. He wanted to take a picture of her glistening cunt before he went ahead and claimed her, ruining her tightness with the magical bitch breaker he had. He wanted to capture Artemis' lewd expression in a high-quality photograph, held up by one of the other bodies, chewing on her lower lip as she avoided looking at him with half-lidded silver eyes clouded with lust. A permanent golden blush dusting her cheeks marked her embarrassment.

"Wh-what are you doing?" She stuttered, the blush refusing to leave her face as she struggled futile against the iron grip of the Dark god holding her. She felt exposed, vulnerable, and weak, with only a thin tank top on her person, and a smoking hot god gazing at her with dark, lustful intentions, barely inches away from her exposed pussy.

Normally, she would have killed him, and sentenced him to a fate worse than the Void, but it was Percy, after all, she reassured herself.....

His reassuring presence washed over her being, temporarily putting her off guard as her mind involuntarily wandered to all the pleasurable sensations she was feeling, the exciting tingles in her clit that she felt from being watched by his dark eyes, the cool air of the forest against her moist nether regions, the warmth emanating from Percy standing between her legs, the gentle, cool touch of the shadows holding her up. His hands were smooth, yet rough and hard against the soft flesh of her supple thighs.

And the very next moment, she regretted dropping her guard, as she was unceremoniously dropped on the soft, moist forest floor. "Fuck, what was that for, Jackson?!"

She sounded angry as she glared up at him, who just smirked devilishly in response, winking at her, which again sent blood rushing to her face. Whatever effect her glare might have had in her mostly naked state, was ruined as she struggled to stand on trembling legs.

"Now, Huntress. You start running again. Get back to the house, and you win. I catch you in the forest, I win." He stopped for a moment, before laughing loudly. "It doesn't matter really. If you win, you are getting fucked on my bed, if you lose, you are getting fucked against a tree."

"I'm supposed to get to the house like this?!" She gestured angrily to her naked state, save for the tank top covering her massive, braless breasts.

He raised an eyebrow at the fact that she had totally forgotten about her immortal powers, before shrugging. "If you want to lose your virginity on a dirty forest floor, then don't."

Artemis fell silent as she contemplated her options, her silver eyes darting nervously from the Dark god casually leaning against a tree and playing with her wet panties, to the mansion's general direction.

The moon goddess did the only sensible thing anyone in her potion would do. She turned around, and ran, cursing herself for choosing a spot so deep inside the forest.

She heard Percy laughing at her, but could not think much of it, as his mocking laughter echoed and reverberated. She had never felt more humiliated in her life as she stumbled half-naked through the tropical forest of Ogygia, ashamed and cursing herself for feeling aroused at her situation.

She could not help it- the addictive tingles that went through her clit like pleasurable electric shocks, making her crave for more. The involuntarily bucking of her hips, exposing herself more to the accursed Dark god. The butterflies in her stomach at how he had taken control of the situation, and ruthlessly, mercilessly, crushed her. The aroused crinkling of her erect, dark rosy nipples every time he would laugh. The nervous biting of her lips every time she did something, fearing that she would disappoint him.

Percy was never angry at those he loved. And he was rarely disappointed. But when he was, his gaze told her everything she needed to know, and Artemis would involuntarily want to go and die in a hole somewhere in the middle of Mexico.

He was that potent. He never expressed his emotions openly in words, instead attracting their attention to silly things like video games or his goofiness, but his gaze remained a doorway to his heart.

And that very gaze was dark with lust and barely restrained sadistic desires, and, even more terrifying, aimed at her.

Artemis cursed her lack of proper footwear, as she sprinted barefoot through the hard to navigate, dense forest. Her sense of direction was completely thrown off by her turbulent emotions, and she felt annoyed at the persistent throbbing of a severe case of pre- blue clit if she did not get off soon. Her thighs trembled and her knees were weak, threatening to give with every step she took.

She cursed her lack of a tight bra, as her tits jiggled and bounced madly as she sprinted, hindering her progress. She was just thankful that Percy was the only male on the island.

Nevertheless, she was sure that he was enjoying the involuntary show she was treating him to. Not that she had any choice, of course.

A traitorous part of her mind reminded her that she did have a choice. Percy had told her that she could give up whenever she wanted to, and he would not judge her. That she could just flash away from the jungle, and back into her room.

Dirt stuck to her ass, thighs and palms, cool and moist, from when she was dropped on her ass, but Artemis could not care less.

She saw dark shadows, long, tall and imposing, flitting through the dark trees, long, bestial shadows of long-extinct predators, worse than any monster Tartarus could provide, hunting for helpless prey. Wolflike howls tore through the air, sending shivers up her spine. Predatory growls came from seemingly nowhere, echoes of mocking laughter reverberated through the air to create a deafening cacophony. She could no longer identify what was original, and what was an echo.

Were that symptoms of severe blue clit setting in?

The aura that hung thick in the forest was oppressive, always keeping her on edge, moving constantly as she felt like there were eyes in every shadow, watching her every movement, following her like a long-awaited chapter that the stupid, lazy author was too late to deliver.

It was, in a word, Dark.

Despite how smoking hot Percy was, and goofy and funny and caring, and all that, he was still a Dark god. The shadows that fell across his face had the dangerous ability to incapacitate any girl with a small, disarming smile.

Artemis remembered that despite everything, Percy was still a Dark god. The painful throbbing in her clit was a constant reminder of his cruelty. The fear in her heart, as she stumbled and searched through the forest, was a reminder of his unforgiving sadism.

He was cruel and sadistic, but still, Artemis could not help but feel like she rightfully belonged to him. Nobody could make her feel like he did- she laughed openly as she basked in the comfort he exuded, and in the next moment, something would happen, and she was on edge as he gazed around.

Some people..... are very good at masking their true selves. She remembered Calypso saying, that Percy always hid himself.

It didn't matter to Artemis. She loved him, no matter what he did, she knew that she would always be his, she would always love him, did not matter if he was suicidal, insane, or loving.

Why was she thinking of all this now?

Artemis did not know.

Percy was more beast than man right then as he hunted her, the helpless moon goddess sprinting naked through the forest on weak, trembling legs.

He was the devil.

But the devil did not come with horns and hooves. He came as everything you had ever wanted and longed for.

Artemis laughed at her thoughts, before concentrating on the situation at hand. The gravity of the situation could not be dismissed just like that.

She hesitated, relenting her breakneck speed for just a moment, feeling the relentless burn in her naked crotch assaulted by the chilly air.

Should she climb a tree?

She immediately dismissed the idea. Percy had found her once, he would find her again.

She had to get back to the house as soon as possible.

And Artemis took off again, her legs straining, as her thighs started to cramp. But she did not relent. Her chest heaved from her heavy, laboured breaths, but she had had much worse than this.

Her hunter was much worse.

She had a fairly effective strategy. Percy had left a trail of sand in his wake, clearing all undergrowth and leaving a clear direction for her to move along. It was no paved road, but it was all she could ask for.

Artemis felt a victorious smirk curl up on her lips as she caught sight of the approaching light through the gaps in the trees, the darkness of the forest melting away to reveal the light of day, and with it, hopes of escape.

She was not called the much-feared, Artemis the man-hater, for nothing. Percy would have to try harder than that if he wanted to fuck her. She wouldn't give up without a fight.

And then, she had a real taste of Percy's cruelty.

She had almost reached the pool, she could almost taste freedom on her lips. Her silver eyes saw the calm glistening pool, and the distant house, its glass windows and door glinting. The sky was still grey and cloudy.

Artemis did not care for her sweaty, naked, dishevelled appearance then. She was free!

Before she promptly slammed into what seemed like a solid wall.

Percy did not even flinch as the moon goddess slammed into him at full speed. His expression did not change from the smug smirk twisting his features, as he looked down at the prostrate goddess sprawled on the ground, looking up at him with fear in her wide, maddeningly innocent silver eyes that made him growl animalistically.

Several thoughts flooded his mind, emerging from the shadows of his insanity, all laughing and mocking her.

Having to put visible effort into suppressing them, Percy found himself clapping slowly. "Artemis, Artemis. So close to freedom, yet so far." He laughed, before whispering to himself, "Damn, I'm really getting into this villain character."

He shook his head to clear his thoughts, before kneeling down by her head. "You gave me the best show I've had in years, and all you did was sprint for your life half-naked. Damn, you're sexy, Artemis."

She felt oddly happy at the compliment, as he patted her cheek gently. "It would have been even better if...."

He shook his head as a small smile played upon his lips. "Now, should we get into the main event?"

Artemis gulped nervously in response, making no attempt to move from her spot on the bare ground. The cool earth comforted her, sticking to the bare skin of her ass and legs. Her feet were caked in it, and as she dropped her head to the ground, she was sure that there was mud in her lush, auburn hair.

"Are you alright, Artemis? That was some good running you did there.... I'm sorry. I should have known better. I just got so caught up..... I forgot that you were not Annabeth. Damn..... fuck, Artemis, if you want to leave, you can do so now. We can do anything you like. I'll even wipe this memory from my mind. Do you want this.... or do you want us to make love? I'm fine with anything." Percy lied. In truth, if she did choose to have slow, vanilla sex, he would die inside.

He felt himself wilting at her annoyed expression.

First of all, Artemis HATED being compared to Annabeth. She was better in every way, and she would prove it.

"Percy," her voice was soft, though it held a commanding edge, "I don't mind. I lost, so you have the right to do whatever you want to my body. So, let your imagination run wild."

His ears perked up at her words, as a small smile appeared on his face. "Artemis, you don't need to do this just because you lost."

"Fuck me, Percy." She ignored his words, instead opting to fix him with a hot, sultry stare as she spread herself lavishly on the forest floor, as if the dirt and moss-covered soil were the soft, expensive velvet and silk sheets of her bedroom.

He grinned as his eyes involuntarily dropped to stare at her juicy, glistening pink cunt, the sensitive forbidden fruit of the millennia-old virgin goddess nestled right between her spread thighs.

"First, let's get you cleaned up, goddess."

A small smile played upon his lips as he snapped his fingers, getting the moon goddess all cleaned and freshened up. She would need all the energy she could get for what was coming.

Moving to kneel by her head, he whispered, "Are you ready, goddess?"

Her small, nervous nod was the only permission he needed to go berserk on her body.

Artemis was treated like a rag doll as she was held in strong tendrils of shadow, pinned against a warm and comforting, strong, broad muscular chest. Strong, deft fingers and warm, soft lips explored her delicate body, pressing and massaging to make her feel all sorts of spine-tingling pleasure, perfectly contrasting the cool, smooth touch of the shadows exploring her skin, following their master's lead to the letter.

She arched her back as she leaned her head, her moans and lewd sounds of pleasure flooding into the silence of the forest. Artemis tried to bring her arms up to stifle the sounds she was making, but they were restrained.

Her lips latched onto Percy's, while she ground her naked, sopping cunt against his chiselled abs and strong chest. He kissed hungrily, passionately, making Artemis feel light-headed as he devoured and dominated her, pushing her head back with his aggression. His strong, mischievous, calloused rough hands rubbed, and trailed along the sensitive insides of her supple, creamy thighs seemingly with a mind of their own. His teasing, slight touches burnt her, leaving a trail of intoxicating fire in their wake that made her pale skin flush gold with lustful desire.

His strong body pressed her against a tree, a cool, damp wall of rough bark and soft moss.

All of Artemis' doubts at being pinned half-naked between him and a tree, evaporated as he broke the kiss to trail his wet lips along her exposed neck, sucking and nibbling her soft skin, and leaving glistening purple love bites in his wake. She moaned at his ministrations, tilting her head back further to allow him greater access to her neck, flooding his face with her lush auburn hair. His hands rested on her large, firm bubble butt, holding her up with nothing but that, as he massaged and teased her ass. His hands, rough and calloused, unlike the shadows wrapped around her thighs, squeezed and played with the soft, cloudy flesh of her milky ass. His teasing fingers sometimes ran along her ass crack, teasing and pressing, exploring her pink asshole, as tight and unyielding as her wet pussy.

And even through all that, her senses, heightened by the deprived, controlled ecstasy she was feeling, could feel several more shadows on her body, crawling and writhing like alive snakes on her body, touching and massaging all her sensitive spots and tickling her, making shivers run up her spine at the wide variety of sensations her body was being put through.

As Percy's hands spread her thighs to get unrestrained access to her glistening, sopping wet cunt, there were shadows exploring her sensitive, virgin cunt. Her mind, overloaded with ecstasy that made her crave more, no longer cared how Percy pleasured her. His strong, rough fingers probed and pressed against her smoothly shaved cunt, exploring her soft skin coated with her warm nectar. His experienced fingers found all her sensitive spots one after the other, ones that had taken her years to find, and others that she did not know even existed. He teased and gently tugged her exposed clit, making her moan into the first one's mouth as her hips bucked involuntarily into his waist.

And another set of shadowy tendrils were trying their best to completely undress her amidst all the other things that were going on. They tugged at her short tank top, but to little success.

The fact that he was trying his best to grope and tease her massive, heaving tits might have played a role in that regard. Smooth shadows, controlled by his mind dipped under her tank top, feeling the warm underside of her boobs, and running along the bare, smooth skin of her milky tits, revelling in her braless state. They wrapped around her nipples, tugging and pinching and twisting her large, sensitive, erect nubs of pink flesh through the fabric of her top. Strong, smooth tendrils, like Demeter's vines, groped and massaged her massive, milky tits without shame, her cloudy flesh yielding under their merciless, rough and aggressive touch. They were unyielding as he undressed her roughly, bunching her tank top around her shoulders so that her warm, milky tits were exposed to the world.

Artemis yelped suddenly, breaking her intense, passionate liplock to yelp in surprise and shame as she was spanked. She felt a stinging on her pale, creamy ass, marked by an angry red mark on her pale, ivory skin.

The moon goddess turned to glare at the offending tendril, not caring about her shameless, naked appearance or the fact that they were being controlled by the God holding her, or the fact that they were not sentient.

Percy laughed at her.

"Now it's time for the main event, goddess."

Artemis' glare lost its focus as a golden blush crept up her neck, and she glanced around nervously at his lecherous grin.

And again, she felt the vines holding her up give way abruptly, and she would have again, unceremoniously collapsed to the ground... that is, if she had not been Artemis.

Her legs, trembling and on weak knees, snapped out, supporting her light weight as she gracefully dropped to her feet. "What was that?" The death glare she was famous for, returned full force.

Artemis tried to hide the nervousness and excitement that she felt as he closed in around her, showing her the difference in their heights. Artemis' slim, lithe body seemed to be enclosed in a cage of muscle and shadow, and she had to look up to stare at his grinning face, her shorter height reaching only till his broad chest.

The sudden gush of feminine juices that trickled down her clenched thighs betrayed her true emotions as she chewed on her lower lip, looking around for an escape route with fear-laden silver eyes. Her thighs ground together as she tried to stifle the roaring flame of needy lust between her thighs.

Artemis flinched at the sudden sound, as a pair of shorts hit the dirty forest floor.

Percy smirked, "Already lost your nerve?"

She smirked, "You wiiiiii..." she trailed off, staring at his exposed dick, a glorious, majestic bitch breaker that made her thoughts fuzzy, arching up, defying gravity despite its obvious weight. A bulbous purple head as large, if not larger, than her fist bobbed and throbbed in tandem with his heartbeat, the slit leaking a clear fluid that she marked as pre-cum. The moon goddess gulped, staring at his massive, erect cock, as large as her entire arm. The thick slab of hard muscle, ridged and crisscrossed with veins, made her heart beat faster, the musky scent making her feel lightheaded.

Before she could fully comprehend what she was doing or what was happening, her small hands had wrapped around his cocks, making the god moan at her soft touch.

She watched, entranced, as he closed his eyes, an intense look of concentration on his face, before snapping his eyes open with a wide grin on his features.

Meeting her curious expression, he gestured with his eyes, and Artemis almost got whiplash as she turned around, to watch another set of shadows emerge from the ground. These ones were different, however...

She glanced back and forth to confirm her suspicions, her pussy leaking her juices more profusely as she realised that these shadows/vines/tendrils were, in fact, shaped perfectly to resemble his cock, acting like dildos that followed his every mental command.

If she had been in the right state of mind, Artemis would have asked if Percy could feel whatever the tendrils... 'felt', for lack of a better term.

But she was far from being in the right state of mind.

Artemis felt a golden blush creep up on her face, but despite her embarrassment, she did what Percy wordlessly asked her to, her soft, small hand wrapping around one of the new cocks she had to pleasure.

She stroked the two cocks, one a dildo, a perfect replica of the real one, slowly, feeling the warm, and cool, hardness in her soft hands which looked too small in comparison with his massive thirteen-inch horse cock. She felt warm, veiny skin smeared with his warm precum, making it slightly easier for her to stroke him. She gulped, grinding her thighs together as she bit her lower lip, feeling them twitch in her hands.

She felt a rough, strong hand on her shoulder, and looked up to see Percy smirk at her. She had been too engrossed with pleasuring the two in her hands to notice the other shadows creeping up on them.

Percy smirked as he saw the chaste virgin Artemis eagerly pleasing two cocks at once with her small, soft hands.

"On your knees," he ordered, pushing her to her knees under them, till she was kneeling on the dirty forest floor, which dug into her knees.

He forced her eager hand off his meat, replacing it with a second, dildo, should we call them?

He gripped her auburn hair tightly, tilting her head back. Artemis did not relent her rapid pace as she continued jerking off the two throbbing cocks in her small, soft hands. Not content with her pace, he mentally commanded the vines to go faster, fucking her small, smooth and soft hand, aided by the warm precum making the dark, shadowy cocks glisten.

Percy moved his hips, pressing the tip of his cock to her bruised, swollen, wet lips.

"Say aaah." He spoke lovingly, almost as if he was feeding her some delicious food instead of forcing his dirty cock down her throat.

Artemis' eyes widened as she felt the warm, velvet hardness of Percy's cocktip press against her lips, smearing his musky precum on her pink lips. Before she knew what she was doing, her tongue had darted out to lap up the steady stream leaking from his cock. The two thirteen inches of solid muscle being jerked off rapidly by her hands, twitched and throbbed as the Dark god watched the chaste Artemis kiss and worship his cock. She acted like an absolute cockslut, kissing and worshipping his veiny length, rubbing her face lovingly in his warm balls as she trailed her tongue along the underside of his cock like an obedient, hungry bitch. She kissed and nuzzled his leaking tip, lapping up his precum eagerly as she kissed his cocktip, involving some tongue in a lewd parody of a French kiss.

And meanwhile, her hands continued, seemingly with a mind of their own, as they pleasured the dildos, occasionally twisting and stroking with surprising skill.

Percy groaned as he felt Artemis' wet tongue on his cock, his knees weakening as he bucked his hips involuntarily. Impatient with her torturous foreplay, he grabbed her soft hair, working his cock into her eager, open mouth.

The moon goddess looked up at him with wide silver eyes as she felt his large cock enter her warm, wet mouth, stretching her jaw to the point she felt that it would be permanently dislodged. His bulbous head was large enough to choke her, making her feel like someone was shoving a fist into her mouth. Despite that, Artemis managed to suppress her gag reflex, her immortal genes shining through as she weakly lapped at his head, teasing his cock with her tongue, swirling around his diamond-hard meat, lathering it thoroughly with her saliva.

Percy did not relent.

Artemis' eyes watered, tears trickling down her pale cheeks as she felt Percy thrust deeper into her throat, his head ramming against the back of her throat, and making her gag and choke. Saliva dribbled past her swollen, bruised lips to splatter her massive, heaving tits. Her throat was stretched to its maximum, and Artemis was sure that Percy's monster cock was visible as a prominent, obscene bulge, with every ridge and vein clear.

But despite everything, despite the pain, she felt pleasure like never before. Her masturbation did not even compare to the sheer bliss that overwhelmed her mind and fried her nerves, making her wonder how one could feel such incomparable pleasure only from sucking his cock. The clear, tangy precum that set her taste buds on fire could only be described as addictive, as Artemis could only beg for more, eagerly trying to suck him dry, her tongue eagerly lapping at his leaking slit like an obedient bitch in heat.
The taste sent her crazy, and she could only wonder what his cum would taste like, sending shivers up her spine, and pleasurable tingles of anticipation through her throbbing clit. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked him with an almost desperate fervour, eagerly drinking and swallowing the steady stream of pre he was leaking with audible, lewd gulps.

Her silver eyes were glazed over in a hazy cloud of mind-numbing lust, and her thighs were slick with the warm nectar that gushed from her sweltering honeypot. Her knees sank into the wet earth, muddy with a puddle of her glistening, orgasmic, feminine juices.

Percy groaned at the feeling of her stretched throat muscles massaging his unyielding, muscular cock, moving his hips to thrust in and out of her throat. His balls, heavy with thick, warm cum, slapped her chin, leaving red marks as his crotch pressed against her face, his veiny cock throbbing in her warm, wet throat, her pink lips swollen and bruised from the forceful facefuck she was getting. His cock violated her throat with almost violent intensity, reaching her stomach directly.

"Fuck, bitch, take some more cock!" He snarled, taking a grip on her soft auburn hair and jerking her head back, so that her lips popped free from her desperate suckling with a wet, lewd pop. A thin, glistening trail of saliva connected her wet, swollen and bruised pink lips to his massive, throbbing erection, saliva trailing down her dirty chin to her heaving, basketball-sized tits.

Artemis made a disappointed sound, as her lustful silver eyes followed the swinging, thirteen-inch horsecock glistening with her saliva.

But she was not allowed to feel empty and deprived of Percy's delicious cock for long, as another cock, being jerked off in her small soft right hand, swung into view. She noted that her palm wasn't even large enough to fit all the way around it.

She could not think for long, however, as the dildo in her view was thrust aggressively back into her used mouth, immediately starting to facefuck her at a rapid pace, slamming in and out of her throat, which was beginning to become sore. The lewd sounds of her gagging and choking on his massive prick was music to his ears, making his... several cocks twitch, and release more of his delicious precum which she so craved.

Yeah, he could feel everything the other shadow tendrils went through.

It happened only during sex, though.

Percy just shrugged, chalking it up to the perverted Greek gods and their ways.

Artemis freed her hand to wrap around the one her mouth had just freed, her silver eyes searching for more cock as her tongue worked hard at the one deep in her throat. Her small hand wrapped around it, slowly jerking the other cock off, before speeding up, the vein ridged skin slick with her saliva. 

"Damn, bitch, get on the ground. Now."

Percy lay down on the forest floor to claim her, his massive, thirteen-inch erection standing straight, throbbing with his heartbeat, eager for what was coming.

Freed from the three thick cocks occupying her senses, Artemis stood up on shaky legs, stumbling forward as her eyes zeroed in on the massive, strong meat awaiting her attention.

Not being able to support her weight anymore, her legs gave way, allowing the moon goddess to crash to the ground. She did not relent her advance, however, as she crawled forward on her hands and knees, her massive breasts swinging like a pendulum, her warm, orgasmic juices trickling down her thighs.

"Nope, that just wouldn't do." Percy interjected, mentally commanding the shadow tendrils to grab her by the arms and lift her effortlessly, as if she weighed no more than a feather. Artemis groaned as she was forced back on her feet, but it did not last long, as she was manhandled roughly onto the waiting cock.

Artemis was flipped around so that she was in a reverse cowgirl position, and lowered onto the massive erection, twitching with anticipation.

"Fuck, she's tight." Percy, ready to fuck her undoubtedly tight ass, interjected, his hands coming up to spank her right asscheek, leaving a red mark on her pale skin. Artemis moaned at the sting on her sensitive ass, the soft flesh of her bubble butt jiggling enticingly. Percy rested his hands on her ass, spreading her ass cheeks to expose her unbelievably tight, pink, puckered asshole.

His bulbous, purple cockhead pressed against her tight hole, which refused to yield. Grinning, Percy switched back to his godly strength, thrusting his hips to violently ram the first few inches in Artemis' virgin ass.

The moon goddess threw her head back, screaming in pain and pleasure as she squirted onto the ground, making the god grin.

"Damn, you're tight-" Percy groaned, throwing his head back as his toes curled in pleasure, feeling her tight ass stretch to its limits around his unyielding monster cock, resisting his advance every inch of the way. "I can't get in anymore by myself."

Well, technically, he could, but he had other things on his mind.

Not waiting for her response, he moved several other of his shadow cock replicas, between Artemis' thighs, carefully lining one up with her tight, pink little cunt.

His eyes flicked up to the moon goddess, who was reduced to a gibberish mess by the cock deep in her ass. Her silver eyes, hazy with lust, rolled back in her head, and her mouth was parted, her tongue lolling out like an obedient bitch. Saliva coated her chin and splattered her breasts, warm feminine nectar dripping from her exposed cunt.

With a grin curling on his face, Percy rubbed the cocktip teasingly against her cunt, watching her shiver and involuntarily buck her hips, making his cock in her ass go even deeper.

"I need a gag." He spoke, and watched as a third dildo moved in front of her, following his command. A shadow tendril closed around her throat, choking her slightly as he jerked her head back, forcing the massive cock into her throat. Percy watched with obscene fascination as her neck bulged, as Artemis gagged and choked, still trying her best to please him as she sucked desperately at the leaking tip, her tongue licking whatever she could. Her pink lips looked perfect stretched around the three-inch-thick horsecock.

"Gag in place, now your pussy's turn." The god interjected again.

He grinned, Percy's crooked smile that was common knowledge to everyone, "Triple penetration going in."

And without warning, or any more foreplay, he slammed all of his cocks full force into her tight, warm holes, finally robbing her of her precious virginity she had so desperately clung to.... before she met him, of course.

His rampaging, unyielding slab of diamond-hard, vein ridged muscle replicating shadowy dildo rammed into her hymen, which offered little resistance, before pushing past her cervix, and into her womb, slamming against the back of her womb, the furthest he could go. Percy noticed that despite that, he still had a few inches of shadow cock left.

"Fuck, that feels great." He groaned, feeling the cock in her throat, and referring to the feeling of Artemis screaming her lungs out around his cock. "I think I am in your stomach." He groaned, feeling his cock dip inside her stomach, having travelled all the way through her unbelievably stretched oesophagus. Her throat muscles felt deliciously tight around his unyielding meat, massaging his cock as she tried to milk him of the gallons of hot, potent cum.

"I think I am in your intestines." Percy groaned, referring to the cock lodged deep in her ass, his toes curling as he writhed in pleasure from her unbelievable tightness.

He groaned and moaned, matching the moon goddess' stifled sounds of pleasure. Her pussy walls spasmed around the cock inside her tight cunt, squirting whatever fluids she could produce as she came helplessly from the feeling of being brutally triple penetrated.

She did not know when, but the pain had long given way to unbelievable, mind-numbing, orgasmic pleasure, that made her mind a white haze. She could no longer think for herself, content with obediently following the orders she was given, crawling on her hands and knees to whatever position she was called to, and sucking weakly as her two ruined, gaping holes were filled to the brim, pounded over and over again as her orgasmic fluids kept making the forest floor beneath her muddy, and runny with her juices.

She jerked upright when she felt her erect, large nipples being twisted cruelly, sending pleasurable jolts of white-hot pain coursing through her being. She arched her back, thrusting her sinful breasts out as she silently begged for her tits to be violently assaulted.

And she got what she had asked for.

A tendril violently slapped her tits, leaving a red mark, and making it look as if her sinful boobs had just been whipped by her master, making the massive, basketball-sized globes of milky, cloudy flesh swing enticingly from side to side. The pale skin of her chest was now marked with a red welt.

Percy did not stop there. While triple penetrating the goddess, he manipulated the shadows to concentrate on her delicious boobs. His rough hands joined the shadows in groping and squeezing them without shame, his strong fingers digging into her soft, cloudy flesh as he twisted and pinched her erect, rosy nipples, intent on making them sore. Her pale skin was riddled with red marks as he continued his exploration with violent fervour, squeezing her tits together as another dildo thrust between them, titfucking her.

The shadow replica of his massive cock was barely contained by her oversized tits, slick with her saliva and thrusting between her tight, warm tits without any resistance whatsoever. He squeezed her boobs together, increasing the pressure around the cock as he continued to pleasure himself on Artemis' delicious, sinful tit-flesh.

The moon goddess wasn't sure if she was in Tartarus, or swimming in an ocean of Elysian bliss. The pain from being brutally triple penetrated, gave way to mind-numbing pleasure as she felt four thick, thirteen-inch monster cocks gangbang her, deriving their pleasure from her sinful, erotic body, treating her like a sex doll, a tool to derive their pleasure from.

She felt an alien, yet gratifying satisfaction from the thought of being used by Percy to get his pleasure. Her body twisted to fit perfectly around the four horsecocks violating her, feeling them slam and rearrange all her internal organs.

The cock in her mouth sent her tastebuds on fire the musky scent intoxicating like alcohol, making her feel light-headed. She was not sure how the shadows managed to taste exactly similar to Percy's tangy, addictive taste, let alone have a taste at all. It proceeded to stretch her throat, making her gag and choke as she sucked the cock desperately, thoroughly lathering it with saliva, careful to caress every single ridge and vein of the salty meat with her tongue. Her mind could only think of swallowing and drinking as much of the precum as she could, eagerly anticipating the massive load she was sure to get. She was ready to bet everything that it would be her new favourite drink. The cock dipped into her stomach, making a jolt of lewd excitement flood through her as she thought about getting her long-awaited meal directly in her stomach.

The two cocks lodged deep in her stomach, moved in tandem, one thrusting deeply as the other retreated, ensuring that she never felt empty, making her bounce up and down with the violent intensity of their thrusts. The one deep in her ass slammed into her intestines, making her feel excited as she thought about having her intestines flooded with his thick, hot cum. Her pussy was not faring any better, her muscles endeavouring to milk the cock inside her sacred womb of all the thick cum he could produce, spasming and squirting almost continuously as Artemis was captured in the throes of a seemingly endless, continuous, rapturous, toe-curling, blissful sea of orgasms.

She was sure that her hip joint was permanently dislocated by the two thick cocks in her ass and pussy. Her back arched continuously to comfortably accommodate all the four cocks trying to derive their pleasure from her body, thrusting her breasts out so that she could be properly titfucked. Her cheeks and throat bulged from her mouthful of cock, her chin and face stained and dirty with saliva. Her normally toned stomach was bulging obscenely with the two, and the bulbous head of a third, cocks in her stomach, showing every ridge and vein as a clear outline, moving with every thrust. Her body was bruised and red in places where he had felt the need to be rough with her- not that she could complain, of course. The pale skin of her tits was marked red by several handprints and slaps that had assaulted her, her large erect, rosy pink nipples dark and sore. Her massive tits heaved, and her milky bubble butt jiggled every time she bounced on the two cocks deep inside her, tomato red with several spanks.

She could not think clearly, nor could she speak, courtesy of all the pleasure overriding her mind, and the cock in her wet, dirty little mouth, gagging her.

Her toes and hands curled in the mud of the dirty forest floor beneath her, splashing in pools of her own fluids, pools of her warm nectar that continued to gush as she came helplessly, again and again, squirting on the muddy ground of the forest floor. She missed giving handjobs, and wanted two more cocks, hard, slick with her saliva, warm and throbbing, getting jerked off by her small, soft hands.

That night, at dinner, everyone noticed Artemis' absence, and, almost as one body, they turned to stare at Percy accusingly.

"What? Why are you all staring at me?!" Percy shrugged, staring back at them.

"Percy, where is Artemis?" Thalia asked through gritted teeth.

He shrugged again. "It's not my fault she cannot handle sex." Yelping as several knives missed him by a few inches.

"What?!" His voice was a few octaves higher than usual. "It was her who wanted it first. I swear!"

"And where is she?" Phoebe snapped.

Percy briefly considered telling them the truth and seeing their reactions, but he decided to play it safe for now. "Won't tell. She definitely isn't on the island. She's on Olympus." He lied, hoping they did not notice.

By the way, several of them eyed him suspiciously, especially Asteria, he was not sure they were buying it.

"You know what?" Thalia dropped her fork. "I don't want to know how Artemis is like after her first time."

The others shivered at the thought, returning to their chatter as they glanced at Percy out of the corner of their eyes.

A creepy smile broke out on Percy's face as he felt the shadow cocks near their simultaneous orgasms. He looked out of the glass door into the dark night, lit by the bright silver of the moon... who was busy getting gangbanged by several hung-like-a-horse dildos, somewhere in the forest. He suppressed his own pleasure, long enough for him to excuse himself from the dining table and move to the bathroom.

The feeling was heavenly. His cock was feeling pleasure, and he could feel everything. The feeling of fucking every part of Artemis' body at once, was disorienting at worst, and the best feeling he had ever felt, including Annabeth's sessions. He made a mental note to definitely do this more often.

He was not pleasuring himself, nor did he have anyone pleasuring him directly. And yet he was having the best mind blowing orgasms of his life.

Yes, his life was messed up if you couldn't tell yet.

Percy smirked as he moved towards the bathroom, a gesture that was not missed by anyone.

Artemis will be fucked till breakfast the next morning.

Or until she died of sensory overload.

Whichever came first.

Chapter 39: Getting A Garage

Time: A Few Days Later

"How did they forget to add a garage?!" Percy exclaimed, looking at the girls with his arms spread dramatically as he introduced them to the newest addition to the house.

The day was beautiful, if a bit... hot, though that was to be expected on a tropical island. The sun beat down with a fierce intensity, making the golden sands of the beach look like molten gold, the light making the seemingly endless sea glisten, its frothy white waves gently lapping at the shores. A gentle breeze whipped through the palm trees dotting the beach, making their leaves rustle. The forest was teeming with life, the sky dark with the wings of seabirds out to hunt. Wisps of milky white clouds lazily floated through the clear azure sky, looking every bit an image straight out of a beautiful landscape portrait. The air reverberated with the shrill echoing cries of the seabirds that formed a loud cacophony of lively music, the dull, thunderous roar of the sea a continuous background of white noise.

It was on this fine summer day, though it was nearing October, that the mansion at Ogygia had woken up to be greeted by a new addition to the house, attached beside the building.

It was a relatively small outdoor room, only two floors tall, dwarfed by the several floor tall mansion in the shadow of which, it stood. There was an unpainted, automatic metal door that slid up, allowing them access to the inside. The bright light reflecting off it hurt their eyes. The walls were painted an equally bright, obnoxious neon blue, a shade so bright that it hurt the eyes to look at, horribly unmatched with the rest of the mansion.

That's why neither Athena nor Annabeth when she had been alive, ever allowed Percy to do anything by himself.

It had a flat glass roof that glinted in the bright, almost angry sunlight which heated up the entire island, making the sand hot and unbearable to bare feet.

"Why is the roof made of glass, Percy?" Athena asked, blandly as she tried to figure out the undoubtedly silly things he had done to the.... innovative, impractical architecture of the garage.

He waved his arms excitedly. "There is a helipad on top! I thought the glass looked cool."

"You made a glass floor for a helipad." The wisdom goddess' voice had a certain, dangerous edge to it as her much-beloved subject of architecture was twisted to fit Percy's childish whims.

The other girls just continued to gawk at the structure which had sprung up overnight without anyone of them knowing, as large as an average house in downtown Manhattan.

"Yeah, don't worry! I know it doesn't make sense, but they told me that it would be fine. They engraved it with runes or stuff like that to strengthen it. You know, godly stuff. The answer to every impossible, science defying question."

Athena's eye twitched.

"Absolutely not!" Thalia screeched. "I'm never allowing you to keep a helicopter!"

"Ah, come on, Thalia, it's all in fun! Asteria will teach me how to fly, won't you, Asteria?" He looked towards the sun goddess, giving her his baby seal eyes. "Pwease?"

The goddess gulped, waving her hands in front of her face as she looked away. She felt Thalia's warning glare on her, and it took every fibre of her willpower to resist the wide, teary and innocent, sea-green eyes that Percy looked at her with.

"I know Jackson will find a way to get me on that helicopter he will get!" The daughter of Zeus complained, stomping her feet.

"Don't worry, I'll strap you in, too!" The words were out of his mouth before he could comprehend what he was saying.

Luckily, he was saved from facing the inferno of Thalia's wrath by Artemis.

"Percy, why do you even need that? Can't you just, I don't know, flash around?" Artemis asked him incredulously, waving her hand.

"Yeah, but I don't want to! Besides, getting all those cars would be fun!"

Nyx nodded in agreement, speaking for both herself and Styx, "Yeah, we've never been on a modern mortal vehicle. It might be interesting, they've come far from chariots."

On the other hand, Nemesis shared Percy's excitement as she jumped around, again, not looking her part of the terrible Dark goddess of revenge.

"I'll go and get my bike- Hey, Jackson, can we get a sports bike, too?" She asked with a silly, excited grin on her face, which was reciprocated by the only male on the island. "Yeah, of course, we will! It'll be great!"

Hestia merely smiled at his antics, enjoying his obvious, genuine excitement, something which was a rare sight for the hearth goddess, a lovely, welcome break from Percy's masked, feigned emotions. While Calypso was having trouble picking her jaw up from the ground.

Rachel, Reyna and Piper hugged him tightly from all sides, smiling up at the excited Dark god, who was feeling like a kid at Christmas. "It's beautiful, Percy."

"The colour could have been better though," Aphrodite noted, grimacing as if the colour caused her physical pain... which, for all intents and purposes, it might have had.

Percy ignored the critics. "We'll get a helicopter, and I can finally take off to the skies, and lots of tools and stuff for whenever I have an itch for taking anything apart!" He waved his arms free from the hug he had yet to be released from. It took conscious effort on his part to tone down the blush from feeling three gorgeous pairs of breasts pressed up against his body.

Luckily, almost everyone mistook his blush for the heat and excitement.

Percy continued, stuttering slightly from his excitement, "An-and the upper floor can store stuff, too. Artemis and Asteria's chariots can be here, and we will buy some cars- preferably expensive and cool looking ones, supercars and sports cars, to stuff in here, too."

Whatever he was gonna say next, was cut off by a rumbling coming from the garage.

The Little Big Three stopped the little happy dance they had been doing, feeling their clothes stick to their skin from the sweat. Dancing fully exposed to the midday sun on a tropical island wasn't the best idea they had ever had, to be honest.

Phoebe gulped, "Percy, what's that?"

He looked annoyed, "Why is it that every time I try to throw a surprise, you all regard me with suspicion?"

"Perhaps that's because the last time you decided to throw a surprise, my sister almost died!" Thalia all bit screamed, her shrill voice several octaves higher than usual.

That's because when Percy had invited Neo to a rodeo, she had thought she would be watching a professional fighting a bull on land. Instead, she had been fighting a bull shark in water.

Percy did not find it so odd. She should have understood what he was going to say, which sane person in the world would NOT want to fight a bull shark?

He would.

The two daughters of Zeus shivered.

"Hey, that bull shark was tame!" He tried to defend himself and Sam, the bull shark.... which was still with him as a pet, at a secret location.

Neo thought that the twins would defend her, but apparently, all children of Poseidon followed the same sense of humour, as they complained, "You didn't tell us from where you got Sam! Bull sharks like him aren't found here!"

Everyone sweatdropped at Rose's words with the more reserved Violet nodding frantically as the two sought to learn all the secrets there were to being a child of Poseidon.

Percy just laughed creepily, striking a ninja pose, as he whispered, "It's a trade secret." Before he continued to make what was, in his mind, realistic ninja sounds.

"Percy...." Atalanta brought all of them back to the present as she glanced warily at the closed garage door. "You still didn't tell us what's behind that door."

"Oh yeah! Come on, peoples! Don't dilly dally, we've got a lot to do today!" He straightened, excitedly dragging Thalia and Artemis to the garage, their frightened protests falling on deaf ears. The others chuckled nervously, opting to follow the jumpy Dark god, who was acting like a five-year-old high on sugar....

Which, for all they knew, he probably was.

Everyone screamed together as Percy threw the door open with a loud bang, their eyes able to make out an enormous lumbering shadow lurking in the darkness behind the door. The garage was dark, still, they could distinctly make out something moving inside, as if all the sounds did not make it obvious.

"There is a monster inside!" Artemis shouted, summoning her silver dagger.

"There's no need for that." Percy snatched the blade from her hands, tossing it away as he nonchalantly strolled to what was undoubtedly a Cyclops or a Giant inside.

Nobody had forgotten the time when Percy had played rodeo with the Minotaur, fully garbed in Spanish matador costume, with a red cape and Sombrero hat for some reason.

"PERCY, LOOK OUT- oh." Thalia calmed down, seeing who it was after Percy flipped the lights on.

"Tyson!" Rose and Violet cheered, sprinting forward to hug the gentle giant around his knees.

"Little sisters!" Tyson laughed as he patted them, making the twins' smile a little strained as their knees buckled. Sometimes, his underestimating his own strength was cumbersome.

His single sea-green eye swivelled from the two girls hugging his knees to the Dark god patting his elbow.

"Big brother!" The friendly cyclops cheered, scooping Percy up in his arms as he cradled his elder brother in his arms.

Percy laughed, patting Tyson's head of shaggy, matted hair. "Let me down, Tyson!"

The cyclops grunted, showing no intention of letting him down anytime soon.

There was another, masculine laugh. "Tyson, let your brother down." A deep, familiar voice called out.

Tyson made a sound of reluctance, finally letting Percy back on his feet. He smiled as he felt his feet touch solid ground, but he never let go of Tyson's massive hand, feeling like a child beside his brother.

"Dad!" The twins cheered again, running to hug Poseidon around his waist, making the sea god laugh.

"Uncle." Artemis and Athena greeted as Hestia padded over to hug her brother.

"Niece. Sister. And Athena." He greeted.

Percy elbowed him, "Dad." He hissed, making Poseidon wince as he realized his involuntary slip-up.

"No worries. I already predicted that the seaweed brains of sea... gods," Athena had almost let slip, "cannot, in fact, remember a thing."

Percy laughed nervously, seeing Poseidon about to retort, "Dad, don't you have to attend something?"

Poseidon whipped towards his son, smiling gratefully, "Yeah, thank you, son. I'm in a hurry, so I'll not be able to stay long, Tyson will give you a tour of the garage."

"Remember to take everyone to a day down at Atlantis sometime, okay? See you later, Rose, Violet. Look after Neo and Thalia." He smiled, his eyes shining with mirth as he flashed away hurriedly, but not before shooting Athena a last, warning glare.

Percy breathed out. "Crisis averted."

"Umm.... Percy," Eris looked panicked, "Poseidon saw us!"

"Ah, don't worry!" Percy waved off her concerns. "Poseidon knows everything, even that Asteria is in my harem, and all about you four and the Dark council, and all that. He's cool.... how could he not be? He's my dad after all." Percy's attempt at being arrogant did not affect anyone given his previous track records. The four Dark goddesses still looked slightly panicked, but were cut off before they could say anything.

"Now, the more important stuff. Tyson."

"And you are sure that the dumb Cyclops will be able to give us a 'tour' of your garage? Why do we even need a tour, anyway?" Athena hissed venomously, glaring at Percy before she was elbowed by Artemis.

Percy looked at her sadly, before smiling creepily.

Athena took an involuntary step back, and just as well, because the next moment, he had sprinted forward, grabbing her hand as he half dragged, half carried her through the garage, which was really as large as an international airport parking lot, rather than a two-floor 'garage'.

Tyson followed them, with everybody else behind him, and Rose and Neo holding the hands of their second favourite big brother the entire way, his Cyclops hands comically disproportionate to theirs.

"Percy! Slow down!" Athena pleaded as she was dragged up the stairs, her feet on autopilot as the grinning Dark god sprinted towards the roof. Despite that, she could not resist the small, playful smile tugging at the corners of her lips.

She turned back to look at the other girls piling up the stairs behind her, with Tyson's lumbering form staying back on the ground floor. Grey eyes met silver, and Athena smiled gratefully at Artemis, her eyes shining as she was pulled along by her love. She was as giddy as him, though for different reasons, and could hold her excitement better.

Percy popped open a hatch, peering out over the glass floor of the helipad. He hugged Athena close to his body as the two gazed out over the helipad for the first time.

The wisdom goddess, for once, could not think of anything as her mind went into a complete lockdown. It was a terrifying feeling for her, who prided herself on her intellect, but strangely elevating, at once, too. Feeling her smaller body pressed into Percy's stronger, taller frame was exhilarating, his warmth gentle and comforting, making her feel as if she was being gently caressed by her mother, a feeling which, unfortunately, she never got to experience. His strong arms wrapped around her waist, hugging her tightly as his chin rested on her head of silky, soft blonde hair, the goddess' head fitting perfectly into the crook of his neck.

Percy was saying something, but she could not make out head or tail of it as he rambled on about stuff, and his plans for the area. The only thing Athena could comprehend, however, was that the helipad was a great place to relax when it was not occupied. The perpetual breeze was stronger here, and it was much cooler, despite being exposed directly to the sun. Besides, from this height, she could see the endless stretch of admittedly beautiful, clear azure sea for miles around. The canopy of the forest was also visible from that vantage point, the entire expanse of forest visible as an enormous carpet of green over the earth. The tops of the trees swayed in the breeze, and the calming, audible rustling of their long, emerald leaves was much more clear here. Although she could not see it right then, Athena was sure that she would be able to spy on everything that went on in the house, the pool- the entire island- from there.

It was a small looking glass to the small, happy and peaceful world of Percy's tropical island of Ogygia, and their home.

She made a mental note to pay a visit to the mansion's roof sometime in the future.

"You coming, Athena?"

And before she knew it, the magical moment had ended as Percy called out to her, already having moved back down the staircase behind the other girls, as they returned to the ground floor, ignoring the bare, and relatively uninteresting second floor.

She mentally rebuked herself for missing Percy's warmth and comforting arms, as she nodded back towards him, a cool mask slipping over her confused emotions as she followed the Dark god.

"Alright, so, hold your pegasi, but this is gonna be great, I can tell." Percy bribed them as he slowly stalked towards a particular door, separating it from the rest of the building.

"Percy, stop creating unnecessary suspense, and tell us what it is."

"Alright, alright, sheesh, Thalia chill." He winced as he threw the door open, his expression brightening again as he gaged the others' reactions.

"Woah." That's right, they were speechless.

The room they had just entered was simply enormous, and, by mortal physics, should not have fitted inside the garage at all. It was simple, just an inlet letting in the sea into the garage, another metallic door separating the dock from the rest of the sea, complete with a pier. There were two small walkways leading across the room, but what really took their breath away, was the yacht gently rocking on the almost non-existent waves.

The yacht was the typical, if a bit small, yacht you would come across on the horizon in a lazy seaside scenery. The sail, a bright striking red, was a minimum of fifteen feet tall, and the shiny, new hull was painted sea green with swirling white designs representing waves. On the hull, in bright golden letters that beautifully contrasted the sea green, the name of the ship was written, the.... "Blue Cookie."

Despite the... playschool level name, the deck was beautifully furnished. There were luxurious looking deck chairs sprawled out along the edges, at the stern of the yacht, with a small swimming pool/hot tub between them. There was a small sunroof in the middle of the deck, and below it were several barstools and couches, along with an unfurnished bar, ready to be filled with alcohols of all types. There were also two beds, much smaller than the massive, almost double queen-sized beds at Ogygia, spread out in the open part of the deck, just beside the array of deck chairs.

There were several wolf whistles. "Sexy."

Athena, ever the critic, interrupted their joy, "The name could be improved, of course."

Pervy ignored her negative, perceived as discouraging words, knowing that it was only Athena's way to express her emotions.

"You think this is good? Wait till I completely fill the garage with all sorts of cars! We will have Lamborghinis, Ferraris, Mercedes, BMWs and everything!" Be waved his arms excitedly. "Of course, we will get a few sports bikes or so, but the majority will be supercars."

The others could only nod dumbly, their minds still lingering over the luxurious yacht they had just witnessed, a yacht which held who knows what below decks.

A few days out in the middle of the sea with everybody on the island sounded too good to be true. It would be a several days long party to rival the Isles of Blest.

The small crowd of twenty-five girls followed Percy as he continued walking.

"Alright, so this is the only thing, apart from the yacht, that I have right now." He said mysteriously, stopping suddenly.

The others forced themselves to concentrate on the present at Percy's words. The last one had been an enormous yacht. What now?

"Ta-da!" He presented them with the view, his arms spread dramatically.

"....Percy, what- did yo- seriously?!" Piper's nerves were fried.

"Yeah!" He replied excitedly.

"It's an Abrams M1A2, complete with a 120mm XM256 smoothbore cannon, and two 7.62mm M240 machine guns and a .50 cal M2 machine gun."

"Per-"

"I need several rounds of ammunition, but that can be easily catered for."

"Jacks-"

"I spent all the money on military-grade grenades."

"Jackson! Don't you dare take out the tank for anything!" Thalia screeched.

"My island!" Calypso wailed.

Chapter 40: Artemis and Asteria

Time: After Hunting the Huntress: Part 2

Contrary to popular belief, Percy could plan.

And he could plan well.

Slap him a competent army, and he would slap you victory after victory.

Slap him any girl, and he would slap you a pregnant mother infatuated with him.

That is, provided he could get past the awkwardness first.

Percy could not plan anything normal, as evident by the name of his private yacht or his pet bull shark. Blackjack was only thankful that he had not been the one to name him.

But when it came to all out war and kinky sex, two completely contradicting ideas, he was always a few steps forward.

Artemis had woken up expecting to be in his room, on his bed, in his arms.

She got a muddy forest floor.

The moon goddess winced as she tried to rub the sleep out of her eyes. She felt hungover, even though she had not had any alcohol the previous day. Her head throbbed, her dirty, frizzy hair sticking to her face.

Her entire body was sore, her sore throat ached, several parts of her body were bruised and stung from the violent tentacle and dildo and cock gangbang she had been subjected to, and she was incapable of forming complex thoughts. Her tongue was parched, and her lower jaw ached. The overwhelming stench of sex that permeated the air made her feel lightheaded. Percy's musky scent still hung thick in the air, refusing to go away, acting as an aphrodisiac for the moon goddess as she rubbed her thighs. The memories from last night flooded her mind, and she felt pleasurable tingles go through her clit at the thought.

Oh, sweet innocent Artemis. Had she any idea how far Percy could go?

The moon goddess continued lying limply on the ground, not minding the mud that clung to her pale, ivory skin. Not a shred of cloth guarded her delicate, feminine body against the elements, exposing her to everything in the lap of nature, in the middle of one of the few untouched patches of forest in the entire world.

The truth? She had been out for an entire day- Percy had been right, a passionate, heated gangbang with his horsecock for her first time, wasn't such a pro move. Nevertheless, he had ensured her safety, and left her, but not before using his newfound powers to make sure that the sexual fluids staining her innocent body did not go away... at least not for some time.

But damn. The other girls did not give up so easily, constantly pestering him with questions about Artemis' whereabouts. They feared that he would make her do something stupid, like bungee jumping with a cheese rope. He had almost cracked, but fortunately, Aphrodite had known about the whole thing somehow, so she came to his rescue.

But back to the topic, that's why, looking at the still fresh cum, sweat and her feminine fluids around her, Artemis thought that she had been out merely for a single night.

Dawn was barely around the corner when she woke up, cursing Percy with everything she had. Sunlight filtered through the thick canopy almost as if the White Death had scoped her with the sunlight as his bullet. She squinted up at the sky, cursing how it could penetrate the thick canopy to land right in her face, leaving the rest of the vast forest in pitch-black darkness.

There was nothing but Ogygia's thick forest as far as the eye could see on one side. The thick tree trunks, like mysterious pillars of a civilization long past, were beginning to seem tedious. Artemis did not look too forward to spending any more time in the forest, at least this particular forest, despite her domain of nature and forests. The dark, mysterious canopy of dark, emerald leaves rustled and shifted slightly in the cool breeze that blew through the dense line of trees. The last owls of the night flitted from branch to branch revelling in the darkness of the forest, darkness that was fleeing from the bright, blazing sun in the outside world.

Artemis took a moment to examine herself, propping herself up on an elbow to a sitting position.

The first thing that she saw was her horribly bloated stomach, making her look several months pregnant with triplets. It would be difficult to walk around with that, she thought, running a small hand over the smooth skin of her normally toned stomach. She could feel the gallons of cum sloshing around inside, both her womb and ass pumped full.

She shivered as she remembered Percy's cock, which could spray thick, tasty cum like a firehose of orgasmic pleasure. The taste still lingered on her tongue, and her heart craved more of her new favourite drink.

Then, smaller details about her abused body, came to Artemis' notice. Her skin stung all over from the slight chill in the forest, but her tender, pale skin was inflamed, assuming an angry red tinge at her cheeks, tits and ass. Percy had been especially rough to those areas, and she still had trouble feeling her sensitive ass and tits. But most of the red skin was covered by thick, white cum that covered her entire body.

Artemis felt she had taken a dip in a pool filled with Percy's delicious cum. The thought sent another jolt of pleasure through her clit.

Her face was splattered with his seed, still liquid, sluggishly flowing down her gentle features. Her normally silky auburn hair was frizzy, and sticky with cum. Her own orgasmic fluids, saliva stained her chin along with his cum, making her chin and face dirty. Thick white cum moved sluggishly past her slender neck, like a snowy glacier to cover her massive tits. Thick globs of warm cum dripped from her sore, large nipples, their rosy shade cloaked by white. They flowed past her cleavage, making her heaving, jiggling tits slick.

Finally, Artemis noticed something that would have been obvious to anyone else in her position. Her mouth was stuffed full of her panties soaked in a lewd mixture of her saliva and feminine fluids, along with, of course, more of Percy's seemingly endless seed. It was held in place by a cherry-red ball gag strapped securely to her head, making her choke and gag on her panties. She finally realized the reason for her throbbing jaw and stimulated taste buds, as she tried to cough out her gag. Hot tears of humiliated arousal swam to her silver eyes as a dirty stream of bodily fluids, the remnants of her first time, dribbled past her swollen, bruised ruby lips.

Artemis' fingers continued exploring her body, exposed to the greatest heights of pleasure any could feel, brought about by a single Dark god's burning touch.

Her fingers probed her sore pussy and clit, desperately trying to seek any dreg of the mountainous pleasure that she had felt last night, but in vain. Her deft, nimble fingers couldn't hold a candle to Percy's harsh, unyielding rough touch that made her writhe and scream in ecstasy as she arched her back, presenting her massive, heaving tits to the world as she desperately tried to relieve herself.

The moon goddess played with her sore clit for a moment, thoroughly rubbing the juices lavishly gushing from her cunt into her inner thighs and bruised, fat, pink pussy lips. Her fingers rubbed her moist, glistening cunt, spreading her sore, slightly bruised pink lips to dip inside her wet snatch. Artemis found she could not.

A dildo, secured firmly in place by innumerable straps around her waist, plugged her pussy to prevent any of the cum sloshing around in her bloated womb to escape. A faint memory, blurry in a perpetual haze of lust, resurfaced in Artemis' mind about a dildo, identical to Percy's throbbing, thirteen-inch bitch breaker, that had been shoved violently inside her ruined cunt, making her pass out for the last time the previous night.

Artemis moaned wantonly as she felt the wet, velvet walls of her ruined pussy stretched around the dildo rearranging her insides. It was nothing like the original, but it was the best she could right then. She blushed, a bright shade of gold dusting her cheeks as she heard her lewd, sultry moan, slightly muffled by the gag in her mouth. Feeling the thick cum sloshing around in her womb, made Artemis feel slightly grateful for the dildo. She wanted his cum inside her as long as possible.

It was also aided by the butt plug inside her tight, pink asshole.

She looked around her, seeing the muddy puddle she was in, a puddle of brown and white and clear fluids, stickier than glue.

Groaning at the effort, and clutching her bloated stomach as if she was really pregnant, Artemis struggled to her feet. Her thighs shook and trembled as she struggled to keep standing, leaning against a tree for support.

She weighed her options. Artemis had no hope of ever undoing all the straps attaching all the sex toys to her person. She needed another person to help her with it.

And she sure as hell wouldn't be crawling to Percy to help her with it.... Asteria's name was the first that appeared in her lust induced state.

She glanced around the deserted, silent and dark forest. There was nothing in sight to cover herself with.

In the heat of the moment, Artemis seems to have forgotten the unmistakable detail that she was an immortal goddess with powers.

Artemis stumbled through the forest, on shaky legs and trembling thighs, pausing with every step as she felt the cum inside her bloated stomach slosh around. Stumbling as if she were wearing high heels, the moon goddess appeared in the clearing of the mansion's swimming pool.

The day was barely two hours old, still, the sun had already risen in the east, as was wont in the tropics, peeking over the mansion. The western sky was a light purple, while the eastern was a bloody orange. The beautiful colours were reflected in the swimming pool, its waters calm and glistening. A slight breeze blew, making Artemis' exposed body sting deliciously, the leaves of the trees rustling. The sky above the sea was dark with wings of birds, out to hunt for the day.

She briefly toyed with the idea of taking a dip in the pool to clean herself, but immediately dismissed it. Everyone would question what had happened when they saw the pool's dirty water.

Artemis continued walking, past the pool, to the glass door of the dining room, the only entrance to the mansion that was available to her without having to walk all the way around the island. She prayed to all the deities above that it was unoccupied, and no one saw her stumble naked, cum covered through the mansion.

Artemis' massive, basketball-sized tits jiggled and bounced enticingly as she continued walking, every inch the fallen goddess she was. Her thighs were covered with an intricate pattern of straps that almost looked like skimpy, lacy underwear. Saliva and sexual fluids dribbled past her pouty lips stretched around the cherry red ball gag. A few drops of cum escaped the dildo plugging her pussy, dribbling past her puffy, bruised pussy lips to lubricate the insides of her milky thighs. Humiliated tears welled up in her eyes as she felt the arousal stinging her pussy, her luscious thighs rubbing together to stave the lustful fire burning in her core, aided by the cum making her thighs slick.

Artemis felt ashamed at her arousal, her lust spiking at the thought of being caught in that state. She imagined stumbling into a room full of her Hunters in that state, telling them how her brains were fucked out of her by the Dark, overpowered, dominant and aggressive stud with the horse cock.

She craned her neck, peeping through the sliding glass door into the dark dining room to check for anybody presence. After a few moments, the goddess sighed quietly, before slowly, carefully sliding the door open and stepping in. She took another cautious glance around the room, just to be safe, and tried to stealthily creep up the stairs to her room, not minding her naked state.

In her hazy, lustful state, she was blissfully unaware of all the different pairs of eyes watching her attentively from various hidden locations and dark corners, some shocked, others lustful, each ignorant of the other's presence.

"Damn, Lady Artemis is sexy." The two twins whispered their thoughts to a third.

Just a few more metres to go, Artemis thought, cursing Percy mentally with everything she had. She reigned herself in the very next moment deciding that it just wouldn't do if she slipped up at this point- all her efforts to remain unnotic-

"Artemis?"

She nearly had a heart attack.

Stifling the scream that threatened to tear free from her throat, and thanking all the gods above for the gag, she whirled around, ready to explain anything necessary.

Her heart leapt in relief as she saw Asteria standing there, behind her. Before it promptly dropped to settle somewhere in her bloated stomach, her state of undress finally dawning upon her, now that she was in front of another person.

The sun goddess' hand covered her mouth, her azure eyes wide as she stared at Artemis in shock. After a few moments of clueless staring, Asteria realised that her eyes were wandering over her twin's sexy, curvaceous naked form involuntarily, as a golden blush heated her cheeks. She swore she could feel steam coming out of her ears as she saw that the moon goddess had caught her checking her out.

"Umm.... Asteria?" Artemis stuttered, a golden blush creeping up her own neck as she futilely tried to cover her own body from the sun goddess' wandering gaze. "What are you doing?"

Asteria did not respond for some time. "Let's get you cleaned up, and you will tell me what happened."

She took her twin's soft hand, tugging her towards her room.

Artemis sighed, the sound muffled by the gag that she still could not get off, finally feeling relatively safe with her sister in her room.

Asteria fiddled with the straps keeping the ball gag in place for a bit, her sticky auburn hair making the ordeal more difficult than it should have been.

The cherry-red ball clattered to the floor, and Artemis spat out her dirty panties, the soaked fabric landing with a wet thump on the marble floor of Asteria's room, not feeling a bit sorry for parting with it. Her hand immediately came up to massage her aching jaw, and she wondered how much of sexual fluids she had ingested in the few minutes she had been awake.

Asteria wolf-whistled, looking at the wet fabric forming a puddle on her floor, "Percy really did a number on you."

"Tell me about it." Artemis felt grateful as she heard her, albeit sore, voice again. "The bastard gangbanged me.... with several tentacles shaped like his cock."

The sun goddess raised a sceptical eyebrow. "The sex must have had a greater effect on your intellect than I thought initially. Have you heard yourself? Its kinky, yeah, and I'm proud of you for imagining it, yet..."

"I'm telling you, he gangbanged me!" She was desperate, looking at her helplessly. "You don't know what he is capable of, okay?! He summoned several shadows, and then...."

Asteria giggled at Artemis' cute expression, which she somehow managed to pull off, despite her state. "Come on, let's get you cleaned up, sis."

Taking Artemis' soft hand, she led her to the attached bathroom in her room. "You can take a shower here. Get all the mud and dirt off you, I'm gonna bring you some clothes from your room." Her voice was soft and gentle as she looked at the abused body of her twin sister.

The moon goddess sighed in relief, thankful for her sister not making it any more awkward than necessary as she watched the blonde hair disappeared from her view, behind the glass door of the shower.

Suddenly, Artemis' face erupted in golden as she fully realised what had just happened. She had shown herself completely nude to her perverted twin sister, in a helpless state and asking for aid.

Her hand travelled to her horribly bloated stomach, and she pressed, feeling the soft, pale skin yield beneath her touch. She could feel the cum in her womb sloshing around thanks to her actions, and felt like she was going to burst. Her ruined pussy stretched around the dildo deep in her cunt, making her shiver as she felt the head in her womb, violently penetrating her cervix.

Artemis fingered at a strap, wincing as it snapped back to her delicate pale skin. Immediately, a rosy shade emerged on her smooth skin, a band of pink on her creamy texture. The scarlet straps were unforgiving, tight and unyielding, digging into the bountiful, soft flesh of her thighs and ass.

She sighed as she continued exploring the contraption with her small hands, trying to seek out knots and joints, but in vain. Her sex addled mind, still hung over the mountains of torturous, mind-melting bliss she had been subjected to could not comprehend the complicated knots, nor make head or tail of what was what.

Of course, the two toys occupying her lower love holes did not help. Sexual fluids, betraying the burning lust she was trying to hide, continued to erupt from her pussy, trickling down the insides of her thighs in a mixed waterfall of creamy jizz.

Artemis sighed, deciding to ignore her discomfort with the entire situation, opting instead for cursing Percy with everything she knew, and taking a shower.

She groaned in pleasure as she felt the hot water hit her skin, her tense muscles relaxing as she stood beneath the torrent of hot water. She smiled, surveying the wide variety of products on the shower shelf.

"Arty, I'm leaving your clothes outside here." Asteria's voice called out, and Artemis spied the familiar head of bright blonde hair in the bathroom, right outside the misted glass walls of the shower.

Artemis chewed on her lower lip, hugging herself as she stood beneath the torrent of hot water, contemplating on what to do as her sister bustled outside the shower door.

She took a deep shuddering breath, finally having made up her mind as she swept the strands of slick, wet auburn hair clean off her face. "Umm.... Asteria?"

"Yeah, Arty?"

Her cheeks coloured golden as she finally summoned all the courage she could muster up to say the next few words, "Can you help me undo all these straps?"

Being met with no response, Artemis frowned, "The dildo straps, I don't know how to undo them. Please?"

"Give me some time, Artemis. I'll be with you in a minute."

Asteria's heart sped up as she chewed on her lower lip, her eyes flicking to the misty shower walls to stare at the silhouette of the figure behind. Immortal ichor rushed to colour her tanned, chocolate cheeks golden as she contemplated her next actions.

Asteria smirked, her azure eyes fluttering as she finally decided on her next course of action. Jackson, you sexy stud of a bastard.

For a moment, in a different part of the mansion, Percy stopped beating his meat as he looked up. A sly, lewd smirk curled his lips into a devilish look capable of making females beg for his mercy as he felt the wheels of his ingenious plan finally moving into action. His gaze dropped back onto the album he was holding.

He flipped the new pages carefully and tenderly, if a bit excitedly. Annabeth, Hestia.... ah. Finally reaching Asteria and Artemis, he smirked again. His hand travelled back down to Percy Jr. as he hungrily stared at close up... memories of the twin archers.

Back with the two sisters, Asteria had finally comprehended Percy's plan, as she let her clothes drop to the marble floor, beside Artemis' fresh ones.

Now as naked and exposed as her sister, the sun goddess pressed her ear carefully to the shower door. A slight humming song reached her ears, making her smile as she realised Artemis was distracted.

She risked opening the door a crack to peep at the moon goddess, who was arching her back as she stood beneath her hot shower.

Asteria swallowed the saliva in her mouth.

She had always known Artemis was sexy, even more so than even Aphrodite, but damn.

The moon goddess' slick, dripping wet, lush auburn hair cascaded down her arched back as she faced upwards, turning her face to the showerhead with her eyes closed, her hands scrubbing her body vigorously. Soap bubbles and foam made her pale skin even paler, glistening with water cascading down her smooth, creamy skin. Her ass looked like a delicious heavenly pillow, crisscrossed by dark scarlet ribbons that were her restraints, like a wrapped gift preparing to be opened. Now that all the mud had been washed away, the angry red shade of her pale bubble butt became apparent. Her soft, inviting cheeks, like two forbidden fruits from a divine tree, pressed tightly together, hiding her undoubtedly tight asshole from view.

Comparing the state in which Artemis had returned to the state in which she was now, Asteria found it hard to dismiss the notion of her being gangbanged by Percy with as much ease as she had done before.

Being careful, and trying not to alert the ever-vigilant Huntress of her presence in the shower with her, she tiptoed closer, mustering up all the stealth skills she had and praying desperately to Percy.

"Mmph!" Artemis' scream was muffled as she was assaulted from behind, her body pressed to the shower wall by her assailant. Her wide silver eyes found blonde hair and the ever mischievous sky blue eyes of her twin, making her writhe and struggle in her grasp.

Her mind took a few moments to comprehend the position they were in.

Her entire body pressed to Asteria's intimately, and she realised that her twin was as naked as her. Their smooth skin rubbed together, pale milky and tanned chocolate, aided by the hot water that continued to cascade down on the two. Artemis' back and ass rubbed against the glass wall of the shower behind her as Asteria held her captive, her wrists in the latter's surprisingly strong grasp. Her blonde hair darkened as it dampened, matching Artemis' damp auburn. Asteria's luscious thighs wrapped around her waist, preventing her from struggling too much as the sun goddess pressed herself to her sister.

Artemis' mind short-circuited when she realised that the sun goddess' lips were pressed against hers in a passionate, though chaste kiss to rival Percy. Somewhat ashamed, she had to concede that her soft, full lips felt great against hers, gently caressing her bruised, abused lips with a loving gentleness that was lost in Percy's insatiable hunger. She didn't mind the sun goddess' honey and chocolate taste, either. Their massive tits mashed together in a soft mass of cloudy, milky flesh that anyone would die for. Artemis shivered as she felt her nipples drag against her sister's skin, mentally chastising herself for feeling pleasure. Asteria's slim stomach pressed against the moon goddess' bloated stomach, and she groaned into the kiss as she felt the cum sloshing around in her womb press against her insides painfully.

"Wha-what are you doing?" Artemis stuttered through a heavy golden blush. Despite the pleasure and bliss she felt, the taboos of the situation were not lost upon her. She was one of the few Olympians to speak up against incest, though it did not really have any effect among immortals, or even mortals and immortals.

"Trying to help you." Asteria stuttered through a similar blush.

Before Artemis had a chance to answer, Asteria had slithered down her body to kneel between her legs. Both girls were blushing cutely at their positions, as Asteria glanced up lustfully from between her legs.

Asteria stared up at her sister with azure eyes rapidly darkening with lust, her blonde hair dark and damp. Water trickled down her gorgeous, divine face making her dark, chocolate skin glisten. Her dark, curly eyelashes fluttered sexily up at her sister as a silly grin blossomed on her face. She chewed on her full, pink, bottom lip, as if deciding what to do. Her slim, curvy figure looked perfect kneeling between her legs, her thick, luscious thighs glistening as they were pressed together tightly to hide her pink pussy from view. Her massive basketball-sized tits, slightly larger than hers, formed an impressive rack that caught all the water dripping from their bodies. Her delicious cleavage was inviting and luring, offering a tight, warm space between two comfortable pillows of firm flesh that hugged Asteria's chest tightly even without a bra. Her large, rosy nipples were erect and dark with arousal, two pebbles of hard, sensitive flesh on the smooth globes of her boobs. Water dripped from her large, pink nipples to drip in the pool forming in her lap. From Artemis' height, she could clearly see her curvy bubble butt resting on her dainty ankles, glimpsing her slim stomach leading to curvy, childbearing hips. Despite her best attempts, the moon goddess could not but be jealous of her sister's perfect tan which coloured her skin chocolate perfectly contrasting the bright blonde golden of her luscious hair.

Artemis covered her mouth with her hand to muffle her moans as Asteria went to work between her thighs, undoing the straps holding the dildo in her pussy in place deep in her cunt. Her small, deft hands worked wonders as ribbon after ribbon came undone, the deep scarlet peeling from her pale skin, making Artemis sigh in relief as her restraints came off.

She had to wait longer, however, as Asteria pressed her palm tightly to the now free dildo, ensuring that it did not leave her cunt.

Artemis rolled her hips impatiently, a cute frown marring her features. "What are you waiting for? Take the damn thing off!"

The sun goddess grinned, something which Artemis did not like one bit. "This is going to be fun."

"What are you tal- OH FUCK!" She screamed in ecstasy and bliss as the dildo.... was not removed, rather literally shot out of her pussy from sheer fluid pressure. It hit the marble floor of the shower with a wet thwap, and Artemis screamed again as she orgasmed, her hands clawing futilely against the glass walls of the shower as her thighs trembled.

The moon goddess watched through half-lidded eyes as Asteria closed her eyes, another, silly, blissful smile etched on her face as her body was splattered with cum spurting from her pussy, aided by Artemis' own climax.

Asteria moaned as she felt her face and chest getting splattered with the lewd, musky mixture of Artemis' and Percy's warm orgasmic fluids. Her pink lips parted involuntarily as she panted in arousal, allowing her to catch some of the mixture in her mouth. The sun goddess moaned again in pleasure as her taste buds went ablaze in a haze of lust at all the tangy, delicious tastes invading her overwhelmed senses.

She cracked an eye open through the thick mask of cum painting her face white, to see a veritable waterfall of thick jizz gushing from Artemis' gaping pussy.

Not being able to contain herself anymore and seeking more of the fluids, she pressed her face to Artemis' gushing slit, to get her drink directly from the tap.

Her lips latched around her sister's cunt as she sucked hard, eagerly drinking the continuous stream of juices gushing from her womb, as her horribly bloated midsection slowly deflated back to her normal toned stomach. Making lewd, audible gulps as she drank the cocktail of orgasmic juices that she was more than definitely addicted to, Asteria batted her curly eyelashes up at her sister, not at all fazed by their position.

Artemis looked cute, she thought.

The moon goddess' lustful, hazy silver eyes were half-lidded as she stole glances at Asteria sucking on her pussy, a perennial golden blush dusting her shoulders, neck and cheeks golden. She then arched her back, staring at the ceiling as she bit down hard on her soft palm, trying to stifle the stream of pleasured moans and groans threatening to escape her. Her pussy walls clenched at random intervals as she orgasmed again and again.

Squirting Percy's hot, thick cum out of her wasn't even comparable to being stuffed full, but Artemis decided grudgingly to settle for it for the time being.

Asteria continued munching on her pussy, her tongue probing her gaping insides in search of any remnants of the delicious cocktail that had once occupied her cunt. Her tongue roughly lashed across Artemis' sore clit as she continued to suck on her pussy, in a futile effort to recreate Percy's higher-than-god level at pussy munching.

Of course, the sun goddess did not even come anything close, judging from Artemis' immediately lack of reaction.

She eagerly pressed her face deeper into her sister's slick glistening cunt, smearing the cum splattering her face all over her pussy, clit and inner thighs as she tried to gather the last shreds of cum in her mouth.

Standing back up, she grabbed Artemis' chin roughly in an effort to emulate Percy's aggressive actions, and pressed her lips back to hers in a searing kiss, this time including tongue.

What turned out was a sloppy kiss thanks to Artemis' inexperience, but Asteria did not mind. The two goddesses kissed and cum swapped, their tongues visibly tangling with each other's in an effort to fight for Percy's cum, a losing fight for Artemis. Neither of the goddesses minded the cum escaping their lips to stain their chins and splatter their heaving chests. Their tits mashed together, a heavenly pillow of cloudy flesh, their two different skin tones blending together perfectly, splattered and slick with their mutual lover's thick, white seed.

The two goddesses broke away, breathlessly staring at each other.

"We need to thank Percy for this."

"You think Percy will be up for a threesome sometime?"

The two statements were simultaneously making the two twins giggle.

"Artemis..." Asteria's eyes softened, "We drifted apart when I was Apollo. The two of us have several millennia of affection to make up. Percy planned all this. He put us together, and now," she hugged Artemis gently, "It's my time to show my little sis how much I love you."

"I'm older," Artemis said, more out of habit than anything.

"Pfft. As if I care. We are both the same age when we are bent over getting out brains fucked out by Percy. I can't wait." She tried to be dismissive.

"You don't have any shame, do you?" Artemis asked, eyeballing Asteria's lewd, erotic body, splattered in different parts with Percy's cum, put on full display for her to see.

"Shame, what's that?" Asteria grinned, before her eyes turned to the dildo lying forgotten on the floor of the shower. "Hmm, that dildo's just the exact size and shape as Percy's cock." She observed, staring at the monstrous thirteen-inch dildo, as large as her forearm.

"How do you know?"

Asteria flashed her a grin. "I memorized it during my night in his bed." Her eyes then wandered, and she stepped closer to the moon goddess, making Artemis back up a step. She cursed when her back pressed up against the wall of the shower.

Asteria laid her hand on Artemis' stomach.

"You still have some cum in here." She observed, something that the moon goddess did not refute, seeing as she could still feel her intestines full of the thick fluid, thanks to the butt plug, which had yet to be taken off.

Asteria shot her a grin, something which, again, Artemis regarded with suspicion. "We have an exact copy of Percy's cock, and his cum."

"What do you want to say?"

"I'll train you in the art of sex. I'm sure everyone on the island has much more sexual skill than you." She boasted proudly. "Of course, I and Aphrodite are on the top of the charts, so.... unless you want to learn how to pleasure Percy properly from Aphrodite..."

Artemis rapidly shook her head, making her wet auburn locks whip from side to side.

Asteria shot her a grin, "I thought so."

"You'll be Percy's favourite fucktoy in no time, Arty!"

Chapter 41: Calypso's Clothes: Part 1

Time: One Day After Getting a Garage

Percy smiled as his dark sea-green eyes followed Calypso's bouncing, giddy form as she skipped down the street. Ignoring all the hungry and jealous stares directed at the- no, his- undoubtedly divine Titaness, Percy laughed out loud, being tugged hastily towards the mall. "Ha, wait up Moonlace!"

He called after her, using his nickname for the Titaness.

"I can't!" She called back, her almond eyes flashing briefly towards him in barely concealed irritation. "Why are you so slow?"

And she whirled around in an elegant swirl of pearly white, shining fabric to continue down the path, never relenting her iron grip on the Dark god's wrist.

She did not, however, maintain that pace for long.

Like a child exposed to the world for the first time, she fluttered from place to place, akin to a bee fluttering from flower to flower. At one point, she would just gawk at the towering glass and concrete skyscrapers overhead, comparing them to the tall trees of the lush forest of her island. She hugged Percy's arm tightly, scared by the roaring vehicles that zoomed past her like rampaging beasts of old, leaving a horrible smoke that choked the goddess, who had never been used to such pollution.

She would smile and pat a child on the head, a bright smile etched on her face, while the next moment, her attention would be caught by some flashing screen somewhere. And when she had been bored by that, she would join Percy in petting the stray dog that had wandered over to them.

Percy sighed, the smile on his face yet to recede as he watched Calypso play with the dog, rolling it over on its back so that she could scratch its tummy. The dog's tongue lolled out of the corner of its mouth as it panted in the heat of downtown Manhattan, its ears flapping around as it tried to lick her hand.

Letting his beautiful Titaness play with the dog for a bit longer, Percy leaned against a lamppost, his jaw leisurely working on the piece of chewing gum in his mouth.

He looked up at the sky, met with an oppressive weather after so long at Ogygia's untouched, pure atmosphere. The sky was not visible, being blocked out by smoke and noxious fumes. The endless grey plain that he saw did not have a shred of resemblance to the stormy grey, tropical sky he had been used to. The breeze was almost nonexistent in the cage of concrete and glass, whatever he got was smoke from a car's exhaust. His customized Sabaton playlist blasting in his ears was the only thing keeping him from the unyielding chaos of the mortal world that he so longed to leave behind.

It reminded him too much of the time he had spent fighting for his life as a teen in three wars, which had happened too soon. The smoke, the hidden sky, the roaring sounds.... Percy tried to keep his breath even, as he closed his eyes, trying to concentrate only on the kickass guitar solo in his ears.

Despite his best efforts, he could feel his pulse quickening, his muscles tense in anticipation of an assault.

He flinched as he felt a soft, small hand entangle itself in his larger paw, and he carefully pried his sea-green eyes open, already having put up a false facade of cool emotions.

Seemingly nonchalant sea-green met concerned amber, and Percy could not but flinch at the ease with which Calypso read all his emotions. Sometimes, he swore, that woman could read him almost as well as Annabeth.

"Another panic attack, Percy?"

He winced at her voice, feeling sorry for having worried her. "It's nothing, Calypso. Just zoned out there for a moment."

Feeling something wet and damp press itself to his palm, he looked down to find the stray pressing its cold nose into his hand, offering comfort.

"Do not think you can lie to me, Percy."

"Fine, fine, sheesh woman, cut me some slack." Her glare did not lessen. "Fine, I'm sorry. It just happened, can we forget about it now?"

She stared at him for some more moments.

"I love you, Percy." She muttered, burying her face into his chest, her slender arms going around his torso, pinning his arms to his sides with surprising strength.

Percy just stood there dumbstruck for some moments, before he acknowledged her words. "I-I l-love you to-too, M-Moonla-lace." He stuttered.

Calypso broke their hug, holding him at an arm's length to check him over.

Her smoking hot Dark god stood a fair bit taller than most people at six foot five, with a perfectly sculpted, chiselled, lean body without an ounce of fat anywhere. His golden, perfectly tanned skin glistened with slight sweat, small scars marring the relative smoothness of the skin. His dark features were so sharp that she felt like she could cut herself open, the shadows falling across his face making him look more like the Dark, dangerous deity that he was. Equally mysterious and dark, sea-green eyes shone with emotion from the shadows hiding his face. His perfectly kissable lips were curled upwards in a genuine smile, his messy raven locks lost in the shadows of the Sabaton hoodie he wore.

She felt a hot golden blush creep up her neck as she checked out her very own delectable piece of hotness, her lips trembling as she tried to contain her urge to devour those annoying lips and wipe that smile which left her constantly hot and bothered.

"You seriously need to tone down your obsession with that metal band." She tried not to stutter as she stared at the object her of her desires, the object of her dreams. The object which all her imaginative musings centred around, her only companion through weary days of loneliness.

Calypso stood on her tiptoes, and tilting Percy's hood back, kissed his jaw. Her full, soft pink lips pressed softly to a small scar on his sharply defined jaw, grazing the dark stubble that he religiously maintained on his chin and jaw. Her lips lingered for some moments longer on the scar tissue, the only patch of somewhat smooth skin on his scratchy lower face.

But she did not mind. On the contrary, it was an unofficial, unanimous decision among the girls at Ogygia, and according to Aphrodite, all the girls who lusted after him, which was to say, all the girls that he knew except his mother, that he looked a hundred times sexier with his signature slight stubble.

Her mind wandered to the rapid thumping of his heart beating against his ribcage, and she smiled into her kiss, gleeful for the effect she had on him.

Realising that she had been kissing his jaw for longer than was appropriate in public, and also, suddenly painfully aware of the stares she was getting, Calypso broke away, with a deep golden blush painting her face brighter than a pile of drachmas.

Percy glanced around at the people staring at them resentfully, though he could not really blame them. He was doing a perfect Nico di Angelo cosplay, complete with a black hoodie that shadowed most of his face, making him look like a complete emo, who just had a panic attack. And he was with a bubbly ball of energy, who glowed brighter than the sun with a perpetual smile on her beautiful face.

The typical extrovert adopting an introvert story.

Percy stared at the Titaness fidgeting nervously in front of him, his hands shoved into his pockets. She meekly looked up at him with innocent amber eyes, wondering if she had done something wrong, trying to coax a smile out of him.

Percy's dark sea-green eyes could not concentrate on one thing for long, instead wandering over her beautiful features. Soft caramel hair that was the envy of many girls in the street, was let down for once. Accompanied by pale, creamy skin that was just the perfect skin tone in the lighter half of the spectrum, she looked every inch the beautiful Titaness she was. Her small cute button nose, the small dimples every time she smiled, her soft pink lips stretching across her face to show her bright, shining teeth. The only make-up she wore was dark, black eyeliner that she had been forced to wear by Aphrodite, the dark ink only serving to bring out her shining amber eyes in every beautiful aspect, with perfect contrast.

She was, thankfully, wearing slightly more conservative clothes than her usual attire. The white dress was the staple, sweeping down to her calves in an elaborate shower of fine, white silk and cotton, with golden trimmings that shimmered in the light. It hugged her body perfectly, bringing out all the sexy, feminine curves that she had, accentuated by the golden belt around her slim waist. The dress dipped down a bit to show a bit of her cleavage, and her lower back was covered with fine lace. A pair of brown, fine leather gladiator sandals covered her feet, the intricate patchwork of straps going up to her mid-calf to meet the fringe of her dress.

Percy could only be thankful that Aphrodite had had the presence of mind to provide her with some appropriate underwear.

Percy's fingers itched to rip the dress apart and take her, right then and there. Her untainted innocence was grating on his nerves, but in a good way- constantly egging him on to take advantage of her, to see those wide amber eyes water as she choked-

Yeah, he was gonna stop right there.

Percy winced as he felt his cock stirring in the uncomfortably tight restraints of his boxers.

"Are you really okay, Percy? We can go back if you want. I won't mind." She asked him again, her eyes shining with worry. She had noticed his wince, but fortunately, had mistaken it for something else.

The Dark god waved aside her concerns, smiling at her as he tried to conceal the blood rushing to his face, with somewhat success.

The fact that Calypso was a really dangerous Titaness crossed his mind, making him smirk internally at the innocent goddess, who had managed to unknowingly trap him in her charms.

Outwardly, he smiled at her, before his hand finally emerged from his pocket.

"A sweet flower for my beautiful lady." He twirled the dark, blood-red rose in his deft fingers, before offering it to her. He had found it growing on a crack in the middle of the sidewalk, but somehow, despite all the dust and smoke, the flower was as fresh as could be, at par with the rose bushes of Calypso's personal garden.

He observed that the rose was just like Calypso, maintaining its beauty despite its isolation in a harsh climate. The petals were as soft as her skin, the smell as invigorating as the Titaness' sweet scent. Its beauty as beautiful as the Titaness, in both mind and body, its stem as prickly as her fierce protectiveness for her family.

She giggled at his voice, "Thank you, good sir." She imitated the speech patterns of snobbish, aristocratic society.

The two cracked up, Percy internally glad that she had not commented on his cheesy choice of words.

Smiling, Calypso tucked the rose into her hair, the deep scarlet going beautifully with her caramel hair.

Percy smiled at her, extending his hand for her to take. "Now, my lady, that looks more proper on you."

He looked around for the stray dog he had been absentmindedly petting, only to find that it had slipped away unnoticed sometime.

Percy shrugged, before directing Calypso to the Manhattan mall, pausing only to buy themselves some chocolate.

The Manhattan mall was a grand structure, a tower of glass and concrete towering over the other towers of glass and concrete. It was almost as large as their mansion, with massive glass windows that reflected the sun, allowing them to catch a glimpse of the crowds of people bustling inside. The sound of the shoppers, all busy as bees during summer, was deafening after the months of relative solitude, millennia for the Titaness. Several advertisements and neon signs stuck out of windows, a colourful jumble of civilization's finest.

Calypso hurriedly attached herself to Percy's side, hugging his arm tightly, after they had been separated for a minimal security check.

Percy patted her head comfortingly, making Calypso glare at him heatedly.

She expertly tried to cover her internal mewling at being patted by her lover, desperately trying to distract herself. "So, where should we go first?"

Her voice held an excited edge to it as her eyes darted from shop to shop like a child at Christmas, and Percy could almost feel her vibrating as she clung to him.

The two immortals weaved through the crowds expertly thanks to Percy's ample experience with the mall, and he could navigate without having to check for directions. "First, we will go and get some alcohol, preferably high-quality wine and all that, for stocking the bars, both on the yacht and in the dining room.... which I emptied. Also, beers for game nights- very important."

"Pfft." Calypso made a bored sound as he dragged her towards the alcohol section. "That's the only thing you remember, isn't it?"

"No, it isn't!" Percy protested vehemently. "I also remember stopping at Gamestop and buying two new controllers! We are also low on chocolate, ice cream and cereal!"

He looked serious, making Calypso roll her eyes. "And last time I was here, I saw a limited edition Disney Underwater set plushies for The Little Mermaid, Finding Nemo and Finding Dory. We need to try and get that because the last time, I ran out of money." He said solemnly.

"Percy....." Calypso warned, "Is that all you remember?"

"No!" He shook his head frantically at her glare. "I also remember buying Portugal jerseys for the Euro-" Calypso's glare turned up a notch, "I mean clothes for you, and-" He lowered his voice so that only Calypso could hear him, "-and I will have to buy sexy swimsuits and lingerie for my beautiful girls. Personally, I don't see the point, since I would always prefer it if you walk around naked, but...."

Calypso's glare did not lessen, despite the furious golden blush on her face, "Sh-shut up, Percy." She finally turned away from him, and Percy was sure that she had come dangerously close to fainting, judging from the steam coming out of her golden-tinged ears. "Let's just go and get the other shopping done."

"Alright." Percy sighed, obediently bringing out an enormous list from his pocket.

Two hours later, Calypso was as energetic as ever, and if Percy did not know any better, he would say she was more energetic than she was when they started out. Meanwhile, he was panting like the dog he had petted outside, while trying to push three shopping carts together, each packed to the brim with a variety of items.

He did not understand why they insisted on getting those stuff when the island could just summon whatever they needed.

But, he was grateful for a break, pushing the three carts towards the end of a long line of carts, and joined the exhausted boyfriends at the small arcade, as their girlfriends buzzed through the clothes shop next door.

"Percy!"

"Just wait a minute- I'm on a streak- What are you doing?!" He wailed as Calypso dragged him forcefully towards the trial rooms, stomping her feet indignantly as she dropped all pretences of politeness to express her frustration.

"Geez, woman, what is it?" He tried to slow her down as she shoved ANOTHER cart into his hands, this one brimming with clothes of all kinds, before disappearing into a trial room.

When she re-emerged, he lost whatever breath he had managed to catch.

Percy wolf-whistled, not being able to resist expressing his bottled lust for her anymore.

Calypso was wearing a tomboyish biker outfit, as the one Nemesis wore, but this one was made of leather instead of latex. Silver studs shined on her dark leather jacket, going perfectly with her black shirt. Silver-studded combat boots and fingerless black gloves completed the look. Calypso had thrown her hair over her right shoulder, holding the rose he had given her earlier between her teeth as she struck a pose, putting her hands behind her head to jut out her chest and ass provocatively. Her amber eyes, with black eyeliner, were rapidly darkening with lust that made him growl, and right then, the only thing that the bright and innocent Calypso needed to look more punk than Thalia was some black lipstick.

The clothes clung tightly to her body, accentuating her appreciable, massive assets and perfect, round bubble butt, the feminine curves of her wide, childbearing hips and luscious thighs contrasted by her flat stomach. Every inch of her creamy skin, every subtle curve, was revealed by the tight, black leather clothes, her collar let open to reveal a bit of her delicious cleavage.

And before he knew it, the old, bright and innocent Calypso was back in front of him, breaking him out of his daydreaming of what he was going to do to her.

She smirked devilishly, gently snapping his jaw shut with her soft, nimble index finger. "You're drooling." She sounded gleeful at the fact.

Percy took some time to regain his composure, wiping the drool with the sleeve of his hoodie.

"I think we should go to Victoria's Secret next," Calypso spoke solemnly, remembering Aphrodite's wise words of advice.

Percy almost had a heart attack when she mentioned that he'll hellhole of a shop. He did not mind girls wearing lingerie, he preferred not having to shop for their lingerie. He shuddered, remembering his first venture to the shop with Annabeth.

"We'll go there last, alright Moonlace? Best for last." He smiled weakly, silently praying that she forgot all about it by the time they were done with shopping and lunch.

"Okay, then, where to next?" Calypso asked cheerfully as she skipped and bounced around Percy, purposefully unmindful of his struggle with four shopping carts.

"This way. To the alcohol section." He grunted.

"Alright!" She pumped her fist in the air, walking forward, leaving the struggling Dark god behind as she marched forward, taking some time for herself to absorb all the sights and sounds around her. "Mortals have advanced so much..." she mused, before stopping abruptly.

"Percy, is that shop named Al Capone's Al Cohol?" She asked incredulously, turning to look at her companion.... only to find four abandoned shopping carts where he should have been.

She groaned.

Getting a mall attendant to look after their carts, mainly because she did not fancy having to lug them along with her wherever she went, Calypso went searching for, according to Athena's ever accurate observations, the incorrigible man child.

She had barely begun wandering aimlessly around the mall for ten seconds, when she learnt of his location.

"I'll take your entire stock!" The shouted order in a familiar voice, that echoed and reverberated through the entire mall, over the bustling of the innumerable customers, was hard to miss.

Calypso groaned as she thought of whatever mess he had gotten himself into this time, as she began running towards the direction from which his shout had come from.

She skidded to a halt before a shop, to which, for some reason, all males seemed to gravitate towards.

She read the name of the shop, written in big block letters.

LEGO®️

Chapter 42: Calypso's Clothes: Part 2

Time: That Night

"Gah! I'm full!" Calypso made a satisfied sound as she collapsed onto the bed, burying into the sheets with a silly smile on her face.

Percy smirked at her as he shut the door behind him. "What are you even doing in my room?"

He had a very good idea of what she was doing there.

She flipped around to lie on her stomach, swinging her legs childishly as she looked at him. "Just chilling around."

"I didn't know you knew the meaning of chilling around."

"Pfft. Says the person who bought the entire store of Lego." She gave a pointed glance to the massive heap of surprisingly organized toys meant for kids.

Toys that every sensible man with any standard is addicted to.

"Hey! Keep the Legos out of this!" Percy protested, snapping his fingers and transferring all his new acquisitions.... somewhere secret for safekeeping.

Let me back up a bit.

Unfortunately, after they had had lunch at the mall, Calypso had not forgotten about visiting Victoria's Secret. Percy was in full-on PANIK mode.

Percy blamed Aphrodite for this.

But fortunately, Calypso's divine face was as golden as his when they stepped inside. His mood lessened to KALM mode.

And then, she meekly stole a shopping basket and moved down the isles in search of appropriate articles of clothing. EXTREM PANIK.

And, then, with all their shopping done, and half the stuff in the mall towing behind them in innumerable shopping carts that Percy had to use his godly strength to pull, the couple had stumbled back into Ogygia at sunset.

Immediately, they had been assaulted by everyone on the island, and after a few hours of explanations and calming down, everything was in its proper place. Except for a few sets of Lego which he had to, however reluctantly, give to Rose and Violet, thanks to everyone's glaring. He was only thankful that Neo didn't share their enthusiasm for Legos.

After the couple had taken a much-needed shower, they had a relatively calm and peaceful dinner, with the twins showering their big brother with love, praise and kisses (platonic of course).

"Can't I hang around in your room?" Calypso asked in an innocent voice, knowing the effect it had on Percy. She stared at him as she laid upside down on the bed, her long caramel hair touching the tiled marble floor. Her amber eyes were large and teary as her glistening pink lips trembled.

Percy stifled a predatory growl in his throat, pointedly looking away from the dangerous seductress, as he moved to the desk in his room, feeling up for another shower before bed.

"Yes, you can." His answer was short, as he tried to stifle the lustful, predatory instincts rearing up inside him, ready to rip into the innocent Titaness.

"And where are you going?" She asked, rolling around in his sheets as she followed his movements with her eyes.

"......Another shower." Percy took his hoodie, which he had carelessly deposited in the chair, and walked into his closet, searching for a spare hanger for the hoodie, Hestia's rebukes still fresh on his mind.

"Didn't you take one already?" Calypso called from outside the closet.

"There is nothing as too many showers." Percy returned, eager for the touch of the warm water again. And more prominently, to relieve the raging boner which he had been fighting with the entire day.

He did not understand.

The raging, insatiable libido that he had would seem a blessing for the women he slept with, but it was the greatest curse he had ever faced. The almost constant erection painfully constrained in his enchanted boxers was torturous. He had jerked off thrice, only three hours ago, in the shower. And now.... it was back up.

Percy gathered the towel from the closet and moved towards the bathroom, not caring for the Titaness rolling around childishly and messing up his bed.

Calypso pouted at being ignored, before she excitedly sprinted back to her room.

Percy sighed as he stood naked before the mirror, the sink running to fill the basin. The cold air of the bathroom assaulted his skin, making him shiver slightly as goosebumps ran up his skin. His clothes sat in a neat pile in a basket just outside the shower. A slight breeze blew in through the open window, making the naked Dark god shiver slightly as he splashed his face with the cold water in the basin.

Percy sighed as he leaned back, fully examining himself in the mirror. His finger came up to touch the scar right beneath his jaw, where he had stabbed himself. From there, it wandered to the small scars lining his stubble darkened jaw and chin. His other hand came up to touch a massive, star-shaped scar right below his ribcage, his dark, sea-green eyes following his hands as they wandered over all the scars littered across his body. His left thumb followed a scar tracing his hipbone, feeling the bumpy patch of scar tissue beneath his finger.

Percy sighed, bringing his arms back up to stare at the intricate patchwork of organized scars and cuts that messed up his forearms. It was a surprise anyone was attracted to this body.

He chalked it up to his lean, masculine body with no fat at all, and just the right amount of muscle. A broad chest packed with muscles led to chiselled, sculpted abs and a slim waist with prominent hipbones.

Percy felt a hollow smile curl his lips in a cruel irony as he stared at the scar riddled body that he had once prided himself in.

He had become disillusioned, having come a long way since then.

His eyes wandered to the razor sitting on a stand in the basin, the same razor that had given him most of the cuts on his forearms. A little nick while shaving was a thing of the distant past now, when Chiron had slowly taught the upstart, hyperactive demigod how to shave.

Percy sighed, squirting some of the expensive, sweet-smelling shaving cream onto the brush as he prepared to rid himself of the stubble that he constantly let grow, out of sheer laziness.

Calypso's heart thumped anxiously against her ribs as she stood outside Percy's bathroom, pressing her ear to the door to catch an inkling of whatever was going on inside.

She sighed as she heard the sink turn off as the shower finally turned on, finally moving back from the door.

The Titaness moved to Percy's walk-in closet, and stood in front of the full-length mirror he had inside.

She checked her reflection, trying to make sure that everything was alright for her attempt at seducing her long time crush.

She had probably chosen the most expensive, and the most skimpy lingerie in the entire mall for herself.

Mainly because it did not have fabric at all.

The 'lingerie', which was definitely out of the price range of normal people, was composed entirely of solid gold.

Her caramel hair was let down, falling in a waterfall of gentle curls, cascading past her shoulders to her mid-back. The scarlet rose he had given her earlier was tucked behind her ear. The lingerie she was wearing consisted of an intricate patchwork of gold jewellery, held together by fine gold chains.

It started with a black velvet choker around her neck, with a silver circlet where the chains of her lingerie were connected. She assumed more chains could be connected to it, for 'when her master wanted to go for walks' according to the writing on the package. The two gold chains from the choker on her neck led to two gold nipple circlets fastened around her erect nubs of sensitive flesh- two pieces of gold that were like rings for her nipples, fastening around the flesh so that she was comfortable. The two nipple rings were connected by an intricate strip of gold chain that was like a necklace of sorts, studded with pearls and small diamonds, nestled over her cleavage. The end of the golden necklace led to two chains that connected to the waist chain resting snugly around her slim waist. Several more chains of gold sprang from the waist chain, forming a frilly sort of skirt, that was supposed to 'cover' her crotch and ass. Besides that, there were gold bracelets on her hands, which were more like handcuffs connected by a long length of golden chain, attached to the choker around her neck.

Calypso's opinion was that she looked sexy in the lingerie, which was surprisingly strong for something so fine, fragile and delicate looking, made from pure gold.

She had washed away all her makeup, and had gone back to her completely natural look, which, if anything, increased her beauty manifold. Her amber eyes shined as she looked over the expensive, fanciful 'garment' she had purchased. Her pink lips were stretched in a beautiful smile, her perfect teeth shining brightly. The golden chains on her body glinted beautifully. Calypso smiled- the gold would look better if she had been tanned slightly, it would look perfect on Asteria or Piper's golden tanned skin.

Still, she could not but feel pride in the way the gold moulded against every curve of her body, as if it was tailor-made for someone like her. Her perfect, smooth milky skin glowed with happiness, and Calypso examined her erect nipples eagerly, wondering how Percy would play with her massive tits. Her hands ran along her smooth, flat stomach to run along the ridges of the waist chain hanging around her waist, and she twisted her head to take a look at her ass, unmindful of her admirable flexibility as she watched the golden chains rest against her sizeable, bubble butt, cool and smooth against her soft, sensitive skin.

Jolting out of her thoughts, Calypso tiptoed back to the bathroom, praying that she had not just spent too much time in Percy's closet stupidly admiring herself when she could have been seducing him.

Shooting a final prayer to Aphrodite, and nervously adjusting her hair and lingerie for the last time, though nothing was amiss, Calypso put a confident smile on her face to hide the anxiety welling up inside her, gnawing at her stomach and making her feel queasy.

What would Percy think of her? Would he think she was a slut for barging into the bathroom wearing that? Would he even like her?

She shook her head, everyone, and she meant everyone, had comforted her that Percy would love her.

Millennia of insecurity and rejection welled up inside her as she finally prepared to confront her crush, the person who could make a smile bloom on her face just by his mere presence, the person who could make her feel emotions she had never felt before with anyone. Butterflies fluttered in her stomach as she laid her hand on the door handle, ready to take a leap of faith.

Taking a deep breath, Calypso pushed the door open, entering the bathroom with an extra sway in her hips, jutting her hips out with every step, a confident, sultry smirk hiding her nervousness.

The bathroom was large, though that was to be expected, given that everything in the house was large. Right in front of the door was a sink, with razors and shaving equipment, recently used, judging by the water glistening on them.

The shower was still on, a large glass cubicle the size of a small apartment bedroom, its walls translucent and misted over. Calypso's heart unbelievably picked up its pace even more as she spied snippets of Percy's naked body through the translucent glass.

"Having fun, Percy?" She asked, trying her best to strut up to him with all the skill that Aphrodite or Drew possessed.

Her amber eyes danced with glee as she watched the Dark god jump in fright, looking around at her. He almost slipped on the wet, slippery floor but regained his balance, grasping the safety rail that was there just for this reason.

"Fuck, you gave me a heart attack, Calypso", he panted, clutching his heart, "Fuck, wait.... the fuck you are doing here.... Cal.... Calyps.."

His words died in his throat as the Titaness closed the distance between them, finally abandoning her failing lustful act to opt for what she knew better.

Calypso stood barely inches away from his naked, wet body, not minding the hot water that dampened her body, running down her smooth, pale skin, dripping from her nipples, the gold jewellery that comprised her lingerie tinkling like small bells. Her hands clasped behind her back, as she subtly thrust her chest forward, allowing the shower to hit her massive tits directly.

She leaned closer to him, her pink bottom lip jutting out slightly as her wide amber eyes shined with innocent curiosity.

She internally did a small happy dance as she saw Percy's eyes trail over her body, following the water streaming down her smooth skin, his throbbing cock twitching uncontrollably at her innocent facade.

Percy seemed to have lost his ability of speech temporarily, his mouth opening and closing like a flapping goldfish.

She giggled, gently snapping his drooling mouth shut, before trailing her fingers onto his smooth jaw, gently raking his scarred skin with her nails, which looked perfectly manicured, even though she had never really done anything. A cute frown appeared on her face.

"You shaved." She commented, referring to the absence of the perpetual stubble that everyone had gotten used to, darkening his chin and jaw. "I like you with your beard -or is it stubble- more."

And just like the time at the mall, Percy snapped back to reality, though he was considerably different than before.

"What are you doing here, Calypso?" His voice was deep and husky, with an aggressive edge to it.

She shivered, trying her best to hide her arousal as she hugged Percy. "Taking a shower with you."

"And what are you wearing?"

She broke the hug briefly to glance down at her 'dress'.

"It's my new swimsuit for you, don't you like it?" She asked with a cute frown, looking back at the Dark God.

He cocked a devilish, able-to-make-girls-cum smirk for her, as he allowed his sea-green eyes, rapidly darkening with barely concealed lust, to roam over her exposed body blatantly without shame.

A healthy golden blush coloured her cheeks as Percy ogled her. Calypso's heart hammered in her chest, and she could not but feel exposed, vulnerable and nervous.

She wanted this, no, she needed him badly.

With the smirk still plastered on his face, and feeling no shame at all at having his oversized horse cock in full view of the Titaness, Percy reached up and made her squeak cutely as he tweaked her nipple, getting a good feel of her gold nipple rings and her hard, sensitive nub of flesh. "Hmm... these sure do look tasty, Calypso. Do you mind if I have a taste?"

Her face set aflame as Percy continued to play with her nipples and nipple rings, Calypso buried her hot face in the crook of his neck. She moaned softly at the feeling, her lips brushing his smooth skin. The golden blush crept down her neck to tinge her creamy shoulders gold as she tried to hide herself, hugging Percy tightly to make him stop playing with her sensitive nipples.

The plan backfired.

Calypso's blush impossibly escalated several shades of bright gold to the point it made the Big Bang look dull.

The reason?

She felt Percy's cock.... quite intimately with the hug. His heavy balls, full of thick, potent cum was nestled against her thighs, and his strong slab of ridged, vein riddled meat, as long and thick as her entire arm was pressed against her stomach. She felt lustful heat from the cumduct along the bottom of his appendage, as large as the average godly cock according to Aphrodite, and it served only to make her wetter, and to fan the needy inferno raging in the pit of her stomach. Even though the length of his cock started from the same height as her thighs, the tip had disappeared somewhere in her cleavage, having travelled the entire length of her stomach, and making the couple moan at the warm, pleasurable feeling of having Percy's cock between Calypso's heavenly pillows. She felt like she was hugging a warmed metal rod, hot and unyielding as it pressed and throbbed against her smooth, flat stomach, and bringing her heights of pleasure that even her long masturbation sessions during lonely nights could not bring.

Percy smirked at Calypso's embarrassed blush, and decided to fan it some more. "You know, little flower, you could have just asked me nicely if you wanted to hug my cock so badly, and I would have gladly let you."

She broke the hug, stuttering incomprehensibly, her blush deepening at his new nickname for her.

Percy sighed at the embarrassed Titaness repeatedly apologizing to him.

Deciding not to respond to her apologies, Percy took another way, his smart, hyperactive brain, wiser than Athena in some selective matters, was already formulating a plan.

Calypso found a bottle of shampoo shoved into her hands.

"If you are gonna join me in the shower, you better make yourself useful." He threatened, taking glee in the way she rushed to carry out his order.

Percy turned to stare at the showerhead, turning off the water as he waited.

The Titaness bustled to carry out his order, before halting as she saw the obvious flaw. Percy was too tall for her to shampoo him comfortably, even with her hands stretched, she could not reach to scrub the top of his head.

She stumbled out of the stall hurriedly, not minding the water dripping off her drenched body to dampen the otherwise dry, marble floor of the bathroom. Quickly looking around, she found what she was searching for, and carried the small four-legged stool back to the shower.

Calypso was not the tallest girl on the island, not by a long shot, (in fact, she was slightly shorter than average) but still, she could not help but feel tiny as compared to the Dark God, whose six-foot-five dwarfed most others, including every female on Ogygia.

She placed the seat behind Percy, climbing up on the stool to gain a foot of height. Despite still being shorter than him, she heaved a sigh of relief as she found that she could comfortably attend to him now.

Squirting some of the sweet-smelling shampoo on her small, soft palms, Calypso went to work. The scent, which reminded her of lazy days spent on the beach, sunbathing naked under the shade of lazily swaying palms, filled the misty bathroom as she vigorously scrubbed her lover's raven hair.

Her fingers scrubbed his scalp, entangling in his silky smooth, soft raven hair, as the foam built up. She continued with her ministrations with a look of cute concentration on her face, her pink lips slightly parted as she panted slightly, ogling his naked, drenched body without shame.

Percy tilted his head back as he felt Calypso's experienced, skilled fingers on his scalp, moaning at the feeling of being shampooed thoroughly by the sexy Titaness.

Her attire when she appeared in the bathroom came foremost to his mind, and his cock twitched.

"Alright, that's enough." He commanded in a hard voice, making Calypso squeak slightly as she abruptly stopped, stepping down from her makeshift stand as she looked up at him meekly.

Percy did not offer her a reprieve. Offhandedly gesturing to the bottle of liquid soap on the stand, he looked back at the showerhead, waiting for her soft, gentle touch, denying his own eagerness to feel her again.

Calypso sighed at what she had gotten herself into as she fetched Percy's soap. She craved to touch the massive meat standing proudly from his crotch, eager to feel the pleasurable sensations again. Forcibly wrenching her mind back to the present, the Titaness took the soap from the stand, again squirting some onto her hands in preparation for a few minutes of vigorous rubbing.

As she rubbed Percy's back, the full reality of the situation hit her in the face, shattering her out of the monotonous chore her hands were occupied in.

Her eyes widened, and she felt like facepalming.

She was literally bathing Percy, something she had always wanted to do, from the point he had first washed up on her island.

Her amber eyes shined with mischief as she finally realized her opportunity to shamelessly grope and feel Percy's solid muscles intimately without shame.

The change was visible to Percy, and he resisted the urge to smile as the innocent Titaness finally realized what he really wanted her to do. However, it was swamped the next moment by pleasure as he tilted his head back, moaning at the feeling. Calypso's hands slid over his entire torso with ease, aided by the soap and water, and she groped and massaged his firm muscles to her heart's content, without holding back.

Her hands slid over his chest, and she explored his chest eagerly, sliding her fingers and teasing his nipples slightly before her hands dipped down to explore his perfectly sculpted abs, groping and squeezing his muscles.

She explored his expansive collection of scars at a slightly slower pace, thoughtfully touching each and every one, wondering what pain he must have gone through.

Percy's stony cold facade finally cracked into a smile at her concerned touches, and he softly squeezed her hand in comfort. "It's not your fault. 'Tis fine."

She pressed her hot face into the back of his shoulder, her cheeks set aflame at his words, as the Titaness tried her best to ignore the feeling of her pendulous, sinful tits mashed up against his broad, muscular back, or the feeling of her nipples sliding and grazing his wet skin, slick with soap, the gold nipple rings amplifying her pleasure.

The foamy soap covered most of his chiselled, heavenly body, his tanned golden skin glistening.

Before she had any idea what was happening, Calypso was grabbed around the waist by a strong hand, and effortlessly spun around, so that she was facing Percy.

Her cheeks tinged gold at his intense, piercing gaze, she resisted the urge to glance down at the massive slab of meat throbbing right in front of her virgin maidenhood, eager for her touch.

"You missed a spot." Percy could not but cringe at his cliché words, but he need not have worried, because the isolated Titaness was not acquainted with contemporary lingo.

"Huh?!" She could not believe he was saying this, after his affectionate tone and warm, caring words earlier.

Before she could say anything more, she was forced to her knees onto the wet marble floor beneath him.

The bright golden blush returned with a vengeance as she came face to face with his cock, throbbing and twitching right in front of her. To Calypso's overwhelmed, lustful mind, the throbbing meat was the most majestic sight she had ever seen, a massive, gorgeous monster that made the heat between her legs grow. Percy's veiny cock glistened with water, its head slightly leaking precum as it arched towards her, casting a shadow on her head, eager for her touch.

"Wh-what do you want me to do?" She stammered, looking at the slab of meat, cross-eyed.

"Are you deaf or something?" Percy's words were scathing, cutting deep. "I want you to clean it."

"H-how do I clean it?!" Her voice was panicky.

"Like you cleaned the rest of my body. Duh." Percy rolled his eyes, though the Titaness could not see him. "Here's the soap."

And he rudely shoved the bottle of liquid soap back into her hands.

Her blush yet to recede, she squirted some of the cool soap onto her hands, and rubbed them together, getting her hands nice and soapy for the wash.

Her hands slick with sweet-smelling foam, she got her first touch of the object of her dreams, wrapping both of her hands around the base of his cock.

The first thing she noticed was obvious. Her small hands did not complete encircle Percy's thick cock, straining to wrap around it.

Wasting no time, she started stroking his cock sensuously, enjoying the feeling of the warm hardness throbbing under her handcuffed arms. Her small, smooth palms slid over the rough, ridged meat with ease, aided by the foam and water. The shower continued to spray them with hot water, but Calypso did not mind- her attention was preoccupied with something much more important.

The Titaness gently rubbed his bulbous cockhead, her hands working on autopilot as she unknowingly, innocently pleasured Percy. Her amber eyes shined as she looked over his glistening skin, memorizing every inch and sensitive spot. Her thumbs rubbed along the bottom of his length, guided by his encouraging words and sounds.

The throbbing in her hands brought a bright, involuntary smile to her face.

Percy groaned as Calypso worked sloppily on his cock. Deciding to help her along a bit, he thrust his hips, fucking her small, soft hands, groaning at the feeling of water and foam lathering his cock, lubing it for her easier movement.

Trying to stifle the pleasured groan threatening to escape his throat, he spoke through gritted teeth, taking pleasure in corrupting the innocent, virgin Titaness, "Calypso... please, can you clean my balls too?"

She did not even bother protesting this time, only nodding eagerly as her left hand moved to touch and fondle his heavy balls, full of thick, potent cum. Surprising him, she did not let up the pace on his cock as she played with his balls.

Percy breathed heavily as he glanced down at the Titaness kneeling between his legs, his cock involuntarily twitching at the look of innocent wonder and gleeful smile on her face.

A shadow cast over Calypso's face as she looked up at his cock from her kneeling position, with an almost worshipful, divine reverence shining in her amber eyes. Her caramel hair, dark and damp, stuck to her face and back as she continued working on his cock, her pink lips parted as she panted slightly.

His eyes wandered to her sinful, curvy figure, clad in skimpy lingerie, and he felt a dark, lustful smile curl on his lips.

Her massive, on the larger side of D- cup tits jiggled and bounced deliciously with every breath she took, the golden chains connecting her nipple rings to the black velvet collar around her neck shining. Her sexy waist chain was visible from his point of vantage, the frilly golden 'skirt' spread over her luscious, thick thighs and perfect, round bubble butt. Her back arched as she worked, allowing him to gaze at the intricate network of chains linking every part of her body, her handcuffs, collar and gold nipple rings turning him on.

He thought about taking her for a walk right then and there, dripping wet through the halls of the mansion, but thought better of it.

Her hands were covered with soapy foam as she stroked his thirteen inch, glistening horsecock. Her sloppiness, brought about by her inexperience, made some of the foam drip from his cock to cover her massive tits, but she didn't seem to mind. Her milky, pale tits were covered with soap, making her pale, creamy skin glisten and appear even paler than usual. Water and soap dripped from her nipples, clinging to her nipple rings and chains connecting her tits, her jewel-studded necklace buried under mountains of soap and foam covering her cleavage and chest. Water trailed down her flat, creamy stomach to pool around her crotch, on the marble floor of the shower. Her shoulders tinged gold, the cute blush on her face had lessened, but had yet to recede completely.

Percy closed his eyes, just enjoying Calypso's ministrations on his cock and balls as the shower continued to spray him with warm water. He wondered how long they had been in the shower.

His mind, however, could not concentrate on the topic for long, thanks to the Titaness.

Rather, he was having trouble concentrating on any topic other than the Titaness- how beautiful, cute and sexy she looked at the same time, how pleasurable her soft hands felt massaging his balls, her fingers gently twisting his cock to give him maximum pleasure, as she slowly explored every inch of his cock, discovering his sensitive spots.

"That will be enough." He patted her head, making Calypso purr in happiness at his praise, though she had yet to let go of his cock. "You'll have to wash it now."

She nodded meekly, and moved to wash the soap off.

"Tut tut, not like that, little flower." Percy chided. "You'll have to use your mouth."

"Wh-what?!" Her eyelids fluttered as she stared at him incredulously with wide amber eyes, the previous bright shade of gold resurfacing on her cheeks.

"You heard me right, little flower. Now, get to work." He did not give her an opportunity to respond, as his fist curled in her damp caramel hair, getting a firm hold on her as his hips bucked, pressing the tip of his soap covered cock eagerly to her soft pink lips.

Calypso looked up at him nervously, slightly frightened, before she stuck out her tongue gingerly and lapped the tip, pressed against her lips.

Her eyes widened at the taste. The obviously bitter taste of the soap covering his cock overshadowed by a tangy, salty taste that sent her tastebuds singing in ecstasy, a taste that made the heat between her legs grow, better than anything she had ever had.

Ignoring the taste of the soap, Calypso concentrated on what would be her favourite taste for time immemorial. Just as Percy had predicted, her lips immediately latched onto his soap covered cock, her tongue eagerly lapping and licking his meat.

Her tongue and lips trailed along the sides of his wet cock, her tongue lapping his skin submissively, obediently as she cleaned him up and got to taste more of the mysterious flavour that she had got addicted to after the slightest taste. Her hands did not leave his crotch, however, as they trailed over the underside of his cock with slight, flirtatious touches as she continued touching and massaging his heavy balls. Percy's cock twitched as she looked up at him lustfully, with hazy amber eyes and a silly smile on her face as her pouty pink lips continued to kiss his cock worshipfully.

He decided he could not wait any more for the next step, and using his grip on her hair, jerked her off his cock, and face to face with the tip.

"Treat it like a lollipop," Percy advised, his tone cautionary, his fingers on her head guiding her back to his bulbous head.

"It won't fit-" Calypso panicked, but before she could protest anymore, Percy had thrust into her tight, warm and wet mouth.

He moaned as his knees weakened. No matter how many girls he fucked, just entering a tight, wet mouth after hours of being restrained in his boxers would always be a delicacy.

And then, he forgot that Calypso had never sucked cock, had not even seen a cock before his, and went to town on her mouth.

Using her head, and not giving her any chance to adjust, Percy slammed all thirteen inches of his thick cock into her throat, groaning at the feeling. Her tight throat massaged and pulsed around his cock deliciously, and he felt like he would cum right then and there, the vibrations from her muffled protests, chokes and gags stimulating his cock further.

Calypso gagged violently when Percy slammed his entire meat down her throat, and she briefly wondered how she had taken it without passing out or permanently dislocating her jaw. She blamed her divine genetics for this.

Tears streamed down her cheeks as she choked and gagged, saliva dribbling past her lips, undoubtedly bruised from the sheer force of the thrust, and stretched taught around his unyielding meat. Calypso felt like someone was shoving an entire arm down her throat, and she was sure that the tip of his cock was in her stomach. Her throat burned, her eyes watered and she could not breathe. Her cuffed hands slapped weakly against his thighs as she protested to the rough treatment, her chains tinkling unhelpfully.

The saliva that escaped the tight seal formed by her lips stained her chin, before dribbling past to splatter her massive, heaving tits that jiggled violently as she struggled to breathe.

Her throat was stretched beyond what was humanly possible, the bulge of Percy's monster cock visible through her distended throat. The black, velvet collar dug painfully into the delicate skin of her neck, acting as an impromptu cockring for Percy's massive meat.

For the first time in her long, lonely millennia of immortal life, Calypso wanted to die.

She wanted to die to escape something that she had always dreamt of, something which... pleasured her body in twisted, obscene ways which she could not understand.

She felt lightheaded from the musky scent permeating from the thick meat in her throat, overriding the strong sweet scent of soap in the bathroom. The butterflies in her stomach had worked up to a frenzy, and she felt familiar pressure building up, and before she knew it, Calypso's fingers were trailing across her wet slit as she got her throat violently fucked.

The Titaness revealed her immortal genes shining through, as her body immediately adjusted to the changes, tilting her head back to allow for easier access to her throat. Her tongue lapped at whatever she could, her cheeks hollowed as she weakly sucked on his cock, trying to eagerly drink the steady stream of pre leaking from his tip. His heavy balls slapped against her chin and throat, leaving red marks in their wake.

Percy almost lost it when she started humming gently on his cock. Her sharp teeth gently raked his skin, adding to the lewd pleasure he felt from stretching her throat to its absolute limits. Not relenting his pace, he continued slamming into her mouth with vigour, not minding her bruised, swollen pink lips or the helpless tears of humiliation streaming down her cheeks.

He marvelled at the way she controlled her gag reflex, outshining any first times he had taken, and continued thrusting into Calypso's willing throat, using his firm grip on her caramel hair to aid his speed. Noticing her fingers absentmindedly trailing across her slit, he smirked cruelly, before leaning down.

Allowing his cock to be lodged to the hilt in her warm, wet mouth, he grabbed a hold of the collar around her neck. After some fidgeting with the silver ring, he found and pulled two golden chains.

Immediately, thanks to Calypso's lingerie's mechanism and mortal ingenuity, her cuffed hands snapped to her shoulders, the chains being reduced to the bare minimum. Instead, the two chains formed a spare loop, which could be used by the dominant to take her for walks.

Percy smirked, his cock twitching at her helpless expression as the Titaness finally understood the predicament she was in. She could not but hold her hands to her shoulders, pressing her wrists to the skin in a sexy position that brought out her massive, jiggling tits, as her handcuffs finally went into effect. Her eyes widened as the heat between her thighs continued to grow, and she rubbed her luscious, creamy thighs together, no longer able to stave off the lustful fire with her fingers.

Percy's cruelty knew no bounds, she thought. But it was a delicious cruelty, a cruelty that made her crave more of him, a beautiful humiliation that brought tears to her eyes as she orgasmed helplessly, making herself look like a cheap, slutty whore.

These thoughts ran through her head as Percy detached himself from her, his cock coming free from her wet mouth with a lewd, wet pop. A thin, glistening string of saliva and precum connected the throbbing, slick slab of muscle swinging between his thighs with her bruised, wet lips. Their connection soon broke under its own weight, only to splatter her already dirty tits with saliva and musky pre, amidst all the foam covering her chest.

Percy released his grip on her hair, allowing Calypso to crash to the marble floor of the shower, unable to defend herself with her hands as she was robbed of her primary support.

She landed on her shoulder, crashing to the wet floor, and stayed there, tears prickling her eyes, ashamed of her growing lust at his aggressive actions.

She laid her cheek on the floor, her skin stinging slightly. She heard the shower finally be closed, and the steady stream of water hitting her body finally ceased. Percy's footsteps crept closer to her, making her heart beat faster at his predatory, stalking gait.

She felt a jerking hold on the chain around her neck, and Percy jerked her to her feet, the Titaness hastening to comply. The dam had finally burst, tears streaming down her cheeks at the humiliation.

Percy did not say anything, but walked towards the large, empty bathtub, her chain in his hand. Calypso tried to stagger to her feet, but when she failed, thanks to her handcuffed hands, she settled for crawling on her knees behind him, like an obedient, subservient bitch.

Seeing him settle down on one end of the bathtub, his cock standing straight and proud as he shamelessly exposed himself to her, Calypso's cheeks heated up. Her bright golden blush crept a few shades darker as he motioned for her to join him.

The innocent Titaness sat down on the opposite side of the bathtub, trying to hide herself from the Dark god.

Percy could not finally take it anymore. He groaned at her density in sexual matters.

"Come here, little flower." His soft words did not match his harsh demeanour.

Seeing her not comply with his words, he took matters into his own hands. Standing up, he took a step towards her, making her flinch slightly. Her amber eyes followed his swinging cock, which led the way, pointing like a compass towards her, and Percy finally stood in front of her.

She looked up at him with nervous amber eyes. "Do you want me to suck your cock again?" She stuttered out, her blush deepening.

"...No." Percy did not elaborate anymore, opting to act instead.

He leaned down, managing to slip his cock between her massive breasts, so that he was hooked onto her nipple chains. He watched her blush deepening as his rock hard horsecock pressed against her soapy tits.

And Percy stepped back.

Calypso almost cried out in surprise and painful pleasure as his cock hooked onto the golden chain connecting her nipple rings. His unyielding cock stood proud as he pulled her along, her sensitive nipples aching blissfully as the nipple rings sitting tightly around her erect nubs of flesh were pulled towards him, and she could not but crawl towards him on her knees, her tits connected to the diamond-hard, massive meat swinging between his thighs.

Percy seemed to take pleasure in tugging her along by her nipple chains, and seemed slightly disappointed when he finally sat down on his corner.

"Wh-what do you want me to do?" She stuttered out, refusing to meet his lustful, piercing gaze.

"Sit in my lap." He growled out, barely managing to restrain himself from ravaging the innocent, virgin Titaness.

Calypso continued to blush as she gingerly sat in his lap in a reverse cowgirl position, careful not to accidentally penetrate herself on the massive horsecock pointing straight at her ass. She leaned against his chest unconsciously, basking in the protective warmth that he exuded, and feeling his warm, naked abs press against her skin. She moaned at the feeling of his warm, thick cock nestled against her sensitive folds, his bulbous head pressing against her clit with urgent need.

Her blush deepened several shades of gold, creeping down her neck as she realised that Percy had caught her pleasured moan. Her warm fluids of burning sexual arousal continued to gush lavishly from her hot, tight and needy pussy, covering Percy's cock with her slick fluids.

"Clean yourself, little flower," Percy ordered gruffly, offhandedly pointing towards the bottle of liquid soap lying abandoned.

She stared at him incredulously.

He stared back at her for some time, before giving an annoyed grunt. "Oh, that. Fuck, seems like I need to clean you myself."

"Fr-free my hands, and I will do it myself." Calypso stuttered out, the blush on her cheeks returning with a vengeance at his words. Her heart fluttered at the thought, her pussy leaking a fresh wave of juices at the thought of Percy intimately cleaning her body, rubbing and massaging her with his rough hands... She rubbed her thighs together to stave off her lust at the thought, unknowingly massaging Percy's diamond-hard cock with her soft, smooth thighs.

If she had had any sexual experience or knowledge, she would have realised that that had been his objective from the start.

Percy grit his teeth as he tried to contain his urge to express the pleasure she was bringing him.

Clenching his abs and grinding his teeth to suppress the physical sensations his body was being treated to, he squirted some of the floral scenting soap in his hands. It was different from the one he had used earlier, but he could not care less.

Rubbing his hands in anticipation of what was to come, and getting his palms nice and soapy, Percy went to work with a silly grin on his face.

His hands touched Calypso's smooth, creamy shoulders, and like a bowl of ice cream in the tropical heat of Ogygia, the Titaness melted in his arms.

He massaged the slender muscles of her shoulders and arms, rubbing her back gently, beautifully, as her muscles relaxed and she finally gave in to his burning, satisfying touch. Soft moans and mewls of pleasure from the restrained Titaness became commonplace as Percy worked on her arms and back and shoulders, putting all of his skill to practice as he prepared her for the storm of orgasmic ecstasy that was to come.

"Mmph, Percy...." she writhed beneath his touch, curving her body into frustrated, delicious positions as she sought to escape his touch, yet her heart craved for more. "Sto-stop."

"Stop? I'm sorry, I can't do that, little flower." He cooed, teasingly rubbing her soft, flat stomach, running his rough, calloused palms along her smooth, milky skin, leaving trails of foam in his wake.

He was determined to make Calypso into a delicious cake, complete with icing, that only he would enjoy.

Calypso finally used her godly powers to flash herself out of the gold lingerie she wore, making Percy frown in slight disappointment as the frilly, sexy waist chain he had been touching disappeared. Immediately, her right hand came up to clap over her mouth and stifle the pleasured moans leaking from her.

Her other hand clasped the edge of the empty bathtub for support, but still, she refused to make any attempt to resist his touch.

Percy grinned as he finally moved to touch her massive breasts, something which he had been jerked off to many a night.

Yes, you read that right. Annabeth had jerked him off while whispering to him about how delicious Calypso's tits were.

Years of practice kicked in as he expertly massaged her tits, expertly finding all of her sensitive spots, learning what she liked most as he tried every little trick that he could think of.

His rough, calloused palms kneaded her breasts, playing with them softly as he massaged her smooth skin, soaping her tits up nicely. His strong, wicked fingers explored with a mind of their own, pressing and tugging, lightly raking his nails along her smooth skin, gently drawing circles around her sensitive areolas.

He tweaked and tugged her large, erect nipples, flicking them gently as he took great care to thoroughly soap them. The foam covered her tits as he rubbed and massaged, taking care to rub the saliva and precum splattering her chest into her skin, like lotion. Her creamy skin glistened, slick with foam and water when he was done.

Calypso moaned and whimpered and writhed, pressing against her diamond hard chest as he explored her chest, her toes curling in pleasure as she squirted hard, orgasming for the fourth time since she had started stroking his cock. The thick, ridged meat was pressed deliciously against her pussy and clit, slick and glistening with her juices.

Percy continued to massage her chest and play with her nipples, a smirk plastered on his face at her reactions.

Finally, deciding he had had enough of her teats, he travelled back down her slim stomach and waist.

Calypso tensed at his wandering fingers, her thighs unknowingly spreading apart to give him unrestrained access to her, tight, sweet pussy.

Percy, however, had other thoughts on his mind as his fingers enclosed around the bulbous head of his cock. He stroked his throbbing, erect cock, getting it thoroughly covered with soap, and making sure that every inch of his rough, veiny skin was covered with soap and Calypso's warm nectar.

Of course, stroking his throbbing meat pressed against her pussy had the unavoidable effect of making his knuckles graze against her pussy and clit.

Resisting the urge to thoroughly soap her pussy with his foam covered cock while he played, ahem, 'cleaned' her ass with his rough, soap covered fingers, Percy finally decided to attend to her pussy directly.

His soap covered fingers traced circles around her slick, sensitive slit, as his cock rubbed against her slick inner thighs, making sure to cover her glistening skin with foam.

His strong, rough fingers found her sensitive clit without issue, roughly massaging and lightly pinching her sensitive nub of flesh. Trailing along her puffy pussy lips, covered with her slick nectar, he resisted the urge to dive in and feast on her undoubtedly delicious pussy.

Wrapping a strong arm around her waist to hold her in place in case she thrashed around too much, Percy dove into her sweet pussy, deciding not to torment her anymore by holding her sweet pleasure.

And maybe just as well.

Percy's idea of holding back for anyone's first time was taking care not to pound them into oblivion, so far, only Annabeth, after years of practice, had been able to take that. Perhaps Aphrodite could, but that.... observation was still not experimentally confirmed.

Pushing three fingers into her pussy as his thumb teased her clit, Percy was met with the reaction he expected.

Calypso arched her back, burying her hot face in his neck as she bit down hard on his skin, trying to muffle the scream threatening to tear her throat out of her as she orgasmed the hardest she had yet, squirting helplessly all over the still empty bathtub.

Percy gritted his teeth as her teeth dug into his skin, almost drawing blood. He was sure that he would need that checked up on the next day.

Not giving her a moment to recuperate or catch her breath, Percy started pumping his fingers in and out of her tight pussy, making lewd, wet sounds as he introduced her to an ocean of pleasure.

Her velvet walls pulsed and spasmed around his strong, rampaging fingers as he thrust them with almost violent fervour into her virgin pussy, hitting all sorts of pleasurable spots that had taken Calypso years to find.

Tears of humiliation and shame welled up in her eyes as blood rushed to her cheeks, Calypso arching her back again as she felt the climax of another blissful session approach her.

At this point, she was fully prepared to wake up in her messed up, sticky sheets in puddles of her own fluids, as wave after wave of toe-curling ecstasy washed over her.

Her mind turned blank with pleasure, a grey haze of lust that brought stars swimming in her vision as she orgasmed again around his fingers, hot tears streaming down her cheeks.

And again, Calypso felt humiliated and used as Percy held her close, his cock throbbing against her clit and still squirting pussy. Her inner thighs and pussy were buried beneath heaps of sweet-smelling foam, interspersed with stretches of clear, musky smelling fluid that Calypso had washed off her panties too many times to count after masturbating, to be unfamiliar with.

She felt his abs, warm and hard, against her back. It dawned upon her that the thundering in her ears was not only her heart, but rather, her smoking hot lover's as well, as he came down from an excited high.

A slight, flattered smile curled up on her lips as she watched Percy finally turn on the tap, lukewarm water filling the tub.

He flipped her around effortlessly, so that she was facing him again. Unconsciously, her thighs wrapped around his waist as she pressed herself closer to him, her amber eyes searching his face as she pressed her soft palms to his scarred chest, feeling his heart thumping against his ribs. She ignored the soaped up, slick, hard cock still throbbing against her wet, glistening cunt.

Her mind screamed at her to mount the monster cock her rough, animalistic lover possessed, and ride him raw till she fucked herself into a blissful, orgasmic coma.

Her amber eyes searched his face for any hints of deceit or ill intent, but came up with nothing.

Before she knew what she was doing, Calypso leaned in wordlessly.

Sparks flew, sending goosebumps up her smooth skin as her warm, soft lips met his in a searing kiss. Her toes curled in pleasure as she finally kissed her long time crush, shivering as his strong arms wrapped around her possessively. Their lips danced in tandem as the two kissed, Calypso moaning subtly into his mouth as her swollen, bruised lips were ravaged by Percy. Her sweltering pussy screamed for attention, pressed against his throbbing length, and thoroughly coating him with her fluids. She did not mind the fact that she was getting soap everywhere as their slick, foamy bodies slid up against one another, hungry for touch.

She finally broke the kiss, golden-cheeked and breathless, a thin strand of saliva connecting him to her bruised lips. She felt the tub slowly filling with water as the tap behind her worked, the lukewarm water gently lapping at their bottoms as the Titaness nestled comfortably in his lap.

"Practised kissing properly?" Percy asked with a raised eyebrow, his lips twitching.

"I had a lot of time." Calypso, surprisingly, managed not to stutter horribly as ichor rushed to her cheeks, and she looked away from his damnable, piercing dark gaze.

"Good girl." He cooed, making her blush impossibly harder as he leaned up and gently nibbled her creamy collar bone. "I'm feeling tired, little flower. Will you do the work for me?"

"What work?" Her eyelids fluttered as she finally realized what he was referring to. "O-oh..."

He smirked, leaning back and spreading his arms in a grand manner as he reclined over the edge of the tub, his dark, lustful eyes following every movement of the hesitant, nervous and embarrassed Titaness. He knew what she would do, and just to speed up the process, he added, "You don't have to do it if you don't want to. I won't love you any less if you don't."

Immediately her nostrils flared and she glared back at him with blazing caramel eyes.

"You think I'm chicken, do you? I have come so far, I'll go the entire way." She stated proudly, jabbing her thumb at her massive, swinging tits. After a moment, her enthusiasm seemed to drain away, and she looked back at his throbbing, massive erection, as large as her entire arm, with thinly veiled nervousness.

She gulped, before steeling herself.

Pressing another soft kiss to his lips, she raised herself, and positioned Percy's thick, bulbous cockhead at her puffy pussy lips, lightly grinding her leaking cunt on his well-lubed cock.

Her amber eyes flickered to Percy's dark sea green, reassured by the soft, gentle smile on his face that completely contrasted his earlier rough, aggressive and dominant actions.

She pressed herself down on his cock, throwing her head back and moaning softly as she finally felt his unyielding meat slip inside, rampaging past her weak resistance, aided by all the fluids gushing from her sex.

She whimpered, feeling as if his thick cock would rip her in half as she lowered herself further, so that his tip was nestled against her hymen.

She glanced down at him. "I-I ca-can't go any more." Her tone pleading, "Please help your little flower, sir."

If he had been surprised by her choice of words, Percy did not reflect it. His grin not faltering even once, he laid his rough palms on the slim waist he had been massaging earlier. Looking back up at her and meeting her slightly scared amber eyes as he tried to distract her, Percy slammed inside.

Just like so many before her, Calypso arched her back, screaming out to the world to let her pleasure be known as the Titaness finally lost her much-treasured virginity to her precious lover. She felt his cock violently rampage past her cervix to slam into her womb and almost rip past it, whatever meagre resistance her tight, millennia-old virgin cunt provided almost negligible for the Dark god. Her stomach bloated as Percy's cock found its way to the back of her womb, an obscene bulge showing on her stomach, reaching from her pussy all the way to just beneath her chest, every ridge and vein visible.

Calypso turned to look back at Percy, her amber eyes teary. Initially, Percy thought that it was from the pain of losing her virginity, but he was forced to reconsider his stance at her next words.

"I'm sorry, Percy."

"Calypso....?" His voice showed that he was truly and utterly bewildered by her sudden words. Before he had a chance to speak further, she interrupted.

Her soft palms wrapped around his wrist, and she tearfully raised his arm to press her lips to the extensive patchwork of self-inflicted scars. Percy's eyes widened as she kissed his scars one by one, starting from his wrist and moving to his chest. Ignoring the butterflies in his stomach or the warm throbbing of his cock in her womb, he stopped her. "Calypso, whatever happened, it wasn't your fault."

"No!" She shook her head adamantly, her wet caramel locks flicking water, "I could have been by your side, but-but...."

"I shall hear none of this from your lips ever again, Calypso. You saved my life, it was my fault for not being there for you." His voice was firm and commanding, hiding the rapid beating of his heart.

She ignored his words.

"You went through so much pain." She whispered against a scar on his chest, her lips brushing the rough patch of scar tissue. "The pain that I went through just now.... it's still nothing compared to what you went through. Millennia of isolation cannot compare to what you went through in twenty years."

His eyes widened as he saw that she was on the verge of tears, and Percy reacted the only way he could think of. He growled, before attacking the Titaness mounted on his cock.

The two landed in a position Percy was much more familiar with, with the gentle Titaness pinned and squirming beneath him. The water splashed out of the tub thanks to their rough actions, but Percy could not care less as the two submerged themselves in the tub, underwater.

Calypso looked beautiful, Percy thought.

He kissed away her tears, smiling huskily as he nibbled her neck, completely ignoring her feeble protests.

"Shut up, little flower. I'm trying to do something productive here." He said, referring to the purple hickeys that were beginning to bloom on her pale skin in his wake, all over her neck, jaw and chest.

Calypso writhed beneath him as Percy kissed her soft, smooth skin, sucking on her sensitive neck and collar bones. She briefly wondered how she could breathe and talk underwater, but chalked it up to Percy's Poseidon genes.

"I retract my earlier statement. I'm no longer tired, and find a surplus of energy in my body that has to be put to productive use."

His eyes twinkled as he looked down at Calypso's naked form with a silly grin on his face.

"Just a little bit here and then we shift to the bed, alright? I don't want to break this tub having sex and then have Hestia shout at me."

She bit her lip, refusing to look at him. "You should not talk about other women when you are with one, Percy." She explained as if talking to a child.

Percy's excitement could not be budged. "That's exactly what Hestia and Thalia said!"

She looked annoyed. "You know what, Percy...?"

"What?"

She fixed him with a sultry stare, a sexy smirk on her face as she spread her legs, presenting herself to him. She did not mind the fact that they were underwater, or that she had been crying a few moments earlier.

"Shut up and fuck me."

Chapter 43: Their Tattoos: Part 1

Time: A Day Later

"Where are you taking me, Thals?" Percy called out to the hyperactive daughter of Zeus who was tugging him along.

Why were the girls so eager to spend time with him?

"Shut up and follow me, Jackson!" She called out indignantly, tugging harder. "It's a surprise! In case you couldn't tell!"

Oh no, Percy could tell that it was a surprise alright, as he stumbled over another.... something on the sidewalk, cursing the blindfold. He could almost hear the silent chuckles of the passers-by, turning his head to glare at them, despite the blindfold.

What resulted was just a scary facial expression, which was still enough to do the trick, as they scurried along.

He had no idea what was happening, except the fact that he regretted inviting Thalia on a date.

He had stumbled up that morning, and after checking in with Calypso to see that she was alright from the previous day's passionate fucking, he had moved to invite Thalia on a date.

He regretted it the instant she excitedly rushed back to her room, ignoring the jealous stares of all the others who could catch onto what he had just asked her.

He wondered where they were going, but judging from the smells and sounds around him, they were somewhere in downtown Manhattan.

"It'll be sooooo good! I have been planning for this day for ages, and I have even confirmed everything via Iris Messaging, and arranged everything..." Thalia went on excitedly, making Percy smile as he took note of her softer, girly side shining through her usually tough exterior, excited just for a simple date.

He stumbled over something again, his attention broken from the girl's cute rambling as he tried to catch his balance. "Thalia, slow down! I just keep.... fucking stumbling over every single fucking thing in this shitty little sidewalk!"

He could almost feel several glares pointed at him from Ogygia after his cursing.

He sighed, looking up towards the sky, though he could not see, nor feel anything over the steady humdrum and bustling of shitty city life and daily commuters racing to get everywhere on time, their tight little schedules packed as tight as humanly possible.

The dust stung his skin slightly, drying his lips and messing up his already messed up hair. He could feel the dryness on his tongue- and the urge to spit out the dust in his mouth was becoming too tempting. These things never happened with sand on the beach! He felt a cool bead of sweat roll down his forehead from the heat of the city, a stuffy, depressing heat unlike the temperature back on Ogygia's untouched, tropical climate.

He wondered about the quaint little town he had been to with Hestia, after Annabeth, a town whose name he never knew. He wondered if one day, it would be like this- downtown Manhattan Version 2.0.

This time, he wore much lighter clothes, just a long-sleeved black t-shirt- Amon Amarth this time- and slightly ripped skinny jeans with casual black and red sneakers. The clothes hugged his body snugly, showing off his well-defined muscles while hiding most of his scars, and everyone had complimented his new look. He had a two-day-old stubble darkening his chin and well-defined jaw again, and his eyes shined with a newfound enthusiasm about everything that he had denied for so long.

It might have been because of a new set of dog tags hanging around his neck like he was some old Marine. He had a bronze dog tag for each dead loved one, and one for the unknown soldier. Artemis had almost cried when he showed her the one engraved with Zoë Nightshade's name, just beside a special silver tag for the unknown Huntress.

And in the middle of it all, was a gold tag for Annabeth.

He could see Calypso smiling at him from the background. The fact that the dog tags had just mysteriously turned up the day after he had taken her shopping... was not suspicious, nope, not at all.

Tearing his thoughts from his new favourite accessory, he strained his ears to listen to whatever Thalia was going on about at that time, her ADHD already visible.

Percy was no better, however, as he moved from Thalia's voice to picturing her in his mind.

He could perfectly conjure the clothes that she had been wearing that morning, and that was in no way because of how cute or sexy she looked at that time. Nope.

Percy just had a good memory.

Thalia was wearing one of his stolen shirts, which had been disappearing from all over the house and turning up in other bedrooms, stolen right from his closet.

This one was one of his LA Lakers Kobe Bryant jerseys, with the golden number twenty-four proudly displayed on the purple fabric. She looked beautiful and angelic wearing the late Bryant's jersey, almost swallowed and lost in the overflowing sea of purple fabric that was needed for Percy's problematically tall frame.

Her shiny, silky black hair was messy and sticking up in a couple of places, the ideal picture of a cute bedhead, somehow different from the twins' and his own, perennially messy raven hair. Her neon blue highlights stood out in the black mane of her hair's soft curls. falling in a gentle cascade till her shoulders. Shy, nervous electric blue eyes darted away from his dark assertive sea green, refusing to look anywhere near him. The jersey was too large for her, hanging crooked on her body, and exposing her creamy shoulders and slender, smooth arms. The flawless pale skin of her cheeks, shoulders and ears tinged pink as she tried to ignore his wandering eyes, her small hands clasping the steaming mug of morning coffee. Percy watched as her perfect, full pink lips sipped at the black coffee, making a cute liquid moustache. He wondered how her lips would taste, how her undoubtedly delicious tits, tight virgin pussy, would taste.

The thought sent him crazy.

Her perfectly round -if a tad bit small- tits did the majority of the work preventing the jersey from completely sliding off her body, jiggling and bouncing gently with every breath she took and treating him to an eyeful of her smooth, inviting cleavage. Percy carefully noted that she was not wearing any bra, and that her nipples stood erect, poking through the thin purple fabric of his jersey. Her tits were perfect on her slender, slim frame, accentuating her toned stomach and slim waist, and Percy carefully eyed her clothed ass, at least what he could see. Her black panties were peeking out from underneath his jersey, almost invisible and making it look as if she wasn't wearing any underwear.

The son of Poseidon growled in his throat as he felt the forever hungry lion roar, forcibly stifling his predatory urges. Thalia's smooth palm clasped tightly around his wrist, tugging urgently as she tried to guide his blindfolded ass as well as she could.

"Well, where are we going?"

There was no response.

"How long till we actually reach there?"

He got a solid answer this time, though it wasn't what he was expecting. "We are standing in front of it right now."

"Ooh." He answered like a wonderstruck kid as he listened to Thalia's footsteps, slightly muffled on what he assumed was a carpet or a welcome mat, or something.

"There is a door here." She warned, and Percy reached out with his hand to feel the glass door, pushing it open as he stepped inside, followed by the daughter of Zeus. By the way the door made no noise at all, he surmised that this place was either new, or godly.

"Well, it's both." Two voices answered, as if reading his thoughts.

One of them was, of course, the daughter of Zeus hanging off his arm. The other, was a familiar tone that he had long come to see as a little brother.

"Neeks! What are you doing here?" Percy jumped up, tearing his blindfold off.

Not taking another look at his surroundings, he rushed to scoop up the introverted son of Hades in a tight hug.

He squirmed in Percy's tight grasp, "Let me go, Percy!"

The son of Poseidon laughed, letting him go just as Thalia resumed her position by his side, her arms immediately going around his elbow so that she could hug his side.

"Where's Will, my gay little cinnamon roll?" Percy teased.

"Here I am!" Another voice called out, and Percy saw a mess of blonde hair moving between some boxes further along. "Just give me a minute, I'll be with you in a sec!"

"What are you doing, anyway?" Percy asked, shuffling over curiously.

"You mean Thalia hasn't told you why she has brought you here?"

"Nope, if she had told, I wouldn't have asked, now, would I?" He turned to stare at Thalia, ignoring how Nico had attached himself to his other side almost as needily as the daughter of Zeus.

She had the Grace (lmao) to blush at Percy's piercing gaze, before averting her eyes. "Ni- Nico and Will have just set up this shop in the mortal world, and they want us to be their first customers."

Percy whistled. "Sweet, now what is this shop? What are you selling?"

Nico glared at Thalia for calling their enterprise a mere shop, hugging Percy tighter. He ignored the pink blush on his cheeks as he felt Percy's well-defined muscles. "It is a tattoo parlour, not a shop, unlike what someone suggests."

Percy's eyes widened, before he let out an excited whoop. "A tattoo parlour! Why wasn't I informed of this earlier?"

"We wanted it to be a surprise, Jackson," Thalia explained softly.

"And the shop has not even opened. We aren't set up for a few more days, and Thalia called us today morning out of the blue telling us to prepone the date." He shot her another look.

"Yup, and that's why I'm searching in the boxes for the proper equipment," Will explained.

"How does it work?" Percy asked, wandering over to the blonde son of Apollo.... or was it Asteria now?

Percy's cheeks heated as he realized he was probably Will's dad. Forcing down the blush, he concentrated on his explanation.

"We can provide both sorts of tattoos- mortal and godly. As you can probably see, we are set up in the mortal world, so we will need mortal tattoo equipment. It consists of-"

Percy cut him off, not interested in the details. "How are mortal tattoos different from immortal ones?"

"Well, for beginners, immortal tattooing is something that we developed only recently, with help from Leo and his dad, Hephaestus. It does not require anything other than the regular equipment used for mortal tattoos, but we use a mixture of coloured nectar to paint the skin. Also, it does not hurt, obviously, and it never fades or anything, always staying as vibrant as when you first get it. Besides, it does not need any special care, even when you first get it. If you want moving tattoos, you need to pay extra.... but since you two are our first customers, we are doing it for free."

"Not free, remember? Thalia said she will be... paying us with a coveted item." Nico shot a meaningful look at the daughter of Zeus attached to Percy's other side, and she crossed her heart in the typical mortal way. "I swear on my life that I've got it, and will pay you... as long as you don't mess up my tattoo. I don't care about Jackson's."

Percy pouted at her as the rest cracked up at his expense. Their laughter was cut short, however, by Will's shout of exhilaration.

"Aha! Finally got it!" He emerged from the pile of boxes scattered in the room, waving a pamphlet victoriously.

"What is that?" Percy eyed it suspiciously.

Will looked solemn. "You remember the time when you told Annabeth that you wanted to get tattoos to cover up the scars? Yeah, she started maintaining a notebook where she drew designs for your tattoos along with notes."

"How did YOU get it?" Percy asked, and he could not but let a bit of hostility creep into his voice.

"Malcolm found it in a loose floorboard beneath Annabeth's bed at her Cabin. Seems like she was keeping it in utmost secrecy to surprise you. But long story short, Malcolm gave it to Nico, who had been at Camp during that time, telling him to deliver it to you. But we were setting up a tattoo parlour, so it was a nice coincidence....."

Percy turned to stare at Nico. "Why didn't you inform me immediately?"

"Leave him alone, Jackson. He contacted me with the idea, and I gave him the green signal. If you want to pick fights, then pick it up with me." Thalia defended Nico from their mutual crush, not wanting the insecure son of Hades to feel depressed.

He stared at them for a moment, with an unreadable expression.

'This would've been what Annabeth wanted.'

He took a deep breath to calm his nerves, his fingers counting to ten.

Before blinding them all with a brilliant smile. "Beautiful! Magnifico! Ecstatic!"

Needless to say, Thalia saw through his false facade and blinding smile, but wisely, decided to stay quiet.

When Nico and Will were busying themselves with arranging everything, she stood quietly beside the tall son of Poseidon, subdued. Her soft hand soon found Percy's rough, calloused paw, and squeezed softly.

"What?" He raised an eyebrow at her.

"I'm sorry, Percy." She smiled sadly at him.

"I don't care."

"I know you do. I-I thought-"

He cut her off, presenting her with his sexiest smirk. "I said I don't care because you're getting punished tonight anyway."

Leaving Thalia spluttering indignantly with a blush on her face and soaked panties, he moved to where Will and Nico were.

"Lie here, Percy." Will gestured to a small black bed, like the ones found in clinics.

"Take your shirt off first," Nico stated the more pressing issue first, and the three other occupants of the room snapped to attention.

Percy's cheeks heated at the attention he was receiving, uncomfortable especially from the unwavering, lustful stare of the two males in the room.

Concentrating on Thalia to distract himself from the gay couple crushing on him, he winked teasingly at her, making her cheeks heat up further as she remembered his words. Her luscious thighs rubbed together to stave off the lustful fire growing in her crotch.

Percy took off his shirt finally, leaning back slightly as he decided to give everyone in the room a good show. His tanned golden skin, slightly glistening with sweat, accentuated his well-defined muscles, sculpted out of what seemed like solid bronze. His abs strained and flexed, his broad, muscle packed chest put to full view of the people in the room. Disregarding the intricate map of scars crisscrossing his chest, his smooth skin was unblemished and flawless. Several purple love bites marked his upper body, a few even marking his abs and toned biceps, on the verge of fading. The sexy look of the Dark god was completed by the bronze, silver and gold dog tags jingling around his neck, the Camp necklace also fused with the dog tags.

Will and Nico joined Thalia in ogling the perfect masculine specimen standing exposed before them, sporting raging hard-on and a wet cunt for the Dark god.

"You need to leave your pants, too." Nico's shaky voice sent everyone's faces a few degrees warmer.

Forty minutes later, Percy was lying on his back, as Will did the tattoos on his back. True to his word, the tattoos did not hurt, but they had barely progressed, and Percy felt like it would be a long day.

The reason?

Both Will and Nico were barely doing their jobs, instead, they were busy groping and massaging Percy's toned muscles and feeling him up. At that rate, he felt like he was in a massage parlour, and not getting tattoos.

Thalia mirrored his naked state, her ample breasts pressed against the bed in a delicious pile of soft, milky flesh. Her privates were covered with a towel as Nico worked on a tattoo on her thigh and waist, going right up till her shoulders and covering her back. It was one of those intricate patterns that Percy could never discern looked more like a bird or a flower.

"Stop ogling Jackson, and pay attention to my tattoo, Nico! If it's messed up or not up to the mark, I'll not be paying you a single shit!" Thalia cursed for what was, like the thirtieth time.

The homosexual introvert blushed at being caught checking out the Dark god's toned ass, and instead diverted his attention to what he was doing, feeling immensely jealous of his boyfriend.

Percy went back to staring at Thalia's naked form, ignoring Will's wandering hands or Nico's wandering eyes that left him feeling exposed, instead concentrating on Thalia's wandering eyes that checked out every inch of his naked body.

It was almost seven hours later that he finally sat up, having finished all of his tattoos. Thalia had finished long ago, only having gotten a single tattoo, and she was busy ogling him again, having dressed herself. Her pair of electric blue eyes were joined by a pair of dark eyes of the son of Hades sitting beside her.

After immense pleading, Nico had been allowed to help Will tattoo Percy, but he had been more of a hindrance with his constantly wandering hands that tried to grope even his most private areas, and had been forced to sit beside Thalia. The two, however, shared the same thoughts, of being pounded to oblivion by Percy and his horsecock.

Nico had briefly entertained the idea of showing Thalia his collection of Percy Jackson merchandise and porn pics, but then thought better of it, sure that she had an even more impressive collection of merchandise, including limited edition items.

After all, she was his soon-to-be lover.

Percy's eyes watered at all the carefully thought out tattoos that his beautiful Annabeth had painstakingly drawn up for him. The constellation Huntress joined Charles and Silena on his biceps, Blackjack rearing on his ribs and a dragon spread over his chest. His abs were covered with intricate floral designs sprouting from the dragon's wings. In the original plans, each petal contained a name of a friend or family. Will kept it as it is, instead expanding on the idea to draw a Phoenix on the other side of his ribs, opposite Blackjack. The wings of the Phoenix wrapped around his shoulder, ending just above his heart, right between the jaws of the dragon on his chest. Each fiery feather contained the name of a harem member, including those of Asteria, Nyx, Nemesis, Eris and Styx. The feather right on the tip of its wing, between the jaws of the dragon and right over his heart, carried the name Annabeth Chase, always the first love.

Right above his waist, Will improvised a picture of a trident along his spine, crossed by Anaklusmos and Doomslayer. On his left calf, there was the Sabaton crest standing proud and bright, with each gold rivet looking real. And on his right calf, his preferred foot, he had, obviously, a Cristiano Ronaldo tattoo. It showed the Portuguese GOAT in his classic 'Si' position, right after scoring a goal, with his head turned to the right. On his jersey, just like Percy had told her once, were the digits 'CR700'.

All these were just the tip of the iceberg.

But the one that really brought tears to his eyes was on the last page. Annabeth had included several notes in her beautiful cursive handwriting that looked like small divine pearls in the mundane plain white of the paper, and though Percy could not read the writing thanks to his dyslexia, he spent some time touching the words written in her flawless hand, just remembering.

On the last page, she had put a handprint, dipping her hand in ink so that every line, every curve of her soft palm was visible. Percy remembered her gentle touch vividly, and he also remembered the week when he had incessantly teased her for the ink-stained palm. It had been the month before she died.

Will had perfectly copied her handprint on his back, but with his own genius twist.

He had drawn a beautiful barn owl, captured midflight, with bright gold plumage the exact shade of Annabeth's bright blonde hair. It was wearing a cute little CHB t-shirt, a Yankees baseball cap askew on its head. The handprint was drawn like the rising sun above the barn owl in flight. Clutched in its talons were the words 'Forever yours, my Wise Girl.'

Percy would have broken down and cried right then and there, but there were other times to show emotion and weakness.

Right then, looking at the shit-eating grins on everyone's faces, he could not bring himself to ruin the moment, unable to resist the temptation of showing his gratitude to those who had forever etched Annabeth's metaphorical touch on his body.

So he waltzed up to Thalia, and scooped her up in his arms as if she weighed no more than a feather from the barn owl on his back.

The kiss that they shared was probably the most passionate Percy would ever give or had given, making the daughter of Zeus' toes curl in pleasure as she moaned in wanton lust and bubbling love, and making Percy fear that she had just orgasmed from the kiss.

Nico waved his arms frantically. "Oh my God! Oh my God! It's happening, everyone stay calm! Percy's dishing out free kisses."

"Piss off, Nico. I'm next in line to be kissed by Percy." Will shoved his shorter boyfriend playfully as he eagerly waited for his kiss.

Their eagerness for Percy's kiss was as genuine as they came.

Chapter 44: Their Tattoos: Part 2

Time: That Night

Thalia stared at Percy's broad back, hidden beneath a thin black t-shirt that hugged his strong, lean frame tightly, showing off his sculpted muscles in all their glory, as he led the way to his bedroom. Her spine tingled with excitement and anticipation at what was to come, and she could barely stifle the rapid thumping of her heart against her ribcage, trying her best to swallow the lump in her throat that just refused to go.

After their brief time of a few hours, note the sarcasm, with Nico and Will, the two had gone on a real date, wandering about in nighttime Manhattan, under the glowing moon. The air was slightly on the colder side of perfect, but Thalia preferred it that way. The city at night was vastly different from the city at day, the lights and noises were no longer annoyances, rather, they were the signs of vibrant life in a bustling city. The lights twinkled, shining through every window, door, and shopfront that one could think of, sweet, distant music wafting through the lively atmosphere, its slow tunes making Thalia smile up at her ....shared soulmate, all their worries forgotten for the night as they walked and laughed and enjoyed each other. Percy had introduced her to a cafe that had sprung up while she had been with the Hunters, and thus, out of touch with the modern world.

It had been the cutest little thing. The quaint cafe was small, with large French windows looking out over the busy street. The furniture was refined and tasteful, belonging in the house of some antique collector with its dark, polished oak tables and red, velvet cushioned chairs. Some low classical music was playing slowly over the speakers, to set the mood, and the atmosphere was one of quiet content and serenity. Bathed in the slightly dim -just the perfect brightness, in Thalia's opinion- yellow lights that sent shadows dancing all across her Dark God's face, the daughter of Zeus and the son of Poseidon just spent an hour staring at each other, their delicious, strong and bitter coffee forgotten.

Thalia found herself unable to complain when the bill- slightly higher than usual, came. The evening she had just received seemed straight out of the stories the Aphrodite girls sighed dreamily at.

She had to admit it, though, Percy looked much better than before with his completely new look, miles above her league. Although the guys gawking at her as she possessively hung off Percy's arm would disagree, Thalia was sure that most of the females in the universe would agree, despite their sexual orientation.

Thalia still thought that the maiden Artemis, Hestia and the Hunters, yes, including herself, were Percysexual.

A slight rosy tint appeared on her cheeks as she remembered how thoroughly she and Percy had been staring at each other, all sense of time and space forgotten.

Percy's sharp, sculpted face better than any Adonis ever born in the multiverse was covered by dark, mysterious shadows that accentuated his features and made Thalia feel as if her heart would bleed at everything he did. His dark, equally mysterious sea-green eyes swirled with power and various emotions as he stared deep into her blue orbs, his immaculate mask finally slipping to show the bloodthirsty Dark god, worse than any monster, than lurked beneath. His messy raven hair was its usual self, sucking in all light and accentuating his dark looks beneath stray shadows. Perfectly tanned, bronze skin glistened with slight sweat, glowing yellow beneath the lights of the cafe they had been in. An equally dark, few day old stubble darkened his chin. Dark, new tattoos peeked out from beneath his shirt and sleeves, running down his left arm like an elaborate snake of painted ink to encircle his SPQR tattoo.

But despite all his faults and evils, Thalia could not but be attracted to the Dark god like a moth to a flame, her heart fluttering whenever he was close by, her muscles tensing whenever he laid his eyes on her. She chastised herself for acting like a lovestruck little schoolgirl, but found herself unable to tear away her gaze from his unflinching scrutiny.

She jerked herself back to the present, and found herself asking a question. "Aren't you going to ask what I'm doing here, Jackson?"

He shrugged, "Doesn't matter, I've got used to practically everyone violating my non-existent privacy at this point, so.... no."

She stared at him, idly twirling a strand of her silky black hair in her hands. "Everyone? Like.... who?"

Thalia observed that she sucked ass at the innocent act that Calypso and Hestia could manage to pull off so effortlessly.

Percy stared back at her over his shoulder with bored eyes, not even bothering to say anything at that point.

She ignored the blood rushing to colour her pale cheeks bright red as she followed him inside his room.

Thalia took a moment to look around his room, noting that it had vastly changed from the last time she had been here.... after the incident. The only features that remained the same were all the CR7, Sabaton and Jurassic Park and World merchandise that remained.... well, practically everywhere. The wall of the room opposite his bed also had barely changed- the massive hundred-inch curved television screen reminiscent of a small home theatre remained unchanged, the high-quality audio set-up also remained unchanged. Connected to it were his massive, multi-thousand dollar split-screen gaming PC and innumerable consoles. Beneath all that, spanning two feet by fifteen feet, was an enormous gaming shelf that had impossibly increased from the few thousand video games that he already had to include a few thousand more.

How did he get enough time to play all those games- Percy's game records said that he was online at least ten hours a day- after everything that went on in Ogygia? As every gamer would agree- it was a secret known only to the true, prolific gamers.

She stared blankly at the game consoles, vaguely aware of Percy locking the door behind him.

"Find something interesting? I know, I collected them after all." He moved forward to sift through the games.

She noticed that he had changed, and had opted to go shirtless, as he often did. The habit had been dropped for a few months after Annabeth's death, but now, his gorgeous body was revealed to everyone once again.

Personally, Thalia thought that the tattoos covering almost every inch of his skin made him look every bit more delicious. The silver and bronze and a single gold dog tags jingled together on a small silver chain around his neck.

She vaguely noticed him talking excitedly about Mine.... art, or something as he loaded on everything, but she could not care less.

Oh, had she known how appalled and turned off Percy, Rose, Violet, Ruby and Nyx would be -along with every single respectable person on the planet- when they learnt of her slight against the holiest of holies. Luckily for her, Percy was too engrossed in the two-bit figures moving about the screen to notice anything else.

She ignored his offhand comments and the game he was engrossed in, instead concentrating on what was to her, much more important.

His tanned, golden bronze skin glistened with sweat as he gestured and explained intangible things to her, his toned muscles flexing and rippling as he swayed slightly in his spot, his fingers tapping away at his controller. Thalia's eyes wandered over his chest, over his tattoos, his smooth collarbones, and she fancied that she could see his heartbeat through his ribs and muscles.

She was jerked out of her pleasant reverie of ogling her shirtless crush sitting just a few inches away from her hands, by a controller flying through the air and slamming into the television screen, which was, luckily, reinforced. Percy jumped out of the bed, and shut the screen off, his face red. Blood vessels popped on his forehead as he screamed and ranted incoherently, kicking the reinforced gaming shelf.

Thalia just stared at the fit, slightly scared as she did not know what to do.

She felt her muscles tense as Percy's sharp gaze finally met hers, and the daughter of Zeus just sat there, paralyzed on his bed.

"Oh, you're still here." Percy huffed, seemingly unaware of her wandering eyes as she butchered his privacy, taking delight in slowly, mentally undressing him.

She was two hundred percent sure that the Dark god before her was even better than his pics made him out to be.

"Wh-what happened?" She stuttered out, scooting back on the bed.

Percy growled deep in his throat as he stalked towards her, like a tiger hunting prey. His toned, solid muscles, each carved from what seemed like iron, flexed and tensed like a predator ready to ambush, a dark smirk playing across his blood-red lips. "You wouldn't get it, princess."

Thalia whimpered at his words, his deep, husky voice sending shivers down her spine. She tried to ignore her clit tingling in arousal and pleasure, in denial that a voice could make her so aroused.

Of course, it was only aided by his choice of words.

Thalia hated being called princess. Even Annabeth had got a beatdown and an electric shock when she accidentally called her 'princess', after a particularly nasty week of prank wars.

The only one who could ever get away with calling her princess was Percy, because when he said it, accompanied by a... certain woman melting tone that came as naturally to him as hunting to Artemis, Thalia would inevitably get flustered, with red cheeks and hot ears.

It was this discovery that led to the prank wars week in the first place.

"I find myself in need of some... stress relief after that fucking shitty noob spoiled my mood." His voice did not relent on the dripping lust and sexiness, and Thalia vehemently denied how she shivered, or the goosebumps that ran up her smooth, pale skin.

"Wh-what are you doing, Jackson?" She stuttered as he moved onto the bed on all fours, predatorily stalking towards her. She scooted further back, cursing as her back hit the headboard. Her electric blue eyes snapped back to the Dark god in front of her, and her cheeks heated impossibly as she was face to face with her crush.

His dark eyes clouded over with lust, flickered towards her soft, full pink lips as he smirked devilishly. She could feel his warm breath on her skin, the musky scent of his perfume overwhelming her senses and overriding her mental capabilities.

And before she knew what was happening, Percy had plunged to pin her to the bed, staring hungrily at her as the demigoddess struggled futilely beneath him.

He growled again at her struggling. "I think you know very well what I'm going to do, princess."

The punk stopped her struggling, opting instead to stare into Percy's dark sea-green eyes with wide electric blues.

Percy cooed softly. "You know you want to."

"Do I want to?" Thalia repeated, not comprehending his question.

"Yeah, do you want to?"

She smirked at him, "Fuck yeah, I want to."

Her slender arms wrapped around his neck, holding him as close to her as possible as Thalia mashed her lips onto his hungrily.

Percy expected her to be sloppy at best, and his eyes widened at her skill. He almost felt like.... he was kissing Annabeth again.

Thalia continued to explore his lips just like Annabeth had done when she had been alive, hitting every single sensitive spot that the two of them had discovered.

Percy could not help but melt in her arms as his strength yielded, making his shirtless body crash onto Thalia's smaller frame, but she did not relent the searing, experienced kiss that could only be shared between the most experienced of lovers.

Finally, when he was unable to take her expertise anymore after months of abstinence, he broke away, panting heavily, a thin glistening strand of saliva connecting their swollen lips. Staring at the blushing daughter of Zeus, it was the only thing he could do to croak out, "How?"

Thalia smirked at his expression, her lips curling to reveal her perfect teeth, though the blush did not recede.

"I've been practising." She said, simply.

Percy's expression changed to mirror her grin. "Then this night just got a lot better."

And just like that, her confidence disappeared, replaced by nervous fidgeting as she squirmed under his scrutinizing gaze.

The Dark god did not care, as he leaned back, straddling Thalia's hips as he unbuttoned his shorts. Determined to give her a proper view, he arched his back slightly, accentuating all his flexing abs and toned, strong muscles. His rippling, chiselled chest and indeed, his entire upper body was covered with tattoos, all seemingly alive on his slightly glistening, golden skin. Feeling Thalia's unwavering gaze on him as the lustful heat from her core grew, he grinned, deciding to tease her a bit more.

Leaving the button of his shorts undone, he looked back at the demigoddess beneath him, allowing his dark sea-green eyes to wander and roam without shame.

"Your turn, little princess." His voice husky, he growled out towards her.

The cute, embarrassed blush heating her pink-tinged cheeks kicked up a notch at his words, and she looked away with half-lidded eyes clouded over with lust. Refusing to look back at him, she nervously chewed on her lower lip as her fingers absentmindedly twirled a strand of her silky black hair.

Percy stifled a growl at her disobedience, before smirking. "Fine, I'll have to do it myself, then."

Her electrifying blue eyes went wide as she whipped her head back to look at him, but before she could protest, the words died in her throat, as a primal moan of sheer, unadulterated bliss tore itself from her throat.

Percy touched and groped her clothed breasts without shame, utilizing all his hard-acquired skills to massage the soft globes of sensitive flesh on her chest. His rough hands groped her tits aggressively even through the layers of fabric separating her smooth, milky skin from his calloused hands, unrelenting and unforgiving in their touch as he left a burning trail of lust in his wake. His fingers expertly manoeuvred to discern her sensitive nipple, and he rubbed and pinched her nub as well as he could. Despite the tight bra she wore, he managed to play with her sinful, perfect boobs, weighing them in his palms before jiggling them playfully to feel her flesh. Needless to say, she did not disappoint.

Thalia did not even notice when the clothes protecting her upper half from his wandering hands disappeared, allowing him to touch her cool, yet warm, skin directly with his rough, strong hands.

It was all she could do to stop herself from screaming as she orgasmed. Hot tears of humiliation welled up in her eyes as she bit down on her hand to stifle the pitiful, submissive sounds she was making, to resist his melting touch as long as she could. Her back arched as she tried to stop the ecstasy overloading her mind and frying her nerves, unwittingly allowing Percy better access to her chest, throwing her head back in bliss. Luscious thighs ground together, slightly hampered by the cloth separating her smooth, soft skin, but she could not care less as she felt the heat between her legs grow impossibly. Her hips snapped up towards Percy's, feeling his weight as he straddled her, exploring her erotic tits with all the eagerness of a hormonal teenager, but with the skill of a sex god. She felt slight drool escape her lips, dribbling down her chin, leaving a trail of coldness to contrast Percy's burning touch. His rough hands moulded to her skin, his rough touch pleasuring every single nerve in her body.

Thalia felt burning humiliation when she felt her soaked panties, still in denial about how easily Percy had made her orgasm.

Her slender arms still wrapped around his neck as she panted, gazing deeply into his mysterious dark eyes.

"Percy...." Thalia bit her lip, apprehensive of his answer.

"What happened?" He asked softly.

"Please be rough with me. I want to feel you, to feel your love and your pain."

If he was surprised by her words, he did a good job of hiding it, she thought, as Percy grinned, leaning in for another kiss.

"I wouldn't have had it any other way." He whispered softly against her lips, making her shiver at his deep, husky voice.

"I love you." Thalia finally admitted her feelings, more to herself than Percy, as she watched him gently remove the last shreds of her shirt from her upper body, leaving her bare.

"I love you, too." She had never felt more beautiful than when Percy laid his gaze on her bare body, his attention on her, captivated by her beauty. If Thalia had not been as vain as Drew, she sure as hell was now.

Percy gently removed her clothes, letting her enjoy his gentle caresses that was as much a part of BDSM as the other parts.

Gently stroking her slim, toned stomach to enjoy the feel of her shivering beneath his touch, the Dark god gently tugged her jeans off. Thalia held her long, toned legs up so that Percy could slide off the tight fabric with greater ease, and he complies, dumping it on the floor. His rough hands stroked the sensitive skin of her exposed thighs, enjoying the feeling of her smooth, milky skin.

Finally not being able to keep pace with his slow teasing anymore, Thalia made a cute impatient noise as she tried to tug off her soaked panties.

Percy growled, despite a smirk tugging at his lips as he watched her struggle. His eyes followed her hypnotic breasts, enjoying their gentle swaying as she wriggled free of her black silk panties. Despite the fact that her bra was a few shreds of black silk on the floor right then, her boobs were firm and perfectly round, hugging her chest tightly. They were not of the most impressive size he had come across on the island, but they were much firmer and better than most of the women, mortal or immortal, in the world.

His large, rough hand enclosed around her smaller wrist, to stop her from touching herself. Electric blue eyes flicked up to look at his smirk, visible frustration swimming in her cute, desperate expression.

"Percy-" She whined, snapping her hips at him with increasing desperation, kicking off her panties so that she lay bare on the bed, completely exposed to his wandering eyes.

"Stop." Percy's command was spoken in a deep, husky voice with an aggressive edge, and the rebellious punk fall silent, as her struggles ceased, despite the small tremors running through her body, or the whimpers and mewls building up in the back of her throat.

"That's better, little princess." He gently placed her wrists above her head, summoning a pair of little fluffy black handcuffs to handcuff her slender wrists together, on the massive mass of pillows above her head. Her breath hitched when she felt the cool metal of the handcuffs close around her wrist, contrasting the warmth of the fluffy covering. "I'm gonna be rougher with you than usual, Thalia. If you ever want me to stop, remember- Fortnite's the safe word. Hopefully, it will turn me off enough to stop."

He smirked at his own joke, ignoring the little tremor that went through her body at his words. Thalia bit her lip, her wary electric blue eyes observing him closely with barely contained anticipation. Remembering his order, she stayed silent, trying to contain the moans threatening to escape her lips as he gently caressed her sensitive inner arms.

His rough fingers, gently trailed at a slow, torturous pace as he traced her slender arms, tickling her smooth armpits for a moment before running along her pink-tinged shoulders. He did not touch her heaving breasts, merely content with tracing her tits, running his finger along her cleavage, tickling the sensitive underside of her boobs, before gently drawing small patterns on her pale, milky skin. He traced the slender muscles on her toned stomach, before leaning down to softly kiss her belly button, and rub his warm face on her smooth, exposed stomach.

Thalia barely stopped the whimper at his torturous actions. "That's what you call being rough? Seems like I came to the wrong person."

Percy ignored her.

It was impossible to miss the obvious suggestions of what he was doing to her body. Her eyes glistened with slight tears, her lips trembled and her sweet voice wavered. Her muscles tensed and relaxed in anticipation under his touch, and despite her best efforts to give nothing away, her body quaked, shivered and trembled under his exploring fingers. Goosebumps sprang up her smooth, milky skin.

And all that, was discounting the rapidly growing damp, dark patch on the bedsheets or her glistening thighs and tight, pink pussy.

"What do you want me to do, princess?" He asked softly, continuing to touch and draw abstract patterns on her stomach.

Thalia blushed, looking away. "Y-you know."

Her thighs trembled when Percy finally ventured southward, gently tracing her abdomen. "I want to hear it from you."

"P-please to-touch m-me M-Mas-Master." Her cheeks were inflamed, her face resembling an open bucket of red paint. She would have said further, but her voice failed her, and she resigned herself to embarrassed mortification as she meekly stared at Percy to discern his reaction.

If he was surprised, he gave no sign as the Dark god lightly hummed in agreement.

Finally, he looked up at the embarrassed demigoddess with a slight smile on his face. "Now that was not so hard, was it? Good girl."

His rough hands came to a rest on the sensitive inside of her smooth thighs, slick and glistening with her sweet, warm nectar as he spread her thighs.

Thalia's breath hitched as Percy leaned down, and she subtly thrust her hips forward, eager for what was to come.

Percy was cruel, that was what she thought when he pulled away again, leaving her wet and hanging.

She looked at him with a cute expression of frustration, with furrowed eyebrows and teary eyes, mentally cursing the handcuffs that restrained her arms.

She stayed silent, however, remembering that she was not to speak unless he allowed her to.

"I just remembered that I'm overdressed for the occasion, so let me just get the shorts off, princess." He hooked his thumbs into his shorts and boxers, pulling them down a few centimetres to reveal a little bit more of his golden skin, taking care to keep the main thing out of her sight. "That is, unless you want me to keep the shorts on?"

Thalia chewed on her lower lip, her electric blue eyes hazy with lust as she vehemently shook her head- no, she had no problem with him taking off his shorts.

"I can't hear you." Percy teased, quashing down the feeling of being another Starscream with that statement.

"I want to see you naked, sir," Thalia spoke out through gritted teeth, aching to wipe the teasing smile off his face and make him eat her pussy. Burying down her annoyance at Percy's smugness, she concentrated on what was more important.

Most of the people in Camp Half-Blood, and even Camp Jupiter and the Hunters knew of Percy's massive meat courtesy of several pictures and dildos auctioned off by a certain love goddess and her children. But Thalia would be the only one- well, one of the only ones- to see it up close.

Percy noticed the eagerness with which the lieutenant of the Hunt was looking at his crotch, and grinned.

"What are the chances that I have changed my mind and don't want to undress?" He pondered aloud, enjoying the silent groan that Thalia gave. "What say you, princess?"

"Please stop teasing me, sir." She begged, and he noted that she did not even stutter or blush this time, instead saying sir the same way she said, Jackson.

"Alright, that's reasonable enough.... I think." Percy's grin did not recede a bit as he resumed his spot between her thighs. "Now, princess, lie back and enjoy."

And with those few words of warning, he went down on her.

Percy's lips immediately found her clit, wrapping around the sensitive nub of flesh as his rough chin teased her wet slit. His eyes sought out Thalia's lithe, struggling frame as he gently sucked on her clit, enjoying the sweet taste of her warm nectar that flooded his mouth. He gently licked her slit with his rough tongue, before again concentrating on her clit, gently grazing her flesh with his teeth.

Giving a gentle, loving parting kiss to the wet bundle of nerves glistening with his saliva, he concentrated on her sweltering, hot and throbbing, pussy.

His tongue went to work of its own accord, after years of munching pussy, only aided by Percy's eagerness as he buried his face into her dripping snatch. The velvety slab of muscle immediately parted her puffy, fat lips to attack her smooth, silky cunt, lapping up her sweet, warm juices with vigour as he tried to get in as deep as he could. His tongue writhed around like a snake as he tasted Thalia's sweetness, eagerly hitting every sensitive spot and lubing up her nice and tight pussy, already soaking wet, pussy in preparation of what was to come.

For her part, the daughter of Zeus had managed to surprise Percy with her tenacity, as, despite the truckloads of bliss and pleasure assaulting her body, she maintained control of her limbs and mouth, trying her best not to give away her eagerness, and rapidly impending climax.

Her trembling, glistening milky thighs were spread to allow Percy's head to nestle against her crotch, and she was the first one not to wrap her long, slender legs around his head. Out of sheer willpower to spite him, or because of Percy's rough hands strongly holding her thighs in place, he did not know.

Her arms were still held above her head, handcuffed together as she thrashed, throwing her head from side to side and biting down on her arm to stop herself from screaming out in ecstasy. Her stomach muscles tensed and clenched as she tried to hold off the rapidly approaching orgasm, or the urge to snap her hips into Percy's face, to hump him and get more of the mind-numbing, sheer intoxicating pleasure. Tears streamed down her cheeks, staining her beautiful face as she sobbed in humiliation, not being able to take the bliss overwhelming her mind, yet reluctant to part with.

Finally, she felt herself cross the edge, and felt torn between amazement at how quick he could make her come, or disappointment at how easily she had come.

All bonds, and every dreg of the monumental self-restraint and willpower that Thalia possessed, was lost as she cried out in lustful abandon, announcing her pleasure to the world as her back arched in a toe-curling climax, the hardest and quickest she had yet, thanks to her virile lover's skilful ministrations.

Thalia's scream met a lewd grin on Percy's face buried in her cunt as she sprayed her orgasmic juices all over Percy's lips and chin. He eagerly lapped it up, making her writhe in pleasure as he continued to eat her out through her orgasm, making her spine tingle as he swallowed her ample nectar with loud, audible gulps.

After her mind-shattering climax had somewhat subsided, Percy continued to lick her clean, attending to her slick thighs and glistening cunt with loving tenderness that made Thalia squirm.

With another parting, lingering suck on her clit, Percy looked up at her. He propped himself up on his elbows above her, moving forward so that his abs and clothed lower half could press against her wet lower half.

The daughter of Zeus had never felt more exposed than when he roamed every curve of her sinful body with dark eyes. She wanted to bring down her arms to cover her chest which formed an obscene, soft and erotic pillow on her chest, gently brushing Percy's naked, toned chest with her sensitive, smooth skin and erect, rosy nipples.

"Naughty girl. Why did you disobey my orders?" He grinned down at her furiously blushing face. "I think you need to be properly punished."

Thalia remained quiet, meekly staring at the tattoos covering his broad back, unable to meet his eyes as he moved away.

"You may talk," Percy spoke softly as he rummaged through the cupboards, searching for something.

"What are you going to do?" She asked softly, nervous yet excited.

"Wouldn't you like to know, princess." Percy grinned, though it was invisible to her. "Now, close your eyes."

The submissive daughter of Zeus complied, closing her eyes with a pink blush dusting her cheeks, her clit throbbing with painful anticipation.

"Ouch." She winced as she felt a sharp prick on her finger. Percy's rough, calloused palms wrapped around her soft, smooth arms and lifted both her handcuffed arms.

Unsure of whether she was allowed to open her eyes, she continued to guess, feeling Percy lick her finger, sucking it into his wet, warm velvety mouth.

Her confusion did not last long, however, as she felt the cold, sharp tip of a knife trail against her soft lips. Her breath hitched and her eyes flew open to see Percy lightly trail a glinting silver knife along her full, pink lips. Her finger, which she believed had been pricked with the same knife, was still in his mouth as he attended to her lips. Not wanting to cause any accidents to herself, Thalia stayed silent, despite her fear and- she was still denying it- excitement.

Suddenly, in a sharp movement that made her flinch, Percy twirled the knife in his hands, presenting the shiny flat surface to Thalia's eyes to act as a mirror. Her electric blue eyes immediately sought out her lips in the reflection, only to see blood red, where had been pink. It made her look like she was wearing some expensive, Ruby red lipstick, like the ones Aphrodite wore.

"W-What are you doing, Percy?" She asked, her lips trembling.

He did not bother to look at her, as he finally let go of the finger he had been sucking on, instead licking up her red, mortal blood off the knife as he continued to gaze at her naked body. She did not like it one bit. "Remember, the safe word is Fortnite."

And with that, he flipped her with minimal effort, making it look like she did not weigh anything. She felt his hand thread itself in her silky black hair, his strong fingers digging into her scalp as he pushed her face into his pillow to muffle her screams.

This had the unintended effect of pushing the Hunter's face directly into his pillow, the place where his scent was strongest. Thalia's sensitive nose was assaulted by a fragrance that she could get addicted to, a musky scent with the slightest hint of ambrosia or nectar, carrying a lingering tinge of slight sweat and sex. Mixed with that were other scents she recognized, Hestia's smoky fragrance, Calypso's floral, and Asteria's fresh tropical scent.

She whimpered slightly as she sniffed the strong fragrance, relishing in the dominant smell of her virile, Dark lover.

Her entire body stiffened, her muscles tensing as she felt him touch her again. Her breath hitched, as more juices leaked from her exposed cunt.

She could see why so many people were so into it. Despite the fact that she knew Percy had a knife, she allowed him to touch her, not only that, but was also excited at the prospective.

The Dark god gently trailed his knife along her spine carefully, careful to stimulate her with the barest minimum, still relearning the ropes of knife play.

He loved the way she reacted to the knife's cool touch, arching her back to get away from it, instead jutting up her waist and presenting him with her juicy ass in doggy style.

He replaced the knife with his finger, and could feel her tense again beneath his touch.

He grinned in sadistic pleasure at seeing his submissive squirm, and with a flash, pricked her soft shoulder.

Thalia gasped at the sudden, unexpected sting, but it was replaced the very next moment, gone in a flash, so fast that she was not sure if it was her brain playing tricks on her.

Percy watched the single drop of blood well up on her pale, milky skin like a dark ruby, before he lapped it away. He heard Thalia sigh in content as his warm, soft lips and wet mouth replaced the knife's sharp edge.

He watched the cute lieutenant of the Hunt try not to squirm on his bed, her hands still handcuffed over her head as she exposed her backside to him.

After giving her a brief moment to cope with his sudden attack, Percy decided to continue. His fingers, deft and experienced with years of wielding knives, on enemies and lovers alike, moved with a mind of their own, making precise pricks just where he knew would pleasure her the most, occasionally just softly tracing her smooth skin, and gentle curves.

He knew what he was doing, and his mind just worked to keep the original design he had started with, intact.

He was rewarded well for his painstaking efforts to carefully touch the daughter of Zeus. It was just like tattooing, pricking one's skin with something sharp. Just this time, the body and mind were painted with lust, and cleaned with love.

The soothing touch of gentle kisses and soft lips followed the painful, aggressive touch of the knife's cool, sharp blade, as Percy licked away the blood and pain before they had a chance to manifest. He was a professional, skillfully drawing on Thalia's back with the knife, never concentrating on one region for more than a fleeting moment, constantly keeping her on her toes, but never hurting her.

Occasional stray cuts on her limbs and gentle caresses of her soft hair, helped Thalia when the painful pleasure became too much.

Being pricked constantly by a sharp knife wielded by your lover, shouldn't have felt so good. But, thanks to some obscene, twisted play of fate, it felt better than anything sexual or otherwise, that Thalia had ever experienced.

Every time the knife disappeared from her skin, Thalia tried to guess where he would touch her next, but every time, she would get it wrong. And every time, her toes would curl and her back would arch as she felt the now familiar sting return. Perhaps it was her lightheadedness from the intoxicating fragrance from Percy's pillow, or the unpredictability that ran in the blood of the sons of the sea, Thalia did not know, nor did she care.

Hearing her light sobs and whimpers, Percy finally stopped, glancing over her to see that she was indeed alright. The large, dark patch of sweet-smelling nectar that stained the bedsheets between her legs was a dead giveaway of what she really felt, as he turned to look at his handiwork.

Thalia's back rose and fell in heavy breaths and pants as she breathed heavily. Several red dots marked her otherwise pale, smooth back, despite not a drop of blood being visible on her back. The pinpricks spelt out, 'Property of Percy Jackson'. A few cuts were visible on her sensitive, soft thighs and arms, as well as her slim, creamy waist.

Snapping his fingers, Percy summoned a cube of ambrosia, gently smiling at the silently sobbing demigoddess, crushing the godly food in his arms in preparation for a gentle massage.

"How did it feel, princess?" His voice was soft, not giving anything away about his sadistic desires.

Thalia continued to hiccup and sob slightly as she tried her best to answer. "It-It hurt so much, but it was a good hurt. I don't know how being cut could feel so good, but-but-"

Percy leaned down to gently kiss the back of her neck, as his calloused hands met her inflamed skin in preparation for a gentle massage for his beautiful submissive. His hands glided over her skin as he thoroughly rubbed in the godly food, watching in wonder as her wounds sealed back up immediately, leaving only a beautiful cursive on her back, that looked like it had been tattooed on her back. 'Property of Percy Jackson'- Percy made a mental note to actually get her a tattoo like that someday.

"Now, princess, are you ready for the main course?" Percy asked softly, moving back from the bed to drop his shorts. Seeing Thalia perk up at the sound of fabric hitting the floor, he tutted. "Stay like you are, princess."

Growling at her disobedience as she continued to struggle, to try to twist and catch a glimpse of his cock, he roughly took hold of a bundle of her hair, shoving her face deep into his pillow. His muscles flexed as a grin twisted his delicious lips, as he watched her futilely struggle against him as her air supply was cut off.

After holding her like that for a few seconds, he relented. "Don't be naughty, princess, or I'll have to punish you."

His voice was like aphrodisiac to the daughter of Zeus, who whimpered quietly, and buried her face into the pillow, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps. The scent in her nostrils made her wonder whether he had actually put it in his pillow, but then scoffed. The musky scent of the sea, and the sharp, unidentifiable scent of the Dark god which immediately screamed danger, was quite a familiar one for her.

Her breath hitched as she finally felt his hands move back to her ass, rough calloused palms massaging and kneading her soft flesh and smooth, creamy skin. She bit back down a whimper, and bit down on the pillow in an effort to muffle her moans as he went to town on her juicy ass, toned through years of hunting and sprinting through jungles. His rough hands were unforgiving and harsh on her soft behind, his fingers sinking into her flesh as she felt his fingers probe and travel up her ass, occasionally dipping down to briefly ghost across her throbbing, aching and wet, needy cunt lips.

Tears welled up in her eyes at his slow, sensuous torture, but Thalia refused to yield.

Suddenly, she saw a shadow cast across her body, and felt Percy lean over her. Her muscles tensed in anticipation, only to relax involuntarily at his gentle touch.

It was all a game, Thalia observed, as Percy played with her body. Her muscles tensed whenever she anticipated anything, only to relax with a single gentle touch. No matter how much she screamed at her body and mind to remain alert, it was in vain as rough slaps and harsh, shameless gropes made her whimper and moan, coming when she least expected it, always unpredictable.

In fact, amidst the torturous sensations of overwhelming bliss that was frying all her senses, Thalia missed the rough, strong hand that had firmly pinned down her handcuffed hands above her head.

The daughter of Zeus screamed in pain and pleasure as her legs kicked out, the pillow dropping from her open mouth, wet with a mixture of saliva and tears. Her toes curled as she arched her back, throwing her head back and pressing herself as close to Percy as she finally orgasmed, the second time of the night.

His cock nestled deep in her insides, pressing against the back of her womb, warm and throbbing with every heartbeat. Percy's toned, lean body glistened with slight sweat as he leaned above her, his chest heaving as he panted. Her puffy pussy lips hungrily swallowed his meat, stretched wide, almost on the brink of splitting her in half as a prominent bulge formed on Thalia's stomach, replicating the shape of his monstrous cock on her otherwise toned stomach.

But beyond the scream signalling her explosive release, Percy was surprised to see no reaction from Thalia apart from her soft moaning and whimpering. No, rather, he was astounded by how easily her pussy was stretched in anticipation, perfectly moulding itself to his cock with all the skill expected of Aphrodite's blood. But most of all, he was surprised at the supposedly virgin lieutenant of the Hunters of Artemis' lack of a hymen.

He leaned down, a lecherous grin on his face as he pressed his lips to her ear, making her shiver and go quiet. "Seems like the virgin Huntress is not so virgin after all, princess."

He relished in seeing the blood rush to her face, before continuing in a low, predatory voice that made her tremble and throb with need, "I must admit my surprise. Have you been practising this, too? With a dildo- the Percy Jackson dildo to be precise? Or a knife- those are easier to come by."

"Oh, how arrogant I am being. Perhaps, someone else? Someone.... special?" He pondered on it for a few moments. "Luke? Nah, you were too young.... a Huntress, then? Or perhaps a Camper? Nico? Nah, he's gay. Hmm, who could it possibly be?"

He laughed, before his free hand encircled her throat. "Tell me, princess."

"A-Annabeth."

Percy's brain short-circuited for a moment, as he blinked dumbly. "I'm sure I misheard you. My mind must be playing tricks on me, would you mind repeating that again, princess?"

"It was Annabeth, sir." She refused to meet his eyes, despite the fact that he had twisted her head so that she would look at him. Her electric blue eyes darted from left to right, refusing to meet his piercing dark green eyes.

"Don't drag her into this."

She finally looked into his eyes, annoyance brimming in her eyes. "I'm telling you, it was Annabeth!.... Sir." She added as an afterthought, scared of whatever blissful punishment he would dish out next.

"I don't get it." He still continued to stare at her dumbly, Thalia's impatient grinding and his cock throbbing in her womb forgotten.

"Remember the time you and Artemis went out for a month to scout monster bases all over the country and follow Lester?"

He nodded. Yeah, he did remember that month, mainly because he was having too much fun flirting with Artemis and watching her blush and stutter as she tried to, what was in her mind, discreetly ogle his body.

"Yeah, Annabeth came to me... like a week in, telling me that I will be your second harem member, she being the first. And then she started teaching me everything she knew about your body and what you like. You don't know how awkward that was!" She ranted, finally getting off the secret that she had been hiding for months, glancing at Percy while he flirted with and kissed Annabeth. All the nights she had spent alone listening to them going at it for hours in their tent, while she rode her special Percy Jackson dildo in her tent. No, seriously, the sounds of the two going at it like rabbits echoed through the Camp at night, and every single Hunter was given a first-row ticket to their passionate coupling.

She watched as Percy shook his head, as if to get the cobwebs clear of his mind. "Fuck, thanks for planting that image in my head. I think I've just had a new core memory, watching Annabeth teach you about me. Why couldn't I be there? Damn."

He grinned at her, smirking. "So, how many people have you slept with, Thals?"

He accentuated it with a thrust that sent him as deep as he could go, slamming against the very back of her womb and making her arch her back as another wave of mind-numbing pleasure washed over her. He mildly noticed that despite all the 'training' that she had, Thalia could not take the last two inches of his cock, a fact that made him sigh in slight disappointment.

Thalia whimpered as blood rushed back to her face, her hips wriggling as she tried to grind against Percy, cursing his teasing. "Wh-why d-did yo-you stop, sir?"

"You didn't answer my question yet, princess." His growl sent shivers down her spine.

"On-only Annabeth, sir." She spoke quietly, refusing to meet his eyes.

Thalia yelped when her face was unceremoniously shoved back into his pillow. Seeing her struggle, Percy growled, a deep, rumbling noise that made her fall silent as juices leaked from her pulsing pussy, spasming around his cock.

Percy pulled out, making her whine slightly as she felt a gaping emptiness in her stretched cunt, that his thick meat had once occupied. "What are you doing, sir?"

"Did I give you permission to speak, princess?"

"No, sir. I'm sorry, sir." She was really getting into this talk.

"Good girl. Now sit still and enjoy."

Before she had a chance to ask what he was referring to, Thalia screamed again. Her back arched as her toes curled in pleasure, as Percy bottomed out again.

This time in her virgin asshole.

The god groaned, hiding his face in her silky black hair as he hilted himself inside her, breathing in her ozone and pine scent, as his cock throbbed in her unbelievably tight, pulsing behind. Thalia's erotic moans and whimpers as she came down from her sudden lust induced high were music to his ears.

Thalia felt herself pant against the pillow, breathing heavily as she felt her virile lover's monster cock in her ass, rearranging her organs with all the grace of a rampaging rhino. Her behind felt uncomfortable with such a massive piece of iron-hard meat stretching her to the max, and she felt like she was losing her virginity all over again. Her lower half felt like she was splitting in half, her pussy lips pulsing and throbbing in lustful need. She felt the head of his cock, warm and throbbing, in her intestines, and heard her heart beating against her ribs.

And then, Percy began to move.

He moved back his hips so that only his tip, as large as her fist, was inside, and then slammed all of his thirteen inches, back in.

His hips thundered against her ass as he moved at an ungodly, burning pace that betrayed his barely restrained lustful urges as he finally fucked Thalia. Setting up an unrelenting, almost violent pace as he fucked the whimpering demigoddess doggy style, Percy's eyes roamed her gorgeous form. The musky smell of sex hung thick in the air, the sound of skin slapping on skin echoing through the room.

The Dark god watched as Thalia clawed at the bedsheets, trying to prevent herself from floating off the bed from sheer ecstasy. A slight sheen of sweat covered her glistening, milky skin, her shoulders tinged pink. Her toned ass was slowly turning red, her milky skin abused by his rampaging hips as he rearranged her organs. His balls slapped against her clit with every thrust, covered with her orgasmic juices as she climaxed every few minutes from his violent fucking.

Thalia was not sure if she was in Elysium, or the Fields of Punishment. The pain from having Percy's thick cock in her tight virgin asshole made her uncomfortable, accompanied by the sting on her abused ass and clit from being constantly slapped.

However, all that was overshadowed by toe-curling, mind-numbing and nerve frying bliss, burning ecstasy that made her question her sanity. Every time she tried to comprehend a wave of pleasure washing over her body, the effects of five more were piled on her, to the point that Thalia abandoned her futile attempts to retain her sanity, and give in to the endless sea of pleasure she was swimming in.

Her eyes rolled back into her head, her tongue lolled out of her mouth and making her look like the mindless, dumb cockslut that Percy had fucked her into. The normally rebellious, punk daughter of Zeus had long ago given up any effort to resist him, merely content with the repeated orgasms that he was treating her to, only wanting more of him, his burning touch and his throbbing cock. Hot tears of lustful humiliation rolled down her cheeks, joining the drool escaping her glistening pink lips as they stained her chin.

Percy threw his head back as he felt himself near his orgasm, surprisingly sooner than he had estimated. Her ass was simply too delicious a fruit, her velvet walls pulsing around his cock as he continued to fuck her, his pace increasing unbelievably. Her wet, warm flesh sucked him in and refused to let go, and Percy could only be glad for the ample lubrication her pussy had provided him with.

Clenching his abs as he tried to fight off his impending orgasm, Percy prepared for the home stretch.

Grabbing a firm hold of her throat in his left hand, he made her lift her head, arching her back further to accentuate her ass further. She screamed out in wanton lust and overwhelming pleasure, no longer muffled by his- now soaked- pillow, staring up at the heavens as she neared another toe-curling climax.

His right hand sought out her heaving tits, groping her massive chest with all the eagerness and skill that his pleasure addled mind could muster. His fingers probed and groped her cloudy flesh without shame, squeezing so tightly that his strong fingers dug into her soft flesh, pinching and tweaking her rosy nipples.

He leaned down, nibbling and sucking along her shoulder and neck in a gentle gesture, that completely contrasted the harshness of his wandering fingers, or the thunderous pace of his hips.

The last thought that Percy's brain could muster before he lost himself in the dark clutches of a mind-blowing orgasm, was, 'Let's give her the tattoo now.'

His right hand still occupied with her sizeable chest, he brought his left to lay it on Thalia's red, undoubtedly sore, ass.

He howled when his orgasm hit, a familiar churning in his balls as he emptied his load in her stomach.

And he activated his power, channelling it through his left hand to leave a permanent tattoo on her ass.

Thalia screamed, thrashing around in equal parts pain and overwhelming pleasure, her mind a white haze thanks to the myriad of sensations assaulting her body and mind. Her cunt spasmed in the strongest orgasm she had yet, warmth blooming in her stomach as she felt Percy climax finally, after innumerable orgasms on her part. It was accompanied by immeasurable pain that somehow added to the orgasm's intensity- mind-numbing pain that blurred the lines between pain and pleasure, as she was permanently branded with Percy's symbol- Anaklusmos and Doomslayer crossed with a trident.

Rope after rope of thick, hot and fertile, cum was emptied in her stomach, enough to make a dozen mortal women pregnant a dozen times over, gallons and gallons of virile semen unloaded in her intestines and stomach. Thalia felt her stomach bloat beyond all recognition, the toned, slightly muscular and slim frame giving way to a horribly bloated stomach that made her look like she was nine months pregnant with triplets. The Dark god's cock felt like a firehose in her stomach, that continued to pump delicious liquid pleasure right into her stomach.

But Percy did not stop.

He brought out his still spurting cock, stroking it so he covered Thalia's delicious, red ass under a thick layer of white that made her pale skin look even paler.

Not done yet, he dropped her to the floor on her knees, emptying the last of his seed on her face and heaving tits, as his minute-long orgasm finally subsided.

Percy felt his dog tags- he had forgotten to take them off- stick to his glistening chest, his raven hair sticking to his face. He swept the black locks out of his face, looking down at the demigoddess, who was, surprisingly still conscious through her powerful orgasm.

Thalia's angelic face was buried under several layers of thick cum, a blissful, silly grin on her face, her bruised pink lips now white, having lost the red shade her blood had given. Her hot, wet tongue darted out to lick her lips clean, her hazy electric blue eyes widening at the taste. Cum trailed down her chin and slender neck to her heaving tits, trailing along her cleavage, and dripping from her erect nipples. The seed leaking from her ass formed a lewd puddle of juices on the floor around her crotch, mixing with the fluids leaking from her cunt. Luscious thighs pressed together to form an inviting, creamy pillow of flesh, the dark ink of her elaborate tattoo that covered her side, from her ribs to slim waist and delicious thigh, distorted thanks to her bloated stomach. Her newest tattoo on her left asscheek was visible from his height, making Percy grin.

Her bloated stomach, with thick seed slowly trickling down her pale skin, made her look like the lewd, slutty version of a pregnant mother.

"You look beautiful, princess."

His fingers curled in her black hair, slightly sticky with his semen and pulled her face to clean his cock.

Thalia eagerly attended to his cock, gently kissing his throbbing erection like a woman would kiss her lover, her small, velvet tongue darting to lick the remaining traces of seed from his meat, tasting herself on him. Her tastebuds sang praises as she peppered him with gentle kisses, gently nuzzling her messy face in his warm ballsack, before licking him clean. Her wet lips wrapped around his flesh, sucking slightly. Her lustful electric blue eyes looked up at him with reverence as she worshipped his cock and balls.

Looking down at the demigoddess sucking his cock clean, Percy could not help but grin.

It was going to be a long night.

Chapter 45: Thalia's Tent

Time: A Few Months After Prologue Part 2

"And that is how you stop a friendly Cyclops high on Red Bull." Thalia finished solemnly, evoking laughter from all sides as her tale concluded.

Life at the Hunters had come back to what it was, well, as close as could be with less than half the number of members. The three children of the Big Three had come as a breath of fresh life, with almost everyone jumping in to teach the new, powerful demigods all there was to learn.

About all sorts of things. While Artemis and Phoebe taught them hunting and close combat, Atalanta taught them rudimentary medicine and basic first aid, etc. Meanwhile, pranking was something that had become staple at the Hunters' Camp, with everyone wary of each other, and always looking before sitting, or carefully inspecting their tents upon return for anything. Percy and Thalia were the ones who bore the brunt of pranks, because the two only seemed to target each other relentlessly, and everyone else jumped in for the ride.

Campfires had become a pleasant nocturnal ritual again, with every Hunter sharing anecdotes while roasting marshmallows around a roaring, bright campfire that lit up the surrounding area with a bright, orange flame.

Although everyone enjoyed it, the spark that burned bright at the Hunt was missing, with both Artemis and Percy being away on a scouting mission. They had left a few days prior, after receiving orders to scout a relatively large nest a few hundred miles to the southwest.

The night was one that evoked nostalgic memories of so many others like it, spent with their sisters underneath the open sky in different parts of the world. The bright silver of the full moon's orb bathed the wild landscape in ivory light that gave everything a silver tinge, showing off its goddess' happy mood. The star-studded, dark purple sky was clear and beautiful, and the eternal Huntress stood like a lonely, twinkling sentinel looking over her sisters. A slight breeze whispered through the tall, gently swaying coniferous trees, making the leaves rustle with the mysterious language of the forest. Insects added music to the chorus of the nocturnal forest, accompanied by the soft hoot of an owl flitting through the branches, and the perpetual, beautiful sound of a stream nearby. The air was fresh and sweet, as expected of a deserted forest so deep in uninhabited territory, and carried with it the gentle, sweet smell of the first flowers of spring.

Occasionally, the eye would catch glimpse of a wild animal's silhouette captured against the moonlight, but none paid them any attention, knowing that the power of Artemis, goddess of wildlife and forests, protected, and watched over both.

If they missed their parents, none of the Little Big Three gave any indication, for the family they had received was greater than any family they had left behind. Occasional bouts of homesickness still plagued them, but it was gone as soon as it came, the three preteens content with their overpowered brother's silly, childish antics, overprotective sisters and loving family.

"Alright now, let's go! No more stories, lights out for the night." Thalia ordered as lieutenant, glancing at the moon to confirm that it was indeed, late, later than usual.

Amid slight protests from the Hunters, she stood unyielding, unmovable from her staunch position to get all of them to sleep. Hands on her hips, she glared at the dissenters, the bright orange tongues of flame from the campfire reflected in her bright, electric blue eyes.

"Oh, I get it. Get the three younglings to bed, and then we'll chat, grown-up stuff, right?" Ruby smirked, elbowing Cathy and making everyone roll their eyes.

"Nope, goes for you too." She smirked at their deflated expressions, before adding as an afterthought, "And if you want me to do something silly like Jackson, then forget it. Now, chop ch-"

The beautiful daughter of Zeus winced at her slip up, her cheeks heating up as her hand flew to her mouth. Despite her mortification, she was smiling internally as the laughing Hunters went back to their tents obediently, occasionally shoving each other playfully in harmless banter.

She made a mental note to beat the crap out of the accursed, stupidly hot, sadly taken, too fucking dumb to catch her hints, Jackson once he got back. If he really was dense, or if he was just messing with her by ignoring, what every girl thought, were obvious hints, she did not know.

She turned to her own tent, which she had been sharing with Annabeth for the last few days, seeing as Percy, being Percy, had absentmindedly packed their tent for his scouting trip, instead of the standard one. Thalia didn't mind though, shaking her head at the demigod as a small smile played across her soft, pink lips.

She opened the flap and dipped inside, not bothering to let Annabeth know that she was coming. The daughter of Athena had come back early because she wanted to talk to Jackson, and Thalia had let her have her alone time with him.

She stopped, wondering why the tent was so dark, as she waited for her eyes to adjust to the darkness.

After a few minutes, she could make out the features of her tent, bathed in a gentle glow of silver moonlight that made everything tinged with silver, with a silvery surface.

Closing her eyes, she navigated her cluttered room through her memory. Her nimble feet expertly weaved through the mounds of junk on her floor, knowing where she threw all the wrappers of her snacks, or the spot where she threw all her dirty clothes. Her hand immediately reached out for the cupboard by her bed, and she counted the steps.

The daughter of Zeus stopped when she knew that she was in front of the bed, finally opening her eyes.

A lump formed in her throat.

For the first time, Thalia understood why Percy had fallen in love with Annabeth.

Resting on the bed as she watched an Iris Message, bathed in silver moonlight, Thalia was unsure if it was indeed Annabeth she was looking at, or if Artemis had flashed to her tent as a prank. Her slightly tanned, flawless and unblemished skin seemed like pale velvet under the silver shine, her soft, gentle features belonging to a goddess sculpted by the hand of Aphrodite herself. The daughter of Athena's stormy grey eyes seemed endless, like a deep ocean with no bed, swirling with knowledge and abstract emotions. Soft, pink lips curled up in a beautiful smile revealing her sparkling, perfect white teeth, her smooth, unblemished skin like ivory. Her normally golden blonde hair seemed woven out of the finest silver, falling in gentle curls past her shoulders. If Thalia had felt self-conscious in front of Percy, or standing beside one of her sisters, the feeling- a strange mixture of jealousy, wistfulness, and slight, just a little bit, hunger- of seeing Annabeth like that topped it all. Accompanied by the gentle scent of her perfume, Thalia felt something that she had never thought anybody other than Percy could evoke.

For the first time in her life, Thalia lusted after somebody who was not Percy- fucking- Jackson. And it just had to be his girlfriend, whom she viewed as a little sister.

She cursed her luck as she stood there awkwardly, trying to ignore her feelings for the daughter of Athena.

"Oh, you're here!" Annabeth broke her trance, making her stare at the demigoddess as she swiped through the Iris Message, sitting up on the bed.

Thalia cursed her inhuman eyesight, as she saw details she wouldn't have noticed otherwise under the dim light of the moon filtering in through the tent walls. The way her tits jiggled, revealing her lack of a bra, how she bit her pink lip, how delicious her soft, luscious thighs looked, or how she nervously played with a few strands of her silky hair, or how her grey eyes danced, refusing to meet her equally nervous electric blue.

"What is the matter?" Thalia asked, trying to sound uncaring and offhanded, mentally swearing to beat Jackson to crap, if he hurt Annabeth in any way. Not that he would.

"I-I'm h-horny," Annabeth asked, turning her face to the side with a furious blush on her cheeks.

Thalia blinked, not trusting her ears to hear correctly. "Come again?"

"I'm horny." She clarified, with just the tinge of annoyance creeping into her voice for having to repeat herself twice.

Thalia blushed as deeply as Annabeth when she confirmed that, in fact, she had heard correctly. She stammered, "Wh-what do you want me to do about it? I-I can w-wait outside if you want-"

Annabeth shook her head. "Nope, I want the Percy Jackson merchandise you are hiding. The idiot took mine when he stupidly packed our tent."

She blinked again. She felt like she was becoming increasingly dumb by the moment.

When her words finally registered, the blood rushed to her face at an alarming speed, making her blush down to her neck as she vehemently denied the truth, waving her hands frantically. "Whatever gave you the idea that I would have merch in my tent?! Heh...."

Her nervous laugh trailed off at Annabeth's disbelieving look.

"I'm not eight anymore, Thalia." The daughter of Athena chastised, "And you are a really bad liar. Lastly, you will need a better hiding spot for your Percy pillow than under your bed."

"Hey, cut me some slack! You barged into my room unannounced, and I had really short notice to hide everything-" Her hand flew to her mouth when she realised what she had just said, her eyelids fluttering as she looked away, caught with her hand in the cookie jar.

"Now, out with it."

"You aren't mad?" The normally rebellious demigoddess asked meekly at her authoritative tone.

"Only if you don't share."

Thalia's mind raced at the double meanings her words contained. Nope, it was innocent, surely?

Still not fully comprehending what she was doing or what was happening, Thalia shuffled towards a locked closet, fiddling with a key hidden beneath her Greenday doormat. "It's here- mmph!"

Her words of alarm came out muffled as she was tackled by a blur of shiny golden-silver hair.

Her sight was blocked by the same, as Thalia felt soft lips press against her, in a passionate kiss. Her electric blue eyes widened as she recognized her attacker, and she struggled in the unyielding grasp of strong arms that pinned her to the wooden closet.

"Mmph!" She exclaimed again, trying to resist the urge to submit to the gentle caresses of Annabeth's soft lips. A velvet, pink tongue ran along her puffy, full lips, and she parted obediently, all shreds of self-restraint coming undone under Annabeth's touch.

The daughter of Athena explored the daughter of Zeus' mouth eagerly once she got permission, running her tongue along every surface, trying to burn Thalia's coffee taste in her brain. Their lips moved in tandem as Annabeth took charge, trying to remember everything that Percy did to make her feel special. One of her hands pinned Thalia's arms behind her, as her free arm wrapped around her waist, pulling the taller girl closer to her. She wanted to pin Thalia's arms above her head as Percy did, but her shorter height would not allow it, a fact that exasperated her to no end.

Finally, when the need to breathe became too pressing to ignore, the two red-faced demigoddesses broke apart, breathing heavily, a thin, glistening string of saliva connecting their swollen lips.

"How did you like your first kiss, Thals?" Annabeth asked, breathless.

"What about Percy?" Thalia asked, nervous, trying to ignore her heart pounding against her ribs, or the implications of what she had just done.

She did not bother to correct Annabeth that it was not her first kiss. No, of course, she had found a way to make Percy her first kiss, by 'practising' mouth to mouth on the demigod. The two demigods, teacher and student, had kissed for hours on Percy's bed. The dense demigod had not even known when Thalia had turned it to a full out make-out session, nor did he know that they were engaged in a steamy make-out session in the first place.

Her excuse had been that she did not know mouth to mouth, and did not want to embarrass herself by asking anybody else. So, she had come to him, 'in secret'.

Of course, it was inspired by a daughter of Demeter, who had pretended to drown earlier that day, just to have Percy do mouth to mouth on her.

"What about him?" She asked, staring up at the taller girl with beautiful grey eyes.

"Aren't you, you know, cheating on him?"

"He thinks it's hot. Besides, he is having his own fun."

"What fun?"

She did not elaborate any further, instead smirking up at the daughter of Zeus. "Come on, Thals. I'll make you the second member of Percy's harem."

"Wh-what?!" She almost screeched, having trouble recognizing this girl before her as the Annabeth she knew.

The daughter of Athena winked conspiratorially, "Just between you and me, Percy is a bit too much for me to handle sometimes. So, I'm getting him a harem."

"And you're fine with sharing him with other girls?" Her voice was softer this time, gentler.

Annabeth smiled, a beautiful smile that made Thalia's heart beat faster. She wondered how two different expressions on two wildly different people, Annabeth's innocent smile, and Jackson's devilish smirk, could make her feel the same way.

"I'm ready to share how he makes me feel. Think of it as me bragging about my boyfriend, and besides, it would be a polyamorous relationship. That's why, I get to be your first." She smirked at Thalia's furious blush, before taking her soft hand gently in hers, leading her to the bed.

"Come on, Thals. Percy is waiting."

Before she had an opportunity to ask what she meant, Thalia's eyes caught her full-sized Percy Jackson body pillow on the bed. Her cheeks heated up involuntarily, despite her knowing that Annabeth already knew about her merchandise collection.

She was gently pushed onto the bed, and she offered no resistance, sinking into the soft sheets. Annabeth had taken care to remove the thick fur blankets that normally covered every Hunter's bed, knowing how hard it would be to get bodily fluids out of the fur.

Thalia sighed, lying on her bed, exposing her clothed body to Annabeth's stormy grey eyes mentally undressing her. She shuddered at the feeling of being watched, instead concentrating on the faint silver silhouette of the moon visible overhead, through the thin fabric walls of her tent.

"You are beautiful, Thals. Percy will love you, if you confess to him."

Annabeth continued, as she straddled the older girl. "We can be lovers, too. A three-way polyamorous relationship. We'll be friends, family, lovers.... there is nothing stopping us from it."

Thalia's thoughts turned to mush as her soft lips met her again in a chaste kiss, and the daughter of Athena knew, this was it.

No words were needed then, as the two pulled closer, as close as they possibly could, their chaste kiss turning to a steamy, full-blown make-out session. Swollen pink lips parted to allow their wet velvet tongues to tangle, swapping saliva as they memorized each other's preferences.

Thalia let out a short, involuntary gasp as the daughter of Athena pulled away, leaving her breathless, with hot cheeks.

The cold air assaulted her bare skin, making goosebumps travel up her smooth, flawless skin. Electric blue eyes widened as she took in her unbuttoned shirt, somehow Annabeth had managed to unbutton her shirt while they were kissing. She could not help the pang of jealousy that spiked in her thumping heart as she saw Annabeth's skill, and could not help but grit her teeth as she thought of the person who had taught her that during innumerable, long nights.

Still, she couldn't help but shiver as stormy grey eyes wandered over her body, taking in her newly exposed, pale skin. Thalia wore a black bra that held her B- almost C- cup breasts, that hugged her slim frame perfectly, leading to a toned, flat stomach and crossed unconsciously crossed thighs to hide her aroused wetness.

She felt her blush kick up a notch as Annabeth smiled at her body, softly trailing her fingers up her exposed stomach, and making her shiver.

"Beautiful." She spoke absentmindedly, her eyes still occupied with optically eating the delectable body of the demigoddess.

She leaned back, arching her back as she straddled Thalia, trying to copy Percy's actions as much as she could. After making sure that Thalia's hands were pinned to her sides by her thighs, Annabeth's slender arms came to play with the hem of her t-shirt.

"Tell me what you want Th.....slut." A smirk played on her lips as she watched Thalia's eyes widen at her words, before a smirk mirroring hers appeared on the older girl's lips. She was killing it.

Thalia, having decided to play along to Annabeth's whims, gave a moan, trying to make it seem as authentic as possible, which was not hard, as she felt the warmth of Annabeth's crotch and her soft thighs press against her body. "I want to see you naked, I want to see you bent over and getting your cute little brains fucked out by Percy's monster cock, I want to see you spanked by your- our big daddy, like the slutty little baby girl you are, Percy's bitch."

Annabeth's eyes widened just a fraction of an inch, but she caught it all the same, as the daughter of Zeus smirked victoriously up at her.

The daughter of Athena smirked, "That's the spirit."

And without waiting for her response, her slender arms pulled her shirt over her head, allowing her D cup tits to jiggle into freedom.

As if that hadn't been enough to make her question her sexual orientations, Thalia's mouth watered as she stared at Annabeth's exposed chest, with lust and a little -just a teeny weeny bit, she told herself- of love, her mind completely devoid of the jealousy she expected at Annabeth's larger tits.

Her slightly tanned skin seemed to glow a gentle golden silver as she stared at Annabeth's naked body, trying to burn the memory permanently into her brain. Her firm D cup tits hugged her chest nicely, with absolutely no sag, making her look like she was wearing an invisible bra. Her little pink nipples stood stiff and crinkled in the cold air of the tent, poking slightly out of her smooth skin, making Thalia's mouth water. She could feel the lustful warmth from Annabeth like heat from a campfire, and it drove her crazy.

Her eyes wandered along her slender arms, to her unfortunately covered crotch and thighs, before trailing back up her perfectly toned and muscled stomach, put on full display by her arched back.

If she was surprised to see the bellybutton, she did not express it. She could have been Athena's brainchild, like every other demigod child of Athena, and not born naturally, but the godly world worked on that way. Aphrodite magically sprung forth from Ouranos' castrated balls for fuck's sake!

"Mmm...." Annabeth's sultry moan made her breathing pick up, as she leaned in, chewing on her lower lip as she mashed her soft tits to Thalia's toned stomach. "Your turn. Should I?"

And despite her lust and feigned confidence and punk attitude, Thalia could not help the blood rushing to her face as grey eyes bore into her electric blue.

"I- I will." She cursed her stutter and meek voice as she looked away, unable to hold Annabeth's burning gaze.

The daughter of Zeus, despite being pinned to the bed by an unbelievably sexy, half-naked daughter of Athena she considered to be her sister, showed off the ungodly flexibility that all Hunters seem to possess by virtue of their patron goddess. Her back arched, lifting her completely off the bed as her slender arms reached behind her back to unhook her bra effortlessly.

"Umm... a-are you ready?" She asked, her cheeks still painted red, still unable to look Annabeth in the eye.

"Of course." Annabeth's voice betrayed her excitement, as Thalia felt the heat from her crotch grow in arousal.

"Al- alright." Why was she being so nervous, damn it!

The lieutenant of the Hunt shot a prayer to every God she could recall as she finally let the bra fall from her chest.

But Annabeth had learnt from the best of the best, pulling Percy's neat little tricks out of the impossible book that was her superhuman brain.

While Thalia had been busy dealing with her embarrassment and glaring at the carpeted floor, she had managed to undo the button on her jeans, her nimble fingers having no trouble as she tried not to distract the girl.

The result?

Thalia yelped, surprised as Annabeth yanked her jeans down to her ankles, her arms involuntarily coming up to cover herself, in a futile effort to protect her dignity.

The blush had yet to recede, instead creeping down her cheeks as she lay practically naked before the wandering eyes of the daughter of Athena, clad only in her black panties.

"Kick your jeans off," Annabeth commanded, shifting into the stern dominatrix mode that she had perfected from the best dominant around since the dawn of the universe. She was submissive through and through, but it was fun to be the dom for a change, doing her best to emulate every single action that Percy ever did- from his subtle tensing of his muscles, to his sharp gaze, and husky growls.

The effect was magical, as Thalia kicked off her jeans obediently, still covering herself. The two ignored the slight thump of it hitting the ground, still gazing into each other's eyes.

"Good girl." Annabeth purred, taking note of the little shivers and tremors that wracked her lithe frame, "Now, let me see you. Arms at your sides."

Her blush intensifying impossibly, Thalia reluctantly set her arms beside her head, trying to subtly push out her chest, trying not to compare herself with Annabeth's delectable body. Stifling a whimper that built up in the back of her throat, she tried to ignore the cold air making her already erect nipples stiffen, or the hungry gaze that roved over her naked upper body, courtesy of a certain, equally naked, grey-eyed daughter of Athena.

Annabeth was having trouble hiding the twitch tugging at the corner of her lips, trying to resist the urge to smirk at Thalia's expression as she hungrily ogled the older girl's naked body.

Her almost C cup breasts were obviously smaller than hers, the realization making it more difficult for Annabeth to smirk at her little triumph. But what she lacked in size, she more than made up with a perfect body. Her tits hugged her frame nicely, jiggling and bouncing softly with every breath she took, betraying their silky softness. Stiff, rosy nipples stood erect just before her eyes, making her mouth water as she forcefully tore away her grey eyes from her chest to the gentle curves that made her look like her body was sculpted by some beautiful angel's painstaking hard work, leading to a toned stomach with slight abs, and a slim waist. Pale, creamy skin assumed a silver tinge under the pale light of the moon that flooded the tent, making it seem like she was glowing with an ethereal beauty that made her draw a shirt gasp. Her pale ivory skin was beaded with sweat, her shoulders tinged slightly pink as she adorably blushed at being ogled by the younger girl.

Her legs were the most perfect features Annabeth had seen in a while, with a firm, toned ass and luscious, slightly muscled thighs- the perfect combination of fat and muscle that seemed to go on forever, like the gentle slopes of flawless, milky hills, her black panties almost lost in the sea of smooth, creamy flesh.

Her grey eyes wandered back to her face to see Thalia's piercing electric blue eyes looking away from her as she chewed nervously on her lower lip. Her long, silky black hair so similar, yet so different from Percy's, formed a dark halo around her glowing, pink face.

Unable to hide her smile anymore, nor resist the urge to worship Thalia's sinful body, Annabeth touched her cheek, making her flinch in surprise, before she finally met her gaze. "You're so... beautiful."

Her finger gently trailed down to her jaw, gently moving along her slender neck to trace her smooth collar bone, making the older girl shiver at her torturously slow actions. "I wanted to wrap you up in ribbons and gift you to my master. But after seeing this, I'm not sure if I want to give you to Percy, or keep you for myself."

Thalia's puffy lips trembled.

"What do you think, Thals? Do you want to be bound and gagged beside me on Percy's bed? Eating me out as he pounds you from behind?"

She let out a short gasp as Annabeth's fingers found her chin, jerking her head and forcing her to look up at her.

"Do you want to?" Her voice was harsh. Damn, she was really getting into this entire dominatrix thing- she could see why Percy was addicted to being the dom, though she still preferred sub.

"Ye- yes." Thalia's voice was meek.

"Yes what?"

"Yes, mistress."

Annabeth let a small smile grace her face. "Good girl. Now tell me what you want to do, slut."

Thalia blushed again at her words, and parted her lips to answer. She found herself unable to answer at all the naughty ideas that flooded her head, making her heart beat faster.

"I asked you something, slut." Annabeth snarled, slapping her boobs with her hand. Thalia gasped, feeling the sensitive skin of her chest sting, sure that she now had a red mark on her tit, watching as grey eyes eagerly followed the movement of her smooth tits.

She felt her cheeks heat impossibly more as her lips parted and all the lewd ideas that she wanted to experience, all the ideas that had filled her head until she couldn't think, all the ideas that she had spent fantasizing about for long, lonely nights cam spewing forth past the swollen lips of the virgin lieutenant of the Hunt.

She felt even more ashamed of herself at Annabeth's lecherous grin, a predatory grin that she had seen too many times on a particular son of Poseidon's delicious lips to ignore- a grin that made her moisten the black fabric of her panties. She shot her patron goddess, the patron goddess of all maidens, a quick prayer, asking for her forgiveness for breaking her oath, before she was swamped by the hungry, starving daughter of Athena.

Little did the innocent Thalia know, that her patron Artemis was occupied in a quaint little adventure of her own, all surrounding another blonde similar to Annabeth, and a particular son of Poseidon she pined after since she first met him.

Thalia let out a short gasp at the sensation of Annabeth finally touching her naked body, arching her back involuntarily at her surprise at her unexpected approach.

Instead of going for her exposed breasts as Thalia anticipated, Annabeth kissed her toned stomach, with no less of a reaction. The blonde daughter of Athena continued to kiss and lick her stomach, enjoying the slightly salty taste of her smooth skin, trailing her lips over her abs and hip bones, occasionally nibbling on her panties just before diving back up to make out with her cute little bellybutton.

Thalia felt like she was on cloud nine as she writhed and twisted in ecstasy as her stomach was masterfully worshipped, making her toes curl in pleasure.

As soon as it came, the sensation was gone, making Thalia gasp, thankful for the reprieve. Her skin was beaded with slight sweat as she breathed heavily, her tits heaving. She could feel the cool saliva glistening on her stomach, making her feel warm, yet cool. "Wh- why did yo- oh!"

Her head thrown back as her question was cut off by a lewd moan, Thalia was pushed right back up the peaks of pleasure as the skilled daughter of Athena finally concentrated on her tits, using every single trick that she could remember from her nights with her passionate, virile lover.

Guided by Percy's invisible hand, she continued to suck on Thalia's nipple, as her fingers toyed with the other, pinching and tugging and twisting. She swirled her tongue around the pink, stiff nub of sensitive flesh, not believing the sweet taste that made her tastebuds tingle as she nursed on the older girl's teat.

Her tongue swirled around the sensitive areola as she gently allowed her teeth to graze her skin, nibbling slightly on her unbelievably soft flesh. She could see why Percy loved tits so much- she had always been on the receiving end, this was her first time actually sucking on another girl's beautiful boobs, and she was gonna make the most of it.

As Annabeth's mouth went to town on Thalia's nipple, determined to make her sore by the next morning, her hands were also hard at work on her other breast, as she gave in to instinct. Thalia's breast was played with in all kinds of manners, after she had grown tired of merely playing with her sensitive nipples, Annabeth started to palm her tits, grazing her nipples, before weighing the firm gloves in her hand and squeezing them, so that her firm, nimble fingers dug deep into the soft, pillowy flesh. She was determined not to relent until her breasts were sore, and she had orgasmed at least once, which, if the writhing and moans were anything to go by, was close.

And suddenly, Annabeth remembered that she was the dom this time, and she should stave off Thalia's orgasm as much as she could.

So that was that, for the poor daughter of Zeus, as the hands, and warm, wet mouth pulled away from her tits, leaving one red and slightly sore, and the other glistening with saliva.

She felt like sobbing. The pleasure that kept her on edge, slowly ebbed away, leaving her body limp yet aching, for the release that would not come.

"Pl- please, Annabeth, mistress, let me cum." She wanted to use her fingers to drive herself to the orgasm she so desired, but could not help the strangely welcome sensation of fear that made her heart beat faster. Her fingers clutched helplessly at her bedsheets as she tried to hold off her wailing, trying not to make much noise as her back arched, pressing her needy tits to the world. Her slightly teary electric blue eyes searched the dark tent frantically for Annabeth, but could not make out much through the haze of lust clouding her mind.

Her breathing picked up again as Annabeth sauntered back over to the bed, something in her hand. Her eyes were immediately drawn to her bare thighs and swaying hips, noticing the absence of clothing immediately as she blushed at Annabeth's almost naked body. Her eyes travelled back up her toned, slim waist and stomach to rest on her delicious looking tits, jiggling and bouncing with every step. She wanted to suck on her stiff, sensitive pink nipples, little pebbles poking out of her smooth, slightly tanned golden skin, the thought making her mouth water.

"Do you know what this is?"

Thalia had to forcibly tear away her gaze from Annabeth's sinful, erotic body to stare at the thing she was shaking in her hand.

"A book? Why are you bringing a book to bed?" She asked, slightly confused and annoyed at her bibliophile nature.

"Nope. Look closer." She moved the book to the moonlight illuminated bed, making Thalia squint as she tried to make out the letters on the cover.

It was the dirty, ineligible scribble towards the corner of the sea green and electric blue paper that made the realization dawn upon her.

Annabeth smirked, seeing the blood creep down her neck, painting her entire upper body red. "So, what is this, slut?"

Thalia muttered something inaudible.

"I asked, what is this, slut?"

".....my Percy Jackson porn collection." Her voice was meek and nervous, and her eyes darted every which way, unable to meet her grey orbs, shining with humour. All thoughts of the pleasure and her denied orgasm was pushed back, her mortification at being caught by Annabeth forefront on her lust addled mind.

"Good girl." Soft lips met her neck, making Thalia gasp in a sharp breath as Annabeth littered her neck, jaw and smooth collarbones with kisses and nibbles, determined to leave hickeys.

"Yo-you are n-not -oh fuck- angry?" She managed to stutter out, amidst moans and groans as her neck was kissed by the horny daughter of Athena.

"Oh, why would I be? I was searching for something just like this! Although, I have to admit, this is thicker than I anticipated." Her words making Thalia blush madly.

The experienced younger girl took the daughter of Zeus in her arms, hugging her from behind in a spooning position as she reclined against the head of the bed, so that her upper body was propped up, with Thalia's body between her thighs, resting against her.

Her arms encircled the daughter of Zeus, one coming to rest on her wet tit, and the other playing with the hem of her black panties.

"Now, Thalia, show me your collection." And her fingers dipped beneath the black fabric, immediately finding her wetness as her lips attached to her neck. The fingers of her left hand sunk into the cloudy flesh of her soft, B cup tits, as her right hand played with Thalia's wet, hot maidenhood.

The thick book was cracked open by nimble fingers, revealing rows upon rows of pictures, each carefully preserved and taken care of, each showing Percy in a series of compromising positions.

Annabeth smirked into Thalia's hot neck on seeing the pictures, accompanied by black lipstick marks on the pages.

She followed Thalia's gaze to look at a picture of Percy, practically naked, after an intense training session. His silky black hair stuck to his forehead with sweat, his shirt almost see-through, sticking to his lean, sculpted abs and showing off his body to any onlooker.

She bit her lip as she stared at the skin exposed, his shorts hanging loose around his waist, feeling the lustful heat from her core increase at his practically nude picture. Her mind assaulted by the feeling of Percy's warm skin on hers, her mind overloaded with pleasure at his burning, searing touch.

Her head leaned back, moaning in unison with Thalia, their bodies one, their pleasure a mixed soup of chaotic emotions and sensations. Her fingers worked on her body, feeling confused, feeling abstract pleasure.

Her nimble fingers spread the puffy, fat lips of Thalia's tight, virgin cunt, her fingers tweaking her sensitive clit, feeling the warm, saccharine juices leaking onto her palm as her fingers finally explored her hot, pink pussy. Her left hand tweaked the stiff, glistening nipple of her right breast,  playing and massaging her soft flesh, tugging and pinching and tracing her pink areola.

Much before she expected, perhaps because of the previous orgasm she had almost driven her to, Annabeth felt Thalia's thighs tense, her hips snapping to her hands to drive as much pleasure as she could. Smirking, the daughter of Athena complied with the older girl's unspoken request, plunging her fingers into the tight, warm wetness of her untouched maidenhood, eliciting a muffled scream.

She smiled as Thalia bit down on her hand to muffle her moans and screams, whimpering as humiliated tears rolled down her flawless cheeks.

Annabeth's grey eyes wandered over to the black, Percy Jackson trademarked dildo that lay on the shelf she had taken the photo album from.

Her hands kept up their relentless assault on the overwhelmed daughter of Zeus, edging her closer and closer to an explosive, mind-numbing orgasm, as Annabeth eyed the photo album lying on the bed.

She smirked, looking back at the dildo, one of hundreds of mass-produced perfect copies of the cock that pounded her to oblivion every night. She still felt envious of the daughters of Aphrodite from Cabin 10, who had memorized his cock almost as well as herself, without ever coming into close contact with the real thing.

Thalia's orgasm was marked by another scream of "Percy!", accompanied by her squirting all over her fingers and bed.

Annabeth smirked as Thalia tried to catch her breath, breathing heavily as she tried to come down from her orgasmic high.

"Don't worry, Thals. Once I'm done with you, you'll be able to pleasure Percy almost as well as me."

"Wha- what?"

"We have a tight schedule to make you learn everything, Percy will be coming back in a week. Be ready to suck his cock once he comes back."

"What?"

"We will be tied up together as presents on his bed."

"Have I ever told you I love you, Annabeth?"

"Not as much as I love you."

"Not as much as either of us loves Percy/ Jackson."

They finished together.

Chapter 46: Rachel's Respite: Part 1

Time: The Day After Their Tattoos

"Damn, this car is nice," Rachel commented, running her delicate fingers along the smooth, black carbon.

They were in Percy's new supercar, as he weaved through the surprisingly sparsely populated highway leading to the Nowheresville Nature, Sciences and Arts Museum.

Or perhaps, it was not so sparsely populated, after all, Rachel thought as she looked with increasing trepidation at the rapidly approaching traffic.

Despite its name, born out of the author's laziness, Nowheresville was a sprawling metropolis right in the heart of Utah.

It was evening right then. After a quick lunch at Ogygia, Percy had flashed the two of them to a car store, to buy this beauty, before taking them for a long drive with a superfast sports car, easily pushing 150- 200 miles per hour through the deserted deserts of Utah.

The car was a sleek Lamborghini Aventador, a supercar that looked straight out of some sci-fi movie set, that Rachel had only seen in magazines and a few stores. Its vibrant blue colour, reminiscent of the brilliant blue plumage of Hera's prized peacocks, glinted as it zoomed through the dull red of the desert, like some exotic marine predator, like a shark. Perhaps that was what Percy was going for, judging from the livery designs on its sleek chassis- jaws on its hood, and a sleek dorsal fin sticking out of the roof, with sharp lines, supposed to be gills, along the sides. Or she might have come to the decision thanks to the shark bobblehead on the dashboard.

Being an artist herself, though, Rachel had to admit the skill and effort gone behind making Percy's Lamborghini a sleek, shark-themed one. And the results showed- his car was sure to turn heads, and would be right at home in Atlantis.

The seats, smooth and comfortable, expensive black velvet with streaks of the same blue, belonged to the most expensive seats at some movie theatre- it was that comfortable.

Although Rachel could do without the heavy metal blasting through the new, high-quality speakers. Other than that, it was a surprisingly smooth and comfortable journey.

She stared at the glowing dials and buttons, something which she could barely begin to comprehend in her distracted state, just marvelling at its beauty.

"We are here, Nowheresville," Percy spoke softly, toning down the heavy metal a bit as he slowed down, coming to a halt behind the endless line of traffic.

She looked up from the controls, distracted by the twinkling lights of all the cars, and the sprawling, towering metropolis that lay before them.

The starry night sky that she had enjoyed throughout their drive here, was drowned out by the lights of the city. Skyscrapers, looking like they belonged to high-end streets in Las Vegas instead of here, towered over everything else, alive with festive lights, blinking and flashing. The well lit, crowded streets made it look like the entire city was outside, though traffic moved at a remarkable pace. Well lit trees, ponds, gardens and parks were around every corner of this planned city, making Rachel wonder why she had never visited this before. Couples wandered hand in hand through the beautiful, dreamy avenues, flitting from cafe to cafe, wandering through quaint little bookstores and restaurants. The bars and casinos were abuzz with activity, though the majority of the people seemed to flock towards the expansive Museum.

Despite the breathtaking, somewhat serene beauty of the entire city, it made Rachel thankful for the glass separating her from the noxious fumes of the cars before her.

Instead, she turned her gaze to the Dark god humming beside her, tapping a beat on the steering wheel, which had been modified to resemble the smooth placoid scales of.... you guessed it, a shark.

Her breath hitched at her proximity to her master, in the driver's seat while she rode shotgun.

Percy whistled, craning his neck in an attempt to look over the chassis of the car in front of them. His sea-green eyes glinted, giving him an even more.... angelic look, reflecting the multitude of lights in front of them. Her eyes were drawn to the dark ink of his tattoos, slightly peeking out of his clothes, and the bobbing of his delicious looking Adam's apple. His golden tanned skin glistened, perfectly contrasting the silver of his singular, fang shaped earring. She could hear his dogtags jingling beneath his hoodie somewhere. His messy raven hair, darker than any black she could find on her palette, darker than any night sky she had ever witnessed, invited her to weave her fingers through his messy locks. He was wearing a full-sleeved, plain black hoodie, which, despite being baggy, hugged his toned, sculpted muscles and abs, showing off his lean body. Above skinny black jeans and white Nike sneakers.

"Percy....."

He hummed.

"Are you growing out your hair?"

He finally turned to look at her, shooting her a crooked smirk, "Am I?"

Rachel turned back to the front, trying to hide her rapidly heating cheeks as she fumbled with her purse. Damn him and his sexiness!

"It will look good on you. As long as you just keep a small man bun and don't tie up your top hair. I love the mess." She muttered, ignoring his stupid charm or his lady killing smirk. She still had trouble grasping the idea that she was his date to the occasion!

Although she supposed his decision had more to do with her love for art, making her excitement quell slightly.

Right.

The reason they were heading to the museum in the first place.

Today was the opening ceremony of a new, sea and ocean dedicated wing in the museum. In short, it would be a high-end ball and dinner with all sophisticated, high-class people at the museum, and Rachel could not but feel nervous. What if she messed up somehow?

She felt like slapping herself.

Percy had been given a VIP invitation, courtesy of him being the freaking DIRECTOR of the US Society for Marine Life. That took everybody by surprise.

He was going to give a speech up there with everyone important, and he was looking like a metalhead right off the street.

Although, Rachel was quite a bit self-conscious, wondering why she had been chosen to accompany him. Athena or Angela would have been more at home in a museum. Even Rose or Violet would have been more suited than her, it was ocean-related stuff, after all!

She gave herself another thorough look over, praying to the Dark god beside her that she did not make a complete ass out of herself.

Percy smirked at her as he revved the engine again, having noticed her prayer. He gave her a reassuring wink as the traffic finally started moving again.

She looked good, she had to admit. Aphrodite took her job seriously, and had done an impeccable job, as always.

She was wearing a sea green, strapless dress, the exact shade as Percy's dark eyes, which hugged all her gentle curves perfectly. She had an expensive purse too, forced upon her by the love goddess, and it would likely be left behind in the car.

She took a deep, shuddering breath to calm herself, examining her impeccable, light make-up in the small mirror.

Her red, lush hair was let down, flowing past her shoulders in a gentle cascade of fiery red that contrasted the dark sea green of her dress beautifully. Small, simple gold earrings and a simple gold pendant were her only pieces of jewellery. Her pale, creamy skin practically glowed, making her feel slightly proud, her slight spattering of freckles making her look cute, complete with her button nose. Full pink lips glistened with pink lip gloss. She caught her emerald eyes, slightly lighter than Percy's own, glowing with happiness, looking confident as she tilted the mirror, trying to find any imperfections. Black eyeliner brought out the shine in the bright emeralds that were her eyes.

"We are here." Percy's words jolted her out of her thoughts as he smoothly pulled up at a... fucking red carpet, complete with flashing cameras and the paparazzi and everything.

"No time to back out, my muse." Her cheeks set aflame at his words, Rachel nodded, dropping her purse.

Percy opened his door, letting the futuristic car door open upwards, as he stepped out elegantly, looking much more graceful than anybody else in the entire city, only in his casual attire. He stretched himself to his intimidating full height of six foot five, shooting a small smile at everybody present.

Mentally thanking Calypso's expertise at temporarily suppressing his PTSD with injections and medicine, as the cameras flashed, he dropped the car keys in a waiting guard's hand, before walking around the shark-themed Lamborghini to open the door for his lady.

Taking Rachel's soft palm, and placing a gentle kiss on the back of her palm, he held her hand as she stepped out of the car, following the exact steps Aphrodite had taught her as she smiled at the cameras, giving a short wave.

As Percy held her close, he could feel her rapid heartbeat against his chest, and not looking down at her, whispered, "See, everything's alright."

He was met with no response, as the two completed the small photoshoot, fitting for celebrities. The female population of America seemed to love him for some reason. And judging by his attire, he might as well have been a celebrity.

Having tied his hair into the small man bun that Rachel wanted, but keeping his top crop messy for the girls, he offered her an arm, and the two of them walked into the main atrium of the Museum of Nature, Sciences and Arts.... well, more swaggered on Percy's part.

"Percy!" Poseidon's voice boomed through the atrium, making the two of them turn as the sea god weaved through the crowds of mortal VIPs milling about. Behind him, Amphitrite gave a strained smile to the product of her husband's infidelity, making Percy smile cheekily and wave back.

All that Rachel observed was that she was almost as tall as Poseidon, both of them coming up to Percy's chin, the Dark god towering over everyone else.

And Rachel was met by three zooming masses of sea green, black and blue, gasping slightly as she was hugged by three excitable bombs.

"Sis Rachel looks pretty!" The three chorused.

"Rose, Violet, Neo! How did the three of you get here?!"

"Dad flashed us here!" The twins gushed, Neo joining them as Poseidon had been more of a father figure to her than Zeus. Hell, she had never even met Zeus.

And the Little Big Three dragged Rachel away to show her everything they found interesting. Despite being fifteen, they had never grown out of their childishness. Heck, Thalia and Percy were more than 25, but neither of them had grown out of their childishness.

When an exhausted Rachel was pulled back to Percy by the Little Big Three, who had yet to tone down their excitement, they found Percy conversing (read: shamelessly flirting) with two blonde beauties while Poseidon was nowhere to be seen.

The Oracle reattached herself to Percy's side, gasping as she was met with another surprise. "Angela? Athena?"

"Did you think we would pass up on this event?" Angela observed, while Athena merely held up another VIP pass, this one made to her mortal identity.

Percy had been dragged off by the triplet, more like he had run off with them, leaving Rachel in an extremely awkward situation as she tried to diffuse the tense situation.

She flinched when Athena laid a gentle hand on her shoulder, offering her a small smile. "Do not worry, Oracle."

Angela smiled at her from her mother's side. "Yeah, we will have our time with him later. Tonight, he's yours." (Lmao, I was writing this while listening to Unbreakable, and our Tonight's coincided.)

"B- but-"

"No buts, Rachel," she could not believe this supportive person was the bitchy wisdom goddess, "Tonight, we are here only to attend the ball, as other guests. We are nothing but acquaintances. Percy is entirely yours tonight, so make sure to exploit your opportunity." Athena winked.

"Speaking of Percy, here he comes."

"Sup, what're you doing?" Percy asked, shifting to stand beside Rachel as he just barged into their conversation.

Immediately, Athena's warm mask was gone, replaced with cold indifference. "It's none of your business, Perseus."

Rachel kissed his cheek, ignoring the glares from the rest of the female populace, "We were just chatting, Percy."

Percy smiled goofily, "You mind if I steal Rachel away for a bit? We will return before the ceremony starts."

Angela smirked, her grey eyes twinkling. "Use protection, you too."

Making Rachel's face drown in red, while Percy just laughed. Ignoring the sputtering Oracle, the daughter of Athena kissed Percy's cheek, surprising the Dark god as her mother gently kissed his other cheek.

Athena looked away with a golden face, moving to greet someone else without a word. Percy smirked at the flustered wisdom goddess, turning to look at Angela. "You better look after her."

Not waiting for an answer, he grabbed Rachel's hand, whisking her away from the crowds.

The Oracle's melodious laughs rang down the empty hallways of the Museum as she was pulled along by Percy. "Come on, hurry up!"

"Where are you taking me?" She laughed again, following her Dark master.

"Ta-da!" He offered, spreading his arms in a grand gesture.

Rachel gasped as she entered the main art gallery of the Museum, which had been abandoned for the night. The deserted room was all she ever dreamed of, on par with some of the best galleries around the world, making her wonder why she had never visited this place.

"Thank you, Percy." She breathed, moving to softly touch the glass case, gazing, studying the intricate artwork that lay encased.

She gently flitted from exhibit to exhibit, feeling something missing. Her heart ached as she looked at the pictures, feeling the beauty, yet missing something. The life that she saw in the portraits was still there, but no longer did it call to her, as it did. There was a gaping void in her heart, a painful ache in her ribs that made her frown at the alien emotion.

Her brows furrowed in cute confusion, she turned back, seeking out Percy for the answer to her strange dilemma.

Being met with an empty room, she sighed, following the open doors, and her gut instinct to Percy's location.

Of course.

She felt like groaning.

Even a blind person could tell that Percy would be at the prehistory section.

Casting occasional glances at the intricate fossils of creatures long dead, long gone, she made her way to the Dark god, who was hunched over a glass case, examining it intently.

He did not even turn when she came to stand beside him, her soft hand immediately seeking out his larger, rough paw as she glanced at what he was looking at.

"What is this, Percy?" She asked, looking at what looked like some sort of dinosaur skull.

"It's an Allosaurus fragilis skull." His voice was soft, almost reverent, worshipful of this dead skull, giving Rachel the impression that he was in a church, or at least what he saw as a church, and was speaking in hushed tones, afraid of awakening one of these long-dead reptiles.

"Leave them, Percy," Rachel spoke annoyed, tugging him along, ignoring his protests.

After wandering about for a bit aimlessly, the couple found themselves in an empty balcony overlooking the entrance to the Museum.

Rachel sighed, looking out at the great, metropolitan expanse of Nowheresville as Percy leaned on the railing. The wind buffeted them, ruffling their hair and clothes and making Rachel hug herself, feeling slightly chilly. The guests were still showing up, and the two watched them pour into the museum, movie celebrities, journalists, esteemed businessmen and scientists flooding all alike.

"Enjoy yourself, muse?" Percy's voice wafted through the cold night air, breaking the comfortable silence.

"Why are you calling me that?" She asked, ignoring her rapid heartbeat as she looked at the Dark god.

Her Dark god.

Percy smirked, showing off his sharp, glistening canines. Pushing off the railing, he stepped towards Rachel, a predatory grin on his face.

"Because you are mine." It was only too late that Rachel realised that she was pinned between him and the railing. "Mine, and mine alone."

Nobody could find her complaining.

And as Percy's lips met hers in a soul-searing kiss, she knew why she had felt so empty earlier.

As her lips moving in sync with his, her sea-green dress not holding a candle to his dark, sea-green eyes burning with lust, Rachel understood.

She loved Percy Jackson.

Percy kissed her with a burning passion that made her toes curl in pleasure, his lips like an addictive drug as Rachel bathed in ecstasy and affection. She welcomed his wandering hands on her waist and ass, exploring and probing, massaging her soft flesh and smooth skin through the thin fabric of her dress. Her cheeks burned red as she felt her hips snap at his waist, of their own volition, feeling his smirk into their kiss. Her head was pushed back as he roughly devoured her lips and dominated the kiss, his hands entangling and stroking her lush red hair.

When the need to breathe became too much for the mortal of the pair, they broke apart, breathing heavily, with furious blushes adorning their cheeks.

"I love you, Rachel," Percy whispered, making her smile as she needily fisted the black fabric of his hoodie, trying to stay as close to him as possible.

Percy checked his inner clock, shooting her another smile. "The ceremony will start in another few minutes. Just enough time for you to meet somebody."

His words did not exactly register with the Oracle, who was still high on lust and love, feeling like nothing could spoil her mood for the entire evening.

Percy loved her, too.

She finally came to her senses when Percy dragged her back into the prehistory section.

"Who do you want me to meet, Percy?"

He stopped, making her stop behind him. "Rachel, meet my brother from another mother. He's one of the closest members of my family, and one of my first friends. His name is Percy."

She stared at him with humourless emerald eyes, not getting the joke. "Percy, if you seriously dragged me here to make me meet you, then I'm going to kick-"

"No-no!" He clarified, waving his arms. "Percy- my friend Percy, I mean- he's completely real. Look, there he is!"

Rachel stared at the spot he was gesturing to. "There is nobody there, Percy. You have finally cracked, it seems."

He looked annoyed. "No, look! He's standing right there!"

He struck a thinking pose.

"Oh, I always forget that you guys don't think as I do. Percy- my friend, not me, I mean-"

Rachel shot him another glare.

"Percy's an Utahraptor don't-kill-me-I'm-too-hot-and-sexy-to-die!"

Chapter 47: Rachel's Respite: Part 2

Time: That Night

Percy clasped Rachel's shoulders in his hands, gently massaging her soft skin as the door to his bedroom clicked shut behind him.

"Enjoy yourself, my muse?" His voice was soft, luring and tantalizing, making her gasp softly at the pleasurable shiver that ran through her body.

Her emerald eyes met dark sea green as the couple just stood there, breathing in each other, just enjoying the other's presence.

Her cheeks heated as she realised what she was doing, and Rachel hid her face in Percy's hoodie which she had borrowed sometime into the night, burying under layers of soft black fabric.

Percy laughed at her adorable expression, his arms finally pulling her close into a bear hug.

"We stayed out late, didn't we?" He asked, met with a low hum of agreement from his chest.

The Little Big Three had been flashed home by Poseidon a few minutes before their supposed bedtime, much to their protest, leaving the rest behind to enjoy their evening for a few minutes more.

Angela and Athena danced with Percy for half an hour more on the dance floor, to the gentle classical music that played 8ver the speakers, as the party died down and all the guests went home. Rachel rested by the tired and slightly drunk sea god and his wife, and had her first glass of expensive wine, already having had her turn dancing with the Dark god, merely content with seeing the wisdom goddess and her daughter dance with their master.

Poseidon and Amphitrite's departure marked the end of the ball for them, as Athena and Angela, too, returned to Ogygia, after hugging the other two and kissing Percy on the cheek.

Rachel had been fully prepared for Percy to flash them back, but it seemed like she had underestimated the Dark god, as he led her back out to his new Lamborghini. Having dressed Rachel in casual clothes with a snap of his fingers, they had proceeded to enjoy the bustling nightlife of Nowheresville, visiting casinos and sitting on benches in deserted parks, holding each other, stealing gentle kisses under the starry night sky and the rustling trees.

It was all that Rachel had ever dreamt of, and wanted in her ideal date.

It had been several hours past midnight when they had finally returned, after the entire house had gone quiet and dark, lost in the realm of Morpheus.

Percy had parked his newest addition to the garage, and Rachel had taken the opportunity to take a quick shower.

"Great." Percy's smile widened at the murmur from his chest, as he felt Rachel's soft lips brush his toned chest through the thin t-shirt that he wore.

She looked up at him, resting her chin on his sternum. "Take a shower, then meet me in my room. Don't keep me waiting."

She leaned up, her lips ghosting across his, before she pulled away, a teasing smirk plastered on her face, her emerald eyes shining with mirth at Percy's expression.

And before he had an opportunity to answer, she had pushed him aside and disappeared down the dark corridor, leaving Percy slack-jawed, his eyes still following the seductive sway of her hips as she sauntered away.

The Dark god felt a grin curl his lips, making him smirk at the Oracle's retreating back. "If that's how you want to play...."

The door clicked shut again, cutting off his view of the sexy little vixen.

Rachel stood in front of the staircase leading downstairs to the next floor, where the other bedrooms were, breathing heavily. Goosebumps ran up her skin as she felt his piercing eyes on her back, disappearing as soon as the almost inaudible click of the door reached her ears. Straining her senses, she tried to detect if Percy was approaching her in the darkness, but ultimately resigned herself to failure, knowing that her senses would never hold a candle even to the average demigod's.

Hell, even the Aphrodite children had better instinct! Although it could never be her fault in any way, Rachel still felt insecure, knowing that she was the only mortal in a house with twenty-five other immortal or semi-immortal beings, each of whom pulverized monsters as a light workout.

Breathing deeply again to calm her rapidly beating heart, she headed down the stairs, her bare feet inaudible against the marble.

Of course, if Rachel had had better senses, senses that only came from godly blood, she would have been able to see, or at least feel, all the different gazes directed at her from discreet, hidden locations around the building.

And thus it was, a few minutes later, that Percy found himself standing outside Rachel's room, all fresh out of the shower. His somewhat long hair still dripped water, and his skin was still cool and soft from the hot water, and a trail of steam followed him. He had bothered to wear neither a shirt nor a pair of shorts, confident that he would not need them for long.

So, why hassle?

Besides, it also gave the other girls hiding around the house an opportunity to ogle him as he strolled down the corridor clad only in boxers, with his dog tags jingling around his neck.

He tried to ignore the three pairs of eyes distinctly younger than anybody else in the house eagerly following him.

The knock rang through the deserted corridor, making Percy wince slightly as it came out much louder than he had intended.

As he waited, his heart beating rapidly against his chest, Percy's fingers found his dog tags, playing with the cool, comforting metal as he leaned against the tasteful, polished wooden door.

He tried to ignore the all-consuming darkness that brought with it nightmares and haunting memories, instead concentrating on the cheerful, hopefully, wet girl eagerly waiting for him, separated only by a flimsy layer of wood.

Lost in his wandering thoughts, he almost fell through when the door suddenly disappeared.

"Whoops!"

He caught himself on the neck of the shorter Oracle, his arm hooking around her neck as he tried to balance himself. His weight was too much, however, as the two stumbled back into the room and tumbled to the ground.

"My, my, someone's eager." Rachel barely bit back the moan as she felt Percy's warm, smooth skin against her, feeling his heart thumping against his ribs.

Percy's face heated as he felt Rachel's mostly exposed breast under his rough palm. His almost naked body pressed against hers, his lips barely inches from her parted, soft pink lips.

This was the first time Percy was caught off guard. Like, ever. Even when he was with Annabeth, in bed, he was always in charge. Damn, Rachel could play him.

Trying to salvage the situation as much as he could, Percy grinned, "You're right. That's why I'm naked."

His hand on her breast went to work, massaging and groping her boob without shame, his rough fingers feeling her soft, smooth skin and hard, stiff nipple through the thin fabric of her skimpy tank top.

The Oracle's arms around his neck, holding him close to her as Percy used his godly powers to close the door, she arched her back, allowing him greater access to her sensitive chest as she moaned against his lips.

Not able to control herself anymore, she pressed her lips to Percy's, trying to remember his weak spots from the kisses they had shared before he got together with Annabeth.

She could feel him grin into the kiss as his hands wandered, the one on her chest tweaking and playing with her erect nipple as the other hand went down to shamelessly grope her bubble butt. Her creamy skin tinged pink with embarrassment, she tried to concentrate on their passionate liplock, but her mind was getting constantly distracted by the ecstasy of feeling his hands on her body, his naked body against hers, and the delectable taste of his lips against hers.

Keeping one arm around his neck to hold him as close to her as possible as they continued to kiss passionately, their lips moving in sync, the Oracle allowed her other hand to wander and grope his firm, sculpted muscles.

Feeling herself losing control, Rachel placed her hand on Percy's broad chest, pushing him backwards as she mewled and purred with need into his mouth.

Percy gasped at the feeling, as they broke the kiss, their lips swollen, with a thin, glistening strand of saliva connecting their lips.

Rachel grinned at his expression, offering a hand to pull up the Dark god from the floor. "Not too fast, lover boy."

Percy smirked at her choice of words, before allowing her to pull him up. "I just can't resist when I see this delicious a dessert right in front of me."

"Take this to bed?" She asked, her emerald eyes wide and innocent, making Percy smother a predatory, possessive growl in his throat.

"Yeah." His voice came out a few octaves deeper, and Percy allowed himself to enjoy the shivers and tremors that ran through Rachel's little body.

The Oracle in his arms, Percy sat at the edge of the bed, his lips again attached to hers as they exchanged little, loving kisses. Her slender arms went around his body, hugging him as Percy leaned back, using his arms as support. Rachel's moans and whimpers were in his ears, making him feel intoxicated, the scent of her sweet perfume and lemony shampoo stimulating his nostrils.

Rachel pulled away, a smirk plastered on her beautiful face. Percy grinned in response, reflexively pulling his arms forward to hold her.

His jaw tensed, his entire body tensing as he felt his arms restrained.

Percy smothered an animalistic snarl, instead turning his head to glare at the offending toy, a pair of fuzzy purple handcuffs that restrained his arms behind his back. He briefly wondered how Rachel had got them there without him noticing.

He felt a smirk curl on his lips as he looked back at the conniving little vixen. "Free me, or else I'll make you regret it."

He accentuated it with a sharp yank of the handcuffs, that made the metal groan audibly. He could see the sweat beading her forehead, the nervousness shining in her eyes.

He could see why she did it, after all, he had done the same to Annabeth every single night, and the other girls, too. And his reason for being uncomfortable being the one tied up was only partially due to the fact that he was a hard-core dom.

No, the main reason why he never liked being submissive was that it brought back unpleasant memories of his less than stellar childhood.

Nevertheless, not wanting to spoil the mood, or make Rachel break down when she realized what she had done wrong, Percy swallowed the bile rising in his throat, offering her a small smile to diffuse the situation. He forced every single shred of acting skill that he had into the smile, intent on not letting her know his discomfort. He cursed Rachel's clear sight, manipulating the Mist would have made giving the smile easier.

He prayed to every single god that he had ever heard of not to let the Oracle sense his discomfort, and it seemed that luck was on his side for once, as she smiled back at him, her emerald eyes twinkling. Her lips moved, but the words did not register in his mind as he concentrated on not letting her sense anything amiss.

He thanked the Lady Fates again as they saved him from an uncomfortable situation as Rachel turned around and began to rummage through the art implements at a corner of her room.

Percy took the short respite to gather his bearings, letting his muscles relax as he concentrated on his breathing.

In and out.

He took the opportunity to look around Rachel's room. The room was extremely colourful, though that was to be expected. All varieties of shades, dark and light, from all corners of the spectrum, were visible on her walls, somehow blending in beautifully to render her room a kaleidoscopic look that reminded Percy of Piper's hypnotizing eyes.

In and out, deep breaths, Jackson, he reminded himself.

There were several portraits covering every single inch of the multicoloured walls. There were portraits of nature, Camp Half-Blood, a single portrait of her family, and several portraits of Ogygia and its inhabitants.

In and out.

Surprisingly, Percy did not find any portrait of his own self. Perhaps that was because his portraits were in a special sketchbook dedicated to him only, and kept somewhere secret. Fuck yeah, he was arrogant that way.

In and out.

Besides that, though, her room was oddly spartan, the king-sized bed Percy was sitting on and a walk-in closet being the only furniture in the room. The majority of the room was covered with art implements that she was fumbling with.

This was Rachel, he reminded himself, smiling as the Oracle finally turned to look back at him.

Rachel knew something was wrong. Oh, so very, very wrong. She was not stupid, and Percy was a very bad actor. But she also knew how to avoid uncomfortable situations, so she took the sensible decision.

Since she did not know what was actually making him uncomfortable, she had to do her best to distract him from whatever it was. And she had just the right thing in mind.

The heat in her core growing as she chewed on her lower lip nervously, she fumbled with the hem of her shirt, slowly, teasingly pulling it up. She allowed her darkening eyes to rove his naked, bound body with the opportunity.

Percy looked delectable as always, with his golden tanned skin glistening slightly with sweat, his dark sea-green eyes concentrated on her body, making her shiver under his intense, scrutinizing gaze. His dog tags glinted under the light, his broad, muscled chest rising and falling with gentle, deep breaths. Her eyes roved down his heavily tattooed torso, taking a minute to appreciate the effort that went behind making the intricate tattoos adorning his body.

She followed his toned arms, watching how his abs flexed, slick with slight sweat. Her heart ached to touch him, lick his sweat, taste every inch of him.

Talking of that, the heat in her core spiked when her gaze finally met his navy blue boxers, making her heartbeat pick up. She stared at his prominent hip bones, inviting her to hold onto his waist, teasing at a tantalizing reward hidden just beneath, between his toned thighs that looked like they had been sculpted out of Imperial Gold. The musky scent that he carried with him made her feel light-headed.

Her emerald eyes broke contact with him briefly as she lifted her tank top over her head, tossing it to the floor.

Percy felt his cock throb in the fabric restraints of his boxers as he watched Rachel strip tease him, the battle to keep the smirk from the corner of his lips a losing one.

The Oracle was clearly inexperienced, as she slowly undressed, his eyes hungrily following her soft, smooth stomach and her cute belly button as she lifted the skimpy tank top, slowly exposing her naked skin to him.

His heart thumped against his chest, out of excitement now, rather than fear, as Rachel held the shirt still, barely exposing her creamy underboob, hiding the real treasures from sight. Desperately trying to resist the urge to break free from the handcuffs, the Dark god distracted himself by watching her thighs grind together, enjoying the effect his naked body and burning gaze had on her.

His eyes flicked back upwards, with the grace and concentration expected of a seasoned predator, the so-far hidden smirk finally making his lips twitch upward as she tossed her shirt to the floor, allowing her tits to jiggle softly into freedom, bouncing gently with every heavy breath and pant that she gave. The pale milky skin of her B-cup tits glistened slightly under the light, making her tits look soft and delicious as fuck, her nipples two little pebbles of sensitive pink flesh topping the creamy mounds of her boobs. Her delicious cleavage looked beautiful, making Percy wonder how it would feel to have his cock in there. Her B-cup tits hugged her slim body perfectly, giving her a softer look of Artemis' or Thalia's toned warrior body.

In other words, Percy loved it, and Percy Jr. agreed.

Not being able to control herself anymore, Rachel unbuttoned her shorts, letting them fall with a slight thump to the cold marble floor. Allowing Percy to catch a brief glimpse of her naked thighs and her exposed, glistening cunt with juicy, fat pussy lips, she sank to her knees in front of the Dark god, eagerly eyeing his boxers.

"No underwear?" Percy raised an eyebrow, barely able to keep the humour out of his voice.

"Says the man who came to my room practically naked." She retorted, her emerald eyes meeting his as she laid a soft palm on his inner thigh, teasing him, sensuously, torturously.

Percy just grinned at the redhead, watching her soft, swollen pink lips glistening with saliva, parted as she panted heavily like a bitch in heat, peppering his iron thighs with gentle kisses as her soft hands wandered his torso, groping his abs and gently tracing his tattoos. His sea-green eyes, darkening with barely contained lust as he strained against the handcuffs holding his arms behind his back, followed her every movement, concentrating on her soft tits, her delicious cleavage and juicy, soft thighs.

Despite her portrayed confidence, her shoulders were tinged pink with arousal, making Percy grin as she nervously touched the soft, navy blue fabric of his boxers, her soft, nimble fingers ghosting across his skin.

"Nervous, Rachel?" His voice was teasing, knowing that she would not be able to back out anyway, nor would she want to.

"Hah, you wish." She shot him a small smile, finally gathering enough courage to hook her fingers in the band of his boxers, taking a deep breath to collect herself.

"You don't have to do this."

"Shut up, Percy. Good slaves don't talk." Taking another shuddering breath, she yanked his boxers down to his knees, letting gravity take them to his ankles.

The Oracle gulped.

She had seen the pictures, hell, she had an exactly similar dildo in her closet, but nothing in the world could have prepared her, or anybody else, for that matter, for the oversized, veiny, throbbing bitchbreaker that greeted her, barely inches away from her lips, it's bulbous purple head glistening slightly with precum. She gulped, feeling her soft palm close around the base of his warm shaft, enjoying the throbbing feeling, noting that her palm could not fully wrap around Percy's thick, unyielding meat.

She gulped, looking back at Percy, whose dark, entrancing sea-green eyes were swimming with humour. "Cold feet?"

She did not respond, looking back at the throbbing erection in her hand, trying to determine the best way to work around the problem. She knew what she was getting herself into when she invited him to her room, but this was.... a bit too much.

Perhaps the others could take it, but she was a mortal for crying out loud! Her biology could not even begin to comprehend this!

Nevertheless, Rachel tried to remember all that she had studied on how to pleasure a man, especially for this occasion. Her free hand came up to cup his heavy balls in her soft palm, feeling the weight and blushing at the thought of all the thick, fertile cum sloshing around in his sack.

Her cheeks burning red, she buried her face into his crotch, breathing in his scent with a deep, shuddering breath that played merry Hades with her brain, and sent pulses of warmth shooting through her core.

"Why do you smell so good?" She moaned, her hand slowly stroking his length as she continued to rub her sensitive nose all over his warm, diamond-hard cock.

Percy arched his back, cursing the handcuffs as he failed to grab Rachel's lush red hair and make her submit, his toes curling from the torturous pleasure she was making him feel with her soft, teasing fingers and ghosting lips.

Rachel's emerald eyes widened, feeling herself mini orgasm from his scent alone, her feminine juices pooling around her crotch, making her thighs slick. Her brain was getting clogged, and she rightfully felt that Percy's cock was an addictive drug, more cloying than the lotus fruit told of in Greek myths. The brief taste that she had got while teasing him with her lips served as further proof cementing her belief, her taste buds sang praises as her toes curled in pleasure from the borderline orgasmic taste of his cock, making her wonder if he was a sex god.

Trailing gentle kisses along the side of his thirteen-inch meat, Rachel looked up at the writhing, bound Dark god with emerald eyes, not quite as to keep the smirk out of her features as she finally got to her treat.

Parting her swollen pink lips glistening with saliva, Rachel sucked in Percy's bulbous head, as large as her fist, in her mouth, treating it like a tasty lollipop.

Percy moaned, bucking his hips as she continued to eagerly suck on his cock, swirling her tongue around his bulbous head, playing with his sensitive underside. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked hard, slowly getting used to the feeling before she tried to go in deep. She was not even sure that she could go in deep with this monster cock.

As if reading her mind, Percy interrupted, "Do-don't worry. I'm a god, you won't be hurt during sex."

Giving a last, lingering suck, Rachel let go of his cock with a lewd, wet pop, both of her hands immediately coming up to stroke his length, aided by her warm saliva.

"You seem to be so eager to make me suck your cock. What if I don't?" Despite her words, her hands still continued to pleasure him, her thumbs rubbing his sensitive underside, taking care to massage every single inch of his now glistening skin.

The Oracle knew that he knew that she would suck his cock, nevertheless.

Not waiting for his answer, and reassured by his words, Rachel went back down on him, sucking his bulbous head into her warm, velvet mouth.

Taking a deep, shuddering breath that again filled her nostrils with his intoxicating scent, she pushed down her gag reflex, flattening her tongue as much as she could before forcing another few inches of his thick meat down her throat. Aided by the ample saliva and precum, his throbbing, unyielding cock disappeared down her gullet, inch after inch, making her throat bulge outwards obscenely with the amount of cockmeat she was taking, and making her feel as if her jaw would be permanently dislocated.

Hot tears welled up in her eyes, rolling down her cheeks as she facefucked herself, slowly moving up and back down, trying to get as much of Percy's cock in her throat as she could without his aid. Her little wet tongue lapped helplessly at the underside of his cock, trying to get him at least somewhat close to orgasm, but in vain.

When she felt like she could not take it anymore, Rachel let go of his cock, gasping for breath as she sat back, her breasts heaving as she panted, resting a dainty little palm on her chest, trying to catch her breath. Her emerald eyes still locked on his impressive cock which she had just sucked, she licked her wet lips, his taste still lingering on her mind. Several glistening, thin strands of saliva connected her slightly bruised, swollen lips with his throbbing cock, soon breaking under their own weight to splatter her creamy tits.

Her gaze wandered upward, to see Percy leaning forward, panting almost as heavily as her, his raven hair sticking to his face with sweat. His golden tanned skin glistened, little beads of sweat like small diamonds, rolling down his chiselled body and abs, inviting Rachel to lick and kiss her perfect Adonis clean.

Percy smirked, "Had enough already?"

She shivered, feeling his dark, lustful gaze directed at the puddle of fluids glistening on the clear marble around her crotch.

She smirked back in response. "Yeah, but it is not I who have been unable to get off yet."

Percy grinned at her, finally getting what she was planning at. "What are you gonna do about it?"

"I'm gonna finally make you the portrait you asked for." Her smirk reflected her enthusiasm, and sweet cruelty as she denied Percy his orgasm, despite how much his throbbing cock called for her to suck him off the entire night.

He snorted, "Amateur."

"What was that, punk?" Rachel played along, not really paying attention to him as she rummaged through her art supplies.

"AMATEUR!" Percy shouted back, barely able to keep the grin out of his face at her nonchalant ability to pull off memes in the middle of steamy sex, after sucking his throbbing bitchbreaker, and with her tits dirty with a mixture of saliva and precum.

Rachel laughed, a beautiful tinkling sound as she pulled out two full body-sized mirrors. She set to work setting up her art station.

Honestly, Percy didn't care.

He was more engrossed with her jiggling, creamy tits and glistening pale skin as she moved about. The way her back arched and hip cocked to the side as she looked upon her set up. The way her creamy tits jutted out as she tied her lush red hair back into a ponytail. Her cute way of standing on her toes.

Most of all, her creamy bubble butt swaying and jiggling enticingly merely feet away from his throbbing cock, making Percy curse his helplessness. He knew that he could just get up and fuck her even with his arms handcuffed, or disintegrate the handcuffs, but he kinda wanted to see what she wanted to do.

Finally seeming satisfied with her setup, Rachel gave a short smile at nothing in particular, making Percy smile at how she seemed to be completely engrossed in her artwork.

He surveyed the setup, not getting what she was aiming at exactly, but having a general idea. She had set up two full-body mirrors at an angle to her and each other, so that she could see both her naked front and back, the canvas placed right in front of her, with all the art implements that Percy did not give a flying fuck about, beside her. What was important was that none of them blocked his view of Rachel's bubble butt or the reflection of her tits and face in the mirror in front of her.

She shot a glance at him, her emerald eyes shining with mirth, a small smile adorning her cute features. Her cute little spattering of freckles was almost lost at the furious red blush creeping up her neck as the full gravity of what she was about to do finally hit her. Her shoulders tinged pink as she rubbed her thighs, finally noticing the warm fluids of arousal that ran down her luscious, thick thighs.

"R-ready?" She stuttered, her voice making her sound shy and meek, as if she had not been the one to seduce him, handcuff him, suck his cock and now tease him.

Percy only grinned in response, the throbbing of his erect, cock glistening with her saliva all the answer she would ever need.

"Alright, I'll get to it then." The Oracle muttered, picking up her palette and choosing a brush from her wide collection of painting brushes.

Percy did not care about what she was doing on the canvas, as he absentmindedly fiddled with the handcuffs, his concentration on the naked beauty practically dancing in front of him. She hummed, lost in her own world as she painted, shaking her body to a rhythm audible only to her ears. Her slender waist swayed before his eyes like a delicious, forbidden fruit that sang to him, called to every single cell of his immortal body to claim her and ravish her mortal body, unsatisfied with her earlier, sloppy blowjob.

The show he got was much better than any striptease or pole dance given by any mortal in a few centuries, if not millennia, as Rachel continued to dance, her nimble fingers painting an elegant picture of what she could see.

She wanted to show the back of the canvas, with her standing in front of it, naked, so that she was facing the viewer, intended to be the bound Dark god sitting on the bed beside her. Behind her in the painting, there would be a mirror, showing her ass and lush red hair pulled back in a ponytail.

The most difficult part would be drawing herself, so she was drawing the mirror and the furniture first, leaving the main part for later when she could properly sit down and take her time to paint.

She stepped back when the mirror and canvas had been drawn, with a rough pencil sketch telling her where she herself would go, allowing her to leave blank spaces in the painting.

Dropping her paintbrush in the small pot of oil she had, she moved back to the bed, her other hand still clutching the palette, not afraid of getting paint on her tits.

"What do you think?" She asked Percy, her free hand immediately reaching down to stroke his cock, aided by her saliva.

His abs clenched as he felt his cock throb again under her gentle, teasing caress, trying to resist her lustful, fiery advances. Gritting his teeth as he felt his impenetrable wall of sheer willpower groan and chip, tested thoroughly, he gave a wavering smirk. "Got a long way to go yet, beauty. You will need a lot of practice, it seems."

No, she didn't.

And Rachel seemed to know it, as she grinned, continuing to stroke his cock with her soft palm, not caring the fact that her underboob and creamy stomach were getting smeared with paint from the palette.

She moaned wantonly at the feeling of his hard, unyielding warmth throbbing in her palm, making him twitch more, leaking ample precum from his drooling tip.

Breaking eye contact, she stared at his bobbing cockhead, comparing her fist to his monstrous meat, as she continued to pump, twisting her little hand in an effort to get him as much pleasure as she could.

Feeling Percy arch his back as his hips snapped forward, fucking her small, smooth palm with small, frantic thrusts as he tried to get off, Rachel smiled, glancing up at the god's desperate groan of pleasure.

Seeing his back arched as her Dark god stared at the ceiling, panting and breathing heavily, she chewed her lower lip nervously, eyeing the beads of sweat rolling down his toned, golden abs and chest.

Leaning down, Rachel tenderly stuck her little hot tongue out, lapping up his sweat, and brushing her swollen, bruised pink lips along his scarred, golden skin, feeling his bumpy, slightly rough skin beneath her tender lips. Years of hardship and wars were gently loved by rosy lips as the Oracle kissed and licked Percy's skin, peppering his broad chest, collar bones and abs with gentle kisses as her hands worked on his drooling cock.

For his part, the Dark god writhed and chafed at the handcuffs, wanting nothing more to break free and show her his love, but he was helpless, arching his back as Rachel lovingly worshipped his body, her small, soft hands like pleasurable clouds that worked wonders on his painfully aching, oversized erection.

Rachel trailed her lips downward, lovingly pecking each and every single one of Percy's abs as she went, enjoying the loud sound of his heartbeat thumping against his ribcage or the eager throbbing of his meat.

She finally nuzzled his cock, taking a shuddering breath to sniff his musky scent again, small tremors shooting through her body, ignoring the fact that her breast was now completely covered in a myriad of colours which would be a pain to remove the next morning. The scent made her feel light-headed, almost drunk on a lustful high as she lovingly, wantonly nuzzled his warm cock, enjoying the feeling of his thick diamond-hard meat rubbing against her cheek.

Reluctantly parting her cheek, now smeared with warm, glistening precum from his slick cock, Rachel placed a loving kiss on his cocktip, kissing his meat with more passion than many women kisses their lovers. Her swollen pink lips parted as she kissed his drooling head, involving some tongue in a lewd parody of a French kiss.

Percy's toes curled in pleasure as she kissed his bulbous head, her cheeks hollowed as she gently suckled on his meat, hungrily drinking the steady stream of pre leaking from his slit with lewd, audible gulps.

Rachel broke apart after a few moments of pleasurable agony that set his nerves on fire, an eternity that seemed too long, yet ended too quickly for his liking. Her glistening lips still connected to his cock with thin strands of fluid, Piper presented him with a lewd, wet smirk that made his cock twitch and spew more precum. Her face and naked tits were dirty with saliva, precum and paint, all glistening and marking her as his.

"I think I'll go back to work." She teased him, turning around and leaning forward to give him a nice view of her creamy bubble butt. She gave her behind a short shake that made her flesh jiggle enticingly, like a sweet fruit that Percy wanted to seek both his metaphorical and literal teeth into, "You want this, horn dog?"

Percy nodded eagerly, pleasantly surprised as she pushed her ass back, so that his erect, oversized cock rested on her smooth, creamy ass crack. His toes curled in pleasure as he shivered, his arms straining against his handcuffs again as he tried to lunge forward, the delicious, velvety warmth too much for him as she reached backwards, pulling her ample asscheeks apart to give him a view of her delicious, pink, puckered asshole.

"You want this?" She urged him on, letting her ass go so that her creamy cheeks clapped around his diamond-hard meat, making him bite down on his tongue to stifle the pleasured scream that threatened to tear from his throat. He panted hard, sweat dripping from his forehead. Why was he acting like this?

He was never like this.

"Well, you're not getting it yet, horn dog." Her words did not exactly register her words as she walked away with sashaying hips, his dark eyes and lustful, cloyed mind still stuck on her juicy ass.

He watched as she went back to work on her painting, the reflections of her naked, sinful body in the mirrors mocking him.

Percy grinned, a feral grin that anybody would have felt, and shivered at, as he finally began to seriously fiddle with his fuzzy handcuffs, the source of all his troubles.

As it was, Rachel was so engrossed in her painting that she paid him no mind.

It was only the rough, calloused hands, strong and firm on her waist that made her finally realize that he was free, making her jump a foot in the air. Fortunately, she did not spoil the painting as she whirled around, trying to confront the Dark god.

Strong hands held her in place, however, preventing her from looking backwards as she stood ramrod straight, barely breathing. She could feel his massive horsecock throbbing, nestled against her ass, finally making her realize the full extent of what she had done.

Her emerald eyes wide, she gulped, looking at the mirror that showed her reflection in front of her.

She was met with a savagely grinning, thirsting Dark god almost a head taller than her, standing behind her, resting his chin and chiselled jaw on top of her head with no difficulty. He was as naked as her, his tanned golden skin contrasting her pale creamy skin tone as he hugged her, his strong, firm, toned muscles sinking into her soft flesh, thanks to the ferocity and strength of his possessive hug.

Her emerald eyes followed his movements as he lifted an arm, showing the remnants of her handcuff around his wrist. She watched, transfixed, as he raised his other hand to enclose his palm around his wrist, making the handcuff crumble into fine golden dust reminiscent of the dust left behind after dead monsters.

"Now it is my turn to derive my entertainment from your suffering, my muse. I hope you don't mind." His smooth, silky tone made her shiver and grind her thighs together in arousal as she tried to hide the fresh stream of fluids trickling down her thighs.

"Eyes on your painting. Don't want it to get ruined." His voice was low, a barely audible growl that made her shiver and whimper, as she stared at the canvas, not really taking anything in. Her mind was getting clogged with the feeling of Percy hugging her possessively, his long, toned swimmer arms wrapping around her body and pulling her shorter frame into his wall of solid muscle.

"Start painting now, Oracle. The moment you stop, I stop, too." He growled again, moving his arms to cup her sweltering pussy, using his right hand to grope her heaving left breast, enjoying the feeling of her milky skin yielding beneath his strong fingers.

Her lips quivered. "B-but-"

"No buts, muse. Start working." And he did, too, shamelessly groping and massaging her tits as he parted her fat pussy lips with his fingers, collecting the saccharine nectar pooling in his palm, sticky and wet.

Rachel bit her lip, her thighs quivering, as she stifled a whimper in her throat at Percy's actions, his rough, calloused hands on her soft, smooth skin.

Her emerald eyes teary at his sensuous torture, she reached out shakily to get herself another brush, her fingers trembling. Her knees weakened and she could no longer hold herself up properly, Percy's wandering hand between her legs the only thing keeping her from collapsing to the floor.

The Dark god went on with his torturous actions, groping her tits and fingering her untouched, wet pussy.

He cupped her B-cup tit in his palm, feeling her flesh fit perfectly in his hand, her soft, sensitive pink nipple brushing his rough skin as he squeezed hard, feeling his fingers sink into her delicate, creamy skin. He then moved on, his fingers wandering with a mind of their own, as he flicked and pinched Rachel's sensitive nipples, salivating at the thought of nursing on her delicate tits, as soft as a goddess. His hands were slick with the paint that coated her naked chest, and he took full advantage of that, fingerpainting her naked tits, her creamy skin gaining all manners of shades as he groped her breasts shamelessly. His fingers curled around her areola again as he pinched her nipple, painfully, cruelly and sensuously twisting her flesh, tugging at her breast as he tried to get a reaction out of his beautiful muse.

A cruel smirk twisting his features as he rubbed Rachel's virgin, wet pussy, he decided to move in for the kill.

His fingers spreading apart her fat, greedy lips, he placed his bulbous head at her entrance.

Rachel's breath hitched at the feeling, and she stopped whatever she was painting, really a few wavering, lazy strokes made on autopilot with shaking hands, her mind occupied on the truckloads of bliss assaulting her body from all directions. Instead, she started struggling futilely against his iron grip.

"Cold feet?" Percy repeated.

"Hah, you wish, Jackson." Her voice, and confidence, wavered as she remembered the massive cock she had struggled to deepthroat, a monster that rearranged her organs and messed up her mortal biology. She was sure that had Percy not been a god, she would have been long dead.

He shrugged, though she could not see it. "What are you hesitating for, then?"

Rachel just had enough presence of mind to kick away the canvas and the table holding all her painting instruments, before Percy slammed himself to the hilt in her virgin cunt.

Her feet kicked out as she arched her back, giving Percy a faceful of fiery red hair as she screamed in sheer pain and pleasure, loud enough to make him question the soundproofing of the walls.

He gave her no respite, beginning to fuck her with long, deep thrusts through her toe-curling orgasm, effortlessly lifting her up with his massive, strong meat in her womb alone, his hands busy groping her creamy tits.

The fact that she was being spit-roasted was lost upon the delirious Oracle as Percy stepped forward, making her whimper again as she bounced on his cock with every step, making her mini orgasm, her walls spasming around his rampaging meat. The blood from her hymen breaking, blood absent in female demigods and gods, mixed with her orgasmic fluids to drip past the tight seal formed by her stretched cunt and Percy's horsecock, dripping to the floor.

She finally regained some sort of semblance when she felt herself pushed against a cold wall, her wet clit rubbing against the wall as her sore nipples, her cheek pressed against the flat surface. Emerald eyes searched for her master, almost in a drunken, intoxicated haze that made her normally sharp mind blunt and foggy with lust.

"Percy-?" The moment did not last long, however, as Percy assumed a breakneck, blistering pace, desperately trying to get himself off as he used Rachel like a sex doll, with little regard for her health.

His hips thundered against hers, pushing her against the solid wall as he continued fucking her feverishly, like a rabbit in heat. His cock rearranged her organs, punching through her cervix into her womb, slamming against the very back of her scared, innermost chamber with every deep thrust. Her velvety walls pulsed around him, wet and soft and tight, her ample fluids acting as lube, allowing him to maintain his burning pace. Her stomach bulged obscenely, showing the shape of his cock with every thrust as he moved inside her, feeling the hardness of the wall through the thin skin of her stomach. His hips slammed against her bubble butt, making her creamy skin turn red with every thrust, her soft flesh jiggling deliciously with every thrust. His heavy balls, full of thick, potent seed, slammed against her clit with every thrust, making her feel as if she was having her sensitive clit spanked.

Percy did not care about the fact that they were fucking against the wall directly over the painting she had been working on, which had been knocked over. The mixture of their sexual fluids and a bit of blood splattered the canvas, dirtying up Rachel's beautiful work, but he found it hard to bring himself to care. She would work on making him a better, perfect nude of herself, later on, taking her own sweet time to carefully perfect every aspect of her painting.

He briefly wondered if he should make her draw nudes of the other girls too. Perhaps he could make her draw pictures of him fucking the others.

Rachel's swollen, bruised lips parted, revealing her hot, wet mouth as she gasped in short breaths, unable to breathe properly. Every time Percy hilted himself back inside her womb, she felt like all the air was sucked out of her lungs. She felt breathless, the loud sound of her heart thumping loudly against her ribs rang in her ears. Saliva dribbled past her parted lips, forming a dirty, glistening trail down her jaw and slender neck.

Emerald eyes, glazed over with lust, looked at the Dark god straining behind her in wonder, her fucked silly mind not comprehending what he and his cock were doing to her body. Pleasurable things they were, she was sure, as she felt herself floating in limbo, locked in an endless cycle of bliss and ecstasy, orgasming again and again around his throbbing cock.

Clenching his abs and gritting his teeth as he felt his balls tighten and pulse in preparation for his inevitable release, Percy sped up his pace, feeling sweat drip down his body as he inched closer to the point of no return.

A savage, animalistic howl tore itself from his throat as he arched his back, hitting himself inside Rachel as the dam finally burst. He gasped and panted, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he orgasmed, his bulbous cockhead pressed against the velvet back walls of her womb as he spewed gallons of thick, hot and fertile seed directly in her womb, spewing cum like a firehose as dumped his load directly in her stomach.

Rachel moaned and screamed as she finally felt warmth bloom in her stomach, clawing at the wall as she felt her normally flat stomach swelling and bloating as Percy dumped his ungodly load right in her sacred, previously untouched chamber. She did not need to be an Oracle to see that if Percy had not been a god, and thus able to regulate when his lovers became pregnant, she would be heavy with at least triplets, if not more, with the amount of fertile seed he was spewing.

Percy bucked his hips, his mind white with pleasure as he orgasmed, pumping Rachel full of his thick seed as she writhed and struggled beneath his grip.

She was mortal, he reminded herself. Too much sex is harmful, he gritted his teeth, trying to keep his mind on anything but the haze of lustful ecstasy he was in.

After a few minutes of cumming and pumping the Oracle's fertile womb full of his thick seed, he pulled out, letting the last ropes of his explosive orgasm drip on the floor. Immediately, not bothered by his oversized cock plugging her gaping cunt, a waterfall of jizz, looking for all intents and purposes like thick, white Jell-O, cascaded in a lewd waterfall of their orgasmic juices to splatter the half-painted canvas beneath them.

Oops.

Deciding to worry about Rachel's wrath later, in the morning, Percy just held her in his arms, ignoring the steady waterfall of jizz still spilling from her ruined cunt, her horribly bloated belly slowly returning to her normal, flat and slim stature.

He was surprised when she moved, wriggling in his arms to get more comfortable, hugging him and gently kissing his sweaty chest and collar bones, nibbling softly on his scarred, bump skin. Her lips latched onto his collar bones as she sucked weakly, desperately trying to leave a hickey.

Percy eyed her droopy, sleepy emerald eyes and silly grin. "Tired?"

"No." She slurred, seemingly drunk.

The couple just stood there for a few minutes, basking in the afterglow of sex, kissing and worshipping each other's lips.

"I'm ready," Rachel spoke, eager to get the next round underway.

"This is the last one for the night." Percy dampened her excitement slightly, smiling softly.

"Why?" She whined childishly, beating him on the chest.

He briefly considered telling her the truth, but then remembered- Rachel was sensitive about being the only mortal in a house full of goddesses, demigoddesses, a god, a Titan and a Primordial. Well, she was not mortal anymore, she was immortal, too, but did not have any godly powers.

He smiled serenely, deciding to lie to her for the second time that night. "I can't go on anymore after this round. Most men can go only for one round, you should be grateful."

She snorted, parting her lips to undoubtedly say something snarky. Her expression turned to a surprised yelp when Percy let her drop on her hands and knees to the floor.

"Ouch, what was that for?" She snapped, rubbing her stinging arms as she tried to turn and glare at the Dark god.

She found herself unable, when Percy pushed her face to the messy floor and canvas. Despite her best efforts, Rachel could not help the needy moan that escaped her lips when she felt her face covered by the warm, musky and lewd mixture of cum and her nectar spewed directly from her womb.

"You made a mess, bitch. Better clean it up." Despite the teasing smugness in his voice, Rachel could not help but comply, sticking out her tongue to eagerly lap up the dirty mixture of fluids directly from the floor like a starving slut, shaking her ass for Percy's benefit.

The Dark god stared at Rachel as she hungrily slurped up the lewd mixture of their fluids from the floor with clearly audible, lewd gulps. Her creamy ass, pale skin red with the abuse he had put her through, jiggled tantalizingly as she shook her behind, trying to tempt him with the juicy fruit he had yet to taste.

He felt his cock throb, his unabated, raging inferno of burning lust rising like an all-consuming tsunami at the Oracle's seductive methods.

She was already in doggy style and his cock was well lubed with the same mixture that she was licking clean.

He grinned, shifting to place his bulbous head against her tight, pink virgin ass.

Rachel moaned against the cold marble floor covered with her new favourite drink as she felt Percy assume a position to take her anal virginity.

"Will the floor clean itself, slut?" Percy snapped harshly, his rough hand sharply spanking her juicy ass and making her yelp in surprise and pleasure.

"I'm sorry, master!"

Well, well. How the turntables.

Percy grinned as he finally enjoyed the delicious, sinful fruit he had been tortured with all evening.

Chapter 48: Playing with Pipes: Part 1

Time: A Day Later

"Why are you obsessed with cars, Percy?!" Piper groaned as she was dragged to the showroom. "We just came here to get some new clothes!"

"And why are obsessed with new clothes?" The Dark god snapped back, dragging his date by the arm through the glass door.

"Uggghh....." She made a sound like a zombie, before dragging her feet reluctantly through the door into the high end, shiny showroom with glass on every surface and a lot of shiny, new automobiles, each looking better than the previous one, all looking as if they had come out of fashion magazines. Although her father was quite a famous celebrity, Piper had rarely seen such luxurious transport, and her face reflected it, as she looked on in wonder, hanging off Percy's arm as she glanced around, her jaw slightly slack in wondrous admiration.

The mortals were so ingenious in coming up with these things- Piper felt as if she would never be able to understand how they managed to make it work. Perhaps Athena knew. Hades, who was she kidding- Athena probably knew.

Piper had expected a lot of things when Percy asked her for a date. The mall had been ticked off her checklist, and she had been eagerly awaiting the movie or restaurant that followed.

Another car showroom was the last thing on her bucket list for this date. At least it wasn't a football stadium- she shuddered at the thought, shooting a little prayer to the gods, before she willingly trailed behind the overexcited Dark god.

"How may I help you?" A well-dressed assistant in a suit approached, giving them a shirt bow before straightening, projecting a very professional atmosphere.

Percy gave the attendant a small smile. "I already have a car booked. It was supposed to be picked up from your showroom. A Bugatti Chiron, the number is-"

He fumbled a bit with his back pocket before Piper helpfully held up his Hephaestus brand phone, a bland look on her face.

Shooting her a small, thankful smile that made her thighs tremble, Percy gratefully took the phone, turning to the attendant as he scrolled through several messages, finally spouting off the required string of numbers.

Piper smiled up at the Dark god, lost in her own thoughts.

If the two of them had not been taken by Jason and Annabeth, she would undoubtedly have gotten together with the son of Poseidon. As it was, she had harboured a little crush, a silly childish infatuation which had developed into a blazing fire somewhere along the line, causing her the regular teenage angst on who to choose, leading to several sleepless nights.

And then, just when she had reconciled herself with her emotions, burying her emotions of love and affection for the son of Poseidon as friendly affection, instead concentrating her affections on Jason.

And just then, the son of Jupiter had to be a hero and save them all, at the cost of his own life.

She had shed many tears over him too, but had a much better time recovering than Percy. She had felt jealous of his fatal flaw, personal loyalty made him completely and solely dedicated to Annabeth, unable to ever see her in a romantic light. That, coupled with his natural denseness saved him from the drama that accompanied her futile attempts at flirting with the demigod.

And then, Annabeth had died. His main anchor snapped.

She felt tears prick her eyes. She had been sent to many juvenile schools and marked as a delinquent, but she supposed it was mild compared to what the others went through. Thalia and Annabeth had run away from home and survived for many years on the road. Leo was an orphan. Percy had been horribly abused by his step-dad.

She had examined him. He had been raped in his childhood. Crippling depression had followed him like a sick puppy, smothering him and suffocating anybody around him.

Her loving, spoiling famous father, stealing spree and childhood fascination with shiny supercars, seemed luxury when compared with the hardships the others had gone through.

Piper hated feeling weak. She had been labelled weak as a daughter of Aphrodite at Camp. Breaking that image had been fun.

But still, she felt weak.

She was shaken out of her thoughts by Percy gently shaking her shoulder. Looking up, she was met with concerned sea-green eyes looking down at her. She felt her cheeks heat up immediately, her pink blush showing despite her dark, chocolate skin as she hid her face in Percy's dark shirt.

"Hey, Pipes, you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine." She subtly dried the unknown tears trailing down her cheeks, feeling embarrassed at being caught. "I just felt nostalgic. Wondering what Leo's doing."

Percy smiled at her, falling for her lie. Well, it was a half-truth really, and she might have let a bit of charmspeak leak into her words.

"Leo's a game developer now! He owns his own company, courtesy of Hephaestus, and his games are all hits! I played a couple- games like the Isle and Ark."

He snickered at his own thoughts, ignorant of Piper smiling serenely at his rambling, something which had never changed. "He's set. I've heard the girls chase him, too. Not as much as me, but still. Leo McShizzle has achieved his destiny."

He straightened. "Now, if you will follow me, my lady. I need your expert opinion on my newest acquisition."

"What expert opinion?"

"I wanted them to give dinosaur livery designs. I know that I'm going to be super excited and carried away. I want you to check the designs and colours and the look. I've already checked the engines- you are in charge of the looks. You have free reign, Beauty Queen. Just remember, the Bugatti Chiron is dinosaur themed."

The two of them stepped into an elevator, heading for the underground garage.

As Percy whistled and tapped his foot in tune to what was undoubtedly another one of his metal songs, Piper distracted herself by examining her date's drool-worthy appearance, her kaleidoscopic eyes wandering over his toned form, mentally undressing him as she mercilessly butchered his privacy. She shivered, feeling his warmth against her cool skin, something which could never be replicated by her, admittedly impressive, collection of Percy Jackson merchandise, something which, almost every demigoddess and goddess seemed to have.

Piper was tall, at least she liked to think so. After all, her height of six foot one was normally considered tall. However, Percy still had four inches on her, making her curse as he never let her live down the fact.

Percy stood lean and tall, with his chiselled body dominating her shorter frame, a natural, fierce possessiveness atmosphere that came to him as naturally as bloodlust to Ares, a feeling that sent shivers of arousal through any female fortunate enough to feel it. And now, that aggression was protecting Piper. The thought made her feel giddy, making her chastise herself at acting like a lovestruck schoolgirl.

His face, better than anything even Aphrodite could have ever imagined, with sharp angles that sent shadows dancing across his skin, sharp enough to make cold hearts bleed. A sharp, aristocratic nose led to beautiful, delicious-looking ruby lips that just begged to be kissed and sucked, high cheekbones completing his regal look. His tanned, perfect golden skin slightly glistened with sweat, a slight, sexy stubble darkening his chin and chiselled, perfect masculine jaw, making him look every part the enticing Dark god he was. This time, his look was accompanied by an oh so sexy, messy man bun, which had actually made many of them squeal when he had first shown them the look. Despite the man bun, albeit a small one, he managed to retain his messy raven hair, with his darker than night hair falling every which way.

A single, silver fang shaped earring glinted on his earlobe, occasionally peeking out from behind his messy raven locks to blind unwary onlookers with its brilliance. The dark tattoos that peeked out, dark ink visible on his neck, the parts of his chest and collarbones that occasionally peeked out from underneath his shirt, and the tattoos running down the entire length of his arms, gave him a fierce, dark look. His towering form standing possessively behind her kept away potential annoyances, who would have otherwise approached the daughter of Aphrodite, entranced by her otherworldly beauty. And Piper's harsh, kaleidoscopic glare and the crushing jealousy and self-consciousness that came from being around her, kept the females at length, as she possessively hugged Percy's side. His long, strong arm at her waist was only the crushing blow.

His look was accompanied by a half-sleeved, black t-shirt- Amon Amarth or something- Piper did not particularly care about the bloody Viking shown in the t-shirt. Instead, what she cared about was the fact that Percy was not noticing her hands creeping up on his chest and abdomen, touching and feeling up his firm, toned muscles through the thin fabric of his shirt.

Percy did not seem to notice how she shamelessly groped his muscles, a small blush on her cheeks, as he played with his fingerless, black leather gloves. He would be driving around a lot, today. That, with his black skinny jeans and similar coloured sneakers, completed his all-black, rough metalhead look, accentuated by his somewhat long, dark hair and earrings. He felt his dogtags, cool and comforting, against the skin of his chest, calming him and masking his embarrassment at Piper's wandering hands.

In a failing attempt to ignore the sensations her soft palms were making him feel, rubbing deliciously against his abs and chest, Percy desperately tried to distract himself. The horrible elevator music, her soft hands slipping under his shirt, the uncomfortable tightness around his waist, her beautiful scent, the excitement of the car that awaited him, the daughter of Aphrodite hanging off his arm.

Finally giving up, Percy met her kaleidoscopic eyes, making her freeze as she realised she had been caught with her hand in the cookie jar. His piercing gaze making her falter as her eyes stabilized in a heterochromatic colour scheme of half his shade of sea green, and the other half Thalia's shade of electric blue. Her chocolate skin heated rapidly, the pink of her furious blush clearly visible despite her dark skin tone as she blushed down to her neck, steam coming out of her ears.

With a cute 'eep!' she withdrew her small, soft hands rubbing his abs, making Percy miss her touch as she turned away from him in embarrassment.

Percy did not react, merely continuing to stare at her, his emotions better disguised than hers as she had ogled him.

Piper's soft, full pink lips that looked to him like delicious candy, her bright pink making her look as if she was perpetually wearing lip gloss. Tasteful dark mascara lined her perfect, almond-shaped eyes that seemed to have been drawn by Aphrodite's own hands, matching perfectly with her dark, chocolate skin. Her flawless skin glowed with life, making Percy's mouth water slightly as he tried to resist the urge to worship her sinful, erotic body.

Her curvy body attracted his hungry, predatory gaze as he stared at her, wanting to run his hands through her soft, silky brown hair and mess up her ponytail. Her signature braid was there, this time with a blue harpy feather. Wherefrom she got the feathers remained as great a mystery to him as the depth of Doomguy's pockets.

Only a thin, white t-shirt separated her from him, easily torn fabric that was just screaming at Percy to rip her shirt and ravage her right there in the lift. Her large, almost DD-cup tits, stretched the fabric of her shirt taught, making him hunger for the massive globes of milky flesh that she had hidden from him. Despite the tight, a few sizes too small bra that she wore, her boobs jiggled and bounced enticingly with every breath she took, the softness of her heavenly pillows gradually giving way to a perfect, toned stomach to rival Artemis. Her perfect, bubble butt was hidden behind faded, skinny ripped jeans, the rips giving Percy sneak peeks at her creamy, chocolate skin. Long, slender legs almost as good as the Hunters ended in black and white sneakers.

Forcefully tearing his eyes from the blushing daughter of Aphrodite, and mentally chastising himself, Percy stepped out, followed by Piper, finding himself in a well lit, high-end garage lined with supercars of several, varying shapes, sizes and colours that made him drool almost as much as his date.

His car was painfully obvious, and the two of them hurried towards the station where two men were finishing last-minute touches on the beautiful Bugatti Chiron.

"What do you think of it, Percy?" Piper asked, turning around to look at the gasping, awestruck god.

She could see why.

Much like his shark-themed Aventador, they had done a beautiful job. The entire car was done in brown, earthy tones, with a red neon kit underneath. The hood looked beautiful, the black carbon and brown metal going together, designed like a snout of a theropod, with flared nostrils, and a central ridge of short, sharp spikes, completed with a row of short, gleaming white teeth lining each wheel. But the most impressive feature, if she had to admit, was the completely spiked roof, reminiscent of the spiky back of an Ankylosaurus, finishing in some more spikes on the tail, like a Stegosaurus.

She supposed Percy could say much more- she was just guessing, having seen the dinosaurs from the Jurassic Park movies- but he was struck speechless, leaving her to do most of the talking.

She rubbed her chin thoughtfully. The paint job could have been better-

Noticing one of the people working on the Chiron standing off to the side, probably the head of the team, she approached him cautiously, leaving the Dark god back to fawn over his car.

"Excuse me, sir." She started in a meek voice, feeling slightly intimidated by the tall, ragged, Hephaestus- lookalike.

The man waddled over to her, shifting his cap, speaking in a strong southern accent, his voice almost lost in his messy bush of a beard. "What can I do for you, lassie?"

"I was just wondering if you could do a respray. I would like it if you could countershade that in different colours. Perhaps toxic or neon green on the bottom, fading to dark green and eventually to black on the roof. Maybe include a few metaphorical scars in red paint on the snout and spikes to show blood."

The man rubbed his chin, lost in thought. "Alright, lassie!" He shouted in a jovial tone, "I'll get it done. Give me a few hours more."

And that is how the young couple found themselves lost in the depths of an animal shelter, hours later, during sunset.

Piper laughed, playing with an abandoned cat on her lap as she sat on the floor, surrounded by all sorts of dogs and cats, of all ages, sizes, breeds and colours. The last few hours had been the best few hours the daughter of Aphrodite had ever had, as she had been endlessly swarmed by helpless, innocent animals without a family.

She laughed again,  a tinkling sound that made the animals look at her as a Disney princess, stopping a puppy climbing her shoulder, reuniting it with the cute, little furry mass of puppies and kittens crawling around in her lap.

Absentmindedly scratching the ear of a half-grown mongrel panting, lying in a pancake position beside her, her beautiful kaleidoscopic eyes, brimming with barely concealed happiness sought out Percy behind the wall of wagging tails and fur, tracing him to another wall of the shop, where he was in a similar position as her, just with all sorts of reptiles.

A shiver went down her back as she made out several snakes of various colours and sizes, wrapped around various parts of his body. In his lap, he entertained a FUCKING crocodile of all things, in the same way she played with a puppy or kitten. Several monitor lizards lazed around him, occasionally scratching at his legs to get his attention, and a comforting rub.

The only cute part was the tortoise on his head.

Tearing his gaze away from the horrifying sight of her crush, and mentally praying that she would never be in his shoes, she gazed outside through the large glass window that let walkers by look into the shop.

It was sunset, and the entire city was bathed in a blood-red light as Apollo's chariot gave way to Artemis'. The people of New York were still milling about, buried in their mobiles, lost in their daily lives, unable to spare even a moment for anybody else, man or animal.

Piper turned to look back at the baby animals in her lap, a smile immediately blooming on the half-Cherokee girl's face as she played with them, scratching ears and letting them lick at her hands.

She jolted out of her thoughts when a pair of long, strong arms hugged her around the stomach, Percy's scent in her nostrils as he buried his face into her neck, nibbling at her neck gently.

"P-Percy- hngh- no-not here-" She panted, not able to resist tilting her head back to give him more access to her creamy neck, his sharp teeth sinking into her soft skin.

"Huh?"

The scream that tore through her throat brought several people scrambling out to the room to see who was being murdered.

"Hey! Apep just wanted cuddles!" Percy vehemently defended his new, pet snake curled around his neck, who had wandered over to her.

"I'll kill you, Percy!" She shouted, desperately hugging the German Shepherd she had accidentally tumbled over.

Her words were lost, however, as Percy pinned her to the ground, his soft lips pressed to hers to muffle any sounds that she might have made.

"Mmph!" Piper writhed and struggled in Percy's unyielding, iron grip as she felt the now christened black mamba- what were they doing with that in a shelter?- Apep slithered over their bodies, disappearing again in the mass of reptiles Percy had left behind.

Piper finally relaxed, her nerves soothed by the feeling of Percy's lips on her, her kaleidoscopic eyes searching his face as they finally broke apart, breathless.

Unknowingly, somewhere along the line, her fists had entangled in his collar, and she stared deep into Percy's mirthful, dark sea-green eyes. "I'll kill you, Percy."

He smirked. "Not new. Anything I can do to make it up to you?"

Unable to resist the temptation anymore, Piper used her hold on his collar to get another fleeting taste of his sweet, delicious lips.

"Ogygia is large. Our mansion is empty."

"So?"

The couple shared another soft, fleeting kiss in the mass of cute, fluffy fur.

"Get us all the abandoned animals in New York."

He was silent for a bit. Adopting hundreds of animals of all kinds, several of them possibly traumatized by their pasts, was quite a feat, even if there were twenty-six of them, and several of them immortals.

"I think I can manage that.

Chapter 49: Playing with Pipes: Part 2

Time: Same Time

"Aren't you a cutie pie!" Piper cooed, playing with her puppy as Percy stared at them, unable to keep the emotion out of his shining, dark sea-green eyes.

"Will you leave Rio for a moment?" -Yes, the white, with a hint of brown, Labrador's name was Rio- "You've been coddling him ever since we got back. He will die at this rate."

"Shush, Percy. Don't say something so ominous." She reprimanded, holding up her puppy in front of his face. "Look at this. How can you resist this face? What sort of cruel, heartless creature are you?"

The infectious smile that she wore finally caught up to him, making Percy break out in a wide grin as he took Rio in his arms.

The puppy immediately made itself comfortable in his arms, feeling the warmth as he held him against the bare skin of his chest, his heart melting with a dangerous cuteness overload.

The impossibly soft fur of the Labrador, carefully and painstakingly groomed to perfection by Piper, tickled his skin as he coddled the puppy which would undoubtedly become his beloved, furry son. The small, wet snout pressed against his chest in a cute display of affection, the small, pink tongue of the infant canine lolling out of its mouth as it panted in the tropical heat of Ogygia. Impossibly soft, flappy ears were scratched lovingly by the Dark god, before he trailed his fingers to give Rio a good tummy scratch.

An electronic beep brought him out of his thoughts as he looked up, to see Piper switching on the air conditioner. Shooting her a thankful smile, he strolled towards the small, fluffy crib set up for Rio.

Piper hummed as she too, came to stand beside him, overlooking the crib. "I thought why not switch on the AC? It's always on at night anyway, else I can't sleep in this heat. Besides," she purred seductively at him, her nimble fingers tracing his obliques. "I think things are about to get heated anyways."

Percy shot her a grin, before returning his attention to Rio, placing a small, loving kiss on the puppy's furry forehead. "Mama and Papa love you, little one. Good night, sweet dreams."

Tucking him in the warm mass of fluffy blankets, Percy watched him cutely burrow into the warm crib.

It had been a lot of paperwork, but Percy had finally managed to get them all, and now, the big mansion of Ogygia seemed a lot fuller, with animals of all kinds, wild or domestic. The wildlife, albeit of the small kind, mixed with the dogs and cats to invade their home, and now, everyone seemed to have a dog or cat or bird or squirrel of their own.

All except Percy, of course. Not that he did not have any pet, his pets were of the.... more dangerous kind, for lack of a better term. Fully grown crocodiles joined equally large, if not larger, sharks in a hidden swimming pool, with a small forest creeping with monitor lizards, snakes and reptiles of all kinds. He had even managed to get a Komodo dragon!

He shivered at the thought of the explosion that was going to happen if anybody got wind of the secret room.

Shaking himself free from his musings of if he had a hidden title of lord of reptiles, Percy snapped his fingers, making Piper look up curiously.

"What did you do?" She asked, her kaleidoscopic eyes gazing into his.

"Can't have junior watching his parents get all mushy, now, can we?" He gave her a devilish smirk, turning on his signature Percy Jackson charm full force.

As expected, Piper blushed crimson at his words, her red, mortal blood visible despite her dark, chocolate skin as she looked away, embarrassed. "I-I suppose so."

Percy hesitated for a moment, watching the shy daughter of Aphrodite rub her arm.

"If you don't want to, we can continue this another time." He stated awkwardly, motioning to the door.

"No!" Piper reached out to grasp his arm, making him stop in his tracks and turn to the blushing demigoddess. "I-I mean-"

She shuffled forward, hugging Percy as she buried her face in his bare chest, shuddering as she sniffed his scent, potent enough to make her soak through her panties. "Wh-what I mean is- oh my gods, this is embarrassing- I-I wa-want you. I love you, Percy."

He wrapped his arms around her, too, drawing her in his warm, loving embrace. "That's not all, is it, Pipes?"

"N-No, it-it isn't."

He cupped her cheek, making her look up at him.

"What's the matter?" His voice was soft, endearing and sincere, laying all of his emotions out to her, clear as day.

Her heart skipped a beat, and despite how much her brain told her that this was wrong, she could not prevent the helpless reactions of her body that made her shiver and tremble deliciously, starved of affection and always wanting more.

"This should not have been so easy." She murmured, touching his sharp, well-defined jaw, feeling his sexy stubble slightly prick her finger. "I should not be sleeping with my late boyfriend's best friend, let alone love him as much as, if not more than, I loved Jason."

His eyes softened. "If it's any consolation, I'm basically doing the same."

"Yeah, but-" Piper protested, sniffing, "You're an asshole, Jackson. You are making me fall hard for you, and forget Jason completely. You are constantly taking everything, trying to do everything so that we can enjoy ourselves and be happy. Even after that, you spend so much time looking after us, ignoring your own needs. Fuck you, Jackson, for making me love you. Fuck you, Jackson, for being a hypocrite. Fuck you, Jackson, for making me love you with all my heart, more than I ever loved Jason or anybody else, while you are still hungover Annabeth."

She accentuated her words with weak punches to his chest, making her feel like she was punching a reinforced steel wall. His innocent, chivalrous selflessness, the same thing that drew everyone to him like moths to a flame, made her heart well with emotion as she tried to get a reaction out of him.

But noooo! The sexy, loving bastard just had to be perfect, not showing any pain or annoyance at her for breaking down and punching his chest, not showing any sadness for his loss, but instead, showing worry and concern for her as he continued to hold her tightly.

Eventually, Piper came down from her rant, weakly clawing at Percy's smooth chest, spent emotionally. The occasional tear streamed down her rosy cheek as she looked up at Percy, eyeing him with the same insatiable hunger, both physical and emotional, that was shown by every girl in his harem.

She ignored the fact that he was drying her eyes with a tissue he had conjured, instead concentrating on her delectable god, resting her chin on his sternum.

"You alright?" Percy made the tissue disappear as he held her close, rubbing his thumb gently over her now clean face.

"Yeah. I'm sorry for that." Piper muttered, her eyes still lost in his intense gaze, her mind not registering anything other than the fact that she was in Percy's warm, comfortable arms, and that the position was better than her luxurious bed. Her emotions were clear as crystal, her heart not retaining anything other than the unparalleled love and burning lust that she held for this man.

Her brain was no longer clogged with the angst of loss, instead cloying with something much better, much more potent and intoxicating. She did not think it was possible to get drunk on a scent, but as usual, Percy had to prove her wrong, as she could not but sniff his masculine scent hungrily, feeling the heat in her core growing with her lust. His scent was like an aphrodisiac, more potent than anything she could imagine or Aphrodite could conjure.

She rubbed her sensitive nose all over his slightly sweaty chest, checking out her god through the corner of her eyes- a skill she had perfected throughout her years of knowing him.

Nobody could pull off the perpetual 'just-got-out-of-bed' look that Percy rocked, perhaps because he really did just get out of bed for all she knew. There was no saying with the son of Poseidon, who had an almost unbreakable love for beds of all kinds- as places of sex and sleep.

His dark sea-green eyes, which passed off as bleary and sleep-deprived at first glance, burned with a ferocious intensity that left her feeling all hot and bothered, rubbing her luscious thighs together. His slightly long raven pair was pulled back in a messy man bun that just made her mouth water, the perpetual urge to run her fingers through his silky smooth hair increasing. His tanned golden skin glistened with slight sweat, accentuating his high, royal cheekbones. His signature stubble darkened his chin and sharp, chiselled jaw.

Embarrassed and unable to meet his eyes, Piper stood on her tiptoes to press her soft, pink lips to his chiselled jaw, feeling his stubble slightly sting her sensitive lips.

She stood back, a crimson blush darkening her flawless, chocolate cheeks, as her kaleidoscopic eyes continued to shamelessly rove over his divine body. His prominent collar bones invited her to add to his collection of fading hickeys, making her feel a pang of jealousy. His broad, muscular chest made her cheeks heat up again as she remembered how she had molested him with her face, her ears tinged pink. Beneath that, he had a full, mouth-watering ten-pack, a new addition, if Piper's photos were anything to go by. Lined by prominent obliques leading to the prominent 'v' of his hip bones, the tantalizing main prize hidden behind Juventus shorts that hung loosely around his slim waist. Despite her best attempts to look at his face, Piper's eyes were drawn to his perfect, delectable pectorals, and his long, muscular arms that completed his lean build.

Unaware to the not so innocent daughter of Aphrodite, Percy's dark eyes were doing the same to her, mentally undressing her, his heart beating rapidly at her words.

His eyes traced Piper's features, admiring the perfect mixture of her mother's love genes and her father's Cherokee blood. Her mesmerizing kaleidoscopic eyes changed colours from red to pink to blue, going through the entire spectrum and more colours that he didn't know about, as the two heartbound lovers continued to gaze at each other.

His eyes traced the gentle curve of her luscious, full pink lips, before dipping downwards, along her slender neck to hungrily eye her smooth, creamy collarbones. The somewhat small tank top that Piper was wearing, allowed Percy a teasing glimpse of her delicious cleavage, her D-cup tits the image of perfection, as expected of Aphrodite's blood. Her round globes of creamy flesh sat snugly on her chest, without the slightest hint of sag, jiggling softly with every breath that she took. Her erect nipples poking through the thin fabric told him of her arousal, as well as her lack of a bra.

Percy cracked a grin, probably the first to see Piper without her signature 'several sizes too small' sports bra restraining her heavenly breasts.

His eyes continued on their downward journey, as he mentally chastised himself, knowing he spent too long just ogling her delicious chest. His eyes roamed over her toned stomach and cute belly button, exposed by her short top, her dark chocolate skin glistening with slight sweat. Lingering for a bit on her crotch, wondering if she was wearing any underwear, Percy continued his journey, examining the skimpy pair of booty shorts that she wore, her higher than heaven, perfect creamy ass practically hanging out, the skimpy fabric doing no favours for his imagination, or his raging hard-on. Thick chocolate thighs that invited him to use them as sexy earmuffs rubbed together in an obviously futile attempt to stave off her crippling arousal, the slight glistening of juices trickling down the insides of her thighs giving everything away.

Percy felt a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "Sexy."

Piper blushed crimson, smacking his naked chest. "Pervert."

He grinned, pulling her closer to his body. "I'm your pervert."

She blushed again, feeling his wandering hands. "You're lucky I love you~ ah!"

She hid her face in his chest to hide her furious blush, moaning wantonly against his skin as Percy groped her ass shamelessly, pulling her close to him with his other arm.

Grabbing a hold of her chin, he jerked her head up to crash his lips onto hers, holding her up by a single, strong hand on her ass so that she could properly kiss him without him having to lean down.

"Mmph!" Piper moaned into their passionate kiss as Percy continued to knead and molest her delectable behind, intent on making her orgasm through that alone.

The daughter of Aphrodite was kissed with soul-searing passion, all of his acquired skills shining through as he made her feel things she had never felt before, her Aphrodite genes working overtime to help her kiss him back, albeit not as skilfully, but with equal passion and ferocity.

Their lips moved in tandem with each other, caressing the other's soft lips as they parted briefly for breath.

"I love you, too." Percy breathed out, before feverishly diving in for more, not giving Piper an opportunity to react.

Not wasting time, and taking advantage of her parted lips as she panted, Percy invaded her mouth, their warm, wet tongues entangling in a fierce battle for dominance as the two lovers continued kissing, swapping saliva and molesting Piper.

She moaned again into his mouth, giving Percy the opportunity to win the match as he invaded her mouth with his tongue, exploring her warm, wet cavern and trying to memorize every surface, her every reaction as he probed and experimented, the sound of her pleasured mewls vibrating against his invading tongue.

All the while, his hands were hard at work groping and molesting her behind, squeezing her ass tightly, and making his strong fingers dig into her cloudy, chocolate flesh. Her ass flesh jiggled in his rough palms as he continued to grope her ass, making her moan and purr in pleasure, his hands working wonders as he probed and pressed, massaging her unbelievably soft flesh with his rough, strong fingers.

Percy wanted to use her ass as a pillow. There were different types of girls, each with their own unique speciality, and if Percy had to pick, he would say Piper's best feature was her super ass. Even better than Annabeth's, Piper's undoubtedly heavenly tits did not even compare to the otherworldly piece of deliciously soft flesh that was her ass.

His fingers dipped underneath her tight booty shorts that left little to the imagination, his eyes widening in their kiss when he discovered that she was indeed, not wearing any underwear.

Percy broke the kiss, gasping for breath as he eyed Piper's swollen, slightly bruised lips, with a glistening strand of saliva connecting her to his lips.

"You slut." He smirked, his fingers diving into her crack to probe her sensitive, tender asshole.

Piper's blush made her look like her head was about to explode with all the blood rushing to her face as she hid her face in his chest, moaning softly against his skin as Percy continued to attend to her behind, his other hand joining its occupied counterpart on her ass, beneath her shorts.

He flexed his fingers, displaying his unparalleled strength as he effortlessly ripped her shirts off her body, leaving her naked, but for a skimpy tank top.

"Percy!" Piper yelped in slight pain, but it was soon replaced by pleasure as the Dark god continued to work, his fingers travelling between her thighs to probe her wet pussy, gushing juices lavishly, trickling down her thighs.

"You're wet, slut." He stated the obvious, a devilish grin on his face that made her ears tinged pink as she looked away.

"Do-don't tease me like that." She stuttered, feeling ashamed and humiliated, ignoring the pang of arousal that spiked through her core at being verbally degraded by the Dark god, making the hunger she felt in her sopping, warm core increase.

Percy's fingers probed and explored her wet pussy, tracing her smooth, clean shaved cunt, his fingers disappearing in the endless sea of chocolate flesh as he probed and explored her warmth, making her whimper. His rough, calloused hand traced her fat lower lips that just greedily begged for his cock, collecting her warm nectar and smearing her inner thighs and crotch with her slick juices.

"Slut." Percy repeated, slapping her ass and making her yelp as he spanked her. The Dark god watched the soft sea of brown flesh jiggle and bounce deliciously, a faint pink handprint appearing on her perfect bubble butt.

He watched the fresh gush of juices that erupted from her wet core with faint amusement, making Piper want to curl up and die at his shining, mirthful eyes watching her body with intense, unyielding concentration.

"Now the shirt, slut." Percy ordered in a gruff, husky tone that sent aroused shivers through her spine and pleasurable tingles through her clit.

The daughter of Aphrodite risked a quick peek at the Dark god, immediately regretting it as she felt her blush return with a vengeance.

Percy was leaning against the wall, posing sexually with one arm behind his head, his entire, sculpted body unobstructed from her view. But what made her blush most was the fact that he had his fingers in his mouth, seductively licking his glistening fingers clean.

"Mm~ you taste like warm, fresh honey, slut." He commented, making her face burn as she watched his hot tongue lap up her fluids, inviting another gush of fresh juices to erupt from her aroused pussy. Her thighs ground together in an effort to stave off the hungry fire roaring inside her, aided by the slick, glistening chocolate skin of her inner thighs, thoroughly coated with her warm nectar.

"I told you something, slut." Percy reprimanded, spanking her again, this time on the other cheek.

"Th-this is embarrassing, P-Percy-" She was cut off by a surprised yelp as her ass was spanked again.

"What do you call me, slut?"

She stood silent for a moment, fanning her hot face to keep her blush under control, not having the ability to look at Percy any longer. "I'm sorry, Master."

She could almost feel his lecherous grin directed at her, his warm, rough hands still on her ass, rubbing her slightly inflamed cheek. "Good slut. Now, strip."

Unable to meet his gaze in her mortifying embarrassment, Piper hooked her nimble fingers under the hem of her skimpy tank top, hesitating a bit as she felt her soft fingertips graze the smooth, flawless chocolate skin of her flat stomach.

Taking a deep, shuddering breath in an effort to reign her emotions in, and ignoring her hot ears with steam coming out, Piper pulled her top off, allowing Percy to gaze unobstructed at her beautiful tits. She chewed on her lower lip, her perfect, gleaming white teeth sinking into the unbelievably soft, pink flesh of her lips as she forcibly held her arms to her sides through sheer willpower, not allowing herself to cover up her exposed, delicious chest.

"Mm, they look delicious, Pipes," Percy remarked offhandedly, using his fingers to tweak her erect, pink nipple, standing stiff and crinkled in the cool air of the air-conditioned room.

For all her tough talk, confidence and Aphrodite blood, the daughter of love was reduced to a squeaking, blushing and stuttering mess as Percy played with her tits, his strong, rough fingers pinching, twisting and tweaking her erect, sensitive pink nipples, his rough palms massaging and shamelessly molesting her boobs, his fingers sinking into her cloudy, soft chocolate flesh.

Piper whimpered again as Percy hugged her naked body tightly, making her flawless skin graze his taller body as he kissed her, sending all sorts of pleasurable tingles through her body as his knee grazed her wet thighs and dripping cunt, her stiff nipples grazing his iron-hard chest.

"Mmph~" Piper moaned into Percy's mouth as she was kissed again, his arms wrapping around her waist to hold her as close to his body as humanly possible.

Her smaller, curvy body dominated and ravaged by his lustful hunger, Piper broke away from his lips, breathless, hot and bothered as her ever-changing kaleidoscopic eyes met his dark, possessive sea green that made her quiver with lust, a fresh wave of arousal moistening her glistening thighs.

Percy smirked, a look that Piper did not like, despite her body's otherwise reaction as her pussy continued to gush her fluids lavishly.

His hands travelled to her shoulders, massaging her soft muscles gently as he pushed her to the cool marble floor, on her knees in front of him.

Piper gulped. "Wh-what d-do you want me to do, Master?"

Percy smirked, taking amusement in watching the way she squirmed under his unflinching, scrutinizing gaze, shifting uncomfortably on her knees on the floor. His hands entangled themselves in her soft, brown raven hair, undoing her small braids and sidelocks, letting the harpy feather in her hair flutter to the ground.

"You know what I want, slut." Despite his harsh words, his voice was soft and soothing, making Piper feel loved and cared for, urging her on to do it.

Her fingers hooked into the waistband of his shorts, nervous yet excited. Her warm breath shuddered, lips quivering as her warm, wet cunt leaked juices lavishly, trickling down her thighs to form a glistening puddle of feminine juices on the marble floor. In her embarrassed mortification, her mortal blood crept down her neck, colouring her cheeks red, her shoulders and breasts tinged pink, visible through her flawless, dark chocolate skin.

"Do it." Percy hissed, feeling himself strain against her torturously slow actions, as she hesitated, her fingers still on his waistband.

"Ye-yes, Master." A deep shuddering breath, and eyes squeezed shut to contain her nervousness, Piper yanked down his shorts, the loose fabric falling the rest of the way to fall to the ground with a barely audible thump.

The first thing that struck her was the smell.

No, not smell, for it signified something undesirable, like a pungent odour, which this was anything but, if Piper- or any other girl, mortal or immortal, for that matter- had any say in the matter.

She took another deep, shuddering breath that sent another fresh gush of fluids leaking from her sweltering, needy cunt, the musky scent making her feel lightheaded, almost intoxicated. This was almost like an aphrodisiac, a very potent one that sent her senses into pleasurable overload, making her body feel all hot and bothered, merely with a single fragrance.

Piper risked peeking.

Her jaw fell limp, her eyes widening as she saw the monstrous, oversized thick bitchbreaker that Percy called his cock, a beautiful masterpiece even the Primordial Eros could only ever dream of, pulsing and throbbing with life barely inches from her lips. His bulbous cockhead glistened with slight precum, mirroring the glisten of the puddle between her legs, his scent overpowering and leaving her feeling weak and vulnerable. She could only ever hope to take that cock inside her without breaking, and Piper unconsciously shot a prayer to her mother, desperate for assistance.

Her small, soft hand wrapped around the base of his veiny cock, sending Percy crazy with her torturously slow, sensual actions as she cautiously stroked the first few inches of his throbbing cock.

Piper took enjoyment in the way Percy hissed, arching his back and flexing his muscles at her actions, the embarrassment of her present situation lost upon her briefly as she looked at the Dark god's reactions. A silly, gleeful grin on her face at his undoubtedly pleasured reaction, she added a second hand, deciding to give in to her Aphrodite instincts to please her master, absentmindedly noting that her small hands were unable to completely wrap around his thick girth, larger than her fist.

She was tall- 6 feet, or 183 cm for the normal person, or at least what Percy considers normal, she didn't find anything wrong with it- but still, the annoying Dark god towered over her, leaving her feeling helpless, yet smiling, as he teased her. This difference was even more pronounced in their current position, with Piper on her knees, her kaleidoscopic eyes looking up at the tall Dark god, her position allowing her to catch every single ridge of his chiselled, muscular body in great detail.

Piper moaned, a deep, sinful and erotic sound as she felt Percy's impossibly warm hardness throb and twitch in her soft, sensitive hands as she tried to give him the best handjob she could without lube. Her hands dragged over his smooth, ridged skin, feeling every vein, every pulse of his heartbeat, her thumbs massaging his sensitive underside as she displayed the innate sexual knowledge every child of Aphrodite seemed to possess. She did not question it, merely going with the flow as she tried to stroke his cock and bring him to an orgasm, her love genes telling her exactly what to do.

Her mouth was as wet as her pussy, and she could feel herself practically salivating, as all her neurons were devolved into a carnal state that just wanted to pleasure Percy and worship his thick, hard, smelly cock, the fragrance of which was probably the best aphrodisiac one could ask for.

"You look so much better in person, Percy~" She moaned breathily, feeling herself get wetter and wetter with every word, every sensuous stroke, and every throb of the tantalizing cockmeat barely inches from her lips.

Percy gritted his teeth as he tried to reign in control, her torturous actions not helping him one bit as he sought to get as much pleasure as he could from the slut's soft hands. "Wh-what do you mean?"

Piper had the decency to blush, despite her compromising position. "I watched you fucking Annabeth against every single fucking surface at Camp. It was sooo hot, I think I orgasmed a few times without even touching myself, just watching. The lakeshore at night is not the best place to have outdoor sex, you know. Neither is the dining hall."

She felt like she was jerking off a horse instead of a man, as her impossibly small hands continued to stroke him, trying to pleasure all of his thirteen inches.

Taking a deep breath that had the (un?)fortunate effect of sending a fresh wave of his tantalizing, intoxicating scent into her nostrils, Piper leaned up, allowing his warm cock to nestle between her massive, E cup tits -Percy thought they were D, how cute- as she pressed her lips to his abdomen.

She moaned sultrily, her soft, swollen lips brushing his skin as she felt his warm, diamond-hard meat throb and pulse in her tight, warm cleavage, her massive tits naturally firm enough to make him feel like she was wearing a bra, as her soft, cloudy chocolate tits hugged his cock, without any effort from her part. Piper's soft hands continued their ministrations on his throbbing, sensitive cock, stroking his cock and pressing him tighter into her delicious cleavage, to the point that she felt like she was hugging his oversized horsecock.

"You're so big~ and thick, I feel.... sooo good, fuck me, Master." She slurred, high on lust, as she continued to pleasure him, making Percy grit his teeth. "Your big cock feels so good in my fat tits, you want to fuck them, Master. Please, use my tits to get yourself off, Master."

He knew what she was doing.

Piper leaned up to pepper his toned, sculpted abs with soft, gentle kisses, allowing her lips to graze along his smooth skin, taking time to individually peck his scars. A gentle trail of saliva was left glistening on his lower abdomen, making Percy hiss at the feeling of the cool air stung his skin, as compared to the comfortable, pleasurable warmth surrounding his cock.

Her stiff, yet soft pink nipples grazed his veiny, ridged meat, making both of them groan in pleasure.

For the first time, Piper looked down at Percy's cock sandwiched between her sinful, massive tits. She felt another gush of arousal as she realised that even her E cup tits could not contain Percy's oversized monster cock, leaving several inches of prime meat from sinking into her soft, chocolate flesh.

Percy panted heavily, struggling to swallow the excess saliva in his mouth as he tried to keep up with Piper's actions. Was this how fucking one of Aphrodite blood felt like?

He did not know why, he just felt more sensitive to everything he did, as if she were a machine hard wired to pleasure him, and him alone.

His fingers threaded through her soft, brown choppy hair, making the daughter of love look up with those maddening, kaleidoscopic eyes of hers, that never settled for any single colour as she worshipfully kissed his rock solid abs.

"Suck my cock, slut."

He took pleasure in seeing her eyes widen dramatically as she sputtered, "B-But, it won't go in!"

"It'll go in alright, whore. If you don't lube it up, I'll be fucking your ass without lube."

"Please, Master!" Her desperate begging for him to spare her, made his cock twitch.

No matter how good an actor Piper thought she was, Percy could see the lust shining in her eyes, that begged him to take her by the hair and force himself down her throat, defile her little, innocent body like a beast and keep fucking her until she passed out, and then more. Her pink, delicious lips trembled, her thighs glistening with her warm, saccharine nectar that formed a lewd puddle of fluids on the marble floor.

Percy had his mind made up. Piper's look was incomplete without his cock somewhere deep inside her, and his cum all over her sinful Cherokee body.

Piper held back the urge to moan when she felt his warm, rubbery velvet head press and probe against her swollen, soft pink lips, clamping down on her self restraint to prevent herself from submitting completely to the addictive feeling.

However, that was not to last long, as Percy grabbed her hair, jerking her head back and making her involuntarily moan at the feeling of pain and pleasure, two addictive sensations at his rough hands, intermixed at his manhandling.

Taking advantage of her open mouth, Percy forced his unyielding, diamond-hard cockmeat into her tight, warm and wet cavern, ignoring her muffled protests as he slammed himself to the hilt in her throat.

He was sure that he had just bruised Piper's soft pink lips at his rough action, but he did not care much, too busy lost in euphoria to care for the struggling daughter of Aphrodite writhing beneath him in equal parts pain, and overwhelming orgasmic pleasure.

He was not faring much better, as he felt Piper's unbelievably tight throat constrict and pulse around his cock, massaging him sensuously and making him want to cum right then and there, and hose down her stomach with his load.

Piper, for her part, was delirious and near-catatonic with pleasure, sure that she had orgasmed a few times in quick succession from the feeling of having her throat violated by Percy's monster cock. Ashamed from the sensations she was feeling at the rough treatment, crippling embarrassment at her position, yet wet, needy and aroused beyond her wildest imaginations, she tilted her head back, allowing him easier access to her throat as her Aphrodite genes kicked in after a momentary lapse, stopping her from gagging and choking on his oversized cock as she deepthroated him. His thick meat, enough to make her feel like her jaw was permanently dislocated, rested on her tongue, making her taste the addictive salty tanginess of his meat, that sent her taste buds singing in pleasure.

Piper was sure that she had found her favourite taste, a thought that she would have to reconsider once Percy came.

Percy groaned again, incapable of proper incoherent speech as his mind went blank, nearly going cross-eyed with pleasure as he felt Piper deepthroat him, taking all thirteen inches of his thick cock down her throat like a pro. It was something which had taken Annabeth almost a year, and lots (and by that, he meant a LOT, like 24 hours spent practising only deepthroating him, in a week) of practice to do.

His cock made him feel like he was in paradise, her tight, wet throat massaging his diamond-hard meat, trying her desperate best to coax and milk his entire load out of his heavy balls, which rested against her chin. He was sure that he was somewhere in her stomach or chest, but did not particularly care, instead opting for concentrating on the undoubted pleasure that he felt.

And then, he started moving.

Piper felt every ridge and vein of his muscular cock move against the tight walls of her throat as he retreated, making her feel empty, a vacuum forming in her stomach that just begged to be filled to the brim again.

And then, he moved back in again, with ferocious force, making his heavy balls slap against her chin and his crotch slam against her slightly bruised pink lips, making Piper gag as his cock hit the back of her throat, filling her up again.

Saliva dribbled past her pink lips as he set up a furious, rough pace, slamming in and out of her throat as he facefucked her, trying to get himself off, using her throat as a sex toy, a pocket pussy.

And Piper thought that it was the hottest thing she ever saw, or had done.

Saliva splattered her dirty chin, dripping past to splatter her massive, heaving tits with her saliva, glistening against her dark, flawless chocolate skin. Her throat bulged obscenely with the shape of his cock every time he hilted himself inside her, visible as he moved inside her tight throat.

Her swollen, slightly bruised pink lips hurt as he slammed against her face, feeling his cock throb and twitch inside her as he tried to stave off his impending, rapidly approaching orgasm. Piper formed an airtight seal around his unyielding meat as he moved inside and out of her tight, wet and warm mouth, his endless bitchbreaker glistening with her saliva every time he left the warm, wet seal of her pink lips. Her cheeks hollowed out as she sucked, desperate to get Percy off, as if her life depended on it, her tongue slapping against the sensitive underside of his cock, doing as best as she could to pleasure him.

She lapped at his bulbous head, as large as her fist, licking his slit to taste his precum, a taste that made her mini orgasm every few seconds. She sucked hard, eagerly and greedily swallowing the endless stream of pre leaking from his cock with lewd, audible gulps that made her shiver and tremble.

Piper's fingers tweaked her stiff, sensitive nipples, pinching and tugging at her pink areolas in a futile attempt to stave off the growing pressure in her fat, heaving E-cup tits as she shamelessly groped herself.

Her hands trailed downwards, past her slim, flat stomach to ghost against her dripping wet, fat and greedy pussy lips, feeling her slick thighs quiver.

And for the first time that night, Piper fingered herself to another quick orgasm, all its predecessors having come from the sensation of sucking Percy's fat meat and his overwhelming smell that made her feel light-headed.

And then, she started humming.

"Oh, fuck!" Percy groaned, his hips bucking involuntarily as his knees weakened, almost giving out before he reigned himself back in, enjoying Piper's deepthroating as he affectionately caressed her choppy brown hair.

His hands were no longer needed as the daughter of Aphrodite started facefucking and choking herself on his cock with newfound vigour, greedily swallowing the steady stream of pre he was leaking down her throat as she bobbed, ignoring the saliva splattering her heaving tits and dirtying her stained chin, her almost blank and hazy consciousness hung over how to best pleasure her master.

Percy clenched his jaw tightly as he gripped her hair, resuming his frantic thrusts as he felt his explosive orgasm near, his muscles tensing in anticipation and his balls pulsing.

He smirked, before pulling out of her wet mouth. Blue balling himself was worth the fun that he was going to have.

His bulbous cockhead left her bruised, full pink lips with a lewd, wet pop as Piper desperately continued to suck, several glistening strands of saliva and precum connecting him to her lips. Angry tears of humiliation and embarrassment ran down her inflamed cheeks, her kaleidoscopic eyes swirling between colours, hazy with lust.

Ignoring his slutty daughter of Aphrodite as she continued to worship his cock with gentle, loving kisses, lathering his sensitive slab of muscle with her saliva as she worshipfully trailed her tongue over every ridge of his thick meat, Percy glanced down between her thighs.

Her luscious, thick thighs that were every man's wet dream, glistened with her warm fluids of arousal, forming a puddle on the marble floor.

He grinned.

"Slut, how many times have you orgasmed?"

"I don't know, Master. I lost count after six."

He felt his grin threaten to rip his face in half. "You're such a cockslut. Even the loose whore that is your mother wouldn't be able to compete with you, you cum so easily from sucking my cock."

She whimpered, feeling another spike of arousal in her core. After feeling the hot thick and hard monster cock in her throat, her fingers were just not cutting it anymore.

"Please, Master. Fuck your tight little slut's wet virgin cunt with your big horsecock. Break my slutty body on your bitchbreaker, Master, please, I will do anything for you. I will suck your cock in the middle of Camp if you tell me to, please fuck me, Master." She finished, looking at him with large, doe eyes wet and glistening with unshed tears, her kaleidoscopic eyes mesmerizing and beautiful.

She yelped, feeling Percy effortlessly flip her around.

Her blush returned full force at her position, tinting her shoulders pink as she lay flat on the floor in doggy style, her massive breasts pressed against the cool marble, making her sensitive nipples stiffen even further.

She felt Percy move between her legs, his cock, slick and glistening with her saliva rubbing against her soft thighs as he positioned himself, grabbing her soft bubble butt to draw her closer.

Piper moaned softly at the alien, yet somewhat familiar feeling as she pressed her face against the marble floor, trying to cool her heated cheeks as Percy prepared to take her virginity, his bulbous cockhead rubbing against her fat, greedy pussy lips.

"You ready, Pipes?"

"Yes, Percy." She replied, getting the feeling that he was genuinely concerned for her, "Pound me hard and fast."

She could feel his grin as he leaned down, his cock still rubbing against her thighs as he lovingly nibbled on the dark, chocolate flesh of her smooth bubble butt. His sharp teeth sank into her flesh as he sucked, his velvet tongue swirling against her skin as he left a hickey, right on her asscheek.

Piper whimpered, "Please, Master."

Her hips bucked involuntarily to get him inside her, but in vain. She reached out with her slender arm to grab his cock, slick with saliva and the warm fluids dripping from her tight cunt, giving him a few slow strokes. The blood rushed back to her face, feeling his warm cocktip rub against her arm, smearing his pre against her skin as she positioned him at her tight, wet entrance.

Percy took over from her, gently pinning her arms to her sides as he leaned over her, his abdomen pressed against her raised, eager ass as he rubbed himself against her pussy, dominating her smaller body.

His thick cock pressed and probed her fat pussy lips, gently spreading them open and letting his tip press against her wet insides as he readied himself.

"Here goes nothing." He let her arms go to grab her slim waist and draw her closer, his hips removing his cock tip from her entrance in preparation of a brutal thrust that made Piper shiver in anticipation.

And he did not disappoint.

Although, perhaps he could have done without thrusting into her ass.

Piper arched her back, screaming as she felt all thirteen inches of the best cock in the multiverse disappear inside her ass, taking her anal virginity and rearranging her internal organs as his hips pressed against her soft ass. For the first time, she understood why he was lubing himself up so thoroughly, as she held her position, lips parted in an endless scream of pain and pleasure as her eyes watered. His fat, heavy balls full of thick, warm and potent cum, pressed against her pussy lips, glistening as she continued to gush her warm nectar, covering his balls and making them slick and wet.

"Sorry, Pipes. Just couldn't resist this fine piece of ass." His smirk could almost be heard in his smug voice as he roughly groped her ass with one hand, tightly squeezing. She felt his fingers dig into her soft flesh, the excess flesh spilling out between his fingers.

She took a deep, shuddering breath to calm herself, and trying to ignore the two orgasms she had had from his single thrust.

Her bruised pink lips parted to retort, but all that came out was muffled nonsense as she felt another cock force its way down her throat, perfectly identical to Percy's in every way- smell, taste and size.

Her hazy, teary eyes widened as she gagged at the unexpected intrusion, her head throwing about to remove the offending meat from her throat as she grew frantic, and frightened in her actions.

"Chill, Pipes." Percy's soothing voice reached her ears as he stroked her back, trying to get her to calm down. "It's me. Nobody else is there."

She said something, looking cross-eyed at the meat disappearing between her lips. All that came out was muffled gibberish, but Percy was not complaining, as it sent pleasurable vibrations down the cock he had fashioned out of shadows, feeling everything it felt.

"It's made out of shadows, from my domain of darkness. I can control shadows, and make dildos out of them. Handy, isn't it?" He grinned, bucking his hips and making his cock go even deeper into her ass.

Deciding that this position was somewhat uncomfortable, he stood up, raising Piper with only his cock inside her as support.

The daughter of Aphrodite blushed furiously, feeling herself getting raised effortlessly. The two thick thirteen-inch monster cocks inside her threatened to split her in half, as they almost met inside her, one in her stomach, the other close, lodged deep in her intestines. Her Aphrodite genetics worked overtime, allowing her organs to distend and rearrange themselves around the two unyielding cocks deep inside her.

Her blush crept down her neck as she realised her position. Her arms and feet dangled uselessly in midair, Percy's height and the diamond-hard shadow cock in her throat the only things holding her up. Her heavy, E-cup tits jiggled and swung pendulously, making her chest hurt. Her slender arms were finally put to use as she groped her somewhat sore tits, tweaking and pinching her stiff pink nipples between her nimble fingers, groaning at Percy's torturous standstill.

Piper was still having difficulty comprehending the fact that she was getting spit-roasted like some slutty bitch in heat, and the thought sent warmth to her already heated cheeks.

And then, Percy started moving.

Piper felt another orgasm quickly approaching at the feeling, as Percy's thick, ridged and veiny meat grazed her tight walls, the lube making his cock slick and easier to thrust in and out of her. He waited till he was almost out, leaving only his bulbous head in, before slamming back in with a groan.

In any other situation, Piper would have wondered at his perfect control over shadows.

However, right then, she was lost in delirious, orgasmic pleasure as Percy moved the two cocks inside her in tandem, so that she was never completely empty, yet never completely full. As the thick meat in her ass pulled out, the shadow cock would thrust into her throat, forcing her to deepthroat it as she gagged and choked, unable to take both at once.

It did not help that Percy's scent, and his tantalizing taste, was making her feel light-headed and intoxicated, inhibiting all her skills and higher thinking processes as he continued to thrust, claiming her harshly every time he bottomed out deep inside her, making her feel like someone was shoving their entire arm up her ass.

Her belly showed his cock as an obscene bulge, as her normally flat, slim stomach bulged outwards, showing every ridge and vein of his cock as he bottomed out in her stomach.

Her slick, velvety walls continued to greedily hug and suck his cock in as well as her throat, making him groan in pleasure as he roughly violated the daughter of Aphrodite, his heavy balls slapping her cunt, and making her feel as if her pussy was getting slapped. His hips thundering against her soft bubble butt made her cloudy flesh jiggle and bounce, slowly turning red with every violent thrust.

The shadow cock/dildo in her throat was giving her no reprieve, as it continued to slam against her bruised lips, making her feel lightheaded as her throat was used as a sex toy by the Dark god. Her throat bulged obscenely, similar to her stomach, as she leaned her head backwards, trying to accommodate the two horsecocks moulding her body comfortably.

Her thighs trembled, her toes curled, and she came again and again, squirting helplessly all over Percy's balls and the marble floor.

Her heaving tits swung like a pendulum as her body was manhandled as if she was a rag doll, but Piper could not care less in her almost perpetual orgasmic state. Her tits were sore, her throat was sore, her ass was sore, but it was a good feeling that made her scream and quiver in pleasure.

Percy continued to thrust violently, making her pussy spasm as her ass was abused, his hands groping and squeezing her soft flesh without shame.

She sucked weakly, obediently at the cock in her throat, hollowing her cheeks as she lapped helplessly at the sensitive underside of his cock. She should have wondered how shadows could produce fluids that tasted exactly like Percy's addictive taste, but even as she gulped and swallowed the steady stream of precum with lewd sounds, her lust clogged mind did not register anything wrong.

"Huh?!" Percy's surprised tone did not register in her foggy mind, and her lustful, orgasmic expression did not change even as he flipped her over, carrying her to the bed and laying her on her back. Piper sank into the soft sheets, the bed groaning as she was double-teamed.

But Percy had other problems.

Not stopping his frantic thrusting, he rubbed his thumb over Piper's erect pink nipple, getting his finger wet.

With fucking milk.

The fucking slut was lactating.

He glanced back, at the small pool of milk intermixed with orgasmic fluids that puddle on the floor, glistening in the light. Apparently, she had begun lactating some time ago, but he had not registered it.

He watched her massive tits bounce and jiggle enticingly, her pink nipples still squirting milk that trickled past her swinging chocolate tits to dampen the bedsheets.

He did not question it, even as he felt his cock twitch and throb in arousal, sheathed deep inside her ass. Love genes did a lot to the human body, of course in a sexual nature, and even though Piper was not the typical Aphrodite girl, she was not bereft of the added features that came with the title.

His rough, calloused palm lay flat on her smooth, flat stomach, feeling himself move deep inside her as he leaned down.

Piper arched her back, moaning against the cock in her throat as Percy's lips latched around her nipples.

Percy felt himself throb at the taste of her milk. He had found his favourite drink, and he wanted it everywhere- in his cereal bowl, beside his cookies, in his cake, everywhere. And he wanted it directly from the tap.

If he had to chain Piper up and make her his personal cow, he would do it.

He mouthgasmed at the taste of her milk, an unbelievably sweet fluid that put nectar to shame, a warm, sugary mixture of milk and honey and chocolate and every single sweet thing that Percy could think of. Piper's sweet titty milk was fucking better than lugduname or thaumatin! It fucking put SCP-294 to shame!

And so, obviously, Percy went berserk on her tits, sucking and licking and nibbling her sensitive areolas with all the enthusiasm of a fully grown man-child, his cock throbbing inside her ass forgotten as he desperately drank her milk, gulping the addictive fluid down with lewd gulps.

His other hand eagerly groped and pinched her other nipple, trying to get as much milk as possible from her massive jugs, ignoring the fact that she was squirting warm fluids from everywhere, her cunt and her tits.

Taking a firm hold of her nipple between his teeth, he looked down at himself, dragging her sensitive flesh with his teeth, reluctant to ever let her pink flesh out of his mouth.

His entire upper body was drenched in her warm milk, mixing with his sweat to form pearly beads on his chiselled chest and abs, golden skin glistening.

His lips continued to suck absentmindedly at her nipple as he glanced at her body, which was similarly drenched as his, his hand which still had a steady stream of milk squirting from her nipples.

Feeling the cock in her throat about to cum, Percy reluctantly parted from her tits, focusing instead on her ass as he grabbed her waist, slamming even harder and faster into her.

Her tits continued to bounce and jiggle deliciously, spraying milk all over the place as she was roughly fucked by the two bitchbreakers lodged deep in her throat and ass.

Finally feeling the cock in her throat tip over the edge, Percy manipulated the shadows to draw it out, spraying Piper's entire body with his thick cum.

Percy closed his eyes as he gritted his teeth, losing himself in the feeling of his other cock orgasming as his meat remained lodged inside Piper's ass.

He glanced down at his slut's body when he felt his orgasm subside, allowing the shadows to dissolve into nothingness as he resumed his blistering pace, planting his hands on either side of her curvy body.

His cock throbbed as he continued his aggressive, frantic thrusting.

His sea-green eyes roved over her cum covered body, her chocolate skin buried under a thick layer of his hot cum. Her kaleidoscopic eyes rolled into the back of her head, tears streaking her cheeks, white from the facial she had received. Her choppy brown hair was sticky with his cum, sticking to her face with sweat. Her bruised pink lips were parted as she panted, her hot, pink tongue lolling out of her mouth like a bitch in heat, allowing him a glimpse of her cum filled mouth.

His eyes wandered downwards, past her slim neck to her massive, chocolate breasts covered with multiple layers of thick cum that made Piper moan wantonly. The thick white was streaked by a few streams of milk that continued to squirt from her pink nipples, splattering her fat, heaving tits, flowing along her flat, toned stomach to pool around her tight cunt.

Getting some semblance of thought back, Piper continued to play with her slick, cum covered tits, resorting to dirty talk to get Percy to dump his load inside her.

"Fuck me, Percy!"

"Fill my slutty ass, I can take all of it!"

"Use me as your sex toy, Percy!"

"Pump me so full of cum, my tits will be squirting cum for days to come, Percy!"

"Do you want to drink my slutty titty milk, Percy?"

"I want to eat your cum, Percy, so save me the trouble and dump your load right in my stomach!"

Percy groaned, hilting himself inside Piper's ass as he felt his orgasm finally approach, turned on by Piper's dirty talk as the damn dam exploded.

His cock pumped her full of cum, the first load firing several ropes of thick, hot cum inside her, his balls pulsing to empty themselves in the daughter of Aphrodite's body. She helped him along, her walls tightening, trying to milk him for all his cum and never letting go, as her toes curled, her back arching as she screamed, caught in the throes of the most powerful orgasm she had ever had.

Piper would say later that Percy's orgasm felt like she was having her stomach hosed down by a garden hose spraying her favourite drink.

Unable to take it anymore, and with her love genes working overtime to keep her awake, Piper passed out, still with Percy's cock pumping endless gallons of thick, fertile semen inside her.

The Dark god sighed, pulling out his cock, slick with fluids, and allowing a waterfall of thick jizz to erupt from her abused, gaping asshole. He winced- her red ass would undoubtedly hurt the next day, but he could not care less, as he brought himself to her lips.

Finally noticing that the daughter of Aphrodite was passed out, Percy sighed again, before prying her lips open and wiping his dirty cock on her bruised pink lips and wet tongue, ignoring the fact that he had been balls deep in her ass just seconds ago.

As Piper unconsciously started kissing and worshipping his dirty, still erect and throbbing cock in her sleep, saving Percy a load of trouble, Percy allowed himself to glance at her horribly bloated stomach.

Her normally slim, flat chocolate stomach was bloated beyond all recognition, making her look nine months pregnant with triplets, with her dark skin painted white with thick semen. He gently probed her sticky skin with his finger, feeling his thick cum sloshing around inside, her tight asshole not allowing it to escape anytime soon.

Shrugging, he returned his attention to the sleeping Piper who was sucking, licking and kissing all the last remnants of cum clean off his thick monster cock, Percy sighed again, this time in muted pleasure.

His fingers returned to her nipples, ignoring the thick cum painting her pink areolas white as he pinched her sensitive nipples, enjoying the sudden stream of warm, delicious milk that squirted out of her stiff nipples. He would have again returned to feasting and eagerly drinking her titty milk, but he did not particularly fancy his cum that covered her upper body.

His fingers curled around her stiff nub of sensitive flesh, a cruel smirk on his face as he twisted, making Piper cry out as she woke up again, dragged by her nipples to sit up on the soft bed.

"Ready for round two?" Percy asked rhetorically, not waiting for an answer as he mounted her again, ignoring her protests.

Unknown to them, the door was slightly ajar, just enough for the camera lens to capture everything.

"Fuck, that was hot," Thalia whispered to herself, panting, naked in the middle of the cold hallway, not that it bothered her. The heat brought by the hand between her thighs more than made up for the cold, her other hand holding the camera.

Ignoring the orgasmic fluids trickling down her thighs, she looked over the video she had captured. It was shaky at times, and the lewd sound of skin slapping on skin and Piper's lewd words were drowned put by her pants and moans, but she was human, after all.

Thalia doubted that even a goddess could keep themselves from masturbating at the hot sight of Piper being owned by Percy.

She blushed, remembering her own night with the sexy, big-dicked, dominant stud of a Dark god.

But one thing captured her attention more than anything else, and she could not but be jealous at the attention Percy lavished on Piper's massive, E-cup tits.

Frowning cutely, the daughter of Zeus cupped her naked B-cup tits, unable to help the jealousy at her small tits as her soft palms brushed against her exposed, erect pink nipples, her pale skin glowing like ivory in the moonlight that flooded the corridor, filtering in through the massive French windows.

A smirk curled her sexy, full pink lips as she hatched a devious plan in her mind.

Time to cash in the favour Aphrodite owed her.

Chapter 50: Birthday Boy

Time: August 18

"Woah!" Percy felt overwhelmed at the suddenness of it all.

He had woken up extremely late, as usual. Dragging himself from the warm, soft and comfortable, unfortunately empty, bed that screamed at him to stay in all day, he reluctantly dragged his feet along the cool marble floor towards the bathroom, scratching his stubble.

He needed a shave, and a long, hot shower, followed by a LOT of sugar to properly wake up.

The date and time displayed by the glowing red digits of his digital clock went unnoticed, as was the norm. Percy knew he had woken up at midday, so what was the point of checking the time again?

Buck naked, he sauntered towards the posh, luxurious bathroom, with a small detour to pick up his clothing for the day and a towel.

The Dark god stood in front of the mirror, narcissistically admiring his body as he deposited his clothing in a bucket.

His toned, lean body was the wet dream of every single female in the world, whether they knew it or not- a perfect, slim swimmer build with a broad, muscle packed chest and slim waist. His ten-pack rippled as Percy flexed his abs, enjoying himself before he twisted, raising his long arms to catch a glimpse of his prominent obliques. A devilish smirk on his face at his perfection, he traced the prominent, tantalizing and mouth-watering 'v' of his hip bones, before again tracing his scars.

He self consciously touched his well-defined pecs, conscious of the effect they had on women, who inevitably found themselves in an endless staring contest with his muscular chest. His lips twitched in a smile as he touched his dog tags, which he never took off, the cool metal comforting.

His dark, sea-green eyes shining with pride, he examined his tattoos next. His dark, tanned bronze skin was hardly visible through the bright, and dark ink of the numerous tattoos adorning his body.

His eyes trailed back up, to trace his sharp jawline that the girls seemed to love, darkened by his signature stubble, briefly lingering on the few fading hickeys still visible on his neck and jaw. High cheekbones gave him a predatory look, accompanied by a few small scars on his cheeks. Dark sea-green eyes that made girls sigh in desire, and enemies tremble in fear, shined with mirth as he blew air through his lips childishly, huffing as he messed up his already messed up hair. Relatively long, raven hair darker than night herself seemed to be in a perpetual, messy bedhead, that made the girls smile and want to run their nimble fingers through his silky locks.

He sighed as he squirted some shaving cream onto his brush, in preparation for a clean shave. He felt like today would be a long day.

The sun was high up in the clear, azure sky, blue like Aphrodite's mesmerizing eyes, not a wisp of cloud in sight. Several different species of seabirds soared in the clear sky, their wings dark against the scorching heat of the glaring sun. The sands of the shore glimmered and shined like gold dust, blistering hot to bare feet. The much cooler waves lapped at the shore gently, creating a beautiful, glistening white foam. The humid winds of the island swayed the palm leaves that dotted the shore, their long, emerald leaves rustling, several small animals and birds seeking shade under them.

Percy stepped out of the shower with a heavy mist following him, met with an intimidating chirruping of small birds of all colours as he threw open the curtains, allowing the light to chase away the shadows that darkened his room. Squinting his eyes at the light, trying to control the mild headache he got from the sudden brightness, he couldn't help but curse Asteria.

Stifling a yawn, Percy walked to the door, throwing open the door as he continued to walk on autopilot, his eyes closed as he tried to fight away the last dregs of sleep making his eyelids heavy.

"Owowowowowowowowow!"

And just like that, every wink of sleep was gone as he winced, leaning down involuntarily as his ear was painfully twisted. "I'm sorry-sorry-sorry-sorry-sor-"

"You should be, young man! Is this a time to wake up?!"

"I'm sorry, mom! Let me go, I promise I will not sleep anymore. I will not even eat the blue cookies you kept for later- Wait, what?"

Dark, sea-green eyes fluttered wide open with hope and wonder, meeting kind grey that seemed to always smile at him, and Percy felt his heart leap. "Mom!"

Freeing himself from her punishing fingers, he grabbed Sally in a bear hug, twirling her around as he laughed heartily. "Mom!"

Sally laughed at her son, her feet lifted clean off the floor as Percy hugged her tightly, his six foot five frame towering over her shorter height. "Mom, mom, mom, mom, mom, mom, mom-"

"Percy." Sally tried to sound strict but failed miserably as she gave in to her laughter at his childish antics.

He finally let her down, still hugging her as he nuzzled her cheek like an overly affectionate dog.

Sally laughed again, bringing him into a hug of her own as she lovingly kissed his forehead. "You've grown so much, my son. I still remember your fourth birthday, when you were running around naked at the cabin at Montauk beach, and now, look at you! So grown up-"

Percy's cheeks burned red, "Mom! I'm an Olympian now, this is so embarrassing!"

Thalia and Phoebe popped out of nowhere, laughing their cute asses off as they slugged their arms around Percy's shoulders, dragging him down to their height. "Oooh, you were so cute~"

He glared at the two as he shrugged them off, hissing, "Not a word."

He turned to his beloved angel mother, "Why are you here, Mom? I-I mean it's not like I don't want you here, but, you know, it's all of a sudden, and-"

Sally smiled at her son, smiling kindly at his selfless forgetfulness. "You forgot something again."

Percy squinted in response, striking a thinking pose as he pressed his fingers to his forehead, trying to recall what he was forgetting as he muttered under his breath.

The two Hunters smacked his head together, "Today is August 18th, Percy."

He frowned. "August 18th, August 18th... what day is today again?"

He pondered for a few moments more, making the others wonder whether he was being genuine with them, before it finally dawned upon the dense God. "Fuck today's my-"

"Language, young man." Sally reprimanded, though she had a small smile on her face at the wide, goofy grin that blossomed on her son's face. "Happy birthday, dear."

"Happy birthday, Percy!" Thalia and Phoebe chorused, standing on their tiptoes to kiss his cheeks, ignoring his inflamed cheeks or the fact that his mother was just standing there.

Percy narrowed his eyes at Sally this time. "Not a word." He hissed, making her finally yield to her laughter.

"My son is so grown up, with so many girls-"

"Come on, Percy, the others are waiting downstairs." Phoebe decided to take pity on the blushing Dark god, while Thalia pouted childishly, her morning quota of 'tease-Percy-to-death' ruined. Never mind the fact how easily she blushed around him.

"Others? Who else is here?" Percy's voice betrayed his excitement as he barely restrained himself from jumping up and down at the prospect of a birthday party....

And more importantly, GIFTS.

And CAKE.

And CHOCOLATE.

And MORE GIFTS.

"Woo-hoo!" He shouted, unable to contain his excitement as he ran down the stairs, back to his childish self, before losing his patience midway and jumping onto the railing as he expertly slid down.

"I'm here!" He announced, barging into the living room and striking a classic 'Si' pose, ignoring the fact that they were having a conversation when he entered.

"Percy!" Almost everybody chorused together, jumping to their feet. "Happy birthday!"

"Yes, yes, thank you, thank you, I know I'm great." He laughed, enthusiastically hugging a laughing Hestia.

He kissed her cheek, making Hestia laugh again as she reciprocated.... by kissing him full on the lips, in front of everybody.

"Mmph!" Percy made a surprised sound, but did not pull away as she continued to press her impossibly soft lips to his in a chaste kiss, ignoring the wolf whistles and jealous glares thrown at her.

She was the one to break the kiss, slightly breathless and golden-cheeked, her warm brown eyes swimming with emotion as she gazed deeply into his dark, sea green. "Happy birthday, my hero."

She kissed him again, this time a small peck on his lips.

After going through the same motions with the rest of his harem- including the four Dark goddesses, since all the guests that had been invited were trusted. Surprisingly, the only two who did not take the time to kiss him when they wished him happy birthday were Athena -nothing new there- and Artemis, who, Percy guessed, was trying to maintain her cold, 'man-hating' facade.

And the Little Big Three. Of course, they couldn't kiss him in front of everybody.

They sulked, the only hope they had was of future victory.

Then, Percy moved on to greet the guests.

"Paul!" He cheered, making the English teacher laugh awkwardly as he clasped his stepson, who was really his son in all but blood. "Happy birthday, Percy. I still can't believe my son is an Olympian!"

"Percy, my boy!" Poseidon's boisterous, booming voice greeted him next. "Happy birthday! I have brought you several gifts from the seas, my pride! Come, give your old man another hug!"

"Hey, Percy." Nico greeted him shyly, blushing as the Dark god hugged him tightly. He could see what Thalia meant earlier- Percy's scent was intoxicating, and his firm, toned muscles made the son of Hades want to blush madly and melt in his arms. He did not want to leave this place.

His blush was kicked up a notch when Will joined in the hug, sandwiching the short son of Hades between the muscular chests of his boyfriend and his crush.

If Nico died then, he was sure that he would go to the Isles of Blest by default.

The worst part was, like all good things, Nico's heaven had to come to an end as the three separated. Will offered Percy a confident smile, weakened by the furious red blush on his cheeks.

Apparently, Asteria knew something about her son that he didn't, as she tried to hold in giggles.

Percy moved on, but not before making a mental note to tease Nico and Will incessantly to get it out of them.

"Hades." He greeted the god of the Underworld solemnly, acknowledged with a nod from the fellow Dark god. "Perseus. Happy birthday, I suppose."

Despite his secret pride in his nephew, Hades had a reputation to maintain, of course.

Percy surveyed the room after a brief handshake with Hades, coming across obvious gaps where people should be.

He frowned, "Where are Grover and Juniper?"

Thalia smiled at him, jabbing her thumb towards the back of the house. "They are in the forest and garden, enjoying 'untouched nature'. Grover said you wouldn't wake up for another few hours, so they went out back to pass time checking out trees. Speaking of which, he owes me a couple drachmae now."

She smiled smugly, but Percy's frown did not clear. "And Frank and Hazel? I thought they would be here."

"Frank and Hazel are a bit busy with Camp Jupiter, Percy. They said they would Iris Message you later." Reyna offered him a small smile.

"And Hermes said that he would swing by later with pizza!" Asteria added.

Another man, no, boy, this time a short Latino elf in a well-tailored, expensive-looking shirt and shorts smoothly slid in before Percy. "And presenting, the developer of Isle and Ark, yes, ladies and gentlemen, the one, the only-"

He was cut off.

"Leo, ma bitch!"

"Percy, ma horn dog! You landed yourself a harem of beauties! Damn, what wouldn't I give to be in your-" He choked on his saliva at the intimidating glares thrown his way, almost vaporizing on the spot with the sheer hatred thrown his way, even from his friend Beauty Queen, and the normally peaceful Hestia, Calypso and Aphrodite.

"Yeah, yeah, on second thoughts, no, you keep your girls, I'm good. That's because, I've something better!" And dramatically, Leo produced a massive, long black box from nowhere.

"Leo, we said we will open presents later," Piper explained slowly, as if explaining to a child, which for all intents and purposes, Leo was.

"Yes, but this seems important!"

Of course, Leo wasn't the only man child in the room.

Everyone rolled their eyes at Percy's excitement as he bounced on the balls of his feet, his fingers twitching giddily.

"Come on, Percy, we'll do it properly, alright?"

"Alright, alright." Percy agreed, moving into position as Leo dramatically opened the box, complete with glowing lights. (Imagine the Phil Swift glowing box meme, XD)

 

The Dark god collapsed to his knees, staring open-mouthed at the gift Leo had got him, unable to believe his luck.

"Oh, whoopee, Jackson's got a shotgun," Thalia said in the most unenthusiastic voice ever, making the other girls giggle at her bland tone, or groan at the revelation.

He looked at her with wide eyes. "Such blasphemy! This is not just any shotgun! This is Doomguy's super shotgun!"

"And what makes you say that?"

He offered her a bland look. "I find it hard to miss the Doom soundtrack playing right now."

Leo cackled maniacally, before whipping out a belt, again out of nowhere. "This belt is charmed to never run out of shotgun shells, and the gun itself has speakers to play the Doom soundtrack whenever you want. I know I am a genius!"

Percy sprang to his feet, grabbing his new super shotgun and the belt of shells. "Leo, where were you in Tartarus?! I could have had an authentic Doom experience, complete with innumerable monsters, weapons, gore and heavy metal!"

"Percy!" And he ducked to avoid the things thrown his way.

It was a few hours later that he finally managed to slip through and escape to the kitchen to get himself some sugar.

Finally.

Percy still had a small smile on his face at the laughter the floated through the long corridors, followed by Grover's loud words. "And then, Percy says, 'I'll smack that bitch so hard that even Nancy would blush!'"

Ignoring the red tinge on his cheeks at the memory of the embarrassing incident, Percy concentrated on the milk heating on the stove and adding generous amounts of sweet chocolate, humming Sabaton's latest song, 'Steel Commanders' to himself as he worked.

"Percy." A soft voice jolted him out of his pleasant monotony, making him turn back with a smile on his face.

And before he had an opportunity to see or say anything, he felt himself being hugged from both sides, and an impossibly soft, delicious pair of lips on his.

Soft lips, surprisingly unfamiliar, pressed against his in quite a good kiss, stunning him at the raw passion they conveyed. He couldn't help but close his eyes, kissing back with equal ferocity, hugging the unknown girl's smaller body to his taller frame as they moved in sync, like experienced lovers as they kissed each other.

He felt the other person nuzzle their face between his shoulder blades.

Gasping, he broke the kiss, slightly breathless, unable to contain his curiosity and wanting to know the girl who had just delivered him the mind-blowing kiss.

He felt his eyes almost ready to pop out of their sockets.

"A-Athena?!" He whispered incredulously, making the shy, golden-cheeked goddess wave at him with a nervous smile.

"Hey, Percy. Happy birthday! I wanted to apologize to you tod-"

He could not concentrate on her words anymore as he was kissed again by the person who was nuzzling her face between his shoulders blades.

"I told you, she did not mean what she said, Percy." Artemis chided softly, as she broke her kiss, trying to smother the blush threatening to erupt on her cheeks.

"Yeah." Percy had trouble comprehending what had just transpired. "You did."

"Athena was going through a lot at that time. You understand, don't you?" The moon goddess pulled her lover into an intimate embrace, burying her face in his chest.

"Yeah, yeah. I guessed." Percy muttered, his eyes glazing over briefly. "I'm sorry, Athena. Consider yourself partially forgiven."

He stretched his arm towards her, inviting the wisdom goddess into their hug.

"I should be the one apologizing." She sniffled. "I'm sorry, Percy."

He just waved his hand impatiently at her, making the blonde laugh as she joined in the hug, joining Artemis as the two sisters snuggled their faces in Percy's broad chest, shuddering as they breathed in his intoxicating scent.

The trio spent a few moments in a comfortable silence, before Percy broke it, immediately regretting his stupidity. "Were- were you bullied, Athena?"

Her silence gave Percy all that he needed to know, making him frown as he squeezed her tightly as the room descended back into silence, this time awkward.

"Why am I partially forgiven, Percy?" Athena muttered, smiling as hid her hot face, pressing her inflamed, golden cheeks against Percy's muscular chest. Artemis smiled at her sister's attempt to change the topic.

"Because you are still getting a good spanking, that's why." He snickered, followed by Artemis, and making Athena's face drown in gold.

Percy interrupted Artemis' laughter. "What are you laughing for? I remember the spanking that you received."

It was the moon goddess' turn to blush brightly, and Athena to glare at her in jealousy when she realised that Artemus had already slept with Percy. Trying to one-up her no longer virgin sister, Athena presented Percy with an innocent look. Her stormy grey eyes swirling with emotion as she stared up at him, gazing into his endless pools of dark sea green, Athena felt her cheeks heat up again as she jutted out her lower lip innocently.

"Percy...." Her grey eyes flicked downwards to his lips, ichor rushing to her face as she found herself missing his taste. "I just had my first kiss. I want to practice more. You know I'm a perfectionist."

Percy smirked at her blushing face. "You little vixen."

And he swooped back in to claim Athena's lips as his.

"Hey!" Artemis looked at the two making out, a hint of annoyance leaking into her tone, the moon goddess unable to help feeling left out. A glare etched on her beautiful, divine face, she rubbed her thighs together- the sight before them was so hot.

So, Artemis joined in on the fun.

Her soft, full pink lips latched onto Percy's sharp, chiselled jawbone as she sucked and kissed his smooth skin, determined to leave a hickey visible to everybody and make him regret leaving her out. Her tongue swirled against his skin as she sucked, her teeth grazing his skin and making him groan into Athena's mouth.

The wisdom goddess moaned in return, overwhelmed by all the sensations assaulting her body and overloading her senses, alien to the feeling of not being in control of her body. Not a feeling she could live without, she decided, addicted to the sensation of Percy's hungry, ravishing lips on hers as he forced her head back, kissing her with fierce passion, his superior body utterly dominating her shorter frame.

Percy broke the hug, one arm still holding Athena tightly to his chest, enjoying the feeling of her unbelievably soft yet firm, massive D-cup tits pressed to his muscular chest, despite the layers of fabric separating them. Using his other arm, he cupped Artemis' cute ass, effortlessly lifting her with nothing but his hand on her ass. The moon goddess reciprocated, wrapping her long, sexy, slender legs around his waist and displaying her natural flexibility as she did so without breaking her passionate liplock with his sexy jaw, save for moaning wantonly into his warm skin.

Percy carried his two goddesses to the counter, setting them up as he broke the kiss with Athena to meet Artemis'  delicious lips, leaving the flustered, hot and bothered wisdom goddess to leave a hickey on the other side of his jaw, while she tried to discreetly rub herself through her shorts.

Percy noticed, smiling into Artemis' lips as he squeezed her clothed breast tightly, his other hand snaking around Athena's waist to hold her close to his body, his fingers digging into her deliciously soft tits.

His two, beautiful goddesses continued to rub and grind themselves brazenly against his muscular, chiselled torso.

This was the sight that Sally Jackson walked in on, the proud mother smiling softly at the sight of her grown-up son with two goddesses. Ignoring the pang of hurt that welled in her heart, she had to contend with the fact that the little tiny Percy swathed in blue diapers, who was learning to walk just yesterday, was all grown up now.

She wiped a tear from her eye.

Her only regret was that he was forced to grow up too soon, to grow through loss too soon. Gabe.... she blinked the tears away, feeling herself growing sad at the thought of what her son went through. She knew he hid many things from her, and she knew Gabe had taken his childish innocence from him, forever.

If there was anyone who deserved to enjoy their life, Sally would confidently say it was her son.

Not wanting to disturb the three, who had yet to notice her appearance despite the fact that she was standing just a metre away, she turned off the forgotten stove, not wanting the milk to burn.

She rolled up her sleeves in a determined manner.

She had a blue cake to bake.

Chapter 51: Water Works: Part 1

Time: A Few Days Later

"Percy."

He was in bliss, sunbathing beside the pool. He could see why Aphrodite enjoyed this so much.

The sun gently kissed his tanned, bronze skin, slick with sunscreen that he had been forced to wear, gentle and loving as if Asteria herself was caressing his naked skin, running her nimble fingers through his raven hair. The boisterous humdrum of the real world, which could grow old at times, seemed to fade away as he closed his eyes, relishing in the feeling of the shadowy hands of sleep clawing at his consciousness, trying to steal him away from the world. A gentle smell of flowers and fresh food wafted through the air, teasing his nose and tempting him to open his eyes, but Percy resisted. The urge to go off to sleep was too great to resist.

"Percy." The voice repeated with greater urgency.

The day was peaceful, as were most days on the warm, tropical island of Ogygia, in the middle of nowhere, where the heat bred laziness and content in the beautiful, powerful (my autocorrect corrected powerful to powerwolf, lmao) immortals inhabiting the untouched piece of virgin nature. The sun was up and shining in the cloudless sky, as blue as Aphrodite's eyes, its shine reflected in the golden sands of the beach, like Athena's sun-kissed golden skin. The endless forest, as mysterious and beautiful as its goddess, Artemis, the emerald leaves of the tree swaying and rustling in the gentle breeze, like Thalia's beautiful hair in a breeze. Seabirds cried out as they soared overhead, as colourful as Piper's ever-changing kaleidoscopic eyes or Rachel's paintings, and as dangerous to the endless fish in the sea as Reyna's wrath.

"Percy." The annoying voice repeated.

And in the midst of it all lay their home, as beautiful and dainty as Calypso in her dresses, and as warm and comforting as Hestia's hugs.

Percy was lying in a patch of soft grass in the yard lining the swimming pool, sunbathing. His head rested on a soft cushion he had brought from the living room against the girls' advice, his head sinking into the soft comfort of the cushion, nestled against the base of a tall palm, its long leaves providing him shade and fanning him slightly as they rustled in the perpetual breeze of the island.

"Jackson."

The girls had decided that today would be a great day to spend at the pool, and though Percy had no objection against it, he could have done without being woken up at six in the morning for stupid shit. Even his much higher than normal dose of sugar, enough to make a sloth run miles, wasn't able to wake him up completely, making him crave the comfort of his bed to catch up on lost sleep.

He had tried to sleep at the bottom of the pool, but Rose and Violet were constantly badgering him there, so he had opted for the next best thing. And apparently, he could not be left in peace to sleep.

"Jackson!"

"Sheesh, woman, I'm up, I'm up! I regret ever going to sleep, I'm sorry!"

He sat up straight, kicking his legs in a childish tantrum as he looked around for his tormentor.

"What do you want, Aphrodite?" He looked at her, annoyed, trying to conceal the blush creeping up on his cheeks as he tried not to ogle her practically naked form.

She was lying sprawled across a deck chair just beside where he lay on the soft, cool ground, an umbrella protecting her body from the sunlight.

She smirked at him, looking over her sunglasses at him with her azure eyes twinkling with mischief. "See something you like, Perseus?"

She accentuated her words by squeezing her slender arms together, making her sinful chest pop out even more.

Percy glowered at her, even as he battled his natural instinct to look at her chest. "You know I don't." He felt a devilish smirk curl on his lips as he looked back at the swimming pool. "Or perhaps I do, after all. Artemis' ass looks irresistible."

Almost as if feeling his gaze on her silver bikini-clad body, Artemis turned to Percy with a bright blush on her face, fanned by his teasing wink which made the moon goddess yelp as she turned back to her game in embarrassment.

He could feel Aphrodite pout beside him. "You know I was not referring to that."

"Oh yeah? Then what were you referring to, exactly, Aphrodite? You might need to show me... after all, you do know how dense I am, no?"

Percy was pleasantly surprised to see the love goddess blush adorably before she turned back to the girls frolicking about in and around the pool.

He took advantage of Aphrodite's distracted mind to yield to his body's natural instinct to visually explore her pleasing body.

Aphrodite was.... well, she was Aphrodite. She was always perfect, no matter who saw her.

Not Percy though, he had seen her during her worst, and, like the other girls, he loved her flaws as much as he loved her virtues. And she was all his, and only his, for eternity.

Her physical appearance was something, which, according to her, he was the only one to ever see. Apparently, she appeared as whatever people wanted her to be. Men wanted her to be their perfect, ideal female, so she always appeared different to them. Society wanted her to be a slut, so she was a slut.

He wanted her to be herself, so she was herself on the island, away from everybody and their thoughts, finally back in her original identity after so long, with flaws and moments of emotional need.

Percy had been staying with his harem for almost two years now, and so, it was obvious that he would know them and their needs in and out. Long nights of just holding the love goddess in his arms as she let herself loose, all her fears, frustrations and feelings of resentment and regret convinced him of the fact. She was, in a way, just like his other, beautiful goddesses.

Athena, bullied. Artemis, ostracized. Hestia, forgotten. And Aphrodite, idealized. Forced to be someone she wasn't.

People tended to forget that part.

To him, Aphrodite had shiny blonde hair, that fell in a gentle cascade of soft hair not unlike Athena's own, her bright golden shade quite close to the wisdom goddess' own. She had pale, flawless creamy skin that made Percy want to run his lips all over her body, taste every inch of her. Her beautiful azure eyes better than the sky could ever be, was regretfully hidden behind a pair of dark Raybans. Percy did not even see why she needed it, seeing the wide-brimmed, luxurious white velvet hat she was wearing that shaded her face. Her full pink lips, the most kissable pair of lips Percy had ever seen, just begged to be devoured and ravished.

She was so annoyingly perfect, her make up perfect, not even a single strand of hair out of place- it made Percy want to mess her up, see as she panted in wanton lust, ached to touch him but in vain, and lost composure, all thanks to him.

The thought of not letting her touch him was surely a difficult one, Percy admitted, as he watched her slender arms, her creamy smooth, soft armpits and inner arms as she stretched, revealing her slender, perfect hourglass figure with a slim waist, wide childbearing hips and tits that Percy wanted to die suffocating in. Her slender arms returned from her stretch to cross below her breasts, with the added effect of accentuating them even further, not that they needed anything to draw a man's attention to her chest.

Oh gods, her tits.

Her massive tits, slightly larger than Piper's already impressive call, made her look as if she had breast implants. There was no way in Tartarus that someone's tits could be so large, so perfect, look so soft, delicious and inviting with absolutely no sag, hugging her chest firmly. But, Percy knew, those two mouth-watering bags were anything but artificial. Swallowing the saliva that had involuntarily collected in his mouth as he eyed her erect, undoubtedly delicious nipples poking through the thin fabric of her revealing bikini, he found himself wondering if she could give him the tasty titty milk that Piper had.

Oh, who was he kidding, of course, she could.

Percy followed the thin strips of silk that connected the skimpy top of her sea-green bikini to the bottom half. Her bikini left little to the imagination, with her bra barely doing anything to cover her nipples and leaving most of her cleavage and the underside of her boobs exposed, with a few strips of fabric connecting to her more conservative bottom half, which was tied with thin ribbons of sea-green silk, and showing everything that the average bikini bottom showed.

On Aphrodite, it was enough to make everyone salivate in hunger for a piece of her delectable ass.

Her perfectly round bubble butt, rivalled perhaps only by Artemis' toned ass, jiggled and bounced deliciously with every step she took, her natural seductive sway effortlessly and unconsciously making her hips sway. Her pale, creamy asscheeks hidden partly by her bikini bottom, making Percy all the more curious to explore her ass, his eyes immediately drawn to the way the silk dug into the soft, supple flesh of her ass.

Percy made a mental note to swap his pillow for her ass. He wouldn't mind snuggling his face against her creamy behind every night.

It was accompanied by equally sought after, sinful, supple thighs that looked incomplete without his cock between her thighs, his thick white seed painting her already pale skin white.

Fuck, he thought, shifting uncomfortably as he felt Junior stir in his swimming shorts. He wanted to feel every inch of Aphrodite's sinful, erotic body against his face, against his lips, against his cock.

Wait... was she wearing the sea-green bikini just for him?

And did he mention the fact that she had also applied sunscreen? Her sexy body glistening with sunscreen that looked more like lotion, made her look even more sinful and erotic.

His sea-green eyes, a few shades darker than the silk hiding her skin from them, flicked back up to her face, faintly taking note of the faint blush dusting her flawless cheeks. His eyes met mesmerizing azure, and it took some time for Percy to register the fact that Aphrodite had noticed his blatant staring.

He offered her an awkward grin.

"Pervert." The love goddess muttered, the blush not lessening as she looked away.

"So, why did you wake me?" Percy asked, trying to change the subject.

"No reason. I didn't want you sleeping through the entire day.... again."

Percy huffed at that, making the love goddess smile as she stared back at the girls in the pool. "They look happy."

"They are," Percy muttered, agreeing with her as his eyes followed Thalia plucking Athena's book out of her hands and tossing it into the open dining room. He felt a pang of hurt at how familiar the action had been, before he forced his eyes to look away. Hestia was splashing her feet childishly in the water as she contentedly sipped orange juice, Phoebe and Atalanta on either side of her. The other girls were engaged in various sports, but Percy couldn't care less.

They were undoubtedly sexy, yes, and he would be the one to readily admit it later, but right then, his mind refused to stray far from Aphrodite.

He realised something with an uncomfortable lurch in his stomach.

Aphrodite was just like Hestia, constantly distracting others from something by her silly antics, taking care to see no one was in need of anything, material or emotional.

She was truly the goddess of love and emotion. The only sad thing was that she had been hidden away from the world behind a false mask, forced to be someone she wasn't.

"Hey."

"Hmm?"

"Thanks, Aphrodite."

She turned back to look at Percy, an amused grin on her face. "What for?"

Her azure eyes bored deep into his, her sunglasses hanging from her nimble fingers.

Percy found it difficult to look away, but he did. "For everything. I'm sorry for not paying attention to you more. The world has been a complete asshole to you."

He felt guilt weigh him down as he stared at Athena tumbling into the swimming pool, making the others laugh. He managed only a small twitch of his lips, unable to laugh carefree.

"Hey, sexy." He felt her sidle beside him.

Somewhere along the line he had backed up to lean against the trunk of the palm tree, and now, the two, the God of Hatred and the Goddess of Love, sat beside each other, leaning against the same tree.

She laid her head on his shoulder, making his heart rate pick up, so loud he was sure that she would hear him. Ichor rushed to his face as he caught a whiff of her expensive perfume that played with his nose.

"It's okay, Percy." She laid her soft palm over his, making him blush. Even four years ago, he wouldn't have believed Aphrodite was capable of such gentle, loving gestures. "What's important is how you feel. What do you feel?"

"I-I'm not sure. My heart feels torn into pieces, but in a good way, you know what I mean? I feel like I'm safe, I feel like I would kill the world for you. I would trek to Tartarus and back for you.... all of you. I feel I shouldn't be moving on from Annabeth, but I can't but love you all."

She smiled, tracing small circles on his tanned bronze skin, her perfectly manicured nails sliding smoothly against his slick skin. She shivered, feeling his toned muscles shift and flex underneath her touch.

Percy, against his better judgment, allowed his arm to snake around her slim waist, drawing her closer to his body, enjoying the way her breath quickened at her close proximity.

He turned to look down at her, cocking his head as he gazed deep into Aphrodite's eyes, looking as if he was trying to figure out something. "What do you think?"

She smiled softly. "I think you were made for love."

He raised an eyebrow. "What was that supposed to mean?"

She laughed, a soft sound that made Percy want to hear it again. "That came out wrong. What I meant was that you are a good lover.... the best anyone could ask for, in fact."

His goofy smile made Aphrodite's eyes flick down to his perfectly kissable lips, making her dart her tongue out to moisten her already perfect lips. Realizing the turn her thoughts had taken, Aphrodite blushed again looking back to the front. She was sure she had blushed more in Percy's presence than she had since her birth.

"Oh really?" He sounded surprised. "Well, thanks."

"I did mean it. You are the best." She snuggled deeper into him, enjoying his warmth.

"You're really good at emotions, then?" Percy said in a challenging tone, trying to change the subject. "Well, I'm good too."

"Oh? Then what does your wisdom say?"

"My wisdom says you are jealous of Athena."

There was a small silence, confirming Percy's somewhat wild guess. "You are not as clueless as you look."

Percy allowed himself another goofy smile. "I'm a genius. But what I want to know is why?"

Aphrodite looked sad for a moment. "Have you looked at her? Who wouldn't want that delicious, perfectly tanned golden skin? I have been trying to tan almost everyday since I came here. I'm still with.... this."

She poked her pale skin to punctuate her words.

"I think your skin is good. As good as Athena's. You don't need to change anything to be perfect in my eyes, Aphrodite. Be yourself. That's what I try to tell everybody. But that's not everything, is it?"

"No, it is not." She admitted, taking a deep breath. "Athena is so beautiful, and smart, and strong.... yes, she was bullied by some of the other gods like Poseidon," Percy winced at that, "-but she could retaliate. Her spear is feared on Olympus. She is not completely helpless. I don't have anyone or anything to protect myself with, I just have to go along with everything that they say and make me do!"

Percy was surprised, not at her story, but at the fact that nobody noticed her volume. "Were... were you raped?"

She snorted. "I'm Aphrodite, the goddess of love and sex, hun, the most lusted-after woman in the entire world. What do you think?"

"Oh." Percy felt awkward, yet a familiar feeling welled up in his chest.

He sighed, looking back at the pool, silently comforting Aphrodite as he held her in his arms. "Sometimes, I cling to hatred. This is one of those times. Tell me Aphrodite, who do I need to kill?"

"You already did. Ares is in Tartarus.... Can we talk about something else, please?"

"Alright, love." Aphrodite's heart leapt at that, but she did not want to hope. Ah, who was she kidding, this was Percy, she knew that he loved her and the others in the harem equally, and so, she could let everything loose to him. Her domain of love might have helped in reading his feelings. "What do you want to talk about?"

"About that secret room beneath the pool where you keep all your dangerous pets."

Percy's eyes widened comically. "I did not take you to be the type to like reptiles."

She winked at him. "I have a way of surprising people. And don't try to change the topic- if you don't show me today, then the others might just be told by a certain dove."

He resisted the grin that tugged at his lips. "Even if I show you, you won't survive the journey without me. The journey's completely underwater."

"Are you forgetting that I was born from the ocean, too? Trust me, Percy, I can breathe underwater, too."

"I didn't know that." He looked broody for a moment. "You really are a bitch, you know that, Aphrodite?"

And he allowed himself to be pulled up by the giddy goddess.

A few minutes later, he was at the bottom of the pool, making sure that nobody sans Aphrodite was following him.

Percy was in his element, something which he had been familiar with since childhood. The water around him was comforting, the effort he had to put behind every movement relaxing, the cold touch of the water soothing his skin. The continuous feeling of gravity pulling his body lessened, giving him the impression that he was flying free in the endless sky.

And in a sense, it was, the endless sky. There was no one at the bottom of the pool to distract him from his thoughts, leaving him like a lonely cloud in the sky. The sunlight refracting through the gentle, crystal waves formed intricate patterns on the marble, floating and dancing like leaves in the wind.

Percy touched the marble, feeling himself come to a stop as he looked up at the crowd of legs swimming about on the surface, treading water as they played, a big red ball splashing about the water. Cute, sexy bodies and equally desirable asses, which Percy knew he would be able to differentiate between at a glance, given enough time to familiarize himself.

"Ready?" Despite Aphrodite's earlier words, any lingering shred of doubt that Percy had, was wiped away as he saw her floating right beside him, able to speak and breathe underwater, as comfortably as him. Coincidentally, his breath briefly accompanied his doubts on their little trip to nothingness.

She looked like the mermaids that mortals imagined, depicted as a blonde, untouchable beauty that even time could not touch. Her bright, shiny blonde hair floated about her head like a golden, divine halo that made her look every inch the angelic goddess she was, her azure eyes piercing through his soul, somehow distinct against the crystal clear, equally blue waters around them.

Percy tried to keep his eyes from the delicious things the lessened effect of gravity underwater were doing to her body.

Realizing that he had spent a tad too long just ogling her body, Percy turned to the marble where he knew the hidden entrance to his secret lair lay, desperately hoping that the blue waters hid his flushed, golden ears.

He touched the marble, channelling a bit of his power into it as he spoke, "Death in the shape of a Panzer Battalion!"

Unable to meet Aphrodite's raised eyebrow and mirthful eyes, he swam ahead as soon as the underwater tunnel appeared, leaving the love goddess to follow suit. As soon as she entered, the marble was replaced, and cool looking lights lit up, illuminating the small tunnel with bright blue and soft green lights that made Aphrodite gasp at its beauty as she swam along the somewhat narrow tunnel.

It had been so long since she had actually been underwater, a few millennia if she had to hazard a guess, that she had almost forgotten what it felt like. She felt like a queen finally returned to her throne.

Aphrodite could not help the gasp that escaped her perfect lips when she surfaced in a small pool.

She was in what could be best described as a small forest. Even the ground was covered in soil, with trees and creepers growing everywhere. There were small lights that provided illumination in the darkest edges of the room, but the majority of light came from the pool, which glowed with a bright blue light.

Aphrodite could spot a bright emerald snake that was imitating a vine. Also, the massive crocodile Percy was petting was hard to miss.

Percy's eyes were immediately drawn to Aphrodite's sea-green bikini-clad body as she surfaced from the water, her azure eyes sparkling in childlike wonder as she gazed around, a small smile on her beautiful face. His eyes were drawn to her damp blonde hair, straight and sticking slightly to her face. Rivulets of water streamed down her slick body, making her creamy skin glisten in the light. He ignored the urge to control the water to strip her of the wet silk hiding her body.

Croc, yes his pet Saltwater's name was Croc, and don't you dare say anything, nuzzled his palm, seeking his attention.

Percy absentmindedly petted her as he watched Aphrodite giggle as Sam nuzzled against her legs, writhing and swimming circles around her slender legs.

Percy kicked off, swimming across the pool to replace the bull shark between Aphrodite's legs. Immediately, she crossed her legs, trapping him against her.

Aphrodite wrapped her slender arms around Percy's neck, a teasing smile on her face as she looked down at him. She was sitting at the edge of the pool, with Percy still treading water in the pool.

"Voulez-vous me dire quelque chose, ma dame?" He stuttered and stumbled through the line, hoping to appear suave, trying to speak properly.

Aphrodite smiled at his attempt. "You practised that, didn't you?"

His silence was all the answer that she needed. "You butchered it. Don't try French ever again."

She pulled him in even closer. "You don't need to do anything to earn this."

And her lips met Percy's.

The Dark god gasped into the kiss as he felt the love goddess kiss him, pouring her entire heart and soul into the searing kiss. It took him a few moments to clear the cobwebs in his head and reciprocate the kiss, their lips moving in perfect sync as they shared a kiss that only experienced lovers are entitled to.

Percy's hands wandered to her creamy thighs and squeezed, making her moan into his mouth as her grip impossibly tightened, drawing him as close as humanly possible. He felt her delicious tits rub against his toned, muscular chest, making the hunger stir. Her nipples, stiff and hard beneath the sea-green silk, poked his chest.

The two broke apart, both of them breathless and golden faced.

"I love you, Percy fucking Jackson."

Before Percy could respond, he was pushed playfully, making him splash back into the pool.

Gasping in surprise, he surfaced again, only to see Aphrodite jump up and giddily run towards the forest.

Any other man's eyes would have been drawn to her perfect bubble butt, jiggling and bouncing deliciously as she ran. Or the wonderful things it was doing to her equally perfect tits.

Oh, who was he kidding, Percy would be the one, and the only, to be playing with her body for eternity.

But at that moment, he found it hard to tear away his dark sea-green eyes from the blinding smile on her face.

At that point, Percy thought the lights in his lair were no longer needed.

Her smile could have lit up the whole world.

Chapter 52: Water Works: Part 2

Time: Same Time

"Damn, that was one of the best days in my immortal life." Aphrodite panted as she lay sprawled on the ground, staring blankly up at the ceiling.

Her soft hand sought out Percy's, holding his hand in a gentle display of affection most thought her incapable of.

He laughed softly at her words, too tired to acknowledge her loving touch. "Damn, I never took you to be a reptile lover. Your enthusiasm puts Artemis to shame."

"Many people don't take me for a lot of things, Percy." Aphrodite smiled genuinely. They don't, but he did.

And she loved him all the more for it.

The cool earth pressed against her back, more comfortable than the most luxurious baths or anything, as the two rolled about in the dirt, laughing at their own silliness. Nobody in the millennia had ever seen Aphrodite, the jealous goddess of love, always with the most luxurious of things, the best beds and the best baths, roll about in the dirt like a common peasant's child. She was always the ideal woman, the beautiful goddess, always prideful, the epitome of everything society expected her to be, a tired puppy on strings.

And now, she rolled about in the earth with her lover, the only person she had ever truly loved for the eternity she had been alive. The feeling of love was alien to the goddess of love, making her cheeks heat up, made her breathe quicker and her heart beat faster. She had never felt like it- she genuinely wanted to be the best she could be around Percy, not fearing anything and knowing that he would be with her regardless of how she acted. Still, she wanted to be the best she could be, for no other reason but for him. To see his smile, his eyes twinkling in pride and mischief.

It made her laugh ironically. The goddess of love was alien to love. Even the Fates had been looking only at her unparalleled beauty when they gave her her domains, her unparalleled beauty that was the bane of her existence. Even Percy, with his domains of nightmares and hatred, was obviously familiar with those emotions.

Her heart clenched.

Her sad, wistful smile turned happy as she reflected on her situation. All those things had been in her past, Percy was her present. Right then, she held the entire world in her hands. She was sure if she asked Percy for something unachievable, he would tease her before running himself ragged trying to fulfil her wish.

That went for every girl in his harem.

The love goddess risked a glance to her side, conscious of the warmth on her cheeks, the warmth of Percy's rough callouses on her soft hand.

Her warm cheeks heated at a rapid pace, making her blush golden, right down to her neck as she allowed her azure eyes to rove Percy's almost naked form with growing desire and lust.

He was as sweaty as her, panting heavily as his chest rose and fell with every breath. His long, raven hair, damp with sweat, stuck slightly to his face, forming a dark halo on the ground around his head, darker than night, sucking in all light. Resisting her urge to stroke his silky hair, she examined his face, like a sinful dark predator, complete with high cheekbones and a sharp nose that sent dangerous shadows dancing across his face, edges sharp enough to slice her bleeding heart. His signature stubble darkened his sharp, well-defined jaw and chin, adding to his dark, broody look. Occasional scars were visible beneath his stubble, on his jaw and cheeks, hinting at the reason for his stubble. Beneath perfect eyebrows, sharp eyes glimmered with mirth, like dark, sea green emeralds straight from the bottom of the sea, from where she herself emerged. His perfectly kissable lips parted, revealing his sharp teeth and hot tongue as he panted, inviting her to claim his lips as hers.

Her eyes wandered down his neck to his chest, hungrily eyeing his well-defined pectorals and broad, muscle packed chest, his nipples dark against his perfectly tanned, bronze skin. Every single inch of his torso was covered with tattoos that warmed her heart at their meaning. She had actually squealed out loudly when she read her name tattooed on one of the Phoenix's fiery feathers tattooed on his chest. The dog tags he carried with him everywhere were glinting, gold and bronze and silver, bright in the darkness of the room, and the darkness of the god.

The extensive patchwork of innumerable scars that littered his skin, hidden by the dark ink, made her heart clench again in fear and worry.

His prominent obliques, looking like wings that belonged on a dark angel like him, led to a prominent pair of hipbones that made her mouth water in hunger. The black swimming shorts that clung loosely around his slim waist was little cover to hide his privacy from her wandering eyes, that roamed all across his clothed crotch and bare, muscular thighs that looked like they could crush her mercilessly.

Her eyes roamed back to his muscular upper body, lingering momentarily on his collar bones before flicking down to his abs. One, two.... ten sexy, drool-worthy abs that she would enjoy slobbering all over, Aphrodite counted, with a thrill of pleasure running up her spine. His sexy, defined abs, without the slightest hint of fat, were heavily tattooed, glistening with sweat that made her want to run her tongue all over his body, taste his sweat, his skin and feel his muscles underneath her lips.

His toned arms were equally sexy, making him look like he bench-pressed mountains for warm-up. Aphrodite rubbed her thighs together, feeling hot and bothered as she continued to ogle his toned, muscular body, the sight of his long arms making her shiver, the goddess familiar with the feeling of being wrapped up tightly in his comforting, strong embrace. She found herself missing the feeling of security, warmth and protection that his embrace provided, a comfortable warmth that came without any conscious effort on his part.

She did not know why she was feeling love after all these years, but she did. Her heart told her everything that she needed to know, a quickened pace, a rush of adrenaline whenever she was around him, a perpetual worry whenever he did anything stupid, enough to tell Aphrodite the truth.

She really loved Percy with all her heart.

Feeling whatever dregs of her self restraint preventing her from jumping the god finally break, Aphrodite crawled on her hands and knees, ignoring the soft earth beneath her sensitive, soft skin as she made her way to her lover, who was resting with his eyes closed.

This was too easy.

Percy's eyes fluttered open as the love goddess crawled on top of him, gazing into his sea-green eyes with what could be only described as raw, unadulterated love, her parted lips barely a hair's breadth away from his.

As soon as he could get over the surprise of being caught off guard by one of the most beautiful women to ever walk the planet, he managed to stutter out, "Wh-what are you doing, Aphrodite?!"

"Shh, Percy." She whispered against his lips, her azure eyes not leaving his even for a single moment. Her warm breath tickled his face, fanning the ichor rushing to colour his warm cheeks golden. "Don't ruin the moment."

She continued to lie on top of him, doing nothing but gaze at his endless pools of dark sea green, apparently lost in his eyes.

Percy shifted awkwardly. Her slender, curvy body, slick and glistening with sweat, rubbed against his chest, the flimsy layer of silk separating them doing little to stop the stimulating touches up his bare skin. Her nipples, stiff and erect, poked his chest, testing his willpower and self-restraint every single moment. And that was not considering her completely bare, creamy stomach rubbing against his abs or her luscious, thick thighs rubbing his unfortunately clothed crotch.

He tried not to break eye contact with the goddess, ignoring his body screaming at him to glance, just a peek, at her delicious cleavage that had been presented to him, her massive E, or perhaps F, cup jugs mashed against his chest in a delicious mass of soft, milky tit flesh.

"Why are you like this?" Her words were soft, her voice wavering and fragile. "Why do you make me feel like this? There have been several powerful demigods and gods over the ages. You are the first one with to-die-for good looks. Then why do you make every single girl that lays her eyes on you, fall head-over-heels for you?"

"Uhhh...." He put forth eloquently, feeling his higher brain functions fried at the beauty on his chest.

She continued, as if he had never interrupted her. "I'm Aphrodite, the vengeful, jealous goddess of love, sex and beauty. I do not fall for anybody, no man or god. They fall for me, not the other way round."

She dove in to steal a little kiss that made Percy gasp at its suddenness, just a quick, loving peck that felt just as good as passionate make-out sessions with her.

"Why have I fallen so hopelessly in love with you, Percy fucking Jackson?" She asked rhetorically, again swooping in to claim his lips in a searing kiss, this time not letting go.

From there, it was a familiar, yet alien routine to the Dark god, experienced at kissing and knowing what to do. Their lips moved in sync in a perfect kiss straight out of someone's dreams, but they were unsatisfied. Growing lustful heat fanning their actions and moulding their bodies into one, the two lovers, almost as if reading the other's mind, parted their lips, allowing their tongues to meet.

They hungrily tasted each other, honey meeting the irreplicable taste of blue cookies as they swapped saliva, their tongues visibly tangling outside of their mouths in a passionate French kiss, as they tried to convey the overwhelming emotions they felt for the other, through actions rather than words.

Thus came the inevitable battle for dominance, the two lovers finally engaging in a passionate battle as they continued to kiss, their lips moulding together, their mouths one, their bodies trying to be as close as possible, enjoying the warmth. The obviously much more experienced and skilled love goddess tried to force Percy into submission, somehow ignorant, or forgetful, of the Dark god's fierce dominance and burning, aggressive love.

And so it was, the love goddess handed a crushing defeat barely thirty seconds in, allowing Percy to hungrily explore her molten, hot mouth with his tongue, exploring every single ridge and crevice, memorizing her sensitive spots for future reference, his ADHD riddled mind still wondering how, or why, she tasted like warm honey. Aphrodite's moans were music to his ears, making him shiver as she sent moans of raw pleasure into his mouth, his tongue shivering as she sucked on it.

The two lovers finally parted when the need to breathe became imperative, breaking apart as they panted, golden-cheeked, their bodies hot and bothered, their hearts warm and fuzzy. Neither made a move to put some distance between them, still close enough to brush their glistening lips against each other's, still gazing into the other's eyes, the colour of the sea meeting the bright blue of the sky.

However, the moment of separation did not last long, as the next moment, their fill of breath taken, the two lovers again engaged in a soul-searing kiss. Her massive tits again mashed to his chest, she leaned in as much as she could, kissing, and holding each other as tightly as possible.

Aphrodite moaned into his mouth as she felt his strong, lean arms wrap around her, her slender arms keeping his lips against hers as he explored her body with his fingers, probing and massaging.

His rough, talented fingers ran across her smooth back, briefly lingering on the ribbons of sea-green silk holding her bikini top up, before coming back to massage her shoulders. Ignoring Aphrodite's feeble protests, his fingers dipped downwards, delivering shy, fleeting touches along the exposed sides of her oversized tits, never lingering longer, never going deeper, always lurking right on the edges of her sensitive chest and making her groan at his torturous actions.

"Percy, please." She whimpered, not fully believing the words and sounds spilling from her traitorous lips, fuelled by the actions of her non-compliant body. She was Aphrodite. She never begged.

"What do you call me, slut?" He purred, his fingers tracing gentle circles on the side of her boob, that made her shudder and bite her lower lip to contain the cry of lust that threatened to tear from her throat.

"Master! Please, Master." She felt ichor rush to her face, her cheeks burning in humiliated arousal at the smug smirk on Percy's face.

"Good girl. You deserve a reward for being such a submissive slut, no?"

She was having trouble believing her ears. Nobody ever called her a slut to her face. Not even Artemis, who (had) hated her with every fibre of her being. Nor the men she had slept with over the years.

And she had definitely not been called submissive before.

Her thoughts turned to mush at his fingers that traced gentle, teasing circles on her back, his smile intoxicating, his eyes mesmerizing. Trails of burning, heatful lust that physically stung her skin erupted in his wake, making her whimper.

What was this? This was not sex, at least not the one that Aphrodite knew, anyway.

And she was the goddess of sex.

Aphrodite groaned, arching her back involuntarily as she felt Percy's fingers wander downwards, stroking her slender, smooth back as they explored her curves. Rough callouses stroked and massaged her flawless, pale skin, ghosting across her slim waist and sides to her hips, briefly playing with the strings of her tight, skimpy bikini bottom.

His fingers sought out the tight silk, pulling at the fabric briefly, and making Aphrodite whimper as she felt the strings dig into the cloudy, soft flesh of her thighs and ass... before promptly letting go. With a somewhat loud snap, the silk snapped back into position, eliciting a surprised yelp from Aphrodite as she felt like she was getting spanked.

She glared at the Dark god, albeit with less of an effect thanks to her bright golden face, as she pouted, rubbing her slightly stinging behind.

Percy smirked. "What? Never been spanked before? Should I teach the spoiled slut some manners, then?"

Feeling her cheeks burn, she hid her face in the crook of his neck. "Sh-shut up. I have never done anything like this before."

"What?" She could hear the bewilderment in his voice, making her hold him tighter.

"Any man who faced with the prospect of sex with me was always reduced to a stuttering, drooling mess. I always did cowgirl or reverse cowgirl. You're the first one to tease me like this. No, you're the first one to remain intelligent in my presence." Percy felt her smile into his neck. "I know about all this, but I've never done this before. Thank you, Percy."

"Woah. I could've never guessed the goddess of sex had not done so many things."

"You don't know the half of it," Aphrodite added, planting her palms on either side of Percy's head and lifting her upper body up so that she could stare into his beautiful eyes. "I've never orgasmed from a real dick. They all came within the first thirty seconds. The longest to last was Ares, who lasted for thirty-two seconds after taking every single sex drive pill available on Olympus. Think you can break my record?"

"Oh, trust me, I'll break your record, and a lot more. I'll shatter your mind."

"Overconfident much?" She teased, trying to ignore the shivers that run down her spine, or her wetness at his fingers encroaching upon her ass, playing with the strings holding her bikini bottom up.

She had never felt like this. For the first time, Aphrodite truly understood the feelings of love and lust. Unknown to her, she had been alien to lust, true lust, too.

"But really, Percy. I surely hope you do not make me regret my decision of joining your harem, because I sure am struggling to find reasons for regret so far." She smiled down at him, her clear, azure eyes brimming with love and lust. "What is it you say? The only downside to being faster than light is that you can live only in darkness?"

She laughed, her voice musical.

Her laughter trailed off into a moan as she felt Percy finally slip his hands into her bikini bottoms, roughly squeezing her ass with his harsh, calloused hands.

"You are mine, and only mine." His deep, possessive growl sent shivers of arousal down her spine. "Never, ever speak of your past lovers."

His fingers probed her soft, cloudy flesh, sinking into her creamy asscheeks as he continued to grope her shamelessly, making her moan and writhe in his arms as he bounced her asscheeks in his palms, enjoying his soft skin and rippling flesh. His fingers dived into her ass crack, pulling her asscheeks apart to probe her pink, puckered asshole with his fingers, enjoying her tightness as the love goddess moaned in wanton arousal and pleasure. Percy let go of her asscheeks, temporarily having had his fill of her beautifully perfect bubble butt, parting with another slight slap to each of her cute asscheeks.

But before she had an opportunity to react, Percy had delivered a strong tug to the bunch of strings at her waist, holding up her bikini bottom.

The silk came undone, and with a sweep of Percy's rough hand, the love goddess' perfect ass was revealed to the world, veiled only by her owner's large hands cupping her asscheeks, holding her tightly against his larger body by her ass, still groping her soft, creamy ass with gusto, his fingers sinking into her cloudy flesh.

"You're ass is perfect, Aphrodite. As good as Artemis'." He hummed, a small, awed smile on his lips as he continued to childishly play with her two impossibly soft asscheeks.

"But those are not the only sort of soft flesh on your body, are they?" He smirked, one hand remaining on her behind as the other smoothly slid up her smooth, arched back to deliver a strong tug at the strings holding up her top.

Aphrodite blushed adorably, ichor rushing to her heated cheeks as her bikini top fell to Percy's chest, leaving her slightly sweaty, pendulous tits open to his wandering, lecherous gaze.

With a teasing wink to fan her cute blush further, Percy moved his gaze to her massive, F-cup tits.

He immediately felt saliva pool in his mouth, making him gulp uncomfortably to swallow the excess saliva.

Her tits were the perfect pair of tits that every hot-blooded male imagined, each an enormous, ungodly size 7 basketball-sized, tipped with a small, rosy nipple, stiff and erect, quite distinct against the pale, creamy skin of her tits. They had absolutely zero sag, hugging her chest tightly like two fun pillows of the softest flesh imaginable, justifying her title of goddess of lust. Her impressive rack jiggled and bounced softly with every breath she took, drawing Percy's hungry eyes to every soft ripple like a snake charmer, inviting him to latch his lips around a nipple and never let go, to use her chest as a beautiful pillow every night.

"Don't just keep staring, Percy," Aphrodite said in a sultry voice that sent shivers of excitement down his spine, her slender arms wrapping around his neck to bury his face in her chest, with every intention of suffocating him lewdly in her ocean of creamy, milky tits.

"Mmph!" With just a single gasp of surprise, Percy found his air supply cut off, his face hugged from all sides by a beautiful, bountiful pair of tits, warm yet cool, slick with slight sweat. The overwhelming scent of Aphrodite's expensive cologne assaulted his senses, making his cock throb in his boxers.

He wondered how even sweaty she could smell so good, as he placed little kisses on her cleavage, his face still hugged by her warm tit-flesh.

"Fuck yes, please don't stop." Aphrodite's sultry moan only served to spur Percy on, as he peppered her chest with slight kisses and small licks, tasting her slightly salty sweat that made her heart beat quicker, her breath hitching every time she felt his hot, wet tongue on her skin.

Aphrodite let his head go when she thought he would need to breathe, making the Dark god jerk his head back, but not before placing a quick, parting kiss on her cleavage.

He grinned at her, making her smile back abashedly.

"Are you ready to get your tits sucked off?" He asked, a perverted grin on his face.

Aphrodite parted her soft, pink lips to answer, but her lips trailed off into a lustful moan as she felt Percy's warm lips latched around her stiff nub of sensitive flesh.

"Fuck!" She moaned, "Percy.... Percy."

She panted, fisting his raven hair to prevent him from removing his head from her chest, enjoying the way he nursed on her sensitive nub. "Please, Percy..... more. This is the first time anyone had ever sucked on my tits, please...." Her voice trailed off in another moan.

She moaned in a disappointed manner as he removed his lips from her teat, immediately missing the warm wetness of his mouth. The cool air of the cavern assaulted her wet nipple, stinging deliciously, and making her pale skin flush. "Wh-why did you stop?"

She did not like his evil smirk one bit.

She gasped in pain and pleasure when she felt his rough, strong fingers curl around her wet nipple, glistening with saliva.

"Ouch!" Aphrodite winced in pain as helps fingers tightened in a vice-like grip better, and at the same time worse, than any nipple clamp in creation. Percy tugged hard at her breast, feeling the deceptively heavy weight of her boobs, which one could never discern at their perky bounciness that seemed to defy gravity, making him always wonder if she was wearing an invisible bra.

"What do you call me, bitch?" His voice was harsh and unforgiving, making another fresh wave of fluids gush from her naked cunt, despite the sensual pain she was feeling.

"I'm sorry, Master!" She begged, all her pride and shame crumbling as she begged Percy for mercy. "I'm just a blonde slut, Master. I'm your sex toy, and sex toys are not supposed to be intelligent. Please, Master, forgive me!"

Strangely, degrading herself felt oddly arousing to the goddess, making her blush in shame and embarrassment at her arousal. She was not submissive.

Percy smirked, her actions clear as day to him.

So, she was in denial of her submissive nature. Great, it only made things fun.

"What do you want me to do, slut?"

"Please, Master. You can do anything to me you want to. But now, I really want you to enjoy my tits to your heart's content. Make them yours, Master, stake your claim on my tits and my body."

For emphasis, she cupped her free breast, lifting up the soft globe of flesh to make her look more enticing. It was, of course, an added bonus that her massive size made her warm, soft flesh touch Percy's muscular arm, her stiff nipple poking him.

Percy's hungry growl dampened her even further, before the Dark god attacked her tits with a vicious hunger.

His warm lips latched around her nipple, making her groan as she fisted his raven hair, enjoying the sensations and caresses he was lavishing on her sensitive nub.

Their bodies, slick with sweat, continued to grind smoothly against each other as he nursed on her tits, swirling his tongue around her pink areolas, flushed red in arousal. His sharp teeth grazed her skin, making her tremble as tremors of lust streaked through her body like lightning, her muscles tensing and relaxing of their own accord. His tongue, rough like sandpaper, yet wet and silky continued to lap at her nipple, his cheeks hollowed as he continued to suck, making her back arch as she whimpered, looking up at the ceiling in a futile attempt to distract herself from the pressure building up in her chest, like hot magma waiting for release.

"Fuck, M-Master.... oh, please, don't stop. Make my slutty tits yours."

His hand was busy on her other nipple, the one he had sucked briefly, his rough, calloused hands grazing over her soft, sensitive skin as he continued to trace gentle, teasing circles on her areolas. His fingers moved with a mind of their own, making Aphrodite wonder if he was actually some sort of divine sex god many echelons above her, as he continued to tease, massage and flick her sensitive buttons with ease, playing her like a flute.

A soft gasp escaped from her lips, her attention forcefully turned to the burning sensation of impending orgasm building up in her tits by a soft, gentle nibble.

"Master, do you like my tits?"

Percy's response was to hold her nipple between his sharp teeth as he delivered rough lashings with his tongue, making her writhe and moan.

His free hand around her waist tightened in response to her involuntary struggles, supporting the love goddess so that she could hold her position above him.

Percy hummed with her nipple in his mouth, briefly wondering if it would have the same effect as when Annabeth hummed on his dick, but he could not hold his attention for long, ad he lovingly nuzzled her oversized tits, burying his face again in the warm sea of soft, milky flesh.

With a lingering kiss on her wet nipple, glistening with saliva, Percy parted, a thin strand of saliva connecting her rosy nub with his wet lips. After delivering a lingering, soft lick to lap up any excess saliva left on her nipple, Percy looked up at her azure eyes to find clear love, clouded with a haze of lust.

"Why did you stop, Master?"

"Why don't you lactate like your slutty daughter, bitch?" His two hands pinched her nipples, twisting painfully and cruelly, making her wince in pain shrouded in sensual pleasure.

"I-I control wh-when I make milk, Master." She stuttered out through her wince, ignoring the ichor rushing to her flawless cheeks.

He raised an eyebrow. "Then why don't I see any?"

There was a loud moan, and a squirt of fluids that dampened his shorts as Aphrodite orgasmed from his words.

The next moment, as if a tap had been opened, a squirt of warm fluid hit Percy's chest, leaving a trail of pearly droplets on his glistening chest.

"Now, that's what I like to see. Titty milk!" He grinned lewdly as he continued to play with her tits, trying to emulate a farmer milking his cow, and Aphrodite continued to moan as she was milked, the warm fluid collecting in Percy's palms before running down his muscular arms.

"Master!" She gasped, "Please let your slut feed you..."

Another lewd moan escaped her full pink lips as Percy complied, latching onto one of her leaking nipples as he sucked.

Immediately, his mouth was filled to the brim with warm fluid that made his tastebuds melt, and his brain short circuit with sheer ecstasy.

If Piper had been tasty, the best meal he ever had, then Aphrodite's titty milk was on another plane of existence. Her sweet, honeyed taste was as good as her daughter's, but it was the potent love magic lacing her milk that made Percy moan in ecstasy as it streamed down his throat. His muscles thrummed with power like a supercar engine raring to go, his entire existence singing as he felt his own strength and power grow, making him wonder if this is what Heracles felt like when he nursed on Hera.

He was sure that whatever that prick felt, it was nothing compared to what he was feeling as he continued to hungrily slurp what seemed to be an endless supply of divine milk leaking from Aphrodite's tits as the goddess continued to writhe underneath him, lost in the throes of a continuous, neverending orgasm.

The love goddess' mind was blank, a white haze of pleasure that made her body want to melt, her fried nerves not registering anything except the man who was bringing her this endless ocean of bliss. She distantly registered that her arms were wrapped around his neck, not letting go of him, urging him on to derive his nutrition from her, to always drink from her, and her alone.

In the back of her mind, like a grainy picture with bad signal in the 60s, she remembered thinking something about a man never making her orgasm, but it was lost upon her as she continued to writhe, weakly trying to escape the constant waves of pleasure crashing upon her, one after the other, yet never letting go.

"Master! Master! Master!" Aphrodite continued chanting in an almost drunken state, making Percy twist her other nipple and eliciting a scream from her, as another stream of warm milk hit his face.

Finally, feeling addicted to her milk, something much sweeter and more addictive than anything even the lotus-eaters could come up with, Percy broke off, gasping for breath. His hand immediately came up to grope her tits, never relenting the pleasure he was inflicting on her as he continued to try and milk her never-ending supply.

"Why didn't you give me that before, slut?" He growled, delivering a slap to her chest. A sadistic smile tugged at his lips as he watched her flawless, pale skin slowly turn red, pearls of fluid flecking her smooth skin. The ripples that spread across her heavenly tit-flesh, jiggling and bouncing enticingly, was, of course, an added bonus.

"I'm sorry, Master. I swear it will not happen again."

"Make sure that it doesn't. From now, I want you to never turn off this." He squeezed her left tit, making another stream of warm milk to squirt out of her somewhat sore, glistening nipple and hit him in the face. "I want to drink this when and wherever I want to."

Aphrodite blushed down to her neck, her shoulders assuming a golden tinge at his actions, accompanied by his lewd smile. She felt her throbbing pussy spasm in another mini orgasm at his words, making her eyes flutter in shock.

"B-but Master, the other girls-"

"Do I have something on my face?" Percy asked incredulously, making her blush again. "Do I look like I care if the other girls see you being milked like the slutty cow you are?"

He delivered another stinging slap to her tits.

"I'm sorry, Master. I will of course feed you whenever you want." She looked down submissively, having trouble meeting his eyes in embarrassment.

"Good slut." Aphrodite felt ashamed at the pride she felt at his compliment. "Now, I think your spanking is in order. Time to discipline your spoiled ass."

"What?" Her azure eyes fluttered at his words, even as her pussy dampened in aroused anticipation. "Master, please-"

Her words were cut off by a yelp as she was picked up effortlessly by Percy as he sat up, dropping her unceremoniously like a sack of potatoes onto his lap. His arms went to work, effortlessly lifting her ass up and holding her in that position, her elbows and knees planted in the dirt, with her ass raised high, eager for his rough discipline like some common bitch in heat.

Her cheeks tinged gold in shame. She was not eager and lustful for his spanking.

Her ass quivered in anticipation, her waist wiggling impatiently, making her perfect, curvy bubble butt bounce and jiggle enticingly, inviting him.

Damn it, her body refused to obey her, her cunt still gushing her warm, aroused nectar. She could almost feel Percy's smug smirk as he spread her wet cunt lips with his rough fingers, making her whimper and mini orgasm again at his smouldering touch. His palm collected her sweet, warm honey dripping from her hopelessly aroused cunt, before rubbing her ass.

Aphrodite's bit her lower lip in fearful excitement, before her eyes fluttered again at the unexpected caress that net her soft flesh. His rough, calloused hands slid over her flawless, creamy skin, massaging and rubbing her perfect asscheeks thoroughly, lovingly, lathering her bubble butt with her warm pussy juices like lotion.

Oh, it was just the calm before the storm.

Aphrodite yelped as Percy's palm met her ass, stinging, unyielding. "I'm sorry, Master!"

"Hmm..." Percy pondered for a moment, making her heart rise as she hoped that he would spare her, the love goddess trying her very best to ignore the part of her that was disappointed.

"This is not working." And he snapped his fingers.

It took a moment for Aphrodite to register what he had done, but when it finally dawned upon her, her face heated at an alarming rate.

It was nothing much, really. Percy had just made his swimming shorts disappear.

Aphrodite felt his cock, long, thick and warm, throbbing powerfully with need that made her body tremble in fear, even as her cunt gushed juices lavishly. It did not belong on a god, it belonged on a horse, she thought, trying to get an accurate measure of his length, her jaw-dropping when she finally managed to comprehend his sheer size. His strong, veiny dong rubbed against her creamy stomach, making her shiver as it slightly nuzzled the sensitive underside of her massive boobs.

"M-Master..."

"What?" She flinched a bit at his severely disinterested tone. Her eyes dipped to her oversized tits swinging pendulously between her slender arms. Drops of milk still dripped from her sore, glistening pink nipples, making a puddle on the dirt.

"Your cock is so big and thick, I want you to fuck me, please?"

"You need to be patient, slut."

"Please, Master?"

Apparently, she had crossed a line as Percy delivered another hard slap to her ass. "I'm sorry, Master. I'm just a stupid blonde bimbo."

"Good slut." He murmured, still engrossed in watching her perfect ass, the absolutely perfect combination of soft fat and firm muscle. Her creamy skin glistened with her pussy juices that he had rubbed in like lotion, already a slight red tinge visible on her pale, creamy asscheeks after a single hit on both. He rubbed her pink, unbelievably tight asshole for a bit, just admiring the love goddess' perfection, before pulling his hand back again.

He smirked as he saw Aphrodite raise her needy ass to meet his hand in anticipation, her entire body quivering.

SMACK.

"I'm just an airhead. My only place is beneath you and your cock, Master."

Percy enjoyed her words, his eyes still following the jiggling of her pink bubble butt, her creamy flesh like eye candy.

SMACK.

"Master!" Aphrodite screamed, arching her back as she orgasmed uncontrollably, another wave of white-hot lust and pleasure crashing over her like a freight train, making her squirt her fluids onto the damp earth as she orgasmed, making a small, glistening puddle.

Her elbows gave way, making her land face first in the moist earth, another puddle meeting her face.

She absentmindedly registered that this puddle was made by the steady stream of warm milk leaking from her tits.

"Just four hits. It took just four hits for you to squirt your brains out like some fucking superslut. You're such a masochistic bitch, slut." Percy tutted, his rough, calloused hands back to groping her plump ass shamelessly, making Aphrodite mewl softly, bone-tired, still having trouble believing the number of sheer orgasms she had had without even being penetrated by the horsecock throbbing beneath her.

Her eyes widened as she let out an involuntary groan, feeling his rough fingers enter her tight asshole.

"L-Lube, please!" Her gasp was met with another hard slap to her butt, making her lips shut as she felt her molten insides quiver.

Ignoring the obvious pain the love goddess felt at the presence of the three dry, rough fingers stretching her tight asshole, Percy started talking. "So, slut, let's play a game."

Her heart beat faster at the thought of what blissful debauchery she was about to go through. Traitorous to her brain, her body sent ecstatic tingles up her spine, the pain blurring into pleasure, as Percy added a fourth finger to his anal fingering, his thumb pressing against her smooth flesh, right above her ass. His other hand continued to molest her creamy flesh, making her chew her lip at how deliciously his rough palm stung against her inflamed, pink-tinged skin.

"Wh-what game, Master?" She denied how needy she sounded, her voice quivering. She was never the one in need. She was always the one doing the teasing. She hated how Percy played with her body like a cheap toy, making her seem helpless, like a puppet on strings.

"You are the goddess of love and sex, so you should be able to impress me. I'll let you try, and you will think up positions to impress me. The moment you come, you need to think up another position. The game goes on until I come. If you manage to impress me, then you get fucked the entire day. If you don't, then I fuck you till you pass out, and then leave you unconscious, naked and cumstuffed on the dining table. What say you, slut?"

He accentuated his words with another slap to her ass, making her yelp as she lurched another step closer to orgasm.

Aphrodite chewed on her lower lip, her lust addled mind weighing out the pros and cons of her decision. Her thighs quivered and shook as Percy continued to grope her ass, fingers pumping in and out of her tight, pink asshole, her heavy tits still dripping milk as her cunt dripped with her nectar. Her azure eyes shone as she approached a decision, her cheeks golden.

It wouldn't be so difficult, right?

Right?

"Alright, we play the game." Eventually, she conceded, deciding that whatever the outcome was, it was a win-win situation for her, who had been deprived of sexual pleasure for eternity.

"Great, so, what will be the first position, slut?" Another smack, making Aphrodite yelp as her body spasmed, her cunt gushing in another helpless orgasm.

"In-In the water. Missionary." She panted, trying to catch her breath, desperately hoping that the water would rejuvenate her.

"Alright." Percy slung her over his shoulder, moving as if she weighed nothing, balancing her with his hand still on her butt, still molesting her rear.

Gasping in surprise as she met cold water suddenly, after minutes of warmth, Aphrodite held Percy close, her body as naked as him. Her slender arms went around his neck, as her thighs wrapped around his slim waist, pulling him close for warmth.

She hugged him tightly, hiding her face in the crook of his neck, inhaling his sweaty, musky scent as the two slowly descended to mid-depth, making her feel weightless. Her wet cunt ground against his chiselled abs, leaving a trail of wetness that neither noticed, surrounded on all sides by liquid.

Percy smirked at her, playing with her blonde hair that floated in all directions, making her look like an angel with a golden halo. Her oversized, F-cup tits mashed against his muscle packed chest, her erect nipples poking him slightly.

Aphrodite played with his dog tags, which were floating around his neck similarly, unable to meet his eyes, her cheeks a bright shade of gold. She could feel his cock, long and thick as large as her entire arm, throbbing with powerful need against her ass. It was okay to be nervous when taking this monster inside her.

"Are you ready, Aphrodite?" He whispered, making her heart race as she nodded meekly.

"Fuck, big!" She couldn't help but scream as he slammed himself to the hilt inside her, punching through her cervix right into her womb, making her tremble and writhe in his grasp. Her tight, molten walls clung to his cock, greedily sucking him in, moulding to every ridge and vein, moulding her poor pussy in its shape. His bulbous cockhead nestled against the very back of her womb, making her eyes water.

Like a bungee jumping rope at its maximum, her domains screamed in protest as she forced herself to hold on, to not let herself cum so soon. She managed, but only barely.

Tears of humiliated pain and mind-numbing ecstasy rolled down her flawless cheeks, invisible in the water, as she held Percy close. She had never felt so full and complete, both physically and emotionally.

Apparently sensing some emotional moment he was supposed to comprehend, but which he woefully didn't, Percy stood still, not moving at all, as he used his Poseidon powers to keep them steady at mid-depth. Fortunately, Sam had disappeared off to his dark, 'secret' cavern, leaving the divine couple to complete their lovemaking in peace.

Her thighs trembled around his waist, her tits mashed against his chest inviting him to wrap his lips around her pink nipple and have his fill of her delicious, divine milk, his mind still hung over the ecstatic feeling of drawing milk from the love goddess' heavy, fertile teats.

Her needy, velvety cunt was pure bliss stretched around his diamond-hard cock, molten warmth that sharply contrasted the cool water around them, forming a powerful temperature play of fire and ice.

Percy started moving.

Aphrodite held in a desperate screech as his throbbing, veiny cock plunged in and out of her tight, greedy depths, her tight, velvety walls sucking his meat. With every thrust, he rubbed up against her clit, making her writhe and kick out her legs in desperation, his heavy balls slapping her ass. The water flowing around them made everything more intense, every single stinging feeling, the molten, passionate heat more tantalizing, more fulfilling.

With every thrust, he retreated, making her feel empty for a few moments, before slamming back in with a fierce aggression that made her scream in ecstasy. His bulbous cockhead, as large as his fist, slammed against the walls of her womb, making her whimper.

"Fuck me harder, Master! Make me yours!"

It was difficult to imagine that he could go any faster, but Percy did, his muscles tensing as he switched over to his godly strength, setting up a blistering pace with his fat cock plunging in Aphrodite's sinful, sopping wet cunt. The ample fluids leaking from her tight twat only aided his endeavour to pound the love goddess into kingdom come, his hips thundering against hers.

He hugged her close, floating in the middle of the pool, underwater. The fluid resisted movement, everything going against gravity, making everything more exhilarating, more intense.

He could feel her soft, cloudy tits mashed up against his rock hard chest, her sensitive, erect nipples poking him. Her normally flat stomach, bulged obscenely with the shape of his oversized meat thrusting deep into her, every ridge and vein visible against her pale skin, moulding her insides into its own shape.

His warm balls, heavy with thick, potent cum, slapped against her perfect bubble butt with every thrust, making her feel like she was getting spanked all over again. Her soft, creamy flesh rippled, her pale skin assuming a reddish tinge with every slap.

Percy continued slamming into her at a blistering pace, intent on bruising her cunt and making her unable to walk, even as he captured her lips in a searing underwater kiss.

The love goddess moaned into his mouth as her body betrayed her will, spasming uncontrollably around his cock as she came uncontrollably. Her thighs trembled and shook, her arms fell limp from Percy's broad shoulders as she screamed into his lips, her molten pussy gushing her warm nectar into the cold water around.

"Alright, goddess. Round one complete." Percy tutted, before checking his internal clock. "That lasted for an entire seven minutes, congratulations!"

His words made her want to wipe his smug smirk off, despite the pleasure that wracked her body like a disastrous earthquake. She remembered the alien feeling of her mind going blank with pleasure, ecstasy so intense that she could not feel nor think of anything other than him. What was this feeling?

Her chest rose and fell as she panted heavily, her massive tits heaving. Slight droplets of milk, a whitish haze in the water, continued to drip from her fertile tits.

"So... are you impressed, Master?" She hated how weak and needy she sounded. The moan that escaped her lips as he pulled out, leaving her stretched cunt feeling odd and empty, made her hate herself further.

"Nope, goddess." She denied how her azure eyes immediately sought out his horsecock, or the gasp that escaped her when she caught her first glimpse of the monster that had just been inside her. She definitely did not lick her lips in hungry, lustful need. "I did the exact same thing with Calypso earlier, so you've gotta think up something new. Granted, it was in a tub, but still....."

Aphrodite panted, her lust addled mind not comprehending anything that was occurring around her.

"Alright, follow me, Master."

Percy quirked an eyebrow, obediently following her as she swam back along the tunnel they came, his eyes fixed on her naked, perfect rump for the entirety of the journey.

"So, you want to make the other girls watch while I fuck the shit out of you?"

She shook her head, smiling softly at him. "No, Master. I can use my godly powers to hide our presence from the others."

Seeing his raised eyebrow, she elaborated, "My powers are Primordial level in raw strength, remember?"

Percy just grinned at her before pulling her close. "How does it work?"

"As long as we don't make direct contact."

"Great, let's see how fast you can switch it on." Saying so, he pushed off the marble floor of the pool, letting the water pressure take the two naked immortals shooting to the surface.

Aphrodite yelped in surprise, but thankfully managed to let her powers cover the two just in time, a slight pink glow flashing briefly on the two before dissipating.

Percy hugged her tightly, groping her fat, heaving tits with absolutely zero shame, a grin on his face as he tested out her powers.

Rachel showed no reaction, despite the fact she was face to face with the softly moaning love goddess.

Grinning madly, Percy continued to grope her ample chest, tweaking her stiff nipples slightly, trying to elicit reactions from her. He trusted that she did not need to concentrate to maintain her magic, letting him run wild as he groped and caressed Aphrodite's sinful, erotic body, making her mewl and moan softly.

"Great, get into whatever position you want." He ordered, making Aphrodite lurch forward, spurred with a resounding, loud smack on her bountiful bubble butt.

His dark sea-green eyes followed Aphrodite's every movement as she swam forward, weaving through his sexy, bikini-clad girls splashing around in the pool, taking care to avoid direct contact.

She pulled herself up the small ladder, feeling slightly heavy and light-headed from leaving the water. Her bright blonde hair, dark and damp, slightly stuck to her face, sticking to her back. Rivulets of water trickled down her smooth, flawless creamy skin, making her glisten like a divine goddess. The small streams of water crossed her wide hips to stream down her luscious thighs, dripping from her nipples, her oversized tits heavy with milk.

She stepped on the marble lining the pool, her legs trembling. On shaky legs that made her look like she was wearing invisible heels, she stumbled forward, half-drunk on lustful ecstasy. She let out a soft moan as her massive tits swayed with every step she took, aching slightly with the added weight of all the milk she was carrying in her tits, making them look like pale, overinflated balloons of soft, milky flesh. Her bubble butt, pale skin tinged red from the spanking she had received, with Percy's red handprint still visible on her ass, jiggled and bounced. Her dripping cunt quivered in arousal as she felt his eyes never leaving her back, the feeling of the mind-numbing, nerve frying orgasm she had received at his hands forever branded in her brain.

Her azure eyes immediately flicked to his superior, muscle packed form as he rose from the water like a beautiful, Dark monster, every muscle on full display. His dogtags glistened like his tanned, bronze skin, his dark inked tattoos dancing as shadows crawled across his body. His well-defined abs and chest sent shadows dancing across his toned, lean body. Damp, long raven hair stuck to his skin, framing his chiselled, carnivorous visage, reaching till his shoulders.

Aphrodite bent at her waist, pressing her palms against the marble as she prepared herself for a brutal anal pounding, spreading her legs apart slightly to brace herself in her standing toe touch position.

Her azure eyes followed Percy as he talked slowly towards her, his gait predatory, like a hunter stalking his prey. Her eyes roamed over her muscular, godly body, before inevitably flicking down to his oversized, more than a foot long, meat swinging between his chiselled thighs. Every ridge and vein was visible, glistening slightly in the sunlight, leading him to her like a compass, straining for her touch, throbbing for her touch.

She disregarded the painful, almost too hard to ignore quivering in her wet, needy cunt, instead concentrating slightly. Using a sliver of her love magic, her asshole was all nice and lubed up, ready for the monster waiting to rearrange her organs.

She forcefully drew her eyes to the ignorant girls playing water polo in the pool just a few feet away from her, her pussy throbbing at how erotic and naughty she was.

She let out a soft gasp, her eyes fluttering when she felt Percy's rough, large hands grip her waist to steady her. His wet, bulbous cockhead, as large as her fist, eagerly pressed against her ass.

To show that she was ready, she pushed back against him, wiggling her ass slightly to show her eagerness.

Percy grinned, cupping her cute rear with his rough, calloused palms, kneading her soft flesh as he spread her asscheeks, revealing her tight, pink puckered asshole, eager and greedy for his throbbing monster cock. Her smooth, flawless skin tinged red, stinging underneath his rough caresses, he allowed himself to enjoy the moment for a bit, just him groping Aphrodite's divine ass while the goddess trembled and quivered beneath him, trying to hold in her lustful moans.

Percy finally positioned his bulbous cockhead at her rear entrance, ready to enter her tight asshole. The lube slickened her pulsing velvet walls, making it easier for him to push in.

Percy pressed his waist forward, but to no avail. His cockhead was just too large to enter her tight hole, making him grin.

It made things all the more fun.

Resorting to his godly strength as he pushed forward, trying to overcome her tightness that just refused to open up for him, Percy finally slipped in his head, making Aphrodite moan loudly.

Not allowing her to adjust to his size, he slammed all of his thirteen inches of prime, throbbing fat dick in, messing up her internal organs as he rampaged through her body with the grace of a wild rhino. Eventually, though, his balls rested against her dripping pussy, and his head rubbed against her velvety internal walls, making Percy wonder briefly if he was in her stomach yet, from the other side. He was sure that the outline of his horsecock was visible through her stomach.

"Fuck, I feel like someone is shoving an entire arm up my ass. Yes.... rearrange my organs, Master!" Aphrodite moaned wantonly, lost in an endless sea of lust, matching Percy's satisfied groans as he just held his position for a while.

"Master!" The love goddess whined, trying to wiggle her ass against his waist, trying to get him to move to pound her brains out.

Apparently, that was the wrong thing to do.

She yelped, chewing on her lower lip as her eyes watered, feeling Percy's rough hand smack her ass again, her inflamed skin stinging.

"Are you in any position to make demands, slut? Do I have to remind you who you are?" He snarled, making butterflies flutter in her stomach.

"No, Master. I'm sorry, Master. I'm just a dumb bitch made for sucking your cock and being your sex toy. I'll do anything you ask me, Master, just fuck me!"

Percy felt himself grin at her words, bucking her hips to make his cock drive deeper into her depths, making her yelp again.

Her thighs trembled, knees weakening as she felt him begin to move.

Percy drew himself back, leaving her stretched insides gaping and ruined, empty and greedy for his magical bitch tamer.

He slammed back in, making Aphrodite bite down on her tongue to avoid screaming out in pleasure, feeling her velvet walls being moulded around his cock, moulding to every vein and ridge of his veiny cock.

She was sure that she would not have been able to stand up on her own two feet, trembling and quivering, quaked with lustful tremors as she felt her hips almost get permanently dislocated, his fat cock rampaging through her anatomy. Her love genes worked overtime, accompanied by her immortal ichor to keep herself together, to not let her deteriorate into a mewling mess cumming every few seconds, her molten walls spasming around his diamond-hard neat, squirting her warm, honeyed nectar.

Her hands trembled as she tried to keep herself upright, still in the bent-over position, but to little success. As much as she wanted to deny it, Aphrodite was reduced to a limp sex toy held up only by Percy's large hands around her waist, the only thing keeping her from tumbling headfirst into the pool.

She blushed bright golden as he continued to pound her ass at a blistering pace, his hips thundering against her red, creamy skin, making her perfect bubble butt ripple every time he slammed against her. His throbbing horsecock left her with every thrust, like a seemingly endless monster going on for miles and miles, before slamming back in with fierce aggression that made her fight the urge to cry out.

Her blush was fanned even further as she watched the girls playing in the water, completely ignorant of the brutal anal pounding she was receiving from her hung like a horse, stud of a master. She chewed on her full, slightly bruised ruby lips, stifling the scream threatening to rip from her throat. Even the lewd sound of his skin on hers seemed too loud as they fucked right in front of everybody, nobody able to notice their passionate coupling.

Percy continued to pound her ass as Aphrodite struggled to hold herself together, feeling herself lose her grip on what was real, lost in the endless, blazing sea of lust and bliss she was swimming in.

The Dark god leaned down, never stopping the almost autopilot movement of his hips, grabbing a hold of her oversized, F-cup tits and pulling her upright.

Now, with a firm hold on her enormous breasts, Percy resumed his frantic fucking, trying to get himself off as quickly as possible. His rough fingers dug into her soft, cloudy flesh, making Aphrodite moan at his vice grip, as he held on to her for dear life, as if she was the only thing anchoring him to reality, his cock lost in her molten, burning silky depths.

It was Percy who made the decision to pinch her erect, sensitive pink nipples, making her white out again as twin squirts of warm, honeyed milk erupted from her tits, as she came uncontrollably around his meat, spasming as she squirted helplessly everywhere, caught in the rapturous throes of a soul-searing, toe-curling orgasm.

Registering his mistake too late, Percy removed his hands from her tits, immediately missing the feeling of her soft globes in his hands as he moved to hold on to her waist, again. He could only thank the Fates that none of her milk had hit any girl, not knowing if that would count as direct contact to break her magic hiding them from the girls.

Registering a burning feeling in his crotch, he groaned, hilting himself again in her silky depths as he buried his face in her hair, shuddering as he breathed in her scent. Her smaller, voluptuous body, glistening and slick with slight sweat, moulded into his muscular form, her heaving tits jiggling softly as she breathed heavily, drops of milk still dripping from her sensitive, slightly sore nipples.

He felt his swollen cock twitch and throb painfully inside her.

"I'm going to cum soon, Aphrodite." He gasped, "Tell me where you want it, or I'm dumping my load all over your daughter's cute face over there."

Aphrodite bit her lip in nervousness, unsure if he was mad enough to do exactly that. Knowing Percy, he probably would.

Her azure eyes flicked to Drew, ichor rushing to her cheeks as she saw her beautiful daughter swimming right before them, clad in a skimpy blue bikini, completely unaware of her mother getting pounded by her crush just a few feet away. Her blush deepened as she found herself wondering how her daughter would look underneath all the layers of thick, hot cum.

"N-no, just let me change position, Master." Her voice was weak and needy, and she let out a soft moan as Percy pulled out entirely, his cock leaving her feeling empty.

She collapsed to her knees as Percy removed his hands, her shaky legs not offering support to help her stay standing.

Not that she needed to stand, but still, she could have done without collapsing to the marble floor.

A pink glow surrounded her, making Percy raise an eyebrow. "What did you do now?"

Her small hand jerked his horsecock off, and Aphrodite could not but wonder at how small her hand was in comparison to his meat, staring at his glistening, slick cock with azure eyes wide with childlike wonder. Another twitch of his cock reminded her of his impending orgasm, and she hurried to move.

"Here, Master." She guided his throbbing cock to her leaking nipple, hoping that her love magic wasn't just about to let her down.

"What are you doing, slut?" Percy asked, not able to keep the amusement and pleasure from leaking into his tone as his bulbous cockhead pressed against her stiff nipple, or the feeling of her soft hands jerking off his throbbing, diamond-hard meat.

He closed his eyes, leaning back, letting Aphrodite do whatever she was trying to do with his cock.

"Fuck!" He couldn't help the loud proclamation that escaped him as he entered the fucking tightest, wettest and warmest hole he had ever fucked.

Looking down to see what she had done, Percy was met with a grinning Aphrodite, her cheeks tinged golden. His eyes bulged as he watched his bulbous cockhead disappear in her stretched, pink nipple.

"Fuck, that is some kinky shit." He grinned. "So, how does this work, slut?"

"Just fuck my slutty tits like you would any other hole." The love goddess slurred, drunk on pleasure and unable to string together proper words. "Make my tits yours."

And Percy obliged.

His balls burning for his impending orgasm, he decided to begin thrusting, long and deep, powerful thrusts that made her soft tit-flesh jiggle with every slap, slowly turning her creamy flesh red. His balls slapped her oversized balloons, leaving red marks all over the place as he continued with his frantic thrusting.

This was one of the best, if not the best, fucks he had ever received. It ranked high, too, on his kinky meter.

Damn.

His fat cock continued sliding in and out of her stretched nipple, glistening with beads of pearly milk, lubricating his shaft. It was warm and wet, and every thrust felt like he was thrusting into his own little pool of heaven, the endless supply of milk in her fat, heavy tits acting like lube.

The pearly liquid continued gushing around his cock, almost flowing unimpeded from her other teat, dripping heavily and creating a little puddle of fluids around the goddess, flowing down her sinful body to pool around her crotch.

Aphrodite was in an almost catatonic state, in a state of perpetual orgasm as her tits got fucked by Percy's horsecock. Despite his massive size, it was all she could do, even with the aid of her love magic, to accommodate the first few inches of his formidable man-meat.

Her tongue lolled out of her parted, bruised ruby lips, making her look like a stupid bitch in heat as her eyes rolled up to the back of her head. Her pussy continued spasming, her toes curling as she squirted helplessly, adding an endless pool of her nectar to the growing puddle of fluids around her crotch.

And then, Percy groaned, the dam finally bursting as he came.

His thick, white cum erupted from his cock lodged inside her tits, adding to the boiling mixture of milk and cum inside her tits.

The two did not know how long their joint orgasms lasted, Aphrodite having it worse than Percy as she was lost in a sea of bliss, in a constant sense of mind-numbing orgasm. Her mind was blank as warmth bloomed in her ballooned tits, adding to the sea of pleasure she was swimming in.

Her overinflated, F-cup tits started expanding, swelling more and more as Percy continued to fill them with his thick jizz. Her perfect tits grew from their normal basketball size steadily to beach ball size, and never stopping, beginning to sag slightly with their overwhelming weight, a mixture of the mass of warm milk and thick, fertile cum being dumped in her tits.

When he felt that she was going to burst, since Aphrodite was not capable of thought, let alone speech, Percy pulled out, pleasantly surprised to find that he could thrust back in her other breast, dumping the last of his enormous load in her other tit till both her sinful tits bloated to beach ball size, sagging till her waist.

He stood back, letting the unconscious goddess collapse to the marble floor, her abused nipples gaping as a white, slurry mixture of his thick, fertile cum and her milk gushed out of her tits, painting her already pale skin white.

"Damn. That was kinky." He looked down at his still erect, throbbing cock, glistening and slick with his cum and beads of pearly milk. "Alright, Aphrodite, you pass. Let's see how long you hold out.... Nah doesn't matter, I'm gonna fuck you for the entire day nonetheless."

He grinned slightly, looking down at her unconscious, messed up body. "You are mine, and only mine, slut. For eternity. I own your body, soul and mind."

He snapped his fingers, cleaning everything up. He looked down at her sinful, erotic body, her tits back to their massive, basketball size, her love genes immediately restoring them to the perfect, firm and round globes tightly hugging her chest as her nipples turned back to normal, still leaking some of her milk.

But all the cum he had dumped in her tits was gone, and now, Percy could enjoy her delicious milk some more.

He flashed the two of them away to his bedroom so that he could enjoy his love goddess and her delicious body in silence, leaving the girls still splashing around in the pool, still playing water polo, still ignorant of their passionate coupling.

Well, all except one.

Aphrodite's 'enough to rival a Primordial' powers could not hide their presence from the only Primordial on the island, who had seen the entire encounter.

Hidden by the shadows, Nyx moaned as she squirted again for who knows how many orgasms, her fingers working deftly as she pumped them in and out of her tight, virgin pussy as she rode out her orgasm.

The Primordial of night panted.

Damn, if only she had a camera to immortalize the entire thing in high-quality video.... wait.

In her lustful heat, embarrassment and crippling arousal at watching Aphrodite and Percy go at it like rabbits in heat, and her aroused exhilaration at masturbating in front of everybody, with only the shadows to hide her, Nyx had completely forgotten all about her being an all-powerful Primordial, able to summon anything out of thin air.

Still with her fingers in her bikini bottom, her pale, creamy tits out for everybody to view as she groped herself shamelessly, her pale, pink nipples stiff and erect, Nyx began cursing loudly.

Fuck.

Chapter 53: Roman Reigns: Part 1

Time: Next Day

"Yeah, just give me a sec," Percy spoke, leaning down to massage his calf muscles for a bit, stretching and warming up for the exciting spar that awaited him.

Damn, how many times had he sparred with Reyna already? The Roman had sworn that she would not stop fighting with him until she had finally managed to subdue him.

The day was.... hot. Too hot, in fact, to go outside. Even the normally active Calypso, used to the heat, or Asteria, who was the fucking sun herself, refused to leave the comfort of their dark, air-conditioned bedrooms, that lined the innumerable posh corridors of the mansion.

The clear azure sky looked like a fresh pool of water in spring, all blue, with not a cloud in sight. No dark-bellied, rumbling clouds that heralded the rain, relief from the intolerable tropical heat. The sun was a deadly laser, its golden rays intense and punishing, driving out all signs of life from the environment. Too bright to look at without suffering permanent optical damage, one could only feel its endless heat stinging and burning one's red skin, roasting animals alive. The only animals that could be perceived were the occasional albatross, just a speck of white on the flat sea-green of the endless ocean that stretched as far as the eye could see in all directions. The blazing hot sands of the beach, hot enough to fry an egg inside its fucking shell, looked like molten gold, an endless expanse of gold lining the beach.

The wind had dropped, such impeccable timing, too, for the cool, normally perpetual seabreeze to abruptly disappear, making Percy curse and wonder if the wind deities were playing tricks on him. Not a leaf moved on the island's innumerable trees, the normally vibrant emerald foliage drooping from the heat, dull and discoloured thanks to the dust and sand coating them. The dancing palms stood still, listless in the stuffy September heat, their shade offering little protection from the sun. The pool felt like a stupid pan, the glistening water like hot, boiling oil, reflecting the sun in its slight ripples and waves. Out of the pan and into the fire, indeed, for the marble that lined the pool felt like burning stoves. The dining room where they could have had ice cream together, was deserted too, for someone, in all their brilliance, had forgotten to shut the blinds, letting the sun in through the glass door that spanned the entire wall.

Artemis was too tired to punch Asteria in the face for making them suffer, helped by the sun goddess' constant lamenting on how stupid she was, and how she should have toned down the heat several degrees. But what was done was done, and Asteria's rampaging, slaughtering chariot on autopilot could only be controlled when the goddess returned to set.

Mercury like beads of sweat dotted Percy's forehead, and he hadn't even begun the spar yet.

"Do we really need to do this?" Percy asked the ex-Roman Praetor, but his eyes were fixated on her sexy ass, his fingers itching to grope her firm butt through the thin black fabric of her yoga pants.

"Yes, Jackson. And stop complaining." Reyna snapped at the childish Dark god, her eyebrow twitching in annoyance as she felt his eyes never leave her behind.

Reyna knew she was hot. Mad hot, enough to make most males in Camp Jupiter try to hit on her, flirt with her, use futile pick-up lines, and try to be a gentleman to get into her pants. Despite the number of balls she had kicked, every day more would turn up at her door to try and court her.

Then came along this son of Neptune with amnesia. A man who thrashed each and every single legionnaire with both his hands tied behind his back, who crushed everyone equally ruthlessly and mercilessly. Even Reyna wasn't spared. The public humiliation he had handed to the Praetor in the arena, in front of the entire population of New Rome, could never be forgotten by the gorgeous girl.

But then, instead of gloating, he had helped her become better, while trying to pick up some spear skills himself. He teased her a lot, sure, but he was still the nicest man she had ever met. He flirted with her shamelessly, even going so far as to slap her butt or give teasing slashes while sparring, showing off his superior skills as he undressed her with his sword in the middle of a fight, all while not landing a single scratch on her lithe body. If this had been any other male, they would have been six feet underground, but Reyna could never bring herself to have any serious antagony against him.

In fact, she surprised herself by blushing and acting shy and flustered. She never lost composure. Only around him.

She remembered the jealousy as she watched him get close to Hazel, the relief when he said she was his little sister, and the utter heartbreak when he kissed Annabeth right in front of her.

She should have seen it coming from far away. Percy was never subtle about it.

Hell, he even said that the only memory he had was of a girl with blonde hair, and the best grey eyes. She should have known he was taken already, his heart only beat for a single girl, but she had clung desperately to her hope.

She remembered how her heart beat faster, louder, so loud she feared someone might hear her, her cheeks heating as blood rushed to her face. She was hiding behind a pillar, watching as Percy cleaned the abandoned temple of Neptune, which stood in ruins. She remembered something about coming to offer her help and getting close to him, but the moment she had seen his bare upper body, covered with slight beads of sweat as he worked, all her thoughts had turned to mush, all her intelligence fleeing her consciousness.

She remembered the pangs of jealousy that had coursed through her body when she was informed of Percy's few flings with the female legionnaires, but still, she soldiered on, knowing that those were just that, one night stands. She remembered the abject jealousy and hatred as she eavesdropped on a conversation between a few giggling daughters of Venus about his horsecock and how well he fucked.

She should have been happy when Annabeth died. She could have had Percy all to herself.

But seeing him so devastated, she couldn't help the tears that escaped her, as her heart bled for the anguished man in front of her.

And then, shit happened, and before she knew it, she was flashed away by some stupid Greek gods to serve as Percy's concubine in his harem on Ogygia, one of twenty girls. Twenty girls, which had grown to twenty-five. Talk of shitty luck.

Reyna blushed when she abruptly realized that her dark obsidian eyes had wandered over to Percy's form, blatantly ogling the dense, oblivious Dark god as he warmed up. Shooting a prayer to the gods for her luck, and praying that Percy wouldn't notice her, she continued to stare at his body, leaning down to pretend that she was warming up, too.

Percy stood lean and tall, his chiselled frame hidden as he leaned down, doing stretches, the air around him thick with a natural, fierce possessiveness that came to him as naturally as bloodlust to Mars, a feeling that sent shivers of arousal through any female fortunate enough to feel it.

His face, better than anything even Venus herself could have ever imagined, with sharp angles that sent shadows dancing across his skin, sharp enough to make even Reyna's cold heart bleed for him. A sharp, aristocratic nose that made him look like he had been painstakingly sculpted to perfection by every deity of love and beauty across the pantheon, led to beautiful, delicious-looking ruby lips that just begged to be kissed and sucked, high cheekbones completing his regal look that could make even Reyna self-conscious. His tanned, slightly scarred golden skin slightly glistened with sweat, a slight, sexy stubble darkening his chin and chiselled, perfect masculine jaw, making him look every part the enticing Dark god he was.

A single, silver fang shaped earring glinted on his earlobe, occasionally peeking out from behind his messy raven locks to blind unwary onlookers with its brilliance. The dark tattoos on his chest were put on full display, dark ink painting his entire upper body, tattoos running down the entire length of his arms, giving him a fierce, dark look.

He was shirtless, making Reyna's cheeks heat up even further as her blush deepened, making her want to fan her face. Instead, she resigned herself to tugging at her somewhat tight sports bra, feeling stifling hot underneath the tight fabric.

She subtly turned to the only mirror in the dojo, trying to make sure that her appearance was okay.

And as usual, Reyna looked perfect, well, as perfect as she could. Always the epitome of composure, she did not have even a single dark, silky strand of hair out of place on her head. Her long, dark hair was done in a simple yet elegant braid, with a few threads of Imperial Gold that glinted in the light, reaching till her waist. Her flawless, slightly darker than golden skin glistened with slight sweat, making her look like the Latina supermodels on the Internet. Dark, obsidian eyes shined with pride under perfect eyebrows, high cheekbones and an aristocratic nose similar to Percy's completing the look. Full, ruby lips were pressed in a thin line, as Reyna tried to hide the fact that she was chewing on her lower lip out of self-conscious nervousness.

Shivers of arousal ran through her spine as she remembered the searing, sizzling feeling of Percy's delicious lips on hers.

She was wearing a slightly revealing sports bra, and tight yoga pants, trying to tease Percy into taking her right on the dojo floor as she flaunted her sexy body, toned through years of harsh training.

Her somewhat small B-cup tits were hidden by the tight sports bra, making her look almost flat-chested. Reyna frowned at that, she was quite self-conscious of her small tits as compared to the other girls' voluptuous bodies. Her eyes were drawn from her cleavage, which she had caught Percy looking at a few times, to her slender, slightly muscular arms, with her golden skin glistening. Beneath the black sports bra, her flat, toned stomach had slight abs, that made her look like a 'sexy soldier' in Percy's lewd opinion, with prominent hip bones that he loved to hold on to whenever they were alone. Tight, and thin black yoga pants were the only layer hiding her bare skin from Percy's mischievous hands. Whatever points she might have lost on her chest, were more than made up for by Reyna's much lusted after thighs and 'super ass', on par with the Hunters, or even the sexy, perfect immortals on Percy's harem.

Her thick thighs, the perfect combination of fat and muscle, ground together as she tried to stave off the little flame of lustful arousal heating up her insides. She remembered Percy telling her that he wanted to thrust his big, thick cock between her juicy thighs, slick with lube and sweat as he thrust feverishly, claiming her thighs and ass for himself. That he wanted to cum all over her thighs and legs, painting her golden skin white, that he wanted to use her thighs as earmuffs, as pillows till the end of time.

This was back when Percy was just a few months into his stay at Camp Jupiter, back when he had been absolutely shameless... well, he was still shameless, but you get the idea. Reyna found that she did not mind his words.

Her cheeks tinging pink as she realised the lewd turn her thoughts had taken, Reyna returned to checking over every inch of her body. Perfect, round and firm buttcheeks hidden behind easily torn black cotton fabric, jiggling slightly with every step she took and accompanied by her cold demeanour made her own of the biggest cocktease at Camp Jupiter.... not that anybody had had the guts to tell her that to her face, in fear of being kicked in the nuts... before, of course, Percy had come along. All the males that had lusted after her were the main reason why Reyna turned cold, and always hid herself underneath a purple toga and baggy robes that covered her body entirely.

In the end, it all came back to the same person. Percy fucking Jackson.

"You do remember the rules, right, Jackson?" She asked, picking up her Imperial Gold spear and shield.

"No powers," Her obsidian eyes briefly flicked at the Celestial Bronze bracelet Percy was wearing, which rendered him as weak as a regular mortal. "And no groping or shredding of clothes in the middle of a spar."

"Alright, Ra-Ra! Let's see, does the Roman finally reign?" Percy teased.

She gritted her teeth in response.

"Don't call me Ra-Ra!" She snapped at the annoying man child, all the while her mind was whirling, trying to come up with possible strategies and techniques.

Since Percy could no longer access any of his powers as a god or even demigod, Reyna should have had the advantage in terms of strength and speed, being the daughter of a Roman war goddess, Bellona. Keyword, should.

Reyna was, by no means, delusional. She knew that Percy was still by far, much stronger and faster than her. It was again a battle of stamina and strategy, the will of the Dark god against the Roman Praetor.

Percy raised his fists, wrapped with magical rags to prevent any serious damage to his wrists, his bare feet wrapped with the same. He sort of liked the street warrior look it gave him.

Reyna raised her shield in response, her spear close at her side, tense and ready to react to anything.

Percy let out a soft breath, tensing his muscles in preparation for a sprint.

The minute movement did not go unnoticed, however, as Reyna's eyes flicked down to his feet.

He felt a grin curl his lips. Just what he wanted.

Using her brief moment of distraction, he sprinted towards her, surprising the daughter of Bellona. He only had to get a firm hold on her spear, that was the difficult part. The rest was easy.

And it seemed that Reyna knew it, too, as she pulled back her spear quickly, turning her shield towards him as soon as she got over her surprise, quite quickly.

Percy reacted equally fast, changing direction mid-sprint to turn around her shield and get to her spear.

Reyna shifted again, turning carefully to keep her shield in Percy's direction. However, she didn't have enough time to brace herself after the turn, as Percy was right upon her the next moment.

The Dark god didn't stop this time, as he delivered a roundhouse to her shield, hooking his foot behind her shield. Displaying enormous strength, he used his other leg to jump off while pulling her shield with his foot, off-balancing her as he flipped acrobatically over her head. Reyna stumbled, and was almost sent crashing to the ground as he planted both feet on her back in another swift kick, using her as a platform as he landed gracefully on the ground.

Reyna used her spear as a pole vault, jamming its tip on the ground and letting out a short grunt as she twisted around her spear shaft, regaining balance and pulling it out of the ground in a single graceful movement, so that she was facing Percy again.

The Dark god crouched low like a tiger waiting to pounce, slowly edging around her.

Both of them knew it was a game of stamina and endurance, as Reyna tried to keep away from Percy's fists and feet, using her spear's reach to her advantage.

She delivered a series of swift jabs and swipes, always careful not to let Percy grab a hold of her spear shaft.

It was so unfair, she decided.

Percy could switch between fast and agile attacks, utilizing martial arts and twisting his flexible body like a Hunter, and the next moment, he would be using his unparalleled brute strength, standing his ground firm and utilizing blind swings and punches that could crunch bone and shatter shields. On top of that, he had his overpowered godly abilities.

The Dark god rolled to avoid another jab she had delivered, lunging towards her as soon as he landed on his feet.

Reyna jumped back, immediately tucking her spear back in, hiding her liability as she faced him again with her shield.

This time, Percy switched tactics again as he landed a brutal blow on her shield. A resounding metallic sound rang out, as Reyna gritted her teeth, feeling her arm shiver and groan, numb under the blow of his hit.

Before she could recover, Percy had gone on the offensive, giving up his quest for definite victory to take a riskier path.

His hand wrenched her shield aside, not letting Reyna let go and forcing her to turn so that she had her back against him. His other hand caught her spear, and he moved in right behind her. His taller body dominating her shorter frame, Percy moved close behind the ex-Praetor, so that her head nestled against the crook of his neck, and he could feel her sexy ass rubbing against his clothed crotch.

His one hand wrapped around her torso, forcing her to drop her shield and pinning her arm to her side as he used his grip on her spear to press the Imperial Gold shaft against her slender neck.

He blew into her ear, enjoying the shivers that ran down her body, and the goosebumps that sprang up her flawless, golden skin.

Perhaps he would have won then, but the feeling of her super sexy ass rubbing against his crotch through the thin black fabric of her yoga pants was too hard to resist.

Letting go of his grip on her arm, he smacked her sexy, firm ass hard, enjoying the feeling of her firm, toned flesh and the surprised yelp she gave, before she elbowed him hard in the ribs, forcing him to jump away.

"Damn, that hurt!" Percy groaned, but couldn't quite keep away the grin tugging at his lips as he looked at Reyna's red face and infuriated expression.

"I said, no groping!" She snapped at him, an angry vein popping on her forehead.

"Hey, hey, chill! I did not 'grope'. I spanked your ass. There is a difference. Groping makes you moan, spanking makes you make that cute little sound you made." He teased her, wearing his best charming expression.

"You're going down, Jackson!" Reyna roared, slamming her foot into her shield to send the curved piece of metal flying into her hand. She absentmindedly noted that the metal was now rubbing uncomfortably against her arm, a new thing. The bloody bastard had dented the godly metal with a single punch.

A frightened shiver ran down Reyna's spine as she charged at Percy, realizing too late that he had dented the godly metal with a punch thrown at his mortal strength.

She swiped at his feet, making Percy jump back to dodge, before jabbing quickly at the unbalanced god.

Damn.

He balanced carefully on one foot, leaning backwards at a ninety-degree angle with the ground to allow her spear to soar through empty air. His other leg immediately kicked her spear, making Reyna stumble. This time, she would have fallen too, if Percy hadn't gotten a hold of her spear shaft, using it to pull himself up.

She had gotten sloppy. Her annoyance blinding her, the aroused tingling in her clit at being spanked by the Dark god distracting her, she had messed up. She had expected Percy to hold his ground, perhaps gripping her spear, and allowing her to bash him with her shield. Now, in her position, the only thing holding her up being Percy's iron grip on her spear shaft and her shield jammed into the ground, she had nothing to defend herself with as the Dark god smoothly stood back up.

She had momentarily lapsed, thinking of him as a common enemy, forgetting his ability to shift between styles and only remembering his strength, and mistakenly thinking he would block instead of dodging. The Dark god never blocked if he could afford it.

Reyna sighed. Today was not her day to win. Perhaps that day would never come.

"Alright, you win. Again. What a surprise." She stated in a bland voice, glaring daggers at the stupidly grinning Percy. Oh, how she itched to wipe that smug smirk off his annoyingly hot face!

"Great! Then, do I get my reward?" He asked, not dropping the grin a bit.

"What reward?!" She snapped, irritated. "Wasn't slapping my ass enough of a reward?"

"Oh, trust me, Praetor, it wasn't." He grinned, snapping off his power cancelling bracelet as he stepped into Reyna's personal space. "Far from it, in fact. It just whetted my appetite. I think your juicy ass is on my menu today."

Her furious blush kicked up a few notches, painting her entire face red as Reyna blushed through her golden skin at an alarming rate. Despite the blush creeping down her neck and tinging her ears red, she never relented her furious glare at the smirking Dark god, her lips pressed into a thin line to express her dissatisfaction as she tried to make him vaporize on the spot through sheer will alone.

"I'll chop off your-"

She could not finish the much-stereotyped threat, however, as Percy pressed his lips to hers, obliterating any and all thoughts of impending doom, as her mind turned to mush, revolving only around the exotic pair of lips pressed against hers.

"Mm..." Reyna could not stifle the moan that escaped her lips as Percy continued to kiss her, wrapping his strong arms around her body and pulling her into his chest. Her sweat slickened body slid against his bare, sweaty torso with ease, as their lips moved in sync with each other. His glistening, slightly scarred skin felt smooth and warm against hers, making Reyna shiver and moan in need.

His strong arms pressed her against his chest, and Reyna reciprocated, wrapping her arms around his neck as her thighs wrapped around his waist, pulling him as close to her as humanly possible. She continued to kiss him eagerly, trying to put all the skills she knew to the test as she tried to convey the raging sea of raw emotions she felt coursing through her mind. His musky, sweaty masculine scent in her nostrils made her feel lightheaded, drunk and intoxicated, addicted to Percy.

Using the rough map of Percy's sensitive spots that she had, courtesy of the few sweet kisses she had stolen during his stay at Camp Jupiter, Reyna endeavoured to give him something that he would most definitely miss.

Perhaps, it was her way of getting back at him.

When the need to breathe became too hard to ignore, the young couple broke apart, staring into each other's eyes.

Reyna's obsidian eyes, glistening with emotion as she continued to gaze into Percy's dark, sea-green eyes. Her eyes flicked down to Percy's wet lips, making her unconsciously lick her swollen lips, trying to burn his taste permanently into her brain as she continued staring at his lips hungrily.

Neither seemed to notice that they had not let go of each other, still holding their sweaty, warm bodies close to each other.

"I want to taste your lips again. And again. And again. Everyday for the rest of my life." The semi-immortal Praetor stated breathlessly, ignoring the blood rushing to her inflamed cheeks.

"What-"

Percy's words were cut off as Reyna kissed him again, hungrily devouring his lips.

Perhaps the Roman did reign, after all.

Chapter 54: Roman Reigns: Part 2

Time: Same Time

"Why are you even here?" Percy wailed in despair, looking on incredulously as Reyna slowly stepped into the steamy jacuzzi. "It's a fucking three hundred twenty-three degrees outside! Why would you want to use the jacuzzi now?!"

"Shut up Jackson. And there is no degrees on the Kelvin scale."

"Pfft, whatever." He rolled his eyes at her, stepping into the water after her.

"Wh-why are you even following me if you- eep!" Reyna's voice came out a few octaves higher than normal as she squeaked cutely, blood rushing to colour her heated cheeks red. She immediately looked away, covering her eyes with her hand. "P-Percy! Put something on!"

"Huh? Why would you want to wear something to a bath? Are you stupid?" Percy looked at her incredulously, scoffing at her seemingly insignificant point.

He stood in the shallow pool of steaming hot water, looking over it with a critical eye. "I still don't see why you need this after every single sparring session. This is stupid. I didn't even use this during winter last year. A cold shower or bath beats anything else any day of the year."

"Put something on!" Reyna's voice was still high pitched, her shoulders and neck tinted pink. It was taking every single fibre of her willpower not to peek through her fingers.

Oh damn, she did peek.

Percy was standing in the middle of the jacuzzi, with steam hanging thick in the air around him. The water reached till his mid-thigh, leaving everything else naked to her wandering eyes.

He looked cute, every bit as clueless as he looked with a raised eyebrow, his head cocked to the side like a puppy as he seemed to seriously ponder over why she adored the jacuzzi so much. His blue towel was slung over his shoulder, and his other hand rested at his waist.

His body, tall and strong, just begged to be licked and worshipped. His tanned bronze skin glistened with slight sweat, looking like smooth, delectable chocolate in the light illuminating the steamy jacuzzi room, large enough to pass off as a hot spring. His firm, toned muscles gave his body a flawless, slim and lithe frame, his tall height and equally long arms completing the sexy swimmer look.

His adorably messy, somewhat long raven hair fell in a cute mess of darker than night, silky smooth locks that framed his face, looking like it sucked in light, giving him a dark, predatory look. His equally dark, sea-green eyes, almost as dark as her own obsidian eyes glistened and shined as he looked over at her. His hot, wet tongue, as delicious as the rest of him, darted out to moisten his equally sexy, delicious lips as his eyes roved over her body, making her shiver. Her mind not registering anything, continued to gaze over his body.

His dogtags glinted on his broad, muscle packed chest, which Reyna wanted to use as a kissable pillow for eternity. The dark ink of his innumerable tattoos painted his body in a myriad of bright and dark colours, adding to his appeal. His prominent obliques accentuated his toned ten-pack -damn- his prominent hip bones forming a 'v' that led to his cock. And damn again. His thick cock seemed semi-erect, thick and pulsing, almost as large as her entire arm. Reyna doubted that she could fit it all inside her, and she had no idea how big he was actually, as even semi-erect, he was large enough to make most of his cock disappear in the water.

It was only when Percy moved, did Reyna realise that she had dropped her hands unconsciously, and had been blatantly ogling the Dark god without shame. Blood that had never receded rushing back to her cheeks, the Roman Praetor blushed the hardest she had ever had.

Her slender, slightly muscled arms immediately came up to clutch her towel tightly around her midsection, making sure that it protected her modesty and did not slip to give the hot pervert a show.

Reyna sighed in relief, still feeling a bit exposed.

Her obsidian eyes flew back up, and her cheeks heated alarmingly as she blushed right down to her neck, almost fainting.

The buck naked Dark god was standing merely a foot away from her, looking over her form with scrutinizing sea-green eyes. His sweat slickened body right before her, making her feel slightly headed as she sniffed his masculine, musky scent.

She meekly looked up at him with wide obsidian eyes, the confident Roman Praetor gone to reveal a shy teenage girl standing half-naked before her naked crush.

Percy cupped her cheek, rubbing his thumb over her smooth, dark chocolate skin. The sexy Latina blushed harder at his gentle display of affection.

She couldn't help but lean in for a kiss, and Percy reciprocated.

Sparks flew as their lips met, moulding perfectly against each other as Percy drew Reyna into his body, holding her as close as possible. Their almost naked bodies slid against each other, their wet, glistening skin sliding smoothly against each other, feeling warm and comforting.

His fingers tangled in her dark, wet hair as he held her head, not intent on letting her go any time soon. His tongue explored her mouth, trying to memorize all her sensitive spots as he kissed her passionately, pushing her head back with his aggression as he dominated their passionate liplock.

Reyna, too, all thoughts of her modesty obliterated, wrapped her slender arms around Percy's neck, drawing him in, inviting him to claim her lips, to claim her as his. Her heart sang with pleasure- she had never felt so full.

She moaned into Percy's lips when he dropped his arms to wrap around her slender waist, his other hand cupping her impressive, firm butt. Percy masterfully hid his pleasant surprise at finding that Reyna was as naked as him underneath the wet towel covering her midsection, as he ran his fingers along her slim waist, revelling in feeling her smooth, flawless skin through the thin cotton of her towel.

Reyna reciprocated, moving her arms to massage Percy's broad shoulders and tense, firm pecs as she broke the kiss, breathless and red-cheeked.

Feeling Percy's gaze on her, Reyna hid her hot face in the crook of his neck, moaning softly against his skin as he continued exploring her behind with his skilled fingers, and gentle, teasing touches that left a trail of burning lust on her skin. Her lips brushed his skin, and to stifle the moans that threatened to escape her, Reyna reasoned, she bit down on his skin.

The groan that escaped his lips made her insides quiver pleasantly, and Reyna held on tighter to Percy. His fingers dug into her ass through the thin fabric of her wet cotton towel, his palms hard yet soft, as he massaged her firm flesh. His fingers pressed against her tight, virgin asshole, feeling her through her towel, before trailing down to find her sopping wet pussy, submerged in the warm water of the pool-sized jacuzzi.

Of course, this had an effect, and Percy never took long to get sexually aroused whenever the girls were around him. So, it was only natural that his cock hardened to diamond, pulsing and throbbing with every heartbeat as his hard, oversized man meat pressed persistently against Reyna's toned belly.

Was it that which made her push him away so abruptly and turn away?

Reyna's cheeks were set aflame when her lust addled mind finally comprehended the position she was in.

Her full, pink lips pressed against Percy's neck, feeling his pulse throb against her sensitive lips, warm and full of life. It mirrored the persistent throbbing of his monster cock against her belly, warm and strong, never allowing her to sideline it, inviting her to indulge in her carnal desire to get on her knees and worship his cock with her lips. The feeling of his strong, oversized meat sent nervous tingles running up her spine, yet excited heat pooled between her luscious thighs at the prospect of being stretched and filled so fully by this masculine, dominant alpha.

Apparently, neither the Percy Jackson merch branded nudes she had, nor the gossiping daughters of Venus preaching about his magical bitchbreaker fucking their brains out, exaggerated his size or skill in any way.

And finally, Reyna had had a firsthand experience of the same. Not only that, but she could be comforted with the knowledge that she had a permanent place in Percy's heart.

It warmed her body and mind, sending blood rushing to her cheeks.

Percy's strong scent in her nostrils playing merry Hades with her brain, his fingers playing with her body, leading her like a puppet on strings, making her feel weak and needy....

She loved every moment of it.

And that is what scared her. She shouldn't love feeling weak, should she?

Her wet towel clung to her body, almost see-through, just a translucent veil that allowed anyone to glimpse at her sinful, toned body and dark, signature Latina skin. The wet cloth stuck to her breasts, accentuating her erect, chocolate nipples and her average, B-cup tits, leading to her flat, muscled stomach and slim waist. It stuck to her juicy, impressive thighs, barely hiding her dripping, sweltering honeypot from view.

Her towel was almost slipping from her torso, and she had barely managed to keep Percy from getting a peek at her exposed tits. The golden skin of her right breast and modest cleavage were all exposed, the white fabric barely covering her sensitive nipples, which poked through the thin cloth.

Reyna chewed on her swollen, slightly bruised lips, silently pondering over if Percy hated her now for pushing him away so abruptly.

"Hey, what's the matter, Reyna?" His soft voice chased away her concerns. Percy would never hate anyone over something so trivial.

Reyna sighed in relief, trying to smother the permanent blush that refused to leave her cheeks. "Nothing, Percy. Just.... you were being indecent."

And of course, Reyna would take out all her emotions on the unlucky Dark god.

"What?!" He protested, throwing his hands up, "How was I being indecent?!"

"You are naked, Percy," Reyna spoke calmly, pink still tinging her cheeks as she looked away, putting her willpower to the test as she tried not to ogle him. She sat down, submerging herself to the shoulders in the steaming hot water, letting out a sigh of bliss as her tense muscles relaxed.

"Well, I'm bathing, ain't I?"

That made the Roman twitch. He was just standing there, waist-deep, doing nothing except irritate her to no end!

"Just shut up and let me relax, Percy. And no funny business."

He harrumphed childishly, crossing his arms as he pouted at her. His innocent expression completely clashed against his throbbing horsecock.

It was a few minutes later when Reyna realised what an enormous mistake it had been to invite the fully grown man child to a bath.

All his complaints about the warm water forgotten, his boundless energy never decreased. He created small waves with his Poseidon powers, conjuring small boats and ships as he played sea monster, where he was the sea monster. Accompanied with childish sound effects from him, he tried to retell the story of the Titanic, with a giant sea monster and how they finally defeated it, and everyone lived happily ever after. When he got bored of that, he began loudly counting the number of tiles in the room, before trailing off as he planned world domination.

"Will you stop for a moment, Percy?" Reyna snapped rising from the water, feeling irritated.

It worked like magic.

Percy immediately stopped, dropping everything as he stared at her with wide eyes, finally sitting down and submerging himself in the steaming water of the jacuzzi.

Reyna glared at him, resisting the urge to snort at his childishness.

Wait..... fuck.

Reyna yelped as she realised that she had dropped the towel she had been relentlessly clinging to for the entire time, giving Percy a complete view of her enticing body.

"Turn away, pervert Jackson!" She screamed at him, turning away as the blood rushed to her face, colouring her entire upper body slight pink. Water splashed as she dropped, curling into a self-conscious ball as she tried to hide her body, feeling embarrassed and ashamed.

She was sure that Percy did not like her body, hence his reaction. Fuck her luck.

Feeling tears well up in her obsidian eyes, she sniffed, searching for her towel.

Why was she acting like this? Why did she hate being caught off guard by Percy? Why was she off guard around him?

Percy just stared off into space, feeling his mental capabilities fried, his mind overloaded with too much.... stuff.

He knew Reyna was sexy, damn, he had shamelessly flirted with her and groped her sexy ass many times, but dammm.

Seeing her like that, all naked, exposed to him, had awakened a hungry monster in his heart, roaring for her touch, longing for him to have her, have her as his own, as his only. He did not want to share.

She stood in the water, waist-deep, her lithe, toned arms at her sides. Wet black hair framed her body, slightly sticking to her face and plastering her back, reaching till the delicious curve of her firm, toned butt. Her body was slim and toned, all her years of hard work and training at the strict Roman legion showing off in her fit frame.

If her tits were somewhat small, Percy could not complain, as a man of true blood, he preferred any pair of tits. Her firm, B-cup globes hugged her chest tightly, fitting her frame perfectly and making her look all the more enticing. Her hard, chocolate nipples invited him to taste their quality, her dark skin giving her the ideal sexy Latina look. Her bright blush showed in a slight pink tinge even through her dark skin.

His dark, lustful eyes wandered lower to the slight swell of her slim waist, her prominent, curvy hip bones inviting him to hold on to her waist, fitting perfectly into his palms. Her stomach had a slight, toned six-pack, with prominent obliques, adding to her sexy warrior look, and drawing a twitch from Percy. He wanted to see her heavily pregnant with his children.

He blinked at that. Too soon, too soon to think of breeding.

Reyna turned away in embarrassment, allowing Percy to sneak a peek of her perfect ass just slightly peeking above the water. His sharp eyes piercing through the heavy mist that hung thick in the air, he could make out her glistening chocolate skin, and every curve of her delectable body. Her ass looked as tasty as ever, a supreme example of prime female ass, round and firm, incredibly tight. Her perfectly round asscheeks just invited him to hug his face between them and motorboat her ass, the urge making his fingers twitch.

His erect, eager cock twitched as he saw the small, almost invisible, sexy tattoo on her left asscheek. It was a simple picture, a sword, crossed with a trident with cursive letters that Percy could not make out, no thanks to his dyslexia. The dark ink almost blending in with her chocolate skin didn't help either. Still, it didn't take him much to figure out what the tattoo meant.

Rivulets of water streamed down her smooth flawless skin, making her body glisten like her sleek, dark hair.

She looked a lot like Artemis, he concluded. If she had been a sexy Latina, more muscular, with a regal face.

But that didn't change anything, for he would as eagerly pound either when given the chance. Reyna was his Latina, and Artemis was his cute Huntress. All that he cared about, was that they belonged to him, and him alone.

Waving his hand and making all the small boats and ships he had summoned, disappear, Percy made his way to the stationary Roman Praetor, wading powerfully through the thigh-high water.

Reyna's quiet sobs stilled as she felt Percy's long, warm and strong arms wrap around her stomach.

His warm breath tickled her neck, sending goosebumps up her flawless skin and making her shiver. "P-Percy, w-what are you.... doing..."

Her voice trailed off into a soft moan as she felt his grip on her stomach tighten, pulling her into his muscle packed, broad chest. His nose buried into her wet hair, as he inhaled her scent, a shudder running through his body.

He felt so warm, so comforting and protective, that Reyna never wanted to leave his embrace.

"N-no..." So, she was in denial, was she?

His thick, throbbing cock nestled between her beautiful asscheeks, making Percy pant as his thick meat throbbed powerfully in need. Her flawless, smooth skin and warm, soft flesh massaged his horsecock, and he doubted that Reyna couldn't feel it throbbing against her crotch.

"You're so beautiful, Reyna." He muttered, blowing into her ear and making her spine tingle pleasantly. His lips brushed against her smooth, creamy shoulder, making her pant heavily and moan beautifully, music to his ears.

"N-no. I-I'm not so beautiful."

"And what makes you say that?" His voice was silky smooth, alluring like the Devil itself whispering in her ears.

His fingers traced the lines of her abs, barely touching and ghosting across her flawless skin, making her stomach quiver. His masculine scent was foremost on her mind, playing merry Hades with her brain, making her entire body quiver and tingle in previously unknown ways. Not necessarily unpleasant, though.

Reyna knew that her sweltering pussy, throbbing in need of his touch, was sopping wet by that point. She could feel the warmth, somehow different from the warmth of the water around them, against her thighs and crotch.

She wondered if Percy could feel it too.

His hands wandered, his left cupping her exposed right breast, while his other hand, moved to gently cup her dripping sex.

She felt like she would faint any moment now. "Wh-what are you doing, Percy?"

He continued kissing her neck and shoulders. "What I'm doing is not important. What is important, is why you don't think you're sexy."

"W-well... I don't have big tits like the others.... and-and...." She trailed off.

"And you're an idiot." Percy completed the sentence for her, kissing her neck again. "Hence proved."

"Wh-why are you doing this? Is it just to make me feel good?"

"Let's say.... it's to make both of us feel good." If there was something that Reyna had learnt from her time around Percy, it's to never trust that tone of voice.

And rightly so, as she moaned, her knees weakening as she almost collapsed, barely held up by Percy's strong arms holding her tightly against his body.

His breath, warm and comforting, tickled her skin, sending little excited shivers up her spine as his rough hands went to work, performing miracles on her body, playing her like a flute.

His fingers squeezed and kneaded her firm tit-flesh, rubbing her stiff, dark nipple against his rough, calloused skin. His fingers dug into her firm flesh as he continued caressing her B-cup tits, putting all of his skills to the test, determined to make Reyna remember her first time. Making a mental map of her sensitive spots as he continued groping her tits, Percy kneaded, rolled and squeezed her soft tits in his rough, strong palm, determined to leave red marks and make her chest sore. Her skin, slick with water, slid smoothly against his, glistening slightly in the light illuminating the jacuzzi.

Reyna turned her head towards him, breathless and blushing, pressing her lips to his in an attempt to appear in control of the situation. Immediately, Percy invaded her hot little mouth with his tongue, determined to make her his. Her head was forced back with the raw passion with which he kissed her, his hands still hard at work moulding her body, playing with her sensitive spots.

Reyna's succulent thighs quivered around Percy's hand nestled against her wet cunt, her body trembling in untold pleasure that made her thoughts go hazy.

Her hands went haywire as she tried to occupy herself, resorting to reaching back and stroking Percy's dick in an awkward position.

Her body twisted in an unnatural position, showing off her hard-earned flexibility as she allowed herself to be shamelessly groped by Percy's strong, rough hands, as she stroked his dick nestled between her asscheeks, her head turned towards him as they kissed.

Percy's fingers teased her like there was no tomorrow, circling her wet, throbbing pussy and never touching what she really wanted him to touch, as he continued ghosting across the sensitive, smooth skin of her inner thighs, making her quiver. His palm collected the pool of warm, saccharine fluids leaking from her needy cunt, smearing it on her skin, and making it glisten. Her puffy pussy lips glistened like chocolate, every inch the delectable Latina pussy Percy had envisioned, making him enjoy teasing the frustrated Roman Praetor all the more. His fingers spread her lower lips, making another gush of fluids to moisten his fingers, before massaging them into her glistening crotch like lotion.

Nibbling gently on her lower lip, he tweaked her stiff, dark nipple between his fingers, the same moment he finally granted her wish, thrusting three fingers into her tight, needy cunt and making her moan into his mouth.

Reyna came undone almost immediately, moaning loudly as she orgasmed, squirting helplessly into the steaming waters of the jacuzzi surrounding them. Her sweet nectar pooled in Percy's waiting palm as her knees weakened, almost letting her drop into the pool. As it was, Reyna was only kept up by Percy's hand sandwiched between her thick thighs. Her molten pussy walls spasmed around his fingers, tightening and clenching around his digits as she squirted, gasping and red-cheeked at how easily she had climaxed.

Reyna broke the kiss she had shared with Percy, red-cheeked and breathless. Her swollen, slightly bruised lips glistened with saliva and she swallowed the excess saliva in her mouth before looking away, sure that there was steam coming out of her ears at the lustful gaze Percy was sending her way.

She decided to indulge him a bit as she wiggled her waist, sliding his thick meat between her firm asscheeks. She could feel him throbbing against her back, as she continued stroking him with her hands, adding her asscheeks to the sensuous massage she was giving to his sandwiched meat.

Her heart beat faster as she finally got a grip of how large he was. She could feel at least thirteen inches of prime man meat, a whopping three inches wide in girth, against her back. Her fists did not fully wrap around his cock, and even her admittedly impressive ass was not able to fully envelop his erection.

The groan that Percy emitted spurring her on with lewd little tremors, Reyna renewed her stroking his cock with renewed vigour, eager to return the favour.

His fingers remained buried in her dripping snatch, fingering her to another soon approaching orgasm, as Percy removed his other hand from groping her tits to wrap around her slim waist, seeking to balance himself.

Percy's waist moved of its own accord, moving in sync with her wiggling hips as he tried to get himself off. The sensitive lower side of his shaft was embraced by her firm, chocolate asscheeks, warm and soft, making him twitch as he trusted between her asscheeks, enjoying the assjob she was giving him.

Her small hands stroked his throbbing cock, feeling every vein and ridge against her smooth palms as she continued jerking him off, feeling for all intents and purposes, that she was jerking off a horse.

Her hands wrapped around his bulbous cockhead, easily as large as her fists, giving him a few small, easy jerks as she tried to give him the best handjob she could in her position.

She blushed again, feeling the steady stream of warm precum he was leaking. The clear fluid carried a thick, musky and addictive scent that reached Reyna's nostrils, making her feel light-headed and intoxicated on his scent, on his cock.

She felt the warm fluid, warm and slick against her smooth, soft palms, and continued to stroke his cock, smearing his precum all over his throbbing meat like lube. Now with his slick precum aiding her efforts, her hands slid smoothly over his cock, making him moan as he continued thrusting frantically between her asscheeks.

She moaned at the feeling, massaging his cum duct, easily as large as the average man's cock, with her thumbs, as she twisted her fists, trying to give the Dark god the maximum pleasure she could. She could feel him twitching between her cheeks, throbbing in sensual pleasure.

"Yes, Percy. You like fucking my slutty asscheeks, yeah?" She moaned sultrily, feeling him throb at her words.

"Don't call me Percy.... Praetor." He hissed through gritted teeth, feeling a familiar burning in his balls as he inched ever closer to an explosive orgasm. He clenched his abs, desperately trying to stave off his impending climax.

How could Reyna make him come so soon? How was she so skilled?

He decided to ask her.

"I practised with a dildo, sir. The daughters of Venus were selling Percy Jackson porn and all that, so I decided to confiscate their entire stock, deeming it indecent."

"Oh? When was that?" It physically hurt him to hold a conversation with such a casual air when the rest of his body was groaning under his approaching orgasm.

"When you were away questing with Frank and Hazel, sir." A slight grin broke out on Reyna's lips as she heard Percy pant heavily, his voice shaky as he struggled to get the words out.

"And then you used those confiscated stuff to get your own ends. You're such a slutty Praetor, Reyna. Did you hide a vibrator in your panties when you sat at the Senate, too? Did you think of this horsecock pounding your cute little brains out when the little boys at Camp Jupiter were flirting with you? Is that why you got the tattoo on your ass?"

Reyna's ears tinged red as she blushed the hardest she had yet. She had completely forgotten that Percy could see the black tattoo on her chocolate ass, saying that she was 'Property of Percy Jackson'.

"Yes, sir." Her voice was meek, shy.

Her pussy was leaking copious amounts of her juices, drenching Percy's hand as he continued to pump his fingers in and out of her wet cunt, teasing her clit with his thumb.

"You don't have any idea how many times I looked at your ass wiggling about as you bossed everyone around, and said, damn. I always wanted to throw you down on the ground, tear your clothes off and mount you in the middle of New Rome. I wanted to pound you into the ground in front of everybody, show them whose slut you were." Beads of sweat, like mercury, rolled down his tanned, bronze skin.

Percy threw his head back, groaning as he felt himself cross the line of no return, losing his steady rhythm, instead quickening his frantic thrusts between Reyna's delectable asscheeks.

"Are you going to cum, sir?" Damn, Reyna was getting into this. Her innocent voice made Percy twitch again in her hands.

"Yes, Praetor!" He gasped. "Where do you want it?"

Reyna chewed on her lower lip for a moment. "Please dump your load inside one of my tight, virgin holes, sir. Make me yours. Mark me as your property."

If Percy was surprised at her request, he did not show it, or was merely unable to. Or his senses overshadowed by the desperate need to cum, Percy placed his hands on her perfect, superb asscheeks and spread them, revealing her tight, puckered asshole.

Reyna's thighs shook in excitement, but she held herself up, but only barely. She felt Percy's fingers, wet and slick with her fluids, smear her feminine nectar onto her flawless skin, digging into the brown flesh of her ample, bubble butt.

"Are you ready?" Percy asked, a hint of worry and desperation creeping into his tone as he positioned his cockhead right at her backdoor.

"Yes sir. Make soup of my insides." Reyna gave him a confident grin.

Percy matched her smile, placing his hands on her slim waist for leverage as he prepared to thrust himself balls deep inside her tight looking ass.

He eased himself in, letting Reyna get used to the feeling of his cockhead stretching out her ass, making her moan.

The head itself made her feel like someone was shoving a fist inside her ass, and as someone who had never had anything inside her backdoor, it was a completely alien feeling to the Roman Praetor. But definitely not undesirable.

Percy's grin widened at her tightness, and the force he had to put just to get his head in. His cock throbbed uncontrollably, eager for the orgasm he was teetering on the edge of.

Finally throwing all caution to the wind, Percy thrust in, sheathing more than half of his cock in. Aided by the slickness provided by his precum smeared meat, he slid smoothly in, aided by his unmatched godly strength behind his waist.

Reyna screamed loudly at the sudden feeling of being stretched out more than she had ever been in her life by the throbbing monster meat belonging to her crush. Her cunt spasmed at the feeling, and Reyna was sent back to the lustful, ecstatic high she had just come down from, as she squirted helplessly everywhere, caught in the throes of another orgasm.

She would have blushed again at the ease with which she came, like some common slut, but Reyna was too busy moaning and losing whatever remained of her mind, unclouded by the haze of lust and bliss, over the feeling in her ass.

She did not know sex could have ever felt sooo good. If she had known, she would have thrown all her dignity to the wind, and spread her legs for her son of Poseidon a long time ago. The daughters of Venus had had the right idea.

She could feel her insides quivering, and Percy was not even fully inside her yet.

The god gasped, feeling her slick, rubbery walls, tight and wet, around his veiny meat. Her muscles hugged his cock greedily, moulding to every ridge and vein, as he just held his position for a moment, savouring the feeling of being inside the ass he had desired for so long to be his.

The next moment, his mind was overcome with the unparalleled need to nut, however, making Percy withdraw his waist, leaving only the tip of his cock inside Reyna.

She gasped at the feeling, her ass stretched out and ready to take his thick cock, making her feel empty and excited, her thighs quivering in anticipation for what was to come. The warm water of the jacuzzi that she stood in, did not even register in her mind, her lower half almost going numb from pleasure. The only things her lust addled mind could comprehend were the feeling of Percy's warm, rough hands tightly gripping her slim waist, the feeling of his cockhead inside her, and her anal walls stretched out to take him.

She arched her back, a scream tearing from her throat as Percy thrust back in, relying on his godly strength to bury himself to the balls inside her unbelievably tight ass.

Percy buried his face in Reyna's sleek, glistening dark hair, inhaling her scent as he held his position, feeling his body tremble, his knees weakening from the approaching orgasm. He groaned, his lips brushing her flawless, dark chocolate skin as he savoured the feeling of his horsecock throbbing inside her ass.

"I-I can feel your cock in my stomach, sir." Reyna decided to talk dirty, trying to get Percy off. "Do you like your horse cock ripping my ass in half, sir?"

Percy groaned again, withdrawing his hips slightly before thrusting back into her ass. The water around them splashed as his waist slapped against her firm, glistening flesh, making her chocolate ass ripple and jiggle with the force of his thrust.

"Yes, please sir. Fuck my tight little virgin ass. I am such a slut, sir, I saved all of my body for you to defile sir. Please cum all over my body, and pump me full of cum, too, sir. Mark this slut as yours."

Percy bucked his hips again, sending his cock even deeper. He could feel himself hitting the slick walls of her intestines with every thrust. His balls, heavy with thick, potent cum, nestled against her dripping wet pussy, feeling her aroused warmth radiating from her sweltering honeypot like heat from a campfire.

Groaning as he felt his cock throb uncontrollably at her words, Percy started thrusting inside her ass frantically, trying to get himself off. He felt his balls churn, signalling that the much-awaited climax was not far.

Reyna's eager words spurred him on.

"Yes, fuck me like that, sir!"

Percy settled for short, machine-gun thrusts, bucking his hips to drive his cock as deep as he could go.

"Yes, sir! Break your slutty bitch with your massive horsecock!" Reyna's words, screamed and slurred in a drunken, lustful high, echoed through the jacuzzi chamber, deserted save for the young couple, locked in the throes of passionate sex.

True to her words, he felt like he was going to rip her lower body in half any moment. His oversized cock plunged in and out of her sacred, untouched depths which probably nothing else would ever be able to enter, rearranging her organs and moulding her body in its own shape. Her tight, rubbery walls clung to every ridge and vein of his slick cock with an almost desperate hunger, reflecting her own pleasure and longing for him and his body.

She felt like she was nothing but a helpless slut, a pretty little fuck toy, as she got her ass fucked hard by her stud of a Dark god, her knees weak, his strong hands the only thing holding her up. She felt like someone was shoving an entire arm up her ass, and it felt beautiful, ecstatic.

Every time he retreated, leaving her empty, he drove back in faster, never letting her come down from the almost permanent high of pleasure he had sent her up, slamming straight into her belly with every thrust.

Her beautiful ass rippled every time his waist slammed against hers, her firm, bountiful chocolate flesh jiggling uncontrollably as he thrust at a rapid pace. Her flawless chocolate skin slowly assumed an angry, red tinge, showing her soreness through her dark, Latina skin. His heavy balls constantly slapped her dripping wet pussy and clit, making her feel like he was spanking her slutty pussy with every thrust. She was sure that her entire crotch was turning red from the utterly brutal sex that Percy was inflicting upon her.

But she found herself unable to complain. This was the most pleasure she had ever had, or, if her guess was correct, was going to ever have. Only matched by when he fucked her senseless again.

Tears of shame, pain and pleasure welled in her obsidian eyes, but she refused to shed them, her cheeks tinged red at her self depreciative thoughts and how wet her pussy got at those thoughts.

She could hardly believe the words tumbling out of her own mouth. "Yes! I'm your slut, sir! Please use my tight little ass to get yourself off! I'll never wear pants ever in my life, again, so that you can fuck me wherever, whenever you want! I'll bend over the table in the middle of dinner so that you can pound my brains out in front of all the other girls, sir, just please, promise to keep fucking me!"

Her blush intensified.

Percy groaned, finally tipping over the edge at her words. "Damn, Praetor, I'm coming! You better take all of it, you slut!"

Reyna moaned, her eyes rolling into the back of her head as she felt warmth bloom in her stomach.

"Yes, sir...." She trailed off, slurring slightly, intoxicated and high on lust. Her tongue lolled out of her mouth, a trail of saliva making her flawless chocolate skin glisten. She felt his swollen cock throb, lodged deep inside her ass, as a thick spray of cum erupted from him, painting her inside walls white. And once the tap was on, it never ended, making Reyna feel like she was drowning in a sea of bliss and addictive cum as Percy obliged with her words, pumping her full of cum. It felt like Reyna had a firehose inside her stomach, she could almost feel every rope of cum that he sprayed inside her, almost hear the sounds of his balls churning to empty themselves inside her tight, lithe body.

Her body responded likewise, her pussy spasming as she came helplessly, her sweltering cunt squirting her warm, sweet fluids all over Percy's balls and the jacuzzi.

His hips bucked, sending him even deeper inside her, making her cry out in untold ecstasy as her orgasm prolonged, an endless sea of bliss as Percy continued pumping her full of his thick seed. Every second seemed to stretch on a decade, as Reyna's body twisted and writhed and struggled in Percy's iron grip, but she never wanted this to end. His unforgiving fingers dug in her waist, making red marks appear on her otherwise flawless skin, but Reyna found herself unable to complain.

Reyna gave another low, tired moan as she felt her toned stomach begin to bloat. Her stomach and intestines were full of Percy's thick seed, and he showed no sign of stopping any time soon, making her stomach bloat out obscenely.

Her mind was fried with pleasure, all the bodily sensations she was feeling too much for her to even begin to comprehend.

Percy sighed when he finally felt the mind-numbing orgasmic pleasure subside. His still erect, diamond-hard cock throbbed in Reyna's tight ass, serving as a buttplug sealing all of his thick cum inside her bloated stomach.

"Hey, Ra-ra?" Percy asked.

Reyna could only mewl in response. Yes, she was getting delirious.

She looked down at her bloated stomach, making her look heavily pregnant with triplets. Her toned abs were long gone, to give place to a bloated stomach sloshing about with thick cum.

She moaned, laying a hand on her stomach, feeling the warm, thick cum sloshing around in her distended stomach. Was this supposed to feel so good?

"Oh, fuck." Percy cursed, holding her up with his arms under her chest, over her horribly bloated stomach, to compensate for her weak knees.

He came too much.

Again.

He withdrew his hips, making Reyna mewl and whimper needily again as his cock left the tight, warm and wet confines of her ass, leaving her feeling empty again. With a lewd, wet squelch, Percy's dirty cock left her stretched, gaping asshole, making a torrent of cum gush out of her ass, dripping in the waters of the jacuzzi and making it milky with thick globs of semen.

Reyna made a dissatisfied sound, summoning whatever strength she could to clench her asscheeks tightly, sealing the majority of his load inside her ass.

She immediately whirled around, jumping up to kiss Percy. Her bruised, glistening lips met his, her thighs wrapping around his waist almost simultaneously as Percy's hands flew up to her thighs, almost on instinct. His fingers dug into the luscious, chocolate flesh of her thighs as they shared another heated kiss, their naked bodies mashing against each other.

Reyna involved tongue first, this time, and Percy was only too eager to return, tangling with her tongue in a battle for dominance, which he inevitably won. Gleeful at her submission, he explored her wet mouth eagerly, making the Roman moan softly into his mouth.

His cock was nestled between her tightly clenched asscheeks, and she felt him throbbing, erect and raring to go, again. Although most of his load was still sealed deep inside her stomach, a few thick globs of cum escaped her tightly sealed asshole, smeared onto Percy's thick meat as she ground her ass against his shaft.

"Percy...." She stared deeply into his dark, lustful sea-green eyes, before breaking into a sultry grin. "Ready for round two?"

"How do you want it this time, Praetor?" He matched her grin, bucking his hips to accentuate his words. His waist ground against her dripping wet cunt, making Reyna moan slightly as he rubbed her sensitive clit.

"Take me on the ground. Right there." She pointed weakly at the marble slabs lining the steaming jacuzzi.

A thick mist hung in the air, and Reyna's forgotten cotton towel was nowhere to be seen, as Percy nodded, complying with her request.

He held Reyna as tightly as he could with her bloated stomach, before giving up. His hands travelled to grope her butt again, mashing her asscheeks on his cock to give him another sensuous massage, aided by the cum smeared on her ass.

The Praetor held on to Percy, burying her face in his chest as he moved, yelping slightly with every step as she bounced, her ass pressed against his thick, unyielding meat. Every step, every bounce made the cum slosh around inside her, making Reyna feel full, and pleasantly uncomfortable as she desperately clenched her ass, intent on keeping her hard-earned cum inside her for as long as possible.

His musky, sweaty scent, like potent aphrodisiac, made her feel lightheaded, hungry for his cock.

Percy set her down at the edge of the jacuzzi, and Reyna straightened slightly when she felt the cold stone touch her ass, sore from all the groping, immediately missing the warmth of his cock lovingly sandwiched between her cheeks.

He snickered at her reaction to the cold stone, making her shoot a small glare in his direction.

Not seeing him stop anytime soon, Reyna took the logical step.

She shut him up with her lips, kissing him again as her hands rested on his broad shoulders, not letting him move. She could feel the thick cum slosh around in her stomach, but she could not care less. Her pussy quivered at the feeling, leaking a fresh wave of her nectar, as cum continued to drip from her asshole, smeared on the marble she was sitting on.

His erect, throbbing cock, dirty and slick with his cum, rubbed against Reyna's bloated stomach, as if gently caressing her pregnant belly.

Percy was the one to break the kiss, grinning down at her. "What do you want to do, Praetor?"

"Let me clean you up, sir." Reyna smiled up at him, spinning around on the marble to assume her position.

She lay down on her back on the dirty marble, smeared with his cum and her fluids, feeling them warm and slick against her back. Not wanting to get her long and sleek obsidian hair dirty, well, as clean as she could keep it, she dumped her hair in the warm waters of the jacuzzi as she laid her head right at the edge, eager to take Percy's dirty cock down her throat.

"I'm ready, sir. Please use my mouth and throat to clean yourself." She said in as innocent a voice as she could manage, internally smiling with glee as she saw Percy's glistening cock give an aroused twitch at her voice.

"Aah..." She intoned, opening her mouth and sticking her tongue out greedily, hungrily staring at Percy, or rather his throbbing, glistening cock barely inches away from her parted lips, upside down.

"Damn slut." Percy cursed under his breath, despite the grin tugging at his face.

"I'm your-" Reyna could not complete the sentence, however, as Percy moved forward, probing her swollen pink lips with his cockhead.

The Roman responded eagerly, opening her mouth wide with another greedy, "Aah!"

"Good slut." Percy praised as he entered her hot, wet mouth with his cock, pausing a bit to let her clean his glistening head first.

And Reyna did not disappoint. She never did.

Her swollen lips formed a wet, warm seal around his bulbous head as she sucked hard, trying not to disappoint him through her inexperience at giving a blowjob.

Her tongue lapped at his drooling head as she tried to clean him like a needy bitch in heat, licking off everything that coated his cock, seemingly not minding the fact that it had been inside her ass. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked lightly, treating his cock like it was the tastiest lollipop she had ever had, and it might just have been. The ample stream of pre that he leaked from his tip sent her tastebuds singing in ecstasy, and she could only revel in the taste of her own ass on his meat. Specks of cum still stuck to his head, but not for long, as Reyna eagerly swirled her tongue around his head, intent on completely cleaning him and bathing him in her warm saliva as she swallowed the disgusting mixture of substances coating his cock.

Percy groaned at Reyna's enthusiasm, his cock twitching as he heard the audible, lewd gulps she made as she hungrily swallowed the cum and her waste coating his cock.

Looking down at her, he saw slight drool escape the tight seal formed by her pink lips, trailing down her cheeks and staining her flawless, glistening chocolate skin. Her cheeks were hollowed as she sucked tightly on his bulbous head, like it was the most delicious meal she had ever had.

His eyes trailed down to her body, and whatever disappointment he felt at not being able to see her perfect, toned ass was quickly squashed by her firm, petite breasts and bloated stomach. The alpha inside him that continuously told him to breed his females, purred at seeing her bloated stomach, making her look nine months pregnant, though he knew she wasn't.

He felt his cock give another twitch inside her mouth, smearing another fresh stream of precum on her wet, velvet tongue.

"Damn, suck my cock well, slut!" Percy ordered, feeding Reyna more of his thick man meat.

Reyna complied eagerly, trying to smother her gag reflex as Percy's cock stretched out her tight throat, the pain that usually accompanied shoving such big objects down one's throat replaced by pleasure.

Percy groaned in pleasure as he felt his cock disappear down Reyna's tight throat, her muscles massaging, clinging to every ridge and vein of his throbbing cock. Her wet tongue lapped helplessly at his shaft, trying to clean him up as Percy drove his meat down her throat, stretching her body beyond anything she had imagined possible, all to take his oversized slab of prime, veiny man meat inside her.

She continued sucking him off as Percy finally managed to shove all his thirteen inches of fat cock down her throat, his dirty balls nestled against her face and her lips pressed against his crotch. He held the position for a bit, allowing Reyna to get used to the feeling before he started properly fucking her throat.

He looked down, grinning slightly at the obviously ungodly size of his cock inside her throat. Her throat bulged obscenely, every ridge of his disgusting and dirty, veiny meat visible as an outline through her chocolate skin.

He decided to tease her, running a finger along her neck, feeling the gentle pressure of his finger on his cock, through her throat. It only served to make Reyna suck even harder on his filthy cock, hungrily swallowing the mixture of fluids coating his meat like her life depended on it.

His sea-green eyes, shining with mirth, flicked upward, seeing her chest heave, making her perky, chocolate tits jiggle on her chest. Her writhing had a much more pronounced effect on her bloated stomach, making it sway slightly from side to side.

Reyna had never been in such a degrading position in her life, treated like nothing but a lowly bitch in heat.

Her chest burned from lack of air, but she was reluctant to let Percy's cock leave from her throat. Her throat hurt from being stretched so much, and she felt him constantly leak an endless stream of precum that only added to her already bloated stomach. Her asscheeks hurt from being so tightly clenched so long, but she refused to let go of the load she had earned, thick cum sloshing about deep in her bowels. But the powerful throbbing of his cock, and the disgusting mixture of cum and shit his cock, seemed like nectar to her, making it all worth it.

Tears streamed down her face, staining her flawless, glistening chocolate skin, as did saliva and some of the disgusting mixture coating his cock that escaped her lips, but Reyna could only lament the loss of some more tasty drink that she could have swallowed. Percy's heavy balls, full of thick, potent cum, the same cum that her ass had been pumped full of, made her whole body quiver and tingle in delicious ways. She could feel the lustful heat emanating from his balls like heat from a campfire, making her nuzzle his balls affectionately. The fact that they were coated too, in a mixture of her nectar and his seed, was lost upon her, as she continued lovingly nuzzling his ballsack, closing her eyes and enjoying the warmth on her face.

Percy withdrew, finally preparing to begin fucking Reyna's impossibly tight throat like she wanted him to.

When he felt he had retreated enough, though the majority still remained inside the tight seal formed by her swollen, pink lips and tight throat, his eyes flicked down to examine the exposed part of his impeccably clean, glistening horse cock. Grinning slightly in satisfaction, yet giving a slight twitch of arousal as he realised that she had completely cleaned her own shit off his cock, Percy bucked his hips, driving his diamond-hard cock back where it belonged.

He was still having trouble comprehending the utter sin of his erotic situation.

He had seen a lot of kickass, sexy warrior girls in his lifetime, but Reyna easily took the cake. Even the burning hatred displayed man-hating Artemis and her equally man-hating Hunters could not compare to the utterly cold indifference which Reyna showed to the males attempting to flirt with her.

And now, this spectacularly gorgeous, badass Roman Praetor whom he had never even seen lose her composure, let alone request anything, was on her back, hungrily cleaning her own shit and his cum off his horsecock.

The sheer lewdness of the situation made his cock twitch, made him even more eager to defile her untouched body, to ruin her utterly and completely, to see her degrade herself, to see her be his bitch.

Percy started thrusting, switching his earlier frantic, machine-gun thrusts for long and hard thrusts that made his crotch slam against her lips every time he bottomed out in her throat. His balls slapped her face with every thrust, and he was determined to bruise her swollen, pink lips.

Percy leaned down, grabbing a firm hold of her B-cup tits, using her modest chest as leverage as he continued to fuck her throat with an almost violent aggression, the sounds of her gagging and choking on his dick only serving to spur him on faster.

His thumbs flicked her stiff nipples, his rough hands massaging her tits as his hips moved almost on autopilot, never stopping fucking her tight throat. His fingers dug into the soft flesh of her tits, her glistening chocolate flesh spilling out between his fingers.

Then, Percy, ever the grown man child, decided to do what he had wanted to do since the start.

He slammed his hand down on Reyna's bloated stomach, feeling as if he had just slammed his hand into a balloon full of thick cream.

Reyna screamed around his cock, sending pleasurable vibrations up his meat as her eyes rolled into the back of her head through sheer ecstasy. Her thighs snapped up, spasming like her pussy in an uncontrollable orgasm, perhaps the fifteenth or so of the night so far as she squirted helplessly, her body locked and writhing in a nerve frying, burning orgasm at the feeling of the contents of her bloated stomach being forcefully ejected out of her ruined asshole.

A thick spray of the vile, disgusting mixture Reyna had struggled to keep inside her ass hit the marble, painting it white as everything inside her ass was forcefully ejected out of her gaping, ruined asshole. All the while, Percy just enjoyed the show as he continued fucking the tight throat of his delirious Praetor through her orgasm, watching as she helplessly splattered the otherwise clean marble of the jacuzzi with a dirty mixture of gallons of his thick jizz and her shit.

Percy withdrew his cock from Reyna's tight throat, ready for the next round. She was sucking so hard on his slick meat that he left her lips with a wet, lewd pop. A thin, glistening stream of saliva connected her lips with his cock, which Reyna broke as she leaned up, lapping up all the excess saliva coating his meat.

She exchanged a lewd, tongue filled French kiss with his drooling cockhead, that made Percy moan at the sensation. Her lingering, lewd parting kiss done with, Reyna laid back down on her back, panting slightly in lust as she looked up at his cock and his heavy ballsack hanging barely inches from her face.

Unable to resist the urge anymore, she leaned up again, placing a gentle, loving kiss on his balls, filled with cum that she was more than definitely, addicted to.

"Are you ready for the next round, Praetor?"

"Yes, sir. Please use my body as your fuck toy, I just want you to put your cock inside me, sir. I want, no, I need your cum, sir, anywhere- inside me, inside my stomach and my slutty pussy and my ass, and I will eat only your cum for all my meals...." She trailed off, her lust addled mind struggling to string together legible words as she devolved to lustful panting, feeling like a bitch in heat.

But any sense of shame Reyna might have had, had been brutally and utterly shattered a long time ago, and she resigned herself to nodding frantically, staring up at Percy's throbbing, glistening cock dripping with her saliva, with wide, innocent obsidian eyes brimming with worship and devotion.

Percy grinned at her submissiveness, flipping her around effortlessly.

Reyna's now once again toned stomach, complete with her abs, ground against the dirty marble as Percy bent her over the edge of the jacuzzi, in doggy style.

She bit her lip as her pussy quivered in arousal, feeling Percy's cock throbbing against her thighs.

The Dark god bent over her body, using his long reach to push her head to the marble floor, making her moan slightly in protest. The dirty, disgusting mixture of cum and shit smeared her cheek, her tits and abs, complete dirtying her, but apart from the slight moan, Reyna made no effort to resist his degrading actions, even enjoying the feeling of the warm wetness.

"Slut, you have made a mess on my marble. Clean it up." Percy ordered, slapping her ass to accentuate his words. He paused to watch her red ass jiggle madly at the slap he had administered, her smooth skin glistening in the light. A red handprint clearly marked the spot he had slapped her, visible through her dark, chocolate skin.

With a slight yelp of surprise escaping her, Reyna tried to look back. "But-"

"Did I say you could talk back?! Be a good bitch, and clean. It. Up." He asked, spanking her sore, slightly red asscheeks again.

"Yes, sir." Reyna whimpered, trying to hide her eagerness as she turned back to the filthy mixture of fluids, gingerly sticking out her tongue as she began to lick up the mess derived straight from her stomach, from the dirty marble floor. Her body and tastebuds refused to cooperate whatever sane part of her brain still existed unaffected by the lust that clouded her judgment and actions. The small part of her brain that told her licking up her own waste was bad and dirty, was ignored, as Reyna lost herself in the sea of lewd, erotic sensations assaulting her mind and body.

Percy paid no attention to the Roman Praetor licking up the disgusting, thick and viscous concoction of cum and shit from the floor, instead admiring and spreading her perfect, firm and round asscheeks.

Her previously impossibly tight asshole, which a single, small finger or anal bead would struggle to get in, was gaping, utterly ruined by his man meat, Percy could not help but observe with a small hint of pride seeping into his features. A few beads of cum still dripped from her ruined asshole.

He rubbed the tattoo on her asscheek, his finger lightly tracing the black ink showing the crossed sword and trident. At such a close proximity, he could finally make out the elaborate, cursive words with slight difficulty.

Property of Percy Jackson.

He felt a grin curl on his lips at the Roman Praetor's eagerness to admit that her ass was his property, and his alone.

He could not help but spank her again, feeling her flawless, baby smooth skin against his rough palm. Her chocolate skin was tinged red, and was probably sore, too, but as if Percy gave two shits about that.

"Slut, what is this on your ass?"

Reyna had the decency to blush.

"It is a tattoo, sir."

"I can see that. It is a slutty tattoo."

"I'm your slut, sir."

Percy grinned, apparently happy with the answer. "Good girl. Now clean up the mess you made, and I'll give you a reward."

"But, now, the question is," He continued, spreading her asscheeks with his hands. His fingers sank into the deliciously soft yet firm, chocolate flesh, and he could not help but rub her smooth, warm and soft skin again, marvelling at the flawless perfection of her ass, that even Aphrodite had difficulty attaining. His dark, sea-green eyes immediately sought out her gaping, ruined asshole, with slight remnants of the heavy, creamy load he had hosed down her ass. Her beautiful, divine chocolate flesh seemed to go on forever, the perfect curves of the mounds of her asscheeks giving way to equally thick thighs, just the perfect combination of muscle and fat. And in the midst of the ocean of brown, chocolate flesh, a tight little, glistening pink pussy peeked out, peeping at Percy and inviting him to dish out the same fate to her tight, virgin cunt, as he did to her ass.

"Should I take your virginity first, or should I go for another round in your ass? Or should I dish out a proper spanking to break your privileged girl image, Praetor?" He rubbed her slightly red ass to punctuate his words.

"So, tell me, my sexy little Latina slut."

"Does the Roman reign?"

Chapter 55: Day of Doom

Time: A Week Later

"Alright, we go in here, when Percy goes here. Thalia and Phoebe go here when I go here. Remember we have six seconds to win back the zone, six seconds!"

Percy raised an eyebrow. "You speak too fast."

It was night, and the sky was a dark, jet black, almost as dark as Nyx's silky hair, complete with a generous spattering of twinkling stars that could rarely be seen from the congested cities of mankind. The Milky Way was visible as a bright splash of colour on the dark canvas of the clear night sky, visible through the thick, dark canopy of the forest. Foliage rustled and whispered mysteriously in the gentle breeze of the nocturnal forest, speaking in a language that even Artemis could only ever hope to understand. Insects and nocturnal birds and animals had set up a chorus of sounds, rejuvenated by the presence of the sacred Hunters of Artemis amongst them. Several smells floated over, the pleasant smoky scent of the campfire mixing with the smells of the forest to revive Percy's mind and refresh his senses.

He had been sleeping through the entire day, preparing for an assault at night, under the cover of beautiful darkness.

They- the Hunters and him, were in a small clearing in the middle of a forest in Wisconsin, on a week-long hunt for a few monster nests that had cropped up in the area. Most of them were sitting around a crackling campfire, as usual, the orange flames a few feet high, enough to illuminate all of them. Artemis was in front of them, going over their strategy for one last time.

She looked dangerously like Athena, as she stood in front of the small clearing, marker pen in hand. There was a whiteboard behind her, with several pictures and texts scribbled on it, with arrows marking directions and symbols standing for everything. It honestly looked more like Percy's football whiteboard where he scribbled tactics, imagining himself to be Jose Mourinho.

He did not understand why the other dam Americans did not like football. Proper, real football. The one actually played with feet and a ball.

"Can we just kill some monsters already?" Thalia whined impatiently, stamping her feet on the ground. Her thick, durable and trusty black combat boots crunched on the thick carpet of dry leaves covering the soft earth.

Aegis rested at her feet, while her spear was gripped firmly in her hand, its butt buried in the soil. She was wearing a sleek, black leather jacket and her signature Death to Barbie t-shirt, accompanied by slightly ripped black jeans, that hugged her lithe frame, accentuating all her sexy curves. The black choker that sat around her neck looked suspiciously similar to a collar, making Percy fight his will to keep staring at her smooth, creamy exposed neck. Her neon blue highlights, mirrored by Neo's hairstyle, stood out in the darkness, her pale skin glowing slightly in the moonlight, thanks to Artemis' blessing. The simple, elegant tiara marking her as the lieutenant of the Hunters gleamed silver, proudly sitting on her brow. Her full pink lips looked sweet, glistening slightly in the orange light of the campfire, reflected in her electric blue eyes.

The temptation to sink his teeth into her soft skin was becoming too hard to resist by the minute.

He should probably explain what was going on. They had been Iris Messaged by Chiron, telling them that demigod scouts had spotted several monster nests in close proximity to each other in a small patch of untouched forest in Wisconsin.

And of course, the Hunters were the ones to be called. Even few in number, they were still the elite Olympian force feared across the lands. And obviously, they would be accompanied by Percy.

Artemis crossed her arms. "Yeah, and I wouldn't be so worried if it were only us. We are the Hunters, we never fail."

She raised her nose in the air in visible pride that was the mark of the moon goddess feared by all men, well, all men except one, her silver parka shimmering in the light. Her black t shirt was visible through the open middle of her parka, clinging to her gentle curves. Her lush, auburn hair looked like molten flame straight from Olympus, ready to burn monsters to the ground. She carried her longbow on her shoulder, her quiver strapped to her back, full of the deadliest arrows known to mankind. The arrows were not dangerous, per se, it was the one shooting them that made them one of the most dangerous.

"Hey, what's wrong with me?!" Percy asked, feeling insulted.

Everyone else offered him an incredulous look, as if they could believe he was for real.

"If anyone gets hurt, or even worse, dies, then I swear on the Styx, I'll not keep Percy alive," Artemis growled out through gritted teeth. "That goes for you too, dumbass. So make sure you get out of there in one piece."

"Don't worry, I'll not let any of you get hurt," Percy said seriously for once, pointedly ignoring the part about himself, not promising anything. Knowing his luck, he would somehow manage to get hurt.

Ruby snuggled into his side, nuzzling his cheek affectionately with her nose. "We know, Jackson. We just want you to take care of yourself, too."

"Pfft, Jackson can take care of himself." Thalia's eyes flickered to him, mirrored by everybody else, before she added, "Well, when he is not being stupid."

"Like now?"

"Yes, exactly like now." She nodded in agreement.

"Still, that doesn't explain why you think I'm the weak link."

Phoebe cuffed him on the back of his head, making him pout childishly.

"I don't see anyone else here taking this lightly, Percy. You're the only one, probably ever, doing a cosplay while going in to fight monsters, several hundreds of them."

Oh, so this was about that.

"I told you, this is not cosplay! I just want to feel the unbridled power of the Doomslayer flowing through my veins as I slay demons- monsters, I mean."

He stopped for a moment, before grinning. "Yes, unbridled."

He had a new fancy word.

He could feel Artemis trying to burn a hole in his head with her ferocious glare. "I know I won't be able to change your mind, but I hope you know what you are doing, Jackson."

"We want a Doomslayer cosplay, too!" The Little Big Three whined, but were silenced by a smouldering glare thrown their way, courtesy of Thalia.

"Alright, now, if everybody's ready...."

Percy stood up, grabbing a firm hold of his gear. Alright, this might be silly, but he really, like really really, wanted to try out his new shotgun. And what better way to do it than in a Doom outfit?

He chuckled silently to himself remembering Reyna's reaction when he revealed that it was called the Praetor suit.

He had the standard green metal armour, manufactured meticulously out of godly metals and alloys thanks to Leo's excellent skills as a son of Hephaestus. The metal seemed to be green itself, not a hint of bronze visible, a pleasant, metallic green that perfectly captured the original's look, moulding to Percy's frame but allowing him enough freedom of movement at the same time, unlike regular armour. It was designed to be worn to battle, so Percy now had two sets of armour. Perhaps he should have told them that it was as strong as his godly armour, but he liked seeing them worry and fuss over him.

It was cute, and heartwarming.

And of course, it came with its own set of weaponry. Percy, of course, had his axe and Anaklusmos hidden on his person, but they were last resort weapons for this mission.

This time, he was going to use his new super shotgun, a Doom blade that Leo had delivered to him later, and of course, a- no, not a- THE chainsaw.

The super shotgun compressed into a small pair of knuckledusters which he could always carry around on his fists. He could bash in enemies with the small knuckledusters, before letting the shotgun grow to its original form and pumping them full of lead. He had a belt at his waist to carry different sorts of shotgun shells, which was self-replenishing. There were mortal shells, Celestial Bronze, silver, Greek fire, and explosive shells, a complete arsenal in a belt that made him a formidable walking fortress.

The Doom blade was as expected, a perfect carbon copy of the one in the game, just on steroids. Its serrated edge glinted cruelly in the light, eager to taste monster blood. It was attached to the left wrist of the Praetor suit, normally just a straight sword strapped to his left forearm. Percy had no idea what mechanism it used to move, nor did he care, but he just had to flex his wrist, and it sprang out, faster than lightning, slicing through concrete like butter.

And.... the chainsaw needed no explanation. It was strapped to the back of the Praetor suit, ready to be whipped out at a moment's notice.

He was practically salivating to test out all of them.

It was such a shame that Leo was having problems with the prototype BFG9000. Percy would be unstoppable with that in his hands, a force of pure destruction and death. Even the thousands of drachmae Percy had pooled in from his godly bank account as investment on Leo's efforts, were unable to accelerate his success.

But Percy was patient. He kept everything to himself, only dreaming of the day it would rest in his hands.

He looked down, checking over the iconic helmet that completed the Praetor suit, held firmly in his hands. The green glass visor was stronger than many mortal buildings. It was.... beautiful, magnificent, awe-inspiring.

Seeing that everyone was still waiting for his expected inspiring pep talk, looking up at the standing Dark god, he shrugged.

"What are you all looking at? I'm not Optimus Prime, I cannot pull iconic speeches out of my ass at will. Let's eat, then go out and kill monsters. I'm hungry."

He moved towards the small pot boiling over the campfire, before stopping in his tracks. "Whoever gets the most kills wins, and will get a favour from each one of us. That's all the inspiration you need."

Did they sweatdrop? Percy hoped they did, just for the laughs, but he did not look back, trying to pass off as cool, and not dumb.

And a few minutes later, all of them were standing in the treeline, hidden by the darkness of night, behind thick tree trunks. The monster nest in front of them was crawling with monsters of all shapes and sizes, empousai and draceanae and hellhounds, with the occasional telkhine. And of course, Percy's luck just had to have the Minotaur there.

Doesn't matter, he will add his other horn to the collection this time.

"Alright," Artemis whispered, holding up her hand to warn them all to be quiet. "Remember, when we start shooting, Percy goes in and wreaks havoc. As soon as they reorganize, Thalia and Phoebe move in. Atalanta on standby for immediate medical assistance. Sydney and Cynthia, sneak in to find anything of importance. Rest of us will keep overwatch. Watch out for friendlies. Got it?"

Silent nods were shared and whispers of warning exchanged, before the Hunters dispersed in the tree line, climbing up trees, hidden by the darkness of the night.

It was raining heavily, a veritable storm that set the mood perfectly.

Rain pitter-pattered against the ground, on every leaf on every tree and on the ground, drowning out whatever little noise the veteran Hunters made as they stealthily sprinted to their respective positions. The ground was becoming soft and slightly muddy, with glistening pools of water that reflected Percy's face slowly turning murky. Their boots sank into the wet earth, not making a sound as they moved forward. The sky was dark with an endless sea of clouds, that blotted out the stars and the night sky, a far cry from the clear weather they had had a few hours back. Flashes of lightning briefly lit up the night, allowing Percy to catch a quick glimpse of everything that was going on in the monster nest, before it went dark again, followed by a deafening roar of thunder. The leaves of the trees rustled as the tall trees swayed dangerously in the strong wind screaming through the forest, drowning out all other sounds.

The wind swept the rain across the land in sheets of grey and white, a constant, persistent drumming of nature against everything on the ground. The sound of the rain formed a grey haze that made it difficult to distinguish any sharp sound. Every surface in sight glistened slightly in the darkness, as if everything around them was a mirror.

Percy could only be thankful for his visor as he used his water powers to keep it dry, not bothering about the rest of his Praetor suit. Leo, that thoughtful little bastard, had added night vision to the suit, but Percy did not need it, as he could see well enough in the darkness, seeing it was his domain. The super shotgun rested in his right hand, its barrel touching the ground. Percy could shoot it with a single hand- he had tried it earlier, so it left his Doomblade free for more slaughter. He shifted slightly in the Praetor suit, enjoying the cooling system Leo had introduced, feeling cool yet warm and comfortable inside the armour. The soft, expensive velvet-lined interior was a stroke of genius that made Percy feel like he could wear the heavy-duty full body armour all day long. The green metal glistened in the rain, as he looked up, waiting for Artemis' signal.

He laid his left hand on the tree trunk, feeling the rough bumps of the bark through the metal as he stared up, trying to spot Artemis' finely concealed form somewhere up in the tree branches. A glimmer of silver told him where she was, looking straight at him for the go. Sending a nod of confirmation her way, Percy looked back down at the crawling monster nest, tightening his grip on the super shotgun before checking the barrel.

Ready. Set. Go.

The words were barely articulated in his mind when a storm of arrows rained down on the monsters in front of him, turning an uncountable number to dust at once. There was no stopping them, and there was no time between two arrows shit from the same person. Arrows were notched and shot at a rapid, breakneck pace without any delay, no time taken to aim properly, yet every shot was fatal. The incessant rain did not deter them, and somehow, their arrows stayed true to the path despite the wind and rain.

Percy grit his teeth, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his lips as he ran into the fray, shotgun in hand. His feet dug into the soft, muddy earth, the heavy Praetor suit weighing him down somewhat, yet his speed was worthy of a god of his stature.

He was not worried about the storm of arrows raining down on and around his position, the suit was too strong for even the Hunter's arrows to make him feel anything.

Yet, the Hunters managed to surprise him yet again as they continued to shoot at the same rate, somehow managing to avoid him entirely.

The monsters were running helter-skelter in search of cover, in ankle-deep golden dust of their fallen comrades. Some of the luckier ones had managed to hide under some boulders and behind fortifications, but they were going to have the surprise of their life.

Percy sprinted towards what he thought, and hoped, was a weak point in the stone fortifications of the nest, using the heavy weight of the suit and the runny, wet earth to his advantage as he slide tackled the rocks head-on.

He had only enough time to admire the strength of the Hunters arrows, puny things that had already set deep cracks in the stone, before his foot made contact with rock. His weight and sheer strength sent him crashing through the boulder-like Sergio Ramos through Mo Salah, slide tackling the monster nest where it hurt.

His green visor (and shotgun barrel) met the confused, scared faces of a variety of monsters scampering for weapons behind the protection of rock, and Percy grinned gleefully under his helmet before the loud roar of his shotgun, like the crack of lightning, drowned out everything else.

The few monsters in front of him burst into golden dust as he pumped them full of the heaviest Celestial Bronze shells Leo could get his hands on.

Percy sprang to his feet smoothly, feeling quite cool as he used his momentum to pivot on his foot, completing a smooth circle as he turned to face the monsters.

With a roar, a hellhound tried to jump him, immediately met with a faceful of Celestial Bronze as Percy emptied the second barrel of the shotgun, holding it in his right hand, leaving his left hand free.

He did not stop, merely switching his shotgun for his left fist.

The empousai behind the hellhound flinched, expecting a metal gloved punch from the strange demigod. She was met with a Doomblade through her face.

Percy's grin widened as he felt the Doomblade stab the empousai, but he did not hang around to gloat. The super shotgun shrunk to knuckledusters on his right fist as he swung the sword attached to his left arm, ignoring the heavy, limp corpse impaled through the face on his sword as if it wasn't even there, lobbing off another's head. The two empousai burst into golden dust simultaneously, leaving Percy's arm free.

He did not stop, using the momentum of his left arm to reach towards his back as he spun. The Doomblade retracted of its own accord as he brought out the chainsaw, not bothering to switch it on as he finished his spin, swinging the chainsaw in a wide arc like an axe.

He was on a combo, as he moved the chainsaw out of the way, using his spinning motion to test out the knuckledusters in a devastating punch. He grinned as he felt his fist crunch through flesh and bone, going into the gooey mess of whatever brain the unseen monster possessed, showering him in gore.

Now, time to turn on the chainsaw.

His sadistic grin widening until it almost threatened to rip his face in half, Percy pulled on the chain, bringing the chainsaw to life with a loud roar.

The mechanic buzz met Percy's laughter and monster's screams as the chainsaw crunched through flesh and bone, some of the most satisfying feeling Percy had had the pleasure of ever feeling.

The Praetor suit was caked in gore, brain and golden dust thick with blood, but Percy found himself unable to complain, even as a piece of brain struck his visor with a wet, audible smack. The only thing he needed now was some..... brutal metal. He did not care what, black, death, heavy, whatever. Doom metal would be ironic.

There was another crash as the rock fortifications came tumbling down, finally brought down by a combination of the Hunters' arrows and the panicking monsters.

Percy briefly stopped his wanton slaughter, merely holding the bloody, gory chainsaw limply in his hands as he admired the view of the bloody battlefield, swept by an endless torrent of rain, and illuminated by lightning. The wind swept the rain against the metal of the Praetor suit, forming a pleasant pitter-pattering that was the contrasting background music to Percy's rampage.

There were twin thuds on his two sides, and Percy did not even bother to acknowledge their presence, as Phoebe and Thalia landed on either side of him, executing two simultaneous air assassinations with their spears, stabbing them through the heads of two telkhines sneaking up on him.

With a little grunt, Phoebe jerked her spear out of the wet ground, shaking off the dust caking it as she came to join Thalia beside Percy.

She looked Percy's gory form up and down, wolf-whistling. "Damn, Jackson. That was pretty hardcore."

Thalia elbowed him, at least she tried to. "You owe me now, Jackson."

Percy did not bother to enlighten her that he had seen the two telkhines a mile away, but had wanted to know how crunching telkhine skull beneath his boots felt.

"There are still monsters left. Let's go. As soon as we can complete this, we can go back and have dinner. We are already a few hours late." He said, striding forward purposefully as he put the chainsaw back, instead allowing the super shotgun to grow again.

The hail of arrows never stopped, only slowing down slightly as Sydney and Cynthia joined them on the ground. Percy ignored them, merely loading his shotgun again, taking great pleasure in the slaughter that awaited them.

The monsters seemed to have taken the little time to regroup, and they charged them, summoning every little ounce of their stupid, mindless bravery.

They were met with two quick, explosive shotgun blasts that sent several of them screaming as they caught on Greek fire. Percy did not wait, merely reloading the break-action super shotgun. Sydney yelped as she jumped to the side to dodge the steaming, ejected casings. Percy reached down to his belt for two new Celestial Bronze shells, hanging back slightly as he watched Thalia and Phoebe sprint forward, spears in hand.

He quickly emptied the two barrels again, vaporizing at least sixteen monsters with two shots.

He was a god.

Literally.

Grinning slightly at the unintended joke, he reloaded again, the hours of practice he had put into it shining through as he reloaded it in a single second.

He was unable to empty them, however, as he turned to face the Minotaur charging towards him, roaring. He swung around his omega-shaped axe wildly, killing his own allies but forcing Phoebe and Thalia to steer clear of him.

All the better. The Minotaur was Percy's prey.

Percy widened his stance, his feet tensing as he prepared to launch himself. His shotgun was held firmly in his right hand, and he did not bother to retract it.

The Minotaur seemed to have an innate sense for Percy, recognizing him despite the Praetor suit. His roars were louder, his rampaging was wilder, his speed faster until he was in front of him, axe raised high to finally cleave the annoying demigod, the bane of his existence, in half.

Percy jumped backwards as the axe came crashing down, lodging a few feet deep in the wet, muddy earth. He did not waste any time, taking advantage of his strong armour to jump onto the blade and use it as a launching pad.

Percy's right arm shot out, using the extended reach thanks to his shotgun to hook onto the Minotaur's horn. His upper body strength and remarkable flexibility put into display as he used his hold onto the Minotaur's horn to swing himself up, ignoring physics and the heavy Praetor suit as he sat on the Minotaur's neck.

The monster roared in protest at the humiliation of carrying someone on his back, swinging his head and trying to get Percy off, but he was unshakeable from his perch. If only the monster knew that Percy was trying to remember which horn he was supposed to take, not even attempting to acknowledge the monster's feeble, laughable efforts to shake him off.

However, the Minotaur, the Bane of the Labyrinth, was smarter than most gave him credit for. Finally figuring out a way to shake the Dark god off his back, the Minotaur charged headfirst into the nearest tree.

Percy's eyes widened as he felt the Minotaur switch direction, its hooves stomping strongly, shaking off the wet, sinking earth as if it did not even hamper its movement as it headed straight towards the tree Rose and Violet were occupying. Percy could see what would happen if he was allowed to continue on his course, it did not take a genius. None but a fool would underestimate the strength of the Minotaur's skull.

Making a quick decision, Percy swung into action.

The Doomblade shot out again, ready to heed its Master's orders as Percy sliced off the Minotaur's left horn, making the monster roar in pain and shake his head, even as Percy clutched his trophy possessively.

Deciding it was time to put this to an end, Percy used his grip on the Minotaur's still intact horn to launch himself forward, twisting mid-air with his right arm stretched out, so that the overgrown, steroidal bull was staring down the barrel of his shotgun.

Two loud cracks, and both the barrels were emptied in the Minotaur's head at point-blank range.

Perhaps that was overkill, Percy thought with no great amount of remorse as he was thrown backwards by the recoil.

He turned inwards, protecting his trophy as he landed on his back, not stopping even for a moment as he rolled back onto his feet with a slight grunt.

Spotting Sydney running towards him in worry, he shoved the Minotaur horn into her hands, reloading his gun again as he sprinted back into the fray.

The slaughter was exhilarating, even therapeutic to an extent. The rush of adrenaline, the sadistic pleasure of killing monsters, sent beautiful, twisted ecstasy pumping in his bloodstream, was something that he missed dearly during his stay at Ogygia. A predator was always a predator, and no matter how much his mind soared at relentlessly breeding his beautiful mates, he would always return to hunting, to killing, to slaughter.

He gripped a Cyclops' head in his grip, trying to decide what to do. Doomblade, or the old crush a head in his overpowered grip?

His gleeful, too wide to be normal smile gained a cruel edge as he realised his opportunity to conduct a live test for his powers.

The Cyclops screamed in abject pain, writhing and trying to claw Percy's hand free as its legs kicked out, caught in the throes of a painful, excruciating death that seemed to go on forever and ever. Every second stretched on for an eternity of burning, torturous pain that made the cursed, desolate depths of Tartarus feel like Elysium, as the Cyclops died slowly at the hands of an unhinged Dark god.

But for Percy, the feeling was ecstatic in a very twisted manner, even as he heard a Huntress puke their guts out in the background. He did not care, the feeling of the Cyclops' skull slowly turning to dust under his touch occupied all his senses, seeing the gore, blood and brain ooze out between his fingers. Its blood and muscle was rotting rapidly, turning to a messy, gory soup, its singular eye having melted a long time ago, reduced to grey goo streaking the dark monster blood with white and grey.

The lightning lit the sky behind the Dark god, booming thunderously and lighting up the mountains of angry, dark clouds that continued to shower the earth in neverending, torrential rain. Glistening droplets and rivulets of clear rain streamed down Percy's green visor, cleaning away some from the blood caking his helmet, but Percy could not be bothered less about that. The water washed away the rotten gooey soup of the Cyclops' head, forming a puddle on the wet earth.

Percy's other arm was limp, resting the muzzle of his shotgun in the earth, not caring or not noticing that it was in contact with the disgusting gore.

He let the Cyclops go, and its limp body slowly slid to the ground, slowly crumbling into golden dust, its head and a good part of its spine gone. Percy could not feel his fingers as a wave of nausea hit him, he just stood there, wondering how he had come to this. Basking in the slaughter, yet fearing it. The nightmares, the whispers in his ears, the feeling of intoxication that should not be there.

Out of nowhere, a shout broke him out of his reverie.

A shout in a familiar voice.

A shout, which was more of a blood-curdling shriek of warning.

The Dark god replaced by Percy, he whirled around, lifting his shotgun to face whatever coming threat.

His blood ran cold, and his feet moved before he could comprehend what was happening.

Artemis was running towards Cynthia, shouting nonsensically, shooting with all her godly strength. Thalia was blasting monsters left and right, trying to get to the daughter of Nemesis as quickly as possible. Phoebe was screaming with rage, stabbing with her spear and swinging her bare fists to mow down monsters. The dark-haired Huntress stared at Percy bewildered, pale-faced, and confused, frozen in place in abject terror. Her legs refused to move, despite her experience, she stood still as stone, still feeling Percy's Darkness, his glee as he burned the Cyclops face off, not believing that the wanton cruelty belonged to her crush. Yet, her hairs stood on end, and she could feel Thanatos' cold fingers upon her, frozen in place, afraid of turning to face her death.

There were two loud bangs, a scream, a silver flash, and Cynthia instinctively dove to the ground.

Percy emptied both barrels of his shotgun in the Nemean Lion's side, but in vain. Its impenetrable skin stood strong despite the heavy, Celestial Bronze shells, but it definitely felt the punch that accompanied the shot.

The golden lion, which had been slumbering when it was woken by the scream of the Cyclops, had snuck up on Cynthia, unnoticed and silent, its voice drowned out by the storm brewing around the battlefield, and the agonising screams of the poor, tortured monster which had its face burned off.

It landed on its side, whimpering slightly as it felts several of its ribs break, but reluctant to let its prey go. Killing a Huntress was a feat few monsters could boast of, but the Nemean Lion definitely could, and it was eager to add to the list.

Scampering to its feet, the Nemean Lion launched itself, pouncing on Cynthia.

Cynthia, finally brought to her senses by the loud bangs, turned with wide eyes to watch the Nemean Lion get blown to the side. She tried to crawl away, desperately kicking her legs to back away, but she was hampered by the mud and dirt.

Her movements stopped when she saw the monster pounce.

Her mind kicked into overdrive, but Cynthia found herself able to notice only the insignificant details.

Artemis was sprinting towards her, glowing, ready to burst into her immortal form. Percy, clad in the Praetor suit, shotgun in hand, was sprinting towards her. His steps seemed too slow, too desperate. The green metal glistened in the rain. The bright lightning seemed to illuminate everything, the electrical light showing everything in great detail. Her fingers sank into the wet earth, slick and muddy with blood and gore, pooling around her palms.

Cynthia's only regret was that she couldn't see Percy's face for one last time. To see his eyes, to touch his hair, to caress his lips.

She closed her eyes, ready to accept her fate.

The water glistening on her cheek- tears, sweat or rain?

A drop of muddy water from the Nemean Lion's matted mane hit her cheek, and she felt it like it was the only thing she could feel.

A desperate scream of sheer, unadulterated rage that made her heart lurch from the sheer bloodthirst that it conveyed made her eyes flutter open.

Her dark eyes glistened with unshed tears, her ruby lips trembling as she was drawn to safety by Artemis.

Percy had punched the Nemean Lion in the mouth, halting it midway. His green visor made him look cold, emotionless, hiding his enraged, hateful features, as cruel as the chainsaw dripping, soaked in, monster blood on his back. The two seemed to defy gravity as they stayed in the air for what seemed like an eternity, with Percy's left arm between the Nemean Lion's jaws. His arm was inside the monster's maw, till his shoulder.

Had... had Percy...

Then the moment was broken as the two landed in the mud with a wet splash. There was a moment of struggling, before all stood still.

Everyone turned fearfully to the two, all fighting forgotten.

Slowly, Percy lurched to his feet, pulling the limp body of the Nemean Lion with him. Its jaws remained tightened around Percy's shoulder, not letting go even in death.

A cold, metal gloved hand was put on the Nemean Lion's muzzle, to pry its jaws open.

And Percy retracted his arm, letting the dead Nemean Lion's body fall to the wet, muddy floor.

His arms fell limply to his side as he just stood there, trying to calm himself, his shoulders shaking in fury.

The muzzle of his shotgun again laid limply on the muddy earth, sinking in a few inches in the soft, wet soil.

The Nemean Lion's blood and pieces of its brain dripped off the extended Doomblade on Percy's left forearm, dark crimson flowing down the blade that had finally ended the monster's pathetic existence.

Rain continued to pitter-patter on the land, apparently ignorant of all that had transpired, ignorant of the wrath of the Dark god, who had dropped all pretences of sanity, of control. The wind had dropped, leaving all in the deathly stillness of Thanatos. Not a sound was heard, not a leaf moved. The endless sea of dark, black-bellied stormclouds overhead rolled with occasional bright flashes of silent lightning. Even they did not dare to make a noise, to break the serenity of death, the calm that preceded the real storm, a cyclone to destroy worlds, that made this gale look like a drought.

Thalia gulped. She had seen this before.

So had all the Hunters, who started sprinting as far away from Percy as possible.

This had been Percy after Annabeth's death. Just this time, he had managed to save Cynthia, which made it even worse. The sizeable space in his heart occupied by despair at Annabeth's loss was replaced with sheer unadulterated rage and bubbling, boiling rage.

Apparently, the monsters seemed to feel the dark, destructive emotions rolling off the unhinged, dangerous and insane god in waves, thick and continuous like a suffocating ocean. They dropped all weapons, all courage and all divisions, fleeing the area as fast as their legs would carry them. There was no division. Even those incapable of higher thinking could feel the killer instincts, raw murderous intent that Percy was oozing, and their instincts told them to flee from this alpha predator, this apex predator that ruled over all monsters and beasts.

And the volcano erupted with a roar.

Artemis cowered, whimpering in fear of her enraged, overprotective dominant, flashing away every Hunter to the safety of Ogygia as soon as she could.

The next day, every single person in the world would read about the 'freak meteor strike' that had escaped everybody's notice and had come out of nowhere. The meteor that had never been seen approaching the Earth, that had never existed.

The meteor that had turned a lush, stormy forest teeming with life in the middle of Wisconsin to a dead, several kilometer wide, drought-afflicted and bone dry desert, without any sign of life- plant or animal- and drier than the Atacama in a single night.

Only those with immortal blood would ever know about the fifteen-foot tall purple flames and the tortured screams that had accompanied the desert's birth.

A desert born in fifteen seconds.

Chapter 56: A Petting Package: Part 1

Time: Two Days Later

"Movie night! Movie night! Movie night!" Phoebe and Atalanta chanted together childishly, trying to annoy Percy in the same way he annoyed them.

Needless to say, it was working.

Percy's eyebrow twitched as he tried to concentrate on the ice cream in front of him, an exotic flavour that Hestia had stumbled across one day, trying to make Asian food. The ice cream was of course, not chocolate ice cream, but it was a close second. Percy decided he had his second favourite ice cream flavour.

It was... gur (/ɡʊə(r)/) flavoured ice cream, apparently from India.

Seeing Percy's blank look, Athena had explained that it was jaggery, another form of sugar.

Well, Percy was always up for sugar and trying desserts, and he did not regret it. It was only a wonder how he did not get obese from the tons of sweets- chocolates and ice cream, and cookies and cakes and puddings- he consumed each day. Was it the immortal blood flowing in his veins or the constant heavy training he carried out every day? Percy would never know.

His spoon scraped the bottom of his bowl with a metallic clink, making Percy's eyes twitch as he realised that he had run out of ice cream. The chanting by the two Huntresses only got louder, accompanied by the relentless banging of their utensils against the wooden table.

The other girls smothered laughs at his misery, making Percy turn around to glare at them through bleary eyes. He had dragged himself out of a nap just for dinner, and you could say he was very eager to return to sleeping, his sleepy state not clearing yet, calling for him to return to the comfort of his bed.

Percy could literally taste the longing on the tip of his tongue.

Oh no, his bad, that was just the remaining specks of ice cream he was licking off the bowl.

Still, the realization did not make it any better, as the cool, inviting sting of the cold air-conditioned air sending up goosebumps on his skin just made the warmth of his bed all the more tantalizing.

His mind wandered to the softness of his sheets, the warmth of his sheets, the softness of others, the warmth of cuddling with his girls, to how delicious their assets felt beneath his palms, to how delicious their skin felt against his lips, to....

His trail of thought was derailed again by the annoying chant from the two childish ancient hunters demanding a movie night. His fingers twitched, urging him to spank the shit out of Phoebe and Atalanta, to have them kneeling beneath him, to have their bodies twisted in lewd positions as they finally submitted to him, to mark them as his, as only his.

He gulped the excess saliva in his mouth, his Adam's apple bobbing as he tried to smother his arousal, looking out of the sliding glass door at the rest of Ogygia, lit up in the night, in a futile attempt to gather his wandering thoughts.

The entire day was grey, oppressive yet cool, calm and quiet. The grey skies, with large mountains of dark-bellied clouds rolling across the heavens, ushered and hustled by the strong breeze, promised of impending rain. A gentle, fresh breeze, quite a break from the perpetual seabreeze of the tropical island, freshened up the life of the island, swaying the tall trees and making the fresh, emerald leaves rustle. The waves in the sea were gentle, lapping at the golden sands of the shore gently, fizzing out with white froth, retreating with a gentle caress.

The sky was dark, a deep shade of purple illuminated by the same map of stars and constellations Percy saw every night from his beautiful home. The Huntress, a beautiful pattern of stars smeared across the night sky, kept an eternal watch over Percy's home, ensuring the safety of him and his family. The moon, like the sun, was hidden behind the endless clouds, emitting just a dull, hazy glow barely marking its position on Zeus' domain. The sands of the beach were riddled with tracks, all eventually washed away by nature, with time.

The day had been lazy, barely rolling on. It had been a pain in the ass to while it away, doing nothing. There was nothing he could play, (despite his shelves overflowing with video games and the games room downstairs, as Thalia so kindly pointed out) so Percy had opted for the next best thing to kill time. Cool days, calm days like these always made him feel sleepy, and so it was obvious what he would do. Bury under the sheets and fall asleep.

The only thing he missed was the comfortable warmth of someone beside him, though he supposed, it was his fault. He blamed his laziness for his reluctance to leave the bed's comfort and seek out someone for cuddles.

Hmm... he thought, finally considering the Huntress' suggestion seriously. The sound of the gears turning in his dense head was almost audible, barely drowned out by the loud chant and the girls' laughter.

Movie night = Cuddles + Possible Sex = Good night's sleep

The realization came to him in an almost comical fashion, making him jerk out of the pleasant food-induced coma he had sunk into, abruptly.

He struggled to sit up straight from the lazy, slouched position he had assumed, leaning against the cool glass.

"Pfft, alright, you win." He said in what he hoped was nonchalance, trying to pass off as annoyed and not eager, trying to keep every dreg of excitement from leaking into his voice.

Apparently, he sucked at acting, or the girls were just too good at reading him. Or the pack of werewolves he had once infiltrated were too fucking dumb to see through his apparently bad acting.

Everyone gave him a suspicious eye at the sudden change in demeanour as Phoebe and Atalanta whooped in victory, not noticing or not caring.

"Suck on that." Phoebe punched the air at their perceived victory, speaking to no one in particular.

"What are you planning, Jackson?" Artemis asked, her silver eyes narrowed in jealousy and suspicion.

"Wouldn't you like to know, moon girl?" Percy teased, making Artemis' nostrils flare at another annoying nickname.

Percy leaned in closer to the goddess, his goddess, a sexy smirk curling on his lips. "You've had your turn, haven't you? Don't be greedy."

Artemis' cheeks turned golden as she realised what he was talking about, her eyes glazing over slightly as she remembered the night.

Asteria could not help the chuckle escaping her at the nickname Percy had come up with for her twin. "Ha! Moon girl!"

The ensuing argument, and the laughter, were still going on when Percy was dragged into the room shared by the two Huntresses, practically always joined at the hip.

He took a moment to look around the room, taking note of everything. He had been to their room fewer times as compared to the other girls.

The walls were painted a deep, blood-red that brought out everything in a sharp contrast, dark yet bright. The two windows were covered with black curtains lined with silver, a theme that was mirrored in the bedsheets. Several drawers and cupboards lined the walls, including a glass walk-in closet just beside the door to the attached bathroom. There was only one large king-sized bed in the room, making Percy raise an eyebrow. Did they sleep together?

His dark sea-green eyes wandered over to the curved screen fifty-inch television, one of few items of entertainment in the room. There were a few books in the shelves lining the walls, and the two Huntresses proud bows and quivers were well taken care of, displayed on a separate shelf. There was also a silver and black rocking crib at a corner, with a shelf full of baby care items and toys beside it. Percy assumed it was for the three cute little puppies they had adopted, when he had asked the girls at Ogygia about pets.

"Alright, so what's going on?" Percy asked, trying hard not to be as dense as he usually was, trying to discern if they had some ulterior motive.

Of course, they had, and of course, leave it to Percy not to realise anything.

"Nothing, Jackson. I just wanted to watch some movies and cuddle. A great day for cuddling, don't you say?"

Beads of mercury like sweat rolled down Atalanta's chocolate skin as she lied through her teeth, hoping Percy wouldn't notice anything amiss as she tried to distract him with what he wanted most at that time. It wasn't hard to notice that, that was what he wanted most that day.

The daughter of Asteria threw a glare at Phoebe, who grinned sheepishly from her position on the floor.

"Sorry." She mouthed at her, picking up the various pieces of -how should I put it?- merchandise, that littered the floor from last night.

Her ears tinged as red as her lush hair, the daughter of Ares continued picking up all the pictures and Percy Jackson™️ sex toys, only to dump them in the nearest drawer she could find while Atalanta continued to distract raw oblivious Dark god.

Cursing her laziness, and cursing herself for not checking before entering the room with Percy, Phoebe angrily swiped everything below the bed, the oldest and the simplest solution to quick cleanups in the book.

"Um... are you alright there, Phoebe?" Percy asked, concerned for the daughter of Ares, trying to look over Atalanta. The daughter of Asteria jumped up, her blonde hair in his face, trying her best to distract him from Phoebe, who was almost done.

Her small hands gripped his shoulders firmly, steering him away from Phoebe as she tried to keep the blush from her face at the embarrassing situation they were in. Percy could not be allowed to see how horny they were, and he absolutely could not be allowed to get any inkling of their massive crush on the clueless Dark god.

"I'm sure she's alright, Percy. She is a Huntress, she can handle any monsters under the bed." Her clear blue eyes shined in hilarity as Percy chuckled at her joke.

"That was a good one, I've to admit." Percy chuckled, before looking down at Atalanta's slightly red face. "Doesn't answer why you're acting so weird though. Even my room is dirty all the time. You don't need to clean up."

"A girl needs to hide some things from guys, Percy," Atalanta explained as if talking to a child, watching as Percy gained an understanding look on his face, as clueless as ever.

Especially when 'some things' are an extensive collection of nudes of said guy, Atalanta added in her mind.

"Ye-yeah, Percy. I'm fine, I just bumped my head." Phoebe stuttered, a pink blush dusting her cheeks as she realised her position, trying to hide Percy's nude pics from him. "And that's it, I'm done."

She breathed a sigh of relief as she stood back up, dusting her shorts as she turned to look for Percy, only to realise that he was not paying any attention to her anymore.

Her eye twitched in mild annoyance as she joined Percy and Atalanta.

The two were standing above a comfortable crib, its bottom laid thick with layers of soft, fluffy blankets and pillows of a variety of bright colours, to keep the occupants warm.

Even the coldest of cold hearts would melt at the cute triplet of fluffy white and black Labrador puppies crawling about in the soft mass of blankets, their tiny paws sinking into the cotton as they whimpered and barking squeakily in their high pitched baby canine voices, excited as soon as they saw their mistresses and their lover.

"Aw." Percy may be a reptile lover at heart, but he held affection for all of nature's creatures, great and small.

With the exception of cats. Well, house cats, at least.

But that was a story for another day, Percy mused as he tenderly picked up the only black-furred puppy of the triplet, cooing gently as he held her up to his face. The female puppy panted, cutely sticking out her little pink tongue as she stared back at Percy with wide, brown eyes brimming with innocence.

Laughing at her cuteness as he nuzzled her cold, damp nose, Percy held her to his chest as he jumped onto the bed, enjoying the feeling of warmth the little Labrador puppy gave him as he burrowed deep into the sheets, only sticking his head out.

Phoebe and Atalanta joined him in the bed, snuggling into his sides, holding the twin white puppies.

And the cuddling, and spoiling each other with affection, began.

Percy had his arms wrapped around the two girls, holding them close to his body. Neither Phoebe nor Atalanta seemed to mind, however, as they rested their heads on his broad, muscular chest, ignoring his feeble protests at their hair getting in his face. Maya, their cute black puppy, seemed to have taken a liking to Percy, burrowing into his chest, her little claws tugging at the thin cotton jersey he wore as she sought a comfortable spot on his chest.

The two girls could relate. Percy's rock hard chest was, for some reason, very comfortable.

They snuggled into his sides, resting their heads on his chest. The rapid beating of his heart thumped in their ears, making them smile. The twin Labradors, Caesar and Brutus, padded over to his muscle packed abdomen, curling up on his stomach.

Percy whined playfully about being trapped.

The two girls ignored him, only holding him tighter as they surfed through various channels in the fifty-inch television in their room.

Their arms went around his chest, hugging both him and their three puppies, grazing each other with their fingertips. Their legs trapped his, pinning him to the bed.

Finally, they found a good movie.

Well, the two girls watched, while Percy dozed, feeling cosy and warm, sandwiched between the two girls and the three tiny balls of fur and fluff, affection and cuteness. The dull glow of the television screen formed a pleasant curtain of light that lulled him to sleep like the star-studded night sky.

"Good night!" There was a slight knock on the door, and Artemis' voice called out softly. Percy did not respond, letting his two Hunters answer for him as the small nightly see offs continued, each girl going back to their room after wishing them good night. Even Aphrodite's reminder to use protection could not stir Percy out of the sleepy reverie he had slumped into, despite the feeling of the two Hunter's hot faces and screamed insults, none serious of course.

Aphrodite's tinkling laughter faded down the corridor.

Percy stirred only a few minutes later when Phoebe and Atalanta crawled on top of him, making him finally break out of his sleepiness.

"Where are the dogs?" He asked, his voice slightly deep.

"I put them to sleep in their crib, Jackson. It's late." Phoebe whispered, nuzzling his chest with her nose. Atalanta's fingers absentmindedly played with the dog tags hanging around his neck, making little metallic clinking noises as she watched the movie, a small smile curling her lips.

Alright, every wink of sleep Percy might have had was gone now, as he realised two incredibly sexy Huntresses were on top of him.

He propped himself up slightly against the head of the bed, hugging them tightly against his chest.

Atalanta sighed in content, pressing her cheek against his chest. The two girls hugged each other, their legs entangled with Percy's as they continued watching TV. Percy could not be bothered less about the fucking movie, as he watched the two get comfortable atop him, their smell in his nostrils. The feeling of their soft, silky hair tickled his skin slightly as their heads nestled against the crook of his neck.

Percy's strong arms wrapped around their waists, holding them tightly to his body as he looked them over.

Atalanta was the poster girl for the typical Asteria demigoddess, only much better. Her tanned, golden skin seemed to glisten, like a delicious fruit inviting Percy to sink his teeth into her skin, flawless and supple. Soft, golden hair, a shade darker than Asteria's own, framed her face, contrasting her skin beautifully. Blue eyes as beautiful as the clear, azure sky, stared up at him, a slight pink tinge dusting her cheeks and creeping down her slender, delicious-looking neck. She carried with her the scent of flowers, almost synonymous with Phoebe's deep, coppery blood scent, for they were never far apart.

Speaking of blood, Phoebe was the most beautiful child of war Percy had ever had the pleasure of feasting his eyes upon. Her metallic scent reminded him of a wartorn, blood-soaked battlefield, calling his mind to bask in victory, to gloat in slaughtering his enemies, to sing praises of his wins. An intoxicating feeling of excitement and savage satisfaction always accompanied Phoebe's dark, blood-red hair and her dark, angry and aggressive eyes that carefully veiled the affection and lust she held for him. She challenged him for dominance, and Percy loved a good challenge. Her pale, porcelain skin made her the complete polar opposite to Atalanta's peaceful, tanned appearance, but Percy had never seen anyone be so similar, yet so different, as the two Hunters. Glistening ruby lips beautifully contrasted her pale, glowing skin, inviting Percy to devour her lips and never be satisfied, always greedy for more.

Their differences were reflected in their clothes, too. Atalanta wore a modest oversized t-shirt, his t-shirt, Percy noted, it did nothing to keep him from wanting to rip the clothes off her lithe body. On the other hand, Phoebe continued to openly provoke him, wearing a skimpy (for Hunter standards) silver tank top. Despite the added, though unneeded, dash of sexiness, Phoebe looked as kickass and dangerous as ever. Or perhaps it was her badassery that made her so sexy.

The short fabric revealed Phoebe's abs, yet another point of difference between the two inseparable Hunters. Percy's hands wandered, bringing his two blushing Huntresses as close as humanly possible as he ran his fingers along Atalanta's toned stomach. He felt their tits, her C-cup and Phoebe's slightly larger, pressing against his chest deliciously, making him wonder if he was in Elysium.

His body sank into the soft bed, the two Hunters twisting on top of him so that they faced him, the movie still going on on the TV, forgotten.

The glow from the screen made them look like the angels they were, as they pressed their ample boobs against Percy's muscle packed chest, feeling the shift in his demeanour from sleepy and cuddly to sexy and dominant. Their lithe forms moulded against each other perfectly as they pressed needily against Percy, mashing their tits against his chest as his hands wandered across their bodies, his eyes, brimming with barely restrained, animalistic lust, never leaving their bodies.

Atalanta gave a soft moan in the crook of Percy's neck, her lips brushing his smooth skin as she felt Phoebe tremble beside her on his chest, his hands bringing her the same feeling of ecstasy they were bringing her. Percy's jugular vein throbbed against her lips, so warm, strong and full of life.

And their heavenly, drool-worthy butts. Percy could never do them justice with mere words. Centuries of hunting beside Artemis had made their behinds as delicious as the goddess herself, asses which ought to belong on beings greater, more sexier than supermodels, created by Aphrodite's careful hand.

And that's what they were, and Percy could not be found arguing.

Their perfect, round ass jiggled with every step they took, and Percy had spent many a day just watching their asses jiggle and bounce as they trained, just the perfect combination of fat and muscle. In fact, any and all the fat that Phoebe and Atalanta seemed to have gained, were deposited on their ass and their tits, giving them a perfect hourglass figure comparable to Aphrodite herself.

Percy was having the time of his life as he shamelessly groped their sinful behinds, his fingers sinking into the soft fabric of their cotton shorts and ghosting across their smooth skin, sending goosebumps up their body. His hands worked wonders, his natural instinct and skill shining through as he attended to them differently, pressing against the ever straightforward Phoebe's tight asshole as he ghosted across and teased Atalanta, just as she preferred. He felt their erect nipples poking his chest through the thin fabric of their shirts, which just made it even harder to reign himself in from doing something incredibly stupid.

Seeing his two Hunters pleasantly occupied with his wandering hands, Percy switched them on autopilot, and took a moment to examine himself.

Nobody could help feeling slightly self-conscious in the presence of his girls, and Percy was no exception. They managed to look so gorgeous in everyday clothes, and in comparison to that, Percy was wearing just a loose CR7 Man United jersey, and a pair of black shorts that made him look lazy. His messy raven hair was the definition of bed head, sticking up randomly in all directions, and his eyes were probably still bleary. His voice was deeper than usual, and his muscles were tired, wanting to go to sleep. He probably had horrible breath, too.

Wait, wasn't he a god? Gods don't get morning breath.

Feeling slightly better about himself, Percy looked down at his body. His toned muscles peeked out through the sleeveless, thin cotton shirt, his tanned bronze skin glistening with slight sweat. He carried with him a musky, masculine scent that Annabeth had told him was the best fragrance she had ever smelled. His loose shorts hung limp around his waist, his legs entangled with the two girls' in a tangled mess. His chest rose and fell softly as he breathed, making their heads copy its movement as they snuggled into his chest. His long arms, toned and muscular, wrapped around their lithe bodies, his fingers digging into the soft, cloudy flesh of their superb behinds.

"Percy." Atalanta's voice was soft as she looked up at him, meeting his loving gaze with gentle, blue eyes, her gaze flickering down to his lips.

"Percy." She repeated softly, as if she couldn't believe she was in that position, on her crush's chest, finally in the position she had dreamt of as she laid in their tent at the Hunters, passing long nights. Her fist tugged at his jersey needily to grab his undivided attention, making the other two look towards her.

Percy looked down at her questioningly, only to jerk back as his lips were passionately claimed by Atalanta's soft, full pink lips as she leaned up to kiss him.

This seemed to be quite the common occurrence, but Percy couldn't help his brain going blank every time one of his girls kissed him.

After recovering from his momentary shock as quickly as humanely possible, Percy kissed back the daughter of Asteria eagerly, with equal, if not greater emotion. His hands tightened the grip he had on their soft, pillowy assflesh, his fingers digging into their soft skin to bring them closer to him. He felt their soft warmth pressed against his skin, their intoxicating scent playing merry Hades with his brain.

Feeling Phoebe eagerly watching him engaged in a liplock with Atalanta, Percy broke their passionate liplock, leaving the Huntress red-cheeked and breathless. As she caught her breath, he decided to lavish some affection on the daughter of Ares, turning to the other girl on his chest, and kissed the blushing Phoebe straight on her glistening, inviting ruby lips.

He did not waste any time, using her momentary shock to shove his tongue straight into her mouth, eagerly exploring her mouth. Their tongues tangled together in a battle of dominance that was decided before it even began, the velvet slabs of muscle visibly tangling outside of their lips as Percy tasted her sweet honey taste on his tongue. Their glistening lips moulded together perfectly, as if they had been made for each other, as they swapped saliva. If Percy had not been blinded by her lush red hair in his face, he surely would have been by the equally bright shade of red on her cheeks.

And the three laid there in bed, cuddling and swapping kisses, unmindful of anything else, not getting enough of each other. The movie continued, ignored, and the soft snores of the three balls of furry cuteness added to the pleasant, peaceful atmosphere. The three laid in their bed, alone in a bedroom at night, the moon the only witness as they confessed their emotions, with kisses and cuddles that belied the underlying depth of affection they held.

The movie night was forgotten, the room dark, the glowing screen of the television the only source of illumination, washing the three in a faint light. The bed sheets were soft and warm, and none wanted to leave the position, none could get tired.

Of course, Phoebe and Atalanta had a motive behind the movie night, and of course, leave it to Percy to not realise anything.

Love indeed was such a strange drug.

Chapter 57: A Petting Package: Part 2

Time: Same Time

"You're two sexy little vixens, aren't you?" A dark, lustful smirk curled Percy's lips as he sat on the edge of the bed, with his arms full of two thirsty Huntresses.

"You think you can handle us, Jackson?" Atalanta whispered sultrily while Phoebe worked on leaving another hickey on Percy's strong, well-defined jaw.

"Oh, I can handle you and more. The question is, now, can you handle me?"

"Cocky much?"

"Nah, I can back up my words." Percy grinned, feeling Atalanta's smooth palm slide effortlessly into his jersey, feeling up his toned abs as she shamelessly groped his muscles.

"Mmph." He gave a satisfied moan as Phoebe leaned up to kiss him, her ruby lips moulding to his as she tried to dominate the kiss, taking advantage of Atalanta's hands massaging his body to cheat.

Hmm, it would seem that the daughter of Ares needed to be tamed, Percy thought as he retaliated with equal passion. Phoebe's scent in his nostrils was making him feel all the more hungrier for her soft flesh, fanning the lustful inferno blazing in his heart.

He finally won the battle of tongues, making her moan in slight disappointment as he explored her mouth eagerly with his tongue, using all the knowledge he had of her mouth to give her one of the best, toe-curling kisses she would ever have.

Even as he was occupied with the feisty daughter of Ares on his lap, he felt Atalanta's smooth palm slide up his abs, gently tracing the well-defined ridges of his toned muscles and scars that littered his tanned bronze skin. Her fingers crept up to his chest, making his breath hitch as he felt her soft fingers flick his nipples.

Percy felt his cheeks on fire as Atalanta laughed softly into his ear, before leaning down to sink her teeth into his neck. She latched onto his neck, her tongue swirling around his skin and she felt his veins throbbing powerfully beneath her lips as she sucked, determined to leave her own hickey on his neck.

Alright, fuck. This was not happening.

Percy, despite being really good at sex, or so he had been told, just couldn't keep these two Huntresses under control. This was his first threesome (or so he thought), after all, and it did not help that Phoebe and Atalanta worked like a well-oiled machine after all these years together, not needing words to communicate with each other.

He needed to do something and fast.

Thinking quickly, he swept the two Huntresses off his lap, slamming them harshly into the bed. The two gave soft squeals at the suddenness of his action as they bounced harmlessly against the soft mattress, momentarily dazed.

But that was all the time Percy needed, as he summoned two fluffy handcuffs, fastening them on their wrists, holding their arms behind them.

"Sluts." He panted, taking a short break, disbelieving that they had been able to catch him off guard, get him so worked up. He had thought that he would be able to handle two girls at once, but apparently, he had been wrong. He needed practice, and what better way than the two ancient Huntresses, who always came as a package?

He pressed his hand against his neck, feeling his skin slick with Atalanta's warm saliva, still unable to completely forget the feeling of her teeth on his skin.

"What are you doing? Let us go, Percy!" Phoebe growled, struggling futilely against the handcuffs. Her body writhed and twisted like a snake as she tried to break free, her legs kicking out on instinct to escape.

But Percy was having none of it.

Now, back in control, (get the reference?) he was in his element, and he was now the one pulling the strings.

Flipping the two Huntresses effortlessly so that they faced him, Percy straddled them, pinning them beneath him with his arms.

He had a strange sense of deja vu as he looked down at the two beauties, pinned beneath him, breathless and red-cheeked.

Their bodies moulded together perfectly, the taller Atalanta and the shorter, but infinitely fiercer daughter of Ares, supreme man-hater, Phoebe.

"I think we are overdressed for the occasion, aren't we?" Percy asked, grinning as he leaned back, arching his back as he worked off the loose jersey that had separated his drool-worthy upper body from the girls' hungry eyes all evening.

"Fuck, you're a god." The words were past Atalanta's lips before she could help it, and Phoebe could only nod mutely in agreement, her voice temporarily lost. Even their struggling ceased, the two Huntresses content to just lie there, sinking into the soft mattress beneath him, and feasting their eyes on Percy's exposed body.

He snickered. "Yeah, that, I am."

He meant it literally as a joke, but the time was not for jokes.

Clear azure eyes joined dark, almost black eyes as they roamed across Percy's features. His somewhat long mane of messy, silky raven hair seemed darker than night itself, forming a dark halo fitting the Dark god's stature as it framed his face. The glow of the TV screen behind him accentuated his sharp, angular features, which sent shadows dancing dangerously across his face, high aristocratic cheekbones that made him look a predator. He belonged to the darkness, a hungry predator prowling through the bushes, waiting to sink its teeth into the soft flesh of its helpless prey, his lips, as red as blood-curling in a dangerous, predatory smirk. His dark, sea-green eyes seemed to contain all the mysteries hidden in the depths of the ocean, glowing slightly in the shadows with mirthful malevolence. A slightly scratchy, two-day-old stubble darkened his chin, his sharp jaw inviting them to leave some more purple hickeys on his rough, scarred skin.

His muscular upper body was the epitome of the toned, swimmer body that every male aspired to have, that every female drooled over. Broad, muscle packed pectorals led to long, muscular arms darkened with innumerable tattoos that spread to the rest of his body. His skin glistened with slight sweat, his tanned bronze barely visible through the dark ink of his tattoos, which also hid his battle scars. Firm, toned abs led to a prominent v formed by his hipbones, flanked by equally prominent obliques that teased at a hidden reward underneath his loose shorts. A musky, sharp scent accompanied him, acting like a natural aphrodisiac for any remotely attracted to him, making the two girls feel lightheaded and lustful, making it all the more difficult to prevent their womanly urges from spreading their legs for him to plough them into the bed.

And his female melting charm immediately went to work, making Phoebe and Atalanta feel weak in the knees, feel helpless in front of this apex predator, this alpha who had come to feast on them. Their insides quivered pleasantly, a shaky smile curled their lips at the prospect of being fucked into oblivion, to be bred, to have their stomach swollen with his offspring. Years of spending their time in the wild coming to the forefront and driving them insane at his smouldering gaze, their spines tingling in anticipation.

They wanted to be his feast, his jewels, his treasure, to be his obedient fucktoys, to be pampered and cared for, to be bred and toyed with, by this dominant alpha.

Not being able to handle it anymore, Phoebe broke the moment, leaning up to kiss Percy hungrily. Something settled in her stomach, the fluttering of butterflies, making her feel uncomfortable.... unsatisfied.

A trail of heat spread through her core, fanned by Percy's own heat and Atalanta's gaze, making her thighs tremble as she kissed Percy needily, as if her life depended on it. Her lips moulded to his as he wrapped an arm around her waist, drawing both of them closer to his body as he explored her mouth.

He broke the kiss, before moving on to satisfy Atalanta, holding Phoebe close.

The daughter of Asteria gave a small, satisfied moan as she felt his shirtless body press against her as he claimed her lips with his, marking her as his. Their lips moved in sync, making their kiss even more special than it already was. The lustful heat made Atalanta whimper and buck her hips helplessly towards him in an attempt to relieve the growing pressure in her crotch, the increasing dampness in her panties making her feel uncomfortable.

Percy broke the kiss, grinning lecherously as he looked down at their bound forms. "Great, now it's your turn. Strip."

The two Huntresses blushed adorably, before Phoebe, ever the aggressive one, pointed out, "Unless your dumb ass couldn't tell, Jackson, we can't. So, if you would kindly let us get out of these... handcuffs..."

Percy smirked.

"Nice try, Huntress. Too bad it won't work. Hmm... what can we do?" He thought aloud in a teasing tone, "Meh, looks like I'll have to undress you, ugh."

He groaned, trying to make himself sound uninterested, and inviting two glares aimed at him, trying to imagine him into being instantaneously vaporized.

"Should we start with you first, Atalanta?" His voice was soft and silky, like a predator sweet-talking its prey, making the daughter of Asteria blush.

Without waiting for her answer, Percy went to work, sliding his fingers underneath her (his) oversized t-shirt and running his rough, calloused palms over her smooth, toned stomach. He massaged her abdomen for a moment, sliding his hands over her waist, which seemed to mould into his palms, before tugging her shirt upward.

Swallowing her mortifying embarrassment, Atalanta lifted up her handcuffed arms, revealing the natural, superhuman flexibility all Hunters were blessed with. She moved like a cat, somehow managing to manoeuvre her arms, which were handcuffed behind her on the bed, above her head to rest on the mass of pillows, allowing Percy to easily tug it off.

Percy discarded the shirt to the side without a second glance, his attention occupied by the much more pressing sight of the adorably blushing Atalanta's upper body.

Her cheeks were tinged pink, the bright blush creeping down her neck to tinge her shoulders, intensifying at Percy's unwavering, scrutinizing gaze. Her slender arms rested above her head, and she unconsciously jutted out her divine chest, silently praying Percy to lavish her tits with attention. She arched her back, trying to relieve the uncomfortable pressure building up in her tits at being watched by her crush and her roommate at the same time.

Percy's eyes wandered down from her delicious-looking neck to her creamy, pink-tinged shoulders, before wandering down her sides, purposefully avoiding her tits, saving the best for last. His eyes followed the curves of her toned stomach to her slim waist, marvelling at her smooth, supple skin. Her perfectly tanned, golden skin glistened slightly with sweat, looking like a delicious fruit that Percy would enjoy sinking his teeth into.

His eyes wandered up to her tits, making him swallow on instinct. Her beautifully tanned, golden tits fitted her lithe frame perfectly, hugging her chest firmly, the soft flesh jiggling softly with every breath she took, framed by her long, lustrous golden hair. Her cleavage invited him to kiss her skin, to hug his face between her tits and just enjoy her warmth, not caring about anything else. Her stiff, pink nipples and areolas perfectly contrasted her golden skin, looking like delicious cherries atop an equally delicious piece of heavenly soft flesh.

Percy's eyes flicked up to Atalanta's blushing face. "Pretty."

Phoebe was trying to sit up, trying to join him in ogling her sexy roommate.

"Didn't, I dunno, you guys, like, ever see each other naked?"

"Of course we did, Jackson, we're roommates. But, you know...."

"You never did sexual stuff? In the three thousand years you were roommates? Damn, you Hunters really have a stick up your ass."

Atalanta mumbled something intangible, looking away from him with pink cheeks, making Percy raise an eyebrow. "Sorry? I didn't quite catch that."

Phoebe cleared her throat uncomfortably, looking away in the other direction. Well, this was a new for Percy, because, during the time he had known her, the aggressive, confident daughter of Ares never averted her dark eyes from anybody.

"We didn't... before you and Annabeth came along to stay with us."

"Oh? What did you do then?" Percy's voice was getting huskier as he struggled to reign in his body's natural reactions, and it did not take a genius to see the effect it was having on the girls.

"We... we touched ourselves, and sometimes each other, and used toys...." Atalanta's voice was barely above a mumble.

"Hot. All because of little ol' me?" Percy teased, even as his fingers crept towards Atalanta's black panties. His fingers touched the sensitive insides of her smooth thighs, making her tremble quietly in anticipation as he hooked his fingers into her black panties.

"You, you were constantly fucking Annabeth, and she was so loud, and you were so hot, and so good.... You were the only man we ever considered good, the only man we ever considered breaking our oaths for, can you blame us?" Phoebe's voice shook with emotion. "A-and we thought that you were with Annabeth, so we wouldn't have any chance in Hades to be with you. So, we decided to have fun while we could, and... now we are here."

"Phoebe, look at me." He ordered, not removing his eyes from the intense staring contest he was having with Atalanta's now exposed, tight, little pink pussy. Her black cotton panties lay bunched around her ankles, where she effortlessly kicked them off, blushing furiously as she realised that she was naked and handcuffed in front of her crush.

"Ye- YES?!" Phoebe's voice came out a few octaves higher as she realised that Atalanta was now stark naked, and Percy was between her thighs, his crotch barely inches from her exposed, dripping wet cunt. She looked away, blushing heavily.

Percy dragged a finger along the daughter of Asteria's thigh, enjoying how she trembled and quivered beneath his rough touch, her muscles quivering under her smooth, golden skin. He couldn't help but marvel at how similar her body structure was to Artemis, slim and lithe, with a toned stomach and a slim waist that Percy just loved holding on to, though Atalanta was a good few inches taller than her patron, and with bigger, C-cup breasts.

He wanted to taste her sweet nectar, but decided that it would come later. For now, he had plans to execute.

"Don't you want to come over and express your love for your roommate, Phoebe?"

"Wh-what?!" Both girls cried out simultaneously in shock.

"Yeah. Phoebe, get in my position, and begin kissing Atalanta like you mean it. The better a show you give now, the better the reward you will receive later will be."

Still blushing, but not needing further encouragement, Phoebe crawled on her knees to take the place between Atalanta's thighs that Percy had vacated.

Blue eyes met black, and both roommates blushed in embarrassment, making Phoebe stop in her tracks.

Before she was promptly pushed.

Her hands were still handcuffed behind her, and so were Atalanta's, and so, there was nothing to break her fall as she crashed onto the blonde, both blushing furiously as their lips connected.

"Good, kiss her. Nice and hot." Percy's silky, soft voice wafted over, making the two girls shiver as they continued kissing each other, even as his rough, warm hands encroached upon their bodies. Phoebe's clothed body moulded perfectly to Atalanta's naked, golden skin, the fiery shorter girl fitting perfectly into the taller girl's body, as they moved together, joined at the lips, with Phoebe's body between her toned, long slender legs.

Phoebe shivered as she felt Percy's hands slip underneath her tank top, barely brushing against the underside of her boobs, sending goosebumps up her skin as he teased her. Her hot lips moulded to Atalanta's, feeling her chocolate taste in her mouth as Percy explored her stomach, lightly tracing her toned abs with a gentle finger. Phoebe trembled mutely with arousal as she felt him slowly trace some small, old scars that she had on her stomach and waist, lovingly rubbing his fingers over her rough, war-torn skin.

His fingers continued their torturous massage, sending trails of lustful fire burning her skin in his wake, as he nibbled lightly on her exposed shoulder.

Phoebe blushed as red as her hair as she felt his warm breath on her neck, but she did not break her kiss with Atalanta as he continued to kiss and suck on her neck. He nibbled lightly on her soft, pale skin, barely leaving any marks, forming an elaborate mental image of her sensitive spots as she shivered and trembled beneath his touch.

Finally, eager to move to the next step, he reluctantly removed himself from her smooth neck, glistening slightly with his saliva and now with a new hickey marking her as his.

"Sit up, Phoebes." His voice was gentle as he ordered her, making the daughter of Ares blush cutely at her nickname. Struggling a bit with her bound wrists, she eventually managed to sit up, thankful for her flexibility. Her arms were still handcuffed behind her, as she straddled Atalanta's waist, blushing slightly as she stared down at the naked girl, who met her gaze with lustful, hazy blue eyes, any dreg of shame at being ogled at, nude, gone.

Her blush crept down her neck as she felt Percy's hands on her waist, slipping underneath her shirt, tugging up her top, coupled with Atalanta's eager gaze that never left her torso, excited for every inch of pale, creamy skin that Percy exposed.

But Percy had other plans, as he cupped her ample, C-cup tits, slightly larger than her roommate's, beneath her tank top, hiding them from the other's gaze as he took his time playing with the soft globes of milky flesh.

Her firm, soft tits hugged her chest perfectly, with no hint of sag, sitting perky and eager on her chest despite their size. Percy could feel himself drooling as he ran his rough, calloused fingers over her soft, smooth skin, weighing her tits in his hand and just marvelling at how deceptively feminine the aggressive daughter of Ares' body was. Her stiff, cherry red nipples poked his hand, desperate for attention, and he responded, drawing gentle circles around her pink, sensitive areolas before flicking her nipple.

A loud moan escaped Phoebe at his action, no longer muffled by Atalanta's lips, making her blush at the sound.

"No need to be embarrassed," Percy spoke softly, lovingly as he continued to play with her tits, bouncing and groping them shamelessly in his hands. His fingers dug into her soft, pillowy tits, the excess flesh spilling out between his fingers. Any and all fat that Phoebe might have accumulated in her body seemed to have been deposited on her tits and ass, not that Percy was complaining in any way.

His soft, gentle voice, however, completely contrasted his actions, as he continued to tease Phoebe, almost torturing her in the most sensuous way possible, making her tremble and smother whimpers in her throat. However, her endeavours were to be in vain, as soon as he ripped her tank top off, leaving her naked and exposed.

"The fuck, Jackson?!" She screeched, looking around at the ruined shreds of her only tank top, that had been bought recently.

"Shut up." He ordered, not in the mood for any such nonsense. He had more important things to attend to.

"That was the only- mmph!"

And seeing she did not obey him, he cut her off with Atalanta's lips, again.

But Phoebe was having none of it, this time, as she struggled hard against his hands, even as Atalanta tried to restrain her, making her shoot a look of betrayal at her roommate.

"I said, shut up!" Percy's voice was harsh this time, accompanied by a loud smack and an embarrassed yelp from the daughter of Ares.

Another smack followed the first, making Phoebe whimper. "I'll get you as many new clothes as you want, if you are a good girl."

Percy just loved spanking Phoebe's ass.

Unable to control himself, he slapped her ass again, watching her soft, firm flesh jiggle and bounce with the force of his hit. She was wearing silver shorts, shorts that were restricting him from direct access to her smooth, bubble butt.

Growling, he tore her shorts off, too, adding another slap to her now exposed rear in an attempt to show the daughter of Ares who was the one in control here.

Phoebe moaned again, mewling and whimpering in need as Percy gave her other asscheek a well-deserved slap. She writhed, trying to relieve the uncomfortable pressure growing in her body, before lunging at Atalanta in desperation, claiming her lips with hers, to muffle her moans.

Percy laid his hands on her asscheeks, rubbing her smooth skin with his thumb. Her skin felt hot beneath him, no points for guessing why.

Her pale, creamy skin was flushed a bright pink, a result derived from a combination of Phoebe's bright blush, and Percy's harsh spanking showing through her glistening, flawless ivory skin. His handprint was displayed clearly on her asscheeks as he groped her bubble butt, eliciting cute moans from the daughter of Ares as she raised her ass higher, eager for more.

Percy smothered a chuckle in his throat.

Her wrists were tied together behind her, making her arch her back to accentuate her heart-shaped ass even further, just oozing sexiness. Despite the hindrance, she kissed Atalanta with feverish fervour, not even taking a breath to breathe, her lips permanently joined with her roommate.

He spread her asscheeks apart, gazing longingly at her exposed, pink pussy peeking out from between the sea of creamy flesh. Her inner thighs glistened with her warm nectar, dripping from her steamy cunt, barely inches away from Atalanta's equally sexy, equally tight maidenhood.

The sight made him throb in his pants.

Percy's dark, sea-green eyes swimming with lust flicked up to Phoebe's exposed, puckered pink asshole, making his mouth water.

Not being able to control himself anymore, Percy placed his face against her asshole, kissing her puckered hole slightly, feeling her aroused warmth emanating from her core. Before he let go of her ass, making her firm asscheeks clap around his face, allowing him to hug his face between her soft, heavenly asscheeks, feeling her soft flesh jiggle around his face.

Phoebe moaned at the feeling, her voice muffled by Atalanta's lips.

Percy growled, the deep, throaty sound making shivers run through the daughter of Ares' trembling body. "Don't stop kissing Atalanta, slut."

Moving downwards so that his lips barely grazed her dripping wet pussy, Percy went to work.

His lips latched around her clit, sucking tightly as his mouth was flooded with sweet, honeyed nectar, making Phoebe writhe and moan, before he moved on to the main course.

This was the true dessert he would have that night, Percy mused, as he spread Phoebe's fat lower lips with his tongue, hungrily sucking on her wet, hot cunt, trying to get her off as quickly as possible. His rough tongue dragged circles around her glistening crotch, his unmatched skills at pussy munching showcased as he made Phoebe buck and grind her cunt into Percy's face, smearing him with her juices.

His lips kissed her pussy lovingly, trying to express all the love he held for her as he kissed her lower lips, spreading her fat lips as he lashed her sensitive, quivering cunt with his rough tongue.

Percy grinned into her wet cunt as he continued sucking on her dripping pussy, enjoying the way she quivered and trembled, inching ever closer to orgasm with every passing second, flooding his mouth with her warm honey. His tongue invaded her tight pussy with brutish force, tasting her.

He just couldn't get enough.

His stubble grazed her sensitive skin, sending jolts of pleasure up her spine, prompting Phoebe to up the crescendo of lewd sounds she was making.

And then, Percy pulled back, deciding he had had enough of her sweet cunt. For now.

He moved out from behind Phoebe, content with staring at the two smoking hot Huntresses make out on the bed as he continued gently caressing Phoebe's sore ass.

His dark eyes gleefully followed the rivulets of warm nectar trickling down the insides of her thighs in arousal, dripping from her hot core onto the bed, and leaving damp, glistening droplets on the black bedsheets.

"Wh-why did you stop?" Phoebe whined needily, breaking her kiss with Atalanta to push her rear towards Percy, shaking her ass to tempt him into resuming eating her out. Her thighs trembled, her pussy ached from the lack of stimulation, and Phoebe almost felt like crying.

She had been this close to orgasming her brains out in what would probably be the best orgasm she would have had yet. Well, at least until Percy fucked her for real.

"Hmm?" Percy raised an eyebrow, not paying much attention to her. He was too busy watching her tits mashed together with Atalanta's, forming a beautiful mass of soft, creamy flesh of two contrasting skin tones, tanned golden and flawless ivory.

His eyes flicked upwards, shooting a grin at the blushing Atalanta, who had been watching him shamelessly ogle her. She quickly averted her eyes from his gaze, biting her soft, pink lips, slightly bruised and glistening with saliva from the passionate kisses the three of them had shared.

"I haven't- haven't..." Phoebe felt her dark eyes water, making her wonder why Percy was being so cruel to her.

But this was a good cruelty. Her body betrayed her, her nipples stiff and throbbing for his attention, her pussy wet and eager for him. The lustful inferno blazing inside her only increased at his denial.

"Oh? You haven't orgasmed yet?" Percy smirked cruelly, his expression betraying his knowledge of how close she had been to an explosive release.

"But you're so wet," Percy muttered, cupping Phoebe's sex. Immediately, warm fluids pooled in his palm, making him chuckle internally as he felt her heat, the quivering of his sensitive thighs and muscles, how sensitive she had become. His palm grazed her soft, fat lower lips, brushing against her clit, and that little bit of stimulation was enough to drive her again to the very edge.

And for the second time, Percy drew away.

"Wh-why are you doing this?" Tears of ashamed, humiliated arousal trickled down Phoebe's eyes as she averted her gaze, biting her lip out of habit. She was unable to meet Atalanta's gaze, fearful of the lust blazing inside her, afraid that her long time roommate would laugh at her slutty, submissive side.

"Hmm..." Percy hummed, tinkering with something he had summoned, careful to keep it out of view of the two curious girls. "I don't feel like having sex right now. I want to take a walk, that's what."

"What- ?"

Phoebe's eyes widened as she felt a warm, yet cool piece of leather fastened around her neck. It felt comfortable, snug around her neck, yet allowing her to breathe freely without chafing.

"What's this?" The daughter of Ares looked down, touching the leather as she tried to look at the article.

Her eyes wandered over to Atalanta questioningly.

"It's a collar." Percy laughed at the alarming rate at which blood rushed to their faces, until they represented open buckets of red paint.

The two Huntresses had similar collars around their necks, a sleek, elegant piece of black leather with golden studs for Phoebe and silver for Atalanta. Both of their collars had a circlet at the back for a chain to be attached, and a heart-shaped piece of metal in the front, -again, gold for Phoebe and silver for Atalanta- that carried their names, and also an elegant, cursive inscription, 'Property of Percy Jackson'. If that wasn't humiliating enough, there was another tag that the two carried, this one detachable, unlike the other, carrying the inscription, 'Private Slut in Training'.

"How do they feel, my beautiful sluts?"

Atalanta blushed, before mumbling shyly, "Comfortable."

Phoebe was blushing too hard to even make an attempt at coherent speech.

"Great, now that the two of you are ready, we can go for a walk!" Percy clapped his hands excitedly, before producing twin chains.

"What is that, Jackson?!" The two screeched in unison, unable to believe their eyes. He wouldn't dare.

"Chains to go with the collar, duh." He rolled his eyes at their perceived stupidity. "We can't go for a walk without a collar and a chain, now can we?"

He paused for a moment, before adding cheekily, "Sorry, correction. Two sexy little bitches like you can't go out for a walk without their owner holding their chains."

"Absolutely not." Again, the two were synchronized, fluttering their eyes at his coarse language. Blood rushed to their cheeks.

Unknown to each other, the same thought was running through each of their minds, 'I wouldn't mind, but Phoebe/Atalanta!'

"Oh, alright, then. I guess I'll just... take the collars and go for a walk alone. Maybe we can resume another time."

Percy tried to repress his grin at this already won battle, trying to put as much nonchalance in his words as possible. Trying to get the act going, he even turned to leave.

"No!" The two girls called out together, extending their arms towards his retreating back in an attempt to stop him from leaving. They blushed as they spotted the other doing the same.

"What?" He looked back over his shoulder, trying to sound bored.

"O-on other th-thoughts, we-we wouldn't mind." Atalanta stuttered out, blushing as he turned towards them, a wide grin on his face.

"Great, I knew you would come around!" Percy cheered, before bounding over, carrying the two chains in his hands. The two man-hating Huntresses, second only to Zoë and Artemis herself, blushed, standing still as Percy fastened the respective chains to their collars.

The click rang through the empty room, silent now that the TV had been turned off.

"Great, now come on." And like any good dom, Percy held the door open for his beautiful, chained submissives, letting them walk out into the cold, October night on the tropical island.

"Won't somebody see us?" Phoebe asked, looking around cautiously as she tried to hide her modesty with her slim arms. Everywhere she looked, she was met with an empty corridor, the entire mansion seemingly deserted, with only the shadows for company.

"Nah, everyone's sleeping. It's past midnight."

Bullshit, and Percy was the only one of the three who could call out his bluff. The moon shouldn't be this low during this time, there shouldn't be a golden glow to the moon, doves weren't supposed to be nocturnal, the owl definitely wasn't from this area, and there definitely wasn't supposed to be a crackling fire in the fireplace. Also, was the night darker than usual?

And he kept telling Thalia that electric blue wasn't the stealthily colour. Neither was hiding on top of the drinks shelf.

At least, kudos to Calypso for wearing dark clothes and a dark hat as she tried to hide in the garden. Perhaps she was not as innocent as she acted.

Stifling his laughter, and purposefully not looking at all the girls he could spot spying on them, Percy led the two cautious girls by the chains he held in his hands. They walked down the stairs, glancing around, but never spotting the things that Percy saw.

They were too busy with the feelings that were assaulting their mind and body for the first time in their long, immortal lives, the oddly pleasant feeling of being owned by someone worthy, of freely submitting to a man they loved over all else.

The gentle tugging on their collars as he led them, the cold air assaulting their skin, sending delicious goosebumps up their warm, flawless skin, and the feeling of their thighs quivering and knees weak with arousal.

Phoebe was worse off than Atalanta, with a mild case of blue clit, stumbling along as if she wore invisible high heels, as her pussy ached in protest, demanding that she satisfied herself.

And Phoebe could- Percy had taken off their handcuffs before they left the room- but she felt like anything she could do, Percy could do much, much better.

And so she persevered, trying to ignore the warm nectar trickling down the insides of her thighs, making her creamy, pale skin glisten, slick with crippling arousal.

The two blushed, their arousal spiking through the roof as they walked through the dark, seemingly deserted mansion. Their fingers quivered to relieve themselves of the growing pressure they felt in their tits and dripping cunts, but they controlled themselves, only barely.

Everyday, they had meals right here, at the dining table. All the girls sat together, laughing and enjoying their food.

And now, Phoebe and Atalanta were stark naked in the same room, barely feet away from where they were barely hours ago, laughing with their patron Artemis, and their sisters. And now, they were naked at the same spot, with throbbing, needy tits and dripping wet cunts, with a hungry, dominant apex predator leading them, tugging the chains attached to their slutty collars, taking them to feast upon their bodies, to satisfy his own, perverse hunger.

Treating them, some of the most feared Hunters in all of history, like they were nothing but slutty bitches in heat, like they were sex toys, mindless slutty bimbos who were only good for taking a good dicking, and being bred and giving him healthy babies.

The thought of being bred thoroughly, over and over again, of being heavily pregnant and carrying Percy's babies inside their womb, of being Percy's slutty bitches was scarily arousing, making them blush in humiliation, mortifying shame and embarrassment.

Percy sighed in content as he breathed in the fresh sea breeze of Ogygia that filled his lungs and buffeted his naked, exposed skin as soon as he stepped through the sliding glass door in the dining room. The night was beautiful, and the two girls waiting patiently behind him only made it even better.

"Great, now what?" Phoebe asked, irritated, trying to hide how aroused and needy she was.

Before she promptly yelped, falling to the sand. Immediately her arms came up to protect her face, and the Huntress landed on all fours in the grassy lawn. Atalanta followed her, landing on the ground on her hands and knees beside the daughter of Ares.

"Jackson!" They cried out, apparently forgetting their position. "What the fuck?!"

"I'm sorry, but I didn't know slutty bitches could walk on all fours. Or talk for that matter." His voice was husky and deep, and the thinly veiled message was loud and clear to the two.

They blushed again, slowly learning the ropes of being a proper submissive for the Dark god.

"Now let's go and take a nice little walk, shall we?" His voice was cheery despite his actions, making their wet arousal throb and quiver all the more.

Following his unspoken command, Phoebe and Atalanta started crawling on the beach on all fours, eager to please their master as they led him in search of a good, quiet spot where they could finally fuck like rabbits in heat.

Determined to give Percy the show of his life, the two sexy little vixens swung their behinds enticingly, making their ass jiggle and bounce, swaying from side to side erotically like some forbidden fruit just beyond Percy's grasp.

The moon bathed them in silver light, making them glow slightly with an ethereal beauty that made them look more divine than mortal, thanks to Artemis' blessing. Their skin glistened, glowing silver as they led him on the beach on their hands and knees.

Sand and dirt dug into the soft skin of their knees and palms, but they found themselves unable to complain, enjoying the feeling of Percy leading them by their collar, a slight tug that guided them with the lightest touch.

This was beyond humiliating, two of Artemis' sacred Hunters, sought after by the entire Greek pantheon like unattainable beauties, degraded like lowly animals as they kneeled in front of a man. As they eagerly, obediently crawled forward on their hands and knees at this man's heels.

Percy grinned as he followed his two obedient Huntresses, just enjoying the quiet moment with his beautiful submissives. His dark, sea-green eyes followed their swaying hips and jiggling butts as if there was nothing else in the world, never straying far from their erotic behinds. His eyes strained to catch a glimpse of their pretty, pink cunts through their thick thighs, dripping and glistening with warm, sweet nectar, which he could still feel on his lips, still taste on his tongue.

His only regret was that he could not see their pendulous breasts, swinging back and forth on their chest as they crawled forward on their hands and knees.

The sea gently lapped at the shore a few feet away, but Percy could not care less. A beautiful, cold breeze buffeted the three of them, ruffling their hair, making them all the more eager and hungry for the others' warmth.

Percy suddenly stopped, halting the two in their tracks.

"What happened, Percy?" Phoebe asked, looking at him worriedly.

He shot her a look.

"What?" She asked, growing slightly annoyed.

"Bitches don't talk."

Blood crept up their necks again at his words, at his lewd meaning, making the two blush hard, staying mute and unresponsive as they tried to digest it.

Percy nudged Phoebe with his foot. "Come on, bark like a good bitch."

Phoebe blushed even harder, her ears tinged red. She could swear there was steam coming out of her ears, as she glared hotly at Percy, trying to get him to think over his next few words, trying to intimidate him.

"Come on, slut, bark or we will stay here until dawn." Percy would not move back, making Phoebe glare harder at him, her entire face red as she conceded defeat, trying to get this over as soon as possible.

She shot a look at Atalanta, trying to threaten the taller girl against saying something embarrassing later on.

"Bark." Phoebe gave the dullest, unenthusiastic bark ever, glaring at Percy for making her do something that humiliating.

The fresh wave of arousal that escaped her dripping cunt, betraying her body's true reactions and her emotions, went ignored.

Percy seemed happy with that.

"Great! Could have been better, we'll work on it." He cheered, before guiding the two Hunters on their hands and knees to a nearby log.

Percy sat down on the log with a small sigh, stretching out his legs as he looked up at the moon. "Beautiful night, isn't it?"

The lust was forgotten in the peaceful moment as Atalanta and Phoebe blushed, cursing him mentally. One moment, they were lustful, on the brink of having sex, shameless and eager, and the other moment, Percy would do something small, insignificant, and they would be the two Hunters again, fierce, but timid in front of him, hopelessly crushing on him, helplessly watching him from afar.

The two nodded in agreement, kneeling on either side of the Dark god as they joined him in watching the starry night sky, temporarily ignoring the bodily sensations they were feeling - the cold wind assaulting their naked skin, the sand and dirt digging into their soft skin. The two stark naked Huntresses felt no shame as they sat on either side of Percy, at his feet like obedient sluts, joining him in wordless consideration.

The moment was soon broken by Percy. "Alright! Now, I'm in the mood for watching the two of you play about for a bit!"

"Bark?" Neither Phoebe nor Atalanta noticed how easily the bark came, nor the absent wave of shame. It came easily, like second nature to them, as if they had been acting like Percy's needy, slutty bitches for years.

Percy shot a look at the two. "Alright, Phoebes. You don't get to orgasm before Atalanta. So, get to work."

Phoebe and Atalanta looked at each other, before looking back at Percy.

"Oh, for fuck's sake, Atalanta, turn around, Phoebe, eat her out. Make it quick... for your sakes."

The blushing daughter of Asteria obeyed, turning around and getting in doggy style as Phoebe moved in between her spread legs. She arched her back, raising her ass in need and anticipation, her pussy glistening and dripping, exposed to Phoebe's hungry gaze.

She laid her cheek on the ground, feeling the rough sand against her cheek and touching her nipples as she twisted her body in an erotic posture, with only her ass raised, swaying and trembling slightly.

Phoebe wrapped her arms around Atalanta's waist, drawing the daughter of Asteria closer, as she buried her face in her dripping snatch, gingerly sticking her tongue in her warm, steamy cunt.

She felt Percy's grip tighten on the chains still connecting them to him, tugging slightly on her neck as she eagerly ate out her roommate.

Her tongue drew circles around Atalanta's wet cunt, teasing her almost as much as Percy had teased her, trying to recreate every single thing he did as he ate her out. This was, obviously, the chaste Huntress' first attempt at eating pussy, and her inexperience was evident as she gave Atalanta a sloppy, unskilled pussy munching, which made Percy grin at her sloppiness.

However, whatever she might have lacked in skill was more than made up for in eagerness, as she pressed her face hungrily to Atalanta's wet warmth, licking and sucking, eagerly swallowing her juices. Her tongue snaked around in her gushing cunt, lapping up the ample stream of fluids she was gushing, trying to search for sensitive spots.

Atalanta moaned and whimpered alternatively as she was eaten out by Phoebe, feeling slutty for being eaten out so vigorously by her roommate. She felt the by now familiar feeling of an orgasm building up quickly, much faster than when she used her fingers alone.

She and Phoebe had masturbated together a few times during their stay at the Hunt, when they had gotten their hands on some Percy Jackson porn merch.

She helplessly fisted the sand, feeling the dirt crumbling between her fingers as she desperately clawed at the ground, trying to relieve herself, trying to keep herself from screaming out too loudly. Her body writhed and twisted like a snake as she tried to keep her raging body under control, but in vain. Her hips bucked backwards, trying to derive as much pleasure as she could from Phoebe's eager, sloppy job, grinding her wet cunt against her face, smearing her face with her juices.

Her toes curled as her thighs trembled, moaning Phoebe's name as she strained at her collar, restrained by the chain in Percy's iron grip.

Phoebe's ruby lips latched around Atalanta's exposed cunt, licking and sucking on her sweet clit, enjoying the constant stream of sweet, warm nectar flooding her mouth.

Atalanta finally came undone with a scream, her body spasming from Phoebe's continued efforts as she orgasmed, feeling better than she had ever had as she fell to the ground limp, her weak knees no longer able to keep her up.

Phoebe snickered into Atalanta's quivering pussy, never stopping her ministrations even as the daughter of Asteria lay in the sand, moaning tiredly. Her hot, pink tongue continued to lap up the sweet juices coating the taller girl's inner thighs, making her perfectly tanned golden skin glisten, slightly salty with sweat. A sweet fragrance joined the saccharine taste, making Phoebe feel lightheaded, lustful, coupled with the heat emanating from both of their bodies.

The cold wing that stung her sensitive areas was now no longer a nuisance, a necessary item to help cool down their overheating bodies drowning in a raging inferno of lust.

Phoebe yelped as she felt a strong arm wrap around her waist, effortlessly dragging her through the sand. Her dark eyes still latched onto Atalanta's limp, tired body, watching her C-cup boobs rising and falling slightly as she breathed heavily.

The next moment, her ruby lips curled up in a beautiful smile of their own accord as they met another pair of lips, feeling Percy shove his tongue hungrily into her mouth in search of any remnants of Atalanta's fluids left in her mouth.

Percy broke the kiss, breathless and panting heavily in lust. Not bothering to conceal the raging boner he was sporting, he allowed Phoebe to reach down and tug off his shorts. The chain that connected to her collar lay with Atalanta's within arm's reach, abandoned in the sand.

The Huntress broke eye contact with the Dark god as she felt his erection finally spring free of the fabric confines of his boxers, and Percy took the moment to marvel at Phoebe's body.

While the kind Atalanta sported a slim, lithe stature similar to the fierce Artemis, the aggressive daughter of Ares shared her short, curvy body with the gentle hearth goddess that everybody on the island loved.

"The pictures didn't lie." Phoebe's words, whispered in awe, brought Percy back to attention, making him grin.

"It's the best, isn't it?" He grinned smugly, feeling his thick meat rest on her stomach.

"Best?!" The daughter of Ares' voice was a few octaves higher than normal. "It's massive! It's almost as large as my fucking arm! How are you going to put it inside me?!"

"Oh, trust me, Huntress, it'll go in very well," Percy whispered against her lips as he rubbed her fat pussy lips with his drooling cockhead. Her tight pussy leaked copious amounts of fluid, that, coupled with his precum provided enough lube, Percy decided.

And he, as was his norm, slammed all of his thirteen inches inside the thousand-year-old Huntress' tight, tight pussy.

His thick meat punched through her hymen, straight past her cervix and into her womb, making Phoebe scream in pain and pleasure, arching her back as she came helplessly, squirting everywhere. Phoebe felt like she would lift off the ground and float off to Elysium from the sheer pleasure she was feeling, making her hold on harder to Percy, to the feeling of having his oversized man meat inside her tight, no longer virgin maidenhood.

"How does it feel to finally lose your virginity and be a woman, Phoebes?" Percy asked, smiling down at the writhing girl.

The red-haired daughter of Ares felt tears well up in her dark eyes, tears of humiliation and pain that also made her want to weep from joy and smile from pleasure.

"It-It feels so good, it hurts, but it is a good hurt... I-I do-don't know, just fuck me, Jackson. Make me your bitch!" She screamed at him, urging him to finally pound her into the sand, to fuck her senseless and then some.

If only entering her gave her the pleasure she felt, enough to make her have the best orgasm of her life, Phoebe shuddered to think what would become of her when he finally chose to treat her seriously.

"Alright, Huntress. Prepare to be pounded into kingdom come." Percy spoke, smirking as he withdrew his hips, so that only his tip remained inside.

"Hah! I can take it." Phoebe replied with false confidence, smirking up at him, trying not to let her confident expression waver. Her thighs shook and trembled with the aftermath of the orgasm that had torn through her body, leaving her little more than a quivering mess, and she felt his cock, throbbing powerfully inside her womb, rearranging her body to fit around it. She wouldn't be surprised if he could lift her up with his cock alone- she could feel his oversized horsecock, as thick and as large as her entire arm, making her stomach bulge obscenely outwards, showing his cock in high detail, every ridge and vein visible through her skin. It felt like somebody had shoved an entire arm up her tight, unyielding pussy, breaking her with one sharp shove- even with only his bulbous cockhead inside her, Phoebe felt stretched out beyond anything she had ever experienced before- his tongue, her fingers, even the dildo that claimed to be the exact replica of his cock, didn't come close. It felt like she was fisting herself, but the feeling was amplified with everything.

What Phoebe wanted to say, if she was even capable of coherent thought at that point, was that she had fucked up.

And the realization hit her as hard as Percy slamming back into her womb.

And the feeling did not relent, nor did Percy's thrusts, as he set up a blistering pace, trying to keep his word of pounding Phoebe into kingdom come. He slammed against the back walls of her womb with every thrust, making her mewl and whimper as he moulded her womb in the shape of his cock, ready to make her pregnant. His balls, heavy with thick, potent cum slapped against her slightly sore ass, making her feel like he was spanking her all over again. He rubbed up against her clit with every thrust, as he slammed his hips against hers, determined to leave her pussy bruised, and her knees weak, thighs trembling and her unable to walk with sore, shaky legs.

His cock seemed to go on forever as he left her, making her feel oddly empty, before he slammed back in with brutal, animalistic aggression. Her velvety walls spasmed around his cock, hugging every ridge and vein greedily, trying to suck him in and never let go, seeking to milk him of his heavy load, until he pumped her womb full of his thick, delicious cream.

Phoebe's eyes rolled up as she was kissed, her body no longer hers as Percy played with her, his hips on autopilot, setting up a blistering pace as they thundered against her crotch, almost threatening to split her in half with his monstrous bitch tamer.

Her tits jiggled and bounced enticingly in front of Percy's salivating mouth, as her body shook and trembled, caught in the throes of a never-ending orgasm. Phoebe would try in vain to comprehend the effect of one thrust before three more would be upon her, drowning the willing, slutty Huntress in a constant sea of lust, and orgasmic bliss. Her inner walls quivered, her glistening thighs trembled, but it was all Phoebe could do to not pass out, to not go insane from this addictive feeling she was receiving.

Percy gritted his teeth, feeling his cock roughly penetrate her womb with every thrust. The Huntress was impossibly tight and wet with arousal, and the orgasms she was experiencing was not helping. Her surprising wet, slickness, courtesy of the constant stream of fluids gushing from her abused cunt was the only thing allowing him to pound her at the breakneck pace he was, her tight, velvety walls hugging his cock tightly and not letting go.

His eyes dropped from her hypnotically jiggling tits and cherry red nipples to her pussy, watching how he drew out her fat pussy lips and labia every time he pulled back.

Percy groaned out softly as he felt himself near his climax after the better half of thirty minutes. His jaw tightened as he tensed his abs in an attempt to stave off his orgasm, trying to pound the almost passed out Huntress for a few minutes more.

That attempt was soon foiled when his gaze met Atalanta's blue eyes, making the daughter of Asteria blush as she was caught watching Phoebe get pounded.

Another groan escaped the Dark god's lips as he felt himself cross the point of no return, making him buck his hips as he leaned back, staring up at the starry night sky as his lower regions erupted in bliss. His breath came in short, ragged pants and gasps as he felt himself cum, spewing thick ropes of fertile seed right in Phoebe's womb, filling her up within seconds.

But his orgasm did not subside, his cock continued to spew mind-boggling amounts of thick cum until he felt like he had emptied gallons inside her womb, not a drop being able to escape thanks to the plug formed by his thick cock still lodged deep inside her unbelievably tight pussy. Phoebe's toes curled in ecstasy as she thrashed around, screaming Percy's name to the heavens as she orgasmed her brains out at the feeling of being pumped full of his cum.

Phoebe's dark eyes watered as she drowned in a sea of lustful ecstasy, her tongue lolling out of her mouth as she stared up worshipfully at Percy. A slight glistening trail of saliva trailed down her cheek, past her ruby lips. Her skin glistened with slight sweat, her C-cup tits jiggling softly as she panted heavily.

She felt her womb distend and bulge to accommodate the ungodly amounts of cum being emptied into her, Percy's cock pumping her full of thick, delicious fluid like a firehose. Phoebe looked down, unable to see past her horribly bloated stomach, all her toned abs gone to give place to a jiggly, fat stomach pumped full of cum. She could feel the thick liquid sloshing around deep inside her cum bloated stomach, making her look heavily pregnant with triplets.

Phoebe panted heavily, letting her body rest limply on the ground. The sand and dirt dug slightly into her bare back, and she could feel the fluids pooling around her crotch. Her dark eyes met with Atalanta's wide blue orbs, and it was all the tired Huntress could do to shoot her roommate a small, tired yet satisfied smile before she laid back, closing her eyes.

She was content, feeling the cum sloshing around inside her. If she had known what this felt like, she would have jumped Percy the first time she saw him.

She gave a low moan, her thighs quivering in another small chain of mini orgasms, sparked off as Percy left her. His thick, fat cock left her once tight, virgin pussy gaping and ruined for anybody else. Thick cum gushed out of her gaping cunt as soon as he left, warm and sluggish against the sensitive skin of her abused cunt, forming a waterfall of delicious jizz that pooled around her ass.

Moaning softly as she wanted to retain the warm feeling of being pumped full of cum as long as possible, the once chaste Huntress, the feared daughter of Ares, Phoebe crossed her legs, trying to keep in all the thick, fertile cum Percy had pumped into her womb.

Percy stared at the girl, a small smile playing on his lips before he moved, ready for the next round. Atalanta's eyes followed his every step, fixating on his strong, throbbing cock still glistening, dripping with Phoebe's fluids, and viscous globs of his seed.

A log was placed, and Phoebe's legs were propped up on them, before Atalanta found herself slung unceremoniously, like a sack of bricks, on the wood. She yelped, her face coming face to face with her roommate's cumstuffed, gaping pussy as she was propped up on her hands and knees, ready to be pounded like the bitch she was.

"Slut, Phoebe ate you out, now it's time to repay the favour." Percy slapped her ass, watching her glistening golden skin turn pink with a single hit. Her perfect bubble butt jiggled enticingly, making his cock twitch in need.

The daughter of Asteria could not help but breathe in deeply, sniffing the intoxicating scent of Phoebe's sex, and the musky scent of Percy's fertile seed, which made her all the more wet and light-headed. If she had not been wet and ready to be pounded after watching Phoebe get the dicking she deserved, she definitely was ready now, Atalanta mused as she felt warm nectar trickling down the insides of her thighs.

She felt Percy get in position between her legs, his powerful cock throbbing with need, nestled between her asscheeks. A strong hand entangled in her golden hair, gripping a firm hold of her head before burying her face in Phoebe's dripping snatch.

"As hot as that staring contest with Phoebe's slutty pussy was, I think I told you to clean her up, bitch." His voice growled out, deep, making Atalanta shiver involuntarily, accompanied by a fresh wave of juices gushing from her eager, greedy cunt. Her nose pressed against the daughter of Ares' pussy, and every time she breathed, her lungs were filled with the aphrodisiac scent that made her insides quiver.

Always eager to please her new owner, Atalanta went to work.

Her tongue lapped up the steady stream of thick cum gushing from Phoebe's pussy, marvelling slightly at her bloated stomach. In all the thousands of years she had spent being her roommate at the Hunt, Atalanta had never seen the red-haired beauty ever look fat, and now, her stomach was horribly bloated beyond proportion, stuffed full of Percy's cum that sloshed about in her womb. Atalanta couldn't help the fresh wave of liquid excitement that escaped her at the thought of being pumped equally full.

Her cheeks red in humiliated arousal, Atalanta continued to hungrily slurp down the mixture of Phoebe's fluids and Percy's cum, sure that she was growing addicted to this tasty mixture that made her tastebuds sing in ecstasy, that made her feel like she was going to orgasm from every single lick. Specks of cum stuck around her lips like pearl droplets as she hungrily ate out Phoebe, looking every single inch the starving bitch she was. The thick, lewd mixture of bodily fluids was slurped up with gusto, making lewd, audible gulps as she drank it down, straight from Phoebe's sacred, innermost chamber.

She felt Percy's rough palms caressing her ass, groping her behind shamelessly and making her moan into Phoebe's pussy.

"Damn, Atalanta. You have the body of a fucking supermodel." Percy's grin leaked into his voice as he played with Atalanta's bubble butt, making her asscheeks jiggle and bounce in his palms. His harsh grip made his fingers sink into her soft flesh, her tanned, golden skin glistening, excess flesh spilling out between his fingers.

Her ass had taken a slight pink tinge as he spanked her, delivering occasional slaps to either cheek, as he felt like it.

"You're a slutty bitch, aren't you?" The effect his words were having on her were clearly visible, making her leak copious amounts of sweet, warm nectar that ran down the insides of her juicy thighs. Percy's lecherous grin broadened as he cupped her sex, feeling the daughter of Asteria's wetness that made her mewl and whimper.

"Yes, you're such a slutty little Huntress, aren't you? I wonder what your sisters would say." His voice was soft and silky, making Atalanta blush down to her neck, her ears assuming a pink tinge.

"How does the meal taste, bitch? Aren't you going to thank me for providing you with such a good meal?"

She briefly pondered on what to say, not stopping her tongue lapping at Phoebe's leaking pussy, before answering, "Bark."

She hoped that her voice would convey her emotions.

But if Percy got it or not was lost upon her, as he spread her asscheeks, nestling his throbbing cock between her ass, sandwiched in her soft flesh.

She gave a slight moan as she felt him rub against her ass and pussy, his oversized length put into full display as he managed to grind against both of her holes at once, smearing her golden skin with the glistening, lewd mixture that coated his ridged, veiny horsecock.

"Should I go with your slutty ass, or your tight, virgin pussy, Huntress?" Percy pondered aloud, making Atalanta blush as she found herself wondering how anal would feel like.

"Hmm... I took Phoebe's pussy, so, I guess..."

"Bitch, give me that ass."

And he yanked her up by the chain still attached to the collar around her neck, which she had all but forgotten, making her yelp as she felt the uncomfortable tug at her neck, making her head yank back. Her back arched of its own accord, accentuating her heart-shaped, luscious, tanned golden rear that made Percy salivate in lustful hunger.

And he rode her into the ground like the butch she was, fucking her in the position reserved for slutty bitches like her.

And she loved every moment of it.

Chapter 58: Seeing Sabaton: Part 1

Time: Next Day

Athena's grey eyes kept wandering over to the Dark god sitting in the driver seat, shaking in quiet anticipation as he raced the car over to the Wembley stadium for the show.

That morning, he had giddily entered the dining table waving two tickets for the live Sabaton concert, and no matter how much Athena protested, she was chosen to be the one to accompany him to the show.

She suspected that he had done that on purpose. Everyone knew how much the somewhat introverted wisdom goddess valued her solitude, and here he was, dragging her along to the undoubtedly loud and chaotic heavy metal concert.

Her cheeks reddened as she realised she had been staring at him for too long, making Athena forcibly look back at the congested road.

The people, it seemed, were slowing down even more than they already were as they saw their 'sexy supercar', as Percy so eloquently put it, roll by.

The normally prideful Athena tried to hide in the sleek, black leather seats, feeling uncomfortable at the people looking at them. There were butterflies fluttering in her stomach, a somewhat unsettling, though not unpleasant feeling that made her feel like a love-struck schoolgirl, a strange, out of place and unnerving self-consciousness that reared its ugly head every time Percy looked at her, his thrice-damned thousand-watt smile dazzling, never straying far from his perfectly edible, delicious looking lips.

Her small, soft hand, which rarely saw anything other than fine, delicate paper and smooth writing utensils, clutched the seat belt tighter, as she shifted uncomfortably in the shotgun seat.

The car gave an almost imperceptible, even for a goddess like her, lurch as Percy stopped at a red light, going from over eighty to zero in less than three seconds.

The solid gold Ferrari was built perfectly aerodynamic, so close to the ground that Athena felt she could reach out and touch the ground from her seat, itself an expensive luxury that only a god could afford. The entire thing was gold plated, a shining piece of art to ever grace the streets, smoothly rolling by the daily traffic and the smoke of the city, a golden lotus in the quagmire of mankind.

The gold was very close to Athena's deep blush as she felt Percy lean back in his seat, extending an arm to wrap around her shoulders as he sighed in content.

Despite her brain screaming at her not to, Athena's body disobeyed, leaning in close to Percy's chest to feel his warmth and comfort, a feeling she dearly missed every time he broke a hug. Her cheek touched the soft fabric of his black t-shirt, making her sigh softly as she felt Percy rub her shoulders.

"Enjoying the day so far, Athena? Olympus knows you needed to get out of that musty old library, and get something physical in. It's a surprise you don't get fat sitting in a chair all day." Percy laughed, poking her toned stomach through the thin t-shirt she wore, making Athena blush harder.

"I'm a war goddess, too, Percy. I'm always in peak condition." Athena mumbled softly, not bothering to look back at him to hide her golden blush. She snuggled into his side, undoing her seatbelt and cursing the gear for not allowing her to slide into his lap.

Her golden cheeks slightly disguised by her bright blonde hair, the wisdom goddess looked out of the window at the day going on in the mortal realm.

The skies were slightly overcast, a gentle greyish tinge that showed that a harsh winter was just around the corner. The sun was not visible, hidden behind a thin blanket of grey clips that stretched as far as the eye could see in Zeus' neverending domain. But the shade did not equal cool, for the day was as hot as could be, an oppressive sweaty heat characteristic of October, a last wave of heat before the cold struck. A few crows circled overhead, seemingly the only birds evolved to survive the harshness of the urban areas, their black wings lost in the hazy smoke of the road beneath. There was no breeze, the dust and the smoke never settled, lining the dull green leaves of the trees thickly, merging with the pale greys of the worn pavement and the forest of concrete and glass that sprawled ahead, one of the most dissimilar sights to Ogygia's tropical lushness as there was, and Athena should know, she had been to every major city in the world.

Athena shivered slightly as she felt the cool air of the air conditioner assault her skin, sending goosebumps up her smooth skin, yet she could not but embrace the delicious sting of the cold air, not a bit like the smoke and oppressive heat outside. She smelled the potent fragrance swimming about in the car's interior, the scent of the car's air freshener mixing with the natural fragrance of the Dark god, a scent that made women feel weak in the knees.

And Athena was no exception, a weak feeling that made her melt into Percy's side as she nestled her head against the crook of his neck, being lulled into a comfortable sleep, more comfortable in the car seat with Percy than in her expensive, luxurious bed without him.

She stirred when Percy removed his hand from her shoulder, feeling the car him into life again, before they resumed their journey to Wembley.

Athena reluctantly removed herself from Percy's side to allow him to concentrate on the road, her eyes never leaving his form, making her gulp slightly in anticipation, looking forward to the date she had initially opposed, with the man she had hated in some distant past that seemed centuries ago, son of the man she loathed (and still barely tolerated).

Athena glanced at Percy out of the corner of her eye, watching the grin tugging at the corner of his lips as he sped towards the stadium, weaving in and out of traffic. His hands moulded perfectly to the leather-clad steering wheel, smoothly guiding the sleek, ultramodern car through the throngs of traffic making their way through the thick London streets.

Oh yeah, they were in London, in case you couldn't tell. The Wembley Stadium in London, is the home of Tottenham Hotspur football club, and the only awards lifted there were the ones held by Sabaton.

#classicSpursy

But back to the matter at hand, Athena couldn't help checking out the Dark god out of the corner of her eyes, examining him as keenly as she would if he were a beautifully written masterpiece.

Which he was, if any female had anything to say about it, Percy was a masterpiece, the best in the gene pool, an alpha whose genes would be best for the future generations. And yes, that does mean what that means, and every girl wanted to be bred by the smoking hot hunk of a Dark god.

And Athena was no exception.

Her eyes traced his angular, sharp features that sent shadows dancing across his face, accentuating his features, making him look every inch the sinful Dark god everyone desired. He had rich, aristocratic features, a sharp nose and high cheekbones that added definition to his face, a few days old stubble darkening his chin and sharp, well-defined jaw, adding to his overall appeal, and making Athena want to kiss and suck on his neck and jaw. His silky, raven black hair seemed darker than night, so dark that jet black did not even begin to describe it. His messy locks fell in an adorable mess around his forehead, most of it clumsily pulled back into a just perfect, small man bun. Perfectly tanned, bronze skin made him look like a Greek supermodel, only better. A silver earring glinted on his ear, mirroring the dazzling brightness of his abnormally sharp, perfectly white teeth that were revealed whenever he smirked, which was always. His pink, soft and sweet, cupid bow lips seemed to be the annoying cherry on top, a pair of lips that made every girl hungry and unsatisfied till she devoured it.

His slender neck led to a set of dog tags that always jingled around his neck, glinting with the names of those deceased. He had the perfect inverted triangle shape body structure that every male was envious of, with broad shoulders and a muscle packed chest leading to a slim waist, with well defined, toned abs. His long, lean arms were equally well-muscled, capable of crushing rocks, and with it, the will of women. His thin cotton clothes clung to his body like second skin, showing off his hard-earned musculature and toned swimmer build. He was wearing only a slightly tight, black Sabaton Steel Commanders t-shirt, and with it a pair of black skinny jeans that ended in Nike CR7 boots.

And if that wasn't enough, his innumerable tattoos peeked out through his tight t-shirt, dark ink painted on his skin, visible on his neck and biceps.

And Athena knew the heat that he was packing in his boxers- she was one of many who had purchased the... ahem, merchandise when it had been leaked by the blessed children of Aphrodite. The knowledge, accentuated by her photographic memory, that preserved every single detail after only a glance, only served to test her resistance to temptation in the form of the Dark god beside her.

Feeling more than a bit self-conscious, Athena averted her gaze to the side mirror, examining her reflection in the glass.

She was a goddess. Of course, she looked perfect.

Athena looked like, for lack of a better expression, a less erotic and more nerdy and aggressive version of Aphrodite.

Her blonde princess curls, which her children were known for, fell in a soft, gentle cascade of interwoven golden hair past her shoulders. Her stormy grey eyes were the most prominent feature on her face, a piercing gaze that one could never forget easily. Her eyes, which might or might not be obscured by glasses, saw everything, piercing one's soul and not missing even a single detail, lined by perfect eyebrows and curly eyelashes. Her face was slightly on the slender side, the face of a warrior, not the heart-shaped face that Aphrodite or her daughters boasted of. She had soft, sweet pink lips that just begged to be kissed, full lips that she sank her perfect, white teeth into, in anticipation. She carried with her the sweet scent of expensive cologne, with just a slight hint of olives and old paper. Her look was touched up with the only jewellery she ever wore, a pair of small, simple silver earrings that dangled daintily from her ears.

Athena wore a simple grey jumper over an even simpler sleeveless white vest, the grey fabric beautifully contrasting her slightly tanned skin. This was accompanied by white skinny jeans and sneakers of the same colour, which made her look the exact opposite of Percy, who was decked out in all black nine times out of ten. Athena had a perfect hourglass figure, though not as curvy as Aphrodite, or as slim and lithe as Artemis, just in the middle. Her slim waist and toned stomach led to wide, childbearing hips that rendered her a perfectly breedable look to Percy's occasionally wandering eyes, her baggy clothes the only thing hiding her sinful bubble butt from his wandering eyes. Her jumper hugged her curves perfectly, and Percy's hands just itched to grope Athena shamelessly, and make her his obedient bitch.

The D-cup tits did not help either in that regard, perfectly round and firm on her chest, globes of soft flesh that jiggled softly with every breath, tipped by cherry nipples. Athena had to wear bras a few sizes too small for her to keep her large tits from interfering in her day to day life, though now, she could only be thankful for her oversized milk jugs that drew Percy like a moth to a flame. Despite being the best male around, Percy was still a male whose hormones would not be denied, and Athena had caught him more than a few times holding a staring contest with her chest.

Ichor crept up her cheeks as she felt her heart beat faster, her body warming up as she thought about the Dark god beside her. Perhaps being in his harem wasn't that bad, after all.

The Ferrari rolled to a smooth stop in the parking lot, and Percy jumped out, before holding the door open for Athena, always the gentleman.

She shot him a small smile as she stepped out, blinking slightly at the hot weather as compared to the car's cool interior. Athena took Percy's hand, watching quietly as he locked the car, trying to ignore all the stares they were getting from the few people milling about.

Percy stretched to his full height, ignoring the blatant stares he got from the females around as he felt his bones pop satisfyingly. His love for cars, and his height did not go too well, sometimes, seeing how he had to be cooped up in such a small space.

Looking down at his shy goddess, he smiled at her, fanning her small blush further, before leading her to the security checks.

The two stopped at the gates, where Percy produced their tickets, allowing them entrance to the stadium.

They were a bit early, and there was hardly anyone about.

Athena clung tightly to Percy's side, enjoying his warmth. Her shorter frame moulded to his side like she was made for it, as she hugged his arm to her chest, looking around shyly with wide eyes.

Percy made every effort to ignore the way his arm was sandwiched between her tits, but he hid his discomfort at the wondrous, childlike innocence in Athena's gaze as her beautiful, so familiar yet so different, stormy grey eyes eagerly devoured every detail of the stadium.

She had never been to a concert, especially not an energetic, chaotic metal concert, so this was... a new, promising to be extreme, experience for the introverted wisdom goddess.

She took a moment to acclimatize herself to the new environment, noting every little detail about her surroundings.

The stage was unlike any she had seen before, with barbed wire and sandbags that made it look like a WWI battlefield, though, if what Percy had told her was any true, then it might be what they were going for, anyway. A few staff milled about on stage, making last-minute adjustments and checking everything for one last time before the concert kicked off. The lights were dimmed in preparation for an explosive start,

The people were beginning to pour in, now, and Athena could see all the stands getting filled slowly, with more people pooling in the mosh pit. It was a most curious amalgamation of people of all ages and sizes, most wearing the same merchandise that Percy sported, but a few with unique costumes that spoke of the familial, jovial eccentricity that characterizes metal fans. The same lightheartedness that is invisible to those who are not of the metal family. Athena thought she had spotted a WWI general hand in hand with a pink unicorn, but she had seen worse.

But after all that, the only words she could muster were, "You roll up in a Ferrari and get us tickets in the mosh pit?"

Percy waved her off, not even bothering to acknowledge her with a glance. "The most fun happens in the mosh pit. Don't worry, I'll protect you, goddess."

Athena hugged him tighter, her cheeks warming slightly at his words. "The only thing that is stopping me from walking out from this concert right now is that you promised me that they sang about history and stuff.... which seems true, so far. That is probably the only thing interesting about this. I would really prefer some soft, gentle music, instead. Any time of the day."

Percy fixed her with a bland look, which made Athena blush as bright gold as her hair. "Your music choices suck. But I have seen worse."

"Like Atlas vibing to Kpop?"

"Like Atlas vibing to Kpop. Whose stupid idea was that, anyway?"

Athena's lips trembled, but she managed to stifle her laughter at the look on Percy's face, but only barely. It was the son of Poseidon himself who had come up with the idea initially, intent on torturing Atlas insane with Kpop, but to his horror, the titan seemed to like the music.

Athena didn't know why he was so..... pissed off by that.

She was dragged back to reality by the loud guitars blazing to life, making all the crowds gathered in the stadium cheer loudly.

The wisdom goddess looked up at her smoking hot date, screaming his head off as he fangirled over the band members, bringing a small smile to her face at his childishness.

"We are Sabaton, and this is.... GHOST DIVISION!"

Athena's only complaint was that they were somewhat loud, but it seemed like everyone here enjoyed that, so she wouldn't complain. Every person had their own preferences, and as long as they were not hurting others, she couldn't say anything.

Even as the entire crowd jumped up and down in the mosh pit, screaming nonsensically, joined by a crazy powerful Dark god in their midst, Athena couldn't help but smile.

She hugged Percy tightly, breaking him in the middle of the Winged Hussars chorus as she tugged him down to her height.

Percy had a strange sense of deja vu as his lips met the soft, pink lips of the shy, vulnerable wisdom goddess.

There were a few wolf whistles from the people around, making the two blush, but they did not break the kiss.

As Percy led her expertly, moving in sync with her lips as their lips moulded together, Athena felt butterflies fluttering in her stomach, making her feel weak and needy.

The concert went on for a few hours, during which the couple just enjoyed each other's company. Percy sang along with the rest of the thousands of loyal fans to a few songs, raising chants occasionally, and partaking in the metal madness.

Athena watched the Dark god lose his mind and act like an overexcited child. She laughed at his antics, clinging to his shirt and enjoying the frequent hugs he gave her. His dominating presence, towering over everybody else with dark, sexy looks deterred any stupid males that might have approached her on any other occasion.

She might even dare say that she enjoyed the concert. She clapped absentmindedly sometimes, she got everything the songs were about, this was much more interesting than the cliché shit like love and heartbreak that most pop songs were about. The music was above average, (in her opinion) if a bit loud. Above all, the flashing lights, drawing attention like moths to a flame, the high energy performances, the beer thrown about and pure excitement and passion everyone exuded was the cherry on top of the cake. She could catch a glimpse as to why so many people across the world, including her Dark god, was crazy about this.

The only thing was the occasional chuckles she had to stifle, drawing curious looks from Percy. This was the only side effect of being an immortal who knew everything first hand. It had been one of her own sons who had shot King Carolus Rex dead, so forgive her if she could not take the question of 'Killed by his own or by his foe?' seriously.

She smiled up at him, her grey eyes twinkling as Percy looked down at her with a smile dazzling enough to match hers, riding a perpetual high.

His arms wrapped around her waist, his rough palms cupping her round bubble butt through the thin fabric of her white jeans. He used his grip to effortlessly lift her up, pressing his lips to hers in a searing kiss.

Athena tried to deny how good his lips felt, or how her heart sang in happiness. The sensitive insides of her thighs quivered, and her unwavering, unshakeable will was the only thing keeping her from wrapping her legs around his waist.

Ichor rushed to her cheeks, as her eyelids fluttered at his brazen action.

Finally regaining some semblance of control over her muscles, she pushed him away, landing nimbly on her feet as he stumbled back, letting go of her. She ignored the painful pang in her chest at the hurt that flashed across his eyes momentarily.

She fisted his t-shirt, using her grip to pull the tall Dark god down to her height, pressing her lips to his in another chaste kiss, trying to tell herself that that would be the last one for a few minutes. She couldn't just spend all her time kissing the annoying son of Poseidon, no matter how much her entire being screamed at her to do so.

"We're in public, Jackson. Act appropriately." She hissed against his lips, unable to resist the temptation to dive in for another short kiss.

Percy smiled sheepishly when she pulled away.

"Sorry, Athena," the use of her real name told her he was being serious for once, before he offered her his arm. "Come on, let's go. Everyone's leaving."

She looked around, indeed, the fully packed stadium was dispersing slowly, everyone reluctant to part with the spot that had marked such an enjoyable few hours.

"That, we shall." She spoke, smiling softly at Percy as she hooked her arm through his, trying not to be too clingy, trying to resist the temptation of snuggling into his side.

They had only taken a few steps when Percy stopped abruptly.

"Percy?" She asked, feeling a bit worried.

He turned towards her, his eyes wide and gleaming with rarely seen excitement. "Athena, can you control the Mist?"

"Yes, of course. And so can you. We are gods, Percy." She explained softly, unable to see where he was going with this.

"Well, then, I was wondering if...."

Oh. Of course, she should have seen it coming from a mile away.

"You want to use the Mist and get yourself autographs?"

He looked pleasantly surprised. "You can read my mind! Si si si si si si si!"

She sighed, shaking her head softly at him, despite the smile tugging at the corner of her lips. "Alright, Percy. Come on, lead the way."

And the giddy god tugged her towards the backstage.

It was a few minutes later that Percy was standing in the parking lot, staring blankly ahead. The moment he had come face to face with the band members, he had gone stiff as a board, like a schoolboy meeting his star, leaving Athena to do everything. He had just walked around like an animated puppet.

He finally seemed to snap out of the awestruck trance he had slipped into. "Athena! Why are we in the parking lot?! We-we- did I-?"

He seemed to wilt.

Athena smiled at him, holding up the Crusader helmet that was part of his godly armour. On the pitch-black godly metal, with white marker and some of Athena's discrete magic, were the signatures of all the five members of Sabaton.

Percy was in a permanent state of disbelief as he reverently held the helmet in trembling hands. His knees were shaking in excitement.

Athena shot him a warm smile. "We can charm it to be permanent when we return to Ogygia."

He looked up at her, his eyes trying to convey a message. His lips moved, but, in his state of shock, no words seemed to come out.

"And the pictures with the band members are in your phone. In your back pocket."

"Oh, you beautiful, beautiful, goddess."

"Percy." A bright golden blush crept up Athena's neck.

"I could kiss you right now." Percy continued, ignoring her darkening blush.

"Percy."

"No, not could. Let me kiss you right now, to show you the affection I hold for you, my beautiful, beautiful goddess."

And he scooped her up, holding Athena bridal style in his arms as he made his way to the golden Ferrari, a gleaming gem in the drab parking lot, visible from miles away.

Time for a steaming hot make out session.

Chapter 59: Seeing Sabaton: Part 2

Time: Same Time

Dark, sea-green eyes clashed with stormy grey, but not in an unfriendly way, as the two sat outside a small cafe in downtown London.

Athena blushed when she realised she had been staring too long into his mesmerizing eyes, looking down at the menu card in her hands and breaking the impromptu staring contest. Percy pumped his fist in the air in response, glad that he had won the unannounced, one-sided staring contest.

She felt like snorting at the meagre menu card. She could have much better dishes with the snap of a finger.

However, sometimes, it is the simplest things in life that give one the most happiness. And looking up at Percy resting his chin on the table, looking at a butterfly settled on his nose, she couldn't help but agree, letting a small, musical chuckle escape her.

They were seated outside a small cafe in downtown London, as already stated. It was old, with peeling paint and a musty interior that could have fallen apart if Percy had breathed hard enough, run by an equally old and run down couple. The air inside was stale, and the lighting was poor, plunging the majority of the cafe in dinghy darkness. The couches surrounding the tables looked old and hard worn, with a few springs loose and the leather torn in some places. A thick layer of dust covered everything, including the counter, and Percy seemed genuinely surprised to see that there was no dust covering the rickety old man sitting behind it, hidden behind a newspaper that seemed too heavy for his stick arms.

It took them three tries to get his attention, and a few more to place their order.

If Athena did not believe in Percy's benevolent nature after Artemis' lengthy rants on how he was the only acceptable male, she certainly did now after seeing how kindly and patiently he handled the old couple.

After ordering their food, he paid in advance, leaving a hefty tip. A few thousand pounds too hefty to be normal, if he wasn't a god. The old man didn't even notice the extra money, enough to see them through for a few months, when he waved his hand, accepting their payment without removing his eyes from the paper.

And so, here they were, sitting outside the old cafe at a wooden table that seemed to be in better condition than the rest of the cafe. Its paint was peeling, giving it a rough texture similar to bark and unpolished wood, and it was as cold as steel to the touch. There was an old, thin umbrella that blocked out nothing, sun nor rain, that provided the only shade, just a thin covering barely enough to protect them from the scorching sun.

And yet, Athena, who was always used to the posh lavishness and luxury that comes with being one of the Olympians, would not swap this for anything else.

Mortals were so puny, insignificant. Gone in the blink of an eye. Yet, Percy had been a mortal once, and this feeling of living an eternity, a happy, glorious eternity that flew past in every second, was an entirely new emotion that the wisdom goddess had been ignorant of, until she crossed paths with this mortal turned Dark god.

The butterfly fluttered from Percy's nose, weak and delicate, its baby blue wings almost transparent as it made its way shakily over to Athena, attracted by her laughter. She had cocked one leg over the other as she sat in the rickety steel chair, and now, the butterfly took residence on her knee.

Athena paid it no attention except a look to see the beautiful, blue insect settled on the white fabric of her jeans, before hiding her golden face behind the menu card. Percy's gaze never wandered from her face, making her feel as if the paper barrier wasn't even blocking his scrutiny. She ignored the fact that they had already placed the order, so the excuse of checking out the menu wasn't sound.

The population of London milled about the two, lost in the monotone of their dreary day to day lives, a constant grey haze of faces that came and went without a second look. Ignorant mortals that did not value the lives bestowed upon them, ignorant of the gods that were amongst them.

The crowds of daily commuters that congested the streets of London thronged about them, carrying themselves in their tightly packed schedules as fast as their legs could carry them, only sparing glances for the two otherworldly beings seated outside the old, dusty cafe that rarely saw customers.

"Hey, Athena."

"Mm?" She hummed, finally getting her blush under control. The butterfly fluttered from her knee to take a place in her lustrous, golden blonde hair.

"What are you thinking?"

She looked up, meeting his eyes and allowing him to see her insecurity.

"Hey, goddess, I'm here. We're here with you, nothing to worry about. No one will leave you, no one will bully you anymore."

"But Percy...." Her voice trembled. "They already did."

"What do you mean?"

"Do you think they treat me great after what I did to you? They ignore me, do not talk to me. Most of them, at least. Eris, Nemesis, Styx, Nyx, Hestia, Artemis and Aphrodite are the only ones who talked to me. At least until you cleared everything up."

Her lips trembled, and seeing Percy's spread arms, she abandoned her seat, practically jumping into his lap. Her fists curled in his black t-shirt as she pressed her cheek to her chest. His rapid heartbeat thumped loudly in her ears, bringing ichor to his cheeks as she tried to hold in the tears threatening to break the dam.

He was alive. Percy was alive and well. He was here, he won't go.

Percy's arms wrapped around her, holding her tightly to his chest in a comforting manner. Unknown to her, she had begun to hyperventilate at some point, but Athena struggled through. She did not care that they were in public, and that people could see her breakdown.

"When you tried to commit suicide, I-I locked myself in the library. Nobody came to get me, not Artemis, nor Hestia. I went without food or drink for a few days. If-If you had died, th-then I would have followed you. I-I ca-can't do it anymore, Percy, I can't keep up the act!"

And she broke down sobbing, burying her face in his chest as she continued ranting, letting loose all the millennia of ostracism, bullying and insults she had had to bear, something which nobody understood, something which took a lot of shit to finally get her free of.

Now, even when her entire life had been handed over to the whims of an unstable Dark god, she felt freer, happier than she had ever felt.

She finally belonged.

A family.

A man who gave her a family.

A family who loved her, and each other, more than anything else in the world. A family which would always be there, which would never crumble, never lose its lustre.

Athena snapped her fingers, cleaning themselves up in the blink of an eye before crashing her lips hungrily onto Percy's delicious lips, intent on never letting go.

His eyes widened at the sudden action, before Percy kissed back, his hands smoothly sliding to her waist.

His large hands moulded to her slim waist, holding her as tightly to his body as possible as he kissed her passionately, trying to comfort her through the sizzling, steamy kiss. Their lips moulded together, all their raw emotions pouring through the contact of their flesh as they moved in sync, sharing a kiss only the most experienced of lovers were entitled to.

Athena's body betrayed her mind, her arms wrapping around his neck to trap him, intent on never letting him leave. Her hips bucked towards Percy, grinding her clothed crotch slightly on his abs as his grip tightened on her waist, holding her in place as they kissed each other breathlessly, always hungry and needy for more.

Percy's tongue gently caressed Athena's lips, asking for entrance which was nervously granted. Immediately Percy took advantage, violating her mouth with his tongue and not waiting for her response. His years of experience kicked into action, as he led Athena like a master, making her toes curl in pleasure, making her toe the fine line of orgasm with only a searing hot kiss alone.

Eventually, the overwhelming need to breathe made them break the kiss, their lips glistening with saliva and slightly swollen.

"Here, dearies, your food. Enjoy your meal." The old lady's voice wafted over the blood rushing in their ears, followed by the clatter of cutlery as their food was served.

Percy had never seen anyone blush so fast, or so hard.

Athena's face erupted in golden as she was reminded of their position right in the middle of a crowded London street.

She tried to move out of Percy's lap, but was restrained by his grip on her waist. The most she managed to do was wriggle around in his lap so that she had her back to him, facing the food-laden cafe table.

"Percy, we're in public!" She hissed, trying to deny how good the warmth of his lap felt.

"Stay in my lap, goddess. Be a good girl, or I will have to punish you." His voice was husky, sending shivers down her spine. Goosebumps erupted on her smooth, pale skin as she felt his warm breath on her smooth, exposed neck. "Now, eat like a good girl."

What had she gotten herself into?

But Athena wouldn't swap this for everything in the world, reflected in her actions.

"Yes, sir." Her voice was meek as she obediently dragged the plate closer to her, ignoring the people on the street that were undoubtedly looking at her as she sat on Percy's lap.

Comfortable silence filled the air, interrupted by the sounds of regular life around them and the scraping of cutlery.

"Won't you eat, sir?" The words were out of her lips before she had a chance to screen what she said, something which was very unlike the normally cold and calculated wisdom goddess.

A small golden blush erupted on her cheeks, but she remained silent.

"No, goddess. You eat, I'll eat later." He spoke, nuzzling the back of her neck affectionately. His arms wrapped around Athena's slim, toned stomach as she finished the two sandwiches they had ordered, just holding her.

"P-Percy." Her words were muffled, her ears tinged golden as she felt his hands wander.

He nibbled lightly on her earlobe, his teeth sinking into her soft flesh. "What happened to sir?"

"We-we are in public. Please."

"I don't care. You are mine, I can have you whenever I want, wherever I want." His hands crept towards the waistband of her skinny jeans, making her thighs quiver pleasantly. "Besides, I'm hungry now. I want to eat."

"Th-then..."

"Tut tut, goddess. I want, no, I need, to eat you right now. You are looking like the most delicious meal I can have right now."

Athena's blush crept down her neck as she felt Percy's warm, rough fingers creep into her jeans. His other hand wrapped firmly around her stomach, barely brushing the underside of her massive melons to hold her in place.

And then, he shoved his hand straight into her panties.

Athena bit down hard on her arm to stifle the scream that threatened to tear from her throat, her grey eyes fluttering wide open as her senses were assaulted by truckloads of bliss.

It was all she could do to summon every single ounce of self-control that she had and stuff her mouth full of sandwiches to stop herself from screaming out loudly. Beads of mercury like sweat rolled down her forehead, her thin clothes suddenly too hot for her. She wanted them off.

Her hands grabbed desperately at the table's edge as she chewed slowly on the sandwich in her mouth, trying to ignore the ecstasy Percy was bringing her from only his fingers.

His fingers rubbed her sensitive pussy, tracing gentle circles around her gushing slit. She felt the warmth of his hand packed in the close space of her tight panties, making her sensitive flesh quiver. He gently traced his calloused fingers along her wet slit, before spreading her fat lips apart with his fingers, letting her pussy gush fluids and soak her panties.

"P-Percy."

"Call me Master, goddess."

"M-m-Master, oh-oh please, d-don't~" Her voice wavered and trailed off as warmth bloomed inside her. She hated this weakness, yet this feeling of being weak, helpless at Percy's hands was strangely exciting.

"Good girl. Would you like a reward?" His husky voice sent shivers down her entire being. The smile tugging at his lips was almost audible in his voice, the glee in the Dark god's heart at seeing the prideful Athena break so easily, with pitiful, mewling sounds and lewd moans, accompanied by brazen proclamations of his ownership over her body, the only things escaping her lips.

Without waiting for her answer, Percy's fingers acted on their own, expertly finding her exposed, pink clit without any problem, before promptly pinching her soft, sensitive flesh.

A small, stifled scream escaped her at that one as her thighs quivered, bringing her ever closer to a promising, explosive orgasm that she was sure would make her treasured brain melt in ecstasy.

"Please, please, Master. I'll do anything, just make it finish quickly." She pleaded and begged the Dark god, ignoring the fact that her pride and dignity were slowly turning to mush. She would have dropped to her knees and begged him, she would have done anything if he had so asked, the torture that made her toes curl in ecstasy, that made her question her own sanity, was too much.

Percy did not stop at the pleas that tumbled from her mouth, pumping three fingers in and out of her tight, gushing pink pussy at a rapid pace. Her velvety, virgin walls spasmed around his fingers as her warm, sweet nectar gushed lavishly around his pumping digits, bringing the goddess to a near-catatonic state of permanent orgasm.

Her grey eyes watered at the humiliation of being fingered to orgasm in the middle of a London street, and yet a blissful, silly smile tugged at the corner of her full pink lips.

Her eyes, glazed over in lust, wandered over the busy crowds.

She vaguely noticed that none of them were looking their way, and at the back of her analytical mind, in the minuscule parts not clouded by lust, she noted that he could have just used the Mist to hide their presence from mortals.

"I'm cumming!" Athena's screamed in pleasure, her thighs trapping Percy's hand against her gushing pussy as her hips snapped forward, trying to make him go faster, to derive the most pleasure she could, grinding against his hand.

Her right arm reached backwards, her nimble fingers tangling themselves in Percy's silky raven hair, her other hand clawing desperately at his hand, furiously pumping three fingers into her sopping wet cunt. His thumb rubbed her exposed clit as he fingered her to an explosive orgasm, hitting all sorts of sensitive spots inside her that she had no idea even existed.

Athena turned her head, capturing Percy's lips in a soul-searing kiss as her hips bucked and toes curled in orgasm, her screams of pleasure muffled by his lips.

A few minutes later, she rode out her orgasm completely, slowly grinding her hips against Percy's fingers still buried deep inside her dripping snatch. She could feel her jeans and panties completely soaked through.

Feeling ichor creep up her neck, she broke her kiss with Percy, her grey eyes fluttering open nervously to meet his smouldering gaze. A dark, cruel smirk tugged at his lips, revealing his sharp, white teeth.

Athena blushed hard at the lewd wet sounds as Percy withdrew his fingers from her warm, dripping cunt, feeling her tight panties stretch as he withdrew his hand.

The golden blush deepened when he showed her the glistening, sweet nectar on his fingers, before promptly licking them clean. He sucked his fingers into his mouth, never breaking eye contact with her and making Athena blush hard in embarrassment mortification.

"Tasty. See, I told you you were the most delicious meal I could have." He licked his fingers, making a great show of cleaning them. It did not help.

Her blush lessened somewhat when he hugged her tightly, his strong arms wrapping around her slim stomach, just holding her.

"How you have fallen, Athena." He whispered in a deep, husky voice right in her ear, making her shiver as a fresh wave of arousal leaked from her sensitive pussy, still quivering from the feeling of the maiden goddess' first orgasm.

"Wh- what?"

"The mighty Athena, getting fingered to orgasm in the middle of a busy London street like some common whore."

"I-I'm not a whore!" She protested in a weak voice.

I'm your whore, her mind added unhelpfully. She was Percy's, and his only.

"How many times have you done this sort of thing?" He asked, grinning darkly as he felt the heat from her blush.

"Th-this is my fi-first t-time h-h-having s-s-sex." She managed to get out, stuttering horribly.

"My, my. Did you save yourself just for me? How kind." Percy sweet-talked her, before obviously adding. "You're just a starving slut eager to get a good dicking, aren't you? So eager you're gonna do it in the middle of a street. I always knew you were a slut. I used to watch your haughty ass strut around everyday like you owned the place, and even Annabeth told me to tie you up and spank you. How would it feel, Athena? To get spanked like a naughty little slut by your daughter's boyfriend?"

"It would feel.... hot, Master." She had dropped any and all pretences of logic and sense, giving herself completely to the wanton sea of lust that washed her along.

His fingers played with the button of her jeans. "You're such a slutty bitch, don't you agree?"

His fingers undid the button of her jeans, smoothly stroking her exposed, soaked panties before trailing his fingers along the sensitive pale skin of her thighs. She shivered slightly in response, before raising her hips slightly, allowing him to gently slide off her jeans, which slid down her slim legs effortlessly, before being kicked off by the wisdom goddess.

"Yes, sir. I'm such a slutty bitch." She agreed, moaning softly as Percy's fingers trailed upwards, tracing her gentle curves before tugging her grey jumper upwards. She complied, raising her arms and allowing him to tug it off, allowing her owner to slowly undress her, his gentle caresses and fleeting touches making her feel like she was the most beautiful, delicate thing in the world.

She shivered, grinding her thighs together to suppress her arousal as Percy's fingers slipped underneath her white vest, ghosting up her spine to undo the clip of her bra.

A sigh of relief escaped her swollen, pink lips involuntarily as she felt the tight presence of the few sizes too small bra disappear, letting her massive, D cup tits jiggle into freedom. Her erect pink nipples were visible through the thin fabric of her white vest, rubbing against the cloth and providing her with slight stimulation.

"Damn, slut, you've got great tits." Percy complimented, making Athena blush. His hands guided her arms into position, raised above her head with her elbows bent, as if she was going to tie a ponytail.

Her grey eyes surveyed the crowded street, fanning her golden blush further. Nobody paid them any attention, and she knew none of them could see them, still, it did not help knowing that there were mortals barely feet away from her practically naked body. She felt like some common whore, sitting in the middle of a busy London street, only in her panties and a thin vest that did not hide her creamy, oversized tits and stiff, pink nipples.

Her breath came in short gasps and pants that made her sinful boobs jiggle madly, enticingly, lustful heat erupting on her skin as Percy's skilled hands wandered underneath her vest, gently stroking her toned stomach on an upward journey towards her chest.

Athena bit her lower lip, sinking her teeth into the soft flesh to stifle in the gasp that threatened to escape her as Percy finally touched her tits. She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to block out everything in an attempt to stave off the pleasure building up inside her.

Percy's fingers ghosted across her skin, before circling her sensitive, rosy areolas in an attempt to make her break.

And she did. A small moan, built up in the back of her throat, finally escaped Athena's pink lips.

That seemed to be the only signal that Percy needed, as he attacked her tits with all the enthusiasm of a hormonal teenager. He groped, squeezed and played with her soft, sensitive flesh with little shame, eliciting lewd, erotic sounds from the once prideful goddess. Athena blushed at the shameful sounds she was making, but she could not help it. Her grey eyes watered as Percy squeezed her tits, his rough, calloused hands unforgiving and ruthless as he moulded her flesh as he liked. She should not have liked the pain that his vice grip brought her, but she did, and the fresh wave of liquid arousal that escaped her pussy lips bore testimony to her masochism.

She writhed and struggled slightly, squirming in his lap, trying to escape the truckloads of mind-melting bliss he was introducing her to. Her body would not obey, however, only burying herself deeper into Percy's grasp, reluctant to leave the warmth of his body, feeling his broad chest behind her. His hands worked wonders on her sensitive chest, making her pussy tingle and throb in need, his fingers probing and exploring her soft, creamy flesh seemingly with a mind of their own.

His fingers dug cruelly into her soft boobs, excess flesh spilling out between his fingers.

He weighed them in his hands, cupping her fleshy globes and bouncing them separately in his hands. "Damn, slut, these fat tits look delicious! They sure are heavy! How many litres of milk do these slutty milk jugs hold?"

Percy could only marvel at the wonders of godly genes.

Her massive, divine D-cup tits seemed to defy all laws of gravity, hugging her chest firmly even without a bra, despite their weight. Her pale, creamy skin was smooth beneath his palms, the lustful heat emanating from her core felt. Her tits were perfect, firm and round, large globes of milky flesh that jiggled and bounced madly with every breath she took, topped by two stiff, delicious looking pink nipples, like cherries.

He could see why she needed to wear tight bras all the time- every male on Olympus would be all over the maiden goddess Athena if they even caught a glimpse of her heavenly tits.

Perhaps just as well, for she was all his.

A grin tugged at Percy's lips as he groped her tits shamelessly, enjoying the lewd moans that Athena let out. Time to move to the next level.

He finally tugged her sleeveless vest off, spinning her around in his lap so that he was facing her naked chest.

A smirk tugged at Percy's lips as he watched Athena's soaked panties leave a trail of glistening nectar on his naked skin. His dark sea-green eyes wandered up to her face, his breath caught in his throat.

Athena looked so much like Annabeth at that moment.

Her grey eyes were slightly teary, yet hazy with lust, her soft, pink lips parted as she panted in lust, a heavy blush creeping up her neck. Golden blonde hair framed her divine face, with only subtle differences, her eyes offering him a window to her brain, able to see the cloyed cogs turn slowly as she tried to comprehend his shirtless state, her eyes never leaving his body.

His heart cracked.

How had he turned up like this? Fucking random girls, just.... fucking. Annabeth's mom, too, oh gods, he was messed up... he was fucking his late girlfriend's mom....

But by the gods, was Athena hot.

She ended his internal debate with a small, soft kiss, leaning down to press her lips softly to his.

She broke the kiss, feeling breathless, with her face flushed and ears golden, her lips barely brushing his. She could feel his warm breath on her face, she could almost taste him on her lips. "Please, sir. Suck on my needy, slutty tits. I'm such a slut, always needing you to suck on my tits, to pound my tight wet pussy, to use my body as you see fit. I am so horny I can't even stop myself from fucking you in the middle of a street like a common whore."

Blood rushed in Percy's ears, and all his internal conflict was forgotten. Those were for later, when he was alone and broody, plagued by nightmares. Even when he was locked in a perpetual, never-ending nightmare, he would give his girls the best time of their lives, their best memories, and in turn, they would keep the nightmares away.

He obliged her words, kissing her throat softly.

Athena moaned softly as she felt Percy kiss and nibble softly along her throat, his strong arms wrapping around her in a warm, comforting hug.

Percy explored her smooth neck, making a mental map of all the sensitive spots she reacted to, before settling on her collar bone. His lips latched around a particularly sensitive spot, his teeth sinking into her soft skin as he sucked, swirling his tongue and lathering her skin in warm saliva, determined to leave a hickey marking her as his.

"P-please, s-sir..."

He took his time, prolonging her sensual torture and making her feel like every second that passed was a long, pleasurably torturous eternity as he effortlessly lifted her up, seating her on the table in front of him.

This soft love was as much a part of BDSM as the spanking and ropes, and Percy was surely taking his time, trailing his lips down her chest.

He kissed her cleavage, burying his face in the valley between her massive tits, taking a moment to enjoy the warmth that emanated from her chest. He was tempted to prolong the sensual torture he was subjecting her to, but ultimately decided to take pity on the writhing wisdom goddess.

Percy's arms wrapped around her slim waist, tugging her closer gently as he latched his lips around her right nipple.

Her reaction was immediate, and quite vocal. Athena wrapped her slender arms around Percy's head, her nimble fingers tugging into his silky raven locks as she held his head to her chest, silently pleading him to suck on her sensitive nipples. A soft, needy moan escaped her parted lips as Percy went to work, making her throw her head back and moan in wanton lust.

Percy sucked slightly on her stiff nub, swirling his tongue around her areolas and lathering her smooth, soft milky skin with glistening saliva. She was as sweet as she looked, and the pitiful, pleading whimpers, feminine sounds that escaped his once torturer's lips gave him just the sort of twisted pleasure, a feeling of control that he sought in all aspects of life, but rarely got.

He let his sharp teeth graze her soft skin, making her whimper softly before he dove back in, sucking on her tits with renewed vigour. His cheeks hollowed as he sucked, swirling his tongue around her sensitive skin, before holding her nipple between his teeth and lashing her soft, sensitive flesh roughly with his tongue.

Athena whimpered and mewled in ecstasy, writhing in his grip as she ground her thighs together, trying to stifle the crippling arousal she was feeling. Fluids leaked from her sweltering pussy, throbbing in need and soaking her panties as she felt bliss wash over in successive waves, making her toes curl in quick mini-orgasms as Percy continued his ministrations at her tits. She felt his warm hands tug her closer, holding her in place as she writhed and struggled in his grasp, fisting his hair in need.

"Take your panties off, goddess, let me see your cunt up close." His words marked a sudden stop in the blissful assault she was under. It took a few moments for his words to sink into the cloyed mind of the wisdom goddess, making her blush golden when she finally realized what he had said.

With a quick peek at his dark, dominating smirk at her humiliation, she shyly hooked her thumbs in her panties.

Demonstrating her inhuman flexibility as she manoeuvred herself on the rickety old table, she finally tugged off the last piece of clothing protecting whatever dignity she had left, leaving her naked on a small table in the middle of a busy London street. The crowds continued on their busy schedules, a grey ocean of humanity without any knowledge of the naked, horny wisdom goddess sitting in their midst.

Her ears turned golden as she caught Percy in an intense staring contest with her slick, glistening crotch.

"You are beautiful, goddess. You are even more beautiful when you're not hiding yourself behind anything." Despite her deep golden blush, Athena couldn't help the bright, blinding smile that curled her full pink lips at the double meaning hidden in his words.

Percy leaned down, his hands on her juicy thighs, keeping them spread apart. Of course, he had already predicted Athena's reaction- his rough, strong hands kept her legs in place as soon as she tried to cross her thighs, trying to deny Percy access to her cunt. He felt her muscles tense beneath her smooth, flawless creamy skin as he softly massaged the sensitive insides of her thighs.

"S-sir, what are~ ohh!" Her voice trailed off into a lewd, soft and sultry moan as soon as Percy's lips met her lower ones.

Percy kissed her glistening, fat pussy lips, enjoying the sweet taste of her warm nectar smeared on his lips.

Lapping up her sweet juices straight from her sweltering cunt was so much better than from his fingers, and Percy was hell-bent on giving her the time of her life as he pressed his face into her crotch, enjoying the lustful warmth she emanated.

His hands wandered downwards, cupping her round, soft asscheeks and pulling her closer, using his grip on her ass to hold her still as he ate her out.

His tongue circled around her lips, lapping up the juices smeared around her cunt before he dove in for the main prize.

Spreading her untouched pussy lips with his tongue, he was met with a mouthful of fresh fluids leaking from her aroused cunt. With a smirk tugging at his lips, Percy obliged the requests of her bothered body, eagerly eating her out.

Athena squeaked as she felt him probe her untouched, velvety walls with his tongue, eliciting lewd sounds from her as she tried to keep her body's reactions under control. However, her body was anything but, as wave after wave of ecstasy washed over her, making her eyes roll back into her head as she orgasmed quite easily, feeling like a common whore for climaxing that quickly.

Percy grinned into her sweltering honeypot as he felt the shudder go through her body, but he decided to keep all his comments to himself. Now was the time for action, words would come later.

Athena barely had time to let out a small squeak before she felt herself flipped, Percy hardly exerting himself as he picked the goddess up effortlessly, before making her bend over the edge of the table.

She felt her D-cup tits mashed between her body and the table, her sensitive nipples pressed against the cold metal, dragging roughly against the somewhat rough surface.

She looked straight ahead, her mind fried, grey eyes hazy with lust, staring off into the crowds that milled about around them. The faint sound of Percy's belt buckle being undone reached her ears, sending shivers of muted arousal down her body and quivering clit.

"Are you ready, goddess?" She could practically hear the smirk in his voice as he rubbed his warm tip against her baby smooth skin, leaving a glistening trail of warm precum on her pale skin.

Her body reacted eagerly, becoming warmer and making her writhe in impatient anticipation. "Please, sir! Just fuck me already!"

"My, you are desperate, aren't you?" Percy asked, groping her bubble butt shamelessly as he rested his throbbing erection on her smooth ass, allowing her to get a feel of his meat.

She was quiet for a moment, all her nerve cells trying to comprehend the sheer size of his cock, a powerful, veiny slab of muscle and sheer masculinity that promised to break even the strongest of wills, including her. His bulbous head was almost as large as, if not larger than, her fist, and his cock was almost as large as her arm.

'It won't fit!' The logical part of her mind reasoned, but it was overpowered by the other ninety percent of her lust addled brain, which screamed at her to sign off her body to him and his ungodly dick. Her body had a reaction all of its own, independent of her mind, making her raise her ass and grind against his unyielding, diamond-hard erection, trying to tempt him into fucking her into oblivion.

Percy groaned as he felt Athena move her hips, sandwiching his cock between her fat, round asscheeks as she ground against him, wiggling her waist.

Damn, she could move.

If her words about this being her first time were true, (which they probably were, seeing as she is -soon to be was- a maiden goddess) she was a natural.

Percy grit his teeth as he mentally slapped himself, trying to regain control of his haywire senses and keeping himself from doing something he would regret later.

He gripped her firm asscheeks in a vice grip, trying to stop her movement. His fingers dug into her soft, creamy flesh as he removed his cock from the warm hug of her pillowy asscheeks, biting the inside of his cheek to keep himself from moaning. Athena did not have any such scruples, however, as she let out a lewd, sultry moan, making his cock throb powerfully in need.

"You're such a whore, you're starving for a good dicking, aren't you, slut?" Percy asked, rubbing his tip against her slick, gushing cunt.

"Yes, sir. I'm just a slut for you to fuck, a sex toy and a cumrag for you to use as you want. I have saved up my slutty, tight pussy all for you, so that you can take my virginity with your thick cock, and ruin me for any other man. Please, Master, I just need to feel your thick monster cock inside me." She pleaded, no longer caring about what escaped her lips. "I'm just a dumb blonde bimbo. The only thing I'm good at is taking your cock inside me, sir. Please fuck my pussy, please dump your load in my wet cunt."

Percy felt his lips curl into a smirk as he heard the normally proud wisdom goddess insult herself.

"Good girl. How can I reject such a heartfelt plea?" His voice was silky as he rubbed her smooth, pale ass, enjoying the feeling of her soft, creamy skin beneath his rough fingers.

Athena squeezed her eyes shut, her entire body quivering in pleasant ways as she eagerly awaited his cock. Her pussy leaked her sweet nectar continuously, betraying her helpless arousal, a few orgasms already having wrecked through her body.

Percy bucked his hips, making Athena moan involuntarily at the stimulation.

"Oops, I missed." As tempting as it was to say these words while lodged deep inside her ass, Percy decided to play it safe. For now.

Well, thrusting between her thick thighs did not feel any less good.

With an eyebrow raised, Percy decided to experimentally test out Athena's thighs.

And damn, were they great.

His eyes screwed shut as he tried to stifle his moans, overcome by pleasure as he thrust between Athena's thighs. His cock was sandwiched between her creamy flesh, throbbing powerfully in need. The warm fluids of arousal coating her thighs were the only lubrication that kept his throbbing cock thrusting in between the unbelievably tight, pleasurable vice grip formed by her thighs.

Of course, this had an unintentional effect.

His cock rubbed against her fat pussy lips with every thrust, slightly spreading them apart and allowing her to cover his cock thoroughly with her juices leaking from her pussy. Her labia was dragged along with his cock, smearing her fluids onto his throbbing cock, making her feel every ridge and vein rub against her hypersensitive pussy.

"Please, Master. Just fuck me already!" Athena's voice came out high pitched as she writhed on the table, caught in the throes of another orgasm.

The plate they were served sandwiches on clattered to the floor, breaking to a million pieces, but Percy couldn't give two shits about that, not when there was a sexy, dripping wet wisdom goddess in doggy style, bent at her hips on the table before him, eagerly waiting for him to claim her virginity.

"Alright, slut. Your choice, really." He tried to sound as nonchalant as he could, as he rubbed his tip against her wet, fat pussy lips, hungry for his cock to rearrange her insides with his oversized monster cock.

"Well, just a heads up. My concentration might slip when I'm fucking you. So, don't complain if all these mortals see us fucking." Percy lied through his teeth, taking twisted pleasure in seeing Athena's grey eyes widen in alarm. The lustful haze cleared a bit as his words sunk in, making her struggle and squirm in an attempt to escape his clutches.

"N-no, p-please st-stop, P- M-master!"

However, of course, Percy would do whatever he felt like.

Feeling vicious, he slammed all thirteen inches of his thick, diamond-hard prime man meat in her tight, quivering pussy, having to put some of his godly strength behind his thrust to overcome the almost suffocating tightness of her wet cunt. He felt himself tear through her hymen like wet tissue, punch through her cervix right into her womb.

Athena screamed, her body writhing, locked in the throes of a toe-curling orgasm at the sheer pain she was in, her masochistic, submissive side shining through as she squirted, the pleasure and pain blurring together in a hazy ocean of sensations that felt equally ecstatic.

All thoughts of being possibly caught by hundreds of mortals turned to mush as she climaxed, her brain unable to register anything other than the throbbing, powerful horsecock, as large as her entire arm, lodged deep inside her no-longer virgin pussy. She was reduced to a quivering, drooling mess by a single thrust of his cock, all her thoughts obliterated to leave only raging lust, her quivering pussy overflowing with fluids and squirting helplessly everywhere.

Her body's reactions were fanned by Percy, who did not stop, not allowing her stretched, velvety pussy walls any time to adjust before he began thrusting violently. Every time he left her pussy, her tight, no longer virgin walls would return to their original state, before getting rammed again by his rampaging cock that rearranged her internal organs and made soup of her insides. Her walls continued to spasm around his cock as she squirted, locked in a never-ending orgasm that seemed to stretch on for an eternity, each moment prolonged to a lengthy, blissful, toe-curling orgasmic eternity by the thick horsecock ramming inside her.

The Dark god smirked at her state, never stopping his brutal thrusting. His hips slammed against hers with all the strength he could muster, his heavy balls slapping her wet crotch with every thrust. He was determined to leave her unable to walk for the next few days with a bruised cunt, taking out all of his misplaced, pent up anger on the poor wisdom goddess.

His hands gripped her waist tightly, his fingers digging into her smooth, soft skin, holding her in doggy style position as he slammed his cock inside her at a blistering pace. The table, even when reinforced with his godly powers, rocked and groaned in protest at the powerful dicking the snooty wisdom goddess was getting.

He felt her tight, velvet walls spasm around his cock as he rearranged her insides, slamming straight into her womb with every thrust. He could feel the rough surface of the table slightly through her insides, and he could almost see the obscene bulge his cock had made on her normally toned stomach.

He gripped her face in a vice grip, jerking her face and making her look up at the street they were in, as he continued to pound her brutally from behind. "How does it feel to finally get fucked like you want, slut? And to do it in the middle of a street, no less? Does it make your slutty cunt wet to see all these people watching you getting fucked like a whore? Do you want to be watched getting fucked?"

"It feels b-bad- I'M CUMMING!" Athena screamed, making Percy laugh as she squirted around his cock, throwing her head back in ecstasy.

She arched her back, her hands planted on the table as she finally regained some semblance of control over her body, trying to keep up with Percy's brutal pounding.

Her body moved on its own, without needing her to put in any thought that she, frankly speaking, wasn't sure she could anymore. Everything Athena prided herself in, came crashing down, even the basic ability to string together comprehensible words snatched away by the sheer pleasure she was feeling, leaving her helpless like putty, just a sex toy, a dumb blonde bimbo without any self-respect, a cumdump built only to get stuffed full of Percy's thick cum and bear his children.

Her hips pushed backwards of their own accord, allowing her to meet his hips mid-thrust. Her soft, round bubble butt jiggled madly every time he slammed against her, her pale, creamy skin slowly turning red with his aggressive thrusting that left her feeling as if she was getting spanked.

"See, you're just a slut, starving for cock. A whore who cums every time she sees a cock, whose aim in life is just to get stuffed full of thick, creamy cum every second of their slutty existence. A slut who comes crawling to me with a wet cunt, drooling and begging to suck my cock in the morning. That's what you want, isn't it- to have my cum as breakfast for every day of your immortal life? Whose dirty, naughty little slut are you?" He accentuated his words with several harsh slaps to her red-tinged asscheeks, making her soft flesh jiggle and slowly turn red, his handprint clearly visible on her creamy skin.

Athena's eyes watered, but she bit her lower lip, stifling the moans of pleasure that threatened to escape her from the spanking she had just received, trying to deny how much she enjoyed the slight sting of his hips against her inflamed skin, ignoring how good being spanked by Percy felt.

"N-no. I'm n-not a wh-whore." She stuttered, blushing a bright gold as she orgasmed again, her pussy spasming and squirting, her body uncooperative, only proving Percy's words at how easily she climaxed.

"Oh really, you aren't?"

"N-no- FUCK!" Athena screamed, bucking her hips backwards towards Percy as she felt him pinch her clit. Juices leaked from her sweet pussy, coating Percy's hand as he twisted her sensitive nub, grinning sadistically as she writhed and struggled in equal parts pain and pleasure.

"P-please, M-master, n-no~" She moaned tiredly, lacking the energy to scream as she climaxed again from the combination of Percy's thick, throbbing cock moving deep inside her womb and his cruel, rough fingers twisting her clit.

"Who are you?" Percy asked, tugging gently at her sensitive clit.

"N-no~"

"I asked, who the fuck are you?" He growled out, his voice harsh and unforgiving as he decided to punish her. His fingers pinched her clit as hard as he could, making sure not to do any damage, before tugging harshly at her small, sensitive nub, intent on making the strong-willed Athena break.

He bucked his hips, sending his cock as deep as it would go, his hips pressed softly against her stinging, red ass. His cocktip rubbed against the inner walls of her womb, her velvet walls spasming around his diamond-hard meat, massaging and sucking, trying to milk him for all he was worth, marking the constant state of near orgasm the secretly masochistic wisdom goddess was in as he punished her clit.

"Fuck, alright! I'm your slut! I belong to you and you only! I am a bitch who needs to be put in her place, yes Master- fuck!" Her lips trembled as she orgasmed again, her back arching and accentuating her round bubble butt that oozed sexiness on par with Aphrodite.

As Percy resumed pounding her squirting, gushing cunt and making her toes curl in ecstasy, apparently pleased with her brazen proclamation, words tumbled out from Athena's lips, any last shreds of will and dignity she might have had signed away like her body as she proclaimed Percy's ownership of her body and mind, screaming to let all the world know.

"Yes, I'm just a slut, starving for your cock, sir! Yes, I'm a whore who cums every time I see your thick monster cock, my aim in life is just to get stuffed full of your thick, creamy, tasty cum in all of my tight holes, every second of my slutty life- I feel so empty without you inside me! I want to crawl to you every morning on my hands and knees and beg to suck your cock. I want to have your cum as breakfast for every day of my immortal life! I want to swim in a pool of your thick cum, to feel your thick seed marking me as your bitch, to feel your warm, dirty cum sticking to my skin."

Athena screamed in ecstasy as she orgasmed again and again, Percy setting up a blistering pace as he fucked her, nearing his own climax and desperate to get himself off. Her back arched, her golden blonde hair sticking to her face slightly with sweat, a slight trail of drool escaping her swollen, pink lips and making her look like a mindless, dumb slut.

Athena continued on her self derogatory roll, filled with self-depreciation at the fact that she had failed to please her owner. "I've been such a bad bitch, I don't deserve to be your pet! I don't deserve your thick, godly cock rearranging my organs, thank you, Master! I promise I will be your obedient, loyal pet from now on, I'll wear a collar and do everything you tell me to do, I swear on the Styx!"

Percy finally let her straighten, no longer bent over the table in doggy style, instead fucking her from behind as he stretched himself to his full height, feeling his orgasm nearing.

"I only want to eat and drink your cum, and suck your cock, and feel your cock rubbing all over my face! I want to feel you dump your load inside my womb and make me pregnant with many babies! I want to feel your thick cock stuffed inside me every second of every day! I want you to come home everyday and lovingly slap your cock on my tongue before roughly fucking my throat! I want you to gently bend me over the couch and spank me, use me as you want, Master!"

At this point, thanks to the difference in their heights, Athena's feet weren't even touching the floor. She was only held up by his throbbing cock moving deep inside her cunt, but she could not care less as she got spit-roasted, every thrust just Percy withdrawing before allowing gravity to do its work. The obscene bulge of his oversized cock in her womb showed on her normally toned stomach, every ridge and vein clearly visible, somehow more prominent as Athena was spit-roasted.

Percy did not need his hands to hold the goddess up- his thick cock inside her gushing pussy was enough for that. His hands were hard at work on something completely related, but which had everything to do with it- groping her tits shamelessly.

He groped her tits, squeezing her massive, D-cup melons and enjoying the way his fingers sunk into her soft, pillowy flesh. He pinched her nipples between his fingers, tugging hard at her sensitive, stiff nubs of flesh as he fucked her pussy roughly.

His jaw muscles tensed as he grit his teeth. Home stretch, now.

He groped her tits, squeezing them hard before he flipped her around, pushing her back against the table as he fucked her, staring deep into her grey eyes, hazy with lust and unconditional devotion and loyalty that he would have never expected from the bitch of a wisdom goddess he, along with most of the mythological world, had once known Athena as.

Her grey eyes captured most of his attention, though he could see her slightly red tits and the cock-shaped bulge on her stomach as he fucked her, never stopping his blistering pace that made her body tingle in ecstasy.

He grinned, pinching her erect nipples and making her moan tiredly at the stimulation. His hips bucked of their own accord, his cock throbbing powerfully in the depths of her womb as he just held his position, enjoying the feeling of having his sensitive tip inside her most sacred chamber.

"Slut." He grinned as she nodded submissively, looking down in shame at her own actions, unable to meet his gaze any longer.

He swung his hand across her tits, enjoying the red handprint that bloomed almost immediately on her pale, creamy flesh, the swinging of her hypnotizing, pendulous tits followed by hungry dark, green eyes. Her massive, D-cup tits hugged her chest firmly, without any sag despite their hidden weight and topped by two stiff, sensitive pink nipples like cherries.

Percy groaned, feeling his cock twitch and throb inside her, edging ever closer to an explosive climax.

"Slut, on your knees. NOW!" He growled, not waiting for an answer as he pulled out of the tight, wet cunt that continued to hug his cock desperately, intent on never letting him leave her pussy. His glistening cock left her quivering cunt with lewd, wet sounds, making a few more fluids leak out of her gaping cunt and trickle down the insides of her thighs.

Athena dropped to her feet on the pavement, no longer supported by his dick inside her. Feeling his hands on her shoulders, applying slight pressure in an attempt to prompt her to her knees, she complied, sinking to her knees.

Of course, Athena took care to drag her massive tits along his chiselled, muscle packed frame, her swollen, full pink lips trailing along his skin, leaving a glistening trail of warm saliva.

She shivered, feeling his massive horsecock throbbing against her sensitive tits, pressing slightly against her soft skin.

She looked up at Percy, fixing him with a sultry, lustful look in her grey eyes as she wrapped her fat tits around his cock in preparation for a short, quick titjob.

She moved her tits up and down, bouncing her heavy boobs separately in each hand in an attempt to stimulate as much of Percy's cock as possible. She felt the lustful heat emanating from his cock like warmth from a campfire, feeling every rough ridge and vein on his throbbing cock against the soft, milky skin of her sinful tits. A continuous stream of precum continued to leak from his cock, getting rubbed into Athena's glistening tits like lotion as she shook her chest side to side, making her soft tits jiggle around his cock.

She was aided by Percy's short, frantic thrusts that made his glistening, slick cock slide against her face, smearing his glistening precum on her smooth skin and spreading her pink lips apart slightly with his tip.

She obliged, kissing the bulbous head of his cock like a woman would passionately kiss her lover, tasting his intoxicating taste for the first time on her lips, with a slight hint of her own saccharine juices.

"Fucking slut." Her eyes widened slightly as Percy gripped her hair, pulling her head back as he thrust his sandwiched cock between her fat tits.

He slapped her, making her gasp as she felt his hand connect with her cheek, leaving a stinging sensation. She was sure that there was a pink handprint on her cheek thanks to that.

"That was for being a bitch to me earlier." He growled out, making her smile as she revelled shamelessly in her masochistic desires, that only Percy could ever satisfy.

He thrust his hips, making his cock slide between her tits. Even without the aid of her hands, her massive tits were firm and perky, forming a delicious warmth as they hot dogged Percy's thick meat. Her pale, glistening skin was slightly red from the abuse he had put her delicious melons through, her sensitive, rosy nipples sore.

"And this, is for being a good girl." He finished, making Athena smile.

"Aah!" She intoned, turned on by his slight tugging on her hair as she stuck her tongue out, ready to receive her delicious treat as she looked up at Percy with innocent grey eyes.

Percy growled, remembering her earlier words as a smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.

His other hand took a hold of his cock, guiding it to her greedy lips. He rubbed his leaking tip on her lips, smearing his warm precum on her lips before lightly slapping his thick cock on her tongue.

He grinned, before slapping his cock on Athena's face. His cock was larger than her head, covering almost half of her face with his tip leaking precum into her hair and his balls nestled against her throat.

Athena let out a lewd, sultry moan as she felt his long, thick horsecock against her face, warm and veiny, throbbing with need. She kissed his sensitive underside, her tongue trailing worshipfully along his cumduct, which itself was the size of the average godly dick.

Percy grinned as he felt Athena nuzzle his cock lovingly, her lips trailing along the underside of his cock, all her inhibitions gone, leaving only lust and worshipful devotion to the Dark god and his oversized cock.

He decided he had allowed her enough time to display her love for his cock.

He used his grip on her hair to jerk her head back, making her open her mouth wide as he stuffed her mouth full of his glistening, veiny cock.

Athena gagged and choked slightly as Percy forced all of his thirteen inches of prime man meat down her throat, making her throat distend with a bulge clearly visible from outside. Drool escaped the tight seal formed by her pink lips, dribbling down her chin to stain her tits.

She felt Percy's lustful heat against her face, making her eyes widen slightly as his hips pressed against her nose, his crotch nestled against her swollen lips. How had she managed to take all of his massive cock in her throat?

Percy held his position for a few moments, enjoying the sight of Athena's eyes watering as her face turned slightly golden from lack of breath. Still, she refused to give him any indication, continuing to suck on his cock with her cheeks hollowed, her tongue lapping helplessly at the underside of his cock as she tried to stimulate him, trying her best to move her tongue despite her mouthful of cock.

His scent was stronger than ever before, accompanied by the slight lack of air, making her feel light-headed. She felt her pussy spasm as she mini orgasmed, a small puddle of her glistening fluids pooling around her crotch.

Percy finally pulled out, allowing her to greedily gulp in a breath of air before she returned to suck on his cock enthusiastically. He raised an eyebrow, but a smirk tugged at his lips at her obedience. She deserved a reward.

Percy pulled out, leaving her stretched throat and making Athena look up questioningly as she sucked hard, her lips tight and wet around his cock as she suckled on his tip like a lollipop. Her tongue lapped at his sensitive head, swirling around his tip which was almost as large as her fist, eagerly swallowing the constant stream of precum that he leaked, drinking the musky, clear fluid greedily with audible gulps.

And Percy bucked his hips, making all thirteen inches of his oversized cock disappear down her gullet. Her throat was warm and tight, her muscles massaging and hugging his cock tightly as she sucked, trying to empty his balls.

Percy groaned, feeling his balls churn, but he was not done yet.

He pulled out again, before properly beginning to fuck Athena's throat, tight and wet. His hips slammed against her lips, determined to leave her soft lips bruised as his balls, heavy with gallons of thick, fertile cum, slapped against her chin.

The sounds of Athena gagging and choking on his cock was music to his ears, serving only to spur him on even further, making him increase his pace as he abused the wisdom goddess' throat. Her tongue dragged along the underside of his cock, helplessly lapping at his meat as she stared up at him with half-lidded grey eyes, delirious with pleasure. It was all she could do to suck on Percy's cock weakly, letting him do all the work as he worked hard, desperately trying to get himself to his impending orgasm.

He used his grip on Athena's blonde hair, pulling her head on and off his cock as he fucked her throat, ignoring the tears streaming down her cheeks or her gagging and choking on his thick meat.

Percy groaned as he felt himself tip over the edge, making him buck his hips as he lodged his throbbing cock deep in Athena's throat. The wisdom goddess' grey eyes widened in excitement as she felt him twitch and throb uncontrollably inside her throat, finally orgasming.

She closed her eyes, mirroring Percy, more than content with merely enjoying the bodily sensations she was feeling.

The first load that Percy dumped, straight in her stomach, made her feel like someone had a firehose hosing thick fluid down her throat. His cock made her feel like someone was shoving an entire arm down her throat, but the pain that came with shoving stupidly large objects down her throat was replaced with toe-curling, nerve frying pleasure as he dumped gallons of thick, fertile cum in her hungry stomach.

Percy pulled out of her throat, allowing her to taste his cum. Her cheeks puffed out instantly with the amount he was spewing, making Athena swallow continuously to prevent being overwhelmed by the constant stream of thick cum he was making her drink. The taste sent her tastebuds on fire, making her entire body sing in orgasmic ecstasy as her pussy quivered, her toes curling in another climax. She was chugging his cum down like intoxicating alcohol, and he continued to hose her down with overwhelming gallons of thick, tasty fluid that Athena was more than surely addicted to.

Percy pulled out, leaving her reluctant lips with a lewd pop. He jerked himself off slowly, his cock never relenting on the cum he was dumping on the submissive goddess, covering her from head to toe.

It was in her golden blonde hair, the white making it seem shinier than usual, sticky gobs of the thick fluid making her silky hair slightly knotted. She looked like she was wearing a thick mask of the thick cream, several inches of white covering her already pale skin, and making her look even paler than usual. Her bruised pink lips were covered with cum, her hot, velvet tongue lapping up all the cum she could reach on her face.

Her massive tits were splattered in thick cum, her mountains of cloudy, soft flesh buried in an ocean of white. Her erect, pink nipples peeked out slightly between the layers of white, thick gobs of sticky cum dripping from her sensitive nubs of flesh, matching the rest of her cum covered appearance. It flowed down her slim, toned stomach like a sluggish glacier, pooling around her thick thighs and dripping from her cunt to the puddle of her orgasmic fluids pooled on the pavement.

Her ass was covered in the stuff, too, somehow, leaving her red, abused asscheeks looking like she had painted it randomly with thick, white cum, Percy's red handprint from the spanking he had given her peeking out between layers of cum.

Athena hungrily scooped up as much cum as she could on her fingers, greedily sucking them clean, eager to clean herself up in the lewdest way possible. The fact that she got to drink more of the tasty treat she had been given by her owner was just an added bonus- she had unknowingly joined all the other girls at Ogygia who had all listed Percy's thick cum as their favourite drink.

Once her face was squeaky clean, she turned to her tits, squealing in delight as she saw the warm, thick layer of cum that had splattered her chest completely.

Her hands cupped her tits, ignoring the sticky cum that oozed between her fingers as she raised her oversized, heavy tits to her lips, struggling slightly. Her divine flexibility went to work, allowing her to wrap her lips around her own nipple as she sucked hard, enjoying the truckloads of bliss that assaulted her body from the sensation in her own tits, and Percy's cum on her tongue. Her tongue swirled around her stiff nipple, ignoring the soreness as she eagerly cleaned her tits up, determined to give Percy a show, too as she sucked on her own breasts.

Percy groaned at the sight, his still erect, throbbing cock giving a twitch and spewing the last bit of cum that he had left on Athena's already sticky hair.

Percy groaned, stretching as he tried to distract himself from the horny goddess covered from head to toe in thick cum, cleaning herself up eagerly while sitting in the middle of the pavement in a street in downtown London. His sea-green eyes lazily examined the ignorant crowds of mortals milling about around them, throngs of people with little care about what happened in the world outside of theirs. The lewd sounds of Athena cleaning herself up eagerly, licking herself clean like a cat and lapping up all the thick cream he had given her as a treat, formed background noise as he tried to distract himself.

Perhaps it was time to take this to the bedroom.

Percy sighed softly, a small smile on his face.

Perhaps she had been a bitch, to begin with, but he had just gained a powerful goddess with unwavering loyalty and devotion. All his girls were loyal and devoted to him, of course, but Athena was one of the special few.

She would do anything he asked, without a second thought, placing all her faith in him and his judgement.

The perfect submissive to a dom like himself.

Chapter 60: A Maiden Mother

Time: Same Time as Thalia's Tent

The campfire crackled in a lively manner, sending orange embers up into the starry, clear night sky, accompanied by smoke that ascended upwards in a ghostly spiral of grey, before fading into nothingness.

Artemis picked up another twig, tossing it into the fire, eager to get as much light as she could from the small campfire. A small, lazy smile of content played across the moon goddess' full, pink lips as she stared into the glowing, orange embers, reflected in her shining silver eyes.

She sighed in satisfaction, shuffling her feet a little to warm herself, getting slightly closer to the flickering, dancing flames, her boots muffled against the soft soil, drowned out by the crackling fire. Forgetting her worries for a moment, Artemis leaned back, using her arms as support as she leaned her back against the log she had been sitting on, tilting her head back to stare into the starry night sky.

The skies were a dark violet, almost black, studded with stars like gleaming diamonds on the darkest of silk cloth, making out discrete patterns that had been studied by the mortals for time immemorial. The moon was glowing a bright silver, an enormous pearl in a sea of diamonds, making Artemis sigh despite its beauty, as she turned away from it, being reminded of all her immortal duties as a goddess that weighed her down for eternity.

The night was beautiful, and she wasn't gonna let anything spoil the mood.

They were in a small clearing in the middle of the forest, just enough to set up two tents with a small campfire between them. The breeze was gentle, caressing everything that it touched, gently rustling the leaves of the trees. The orange glow from the campfire lit up only a small portion of the dark, mysterious forest, fading out into pitch-black long before reaching the canopy high above. The forest seemed to be rejuvenated by the presence of the goddess, livelier than usual, with songbirds during the day, that had gone to sleep after sunset. Still, the trees spoke, leaning as close as they could to the goddess, their leaves rustling, trying to speak to her in hushed whispers of a mysterious language that even she could only ever hope to understand.

She and Percy were on a scouting mission, leaving the Hunters back at their camp. The son of Poseidon had retreated into his tent early, feeling sleepy after 'she had disturbed his sleeping schedule', making him wake up at dawn's first light and trudge a few miles before getting to eat something.

Yeah, Artemis might have had a not so small crush on the son of Poseidon, but it didn't mean she was going to change her hunting ways for a mere male.

"Ugh, why has life gotta be so complicated?" These words escaped Athena's lips, making Artemis raise an eyebrow at her casual, informal language, which was so unlike her.

Oh yeah, she forgot to mention the temporary presence of the other two maiden goddesses in their camp.

Athena had dropped in that evening to discuss the coming prophecy with Percy and her, wanting to know their thoughts. No matter how dumb he could be, even the wisdom goddess could only acknowledge the tons of raw instinct and street smarts that Percy possessed, that more than made up for his lack of knowledge.

Perhaps their lengthy discussion that evening about 'boring' stuff, had been conducive to making Percy feel sleepy, prompting him to an early bedtime.

After he had left, the two sisters had been joined by Hestia, who could never resist a good campfire. The three goddesses chatted for a while, just like old times, before somehow, it had slipped Artemis' lips that Percy was hot.

One thing led to another, and then, it was Athena recalling her frustrations to the other two, lamenting at her own luck.

Artemis shifted slightly, "What do you mean?"

"I love Percy, too! It's not only you, Artemis! Percy is... just.... umm... delicious.... I-I mean-" She stuttered, so unlike her to lose composure like that, her grey eyes fluttering as she frantically waved her arms in front of her, trying to discourage Artemis from getting any ideas.

The moon goddess stared at her with half-lidded eyes that conveyed her boredom. "Like duh, it wasn't obvious."

"Really? I thought I-I had been discreet. B-but how?"

"I went to the same daughters of Aphrodite a few days after you, ransacked their shop, and wiped their memories of me after I had, of course, gone through their heads, and unlike those airheads, found a completely new daughter of Athena springing up from nowhere, buying lots of Percy Jackson nudes and disappearing equally quickly, a bit strange."

Her ears turned golden. "Y-you aren't mad?"

"Mad? Pfft, why would I be? He's not mine, nor can he be. I am a maiden goddess, I can't have him, and neither can you. He's taken."

"Exactly!" Athena groaned. "And that's where all the trouble starts! Number one, I can't love him, I am a maiden goddess. Number two, I can't be crushing on my daughter's boyfriend. Number three, I can't compete with everybody else for his affections, nor do I want to. He hates me, I know it."

"He didn't seem to hate you this evening."

"I don't care! I know he hates me, I know I can't compete with you guys. Even if I can, I don't want to." Small tears appeared at the corner of her eyes as she sniffed, "You were there for me when nobody was, Artemis. I would be very ungrateful if I go after the one man you want."

"Hey, neither of us has any chance at Jackson, so forget it. All we can do is swallow it and move on." Artemis spoke.

"There is no moving no from Percy fucking Jackson." The quietly spoken words were out of Hestia's lips before she could check herself, making the two look at her with wide eyes.

The goddess' eyes widened in mortification as she realised what she had just said, her hands immediately coming up to cover her mouth, but the damage was already done.

Her cheeks turned golden, hidden by the orange glow from the campfire as she turned to the flickering flames, blushing quite heavily.

She had been quiet all this time, sympathizing with Athena, for she could very well see herself in her shoes. Hades, she was in the same shoes as Athena and Artemis, and perhaps all of the female population this side of the Mist.

"Umm, Hestia?" Artemis asked unsurely, halfway between slumping in her seat in defeat and jumping up to her feet in shock. The hearth goddess never swore, to make her speak such vile language, she really had to be frustrated with the Percy situation. It was almost funny, three all-powerful goddesses, sworn to be eternal maidens, crushing on the same guy, who was off the market. Great.

It might have been funny, for anyone else other than the three goddesses in question.

Hestia looked annoyed. "Yeah, you two can have crushes on him, no one bats an eye, but when I do, it's such a big deal? Well, boo-hoo, you don't change a thing."

She crossed her arms over her ample chest, jutting out her lower lip in a cute, angry expression with her eyebrows furrowed. She was in her eighteen-year-old form to match the others, her silky brown hair cascaded down to her mid-back, slightly reflecting the orange glow from the campfire. Her warm brown eyes, the same shade as her hair, shined with emotion, that she had bottled up for so long.

"Great! Now, I have another reason not to chase Jackson. I can just hide in a hole and die."

"Heh, no need to feel so downcast. All of us are in this pickle together, we'll manage. We have managed for so long, we aren't going to let a single male break our will!" Artemis spoke, trying to sound confident, like every inch the man-hater she was, but all she could manage was a meagre, weak reassurance of some comfort after the heartbreak that loomed over them like dark clouds.

They knew Percy was too loyal to ever even think of cheating on Annabeth, a fact that, ironically, served to only endear him further to the three maidens.

"Welp, we can wallow in pity together, that's all we can do," Hestia spoke, oddly depressed for the normally cheerful hearth goddess.

And they sat together in silence, lost in their own thoughts, the crackling of the campfire the only thing to break the silence.

Athena's heart hurt painfully, her chest felt like someone had placed a boulder over it. She had been bullied, despite being an Olympian, by the other gods, and the only time she had found a man she wanted, a man she knew could love her like nobody else, it had turned out to be her daughter's boyfriend, son of her worst enemy and tormentor.

Even without that, she knew Percy hated her, his compassion did not allow him to ignore all of her wrongdoings, and as much as it shamed Athena to say, those were a lot in number. He had almost been killed by Medusa and the Gorgons, her own, if unwitting, creations.

Hestia, instead, had no such smear on her reputation, and Percy had shown his loyalty and respect for the hearth goddess before. They were the best of friends.

He was respectful of Artemis, too- having been the victim of abuse himself, he could sympathize with what she preached, and though she had crossed the line, a lot of times, she also provided shelter to a lot of girls, something which redeemed her in his eyes. Even the man-hating Artemis was best friends with him.

Athena had nothing to redeem herself with, and she knew it. Nobody would ever understand her completely, no matter what they said. She was all alone, she always had been.

She felt her lips tremble in emotion at the harsh decision she was about to take.

Percy hated her? Fine. She would give him a reason to, perhaps that would finally disillusion her of the addictive, intoxicating effect the son of Poseidon had on her, cloying her senses and muddling her mind.

But she knew, the battle had already been lost, and there was nothing she could do about it. Athena couldn't come up with something bad about Percy, even if it was to save her own life. She felt like cursing the son of Poseidon for being so annoyingly perfect.

The three were broken out of their sordid brooding suddenly by Artemis' oddly excited voice.

"He is just a demigod!"

The other two bristled at this, despite their own thoughts.

"No, he isn't!" Their voices were synchronized, making them glance at each other briefly before they turned back towards Artemis, eyes smouldering with fierce protectiveness.

"No, no," Artemis laughed lightly, "What I mean is, we can put him to sleep and just... maybe.... umm.... you know... um..."

Her cheeks turned golden as she looked away briefly, before meeting eyes with Athena, showing her the absolute conviction she showed.

Perhaps... just this once. A last aperitif to help her get through the decision she had made. If Athena could touch Percy intimately only once, even when he was asleep, it would be the only thing she would ever think of when she was alone, for the rest of her immortal life.

The two sisters came to an unspoken understanding, whirling on Hestia to seek her consent and compliance.

The hearth goddess looked away, unable to think properly, unable to deny that she wanted it, yet she could not declare outright that she wanted to rape Percy in his sleep. For that is what it was, isn't it?

"Umm..." She rubbed her arm, suddenly feeling quite nervous.

"Are you sure this is a good idea?"

"No, but I'm all ears if you can come up with a better idea to touch Percy intimately."

"N-no, but-" Hestia felt her insides tingle pleasantly at the thought of being intimate with Percy. Her cheeks heated up at her traitorous body's unwitting reactions, making her turn away and stutter, "If-if nobody co-comes t-to know about it, I-I guess it's o-okay."

Artemis whooped victoriously at that, never one to follow the stereotyped etiquette that Hera tried to stamp into every woman who walked through the gates of Olympus. "Great decision, Hestia! I'm sure you won't regret it!"

A bright smile broke out on her face as she jumped at the hearth goddess for a hug, her arms stretched out wide to envelop the shy, flustered goddess in her warmth. Athena joined in the hug as Hestia hesitantly hugged them back, enjoying the silent warmth the other two goddesses exuded, a short moment of friendship shared between the three maiden goddesses.

Their excitement was palpable, and infectious, and soon, the cheerful hearth goddess could not help the smile that broke out on her perfect lips, their excitement infectious.

This was just a one-time thing, she reassured herself. Mortals and all the gods have one night stands all the time, and they weren't actually going to do anything serious. This wouldn't hurt.

Her heart hurt at the thought of having to rape Percy, to take away his dignity and self-respect of the proud son of Poseidon for her own selfish desires.

He was so..... perfect, that falling in love with him was unavoidable. And yet, he was already taken, like duh, making Hestia want to hate him for making her so weak, yet unable to muster even a shred of any negative emotion towards the son of Poseidon.

He was one of few to ever notice her, let alone interact with and befriend her. Even in the middle of a war when all of his friends were dying around him, when he had to fight for his life every single second, he took the time to sit down and talk to her, heed her advice when none ever did, after all, why would they, she was the forgotten Olympian, only there to tend to the hearth.

She did not have power, not family, nor anything, she only had a pretty face which she hid behind the mask of an eight-year-old, and yet, Percy had seen her.

He had seen her as a real person, treated her like the goddess she was, loved her like a friend, and she was eager to reciprocate, to be something more, to get his love. It wasn't in the least bit like Hestia to risk his friendship for something as menial as a sexual interaction, even if it was while he was asleep. Perhaps this would change the dynamic between them, perhaps this would change their relationship for the better or the worse, Hestia did not know.

What she did know, was that she felt lustful, a feeling she had been totally alien to, that she had locked away since she emerged from Kronos' stomach. No man had come along that even made her feel even in the least bit physically attracted, and yet, she found herself head over heels for Percy, her body tingling in strange ways that filled her with heat every time she looked at him, that made her want.... more.

Her eyes wandered over to the other two goddesses, making her feel pangs of jealousy momentarily course through her chest. They were beautiful, and Hestia knew, if she had to go toe to toe with either of them for Percy's affections, she had next to no chance.

Her eyes examined Athena's grey eyes, confused and conflicted, trying to discern what was going through her mind, before turning to Artemis' silver, being met with a carefully crafted veil of excitement and conviction that she could see through.

Inside though, Artemis was a total mess, a wreck of rampaging emotions, let loose after millennia of bottling them up.

Despite the smile that blossomed on Artemis' pink lips, inside, she was anything but calm. Perhaps the feeling would wear off, but right then, she was anything but calm. A strange mixture of excitement, lust, hurt, love and depression weighed down on her heart, making her feel confused.

Is this what mortals experienced when they found true love in someone else's partner?

She did not know, what she did know, was love worked in strange, unpredictable ways. Artemis loathed females who acted like whores, lusting after others' partners as much as she hated males who were unfaithful to their chosen ones.

And here she was, acting like what she hated most. Annabeth was a good woman, one of the best in fact, and Artemis was only regretful that she could not be a Hunter. She understood her reasons, however, it was very hard not to when she had fallen hopelessly for the same male.

It was ridiculous, in fact, how much attention Percy could attract from the opposite gender without even trying, and it irritated the moon goddess to no end. She wanted to say that he was just a lousy male, that he did not deserve the attention, but it would make her a hypocrite, wouldn't it, when she was among the crowds lavishing him with affections, even if he did not know it?

Again, Artemis was known for her brutal honesty, and she admitted her confusion. Even a brain as sharp as Athena's looked muddled and confused when faced with the enigma that had turned out to be Percy fucking Jackson.

He had spent the last few days alone with Artemis, making her heart flutter every time she had free time to think about how she was completely alone with her crush. She might say that she was pretty intimate with Percy, though she knew he had a pretty solid line preventing her from actually doing what she wanted. He viewed her as a friend, perhaps something more, but he gave no indication if he harboured romantic feelings for her. The almighty, immortal moon goddess, patron of kickass maidens, Artemis, who could charge headfirst into crowds of monsters and come up on top, trembled in fear, with weak knees just thinking about confessing her feelings to her crush and getting rejected.

Artemis was beautiful, and she knew it. Thousands of years of males lusting after her, trying to woo her with stupidity and arrogance, had made sure that the fact was drilled into her mind, and Artemis loathed her beauty, the bane of her existence that attracted all males to her like moths to a flame, and just like the moth, they died, too.

It was more than enough to ensure that she forever hated the male race and everything they stood for, only able to see their darker, more numerous side as opposed to the oppression they, too, faced. She was ruthless, perhaps prejudiced and misandrist, but Artemis couldn't care less as long as she was killing and maiming those she deemed as unworthy. Which were many, by the way, her standards were impossibly high.

But then, Percy came along.

At a glance, he seemed to be just another one of the rat race of mankind, an admittedly handsome teen, clumsy with archery and hunting and everything that Artemis loved, dumb beyond measure, and blinded by a stupid crush on a daughter of Athena, blinded by his loyalty for transient mortals.

Then, he took the sky for her.

His shoulders trembled and knees shook, but he still wordlessly held the weight of the sky for her, allowing her to go out and fight for her, and by extent, his, friends. Accepting when he was outmatched, acknowledging that Artemis was leagues above him in combat.

She had been. He had surpassed her league long ago, an untouchable force of pure destruction, through sheer combat skill with a single sword, now aided by a complete arsenal of new weapons and powers.

Actions speak louder than words, she always said. Percy did not go out of his way to woo her or flirt with Hunters, it was there, but more of a friendly, teasing way like crappy pick-up lines and stupid comments, aimed just to irritate them rather than seriously trying to get in their pants. What he did, was respect them like he respected those he was loyal to, fiercely fight for them like his own family, the first-ever male to consider them as anything but just another beautiful female.

He was their leader, their protector, their headache, their family, their punching bag, their everything.

As much as she wanted to deny it, Artemis was not blind, and she could see the flashes of affection and romantic emotions in her Hunters' eyes whenever he was around and did something stupid, yet oddly endearing. Even her own lieutenant was not exempt from his stupid ability to attract the opposite gender, Thalia's bolder personality encouraging her to send him flirtatious touches and hints that he was too dense to pick up.

Or perhaps he was not as dense as he was made out to be, he couldn't be. Perhaps he understood everything that was going on, perhaps he picked up on every single hint they dropped, but he kept his silence, being amused by their antics and out of respect for their oaths of maidenhood.

Artemis knew, if Percy had even shown a glimmer of attraction towards her, she wouldn't have been able to hold herself back.

"What are we waiting for? Let's attack the stupid male!" Artemis pumped her fist in the air, her voice jubilant and excited, yet slightly hushed, trying not to accidentally wake Percy up.

Hestia and Athena exchanged shy glances, blushing slightly before they nodded, following Artemis to the second tent in the clearing.

The zip was drawn all the way up, making Artemis resort to her godly powers, snapping her fingers to open the tent flap, allowing the three maiden goddesses entrance to Percy's tent.

They stepped in, shuffling slightly in nervousness, Athena and Hestia hiding behind the bold Artemis, peeking out slightly behind her. Artemis put on a brave face, not knowing what to expect as she stepped inside Percy's tent, her knees slightly weak from the sinful excitement of intruding her crush's tent while he was asleep.

Soft snores met their ears, making the three visibly relax, letting out three synchronized, audible sighs of relief.

They finally moved further inside, looking around for a good first look of the inside of Percy's tent, that he had shared with Annabeth during their stay at the Hunt.

It was completely dark inside the tent, so dark in fact, that the three goddesses had trouble making out the stuff inside despite their enhanced, godly vision.

It was Hestia who summoned a small flame in her hand, allowing them to finally see.

The fabric of the tent was made of the thickest, opaque fabric that did not allow even a single ray of light to penetrate, plunging the inside of the tent in darkness. The walls were painted a simple, plain black, the floor covered with a thick sea-green rug with golden designs. There were few articles of furniture, just a walk-in closet at one corner of the magically expanded, and furnished tent. Besides, there was a bedside table, with a glass of water and a framed picture of the Seven, and their close friends standing in front of the Argo II, accompanied by another framed picture of the Hunters of Artemis, including the goddess herself. Anaklusmos sat as a pen on the bedside table, always close at hand for Percy to jump to attention at a moment's notice.

Artemis remembered the day fondly, as if it had been just yesterday.

There was a well-worn couch in scarlet leather, used by the couple that usually occupied the tent, for things which were very obvious to everybody. And in the midst of it all, was a lavish king-sized bed, probably the only luxury the couple indulged in, and occupying it, was the object of their affections.

Percy snored on, seemingly unaffected by the light from Hestia's flame that illuminated his sculpted, tanned body nor the cold inside the tent. He was butt naked, or so it seemed, his toned muscles put into full display, hid tanned bronze skin reflecting the orange glow from Hestia's flame that hid the three golden blushes at his state of undress.

The maiden goddesses crowded closer, their cheeks inadvertently heating up as they feasted their eyes on Percy's naked body, unable to tear away their gaze from his exposed upper body.

Athena did all of them a favour, switching on the bedside lamp after of course, placing a sleep spell on the son of Poseidon. Not that it was needed, of course. Despite having Anaklusmos by his side for emergencies while he was sleeping, it was not like Percy could wake up in the first place, even during emergencies. It would take nothing short of a nuclear bomb dropping on him to wake him up from his slumber.

All thoughts were abruptly halted, in favour of permanently burning the scenic view in their minds, locked away in a top-secret, personal folder.

His body sank into the soft mattress, the white sheets contrasting his tanned skin and making him look like a dark, sinful angel. Silky black hair, darker than the night sky, glistened as it was tousled messily over his sharp, angular features. His sharp, well-defined jaw made their fingers twitch, the urge to run their fingers along his stubble-darkened chin and jaw becoming harder to resist by the moment. A few day old stubble darkened his chin, adding to his sinful allure. Their only regret was that they couldn't stare into his endless, captivating dark sea-green eyes while he slept.

He looked every inch the boy parents warned their daughters to stay away from, and yet he was anything but.

The maiden goddesses resisted the urge to drool as they ogled his broad, muscle packed chest that invited them to lay their head on his chest and listen to the sound of his heartbeat all night long. His long, slender arms looked like he lifted trees as dumbells, making their insides tingle pleasantly as he looked like he could manhandle them any way he wanted to. His necklace of Camp Half-Blood beads hung around his neck, its beads resting on his chest, rising and falling with every gentle breath Percy took.

Three pairs of greedy eyes followed his toned, ungodly body downwards, almost drooling at his toned six-pack. The pictures that they had did not even compare to the real thing, more impressive, better, more... perfect in person. A few battle scars marred his otherwise smooth skin, the scar tissue bumpy and rough. His slim waist displayed his prominent hip bones, forming an alluring 'v' that teased at the delicious fruit hidden tantalizingly out of their sight.

It was accompanied by a tantalizing, potent fragrance that hung thickly in the air in Percy's tent, with the demigod at its epicentre. The musky scent, a combination of sweat and sea breeze, accompanied by a slight hint of sweetness, preventing the fragrance from becoming too overpowering.

Percy was sprawled messily on the bed, his head sinking into the mass of pillows as he threw off the blanket he had covered himself with initially. His arms were stretched above his head, his left cushioning his head and his legs were splayed out messily.

The white blanket lay half on the floor and half on the bed, covering his crotch and one leg.

Artemis excitedly pulled the blanket off completely, confident that Percy would not wake even if it had been the Minotaur pulling the entire tent off him.

The rising hopes of the three goddesses were dashed against the wall when they discovered that he was wearing his signature navy blue boxers.

"Alright... umm..." Hestia rubbed her arm unsurely, unable to tear away her gaze from the sleeping demigod, her favourite person in the entire world. "What do we do now?"

Athena stayed silent, for once, out of ideas. Or perhaps it was the sight before her greedy grey eyes that prevented her from thinking properly.

"Heck!" Artemis threw the blanket off the bed completely, instead crawling into Percy's bed on her hands and feet. "He's asleep. We can do whatever we want!"

It was easier said than done.

Her heart raced, pounding painfully against her ribs as she leaned over Percy's sleeping face, her silver eyes fearful yet excited.

Spotting a glistening trail of saliva escaping his lips, she snapped her fingers, summoning a tissue out of nowhere.

She could have cleaned him up with her powers, of course, but something made her want to do it the mortal way, and so it was. The man-hating Artemis gently, lovingly wiped away the saliva from the lips of a sleeping demigod, the greatest man to ever walk the face of Gaea. (Lol, that came out wrong)

Artemis felt her cheeks heat up as Percy mumbled something incoherent, stirring slightly. She felt the warmth of his naked body against hers, accompanied by the jealous gaze of Athena and Hestia, who were watching the interaction intensely.

Artemis could not help herself.

Hesitantly, she leaned down, pressing her lips to Percy's in a chaste kiss.

Her heart fluttered as she felt a jolt of electricity travel up her spine, making goosebumps appear on her smooth skin as she pressed her lips against the sleeping son of Poseidon. Her eyes fluttered shut, allowing the moon goddess to fully enjoy her first kiss with the man she desired most, the man she knew she would be happy to call her husband for eternity.

Alright, Artemis. Not so fast.

Athena and Hestia barged into her moment, pushing her to the side as they fell upon Percy like a pack of hungry wolves, intent on sucking his face off in his sleep.

As Hestia occupied Percy's lips, the two sisters travelled down the sleeping demigod, dragging their lips along his smooth skin and tasting his slightly salty skin. The two peppered his chest and abs with kisses, making his skin glisten with saliva as they worshipped his body.

Suddenly seeing Athena move, Artemis looked up to see that Hestia had busied herself with kissing Percy's jaw, careful not to leave hickeys as the wisdom goddess occupied his abandoned, slightly swollen lips.

Feeling her cheeks heat up at the sheer lewdness of the debauchery they, the three much chased-after maiden goddesses of Olympus, were engaged in, Artemis watched Athena and Hestia move expertly, in sync with each other as they caressed Percy's face and jaw with their lips.

Her silver eyes dropping to his glistening abs, Artemis felt a smile tugging at the corner of her lips, as she returned to hungrily licking Percy's chiselled, rock hard abs, intent on warming him in this cold night.

"So.... what should we do now?" The moon goddess asked a few minutes later, gently kissing Percy's chest between her words. She could never get tired of his presence, the effect his mere presence had on her mind and body could never fade.

Athena mumbled something intangible, her ears golden. Hestia was the only one to pick up on her words, making the shy hearth goddess blush equally furiously.

"What did she say?" Artemis inquired eagerly, unable to keep the excitement out of her voice as she hungered to know what lewd idea Athena had come up with that had made Hestia blush.

"Athena says that we have come so far, we might as well do a little more. There is a lot to do without losing our virginities." Hestia managed to get out, stuttering horribly in aroused embarrassment as Artemis' face turned equally golden.

Nobody said anything, the three too embarrassed to actually let their thoughts be known, not that it was needed. Only one, and the same, thought raced through their minds, that is, how loudly they could shout yes without sounding too eager.

Synchronized, as if they had practised it a lot of times before, the three goddesses pulled Percy to the edge of the bed, using their godly strength to aid them in moving the heavy demigod, so that it was easier for them to do.... ahem ahem, whatever they wanted to do.

The three goddesses glanced at each other, nervous and shy about what they were about to do, before Athena mustered up the courage, hooking her nimble fingers through the waistband of his boxers.

"Ready?" She asked, seeming for all intent and purpose like she was about to do a completely unpredictable scientific experiment. She drew a shuddering breath to muster up every single dreg of courage she had in her body, met with soundless nods of encouragement from the other two goddesses.

And Athena yanked his boxers down to his knees, letting gravity take them the rest of the way.

Three jaws dropped, nothing in the world could have prepared them to face down the throbbing horsecock that Percy boasted of. The nudes they had did not lie, but the real deal was so much more impressive and drool-worthy in person. Their loving caresses and kisses had awakened the lustful beast inside him, raging even as he slept, uncaring of his loyalty or his morals, just seeking pleasure and satisfaction in a single-minded, determined manner.

"Damn," Artemis muttered, her silver eyes locked on Percy's oversized manhood, throbbing powerfully before her very eyes.

Athena and Hestia could only nod silently in agreement, unsure if their voices even worked properly after the shock they had received.

Percy's cock was thick, and long, looking as if it rearranged female anatomy on a regular basis. It was almost as large, and thick, as the average arm, and his bulbous cockhead was as large as Artemis' fist. Slight beads of precum glistened on his slit, a musky scent emanating from his manhood that made all of them feel light-headed, intoxicated and all the more horny. His cock, ridged with innumerable veins and throbbing powerfully in need, pulsing with every beat of his heart, held their complete attention, bobbing tantalizingly in front of the maiden goddesses' watering mouths.

"I call dibs!" Artemis almost shouted, unable to reign in her excitement as she shouldered her way between the indignant Artemis and Hestia, coming face to face with Percy's throbbing cock, her unblinking silver eyes wide with excitement, unable to leave his crotch for a single second.

"Why do you get to go first?" Athena whined playfully even as she and Hestia took their positions on opposite sides of the sleeping demigod, prime seats to watch the chaste, man hating Artemis pleasure her crush.

"Well, I did come up with the idea in the first place," Artemis observed, paying no heed to how lewdly the other two were exploring Percy's chest with their hands.

"Okay, how do I do this?" She asked, a novice to these kind of things, as she looked at Percy's cock from all angles, trying to determine her path of action.

"Umm... you can use your hands to stroke it. Don't squeeze too hard, but don't be too gentle either. You can start off gently, and get rougher, but be careful not to hurt him." Athena advised, herself engrossed in the hypnotic sight of Artemis beneath Percy's massive horsecock.

"How do you know this stuff?" Artemis asked absentmindedly, wrapping her small, soft hands around the base of Percy's erect cock, noting how her hands did not enclose around his girth completely.

The fact that she could not wrap around his thick cock with both of her hands only served to arouse Artemis further, her needy pussy tingling in unfamiliar, pleasurable ways. She felt a moist dampness, that she vaguely recognized to be arousal, soak through her panties as she cautiously pumped Percy's length once.

Athena felt her cheeks heat up at her sister's question.

"Well.... I read a lot... and umm..... mortals are complete perverts." She half mumbled and half rushed through the sentence, eager to watch the show. Hestia couldn't be bothered less about the interaction the two sisters had just shared, her attention occupied by Percy's sculpted abs and his thick, throbbing cock that was getting gently pleasured by the maiden Artemis' small, innocent hands.

Artemis gave another slow stroke to Percy's length, feeling his meat throb and twitch underneath her smooth, sensitive skin as she slowly stroked his length, feeling every ridge and vein of his powerful cock, rough against her soft skin.

Artemis felt weird, yet horribly aroused as she pleasured the sleeping Percy off, feeling like she was jerking off a horse with his ungodly monster cock. She had no idea that only giving a handjob could feel so good, making her moan quietly at the feeling.

Athena and Hestia's heavy breathing faded into the background as Artemis really got into the handjob she was giving her crush, allowing her feminine instinct to guide her as she pleasured this alpha male like his personal slut.

Her nimble fingers played with his sensitive head, smearing his glistening, warm precum all over the smooth skin of his cock, so as to allow her to move easily.

A thick, musky smell emanated from his glistening cock, making Artemis' sensitive nose sing in ecstasy, a sultry moan inadvertently escaping her pink lips as she sniffed. She couldn't simply believe how high his smell got her, making her feel intoxicated and light-headed like she was on drugs. Her pussy quivered and spasmed, leaking fresh fluids in her damp panties.

Artemis' silver eyes glazed over in sheer, unadulterated love as she stroked Percy's cock, following Athena's advice as she went harder and faster, her eyes locked onto his glistening cock, throbbing in her hands.

Unable to resist the urge, drawn by her sensitive nose like a bee to a flower, she buried her face in his crotch, feeling his warmth against her hot, blushing face.

Her hands did not stop working his cock, furiously jerking him off, trying to coax his load out of him, as Artemis drew a deep, shuddering breath.

Her lungs were immediately filled with the potent, musky scent emanating directly from Percy's crotch, seeking the addictive scent directly from the source. Her panties soaked through, her pussy quivering in pleasant ways that made her entire body shudder in pleasure.

"Fuck, that's so hot," Hestia muttered, trying to resist the urge to pleasure herself as she watched Artemis give Percy a loving handjob, as she rubbed her nose in his crotch.

Artemis breathed heavily, panting in lust as she sniffed Percy's musky scent, acting like aphrodisiac and making her feel lustful. Her small, soft hands worked hard at his cock, twisting her hands and playing with his head to stimulate him even further, feeling his ridged, veiny cock throbbing in her soft hands.

Her soft skin rubbed his glistening cock, aided by the glistening precum she had smeared all over his thick meat to act as lube, and Artemis added to her hands working to make Percy orgasm in his sleep.

She rubbed her sensitive nose all over his cock, breathing in deeply to sniff the musky scent of his precum and his cock mixing together to form a potent aphrodisiac that could even turn the stoic moon goddess to a heaving mess, moaning and breathing heavily as she mini orgasmed at merely his scent alone.

The tight, black t-shirt that she wore to attract Percy's eyes to her toned, lithe body suddenly felt too hot, too suffocating, as her body's temperature rose by a few degrees. Her face was a permanent gold as she rubbed her nose along Percy's thick, veiny cock, lost in arousal at the sheer lewdness of the act she was engaged in.

Her breasts jiggled and heaved with every shuddering breath she took, only serving to spur Artemis on as she rubbed her face all over Percy's cock. She rubbed his leaking tip all over her face, enjoying the warm precum smeared on her cheeks and lips as she pumped his cock, feeling him twitch and throb in her small, soft hands.

Percy stirred as he was jerked off by Artemis in his sleep, moaning and mumbling incoherently as the moon goddess eagerly pleasured him.

Artemis was caught by surprise as his orgasm hit, his thick cock throbbing and twitching as it spurted thick cum, the first shot hitting her cheeks and making her gasp at the sudden feeling.

Percy continued to spew gallons of cum, dumping rope and rope of warm, thick cream all over the moaning, messy Artemis.

She had got some in her mouth, and she could definitely say Percy's thick cum was her new favourite drink.

Artemis felt a blissful, orgasmic smile curl on her lips as she was splattered with the thick cum spurting from Percy's cock, her hands getting messy as she continued stroking his cock lovingly, taking care to coax his entire load out of his heavy sack, angling his cock so that he could dump his entire load on the chaste, maiden moon goddess, mark her as his slut.

After what seemed like a blissful, orgasmic eternity marked by several climaxes on Artemis' part, Percy's seemingly endless load reduced to a trickle. After giving his cock a few more loving jerks for good measure, Artemis detached herself from his cock, to concentrate on the tasty treat she had received.

She sank to the carpeted floor of the tent, eagerly licking up all the thick white cum covering her hands, before she would move on to the thick layer covering her face and chest. Her mind had blanked out already, her taste buds molten and her brain overloaded. The taste of his thick fertile seed was accompanied by the thick, musky scent that was heaven to Artemis' sensitive nose, sure to be permanently stuck to her clothes.

The thick fluid was in her auburn hair, making her silky hair slightly sticky and frizzy. It covered her face with a thick layer of white that looked like Artemis had painted her face white with a bucketful of thick cum, her silver eyes glazed over in lust. Her pink lips glistened with saliva as she continued to eagerly lick her messy hands clean. The thick cum trickled down her face, dripping from her stained, dirty chin to splatter on her dirty black t-shirt. The black, thin cotton fabric stuck to her chest, damp and glistening with the thick fluid, showing off her modest, firm breasts and delicious cleavage, her nipples, stiff in arousal, visible as bumps on the mounds of her breasts.

Athena watched how eagerly her sister was licking up all the cum, a plan forming in her head already. Her cheeks tinged golden as she watched Artemis with visible arousal, she was aware of the dampness soaking through her panties.

Only one thought ran through the wisdom goddess' head as she watched Artemis lick herself clean. Damn, she was hot.

Athena wanted to become like that.

After making sure that Percy was still sleeping soundly, Athena replaced Artemis between his legs at the edge of the bed, not even bothering to ask permission to go first from Hestia.

The equally aroused hearth goddess was too occupied with sucking, kissing and licking Percy's abs to notice.

With grey eyes glazed over in lust, Athena watched his still erect, throbbing cock, glistening with a mixture of his precum and specks of white cum that Artemis had missed.

She gulped nervously, yet her excitement showed as a damp patch on her trousers, betrayed by her own body.

His oversized cock almost seemed too large for anybody to take, larger than a horse from Olympus' stables, throbbing and pointing towards Athena's hot face like a compass points north, almost begging her to pleasure him.

Sticking out her hot, pink little tongue out, Athena gave Percy's throbbing cock a long, sensuous lick, trying to understand why Artemis seemed to go crazy.

Her eyes widened as she was caught under the spell of Percy's ungodly cock, the proud wisdom goddess immediately losing any sign of dignity she might have had left in favour of cleaning up her new master lovingly with her tongue. Her taste buds sang praises as she worshipped Percy's thick cock, her velvet muscle taking care to lick every ridge and vein, thoroughly lathering him with her saliva, cleaning up his dirty cock worshipfully with her tongue.

Her lips trailed along the sensitive underside of his cock, dragging her tongue along his veiny length before she latched her full lips around his tip, swirling her tongue around his bulbous cockhead and greedily lapping up the constant stream of precum that he leaked.

Her lips formed an airtight seal as Athena sucked tightly, high on the taste of Percy's cock, feeling slightly nervous at what she was about to do.

His cock didn't look like it could fit inside her tight little throat, still, summoning up all her willpower, Athena plunged into it.

She forced herself down, managing only a few inches before she had to stop for breath. It felt like shoving an entire arm down her throat, only the pain was replaced by mind-numbing pleasure, and it tasted better than the best meals Olympus' chefs could make.

Athena drew back up, gasping for breath as her eyes watered. Her face was slightly golden, but she could not care less, as she dove back in for another attempt at deepthroating his cock.

His heavy cock rested on her tongue, forcing her to taste him as she lapped helplessly at the underside of his cock, hoping to get him off. His thick length throbbed and twitched, its girth almost making her feel like her jaw would be permanently dislocated, as he hit the back of her throat, making her gag and choke on his length.

Athena's grey eyes widened in surprise as she felt a hand on the back of her head, entangling in her golden locks and forcing her head down, as far as she could go.

She struggled slightly, trying to see who was forcing her to deepthroat the sleeping demigod's horsecock, but in vain. The thick, diamond-hard length deep in her throat wouldn't allow her.

That's when, she felt Percy buck his hips towards her.

A few more inches of his glistening cock disappeared behind her pink lips, making Athena gag and choke furiously as she was forced to deepthroat several inches of his thick meat. Tears trickled down her golden cheeks, her grey eyes teary yet hazy with lust, as she tried to smile around his cock from the pleasure she was feeling, her pussy tingling in delicious ways.

"Mm..." Percy writhed in his sleep, his toes curling as he moved his hips, making his cock leave Athena's hot, wet mouth before he entered back in, setting up a slow, lazy pace as he fucked her throat with long, deep strokes that left her throat stretched.

"You were right Annabeth, Artemis is such a good cocksucker." His words came out slurred in his deep and husky, sleepy voice that could make almost every female mini orgasm alone.

Athena could almost feel Artemis' furious golden blush at his words, and a pang of jealousy passed through her rapidly beating heart at the knowledge that Percy was having a wet dream about Artemis while it was her that was pleasuring him in his sleep!

As soon as it came, it left, replaced by even greater shame, diluted greatly with lust at the reminder that she was sucking off her daughter's boyfriend. She felt her pussy quiver at the thought that she was sucking off the same piece of meat her favourite daughter enjoyed every night.

Unbidden, an image of a naked Annabeth, kneeling beside an equally naked Athena as they lovingly attended to Percy's throbbing horsecock, flashed through her mind, making the wisdom goddess blush.

Her throat bulged visibly as Percy's cock entered her throat, her tight muscles massaging his cock, trying to coax his load out of him. Her tongue lapped helplessly against the bottom of his cock as she angled her head, trying to get the best angle to completely take his cock, until her nose was pressed against Percy's crotch. His scent was intoxicating, making Athena feel lightheaded as she face fucked herself on Percy's cock, aided by the slight movement of his hips. Drool and precum dribbled past her swollen pink lips, staining her chin and trailing down her neck, every time Percy's glistening cock withdrew from her pink lips.

"Uh..." Percy groaned, his voice slightly muffled by Hestia's lips on his. His hips bucked, lifting his lower half off the bed as he trusted back into Athena's tight throat, his cock twitching and throbbing in preparation of the explosive climax that Athena had eagerly anticipated.

Revitalized by his reaction, Athena quickened the bobbing of her head, trying to resist her gag reflex as his cock hit the back of her throat every time she got in as deep as she could go, which wasn't much compared to the thick length that still eluded her greedy lips.

Tears trailed down her cheeks, her face was slightly golden as she forcefully choked on his cock, but Athena refused to relent, allowing Percy's cock to enter her throat as much as she could take it, and holding herself there.

Percy groaned into Hestia's lips, his hips using for one last time before his climax hit.

"You're such a cock-hungry slut, Athena." The normally meek hearth goddess' brazen words made her pussy quiver and spasm in orgasm, aided by the feeling of Percy's cock throbbing in her throat. She groaned around his thick meat, sending pleasurable shivers up his cock as he spewed gallons of thick cum down her throat, directly into her stomach.

Athena moaned as she felt Percy cum, feeling like someone had a firehose hosing down thick, delicious creamy cum down her throat directly into her stomach. Her throat muscles worked overtime, pulsing and spasming around his twitching cock, trying to milk him of his entire load as Percy continued to dump what seemed like gallons of cum in her stomach.

Wanting to taste more of the delicious fluid she had earlier, Athena pulled put till only Percy's bulbous cockhead remained in her tight, wet mouth, trapped by the sensuous seal formed by her full pink lips.

Her cheeks puffed put instantly as Percy continued to spew thick cum, making Athena gulp and swallow as fast as she could, chugging his thick seed greedily with lewd, audible gasps, in fear of spilling some of his precious cum.

Her pink lips, slightly swollen, were glistening, flecked with pearly cum that had escaped her lips despite her best attempts.

Her panties were a soggy mess, a glistening puddle of her feminine fluids pooling around her crotch. Athena had long ago lost count of how many orgasms she had had, merely submitting herself to the ocean of ecstasy that only sucking Percy's cock granted her. Her massive, D-cup tits jiggled and bounced enticingly with every shuddering breath she took, never stopping her frantic, starved drinking of Percy's thick cream, the wisdom goddess reduced to a regular cum-starved whore that only needed Percy's horsecock in one of her tight holes, only needing to be stuffed full of his thick cream.

Her normally toned stomach was beginning to bulge out obscenely, as if she was pregnant, making Athena feel thankful that she had chosen this day to wear a casual, cotton t-shirt instead of her normal formal, button-down shirts.

Finally, running out of breath and feeling like she could not drink anymore, Athena reluctantly let his cock leave her hungry mouth, gasping for air.

His cock continued to spurt thick cum for a few moments more, just enough to make Athena orgasm for one last time as she felt her face getting splattered with Percy's thick, warm seed. Her grey eyes, hazy with lust, continued to stare worshipfully at the cock that had brought her all this pleasure, watching the room through a thick layer of white that made the wisdom goddess look as slutty as her sister.

A golden tinge appeared on the wisdom goddess' cheeks, invisible through the thick layer of cum covering her cheeks as she watched Hestia remove her shirt, before replacing her between Percy's legs.

The normally shy hearth goddess, showed not a sign of shame, boldly displaying her naked, perfect tits that jiggled softly with every breath she took.

Hestia's tits were a perfect round shape, hugging her chest tightly with zero sag, two perfect globes of pale, milky flesh tipped by two stiff, cherry red nipples.

Hestia smiled softly, revealing her perfect, gleaming white teeth as she adjusted her soft, silky brown hair so as not to get in her way, her brown eyes shining with cute, lustful mischief.

Placing a soft kiss on the underside of the sleeping demigod's cock, she trailed her lips upwards, kissing his bulbous head with as much lust and devotion as a mortal kissed their lover.

Her soft tits wrapped around his thick, oversized cock, not able to contain him despite her massive boobs, his glistening head brushing against her lips, smearing her pink lips with his musky precum with every thrust.

Hestia started moving, allowing his sandwiched cock to smoothly slide between her soft tits, feeling every ridge and vein of his warm, throbbing cock against the sensitive skin of her chest. She shook her chest from side to side, allowing her sinful tits to jiggle, further stimulating him. The glistening mixture of saliva, cum and precum that coated his cock acted as lube, getting rubbed into her chest like lotion and making her pale creamy skin glisten.

Hestia turned her head towards Athena, not stopping her movement as she gave the sleeping demigod a titjob, probably the only one she would ever give to the only male worthy to engage in such lewd acts with a maiden goddess like herself.

Athena blushed as Hestia's warm brown eyes inevitably dipped towards her bloated stomach and soaked crotch, before the hearth goddess forced herself to look into Athena's grey eyes, trying not to get distracted by the delicious looking cum that coated her face.

"Athena, do you mind redoing the sleeping spell on Percy?"

Somehow, her voice still sounded cute and innocent, even when she was engaged in such lewd acts with her sleeping crush.

None of the three noticed the two Iris Messages, heavily disguised with the Mist.

Of course, two of the three watching them were the wide-eyed love goddess, attracted by the smell of sex around Percy's presence, and the masturbating Iris herself, hitched along for a free opportunity to spy on her crush.

And the third, was a very horny blonde girlfriend.

Chapter 61: Taming Tanaka: Part 1

Time: After Seeing Sabaton

Percy blew through his teeth in an irritated manner, creating a small whistling sound as he got his ears chewed out by Drew Tanaka's constant chatter.

She was beautiful, no one could deny that, the epitome of sinful, erotic beauty, but she was as girly as Aphrodite girls came, something that made Percy regret ever taking her out on a date.

The normally bitchy gossipmonger was as bitchy as ever, making Percy carry all her bags as she pranced happily from store to store, fluttering like an annoying, yet beautiful butterfly exploring a rich garden.

They were in a huge, sprawled out mall in Washington, one of the largest and most diverse in the entire country, and which was, of course, Drew's favourite.

The futuristic looking, shiny mall was an enormous behemoth of glass and steel with large windows, spanning the height of every wall on every floor, a marvel of glass and concrete architecture that even Athena would be proud of. It had the best stores that sold practically everything under the sun, the shopping spot for all the rich ministers and businessmen that populated the capital.

It had apparently always been her dream to shop through this mall reserved only for the upper, elite echelons of society who shat money, and now that she had a smoking hot, Dark god as boyfriend, she would obviously be taking advantage of his endless pockets, both figuratively and literally.

His infinite, godly bank account was there, of course, accompanied by special jeans Percy had got enchanted by Athena so that they had endless pockets, necessary for whenever he went shopping with the girls.

He had had half a mind to take her to a middle of nowhere, muddy farm and teach her humility, but he had other lessons planned, to teach the daughter of Aphrodite a much-needed virtue.

The thought made Percy's lips twitch upward, the shadow of a dark smirk breaking through the cracks in his mask.

His dark, sea-green eyes followed the Tanaka's form as she eagerly explored the contents of a perfume display with her eyes, before entering the shop.

Percy groaned, before following her into the shop, however reluctantly.

As the assistant catered to Drew's demands, Percy sighed softly, leaning against the counter as he looked out of the glass window into the city outside.

The city had the usual charm held by every urban area, an enormous dumpster that its inhabitants just couldn't live without. There were large, flashing billboards on every single building, enormous, official-looking skyscrapers with uncountable windows. The sun was up, this far south there was summer every day of every year, and it was reflected in the crowded streets, where the pavement was scorching and tires burst in the heat. Smoke and noxious fumes from the engines of the cars that crowded the streets, stuck in a never-ending line of traffic, rose to the sky in an impalpable swirl of dark grey that soon dissipated into nothingness. The cool breeze that Percy had grown used to, on Ogygia was replaced by a hot, dry breeze that made Percy's tongue parched, blowing dust. There were a few trees lining the streets, their dull green leaves caked with dust and drooping, poisoned by mankind.

Percy was jerked from his sombre anti-humanity contemplation by Drew, jumping up in his face to get his attention.

"Percy!"

"What?" He tried to keep the annoyance he was feeling, from leaking into his voice.

"What do you think of this cologne?" She took a hold of Percy's wrist, her soft palm wrapping around his arm and drawing out his hand with a gentleness he was unsure she was capable of. She sprayed a bit of the perfume she was holding, a beautiful blue crystal bottle that swirled with liquid inside.

Percy brought his wrist to his sensitive nose, sniffing.

His eyes widened slightly at the fragrance, a mixture of scents that imitated the natural scent he favoured as closely as mortals would ever get to it, probably one of the best he had ever smelt, before he looked at Drew, who was standing in front of him and rocking back and forth nervously, looking back at him with her dark eyes shining with hope, like miniature jewels.

"I... like it."

"I bought it for you!" She almost jumped into his arms in happiness, smiling at him.

Percy couldn't help the genuine smile that curled his lips, mirroring the normally snobbish girl's expression.

"Great. Now take this." Her expression did a full three-sixty turn into the old, bland look that Percy loathed, as she shoved an entire bag full of several small packaged perfumes.

"Who are these for?" He complained, feeling slightly betrayed as the Asian girl strutted ahead with nary a look back at the Dark god, the crowds parting to allow the girl to walk through and leaving him to catch up.

"These are for the others. You didn't think that I bought one only for you, did you?" She didn't even look at him as she spoke, her eyes captured by other stores that passed by them.

Percy smiled slightly at that, despite how much she tried to keep up her false facade, he knew how much she cared for the others, despite not being as active as some of the other girls. They were all one big family, and Drew cared, even though she verbally abused them sometimes to keep up her bitchy, bullying act that others always thought she was.

The Dark god looked up at the enormous glass ceiling overhead, his attention caught by the rays of sunlight that filtered through the glass and formed intricate patterns on the floor, slightly awed as he ran to catch up with her.

The polished marble floors were so clean that they looked like mirrors, despite the hundreds of people milling about.

Percy caught a glimpse of his own reflection on the marble floor, smiling at himself before he moved into the next shop Drew had disappeared into.

He had donned a classic, full-sleeved black leather jacket with a grey and white flecked t-shirt beneath, his dog tags dangling on a golden chain around his neck. His enchanted skinny jeans were black ending in, of course, black Nike boots. The dark attire hugged his lean, tall form like a second skin, showing off his sculpted muscles that made ladies drool, and heads turn everywhere he went. Somewhat long, raven hair tied up in a small man bun, a signature, dark stubble hiding the scars that lined his jaw from view. The dark ink from the innumerable tattoos that decorated his body peeked out from behind the low neck of his t-shirt.

His eyes followed Drew's form navigating the transactions, through the crowds of people as he hung back, lounging in the shadows like a real-life, smoking hot Slenderman. Never mind all the people looking at him like he was a creep.

What was she even doing in a shop for stupid glass sculptures?

Drew walked through the talks like a professional, making Percy slightly envious of her suave nature, and within no time, she had her arm hooked through his as the couple wandered off in search for another shop, for once carrying her own bags.

Percy gulped, feeling Drew's sensuous body mould into his side as she pressed almost needily against him, yet giving no other indication of her true intentions as she pointed out another clothes store, criticizing the dresses put on display with her ever keen eye for fashion.

He felt a smirk tug at her lips. Drew wanted it, but she gave little indication, a proud daughter of Aphrodite who wanted him to stake his claim on her body and take what he wanted. Okay, perhaps not.

The young couple navigated through the thick crowds, drawing eyes and turning heads wherever they went.

The lecherous, fat old politicians and businessmen who barely moved from a chair for weeks, followed Drew's curvy body with their greedy eyes that undressed her mentally, and making Percy growl at the looks they were throwing his girl. She was his, and he let that be known, wrapping an arm around Drew possessively and tightening his one-armed hug, making her press against his chiselled, broad chest as he towered over her. The daughter of Aphrodite complied, understanding his thoughts and pressing up as needily against him.

"Don't worry, stud. Nobody can even hold a candle to you." She purred into his ear softly, making him stifle a possessive growl in his throat as she subtly ghosted her nimble fingers across his abs.

And then, there were wives and girlfriends, usually young and beautiful and drawn by the money the old sobs promised, left unsatisfied by their old partners, drooled and brazenly tried to crawl their way into Percy's pants, dropping obvious hints and even openly asking him for sex. And of course, Drew gloated over the fact that only she, out of all of them, would ever get to touch Percy's delectable body intimately.

He was a heartbreaker, that was for sure.

"Can we have some lunch now?" The Dark god groaned suddenly, stopping in his tracks and making her huff in annoyance as he broke the beautiful shopping spree she had embarked on.

She whirled around to look at him, slightly exasperated, taking in his exhausted state. To be fair, they had been shopping for almost three hours, and it was getting past lunchtime....

And that's how the two found themselves at a McDonald's. Percy was having his third burger, making the sophisticated Drew wrinkle her nose at how messily the famished god devoured the greasy food, and also making her marvel at the almost barbaric appetite he possessed.

Meanwhile, she was having a salad, ever figure conscious.

"I don't understand how you can have only those stupid greens when there are so many burgers right there." He indicated the counter with his eyes, his hands reluctant to part with the greasy goodness.

Her eyebrow twitched, "Unlike somebody, I have to maintain my figure."

Percy would have been outraged in any other circumstances, but he had a burger to calm him down.

"I do have to maintain my figure, I'll have you know. I-" He spoke between mouthfuls, making her cut him off.

"Doesn't Hestia keep telling you not to talk with your mouth full?"

"Yeah-" He was cut off again as a sleazy looking guy walked up to their table, strutting arrogantly like he owned the place. Slightly open-mouthed in disbelief, Percy followed his swagger with his eyes as he slid into the seat beside Drew.

"Hey, hot piece, wanna hang out at my place?"

Drew merely stared at the guy, shocked by his audacity.

"Yeah, I know, it might be a surprise to you that someone so hot is inviting you to a date, but you know, you can ditch Burger King over there and come check out my Mr. McDonald's."

Percy couldn't help the snicker that escaped him. Did this guy have a noob's guide to pick up lines written by the biggest noob of them all, hidden somewhere in his baggy pant pockets?

The guy shot him a venomous glare at the sound, mostly ignoring him in favour of 'flirting' with Drew.

"You know my Mom's the CEO of so and so, we're millionaires."

Percy winked at the middle-aged woman whom he identified to be this sleaze's mother, enjoying how quickly she blushed like a schoolgirl. She had been discreetly ogling him from afar the entire time he had been there. The lady was not at all attractive by any means, not after the goddesses he had been fucking, but still, he loved the sense of dominance he held, even over other males, no matter how low they were in the food chain.

He was just going to make a move to beat the guy to a pulp, and then show him that his mother had a crush on the Dark god, just to remind him of his place, but he was beaten to it, by none other than the Tanaka.

Apparently, Drew's bite was worse than her bark, and Percy was glad for once he was not on the receiving end.

And then, she started cursing worse than Gordon Ramsay and a pretty foul-mouthed rapper combined, making Percy's jaw drop. He doubted even he could cuss that good.

"-and your tiny dick probably needs a microscope just to be seen, fucking virgin who thinks he is some kind of hotshot. You probably hunt around in garbage for discarded panties to sniff and masturbate for three seconds every week, because even the doctors have given up on your sex drive, which is lower than a sponge's."

Steam came out of the Asian girl's ears in sheer rage, her entire face tinged red in anger.

She continued on her tirade, drawing attention to the fact that he was a cuckold whose mom had a crush on Percy, her boyfriend, and that nobody, let alone he, could even begin to compare to Percy's horsecock and the pounding he could give.

A crowd had gathered around them, making Percy sink into his seat with his burger, blushing as Drew continued to demean the poor guy while making Percy out to be some kind of sex god, which he might have been.

And even more embarrassing were the reactions of many in the crowd, all the girls calling out remarks, agreeing with Drew in everything she said, and even though they had just seen him for a few hours at most, made remarks like, "Yeah, he's a great guy! He's hot! His dick is massive! He gave me the pounding of my life!"

And then, things got physical.

The guy, simmering in anger, lunged towards Drew, hands outstretched, and she retaliated, in an imitation eerily similar to Annabeth.

Grabbing the guy's arm, she kneed him in the elbow, making him scream out in pain as his bones crunched audibly, his arm bent in an odd angle, before she slammed him off the bench and into the floor, physically lifting him up and displaying more strength than Percy gave her credit for as she KO'd him in one hit.

The crowd had fallen silent, shocked at what had transpired so quickly. The boy's mother didn't even make a move to help her son, shocked that her son would try to antagonize this.... Adonis.

"And that, was for insulting my boyfriend." Drew spoke, kicking him in the jaw, "And this, is for insulting me."

Percy, along with every male within a mile radius, winced at the agonized howl that followed her vicious words.

"Come on, Percy. Let's go." Without looking back, she stomped her way angrily to the escalators, again leaving him to catch up with her.

Percy jogged a bit, finally matching Drew's furious pace as he wrapped an arm around her shoulders and drew her close to his chest, surprised to feel her relax immediately. "Hey, what's cooking?"

"Nothing, Percy." She turned away from him, sniffling slightly.

He rubbed her arm, making her lean in as close as she could as the two walked side by side, slowly.

"Now, you can tell me what is going on. I set up a barrier around us."

She turned to look up at him, her dark, brown eyes shining with unshed tears.

"Shit, what happened, Drew?" Percy asked, drawing the daughter of Aphrodite in for a hug. Her arms wrapped around his torso as her voluptuous body moulded against his, but Percy could not be bothered less about that, not when she was sniffling and sobbing into his stomach.

"Princess?" His voice was soft and smooth and comforting, everything that the Tanaka needed, everything that she loved and had fallen for.

"Guys are pricks." She sniffed.

"Woah, that hurt, but why with the Hunter mentality suddenly?"

"I didn't mean you. You're great, the best anybody could ask for." She mumbled into his stomach, tightening her grip even further on the Dark god. "I meant the others. The ones that were at Camp when I first came, who made lewd gestures and bullied me."

His eyes widened, his hug tightening into a protective, possessive embrace. Drew chuckled at that, patting him on the arm reassuredly. "Don't worry, Jackson, I'm okay now. So, I was bullied, and I was weak. I couldn't be the badass Hunter. Instead, I became the bullying bitch. It kept them away from me, it kept others away from me. I was safe and in a somewhat powerful position, but hurt. Guys desired me, they did anything I told them to, and I fanned their desires, shamelessly flirting with them to ensure their loyalty. My reputation was more than enough to ensure that they didn't get any funny ideas, and I wouldn't do anything with them if my life depended on it. I had eyes for you, and you only. I deserve the best, I wouldn't let anyone but the best touch me."

She finally broke the hug after giving Percy a slightly shaky, watery smile, turning around to rub her face dry of the tears that now darkened Percy's t-shirt. "Sorry about that, by the way."

He did not care about his t-shirt in the least, not when his girl had a problem. Perhaps he wouldn't have cared about Drew all that much, if circumstances were different. But as it was, she was his, and what was his, was always cared for.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"Nah, just keep it between me and you, okay? I'll- I'll try to put it behind me, but it's hard when I have been the bitch for so long. I'm sorry, Percy."

"There's nothing to be sorry for, princess."

She looked up at him with her brown eyes shining with hope, smiling softly at the Dark god. "You know, I'm glad Mom allowed me in your harem."

"Hmm?" Percy raised an eyebrow, interested.

She blushed cutely, throwing Percy in for a loop. Even though he had just seen her break down and confess everything, Percy wasn't sure he would ever get used to the always in control Drew Tanaka blushing, that too, one of the most adorable blushes he had ever seen. Though he might be prejudiced on that one, he'll have to check.

Drew turned away, not meeting his eyes in a sudden display of shyness. "We-well, every single girl in Camp Half-Blood had a crush on you, and I was no exception. I loved you with all my heart, but you were with Annabeth. You wouldn't even look back at me twice, even when you weren't with Annabeth, you had a crush on Silena, but not me. Others had somebody to lend them their shoulder during tough times, only me...."

She sniffed, before adding, "But I guess I brought that on myself. I'm such a fuck up."

Percy stayed silent, knowing that even Drew knew what he had thought of her earlier, and even when she had been at Ogygia for a few months, his opinion had not changed.

It was as if Percy had finally opened his eyes to see beyond the material, to see the hurt and hatred and unreciprocated love that she nestled in her heart. Like Athena, Drew, too, had her own problems and issues, and it was up to them, not only Drew or Percy alone, but all of them together, to overcome.

"What are you staring at, Jackson?! We haven't finished shopping yet. Move your lazy ass." Drew barked, making Percy swivel his head around to look at her, bewildered.

A small, playful smile played on her soft, full pink lips that extended to her shining brown eyes, despite the slight red that tinged them, and Percy understood. It was a secret just between the two of them, he had to let Drew work it out by herself before she accepted help and revealed herself, her true self.

He smiled back at her as he dropped the barrier separating them from the mortals, and the Mist went to work, allowing the couple to mix into the crowd like nothing had happened.

"Alright, stud, we need to get you a nice suit. What do you prefer?"

"Umm.... three-piece, black?"

His voice drowned out in shock as Drew tugged him into an Armani store.

And that was how the two found themselves in a slightly cramped trial room.

Percy stared up at the ceiling, trying to ignore the proximity of the seductive daughter of Aphrodite, as she worked on setting up his new suit perfectly, albeit with a pink tinge on her porcelain cheeks.

He gulped as her fingers grazed the naked skin of his chest, sending fire up his skin, as she buttoned up the tasteful brown shirt she had chosen to go with his suit.

Despite his best attempts to keep his eyes away, Percy couldn't help, blushing slightly as his dark, sea-green eyes were drawn inevitably, to the shorter girl.

Drew was, as mentioned previously, one of the hottest of Aphrodite girls, a sinful seductress by nature, only accentuated by her slight, though perfect, makeup.

She looked like a Japanese goddess, her eyes warm brown and shining with passion, her flawless porcelain skin tinged pink. Full, ruby lips that looked luscious and juicy, invited him to devour her lips hungrily, making her look as if she was always ready for a kiss, just made to kiss. Her long, black hair cascaded down, past her shoulders in a silky mass that was somehow different from Thalia's or his own.

But Drew took most pride in her sense of fashion, and Percy could see why. She wore a blue and green dress that extended to her knees, tight silk clinging to her curvy body that looked like she had nothing but Aphrodite genes in her body. It all ended in one and a half-inch platform heels, despite which she was still a head shorter than Percy.

She tugged on his vest, carefully checking over the golden timepiece included in the suit.

Percy tried not to look at what the physical work was doing to her sizeable chest, a beautiful E-cup that hugged her chest tightly like small basketballs, perfectly round and with the right amount of jiggle. It was no wonder that she got so many looks after the provocative clothing she wore, that just brought out her hourglass figure, her massive rack leading to a slim waist and toned stomach, before giving way to wide, childbearing hips. He was given a prime view of her cleavage by the window on her chest, making him wonder slightly how good his cock would feel sandwiched between those beautiful soft, milk jugs. The thick strip of silk around her neck, created due to her cleavage window, looked like a collar for all intents and purposes.

Drew turned around to reach for Percy's black, finely tailored, hella expensive coat, allowing her bubble butt to not so subtly press against his crotch and making Percy let out a groan despite his best attempts.

"Fuck, this shit has gone on for long enough." He conceded, losing an internal battle of wills with himself as he flipped Drew around, pinning her petite body to the wall of the cramped room with his physical dominance.

"Wh-what, J-Jackson?" She held a slightly scared look in her brown eyes that carefully camouflaged her arousal at his rough actions, making Percy growl in his throat.

"You very well know what, Princess." He leaned down to nibble lightly on her exposed neck, the Tanaka immediately tilting her head to allow him access to her neck, as if on reflex.

"You keep acting like you are all high and mighty, acting as if you are some sort of prized, worshipped goddess." He growled, sending shivers down her spine as he breathed on her neck, coaxing a light moan from her lips. She held his coat tightly against her body, as if to hide herself from the sinful Dark god, her knees weak, cheeks pink.

And Percy swooped in for the kill, making Drew involuntarily drop the coat as her arms wrapped around his neck. The expensive cloth hit the floor with a barely audible thump, going ignored as the pair kissed passionately, hungry and starved of each other.

Their lips moulded against each other perfectly, making them breathe heavily in lust as their hearts pounded together loudly, in tandem with each other.

The two broke the kiss to stare into each other's eyes for a few seconds, warm brown clashing with dark sea green, before Drew broke the eye contact, her eyes dipping down to his lips glistening with her saliva.

And she jumped him again, literally, her legs wrapping around his waist effortlessly despite the tight dress she wore. The fabric rode up on her thighs, allowing her soaked panties to grind against the crotch of his pants, ruining the fabric but she didn't care for any clothes, not any more.

Drew dove in back for another hungry kiss, this time involving tongue as she battled against Percy for dominance, a battle lost before it even started. Percy leaned down as he mashed his lips aggressively against hers, forcing her head back against the hard wooden wall of the trial room as he gripped her thighs for support, his touch rough against her soft, sensitive skin.

Despite her best attempts, soft moans and mewls of need escaped her throat, making her moan into Percy's mouth, her body uncooperative, her pride slowly getting crushed by all the needy, weak feminine sounds he was making her make.

His hands crept up her thighs, making her shiver deliciously in anticipation as he picked at the hem of her dress, her thighs quivering as a fresh wave of arousal soaked her panties.

But Percy was playing Drew's game now, so he kept his hands away no matter how much his entire being called out to him, instead moving to her delectable ass.

Her ass was right up there with the best, seemingly another perfect Aphrodite feature, the perfect combination of fat and muscle that she kept in shape with hard workouts aimed at making her body as sinful and erotic as possible. Her bubble butt jiggled and bounced with every step she took, turning heads everywhere she went, and during his time at Camp, even Percy had had his fair share of staring contests with her cute little rump. It was not at all helped by all the tight shorts she wore.

His hands groped and abused her ass, running along her crack and brushing against her sensitive asshole through the fabric that separated them, before he ran his fingers along the bottom of her delicious asscheeks, feeling the curve formed by her sumptuous bubble butt, his rough, unforgiving fingers sinking into her soft flesh.

Percy grinned into the kiss he shared with his girl, who was mewling and purring softly in response to his ministrations, needy for him to take charge and reign her in, to treat her like the bitch she was.

He would have fun taming the Tanaka.

Chapter 62: Taming Tanaka: Part 2

Time: That Night

Percy stumbled into his bedroom, his feet blindly tracing a well-worn path to his bed on their own. His vision was obstructed by a head of silky black hair, his arms full of a slightly drunk daughter of Aphrodite, but he found he preferred it that way.

The door shut close with an almost inaudible click, the Dark god using his foot to shut the door, not bothering to lock it.

It was past midnight anyway, not like anybody would walk in on them having sex. Well, that is, unless they decided to settle for a round of morning sex.... which, knowing the two of them, they probably would.

His lips moved against the daughter of Aphrodite's, in perfect sync with each other as they devoured each other's lips hungrily, ignoring the need to breathe that their body screamed at them, the call of necessity drowned out by the sound of desire.

Their tongues tangled with each other, locked in a battle of dominance, that Percy had won every time Drew tried to assert her dominance. He held her down like she was a weak slut, and she thought that it was the hottest thing she had ever seen, the way Percy denied her any freedom, staking his claim of ownership over her body through subtle physical touches.

The way his thoughts always shadowed her, like a constant presence, an addiction she could not shake off, his tall height making her feel small, helpless and dominated every time he leaned over her, his dark sea-green eyes blazing with poorly concealed lust that made her thighs quiver, promising to ravage her and leave her a shuddering, cumstuffed mess. The way he possessively wrapped an arm around her waist, clutching her to his side like she was his. The way he effortlessly lifted her a few inches clear off the floor with a single arm every time he kissed her passionately. His strong hand covertly groping, almost molesting her cute little ass every time she tried to speak to somebody, making her stutter and blush and be awkward.

She pressed her body against Percy's in need, whimpering into his mouth as she tried to grind her sopping wet pussy against his body, only to be denied.

Percy growled in his throat, a sound that made shivers of muted arousal run down her spine no matter how many times she heard it.

He broke the kiss, instead hovering above Drew as she squirmed and struggled beneath him, pinned by his unwavering gaze. His large, rough hands pinned her wrists to the soft mattress of his bed, putting just enough force for it to hurt slightly. After all, she was not getting a free pass, now, was she?

His eyes roamed Drew's face, a dark, lowkey evil smirk tugging at the corner of his lips as he enjoyed her squirming.

The first thing that attracted his eyes were her full, pink lips, slightly bruised from all the rough, passionate kisses she had been on the receiving end of, all throughout the day. She bit her lower lip, her perfect white teeth sinking into the soft flesh of her delicious lips as she averted her gaze, refusing to meet his sea-green eyes. Her warm brown eyes shined with barely concealed lust, dancing with nervousness. A slight pink tinge dusted her flawless, porcelain cheeks, just adding to her allure.

Just the thought of having this sexy, bitchy bully at his mercy, turned to a shy, needy slut by his mere touch, was a turn on that sent Percy crazy.

Her hot, pink tongue darted out as Drew nervously moistened her lips, sneaking a shy glance at Percy's clothing body. Her thighs ground together, as she attempted to stifle the arousal dampening her panties, trying to at least have some semblance of control over her body, to deny Percy the absolute control that both of them he commanded.

Perhaps it was the alcohol, which just accentuated and increased the intoxicating effect Percy had on her. She was sure that she didn't have that much alcohol, and there was nothing spiking her drinks, either.

They had been to a rich club in the capital after an evening spent doing mostly nothing, lounging about in parks and cafes. There had been a lot of flashing lights, music, dances and people, both drunk and sober, at the club.

And flirting. A lot of flirting.

Percy had been in the thick of it, flirting shamelessly with a gaggle of horny girls surrounding him, belonging to all ages and ethnic groups.

And through it all, he had made Drew sit in his lap like an obedient pet, carry out all the menial tasks he set her, while he had fun groping her sinful body.

Drew had never felt more humiliated in her entire life, yet she was at a loss to find evenings she had enjoyed more.

Perhaps it was to drive home a lesson. The fact that Percy was the one calling all the shots, she was only an obedient pet, a toy. Yet, Drew found herself unable to complain, after all, Percy took the best care of his toys, he loved his toys more than any other man loved their life partner.

She stiffened involuntarily, sucking in a breath as Percy leaned down towards her.

She closed her eyes, anticipating another kiss, but gasped as wet lips met her neck.

Her reaction was immediate, the Asian girl leaned her head to the side to allow Percy unrestricted access to her neck, her hips snapping up towards him as she moaned, coming undone immediately. Her toes curled in ecstasy as her pussy spasmed, drenching her panties as she orgasmed, hard.

"Damn, only a kiss to the neck? You must have been pent up." Percy spoke, never stopping his gentle caressing of her smooth neck with his lips. Seemingly ignorant of the orgasm he had brought her after kissing her passionately on a park bench, or the constant, torturous edging she had been subjected to, throughout the day.

Percy continued to trail wet kisses on her neck, drawing moans and gentle mewls from the Tanaka's lips as he nibbled softly on her skin. Percy pressed his face to her neck, drawing a deep breath to sniff her intoxicating scent, a sort of aphrodisiac, a tasteful combination of a few choice, expensive colognes.

He felt her jugular vein throbbing beneath his skin, so full of life, pulsing in rhythm with her racing heart.

He leaned back up again, placing a soft kiss on Drew's moist lips as he grinned down at her. "Ready for the real deal, then, Tanaka?"

Drew tried her best to erect her arrogant, bitchy 'I'm better than you' smirk, to little success. Her lips trembled in nervousness, her body betraying her excitement and anticipation as a fresh wave of arousal leaked from her tight, virgin folds, that had only ever felt Drew's own fingers or some sex toys she had smuggled into Camp.

"Naughty girl," Percy spoke as he straddled her, fiddling with the silk strap around her neck, unable to discern how the dress could be taken off.

With what little patience he had in the beginning tried by the annoying little strap that kept him from the delicious reward of Drew Tanaka's body, Percy resorted to drastic measures.

He hooked his fingers into her cleavage window, making Drew moan softly as she felt his fingers brush against her soft skin a sound, a feeling that only served to craze him further.

I think you can see where this is going.

Lack of patience led to the lack of thought, which in turn led to the sound of ripping fabric and Drew's muffled scream.

"Percy! That was my favourite dress!"

"Shut up, slut, or I'll make you." Percy was gone long ago, control handed over to the raging, perennially unsatisfied demon in his loins.

He ignored Drew's feeble protests, his attention captured by her heavenly, sinful and erotic, tits.

The shreds of the blue-green dress that Drew wore that day lay tattered, barely clinging to her voluptuous, hourglass figure. He had ripped it down to her navel, revealing her erotic body in all of its glory.

Drew's E-cup bust was almost as delicious and tempting as her mother's. Her massive tits were firm and round, the size of small basketballs. Her massive rack formed a delicious cleavage, making his mouth water, just inviting him to bury his face in her massive tits and suffocate himself to death. Her heavenly pillows jiggled and bounced softly with every breath she took, seemingly softer than jelly. Her pink nipples were stiff in arousal, poking out of the soft, smooth round globes of her pale, creamy flesh.

Percy felt his cock twitch at the metal piercings gleaming on her nipples. Damn.

Nipple piercings weren't the only things she sported.

His eyes wandered down from her hypnotically jiggling tits to her flat, toned stomach, in prime condition thanks to a mixture of love genes and hard work. There were several tattoos, of flowers, lions and birds and designs, that adorned her abdomen, something that Percy had, surprisingly, never even guessed existed, the dark ink perfectly contrasting her pale, flawless porcelain skin. There was a small diamond gleaming on her navel, a belly button piercing.

Hot.

Percy glanced towards the Asian girl's shy, brown eyes, feeling a grin tug at his lips. "You're just as hot as I expected. Good girl."

His words only served to fan her blush further, intensifying as he leaned down towards her heaving tits.

"P-Percy- oh~" Drew's voice faded into a sultry moan, not being able to hold herself as Percy latched onto one of her stiff nipples, his mouth warm and wet around her sensitive nub of flesh.

His tongue swirled around her pink areolas, making her moan and arch her back as he sucked on her tits, trying to relieve the growing pressure in her chest. Her thighs trembled and quivered, a continuous stream of fluids leaking from her untouched pussy at Percy's rough ministrations, making her whimper in submissive need.

Drew wrapped her slender arms around Percy's head, her fingers entangling in his raven locks as she pressed his head against her chest, reluctant to let him stop nursing in her tits. She moaned and mewled, stroking Percy's hair as he sucked on her nipples like a pro, nibbling softly on her sensitive flesh and lashing her stiff nubs with his tongue roughly. She felt like she could climax over and over and over again from only his ministrations on her chest.

"Mm..." Percy made a satisfied sound, that made Drew blush as she recognized that sound he made whenever he had something particularly delicious.

He held her nipple between his teeth, not letting her go entirely, as he spoke, his words slightly muffled. "Your mom and slutty little sister gave me some good milk, slut. I want to see how sweet you can get."

Drew blushed profusely when she could make out his words.

Percy seemed to be hell-bent on standing by his words, as he sucked on her tits, trying to get the fertile daughter of Aphrodite to lactate, something he knew she wasn't far away from. It would take just a push to get her undone.

Percy felt the Tanaka's dampness against his leg, her panties had soaked through her dress long ago.

He pressed his face against her fat tits, enjoying the feeling of Drew's creamy E-cup tits hug his face snugly, her smooth, pale skin warm and unbelievably soft as he held her sensitive, stiff nipple between his teeth, determined to get her to lactate through his mouth working on her tits, alone.

But that didn't mean, of course, that his hands remained idle. After all, his hands would never remain idle while there was even a thread of clothing on the Tanaka's body, hiding even a single inch of her voluptuous, erotic body from his view.

The metal of her nipple piercings felt cool against his tongue, contrasting her warm flesh.

His hands explored her curves, not leaving even a single bit of her body alien to his touch, slowly undressing her bit by bit. Her silk dress torn to shreds by his wandering fingers, making him feel like he was unwrapping a much-anticipated present, Percy kept the daughter of Aphrodite occupied by his mouth on her breasts, the sounds that escaped her lips like music to his ears.

"Fuck, P-Percy, I-I'm cumming!"

Percy felt his lips curl into a grin as he resumed his sucking with a fiery passion, eagerly awaiting the treat he knew would come.

"Fuck!"

He was not disappointed as a jet of warm milk hit his mouth, courtesy of Aphrodite genes that made her daughters (and herself), fertile beyond imagination, ready for motherhood. The thought sent another twitch of lust through Percy's pants.

Percy moaned involuntarily, his tastebuds molten by the taste of Drew's almost divine nectar, his nerves fried and brain short-circuited with ecstasy.

It was addictive, like a drug.

He felt like they all tasted the same, mother and daughters, an overly sweet saccharine taste that Percy could only ever hope to achieve even if he threw all the sweetest things in all the worlds in a massive blender.

Percy continued slurping, greedily swallowing the constant stream of warm fluid that leaked from her stiff, delicious pink nipples, her massive, heavy tits seeming to contain a never-ending supply.

His hands cupped her asscheeks, one of the most impressive butts he had ever laid his eyes upon, and that's saying something, pressing her against him as he groped her asscheeks with little shame.

Drew weakly fisted his raven hair, almost delirious with mind-numbing ecstasy as she had orgasmed Olympus knows how many times in the past few minutes. Her eyes had rolled up, her tongue lolling out of her mouth as she bucked her hips towards Percy's body, a thin, glistening line of drool trailing down her flawless skin. Her glistening, full pink lips trembled in bliss, the Tanaka drawing in deep, gasping breaths. She was sure she would have floated off the bed long ago if it wasn't for the Dark god pinning her down to the mortal plane of existence.

This was greater than Elysium, and it scared Drew to think that Percy could do this without going anywhere near her lower half.

Percy gasped for breath when the need became too much to ignore, hovering above Drew as he breathed deeply, his eyes still locked onto her twitching form like a predator.

Drew gasped, taking some coming down from her orgasmic high. Her body still twitched and quivered slightly from the aftereffects of the onslaught she had experienced, her breathing heavy. Her eyes took some time to focus.

Even before she could get her bearings, the sensation of being stared at by Percy stood distinct, making blood creep up her cheeks.

She shyly stared back at him, trying to ignore his wandering eyes as she checked the son of Poseidon out for herself, quite intimately.

The cold air of the air-conditioned room stung her skin slightly, making her shiver as her lust addled mind finally realised the lack of clothing protecting her. Despite her knowledge that Percy had probably ripped her dress off her, Drew found it difficult to bring herself to complain, as long as he continued to give her the pleasure she had experienced just a few minutes prior.

She would probably chew him out in the morning.

Her brown eyes, hazy with lust, wandered over his sharp features, sending shadows dancing across his face as he blocked the light, casting her in his shadow. He looked every inch like the delectable, sinful Dark god he was, his predatory features framed by a mane of darker than night hair, his darl sea-green eyes gleaming with barely concealed lust, shining through the shadows that flitted across his face.

His musky scent filled her nostrils with every breath she took, making her feel lightheaded. The ghosts of the mind-shattering orgasms she had experienced, still wracked through her body, making her pussy tingle in anticipation.

Her tits jiggled as she breathed heavily, rising and falling with her chest and drawing Percy's eyes to her chest. Glistening droplets of pearly white still flecked her creamy, porcelain skin, somehow different from the metallic sheen of her nipple piercings, making his mouth water slightly.

His eyes raked over her slim, toned stomach, tracing her dark tattoos, her slim waist and well developed, hourglass curves, lingering for a little while longer on the small gleaming diamond in her belly button piercing.

Unable to take it anymore, Drew surged forward, her arms wrapping around Percy's neck to draw him in for a kiss. His hands went to her waist as she arched her back, raising her hips and allowing him to tear off her panties, the last piece of clothing protecting her from the ravenous beast that was the Dark god.

Percy took a brief glance at her sopping wet pussy, pink and smooth, glistening in the cold air of the room.

"D-don't stare." Drew found herself stuttering, feeling angry at herself for sounding so weak.

A lecherous grin spread on Percy's lips, as he looked up towards her.

"I think it's time to teach you a lesson, kitten."

Her ears tinged pink at the new nickname. "W-What?" Her eyes fluttered nervously.

Percy sat at the edge of his bed, allowing Drew to sit up. The soft mattress, softer than clouds, sank a few inches under her weight.

"Come on kitten. Be a good girl and bend over my knees. If you are bad, I'm gonna have to punish you even more."

Her face resembled a bucket of open paint as she obediently shuffled towards him on her knees, her traitorous body refusing to listen to any of her commands. Her warm nectar trickled down the insides of her thighs, her pussy quivering in anticipation of what was to come. Two steady streams of warm milk dripping from her nipples trickled down her stomach, forming a delicious contrast of temperatures- the fluids, Percy's body, warm and comfortable in the room's cold air.

Despite all, Drew could only manage sadness at the fact that her owner needed to punish her, she was under no delusions that this punishment, though lewd, was undeserved.

"Yes, Daddy." She found her words meek and submissive, past her lips before she could help it. Not that she would change it in any way even if she could.

Percy found himself grinning at the daughter of Aphrodite's submission as she obediently bent over his knees. Seems like he finally broke the proud Drew Tanaka.

He was making it a habit of breaking pride and will, after all, no girl ever clung to her will when faced with his, in his control.

The jury was still out on whether it was a blessing, or a curse.

During sex, it definitely was a blessing in disguise, Percy thought with a grin, as he gently caressed the Tanaka's cute rear, taking care not to linger too close to her steamy cunt.

"Do you know why you are getting punished today, kitten?" He asked, pushing two of his fingers into her tight, pink asshole as his other hand spread her cheeks.

Drew bit her lower lip to stop herself from moaning at the feeling of Percy's rough, unlubed fingers stretching her virgin asshole. "Yes, Daddy. This is for bullying Piper and the others at Camp Half-Blood, and for being a bitch to you."

"Good girl."

He retreated his fingers, instead wrapping an arm around her waist and drawing her closer, holding the slutty Tanaka tightly.

Smack!

She whimpered as his hand came into contact with her tender, soft ass, harsh and unforgiving. "It hurts, Daddy!"

"Don't worry, kitten. It will be over in no time, okay?" He caressed her slightly pink asscheek gently, making her whimper and moan.

"Okay, Daddy. I'll try to be strong."

"Good girl. That's all I ask for."

Then, the Dark god spanked her again.

Drew bit her bruised lower lip hard enough to almost draw blood, trying to stop the lewd sounds building up in her throat from escaping her, her eyes watering slightly at the feeling of Percy's rough, unforgiving hand come into contact with her soft, sensitive bubble butt. She arched her back involuntarily, popping her cute, heart-shaped ass and swaying it slightly to silently beg him to continue his spanking, refusing to admit how good it felt to be spanked like a little girl by the Dark god.

"I'm sorry for being such a bad girl, Daddy."

Percy felt his lips curl at her words, as he raised her hand, bringing it down on her other asscheek. He took the moment to admire her bubble butt jiggling madly at the force of his hit, her pale, flawless porcelain skin already tinged slightly pink after one slap each on either asscheek.

Drew lurched forward with the force of the slap, closing her eyes to try and not orgasm and cry all at once. Nobody had even looked at her the wrong way for many years now, this was a new experience.

But it was with whom she wanted to be with for all eternity, and she found herself unable to complain.

"I've been such a slutty bitch, Daddy."

Percy drew his hand back, delivering another slap to her delicious rear, enjoying Drew's self depreciative words. He did not retract his hand immediately after the slap, instead groping her ass roughly, knowing full well that it made her ass sting. His rough fingers sank into her soft, fat asscheeks, her cool skin slowly becoming warm under his rough ministrations.

And Percy continued spanking the shit out of the once haughty daughter of Aphrodite.

Her ass jiggled and bounced with every hit, much to the Dark god's delight, her ass slowly turning red with every hit. He made sure to lavish both of her beautiful cheeks with equal attention, making her moan and mewl, taking care to give her enough time to insult herself after every slap.

The sound of skin on skin continued to reverberate through the room, smacking sounds as the Dark god continued to discipline the proud Tanaka like a wayward child, not helped by Drew's constant cries of "Daddy!" as she writhed in Percy's arms.

Her cute butt had assumed a tomato red colour after what had to be the fortieth slap he had dished out to her that night.

Tears were freely flowing down the Tanaka's cheeks, tears of pain as well as shame even as she smiled in ecstasy. Her make up had been ruined long ago, her mascara runny, black streaks down her flawless cheeks, smeared by her tears.

She had orgasmed from the spanking alone, and pussy juices trickled down her thighs at an unchecked rate, her cunt hot and sweltering in need. Her back hurt slightly from arching constantly, but it was drowned out by the pleasurable hurting in her rear, the skin stinging in the cold air, yet bringing her some of the most unbelievable pleasures she would ever experience.

Her tits were sore, from constantly swaying around during Percy's relentless spanking, every time she jerked forward with a slap on her cute butt, making her curse her mother for bestowing her such oversized, heavy tits filled with milk, even though she had been thanking Aphrodite for her chest just a few minutes prior. Despite all the curses thrown at her mother's way, Drew still denied that the soreness in her chest contributed to the quivering of her molten pussy walls, even if slightly. Milk continued to drip from her stiff nipples, making a small mess on the marble floor of Percy's room.

And to top it all of, Drew could not believe the sheer number of times she had moaned, calling Percy, 'Daddy' in the lewdest, sultriest voice she could muster.

Her pussy leaked another wave of juices at the thought of all the insults she had thrown at herself.

"Alright," Percy caressed her sore, red asscheeks gently. Despite his gentleness, the action still brought tears to her eyes, making her bite her lip to prevent moaning as she felt herself embark on another tiring trek to an orgasmic wonderland.

"What did we learn today, kitten?"

Despite his gentle words and caresses, the sore hurt in her ass, the excited quivering in her pussy and all the orgasmic fluids coating her thighs told Drew that he was anything but, not afraid of holding her down and dominating her brutally like a lustful beast. And the thought, both scared and excited her to no end, a confusing paradox that made her want to scream in frustration.

"To always listen to you, Daddy. To not be a bitch, to always obey whatever you say." Her lips trembled, her voice shaky and weak, a sliver of her need escaping into her words. "If I disobey you, I will be punished."

"Good girl. I think you deserve a treat for being such an obedient little girl, do you want a treat now? Or do you want it later, in front of the other girls?"

He flipped her around effortlessly, carefully seating her in his lap so that her tender behind was not hurt.... much. His arms wrapped around her slim waist, holding her close as the naked girl wiggled in his lap, getting as comfortable as she could.

Drew blushed at his words, refusing to meet his gaze.

"N-No, Daddy. Can I get my treat now, please?" She tried to sound innocent, adding to her allure as she looked up at him with wide doe eyes, jutting out her lower lip, ignoring the fact that the effect was somehow ruined by the black mascara running down her cheeks.

Percy tried to resist her charm, he really did, but it was a losing battle. Drawn in by her vixen charm, his dark, sea-green eyes stared into her innocent-looking, brown orbs, glistening with unshed tears from her stinging behind, before, inevitably, his eyes dipped down towards her heaving tits, barely inches away from his clothed chest. Even through all that, Drew had maintained some semblance of teasing, arching her back and leaning away from him so he could not get the pleasure of feeling her tits pressed up against him.

"Whatever you say, kitten." Percy kissed her nose, making the Asian girl blush.

That sweetness was all but gone in the next moment, as she was dropped unceremoniously like a sack of potatoes, landing uncomfortably with a yelp between Percy's legs.

"Great, then get to work, kitten."

Blushing slightly at the Dark god's softly spoken words, Drew obeyed, resting on her knees as she fiddled with Percy's belt buckle, trying to get at the reward she had been promised.

Her nimble fingers smoothly undid the metal buckle of Percy's leather belt, undoing the button in haste before smoothly drawing down the chain.

Drew gulped.

Faced with his navy blue boxers, the only thing between her and his cock, she looked up to find Percy leaning back slightly with a grin, like he was watching cartoons.

"Go on, kitten." He encouraged, raising his hips to allow her to slide off his jeans to his knees, allowing gravity to take them the rest of the way.

She felt her mouth water at the visible bulge in his boxers, knowing from memory about the massive, thick bitch breaker he carried around between his thighs.

Yeah, it had been her who had spied on him naked first, instigating her sisters to start creating 'merchandise' when they finally laid eyes upon the object of their dreams, naked as the day he was born, even more impressive than what any of them could have ever conjured even in their wildest fantasies.

She was not to blame for it getting out of hand. She put the blame on Jackson, after all, why did the sexy jerk have to be just so damn hot?

The scent hit her before she could do anything much, making her feel light-headed as she slipped off his boxers, almost on autopilot, her body running on its own, not that she would have done anything differently, her mind clouded with cloying lust, warm brown eyes glazed over.

Drew smacked her lips as one would upon feasting their eyes on a delicious meal, for this would most certainly be the best meal she would ever have.

Percy's oversized cock, erect and throbbing with need, arched towards her like a compass points north, barely inches from her wet, glistening lips. Precum glistened on his bulbous head, itself almost as large as her entire fist, matching the glistening of her saliva.

The scent was stronger than ever, making the daughter of Aphrodite feel drunk as she looked over the rest of his cock, like a devotee faithfully worships their god. The feeling was addictive, Percy's thick, veiny horsecock looked hotter than any other man could ever look. His cock alone made him better than the entire male population she had interacted with, and the thought messed up any and all restraint that she might have possessed, little that it might be.

Leaning forward, Drew placed a small, loving kiss on the tip of his cock, getting her lips covered in his precum and making Percy groan, the sound making her insides quiver pleasantly.

Her hot, wet tongue darted out to lick her lips clean, a fresh wave of fluids gushing from her sopping, exposed pussy at the addictive taste of his precum. If only his pre tasted that good, how would his cum taste?

"Your dick is so thick, Daddy!" She moaned sultrily, "How will I ever be able to take your cock?"

She closed her eyes as she pressed her face against his warm, throbbing meat, just enjoying the feeling of his hardness against her face. Her hands planted between her thighs to balance herself, sat on her heels, leaning forward to affectionately nuzzle Percy's cock.

Her closed eyes made everything so much better, his scent more intense, the pleasurable hurt in her butt more profound, the feeling of every ridge and vein of his cock against her face more pronounced.

"Don't worry, kitten. You'll be alright." Percy found himself saying as he rubbed his rough thumb over Drew's flawless cheek, his digit coming away with smeared black mascara.

Her eyes fluttered open, blood rushing to her cheeks in an adorable blush despite her position, as she realised that Percy had pulled his shirt off, leaving him as naked as her. She fell still, her face pressed against the warmth of Percy's cock as her brown eyes wandered over his well-toned abs and chiselled muscles, a drool-worthy torso desired after by almost all the goddesses on Olympus and the demigoddesses in both Camps, that looked like they had been carved out of marble by her mother herself. Beads of mercury like sweat rolled down his tanned, bronze skin.

Feeling Percy tugging impatiently at her hair, Drew complied his unspoken command, leaning back to place another loving kiss on his tip.

Percy's hold on her hair loosened slightly, allowing the daughter of Aphrodite to do as she liked, kissing and gently sucking on the sides of his thick, meat, peppering his cock with loving kisses and suckles.

Her pouty, pink lips trailed over his cock, feeling him throb and twitch beneath her lips as she lathered his cock with saliva, her taste buds singing in delight at the tangy taste of his meat, easily one of the best she had ever tasted.

She pressed another kiss to his tip, her tongue darting out to lap up more of the constant stream of delicious, clear precum leaking from his tip, before trailing down his thick cock, of a size she could only ever hope to take without dying of sensory overload, that promised to stretch her to her limits, to rearrange her body to suit it.

Her lips trailed along his thick, throbbing meat, her tongue lapping against his sensitive underside and sucking slightly on his cumduct, itself as large as the average godly dick. She resisted the temptation to leave a hickey on his dick, not knowing if it would hurt, instead continuing her gentle, almost worshipful ministrations on her owner's monster dick.

Drew trailed wet, loving kisses all along the length of his cock till her face nuzzled against his heavy balls, warm and full of potent cum she longed for, that made her wet pussy quiver in need and anticipation.

She allowed her tongue to run along his length, licking his cock like it was the most delicious thing she had ever tasted, feeling every ridge and vein of his cock underneath her tongue, trying to burn the contours of his cock, the feeling of his meat against her tongue, permanently into her brain.

Finally, Percy took control, pulling her to his cock and pressing his head against her lips.

Drew looked up at him at the forceful action, smiling slightly as she parted her lips, not giving away her need for his cock as she took his head into her warm, wet mouth, never breaking eye contact with the Dark god.

Percy groaned, throwing his head back as his knees weakened at the feeling of Drew's warm, wet lips around his sensitive cockhead, coupled with the sight of her brown eyes dancing with lustful mischief, staring up at him.

Feeling impatient thanks to her teasing, he bucked his hips, using his hold on her hair to pill her as close as she could, his crotch slamming against her bruised lips as his cock roughly violated her tight throat, forcing her to deepthroat him.

A sadistic grin tugged at his lips at her lack of a gag reflex, characteristic of Aphrodite parentage, and which allowed him to hilt himself in her throat in one go, his crotch pressed against her soft, bruised pink lips, his cock cutting off her air supply as it violated her tight throat, going almost all the way to her stomach. Her muscles contracted and spasmed around his cock, massaging his meat and trying to coax his load out of him, to dump litres of his thick cum in her stomach directly.

Percy held that position, relishing in the feeling of the bitchy Drew Tanaka reduced to a submissive, needy little slut at his feet, his thick cock nestled deep inside her tight throat. She helplessly lapped at the underside of his cock, trying to stimulate him as much as she could as she sucked on his cock, trying to put in all the deepthroating and blowjob skills her Aphrodite heritage bestowed her with, during her first time near a cock.

She felt like her lower jaw would come permanently unhinged if she kept this up, her throat bulged from Percy's thick, diamond-hard meat. Her pussy was a steamy mess, her aroused, warm fluids forming a glistening puddle around her crotch. Her sore ass hurt like hell, the tender, inflamed skin of her red bubble butt pressed uncomfortably against her ankles.

Her face slowly grew red from lack of air, slight tears appearing in her eyes as she slapped Percy's thighs, begging him to allow her to breathe. He barely budged.

And then, the Dark god started to move.

His cock left her throat, leaving only his head in her mouth. Despite the free airflow which her body took advantage of him, Tanaka could only manage disappointment that she needed to breathe, disappointment at being unable to carry out her Daddy's wish completely.

Her respite was short-lived, however, as Percy slammed his entire, thick horsecock back in moments later, barely allowing her to breathe before she was back to deepthroating his oversized man meat.

His hips thundered against her bruised lips with every thrust, as his diamond-hard, unyielding cock violated her throat with all the grace of a rampaging bull, his heavy balls slapping against her chin with every thrust.

The tears were flowing freely now, more of pleasure than pain, as Drew's fingers grazed across her fat pussy lips and feeling her wetness, her nectar gushing from her lower lips with every thrust of his hips.

Percy's cock twitched and throbbed in her throat, as he felt a familiar sensation build-up, surprising him slightly with how quick he came this time. His knees weakened, his toes curling slightly as he let his hold on Drew's head go.

She continued face fucking herself on his cock, saliva dribbling down her chin, her efforts revitalized by his impending climax. His cock throbbed and twitched in her throat, sending spikes of pleasure through her cunt.

This was not normal. Blowjobs weren't supposed to feel so good for the one doing it.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum, kitten. Don't use up all your treat at once."

Taking the hint, Drew obliged, giving a last, lingering suck on his slick, glistening cock before she let him go reluctantly, her taste buds immediately missing his orgasm-inducing taste on her tongue. Her thighs trembled, pink lips pouting involuntarily as she continued to press gentle, worshipful kisses on the length of his thick, wondrous dick as her hands wrapped around his length, furiously jerking him off, her soft palms sliding over his veiny, glistening saliva covered cock.

"Come on, Daddy. Cum all over your little girl, you like to see me covered with your thick, smelly cum? Cover me with your cum."

Percy groaned at her words, his hips bucking, continuing to fuck her small, soft hands. He snapped his fingers, summoning a gold cat bowl, with 'Drew' written on it in elaborate cursive.

"Here, kitten. For your treat."

"Thank you, Daddy!" Drew's words came out effortlessly, almost on autopilot as if she was built to say those words her whole life, as if just calling Percy Daddy completed her existence.

She took the bowl gratefully, not even blushing in embarrassment at the pet bowl she had been given, as she continued to stroke Percy's horsecock.

"Fuck, here I come!" Percy's eyes screwed shut, not being able to take Drew's words, coupled with her adorable face, brown eyes shining with excitement.

"Yes, cum for me, Daddy~" She moaned, aiming his cock at the bowl she had been given, feeling him throb in her hand as he came.

The first load of thick cum seemed to be endless, Percy's pleasured groans drowning out in the background as Drew stared at his cock transfixed, her mouth slightly open at the sheer amount of cum he dumped in his first shot.

It was enough to fill half of the bowl with his thick, creamy cum and he showed no signs of stopping anytime soon.

Percy continued to cum, looking like he was passing thick, white fluid and spurting rope after rope of pearly cum, filling her bowl completely to the brim in under half a minute, until it was overflowing. Drew, feeling the weight of the thick, cream-filled bowl in her hand and not wanting to waste a drop of the precious, hard-earned treat, carefully placed it on the ground, before she indulged herself, what she really wanted to do.

Her eyes fluttered shut as she aimed his still spurting cock towards herself, moaning wantonly as she was splattered with his cum. After a few moments, wanting to get her wonderful tits covered too, she aimed his spurting cock at her chest, moaning at the feeling of the thick, warm fluid covering her tits.

Drew gasped when the onslaught was finally over, feeling like it had gone on forever. A beautiful, orgasmic eternity, that the glistening puddle of juices between her thighs bore witness.

Her face was covered with a thick layer of white that made her look like she was wearing a mask, making her pale porcelain skin even paler. It was in her hair, making her normally silky black hair sticky, covering her pink, pouty lips in white. Her tits were covered with a similar layer of white, her areolas invisible, her stiff nipples visible as only two bumps in the glistening layer of white cum. She couldn't even spot the flecks of milk coating her tits, hidden in the gallons of thick cum covering her chest, which dripped from her nipples in thick, sticky globs. The fluid dripped to her thighs, coating her soft, milky flesh in globs of cum and flowing down her toned stomach.

Drew moaned as she licked her lips clean, mini orgasming at the taste of his seed, better than ambrosia and nectar and all the best foods in the world combined.

Just the feeling of having her entire upper body covered in what must have been litres of his thick, virile cum was such a turn on by itself, making Drew fear she would orgasm uncontrollably if she started eating all the cum that coated her, torn between wanting to wear his thick cum for the next week and eating as much of his seed as she could get.

Her eyes fluttered open, coming to rest on Percy's still erect, throbbing cock barely inches away from her lips. Whatever lust he might have lost after the blowjob, (he hadn't), had returned with a vengeance at the sight of Drew covered in his seed.

Drew surged forward, her pink lips again wrapping around his bulbous head as she sucked hard on his cock, trying to get all the cum she could get, ensuring that he was all cleaned up.

Percy felt himself grin as he patted the cum covered girl cleaning his cock, trying to manoeuvre with her lips around his cock as he nudged the slightly weighted, cum filled bowl to the centre of the marble floor with his foot. It was difficult, what with Drew following him, shuffling on her knees like an obedient pet with her lips wrapped around his cock, reluctant to ever let him leave her mouth until he filled her belly with his thick cum.

"Let go, kitten. Your treat is waiting."

Drew's eyes fluttered back open at his words, revealing those maddeningly innocent brown eyes of hers that had no business on a bully.

She let his cock go with a last, lingering suck, turning around to see the cum filled bowl she had all but forgotten about.

Her eyes widened as she obediently shuffled towards the bowl, her attention caught. "Thank you, Daddy!"

She stopped in front of the bowl, looking back at Percy with innocent eyes, cocking her head to the side in a cute manner as she spoke, "Daddy?"

"Hmm, kitten?"

"Will you let me have only your cum for meals everyday? Will you cover your kitten in your cum everyday?"

His cock gave a little twitch of agreement. "Whatever you want, kitten."

"Thank you, Daddy! I love you so much!"

With a maddening smile on her face, Drew turned around, getting on her hands and knees in the middle of the cold marble floor, bringing her face closer to the bowl and sniffing her food in true cat-like fashion.

Percy felt his cock twitch as he watched Drew bend over the bowl like an obedient bitch, ironically getting into doggy style before beginning to lap up her treat like a good little kitty.

He cocked his head to the side, not knowing if she was doing this genuinely or just to get into her role, but either way, he had to admit, watching Drew lap up his cum from a bowl, like a cat, was hot.

He watched as she swayed her hips, her inner thighs glistening from the fluids gushing from her hot, pink pussy as she swayed back and forth in her spot, sticking out her velvety, pink tongue to lap up his white cream.

Her tomato red ass, still bearing his handprint, signs of a rough, disciplinary spanking, swayed in the air like a delicious, juicy fruit, his hands still remembering the warmth of her smooth, soft flesh beneath his palms. Her unbelievably soft bubble butt jiggled from the slight swaying of her hips from side to side, making his mouth water as he watched her ass move like a starving, dark and dangerous predator watching a juicy doe prance around in front of its eyes.

"You enjoying your treat, kitten?" Percy spoke, standing between her legs.

Drew nodded frantically, slightly breathless. "Yes, Daddy!"

His eyebrow raised slightly at the blatant enthusiasm in her voice, Percy leaned down, placing a rough hand on her tender ass and spreading her sore asscheeks again.

His hungry eyes roamed over her tight looking, puckered pink asshole, making his cock twitch in anticipation. Her pink pussy, her supposedly virgin folds peeking out between her thighs looked equally as inviting. Spoiled for choice, Percy decided that he would take his time and go with whatever his body made him go with, after all, he would have all he wanted this night.

He leaned down, allowing his bulbous cockhead to press against her gushing pussy, allowing her to coat his cock thoroughly with her warm fluids.

"Which one do you want, kitten?" Percy asked in a predatory voice, making the daughter of Aphrodite shiver and moan, both at his voice that made her pussy quiver, and the feeling of him grinding his thick, veiny monster cock against her sopping wet cunt.

"Any, just please Daddy, fuck me." Her voice trailed off in a sultry moan.

She was feeling lightheaded, intoxicated and drunk, like she had been drugged. But that was impossible, godly blood flushed out all toxins.

No, she was high on something completely different. Something which she never wanted to be away from, which she did not regret. She was addicted to, high on, the feeling of Perseus fucking Jackson.

Any girl in her position would be.

His hips moved in long, deep strokes, teasing her in a torturous motion and making her whimper in need, all her pride turned to dust. His thick, strong cock throbbed and twitched against her greedy, wet virgin pussy that hungered for his cock for years, yet he refused to enter, content with grinding against her pussy. She felt every ridge and vein of his meat hyper defined against her sensitive folds, dragging her fat pussy lips every time he drew back, yet, yet, refusing to enter.

She felt his hands on her slim waist, feeling up every single curve of her sinful, erotic body, the only good thing she had had going on about her during her prolonged stay at Camp Half-Blood. She remembered the shivers that were sent up her spine every time she went jogging in tight yoga pants, and felt, more than knew, Percy watching her, more specifically, her firm bubble butt jiggling and bouncing as she ran. She should have been angry, felt insulted, but all that she had managed to muster was attraction, both physical and emotional, though the latter was never reciprocated.

He spread her asscheeks apart, kneading her soft flesh in his rough palms and making her moan as his callouses brushed up against her tender, inflamed skin. His fingers dug harshly into her sensitive, soft flesh as he bounced her asscheeks separately, judging how good her bubble butt was, for himself. She must have been good, because he continued to play with her ass for quite some time, before moving to the next step.

Seems like he had made a decision.

Percy placed his cockhead at her unbelievably tight looking asshole, his hand holding her still as he tried to enter her. He failed the first time, thanks to her tightness, before he tried again, resorting to his godly strength to try and pound the slutty demigoddess' rear.

Drew tried to help him, pushing her hips back, and making her ass push against his cock as she wiggled her hips, trying to tease the already frustrated Dark god even further with her sinful, delectable body.

The two moaned in surprise when Percy's head slipped into her ass, sliding in a few inches thanks to his slickness, her saliva acting as lube.

"Yes, Daddy, you like fucking my cute, tight little ass?" Drew moaned sultrily, feeling cum dribble past her lips as she pushed her ass needily against his crotch, wiggling her hips to slowly make his monstrous length enter her ass inch by inch, his thick girth stretching her out to her limits, straining her Aphrodite genes to its very limits. Her mind, already cloyed by the lustful influences of Percy's presence, intoxicated by the taste and smell of his cum, went blank, short-circuited and fried by the feeling of his warm, thick cock inside her.

Percy groaned as he pushed into Drew's tight, virgin ass, fought every step of the way by her tight, velvety walls that sucked him in greedily and pushed him out at the same time. It was only after four full minutes that Percy's crotch pressed against her warm, inflamed skin, his balls nestled against her dripping cunt, the ecstasy of taking Drew's anal virginity drawn out through Percy's reluctance to put too much force behind his first thrust. His breath came in short gasps and pants as he knelt on the marble floor behind the daughter of Aphrodite, his cock lodged thirteen inches deep inside her erotic body, catching his breath, lost in the lust and ecstasy that came with the position.

Drew mewled and moaned into her bowl of thick cum, her face half-buried in the creamy fluid as she felt Percy fully bury himself in her ass, not quite sure how his oversized horsecock fit inside her ass. It felt like someone has shoved an entire arm up her ass, rearranging her insides and in her intestines, and of course, it hurt like hell.

But a good hurt, truckloads of ecstasy slamming against her with every little throb of his thick meat, like waves crashing onto a shore during a tempest, that made her pussy quiver and gush in a chain of mind shattering orgasms.

"You good, kitten?" Percy asked, worried slightly as Drew fell limp on the floor, smearing the marble with cum, her body twitching occasionally. His worries were somewhat eased by the stream of warm, saccharine nectar she squirted all over his balls and thighs.

It was all Drew could do to mutter a weak assent of, 'Yes, Daddy. Fuck me, please.'

Her brown eyes had rolled into the back of her head, her lips parted as she gasped for breath, saliva glistening on her chin, cum still visible on her tongue.

Percy complied her request, hooking his arms through hers, pulling his arms back so as to restrain her, and putting his hands on the back of her head, getting into a classic position to fuck her from behind with her arms restrained.

He stood up, effortlessly lifting the almost catatonic daughter of Aphrodite with mostly his thick cock lodged deep inside her ass, preparing to fuck her to oblivion in this standing position.

And then he began to really move, drawing his hips back and forth at a blistering pace, no longer hindered by her tightness as he pounded the Tanaka to oblivion. His hips slammed against her sore, red ass painfully with every thrust, making her ass jiggle as she mini orgasmed with every thrust of his powerful hips. His balls slapped against her quivering cunt with every thrust, adding to the torturous stimulation she was experiencing at his hands as he continued to pound her at a frantic pace, intent on breeding her, on making her pregnant with his kids despite depositing his seed in her stomach.

His thick cock rammed against her ass with every thrust, rearranging her insides and making her toned stomach bulge obscenely with his sheer size. Her tongue lolled out of her mouth at the constant state of near orgasm she was in, the demigoddess only managing weak sounds of pleasure to urge Percy to go faster, to pound her harder.

His cock continued to ram against her ass, her velvety walls spasming around his length, clinging to every ridge and vein and trying to coax his load out of him, urging him to dump his load inside her. Her arms hurt slightly from the awkward position Percy had forced her into, her tits jiggling with every thrust. Her lower half was forced forward with every violent thrust of his hips against hers, her legs too weak in pleasure to hold her straight.

Passion altered time, and the couple continued their brutal fucking for half an hour, countless orgasms on Drew's behalf before Percy neared his explosive climax.

He groaned, letting her arms go in favour of groping her tits, ignoring the sticky cum coating her heavenly tits as he groped her shamelessly, feeling her nipple piercings, cold against his skin as he pinched her nipples, enjoying the squirt of warm milk that sprayed his hands.

Drew moaned sultrily as she felt her tits being played with, Percy acting like a horny teenager seeing boobs in front of them for the first time, though the thick meat making soup of her insides told her that he was a very experienced horny teenager.

She felt Percy's warm breath against her neck as he buried his face in the crook of her neck, breathing in her scent as he entered the last stretch. Her arms reached backwards, her nimble fingers entangling in his silky raven locks, slick with sweat. Her back pressed against his superior, muscle packed body, making her feel tiny and helpless, his chest and cheese grater abs slick and glistening with sweat underneath her smooth, flawless skin.

He thrust inside her with short, machine-gun thrusts, frantically trying to get himself off, using Drew as a sex toy.

Her body moved almost on autopilot, not needing her input to obey its owner's commands, her hips moving back against his to meet him mid thrust. The stinging pain of her sore, tomato red bubble butt slapping against his hard, toned muscles turned to pussy-melting pleasure, the ache of his fingers pinching her sensitive nipples adding to the ecstasy.

Her body moved like a pro, her Aphrodite heritage shining through as she writhed and fucked herself brutally on Percy's thick cock, trying her very best to pleasure her master.

"Fuck, I'm cumming, kitten!" His eyes screwed shut, feeling the damn dam approach breaking point.

"Inside me, Daddy! Dump your load in my ass!"

Drew shivered as another orgasm swept through her, feeling like she was staring right into a tsunami of pleasure with that single statement. She didn't know, but something told her that the size of Percy's loads would not decrease even after the gallons of cum he had given her, she was sure that her stomach would be bloated to a pregnant size with the litres of thick, creamy cum he was going to dump inside her, straight in her stomach.

But, she didn't care.

Drew Tanaka, the once-proud daughter of Aphrodite, had been reduced to a slutty little kitten.

Always hungry for more of her owner.

Chapter 63: Happy Halloween: Part 1

Time: Halloween, Idk which year

Percy did not regret it one bit.

What, you ask.

The sexy Primordial screaming her head off beside him, barely audible over the heavy metal he was blasting.

He didn't regret it one bit.

It would have been still somewhat normal, at least from an outsider's perspective, if it hadn't been for Percy's sexy-as-fuck ride.

And no, he wasn't talking about Nyx, though she was sexy-as-fuck, too.

No, he was talking about the car he was driving.

It was Halloween, Samhain, the night of the dead, whatever you wanted to call it. Tonight, the spirits of the deceased walked the Earth, the lines between the dead and the living thinned, and lost souls from the Fields of Asphodel could walk the Earth once again, searching for themselves once again, if only for a night.

But more than that, it marked the best festival for miles around, and Percy was in. Will and Nico were already waiting for him at the festival, held in the middle of Greenwich Village, Manhattan. They had already met Nyx, now they only had to meet his new ride.

Yeah, the ride he was boasting of so much.

He sat atop what looked like the product of a metalhead quadbike and a goth hotrod's crossbreeding beefed up on steroids, the central attraction of any goth/metalhead's wet dream, full of spikes, skulls and chains and other fun stuff.

There was no hood or windscreen, its top, a few feet from the ground, like a double seater quadbike, allowing the wind to buffet his face, messing up his raven hair, even more, its gentle hand caressing him, ruffling his clothes and cooling him down just a tad bit from the excitement.

The chassis was somewhere between a hot rod and a tank, with spikes going out from the sides like a reinforced zombie apocalypse vehicle, the metal going through the displayed skulls of different animals, bound together by thick, heavy chains that jingled and clanged. And on the front, forming the hood over the engine, was an enormous human cranium, made of metal, of course, and polished with ivory and sandpaper to give it a real bone feel. It had two rows of spikes going all along the skull, to make it look tougher, and the headlights were located in the orbit, where the eyes should have gone. The wheels, going where the mandible should have been, were also spiked in the sides, thick quadbike tires. Exhaust pipes emerged from the sides, sticking out of the back of the monstrosity like in a hotrod, occasionally belching flame, red, blue, green and purple.

Alright, he might have slipped something... not strictly mortal, but hey.

And whirring within the confines of the metal cranium was an assortment of engines and gadgets and parts that would have worked better as an execution/torture method, but somehow managed to power the unholy amalgamation, faster than a supercar and stronger than a riot van. It was controlled like a car, too, giving Percy a weird but awesome feeling as he gripped the steering wheel, designed to look like a ram skull, tightly, his foot never leaving the accelerator. It felt weird, because even though the chassis was that of a massive car, Percy felt like he was sitting on an oversized quadbike, what with all the wind and the exposed seats and controls, but it was controlled by a steering wheel. Leo had really outdone himself with this one.

Damn.

Nyx was sitting behind him, her arms wrapped around his midsection and clutching him tightly as Percy laughed at his own breakneck speed, zooming through the highway.

People, dressed in all sorts of colourful and garish costumes, stopped to look at the devil's own ride, the speed at which he was going preventing them from getting a better look.

Percy preferred it that way.

The evening was dry, if a tad bit cold. The dark night skies were aglow with flame and lights from the revelling mortals below, and for once, Percy could not complain about the lack of stars. The night was a new moon too, how fitting for the day of the dead. Cars thronged the highways, forcing Percy to weave through the traffic, his superb demigod reflexes showcased while he used the Mist to keep any unwanted officials from booking him for overspeeding.

And on top of it all, Behemoth blasted from the sound systems, the last missing piece.

"You having fun?" Percy asked, having to shout lightly to be heard over all the noise of his own making.

"Y-yeah." Nyx stuttered right in her ear, making him shiver as he felt her warm breath on his neck. They were going at a one twenty Kmph speed, this was not the time for being sexy, damn it!

"You good now?" He asked, not taking his eyes off the crowded road, his voice still higher than normal.

"Yeah!" She rested her face on his shoulder, nuzzling into his neck slightly from the cold as she enjoyed the breeze. Her curvy body sidled forward on the leather seat, pressing against Percy's back slightly, trying to get him to lose concentration.

The Dark god gritted his teeth, feeling the mischievous Primordial's soft thighs pressing against his waist, her tight grip giving way to soft, wandering hands that shamelessly groped his abs and felt up his chest.

Nyx blew into his ear, without a worry in the world, her soft, full lips parting to emit a sultry moan. She enjoyed the feeling of Percy stiffening up at the sound, and resisted the urge to take advantage of his state and finally cop a feel.

The sight of him fucking Aphrodite like a lustful monster, unaware of her presence, still burned forefront in her mind.

She allowed herself a laugh, a soft, melodic sound that relaxed Percy. Her arms still around him, she arched her back, facing the sky and revelling in the feeling of her domain, the wind making her long, silky dark hair fly behind her.

The night sky bore witness to the laughter of the mortals in the day of the dead, and despite never being attracted to the festivities in her billions of years of life, she found herself drawn to the strangely infectious joy in the cold air, catalyzed by the Dark god in front of her. A Dark god who had lived for what a second to her, yet a being whose presence was an unmissable, intoxicating and beautiful mountain to her psyche.

Percy would have done a stoppie when he arrived in front of Nico and Will, if only to appear cool, but his vehicle did not allow it. So, he had to stop the old fashioned way, panting slightly as he came down from the adrenaline high.

"Hey Neeks, Will." He greeted the two, extending an arm to help Nyx climb down as he sat atop his ride, gunning the engine.

"Hey Percy, Nyx." The two reciprocated, not even blinking an eye at the unexpected arrival of the Primordial of Night.

"Hey." She muttered softly, introverted as much as the son of Hades, standing off to the side. It had taken her quite some time to get used to the frivolity at Ogygia, and even then, she usually stayed at a slight distance from all the conversations.

Percy landed without a sound, even his six foot five frame dwarfed by the sheer size of the imposing vehicle he had just gotten off of.

Nico gave a muffled laugh when he felt himself getting pulled into a powerful hug, Percy's long arms wrapping around him and his boyfriend and pulling the two of them into Percy's broad chest. Taking advantage of the moment, the shy son of Hades took a deep breath, feeling his lungs filled with Percy's addictive scent, slightly diluted by Will's equally wonderful fragrance. He knew that Will was doing the same, too.

Nyx watched on, burning in jealousy as the two sniffed Percy's scent, something which only she was privy to, at least tonight.

Percy laughed as he broke the hug, the couple breaking reluctantly from him and standing together side by side, Nico with a slight blush on his cheeks. Will had a better time covering his emotions than the son of Hades.

Percy stood beside Nyx, a bright smile on his face as he looked over their costumes for one last time before the festival started.

He felt the Primordial press herself, almost needily, to his side, her slender arm hooking into his, staking her claim over him.

He smiled down at the goddess, taking in her costume with his dark sea-green eyes and making her blush as he checked her out. Nyx had her signature, almost skin-tight, flowing black dress, the dark silk glimmering slightly in all the flashing lights of the festival raging around them. She had a typical skull make up hiding her face, though, in Percy's definitely biased opinion, the dark ink only added to the Primordial's sinful beauty. Her darker-than-night hair, almost purple, flowed down past her shoulders in gentle curls, merging with her black silk dress. Her dress clung to every curve of her body, showing off her slim waist and wide childbearing hips, her toned stomach and drawing eyes to her delicious bubble butt. Her ruby lips were hidden behind black lipstick that she rocked, her onyx eyes shining up at him with barely concealed lust. He could almost make out the silver tint on her cheeks underneath the paint.

His eyes swivelled over to Nico and Will. While Will was dressed as a zombie medic, his blonde hair, speckled with flecks of red paint-blood, going well with his red and white uniform, a gross, blood-caked stethoscope hanging around his half-chewed neck, Nico was his usual emo self, in all black clothing, his only costume a white Ghostface mask. His black, raven hair, similar yet different to Percy's, stuck out beneath his oversized, black hoodie, the King of Ghosts feeling short surrounded by the two tall, smoking hot doms, and the meek little Primordial clinging to one of their's arm.

His arm hooked around Will's, Nico pressed himself to his side in an attempt to hide himself behind his more confident boyfriend, feeling shy under the gaze of his longtime crush. Will was better at disguising his thoughts, despite the pink tinging his cheeks at the memory of tattooing Percy's naked body, feeling up all his toned, firm muscles with his own hands.

He averted his blue eyes from Percy's gaze, no longer able to go toe to toe with the Dark god.

Percy looked down at himself, ensuring that nothing was amiss. He had been a soldier for as long as he could remember, so he was dressed like one, albeit a cool looking mortal army veteran, for tonight. He had a camouflage suit, complete with endless pockets and chambers and a backpack for trick or treating. A belt of real, live ammunition was slung to his side, a loaded Glock at his waist. The real things just added to the hilarity of cosplay, in his twisted opinion. The dog tags around his neck only added to the appeal, his raven hair now under a helmet, black stripes drawn on his cheeks.

Tonight, he was just another face, another name to forget, and he would make the most of not having duties and shit on his shoulders.

His arm through his favourite Primordial's, he followed Will and Nico through the crowds, heading straight to the procession of floats and carnival bric-a-brac, with a quick stop at a side stall to give themselves a couple of beers in hand, just to kick the evening off on a flier.

They weaved through the crowds of zombies, vampires, murderers and even a few furries with multicolour fur, marvelling at the sights and the sounds of the festival. They had to hand it to them- the mortals knew how to party.

Several floats were paraded down the main street, comical inflated zombies fighting plants (reference), humans painted as skeletons dancing, followed by a flurry of beautiful ladies who twirled and danced like birds, making Nyx draw Percy closer to her, clutching him possessively.

Percy laughed at that.

The shy Primordial was even invited to dance by one of the ladies, an offer she obviously refused as soon as she could, content with merely watching the procession. The four of them walked through the streets, stopping from time to time to play a game or to buy something at the numerous stalls lining the streets, set up solely for the occasion. Nobody gave them a second glance except a fleeting compliment on their costumes, waved away with a smile from their part.

Percy, for his part, never knew that a double date could go so smoothly, though that might have been because he was biased towards Nico, and by extension, Will, who was his son in law (at least to be), technically.

Nyx was open-mouthed at all the frivolous festivities, something which she had never witnessed, sweeter than the grandest, the wildest fests of Olympus or Ancient Greece. Her arm tightened around Percy's, seeking the sensation of anchorage and protection that always came with the Dark god, in this sea of emotions and laughter, of mankind, where it was so easy to get lost, especially for an immortal.

Percy smiled down at her, his eyes shining with humour at how the all-powerful Primordial had not let go of his arm for a single minute. He was beginning to lose feeling in his fingers.

He craned his neck slightly, easily looking over the sea of heads, searching for the telltale golden blonde of Will's hair, easily spotting it.

"Will! We are going off to the metal concert in half an hour! Meet us in front of the bar!" He called, letting the gay couple go off to do their own thing as he guided Nyx to the side, to catch their breath.

"Woah, I never knew this could get so crazy." Were her first words when the two escaped the crowds, standing on the sidewalk a short distance away, breathing heavily.

Nyx finally let go of Percy's arm, instead content with holding his hand as he laughed. "You haven't seen the worst yet, then."

He leaned against the wall, looking down at her, crossing his arms over his chest as a small smile played on his lips, not even bothering to hide his blatant ogling as his eyes wandered all over her curvy body.

"What's the worst bit, then?" Nyx stuttered out, blushing slightly from the attention she was receiving. The eyes which could melt any female with a glance were looking at her in endless predatory hunger, and it was the most arousing feeling the Primordial had ever felt.

Percy smiled down predatorily at her, swooping her in for a hug and pinning her to the wall, his arm around his waist, holding her up with only his knee between her thighs, stretching her silky, black dress.

"P-Percy, we're in public..." Nyx gave out a slight moan at his forceful actions, blushing bright silver at the looks thrown their way by the people exiting or entering the bar, beside which they stood.

"So what?" He asked, his voice husky and arousing as he leaned in even closer, allowing his warm breath to tickle her face. His eyes roamed over her painted face, tracing the lines replicating an elaborate skull on her pale, ivory skin. Her skin looked inviting to him, soft, smooth and delicious, glistening with slight sweat. He could almost feel her heart beating loudly against her ribs, her jugular vein pulsing in her neck, pumping silver ichor all through her veins.

His eyes dipped down towards her chest, making Nyx blush as the Dark god stared at her tits, almost undressing her mentally with his eyes. Despite her embarrassment, she found herself unable to protest, or resist in any way. Her fists tugged needily at his collar, pulling him even closer, until his lips were at a hair's breadth from her's, so tantalizingly close that Nyx could taste his delicious lips so hers.

"So, what is so crazy that it beats this?" She whispered against his lips, making him smirk deviously.

"You haven't ever been to a black metal concert, have you?"

"Damn, you were right, this is crazy." Nyx had to shout in Percy's ear only to be heard over the weird mortal screaming on the stage.

"I couldn't guess." His sarcasm was as thick as ever, making Will laugh. Both Percy and Nico were part of the enthusiastic crowd headbanging to the unintelligible screaming, leaving the son of Asteria with Nyx, behind to laugh at their boyfriends' black metal induced craze.

"How do their heads not come off?" Will asked, his voice conveying genuine wonder as he watched the two, one of hundreds headbanging to the screeching, which was far from music as could be. He didn't know, his mother wasn't the goddess of music.

And yes, he could be sassy, too.

It was two hours later, and a lot of beers and badass, darker than Hades black metal screaming later, that Will clambered up on the ride Percy and Nyx had come in, Nico following him effortlessly, his actions slightly hampered by his low alcohol tolerance.

"Alright, Will. Here are the keys." Percy tossed him the keys. "Be careful of overspeeding, it goes quite fast. I'm not quite ready to have you in Hades' realm yet. I'll be around to pick it up later, see you around."

"Great, we owe you one, Perce!" Will called out, his blue eyes shining in excitement as he caught the keys. Nico buried his face in his boyfriend's neck, moaning tiredly, his words slurred slightly from all the beer, "Shee youuu laaatiirrr, Pesshy."

The Dark god smirked, wondering how Bianca would react if she ever saw her brother's current state. It was great that she was in Elysium, but that also meant that she couldn't be there with them that night. Tch.

Percy's jaw tightened slightly when he remembered the reason why she actually couldn't be with them.

"Bye, Nico." He waved after them, ignoring the smog and flame ejected from the exhaust pipes as the two sped away.

He looked up, smiling slightly to himself. There was no moon, nor stars to tell him the time, but he didn't need to know. He closed his eyes, a tired sigh escaping from his lips, just enjoying the feeling of standing there, another drop in the ocean of humanity, ignorant and carefree.

A small, soft hand wrapped around his, making him look down again, a genuine smile curling on his lips as he looked at Nyx's worried expression. "What happened, Percy?"

He gave her hand a gentle, reassuring squeeze. "Nothing, beautiful. Just reminiscing."

Her cheeks flushed silver at the nickname, but she did not get distracted. "You can let it out, you know? If not to me, there are twenty others."

"It's cute that you care so much, Nyx, but we have to go now, alright?"

She nodded at him, burying her heated face in his shoulder at the smile he threw at her.

Percy raised an eyebrow at the familiar sensation of flashing away, wondering where Nyx was taking them to.

"Where is this?" He spoke, his voice more curious than anything as he looked around the posh room they were in.

There were luxurious looking sofas, of cream-coloured velvet, surrounding a glass table on one side. Opposite to it, was a massive television screen, similar in size to the one in Percy's gaming set up, with a long shelf beneath it. His somewhat dirty combat boots seemed to be clean, sinking a few inches into the soft, posh leather carpet that covered the floor. A few paintings of gardens and shit hung on the walls of the windowless room.

"Where are we?" Percy repeated at Nyx's silence, a bit of awe leaking into his voice at the rejuvenating feeling he experienced.

"The Mansion of Night, Tartarus." She muttered, not knowing what Percy's reaction would be.

He let out a low whistle at the mansion, a far cry from the old fashioned palace he had expected. "Missed this during the last tour."

He could almost feel the Primordial's cheeks burning against his shirt.

"Can we stay here for tonight? I want to have you all to myself, at least for tonight." She muttered, feeling ashamed of her need.

"Yes, we can, princess," Percy answered, his voice soft as he looked down at the most beautiful feature of the Mansion of Night, Night herself.

"Do you mind changing for a bit? I want a last dance before we have to go back." Nyx tried to push her luck, feeling slightly nervous about Percy's reply to her repeated requests. Her onyx eyes looked up at him, pleading.

Percy felt a grin tug at his lips as the paint on Nyx's face melted away, showing her silver cheeks as she looked up at him. He followed her lead, his costume melting into an all-black suit from his wardrobe, that had her squealing in delight.

"Thank you!" She repeated over and over again, clapping her hands. Music began to play from somewhere, slow romantic music that suited a romantic dance. This was a far cry from what Percy preferred, but he allowed it, after all, Nyx had had to tolerate hours of the sort of hardcore black metal he actually liked.

"May I have this dance, my lady?" He asked softly, bowing towards her like a gentleman with his hand outstretched for her to take.

"You may." She smiled at him as she took his hand, yelping when she was pulled in by the Dark god. He held her waist, his hand not leaving hers as he clutched her to his body possessively, his face a hair's breadth from hers.

"Eager, aren't we?" The smile never left her face, only turning mischievous as Percy smiled down at her.

"Perhaps. Perhaps not." He spoke cryptically, before making the Primordial yelp again as he twirled her.

The two thus engaged in a dance, switching randomly from a waltz to a gentle swaying, just enjoying the other's presence as they danced.

Nyx stepped closer to Percy, closer than she already was, no longer able to resist the urge to press a gentle kiss on his lips, drawing away before he could get over his shock, let alone respond.

He blinked a few times, being met with a smiling Nyx, her eyes shining with hilarity at the look on his face.

"Oh, you think it's funny, do you?" He asked, pulling her as close as he could, his arms wrapped around her waist and drawing her curvy body closer to him.

"Yeah, I do." She stifled the giggles building up in the back of her throat, "In fact, let me show what else I find funny."

And then she leaned in for another kiss, her eyes fluttering shut as she took in the addictive feeling of making out with the Dark god. Their lips moved in sync, his body clutching her possessively as her arms wrapped around her neck, drawing him in closer, intent on never letting go. His scent in her nostrils, addictive and intoxicating.

Percy's hands wandered down her body, cupping her bubble butt in his hand, doing what he had wanted to do all evening. Just sending long glances at her butt did not do it justice.

Nyx shivered as Percy played with her ass, his hands groping her shamelessly through the thin black silk of her dress, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he kissed her ferociously, with enough passion to dominate the kiss, pushing her head back and making her feel helpless.

Nyx snapped her fingers, shocking Percy and making him break the kiss.

"........" He was wordless, his dark eyes unable to leave her body, clad only in a silk black bra and panties, a stark contrast against her pale, smooth skin.

Nyx giggled at his expression, doing a pirouette and allowing him to enjoy the sight of her bubble butt, exposed but for her black panties, so easy to rip. "See something you like?"

Percy was still wordless as he caught the practically naked Primordial, his eyes never leaving her pale skin, staring at her chest as he trapped her, his arms going around her waist. Nyx was still laughing, feeling giddier than she had ever had, enjoying this newfound feeling of freedom.

"The dance is not over yet, lover boy!" She called out, dragging Percy to the middle of the room as the two continued to twirl and sway, dancing into the Tartarean night.

Nyx laughed, carefree, as if losing her dress had finally freed her of all her shackles. Percy allowed himself a small smile, her joy infectious as he watched the naked Primordial dance, trying not to stare too long, or too hard at her naked body.

He tried not to think about her skin, soft and smooth and cool against his, or his lips, delicious and soft against his. He tried not to lose his clothes, too, if only to feel her skin directly against his.

It was very difficult.

As his dark sea-green eyes, shining with joy, followed the Primordial, in only her underwear, dancing in front of him without a care in the world, Percy could muster up one thought.

This had been a really happy Halloween, indeed.

Chapter 64: Happy Halloween: Part 2

Time: Same Time

Nyx straddled Percy on the sofa, kissing him feverishly, her fists clutching needily at the teasingly thin vest he was wearing.

Seeing her lose her dress, he had followed suit sometime in the night, leaving him in only his pair of navy blue boxers and a thin, almost skin-tight white cotton vest.

She could feel the warmth of his diamond-hard abs, his broad, muscle packed chest gently rising and falling in rhythm with his breaths, and it sent her crazy.

Her hips bucked towards his crotch, her lips never leaving his, ignoring her need for air in favour of the much more addictive taste of his lips. Their lips moved in sync, locked in a hot, steamy kiss as their tongues engaged in a battle for dominance, which Percy won without even putting in an effort.

His hands glided along the sides of her smooth, curvy body, his fingers feeling her slim stomach give way to the gentle swell of her hips, ghosting over the soft, black silk of her panties to stroke her thighs.

Nyx gave a small moan into his lips, making his cock throb painfully in its suffocating, fabric constraints. He felt her warm, soft body pressing against his.

He broke the kiss with great reluctance, choosing instead to stare into her endless onyx eyes, shining with emotion, glazed over with lust. His eyes inevitably dipped down to stare at her delicious cleavage, her black silk bra only adding to the beauty of her pale, flawless milky skin. Her tits were mashed against his chest, the layers of fabric doing nothing to hide the hardness of her stiff nipples pressed against his chest.

His eyes flitted back to her face at the sight of her teeth sinking into the delicious ruby flesh of her lower lip, her onyx orbs staring at him with pure, unadulterated need.

His arms wrapped around her waist of their own volition, holding her as close to his body as he could as she laughed, breaking the peace of the moment and leaning back, moving her hand through her long raven hair in a sexy gesture.

He allowed his eyes to roam over her features shamelessly, drinking in the sexiness of Night in all her glory.

Her laugh was like the sound of twinkling bells, her eyes shining brighter than any star in the pitch-black night sky. Her long, raven hair fell in a gentle cascade of soft silk till her equally gorgeous bubble butt. Her ruby lips, slightly swollen with the passion of his kisses, so delicious and sexy.

Her eyes conveyed an unspoken request, the Primordial too shy to ask him outright.

Percy felt a grin tug at his lips.

"Can you undress me, love?" He asked, his voice soft and gentle, his words soothing, his roaming thoughts anything but.

"Yes, Master." Nyx breathed out equally softly, partly in relief that her Percy did not think she was a kinky slut, her hands already tugging at his vest, pulling it over his head with some effort. Her nimble fingers grazed his skin teasingly as she lifted his shirt over his chest, her onyx eyes stuck to the perfectly tanned skin of his abdomen being revealed in front of her like a delectable Christmas present.

He had to remove his hands from her waist to allow her to pull the cloth off, much to her disappointment. She was quite liking the feeling of his wrapping his arms around her possessively.

Nyx rested her hands on his chest the moment she was done with his slightly sweaty vest, feeling the warmth of his heart beating through his chest. A silver blush crept up to her cheeks as she stared down at the grin on her lover's face, feeling pleasantly uncomfortable as his hardness pressed against her clothed crotch.

"You did not think your job was done, did you?" Percy asked, bucking his still clothed hips up towards her in a silent reminder.

He enjoyed the bright silver blush on her cheeks, as the Primordial averted her eyes submissively, not speaking a word as she raised her hips.

Reaching down, the Primordial hooked her nimble fingers through the waistband of his boxers, gently tugging them down to his knees for gravity to do the rest of the work. Her eyes were screwed shut in mortifying embarrassment, her breathing heavy as she felt his thick cock brush up against the sensitive insides of her thighs.

She could not sneak a peek at the object of her dreams, plaguing her for many nights and making her wake up in damp sheets and messy, soaked panties. Her mind did not help, only conjuring flashes of her memory, her spying on the two as he pounded a goddess of Aphrodite's reputation into a gibberish mess, owning her at the thing she did best.

Percy was having too much fun teasing the goddess to stop then, laughing silently as he pulled her forcefully onto his lap again, despite her weak resistance.

"Eep!" Nyx let out a cute squeak, her back straightening as she sat gingerly in Percy's lap, ichor rushing to her face to paint her cheeks a bright silver. She felt his cock, long and thick and strong, as large as her entire arm, pressed against her sensitive, virgin folds, throbbing against her thighs, warm and veiny.

She wasn't given a chance to react as Percy pulled her in for another kiss, making her body tingle in alien ways as she squirmed in his lap, trying to ignore the feeling of his oversized cunt-destroyer.

"You're so wet," Percy whispered against her lips when they broke the kiss a few minutes later, making the Primordial blush when she realised that her panties were soaked through.

He snapped his fingers, making her underwear, which had teased him for the last two hours, finally disappear.

Nyx yelped when she felt her underwear give way to nothingness, her arms immediately coming up to cover her modesty from Percy's wandering eyes, more from reflex than any actual intention.

She struggled when Percy restrained her arms behind her back, unable to free herself from his iron grip despite her best attempts, writhing and squirming in his lap. His cock throbbed and twitched against her sensitive cunt, now able to fully feel the warm wetness of her sopping cunt with no annoying cloth separating him from her sex. Her warm nectar gushed from her pussy, coating his cock as she squirmed, unintentionally grinding her cunt all along the length of his cock and lubing his veiny length with her juices.

"M-Master, p-please." She whimpered, unable to meet his eyes when she finally calmed down, ceasing her futile struggles.

"Do you not want me to see you, night?"

"N-no, it's not that..... I-It's just embarrassing." She admitted, leaning closer to him in need. Shivering as she felt the warmth of his body, his diamond-hard muscles pressed against her smooth, cool skin, the soft, creamy flesh of her sinful, erotic tits mashed against his broad, muscle packed chest. Ichor rushed to her face when she felt her stiff nipples brush against his skin, making her smother a moan in the back of her throat.

"You're very sexy, my beautiful night. There's nothing to be embarrassed of, not in front of your Master. I own you, don't I?"

"Y-yes, Master." Gaining a sudden boost of confidence, she nuzzled his cheek affectionately the same way a faithful dog would. "I am yours. You own my mind, body and soul."

She was an all-powerful Primordial, one of the first beings in existence. He was just a random Dark god, not even half a decade into immortality. And yet, he made her feel things no one ever did, made her feel weak and needy with his power. There were a lot of powerful beings, including herself, but he was different, he was a dominant alpha, making her feel like she lived only to serve him. If she had to crawl on her knees behind him like an obedient bitch in the middle of Olympus, if she had to kiss her Master's feet in front of the entire population of Olympus, she would still be better, more confident and more dignified than all of the people there.

The thought only drew her to him like a butterfly to a flower, and Nyx found herself unable to complain as the Dark god caressed the naked skin of her slim waist with his rough fingers, leaving trails of blazing, lustful flame in his wake.

Nyx moaned, no longer resisting his advances, her body traitorous, her mind submissive. Her hips moved of their own accord, almost like a graceful dance as she ground her cunt on Percy's throbbing horsecock, feeling his veiny length lubed up, slick with her warm fluids.

Percy moaned at her actions, bringing a small smile to her face at her Master's vocal compliment, prompting her to speed up the sensuous movement of her hips.

"F-fuck, little night," Percy gasped as she squeezed her thighs together, essentially giving him a thighjob as his slick cock slid between her soft flesh.

Nyx had a mischievous grin on her face at Percy's reactions, enjoying the way he answered to her body's inadvertent movements with lust, and nothing but lust.

His dark sea-green eyes, potent enough to make panties soak through with just an intense gaze, watched her tits bounce up and down as she moved her hips, her soft flesh jiggling. Her stiff, cherry red nipples stood out from her milky, flawless skin, making his lips water as he imagined sucking on them, hugging his face between her heavenly D-cup tits.

His arms finally brought her under control, wrapping around her waist to clutch the uncontrollably giggling Primordial to his body. That in itself was a delicious feeling, the warm softness of her tits pressing against his chest, her toned stomach rubbing against his cheese grater abs, her dripping cunt pressed against his cock. The beautiful sound of her laughter right in his ear was only the cherry on top.

"You seem to very eager, my beautiful little night. I think you need to learn control." He whispered in her ear, bringing an end to her laughter as a lustful shiver ran up her spine, her pussy tingling and gushing more of her aroused nectar, straight onto Percy's throbbing man meat.

He sighed, leaning back on the sofa, letting his arms leave their restraining position on her waist, instead helping to make himself more comfortable on her sofas.

"Master?" Nyx watched his leisurely actions with curious, slightly nervous onyx eyes as he reclined on the comfortable velvet. Her thighs quivered and trembled in arousal, the mere throbbing of Percy's horsecock against her pussy enough to bring her to the edge of her orgasm. No matter how much her body wanted to continue to move against his, she resisted, seeing the tiredness in his eyes.

"Percy?" She repeated, slightly more serious when he didn't respond immediately.

He smiled reassuringly down at her, even reclining lazily, he was still almost a head taller than her, and Nyx was sitting straight on his lap. "It's cute that you care so much, little night, but I'm just a tad bit tired from this evening and all the dancing."

"If you don't want, we can skip the sex and go straight to cuddling." She spoke, concern leaking into her voice as she laid her palms on Percy's chest, looking up at him with undisguised need.

He smirked at her in response. "Why? You chicken? Don't think you can handle it?"

"I was just being caring, Jackson!" Nyx whined, beating on his chest lightly with her fists. "No need to be so mean!"

His arms came back down on her waist, clutching her body tightly as he kissed her, silencing the Primordial's rant and shocking her slightly with the suddenness of his actions. Despite her best attempts, she couldn't help her body relaxing immediately, melting in the warmth of his muscular, smoking hot body.

"Percy...." She couldn't help the moan that escaped her lips, her hands coming up to entangle in his silky, black hair, tugging needily as he trailed gentle, wet kisses along her jaw. His arms wrapped around her body tightly, like iron restraints as she pressed against him in need, enjoying the feeling of his sharp teeth on her flawless skin as she moaned and writhed, her body slick with sweat, rubbing up against his equally naked body.

The heat in her core increased, her hips resuming their desperate back and forth, sawing motion on Percy's thick horsecock, her thighs squeezing and giving his slick cock a thighjob, too, as Percy left a few hickeys on her neck, staking his claim over her body.

The Dark god groaned against her soft skin as he pressed his face into her face, feeling her pulse against his skin, her thighs soft and luscious as they sandwiched his throbbing cock, making him only crave more, always craving more.

He latched onto Nyx's left collarbone, sucking on her soft skin and determined to leave a permanent bruise. His teeth sank ferociously into her soft flesh, threatening to break her skin but that only seemed to revitalize Nyx's moans, her grinding becoming more frenzied as she neared her orgasm from the dual assault of his lips on her sensitive collar bones, and thick cock pressing against her sensitive cunt.

"M-Master~" Nyx moaned weakly as Percy continued his ministrations, making her feel weak and helpless in his hands, like moist clay, allowing him to mould her into his ideal pet.

"Good girl." He complimented her for no reason, making her beam at the praise, her bubble butt wagging on its own, like an overexcited dog's. "Can you do some work for Master?"

"Yes, Master!" She nodded feverishly, eager to please him, all her pride and will already crushed by mere words and fleeting touches.

She shivered as he ran a single finger along her waist, tracing the gorgeous 'v' formed by her hip bones, before trailing up along her toned stomach, and tracing the lines of her lithe, toned muscles.

"Great. Then, I expect you to impress me. You may begin."

"Thank you, Master." She spoke submissively, looking down like an obedient slut should, before shifting her hips so that she could crawl up his body.

"Would you like to suck on my tits, Master?" She asked innocently, smiling internally when she felt Percy's cock give a little twitch against her thigh in response to her words.

A smile tugged at Percy's lips at her devious words as he stared into the Primordial's onyx eyes. "You know how much I would like to."

He broke eye contact, his dark sea-green eyes, like any hot-blooded male, dipping down to stare at her hypnotically swaying tits, her cherry nipples looking incredibly delicious as she inched ever closer to his lips.

Nyx closed the distance between her tits and his lips as she leaned in, her arms wrapping around his head to hold him in place, almost suffocating him between her massive D-cup tits.

Percy laughed as she hugged his face between her tits, feeling the warmth of her chest against his face and breathing in her fragrance.

He pried his head away from her chest with some effort, laughing internally as he finally latched around her right nipple.

The reaction was immediate.

Nyx threw her head back, moaning wantonly as she came undone almost immediately, her hips bucking against his crotch as she orgasmed. Her thighs trembled, her pussy gushing against Percy's thick cock, throbbing against her virgin folds. Percy's arms wrapped around her slim waist, restraining her somewhat as she climaxed, her back arching and toes curling in pleasure.

"Mm~" Percy moaned into her sensitive nipple, adding to the pleasure she was feeling and making her pussy tingle in ecstasy. His tongue swirled around her pink areolas, lathering her sensitive nipple with saliva as he sucked on her heaving tits, with all the need his endless lust provided him.

Nyx trembled in ecstasy when his sharp teeth grazed her sensitive flesh, a grin tugging at Percy's lips at her reactions as she continued to squirm and writhe in pleasure from his torturous actions.

Percy parted from her nipple when the need to breathe became too much, gasping as he let her flesh leave the warm, wet cavern of his mouth, leaving her sensitive nub glistening in the cold air of the Mansion of Night.

Percy wasn't done, though, as he nuzzled his face affectionately on her tits, feeling the wetness of her saliva covered nipple rubbing against his cheek as he buried his face in the warm sea of, soft, heavenly cloudy flesh of the Primordial's tits.

Even without her bra, her tits did not lose even a single bit of their delicious perkiness, firm, round globes of soft, milky flesh, her pale flawless skin only interrupted by two sensitive bumps of her cherry-red nipples.

Percy decided he had had enough of admiring her chest with his eyes, and so, he dove back in, lavishing her other breast with his attention this time.

Nyx moaned, throwing her head back as she stroked his hair, her fingers entangling in his dark, silky strands, encouraging him to suck harder.

His hands did not remain idle during this entire time, never stopping their sensuous caressing of his lover's body, working their magic to bring her ever closer to an explosive orgasm.

His hands groped her bubble butt, his fingers squeezing and molesting her ass shamelessly, digging into her soft flesh harshly and leaving red marks on her pape, flawless skin. His fingers ran up her crack, before spreading her firm asscheeks apart to reveal her tight, puckered asshole. His cock throbbed and twitched as he sandwiched his thick meat between her soft cheeks, massaging his cock with her soft flesh and making both of them moan as Nyx felt his cock throbbing against her asshole.

"You like sucking on my tits, Master? You love using my ass to get yourself off?" The words tumbled out of Nyx's mouth, getting herself off more than her Master. "Do you want to fuck my cunt with your thick cock in front of everybody? Do you want me to suck your dick and follow you around naked, on my knees like an obedient bitch? Just say the word, Master, and I'll be yours forever and ever."

Percy did not respond, knowing that the lustful vigour with which he was sucking on her tits would convey the message.

Nyx's thighs quivered as she felt him nibble on her sensitive nipple, his sharp teeth sending her over the edge as her pussy spasmed in another orgasm. Her eyes screwed shut, body locked in ecstasy as she let out a soft moan, her swollen lips glistening with saliva, parted to let her pleasure be known.

"M-Master, I-I love you~" She whispered as if she was telling him the biggest secret of her immortal life as a Primordial, which it very well might have been.

"I love you, too, little night." Percy let her tits leave his mouth as he stole another kiss from the embarrassed Primordial, staring deep into her onyx eyes as the world faded out of existence. One of his hands cupped her cheek while the other tightened its grip on her asscheek, holding her close to his body.

Percy laughed at the cute yelp that escaped Nyx when he bucked his hips, causing her to fall forward. The sound was muffled by her tits, his face sandwiched between her wondrous globes of milky flesh.

She squeaked, scrambling backwards in embarrassment but unable to move too many thanks to Percy's arms maintaining their restraining grip on her waist.

She turned her eyes away from him, unable to meet his gaze, let alone speak in mortifying embarrassment, her cheeks painted a bright shade of silver.

She just sat there soaking in the comfortable silence that interrupted their passionate foreplay, allowing her to catch her breath and regain whatever energy she had lost after the two surprisingly quick orgasms.

"Aren't you going to do anything else, little night?" Percy asked softly, jerking her out of the pleasant reverie and bringing a sultry, mischievous smirk on her face as she arched her back, offering Percy a lewd look that conveyed her need for him.

He missed the look completely, his eyes occupied with the eyeful of gorgeous tits the Primordial treated him to. His dark sea-green eyes locked onto her glistening, stiff cherry nipples as she inched her hips downwards, taking care to tease his throbbing cock with her soft thighs on the way down.

She shook her chest from side to side, allowing her massive D-cup tits to jiggle and sway hypnotically from side to side, her hips swaying likewise and keeping Percy's complete attention as she lowered herself to the floor.

Nyx broke her sensuous, slow dance when her face came to Percy's chest level, allowing her to satisfy her longtime desire to kiss his chest, dragging her lips along Percy's toned, diamond-hard muscles and leaving the occasional hickey on his chest as she trailed downwards. Nyx took extra time to lovingly peck every single one of his abs, licking every single one of the innumerable scars that littered his abdomen, feeling slightly sad for what the Dark god had to go through.

"You're such a slutty Primordial...." The grin was almost audible in Percy's words as Nyx made herself comfortable between his legs, her hands on his thighs as she stared down at his cock, erect and throbbing, pointing eagerly straight towards her face.

"Perhaps." She shot him a smile to match, before returning her gaze to the object of her affections.

Her hand wrapped around the base of his thick cock, feeling him twitch and throb in tandem with his heart in response to her soft touch, noting how her hand did not wrap around the girth of his cock completely. His bulbous head, almost as large as her fist, glistened with precum and her own fluids, looking like the most delicious thing she would ever taste.

She shot Percy a shy look that only served to madden him further, making him resist the urge to take her and fuck her throat. No, Nyx needed this time in charge, no matter how submissive she was. She needed to see that he trusted her as much as she trusted him.

Nyx stuck out her hot, pink little tongue gingerly, licking all along the length of Percy's cock in a single, erotic motion, never breaking eye contact with the Dark god.

Suffice to say, she was addicted.

Her taste buds exploded in ecstasy as her pussy quivered, her mind going blank at the taste of his cock, slightly diluted by her own fluids coating his thick meat.

With renewed vigour, the Primordial kissed and licked his cock, worshipping her new owner with her soft, pouty lips and memorizing every contour and vein of his oversized dick, committing them to her memory. His heavy, musky scent filled her nostrils with every breath she took, a potent aphrodisiac in itself, making her pussy ever so wet and aroused.

Nyx kissed along the bottom of his cock, sucking slightly along his cumduct, before she buried her face in his sac, heavy with what seemed like gallons of potent cum. The scent was strongest here, an addictive fragrance emanating straight from his sex, like a sort of drug.

She went back to the bulbous head of his cock, dragging her tongue all along the veiny length of his meat like it was a tasty popsicle, before placing a gentle, loving kiss on his leaking slit. She felt her ruby lips get smeared with the warm, clear fluid, and her tongue immediately darted out to clean her lips, tasting his precum.

With every lustful lick, taste and kiss, she was only falling deeper in deeper in the trap that was Percy Jackson, her body getting addicted to the feeling of him, to every single bit of his dark, sinful allure.

Her lips formed an airtight seal around the head of his cock, her tongue swirling around his head and tasting every inch of him as Nyx greedily swallowed the steady stream of precum he was leaking with lewd, audible gulps.

Nyx forced herself to swallow more of his cock, allowing his thick, diamond-hard cock to slide deeper in her tight throat, her muscles massaging his cock and resisting it every step of the way.

She choked and gagged on his length as he hit the back of her throat, tears coming to her eyes as she held the position, allowing herself to get used to the feeling of deepthroating thick man meat. Tears rolled down her flawless cheeks as she forced herself to go deeper, sliding a few more inches deeper into her throat.

She hit another pitstop, the progress slow as she allowed herself to rest some more. Taking the opportunity, she looked up, meeting Percy's piercing dark sea green shining in mirth and arousal at her suffering. Yet, she found herself only aroused by his amusement, her pussy quivering in need, like she was only a toy for the Dark god's amusement.

She was a Primordial, one of the most powerful beings in existence, yet Nyx was reduced to a cock hungry slut as she choked and gagged on Percy's cock, reluctant to let him leave before she managed to take his entire length.

Nyx soldiered on, trying her best to ignore the feelings of mini-orgasms washing over her as she slowly deepthroated Percy's cock, feeling his thick meat throb and twitch inside her tight throat.

After what seemed like an eternity, a beautiful pleasure-filled eternity of Nyx engaged in Percy's service, she finally managed to take his entire length, her swollen ruby lips pressed against his crotch.

Her eyes fluttered at that, as if she couldn't believe she had managed to take all thirteen inches of his oversized monster cock at first try.

The tears were flowing freely now, tears of pleasure and pain, rolling down her cheeks, making her flawless, pale skin glisten. Her face was slightly silver from the lack of air, and her throat was already slightly sore. She could feel every single inch of his monster cock, every ridge and vein in hyper defined against her muscles, his bulbous head somewhere in her stomach, having travelled the entire length of her oesophagus. Her throat bulged obscenely with the girth of his cock, its outline visible through her skin.

Nyx hollowed her cheeks, doing her best to pleasure her owner, sucking weakly on his cock as her tongue lapped weakly at the sensitive underside of his cock, tasting a bit of herself on him. Saliva dribbled past her lips, trickling down her chin.

And then, she started moving.

Slowly at first, getting used to the feeling of his cock sliding in and out of her throat as Percy watched her actions with lustful interest, his excitement revealed through the twitching of his cock in her throat.

Nyx started properly fucking her throat with Percy's dick, pulling out almost entirely before ramming his cock back down her throat. She gagged with every thrust, but it only seemed to add to his arousal with how his cock twitched, so Nyx continued, ignoring the tears welling in her eyes and the burning in her throat in favour of the sheer ecstasy of the situation.

Her lips were slightly bruised every time she bottomed out, hitting Percy' crotch with her soft lips. Her eyes watched his veiny length leave her lips, glistening and seemingly endless, only making her hunger to have her inside her increase, craving the feeling of having her face stuffed full of the Dark god's horsecock.

The wet sounds of her gagging reverberated in the room, forming a lewd music to the Primordial's service of her first, and only, Master.

She slowed down her pace when Percy reached down, no longer content with only letting her fuck herself. She closed her eyes, her pussy tingling in anticipation at the brutal facefucking that was to come, only to be disappointed.

Percy's fingers tangled in her silky raven hair, caressing her locks gently and making her onyx eyes flutter up to look at him. There, she saw it in his dark sea-green eyes, the knowledge of what she wanted, the ability to make her orgasm her brains out within a few minutes, and the amusement he was getting from withholding it from her.

If she could have expressed her dissatisfaction and whine with a cock lodged deep in her throat, Nyx believed that it was the moment to do so, but unfortunately, she could not. Neither was she willing to let go of Percy's tangy and salty, delicious man meat from her lips, so she had to settle for glaring at him.

Percy only laughed at her expense, his hand caressing the side of her face and treating her like a little girl as she sucked him off.

Nyx looked up at him with pleading doe eyes, finally letting his cock leave the confines of her wet, warm mouth with a lingering suck and a lewd pop. Glistening strands of saliva and precum connected her bruised, ruby lips to his glistening meat, soon breaking under their own weight to splatter her heaving tits.

Her hands wrapped around his throbbing cock, gently slapping her tits with his cock for his twisted pleasure as she jerked him off, feeling like she was milking a horse of its seed as she stroked her lover's cock.

Despite his best attempts to stay silent and inactive, letting her do all the work, Percy's hips betrayed his mental command, thrusting towards her and fucking the Primordial' soft, small hands, her saliva acting as lube to allow him to smoothly fuck her soft hands, his length twitching and throbbing.

"Tired, little night?" He asked, trying to keep the teasing tone from bleeding into his voice.

"No, Master." She didn't even respond to his obvious teasing, too preoccupied with the throbbing meat in her hands to care, all her higher brain functions reduced to a lustful, primal state, too occupied with how she wanted more of him, always craving, hungry for more....

"Did I suck your cock good, Master?" She tried to sound innocent, looking up at him with wide onyx eyes that made his cock twitch in her hands.

"Yeah, you did well. But one can always do with more practice, do you want more practice, Nyx?"

She bobbed her head eagerly in agreement, trying to show her enthusiasm. "Yes, I want to practice more, Master! I want to practice all day and all night until I can suck your cock better than any other girl, and then I will pleasure you the best I can. Thank you, Master!"

This was no longer role-play. All this was coming from deep within the Primordial's heart, her genuine emotions and desires bleeding out under Percy's intoxicating influence.

"Good girl. Now, do you want something more?" Percy asked, sure that that was what she wanted.

"Yes, Master!" Nyx scrambled to obey his unspoken command, remembering his earlier order and straddling his hips again, his throbbing cock, slick and glistening with her saliva pressed against his dripping cunt, quivering with anticipation.

"Such a slutty Primordial you are, little Nyx," Percy spoke, a dark, cruel smirk tugging at the corner of his lips as he reclined in the sofa, letting her make herself comfortable on his lap, getting used to the horsecock between her thighs, pressing needily against her virgin folds.

"Look at you, one of the strongest immortals in the world, reduced to a cock hungry slut for me, only for me, always for me." He smiled cruelly, his fingers enclosing around her glistening, stiff nipple, eliciting a cute yelp from the Primordial as he twisted her sensitive nub in his unforgiving, harsh fingers.

"Don't you love the feeling of being beneath me? Of serving me?" He asked, leaning in close enough to feel her warm breath on his face, her breath coming in short gasps of pain and pleasure. He snorted, "Of course you do. You're just a slut who lives to serve me, who wants to be my cocksleeve, to be stuffed full of my cum, to be bred by the perfect alpha, me, and bear my children. Tell me slut, who are you?"

She looked at him with love and lust, nothing but love and lust, shining in her onyx eyes, the pain almost ignorable.

"I-I'm just a t-toy for your pleasure Master. My only purpose now is to pleasure you, and to carry your children in my womb, and look after them till they grow healthy and strong. Then make some more children with you." The Primordial stuttered through the ecstatic pain, finally admitting her own position as a baby maker to her owner, both to herself and Master.

Percy's eyes widened slightly at her kinky words, before a grin tugged at his lips. She had asked for this. He had given her anything, the choice what she wanted to be, and she chose this, she chose him over herself.

"Good girl." He let her nipple go, placing a gentle kiss on her sensitive, stiff nub to take the pain away, before leaning up to allow her to claim his lips hungrily in a steamy kiss that conveyed all her need. After a few minutes of swapping saliva in a passionate make-out session, Percy broke their locked lips to meet her submissive gaze. "Do you want to start now?"

"Yes, Master! Please?" Nyx asked, jutting her lower lip out in a cute expression that made Percy's cock twitch against her dripping cunt.

"Here, this is for you." He placed a cowgirl hat he had summoned behind her back, on her head. The brown leather really complemented her long, silky raven hair in his opinion.

She spent a moment admiring her new acquisition before looking back at Percy with an excited smile curling her full, ruby lips. "Thank you, Master!"

Spurred by the lustful look he sent her way, conveying a silent command that sent shivers down her spine, she pulled up, hips hovering above his cock, allowing his thick, throbbing cock to push against her virgin folds, his bulbous head glistening. Her cunt continued to gush her aroused fluids onto his dick, lubing him up, ready to have him inside her most sacred place.

She reached down, biting her lower lip in obvious lust as she stared into Percy's piercing, dark sea-green eyes, telling her all his dark desires as her soft hand wrapped around his cock, feeling it throb and twitch in her hand.

He would take her, manhandle her and run her through with his cock, treat her like she was a toy, her purpose only to satisfy his lustful hunger, and nothing more, and she would love every single moment of it. It was a promise.

She gave a cautious pump, taking pleasure and pride in the groan that was coaxed from his delicious lips as she pressed his head against her untouched folds, ready to take the final step, ready to hand herself over to the Dark god's whims for all eternity to come.

A moan escaped her mouth when his tip entered her tight love canal, Percy's hands immediately coming to her waist to help her, her own legs too shaky and weak to hold her up.

Shooting him a smile of gratitude, Nyx wriggled her hips, allowing his thick cock to slide in deeper, its movement aided seamlessly by her saliva coating his cock and the constant stream of fluids gushing from her cunt. The first few inches entered her tight pussy, parting her velvety walls and stretching her as nothing had ever done.

The Primordial continued moaning as she was slowly penetrated, his thick cock soon reaching her barrier, marking her as a maiden.

"You're a virgin? Damn." Percy commented with a raised eyebrow, a possessive grin tugging at the corner of his lips.

"Yes, Master. Can you help me with this bit, please?" She asked him innocently, batting her eyelashes towards him, trying to ignore the trembling of her thighs and the quivering of her pussy.

Percy grinned at her. "Of course, little night."

His grip tightened on her waist, his fingers sinking into her flesh as he thrust inside her, putting his godly strength behind his hips to allow him to ram all of his monstrous thirteen inches insides the Primordial's unbelievably tight, virgin cunt. His diamond-hard cock tore through her hymen like wet tissue, making her scream and throw her head back, her cowgirl hat falling to the floor and letting her raven hair free.

Her back arched as she felt her virginity claimed, her entire anatomy moulded into an impossible shape, all to please Percy, moulded around his cock. She felt every single ridge and vein on his throbbing cock, in hyper definition as her sensitive, velvet walls massaged and hugged his cock, greedily swallowing him deeper inside her.

It felt like someone was shoving an entire arm up her virgin pussy, making her legs shake and eyes water as her walls spasmed in a toe-curling orgasm, her masochistic desires shining through, clearly visible.

Her breath came in short, gasping breaths as she felt Percy twitch and throb inside her, the feeling of his tight, harsh and possessive, grip on her waist an enormous turn on for her.

She looked down through half-lidded onyx eyes, her nimble fingers tracing the obscene cock-shaped bulge on her otherwise toned stomach, every ridge and vein visible as an outline through her pale, flawless skin. She caressed his cock through her stomach, stroking it the same way a pregnant mother would stroke her belly in fondness, their love no less than each other quantitatively, furthest from each other qualitatively.

She looked up to meet Percy's dark eyes shining with affection for her, emotion that nobody had ever expressed towards her, making her heart swell as he affectionately placed her cowgirl hat back on top of her head.

"Are you okay, little night?" His voice was soft and caring as he rubbed her cheek, wiping away a stray tear.

"Yes, Master." She breathed, almost in worshipful reverence, leaning in closer to him so that she could taste his lips again, her full, swollen ruby lips pressing against his in a chaste kiss. Her small, soft hands pressed against his broad, muscle packed chest, making her feel small as she kissed the Dark god, feeling his heart thump against his ribs.

His arms wrapped around her waist, his cock twitching in her warm depths as his grip on her tightened, turning possessive as he kissed her hungrily, forcing her head back with his passion, her smaller body moulding into his larger, superior frame and making her feel helplessly dominated.

"Master~" She whispered against his lips as her hips started moving, almost of their own accord, beginning to ride Percy's horsecock with all the enthusiasm millennia of abstinence from sex of any kind, and years of desire and lusting after the demigod turned Dark god, granted her.

Percy grinned as he felt her begin to move, brutally beating down the natural instinct of his alpha heart to take her and fuck her senseless, instead content with leaning back on the sofa and letting her do all the work. His hands folded behind his head, resting leisurely as he watched Nyx begin to ride his cock, his dark eyes idly following her madly jiggling, delicious looking tits.

It was like a lock had been broken in the normally shy, introverted Primordial of Night with the loss of her virginity, leading her to be very vocal with letting her pleasure be known, as she got into a rhythm.

She rode the Dark god's horsecock like a pro, doing her cowgirl hat proud as she bounced on his cock, her hands on his chest to grant her some semblance of leverage. Her tits bounced in Percy's face, always teasing him, always denying him the opportunity to capture one of her sensitive, delectable buds in his mouth due to her movement.

The sound of skin slapping on skin formed a lewd chorus to their passionate lovemaking, accompanied by the Primordial's soft moans of pleasure.

Nyx was beyond sure that she was addicted, a long way into Percy's trap with no way out, nowhere to go but deeper, willingly entangling herself further in his dark, sinful allure. Her lithe body, toned through millennia of working out and immortal genes, bounced on his cock effortlessly. Her rhythm was random, in tandem with the music played by her lust addled, fuckdrunk mind, her hips wriggling in a seductive manner every time she slowed down to catch her breath, never really stopping. She wanted, no, she needed, to get her Master to orgasm as soon as she could, there was no rest until her Master allowed her respite.

Percy's cock continued to violently plunge in and out of her tight cunt, leaving her feeling empty every time he withdrew, only to slam back into her womb every time she bottomed out on his cock, her hips slamming against his.

Her cowgirl hat blocked out all the light, allowing her eyes to see only Percy's glowing eyes and his sharp teeth gleaming in a grin as he watched her ride him like a virile breeding bull, his eyes attentively following every single erotic jiggle of her tits and every wiggle of her hypnotic hips.

Nyx leaned in close, trying to ignore the mini orgasms that wracked her body as she felt Percy's cock slam repeatedly into her womb, crashing her lips onto the hungry Dark god's.

He responded eagerly, his arms wrapping around her waist and tugging her even closer as he kissed her passionately, with no less hunger than he did the first time. Their tongues entangled in a steamy battle as they swapped saliva, breathing heavily yet reluctant to let go of each other's lips for mere air. They did not need to breathe as long as they were with each other, high on love, drunk on lust.

They broke apart reluctantly a few steamy minutes later, the movement of the Primordial's hips never slowing down as they stared deep into each other's eyes, her soft hands on his chest, holding her up as she bounced her hips on his.

Percy broke the gaze as he leaned in trailing burning kisses on the Primordial's slender neck, making her moan and lean her head back, granting him more access to her neck. His teeth grazed her skin as he nibbled softly on her skin, before sucking on her neck, determined to leave a hickey visible to all, to let everyone know that she was his.

His hands grabbed her firm asscheeks, kneading her soft flesh and bouncing them in his hands, playing with her juicy rear as he finally began to thrust, beginning the short, simple process of destroying her tight pussy with his monster cock.

Nyx squealed when she felt him begin to slam inside her with force she would never have been able to muster, ramming his cock deeper than it had ever gone before, until his head was slamming against the back of her womb every time he bottomed out inside her, determined to break her body and will.

She continued screaming as her body spiralled out of control, her pussy spasming around his cock as she came uncontrollably, squirting with the force of her climax, her toes curling as her eyes rolled into the back of her head. Her puffy, ruby lips parted to let her pleasure be known, her tongue lolling out and a trail of glistening saliva dribbling down her chin.

Her look reflected the state of her mind, almost comatose, just a grey haze of white-hot pleasure, crashing onto her like waves of an endless ocean.

She almost did not notice it when Percy stood up, holding her like she did not even weigh anything. The only thing she noticed was that this new position offered him more access to her insides.

Nyx mewled in pleasure when he kissed her, looking at him with figurative little hearts in her eyes.

Percy only grinned at her, "Are you ready for the dicking of your life, slut?"

"Yes, Master!" She nodded excitedly, eager to carry out whatever he wanted her to do.

"Great, then only sit back and enjoy." He whispered, kissing her softly.

Before she knew it, Nyx was bent over the edge of the sofa, with Percy behind her, his cock lodged deep inside her tight warmth. Her thighs trembled in anticipation, her aroused nectar gushing from her stuffed cunt to run down her thighs, only adding to the sexual stimulation she was feeling. She would have fallen then, her legs too weak to hold her up, but she was supported by Percy's hands on her waist, that and his erect cock inside her the only things holding her up.

Percy felt a grin tugging at his lips as he watched her look back at him in nervous excitement, her cowgirl hat making her look all the hotter. Deciding to stretch her anticipation as far as it would go, he held her in place, taking a moment to admire her ass.

He squeezed her bubble butt, enjoying the feeling of his fingers sinking into her deliciously soft flesh. He spread her asscheeks, groping her butt shamelessly and revealing her hot pink pussy peeking out between her creamy, thick thighs. Her fat pussy lips were stretched by his oversized dick, greedily swallowing his length, her nectar from innumerable orgasms gushing past the plug formed by his thick cock in her tight, heavenly, cunt.

"Master, please~" Nyx moaned, wiggling her hips seductively and trying to move, to fuck herself silly on his cock, her body still wracked by the aftermath of the powerful orgasms that had torn through her very existence, wrought only by Percy's first few thrusts.

She yelped when she felt him slap her ass in warning, making her fall silent, chewing on her lower lip to keep the moans building up in the back of her throat from escaping.

"Shut up, slut. You don't talk until I tell you to." Percy spoke, his voice harsh as he slapped her ass again, making a red handprint blossom on the pale flesh of her flawless bubble butt. "Do you understand? Or do I need to tell you again?"

"No, Master." She whimpered, feeling the lustful burning in her pussy only increase, not satiated in the least by the mind-shattering orgasms she had.

"Good." Percy ignored her trembling, instead continuing to grope her bubble butt, especially the handprint he had left on her ass.

His fingers trailed down to her clit.

"Look at you, you're so wet from getting spanked. I can feel you clenching around my cock with every slap. Are you such a slut that you get off on being punished?"

She was a Primordial, one of the strongest beings in existence, capable of ending worlds with a snap. She should have killed him, made him bow before her for treating her like a dumb slut, yet it was all Nyx could do to prevent herself from orgasming at his insults.

The humiliation she was facing, the beautiful, orgasm-inducing humiliation she was dished by her dominant lover, did not end there. She orgasmed as he pinched her clit, twisting her sensitive flesh harshly and making her scream out in pain diluted by ecstasy, the same moment as he began to move once again.

"Did I tell you that you could scream, slut?" He barked at her, making her whimper as tears flowed down her silver cheeks, his hand coming down to spank her again as he fucked her doggy style against the sofa. His fingers did not relent their harsh hold on her sensitive clit, only adding to the ecstasy she was swimming in, making her pussy quiver and thighs tremble.

His hips slammed against her, making her whimper and squeal with every brain-frying thrust, that only caused Percy to spank her more and more, making her once pale ass assume a tomato red shade. Every thrust made her jerk forward, left barely standing, her legs weak as she squirted in orgasm with every few thrusts.

Tears rolled down her cheeks as his hands continued to molest her delicate body, as his monstrous horsecock continued to rearrange her insides, defiling her sacred womb, and leaving her once tight cunt gaping and ruined for any other man. Her bubble butt jiggled with every slam of his hips against hers, his balls slapping her clit when he finally removed his hand.

She wasn't sure whether to cry, or to kiss him worshipfully.

His hands played with her tits, molesting and groping her chest, squeezing harshly and slapping her tits, his harsh fingers twisting and tugging at her sensitive nipples, all only adding to the pleasure. His hips slammed against hers with no mercy, fucking her brutally and making sure that she wouldn't be able to walk the next day, making sure that her bruised pussy lips would remind her of the complete destruction he had dished out. Making sure that she would orgasm in her panties every time she thought of this night.

But no matter how much his stamina was, it was bound to run out at some point. His thrusts were becoming more frantic, from harsh, long thrusts with power behind his hips, they were becoming short, machine-gun thrusts that sought to get him off as soon as possible, his cock twitching and throbbing inside her.

Nyx moaned, turning her head and arching her back so that she could kiss Percy. This, of course, had the effect of popping her ass out more, allowing him to fuck her better, harder.

He moaned against her lips, her smaller body soft against his diamond-hard abs, moulding into his larger body.

"Where do you want it, little night?" He whispered, feeling his cock twitch inside her.

"Please, Master, inside me." She moaned, presenting a slutty look for his benefit.

"Fill my tight, slutty little pussy with your thick seed until my stomach bloats, until I'm pregnant a hundred times over with your children. Please, Master, breed me. I want to carry your children, I want to feel your thick cum sloshing about inside me until I'm pregnant. Please, Master, knock me up. Give me a brood of children to look after. Please, Master, use me to make your children." She pleaded, herself unsure if all those words were for his benefit or her own, or if they were what she really wanted.

What she did know, was that she desperately needed his load inside her cunt. Over and over again, for the rest of eternity. She wanted him to cum inside her, and then fuck her cumstuffed pussy again until he blew a second load inside her. That was unneeded to breed her, though, as she felt sure that she would be knocked up straight with the first shot of Percy's thick, virile cum, seeing as he was shooting it straight inside her womb anyway.

Percy groaned, feeling the dam finally burst, making him nut inside her, with only a short word of warning, "Cumming!"

"Inside me!" Nyx screamed back in response, arching her back as a simultaneous orgasm hit her, making her legs finally give, as she collapsed to the sofa. Percy couldn't support her anymore, his larger body landing uncomfortably on hers on the soft sofa, the two locked in place, caught in the heatful throes of passionate orgasm, orgasming together.

Percy's first shot felt like someone had turned a firehose inside her, filling up her womb within a single second and making her feel full, stuffed full of thick, virile cum and Percy showed no signs of stopping.

He continued to pump her full of his thick seed as Nyx wriggled on the sofa, turning around while having his cock still inside her, allowing her to wrap her hands around his neck and bury her Master's head in the comfortable cushion formed by her heavenly soft tits. She heard his heavy pants, his breath warm on her sensitive breasts.

"Master, I can feel your thick cum inside me." She moaned, feeling her stomach beginning to bloat outwards with the sheer amount of cum he was pumping inside her, ensuring that the entire amount stayed inside thanks to the plug formed by his thick cock.

Nyx continued moaning in a lustful stupor, all her pride and inhibitions long gone, the only thoughts inside her head the warmth of her owner on her tits and the warmth of his seed inside her fertile womb, the thought of bearing his kids a huge turn on for the Primordial.

She stared up at him when he finally separated, however reluctantly, from the soft flesh of her massive tits, a bright smile curling on her lips as she laid a delicate hand on her normally slim stomach, now stuffed full of thick cum sloshing about inside her, making her feel like she had just had gallons of the finest wine available, bloated beyond all recognition, making her look like she was nine months pregnant with triplets.

Her thighs trembled around his waist as another mini orgasm wracked her body, as the Primordial watched a bead of sweat roll down Percy's well-defined jaw marked with hickeys, dripping from his chin to land on his sweaty, heaving chest and roll down his abs.

"Thank you, Master." She spoke in a soft, submissive voice, her onyx eyes shining, her hands on her bloated stomach, "I'm surely pregnant."

Percy could only grin.

Chapter 65: A Brutal Beatdown

Time: A Few Days Later

A storm was coming. It was in the air, a tantalizing feeling for the thirsty world, petrichor that could almost be tasted on one's tongue.

The grey skies swirled with misty clouds that hid the sun behind them, barely allowing anything to pass through and shrouding the world in shadow that gave a grey tinge to everything. The air was cool and invigorating, with a thick palpable tension that just added to the day's charm, an anticipation shared by everybody on Olympus, eager for the sweet promise of a refreshing rainstorm. The dark green leaves of the trees rustled with mysterious whisperings that left a gentle shiver down one's spine, a sense of nostalgia for the simple bench in the tree's protective shade that looked out into the grey world beyond. Perhaps it was a long lost memory of being a child, sitting under a tree in the rain, enjoying the warm comfort while watching the world getting cleansed of all hurt.

Was it just that, though?

The population of Olympus thought so at least, they couldn't be bothered less by all that was going on in the world, or the Council Meeting scheduled for that day, the fifteen strongest gods to convene and decide on the world's fate.....

Like they had been doing for the last four millennia.

Yes, the almighty, no less arrogant and self-centred, minor gods of Olympus couldn't be bothered less, they had better things to do. Such as....... such as.....?

Such as?

You recommend something please, dear reader. Help out a poor god here, it's only charitable. After all, they have done soooo much for you. They have sat on their asses and looked after the world. It's not like the world is ending anytime soon or anything, right? There is no global pandemic ravaging the world, no bushfires, trigger happy Korean dictators or anything about to nuke the world, right? They are good at their job, they deserve a pay raise.

Or so you would be led to believe, going by their own words, not mine.

They are so lazy that they can't think of anything to do. Even sleeping, eating or fucking is a chore for them.

Oof, if only they knew....

The sound of impatient tapping, the hard sole of combat boots against the metal floor of the elevator to the gods, reverberated through the elevator that Percy had been forced to take to the Council Meeting, since the protections around Olympus did not allow people with hostile intentions towards its king from flashing in. Even that, that the laws protected Zeus, and Zeus alone, was not lost on him. This has gone on for far too long.

Shit has hit the fucking fan.

Hestia had long ago abandoned her attempts at dissuading the group of violent, bloodthirsty gods from turning her misguided, shitty little brother into a bloody pulp. Well, she wouldn't mind it per se, she just couldn't stomach the violence. Couldn't Percy just chop his head off and be done with it?

She seemed to be the only one out of the lot to uphold the virtue of quick and clean, painless death. Nobody deserved to be tortured, no matter what they had done.

It was just in Hestia's nature to be kind and forgiving, and she knew Zeus took advantage of that. She had been hurt in the past because her nature prevented her from retaliating to corruption, but now, she had someone fighting for her. Someone bloodthirsty, who did not mind getting his hands dirty.

Her lips moved in a silent prayer to all the deities that would listen, for Percy's wellbeing. Zeus was a piece of shit, but he was strong himself and politically adept, otherwise he wouldn't have held the throne for so long. It wouldn't surprise her at all if he had some sort of guards at hand, or blackmailed one of the others into helping. He had already displayed the sway he held over the population of Olympus, through a vile, repelling combination of underhanded deals, lying smiles and two-faced words.

She only hoped that Percy was alright. Going into this, that was her only concern.

The plan was relatively simple. They (the Olympians in Percy's harem) would go in, kill Zeus, kill any co-conspirators, and get out.

It would hardly go as planned. Nothing did, not when Zeus was concerned.

Athena cracked her knuckles, fire blazing in her grey eyes, the wisdom that filled them long gone, replaced by primal fury at her father. Her long blonde hair blazed like molten Imperial gold in divine forges, her normally smart attire replaced by a simple and light Celestial Bronze armour over her simple clothes, making her look like a fierce warrior goddess, which she was, who couldn't be bothered to take her enemies seriously. Judging only by appearances, Athena looked like she was going to kill Zeus, and then go on a date or something with Percy. The cold metal of Aegis glinted in the lights of the seemingly endless elevator ride, matching the equally cruel tip of her spear held firmly in her other hand.

The twin archers reflected their half-sister's mood. Artemis' auburn and Asteria's gold hair clashed in a beautiful yet menacing mixture, both pulled up in ponytails to allow them greater mobility and efficiency in movement. Artemis was polishing her elegant, intricately carved silver bow for a last time before it will be, inevitably, splattered with blood, while Asteria hummed a seemingly carefree tune. The two seemed to be more chill than Athena, though Percy could not say if that was due to more, or less, of battle experience than the wisdom goddess. Both of them were in Hunter uniform, the Huntress' silver parka as menacing as its notorious reputation would lead one to believe, the sun goddess having borrowed one from her sister for battle. Artemis' silver eyes met Percy's briefly, giving him a confident nod and a reassuring half-smile.

This was it. They were rushing into this with shit for a plan, and they knew, whatever they did, was the end. Either of Zeus' tyrannical reign, or themselves.

It did not make any sense. Such an important decision should have been preceded by months of debate and not a day of tumultuous emotions, and followed by months of tiring war.

The months of tiring war wouldn't follow, or at least Artemis prayed it wouldn't. They had to succeed, they just had to. For each other's sake.

If they did, Zeus was dead. If they didn't, they were. It was that simple, and everyone walked into it knowing that it carried a fifty-fifty chance of them not returning.

If they didn't win, the others, left back at Ogygia would start the war.

Aphrodite stood towards the back of the elevator with Hestia, looking as beautiful as ever in an indigo silk dress. Like the hearth goddess, she was not too keen on fighting and getting ichor over everything, and getting hurt. However, she had a reputation as a jealous, merciless goddess, and woe be anyone who decided to mess with the goddess of love's newfound lovers. Her blue eyes glinted with a cruelty characteristic of the love goddess, and no matter how much she was changed by the Dark god's affections, her cruelty wouldn't change, at least, not when it was directed towards those that wanted to hurt her family. Her lovers. If push came to shove, she had a Celestial Bronze knife concealed up her sleeve, Piper had been teaching her how to throw knives. Zeus had to die.

It all came back to Zeus. Zeus. Zeus, king of Olympus. Zeus, tyrant god.

And in the midst of it all, Percy stood, his eyes closed as he tried not to explode right then and there. It was a downright ordeal, to be honest.

He thought back to the incidents that led them to this situation in the first place.

They had all been telling him what happened that fateful day that started the entire mess in the first place, one day at dinner. Percy had just been curious about what had been going through the gods' heads that day. He had somewhat come to terms with Annabeth's death, it still stung him from time to time when he would be reminded of her by something insignificant and it would hurt like hell.

Still, he had just wanted to know what had really happened at the Last Battle.

Or so it had been named, because it had been the end of Olympus' power couple. Annabeth had died, and many believed that Percy wouldn't fight in such bloody battles now that he was a god.

They were wrong, of course, but the assumption could be pardoned. The gods had not given anyone any hint that they could do anything better.

Well, everyone had told their part of the story, what they had been doing and such, what they felt.... all except, Athena.

She didn't have any memories of the day.

It was suspicious in of itself, and one would be inclined to suspect her. Especially given her earlier track record of being mortal enemies with the son of Poseidon.

The realization that she had no memories of the day earned her more than her fair share of dirty looks, there could be some sort of convoluted scheme going on here and nobody would be any wiser. After all, Athena the wisdom goddess was known for having plans on top of plans on top of backup plans to an endless level, all entangled in a dizzying Gordian knot that somehow managed to fall into place upon fruition like a stack of dominoes.

In Athena's own words, "I-I d-don't know what happened. I went to sleep one day, then woke up two days later. I slept through the Last Battle. Zeus came to wake me up and tell me that Annabeth had died. He was wondering where I was."

Zeus. His name kept cropping up everywhere.

Everyone wondered for some time what had really happened, because there was no way Athena could sleep through an entire day on her own without being drugged.

Percy could, but few were at his skill level.

And so it had been, Styx called in the expert on memory-related stuff, cashing in a favour. Lethe was brought to Ogygia.

To cut it short, Athena had been assaulted by Zeus, and then given some sort of potion by Hecate. Then, Hera wiped her memories.

What did that potion do?

It was anyone's guess, but since Zeus was the one involved, and taking Athena's earlier erratic behaviour into account, it couldn't be anything good. Zeus had planned for quite some time to make Percy a god and give him a harem. To ensure the son of Poseidon faded completely with zero chance of resurrection, he scrambled Athena's already strained mind, hoping she would cause enough turmoil to make him fade.

Why couldn't he let him just die? If he did, then Hades would have a too powerful soldier on his hands. Zeus' paranoia was another thing entirely.

The allegations and crimes only kept piling up against the King of Olympus.

The elevator doors dinged open, letting the wrathful gods entry to the gloomy, yet serene streets of Olympus.

Percy cracked his knuckles in a threatening manner, cracking his neck too for additional measure, before he stepped out of the lift, bringing with him death and despair into the divine streets of Olympus.

Artemis and Athena veered off to go search for Hecate, leaving the remaining four of them to go take on King Airhead and his sexy bitch of a wife.

Zeus this, Zeus that.

Percy would make sure that his name would be forgotten.

The mostly deserted streets of Olympus passed by in a flash, the few people still about giving the four a wide berth thanks to the imposing stature of the Dark god striding forward with barely restrained rage twisting his features. His feet left patches of sand in their wake, his destructive aura crumbling the smooth roads beneath his feet until nothing but dust was left.

The cool breeze rustling his clothes and messing his hair only added to his ire- a piece of shit like Zeus did not deserve to enjoy such cool breezes. He deserved the toxic, lung eroding air of Tartarus that he and Annabeth, Damasen and Bob, had been forced to endure. He did not deserve the frivolous laughter of nymphs and the gentle sound of the fountains. He deserved the tortured screams of monsters and the boiling of lava.

Percy breathed in the fresh, invigorating air preceding the storm, his lungs burning slightly, in a pleasant manner with its freshness.

The skies swirled with grey clouds, reflecting the fate of its Lord, bleak and dreary.

But soon, the gloomy stormclouds would part to reveal a beautiful rainbow that would hopefully reflect the new Era on Olympus, and Percy only prayed that the rain that would come before would wash away all his sin and guilt and the blood that covered his hands, both guilty and innocent, allowing to start anew, a new man with no burdens and no scars. The rain would create the rainbow.

His boots clicked against the pavement as he made his way to the Olympian Throne room, guided more by muscle memory than conscious effort, and leaving the other goddesses to catch up to his stride with small sprints.

He was stopped by the feeling of Hestia's small, warm hand catching his suddenly, tugging him to a grinding halt.

Confused, the Dark god glanced backwards, only to freeze as he felt soft, delicious lips pressed against his in a small, chaste kiss. His left hand tightened around the handle of Doomslayer in shrunken form, gripping the handle of the small woodsman axe tightly as his right arm, almost on instinct, wrapped around Hestia's slim waist, pulling her closer to his larger frame and even slightly lifting the short hearth goddess off the ground as he reciprocated her passionate kiss.

Percy kissed Hestia with emotion, having a vague idea as to what she wanted to say, as he came to a stop before the massive oak doors of the Olympian Throne Room. He could catch faded snippets of the usual shouting matches, that came as a slight grey buzz through the doors, not up to its usual intensity yet with the absence of many members.

The gentle hearth goddess broke the kiss, cupping her warrior's cheeks as she stared up at him, refusing to break eye contact to let Percy know how serious she was. Her soft thumb rubbed his stubbly cheek.

"Be careful, Percy. I don't want to lose you." Her soft pink lips trembled, her warm brown eyes glistening with unshed tears as she held his gaze, refusing, reluctant to let Percy go. She had lost too much already to Zeus, she did not know what to do if he took Percy away from her too.

The Dark god's expression was unreadable, no emotion leaking from his features as he broke eye contact, no longer able to keep up with the fiery hearth goddess' sincerity. He couldn't promise her anything, and both of them knew it.

He looked back towards Aphrodite's and Asteria's grim, determined faces, wondering if this was how Poseidon felt when he rebelled against Zeus.

His gaze dropped to his feet as he let the hearth goddess leave his one-armed hug, unable to meet her eyes, neither able to say anything. He could not lie to her, nor reassure her not-completely-ungrounded fears, and it hurt that he had to let one of his own down.

He shifted Doomslayer from left to his preferred right, tapping the hearth goddess' arm lightly with the flat of his axe in a silent gesture to stay back. He pointedly refused to look at her, not sure if he would be able to stay composed if he saw her expression.

There was a moment of silent hesitation before Hestia stepped back, wordlessly obeying Percy's unspoken command.

Checking to make sure that nobody would be caught in the crossfire, taking a shuddering breath to gather his nerves and portray a confident facade, letting his anger support him, Percy allowed his powers to get to work. Doomslayer, tuned in perfectly to his aura, acted as a conduit, allowing the Dark, bluish-red energy to envelope his axe, warping and bubbling like lava, never static.

Kick-off time.

Percy reared back, Spartan kicking the massive doors to the Olympian Throne Room open.

The resounding crash that followed was surely heard all around Olympus. A couple of eagles perched on the nearby garden dedicated to Zeus left their tree, taking flight into the endless sea of rolling, grey clouds, their wings dark against the sky. Almost poetic.

There was a moment of shock, as the three lone occupants of the Throne room struggled to comprehend what had happened. Perhaps this would be easier than he had anticipated.

Percy did not give them a chance to recover.

His dark sea-green eyes, swimming with burning hatred, met Zeus' shocked electric blue eyes for a moment, revelling in the primal fear reflected in the King's eyes.

Percy tossed Doomslayer up in his hand for a moment, like a professional knife or axe thrower does, before he pitched his axe, as a baseball player would. His muscles flexed and strained, veins popping in his neck and forehead in rage as the axe left his hand.

There was a small boom, a trail of blood-red left hanging in the air by his aura infused weapon, followed by the blood-curdling shriek of the Lord of the Skies.

His axe lodged deep in Zeus' silver and gold throne, the blade embedded at least a few inches in the metal, missing his skull by a few millimetres. As it was, Percy was sure that he had taken half of his flowing beard and skin with the axe throw, letting his powers disintegrate the rest of his face in an agonizingly slow manner.

Was Percy being needlessly cruel? Perhaps.

Was he getting his sadistic kicks out of this? Again, perhaps.

A generous splatter of golden, glistening ichor accompanied by Zeus' pained screams told him that he had taken His Majesty's royal ear with him.

"Damn, looks like I missed." A twisted smirk tugged at his lips as he watched the King cower in his throne, his hands golden and bloody as he tried to stop the bleeding, golden staining his impeccably white toga. "Pretty sure I practised too..."

Well, he had missed on purpose, of course. He wanted to draw out the torture as long as he could.

Percy strode forward purposefully, making himself look like he was going to end it once and for all.

His muscles tensed, knowing what was to come as he stared straight ahead at the writhing King of Olympus.

There was a roar of anger from the side, a flash of red and gold that Percy had been waiting for.

"Die!"

Predictably, Ares attacked him, an oversized sword curling downwards towards him in a deadly arc sure to take the top half of his body if unchecked.

Percy leaned back, smoothly allowing the war god's wild strike to sail harmlessly past. From there, it was all reflex and muscle memory, a simple manoeuvre that Percy had executed too many times to the point that he could do it in his sleep.

Percy's left elbow crashed into Ares' ear, disorienting the god severely as his right hand shot out, grabbing the handle of Ares' sword and wrenching it out of his grip. His left hand grabbed a hold of Ares' neck as he kneed him in the stomach with all of his godly strength, making the war god groan and lurch forward. Two quick stabby stabs with the sword that Ares had so thoughtfully provided the Dark god with, and he was left to bleed out at the foot of his throne, groaning weakly.

All this was executed in less than two seconds, and the Dark god resumed his determined march up to the King of Olympus throne, as if nothing had ever happened.

Out of the corner of his eyes, he could see Hera fanning her hot face with her hands, trying to cool down from her arousal as he beat the crap out of her almost dead son and husband. Her large brown eyes, so similar yet so different to Hestia's, stared at his blood-splattered form in barely concealed lust.

Percy felt a dark smirk tug at the corner of his lips.

Slutty bitch.

He dragged the sword behind him as he slowly and deliberately approached Zeus, letting its tip drag along the ground and not caring about the massive scratch he was leaving in the marble.

A gust of wind blew past his ear, and two twin thunks had Hera pinned to her throne with twin golden arrows.

Percy ignored the Queen's cries as Asteria attacked her, instead joining the sexy sun goddess in butchering her dad.

Ares's enormous sword was thrown straight at Zeus' chest, and Percy expected him to just sit there and take it.

Fuck.

The King's eyes glowed white with pure power as he clapped his hands around the blade, halting it in its tracks as he roared in desperation. Veins popped in his forehead, his bloodied hands leaving a trail of golden ichor in the Celestial Bronze as Percy tried to overpower him with brute strength alone.

Percy planted his foot on the blade's guard, trying to use his foot to overpower Zeus, his jaw tense and hatred clear in his eyes. He watched the beads of golden blood roll down the side of his face, his forearms and biceps flexing and straining as he tried to keep the blade away from his chest.

Percy slammed his foot back down on the blade handle, feeling his lip twitch in annoyance. "Why won't you just die, cockroach King?"

Even as he spoke these words, his eyes followed the crackling electricity in Zeus' white mane of hair, his electric blue eyes darkening like stormclouds. He could smell the familiar ozone smell, every time Thalia or Neo got angry, though it was not accompanied by their sweet scent. Instead, it was replaced by a metallic blood and sweat scent.

His hair stood on end, feeling the electricity charged air around the two.

"Aaaaargh!"

Percy jumped clear of the small explosion that was the result of Zeus' desperate discharge, his feet tensing in preparation for a sudden attack. His hand reached backwards, enclosing around Anaklusmos' handle, the cold metal comfortable and reassuring in his hand, waiting for the right moment, waiting for Zeus' sure attack to remove the sword from its sheath on his back.

He was just grateful that there were no Olympians like Hermes or Poseidon or Hades to hamper him. Aphrodite and Hestia knew more than enough to stay out of the way, and Asteria was occupied with Hera. Good.

A bolt of lightning arced out of the grey smoke of the explosion, crackling with energy as it raced towards Percy faster than most gods could blink.

It was not too fast for the Dark god, however, as he jumped to the side, bracing himself on Artemis' throne and using it as a launching pad as he dove into the smoke, ready to bring it to close quarters.

He was sure she wouldn't mind it too much. If she did, well, nothing a good spanking wouldn't set straight.

The good, fond memories of Artemis were replaced by Zeus' shitty face, contorted in rage, with his silver beard crackling with electricity, barely inches from his face. The sword Ares had used earlier inches away from his own chest, Anaklusmos the only thing preventing Zeus from chopping the Dark god in half.

Percy could feel the ringing in his arm from Anaklusmos clashing against Ares' sword. He had been caught slightly off guard, and had barely had time to react and defend himself, Zeus moved with speed one wouldn't expect from a rusty god who barely moved. It was an awkward position he was locked in, holding Anaklusmos in a dagger grip, and her edge pressed painfully against his forearm.

He tried to swipe Zeus' legs out from beneath him, but it was dodged easily, the King jumping away from him. Although the trick did its intended job, allowing Percy enough time to shift Anaklusmos into a proper position, holding her ready to mow down Zeus. Now, Percy was in his element.

"This is treason!" Zeus roared with a curiously red face, spit flying from his lips and his eyes almost bulging at the idea. A deadly arc of lightning left his sword, crashing into the floor and leaving a scorch mark where Percy had been mere milliseconds earlier.

Zeus continued sending overpowered blasts of lightning at the Dark god, seemingly not tired even a little bit after everything, and Percy continued to jump around and dodge, trying to get closer to the King. It was as if the missing ear, the ichor rolling down the side of his face and turning a good part of his toga golden, did not affect him in the slightest.

But it was not so.

With his enhanced godly vision, Percy could see chips of Zeus' skin chipping and flaking away, turning to dry dust. His eyes narrowed at the slow pace- it seemed like Zeus' own godly power was fighting his invasive powers, Percy would need more than that if he wanted to disintegrate the King's face completely.

Trying to get close to him was of no use, however, as Zeus continued to blast him with bolts of lightning, keeping him at a good distance while slowly bringing down the Olympian Throne room around them. Percy was only surprised that it lasted so long.

Chunks of the domed ceiling fell around them, making dodging difficult as he had to weave around the debris. The walls were starting to come down as well, leaving them fighting in the open.

"You were only a puny demigod, and now you're a puny god! Hail my name, I'm the King of Olympus!" Zeus roared, raising his sword to the sky and calling all the lightning stored in the dark stormclouds that hung in the overcast sky above, using the sword as a conduit, and directing them towards Percy in a deadly beam.

Percy sprinted to the side, sheathing Anaklusmos back and holding his hands together, feeling the power flow in them, a blood-red glow taking over his forearms as he kept just out of reach of Zeus' impromptu death ray.

Finding a suitable moment to attack as the King broke off his beam, not able to hold it anymore, Percy slid to a stop, leaning down and planting his glowing hands, supercharged with destructive energy, on the throne room's floor.

Immediately, almost the entire marble floor of the Olympian Throne Room turned to quicksand, taking with it whatever stood of the walls and roof, and drawing Zeus in till his waist in a few seconds. Sand rained around them, an interesting irony as it covered all of them in dry dust, stinging and annoying, in their hair and clothes. The once glorious Throne Room looked like what mortals pictured a quicksand trap in an Ancient Egyptian Pharaoh's tomb would be like, almost like an endless portal straight to the Underworld, with swirling sand that engulfed everything.

The Thrones clung on, Percy's godly powers not enough to destroy them, only enough to make them sink halfway in the quicksand, like an abandoned King's courtroom. Ares' body was nowhere to be found.

Percy was good at causing mass destruction, it seemed.

The King of the Gods seemed confused for a moment at the widespread change in the battleground, something taken advantage of by the Dark god.

Percy used the sand to his advantage, something in his element, using it to smoothly transport himself beside Zeus in the blink of an eye. His hands planted on the ground, acting as a pivot as he scissor kicked the King of the gods, feeling Zeus's jaw crunch beneath his combat boots.

Everything was silent for a moment, before it was replaced by sheer rage radiating from the disgraced King of the gods.

"Die!" He roared, throwing the useless sword to the side. It was immediately engulfed by the endless sea of swirling sand, till not a trace of it could be seen. A few seconds, and it would be disintegrated into fine dust, too.

Zeus shot up from the sand engulfing him, using his control over air to stay afloat, hovering a few feet above the swirling sand. Shit.

"You have been arrogant, and now, you must pay the price. I will not leave a speck of you left when I'm done with you, Son of Poseidon!" He roared, summoning the Master Bolt.

Percy 'tch'-ed in response.

Zeus was quickly becoming more than an annoyance. Perhaps this needed more planning after all. He had to somehow get into close quarters for long enough to engage in close quarters combat, not allowing Zeus a chance to use his lightning.

"Clearly, you're a good warrior. I would have loved to have you as a loyal Olympian soldier for eternity. Unfortunately, the Fates have not deemed it so." He spoke, spitting out a bit of golden blood that coloured his split lips. Percy was sure that he felt a tooth land somewhere in the sand, too.

And Zeus started shooting indiscriminately with the Master Bolt.

Fuck, this was not good.

Zeus laughed as he watched Percy panic and dodge, knowing that he did not have a chance to take on a full-powered blast head-on.

Beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, his leg muscles burning as he kicked into overdrive, all his limits tested by Zeus.

Percy disappeared from where he was with a sonic boom as he left the sound barrier, straining all his muscles to the max as he went faster, and faster, and faster.

Zeus only laughed at him, letting his master bolt disappear as he raised a fist, blocking Percy's side chop effortlessly with his wrist.

But Percy was finally in close quarters, something he would always be the best at.

His limbs disappeared in a haze as he fought Zeus with all his might in hand to hand combat, letting his hands channel his power as he tried to end the Lord of the Skies where he stood.

Swipe at the head, duck, open-palmed punches at his abdomen, jump, feint at his head before delivering a solid punch in his chest, roundhouse kick to his head. Percy went on autopilot, all his cognitive abilities occupied with watching out for any dirty tricks Zeus might pull.

Blows were traded at a pace faster than even an Olympian could comprehend, Percy trying his level best to employ all the martial arts he had ever learned in a hodgepodge mixture of unpredictability that had left even Annabeth stumped.

His hands swiped at Zeus's head, feinting before diving in for hits on his chest, his knees aiming for his abdomen, before breaking the flow of the fight with wide, sporadic kicks to Zeus' head, each carrying enough power to blow his head clean off his shoulders.

And Zeus knew that.

He tried to weave through the attacks as best as he could, blocking what he couldn't dodge, and letting a few of the less serious hits connect.

But every hit was serious. Very serious.

With his newfound powers, Percy had, of course, incorporated his destructive powers into his hand to hand martial arts, and the results showed. His hands blazed with purple fire as he fought, leaving trails of purple glow behind him as he moved almost at the speed of light, only caring about ending Zeus.

Percy's sweat had evaporated long ago, trails of ichor and saliva glistening on his chin as he exerted his body more than one ever should, even for a god. His eyes were looking increasingly mad with every passing moment, his muscles screamed and protested at every action, but Percy did not relent.

Every hit made the ground shake like Typhon's footsteps, booming sounds like bombs exploding, shaking Olympus to its very core as its King fought with its strongest God.

In the back of his mind, Percy could hear a commotion outside, but he paid them no heed.

The air stank of death and decay, though Percy assumed that was his doing. The purple flames devoured all, every single weapon Zeus would summon to try and fight back gone as soon as they came into contact with the all-consuming flames.

Zeus seemed to have all but given up.

His body crackled with slight electricity, but even Neo could produce more than that. It was nothing to Percy, and he did not relent his ferocious attack at the King's misery.

Zeus' toga was now less than a loincloth, all the fabric getting burned away in the flames. His face was worse for wear, more than half of it missing, eaten away by Percy's powers, and leaving only an eyeball and most of the skull exposed. He looked like a half decomposed zombie. All his muscles were rotting, a sickly combination of green and measly red, the decomposition process quickened with every hit he took, until the King was literally getting decomposed alive. Live maggots wriggled in the once-proud King's chest, white and disgusting. Pus and ichor splattered Percy's fists and face with every hit he gave Zeus, his disgusting bodily fluids spraying his face, warm and filthy.

But Percy found he did not care.

As long as Zeus could fight, he would suffer.

Apparently, that was not long.

Zeus crumbled to his feet in the sand, only held up thanks to Percy somewhat solidifying the sand beneath the King's collapsed form. His lips moved wordlessly, his chest heaving as he gasped for breath that just wouldn't come. His arms were reduced to bone and skin, twitching helplessly like the arms of someone in a fit. His eyelids were long gone, leaving him unable to close his eyes or look away as Percy stood above him, Zeus' sole eyeball gross in its exposed orbit.

Zeus looked like a gruesome zombie that would get any movie censored heavily if he was ever pictured in it. And Percy found he didn't care.

His powers were terrifying. The ability to take away life and vitality with a touch. The ability to kill and torture with a touch.

He raised his hand, willing Doomslayer in axe form back into his hand. And, like Thor's Mjölnir, it obeyed, flying into its Master's outstretched hand.

He glanced towards the axe in his hand. He wouldn't need it. He would rip Zeus apart with his bare hands.

"That beating, was for every person you screwed over," Percy spoke, hooking Doomslayer back into his belt.

The commotion outside was growing larger, seemingly revitalized by the realization that the fight between Zeus and the newest Olympian was over. They were ignored.

Feeling drops of water hit him, Percy looked up, ignoring the dying King clawing at his own throat, in a desperate attempt to breathe.

It had begun to rain.

The dark grey clouds rolled above, almost in an angry manner, occasional flashes of thunder lighting up the night sky. Unknown to the combatants, their fight had stretched on for more than a few hours.

The rain came on heavier and thicker, the water not having any effect on the quicksand beneath Percy's feet, which remained as dry and dead as ever.

The son of Poseidon closed his eyes, allowing himself a moment to enjoy the rain that he had always enjoyed.

The water splattered his face, setting up a gentle pitter-patter of raindrops all around him, rivulets of water flowing down his cheeks and dampening his clothes.

His wet hair stuck to his face, Percy sighing as he felt it wash away the blood on his face. The gentle feeling of the raindrops caressing his face comforting.

Percy let his hands run through his damp hair, sighing as he looked down at the prostrate, unmoving form of Zeus. He was still alive, though, his chest rose and fell in shuddering gasps, barely able to breathe.

"Look what you've made me do, asshole."

Percy sounded stressed for some reason, unable to believe that he had just lost control like that.

What would the girls say? What would Annabeth say?

They were always his moral compass, and he let them down.

Well, might just go all the way.

Letting his hand fall limply to his side, Percy just enjoyed the rain on his face for a few moments more, revelling in the cool, refreshing feeling as it soaked his clothes, washing away the sand and the blood, making his burning muscles relax. He could taste blood, his own immortal ichor, in his mouth, he would have to do something about that later.

Percy stumbled towards Zeus' body, almost drunken on the feeling of victory and success, high and intoxicated in the feeling of sadistic torture.

"Percy?" Soft, worried voices called out to him as he straddled Zeus' thin, frail body, that would fall apart at a breeze. He recognized those voices somewhat, they were familiar, soothing, making him anchor to a long-forgotten feeling.

Home. Comfort. Warmth.

He would not let anyone take them away from him. He was selfish. He would kill Zeus. Zeus had tried to take them away.

"Percy?" A deeper voice, perhaps belonging to Poseidon or Hades.

They were ignored.

"And this.... is for Annabeth."

Purple flames lit up on his hands, like vengeful ghosts that burned hotter than the sun, immediately evaporating any and all water in their immediate vicinity and leaving Percy's soaked clothes bone dry.

He raised his fist, taking pleasure in the way Zeus frantically shook his head from side to side. At his state, it seemed like he was having a fit.

"Percy!"

The last thing the King of the Gods would ever see, would be the mad face of the newest Olympian, illuminated by purple flames.

There was a massive explosion, enough to create a crack in the mythical mountain.

And then, all was silent.

The only sound was the rain.

Chapter 66: Fought For

Time: Same Time

It wouldn't be wrong to say that the Olympian Throne Room was almost none existent at that point. The only thing that remained were twelve thrones that had been somehow salvaged, and a massive quicksand pit where children could play every Sunday. At least Zeus left Olympus one public amenity, right?

Yes, Percy's humour is not at his best right now.

Grey clouds, darker and larger than ever before, rolled across the sky like an endless ocean of almost black, blocking out the stars and the moon and plunging the world below in darkness. Occasional flashes of lightning lit up the sky, followed by peals of thunder that sounded even more ominous than normal. It felt like the sky was glaring down at them, reflecting its now-deceased Lord's feelings, unleashing an endless torrent of rain that drummed relentlessly on every surface.

But no matter how much the sky tried to exact vengeance, it only resulted in a refreshing night for many, the stuffy October heat replaced by a strong, cool breeze that brought a gentle, refreshing spray across the face, the pitter-patter of raindrops comforting, on every leaf and every roof. The emerald leaves of the trees glistened with water, leaves heavy with crystalline droplets that rolled to the tip, before dripping to the ground below with a small splash, creating small puddles.

Percy felt the endless rain hit him, setting up a gentle pitter-pattering on his skin. Rivulets of water streamed down the side of his face, his hair drenched and sticking to his skin, glistening black in the lights of the city.

The entirety of Olympus seemed to have turned up for the occasion. Every single light in the entire damn city was turned on, bathing the world in light that clashed with and overpowered the natural darkness that threatened to shroud the world, making Percy wince at how bright and loud everyone was. It seemed like he had vastly underestimated the population of Olympus, especially with all the nymphs, naiads, dryads, satyrs and other nature spirits pitched in. The crowds thronged the streets of Olympus, curious to know what had just happened. Rumours spread like wildfire, and somehow, someone had blabbed that Zeus was dead, bringing the entirety of Olympus out on the streets in rebellion or rejoice, Percy could barely tell.

The minor gods and goddesses erected small barriers protecting them from the lashing rain, and so did the rest of the Olympians gathered there. Well, all except Percy and Poseidon, they could not get enough of the rain. The nature spirits took after them, of course, never getting enough of the cool, refreshing rain and the gentle breeze.

The demigods of Camp Half-Blood and Chiron were protected from the rain thanks to Hestia, who was sitting by her usual place by the dry hearth.

The demigods of the soon-to-be-renamed Camp Jupiter and New Rome were excluded from this emergency meeting that Percy would have avoided if he could, to spare most, if not all, the gods present there a splitting headache. They would be tuned in later.

Even without them, Percy could feel a massive headache coming on.

The nervous, confused whispers of the entirety of the Greek pantheon and their shuffling footsteps on the pavement tended to do that.

Percy coughed, though not intentionally, drawing the entire attention of everyone present there to him. As if it wasn't on him already.

The twelve remaining Olympians had managed to drag their respective thrones out of the quicksand, and were now convening an emergency meeting outside the old, demolished Throne Room, sitting in the classic U shape.

Twelve? You ask. How?

Well, Percy might or might not have 'accidentally' turned the thrones of Ares, Hera and Zeus into dust while trying to lug them out of the quicksand, thereby permanently killing off Ares and Zeus, and leaving Hera little better than a demigod.

Three birds with one hit.

And now, he was getting fussed over by Calypso and Asteria. He loved the feeling.

But he did not like the looks shot his way, a mixture of lust and curiosity as the goddesses looked over his shirtless form.

Asteria seemed to take great glee in those stares, of jealousy directed her way as she sensually rubbed her soft hands over Percy's chest, doing her best to draw an erotic sound from the Dark god as she rubbed healing salve on his hot, almost burning skin.

Percy sighed fondly at her antics, before softly pushing her away. "That will be enough. Thanks, Asteria. Now, go take your throne. Let the meeting commence!"

Following his declaration, the sun goddess sulked back to her throne between Artemis and Athena, getting elbowed by both the goddesses as she took her seat.

Percy caught Hestia shaking her head fondly at the three, before she caught his gaze and smiled softly at him, her expression exuding warmth and comfort.

"Hestia, if you are comfortable there, if everyone is comfortable, we will start." He asked, trying to make everyone feel included as he sat up straight on his throne.

Calypso left her position beside him to sit at the foot of his throne, letting everyone know that the beautiful Titaness was his, and his alone.

"Good." Percy's voice was serious for once, letting everyone know the gravity of the situation. But inside, he was anything but.

His mind was frantic, racing at a million miles per minute. What was he supposed to say? He killed off Zeus, Ares and captured Hera, the former Queen, because he did not like them. Because they messed with him?

It seemed that there would be no glorious revolution Percy had envisioned, where he would be welcomed with open arms by the populace.

No, nobody, nowhere would ever be welcomed like that. No matter how much one was loved by the people, there would always be others to oppose him.

And thus it was, Percy walked the same path followed by every dictator before him.

"Athena, status report." He spoke in a grave voice, snapping his fingers to summon a shirt over his naked torso, inadvertently making several females in the crowd complain.

Even Aphrodite looked like she missed her eye candy.

Athena stood up, clearing her throat as she summoned some papers in her hand. "We must start the meeting by taking stock of the damages done to Olympus in the fight between you and Zeus."

She shot Percy a sideways glance. As she expected, he was not paying her any attention.

Feeling slightly irritated by his callous disregard, she rolled on. "Thankfully, the damages were restricted to the Throne Room, which has been completely demolished, and a crack in the heart of Mt. Olympus, which might compromise the structural integrity of the mountain. Although I don't think it needs immediate attention, I will request Hephaestus to check it once, for good measure."

She took a small break to allow the forge god to respond.

Hephaestus only gave a small, almost imperceptible nod at that, barely halting his constant tinkering with the little contraption in his hands.

The introverted forge god did not have to say anything against the new changes sweeping through Olympus since that son of Poseidon became a god. If anything, he supported Perseus. He had taken away and managed to tame his bitch of an ex-wife, something which he himself had neither ability nor desire to do. Then, Perseus had gotten rid of two of Hephaestus' greatest tormentors, Ares and Hera. If anything, the forge god should be indebted to him.

He watched his favourite son, Leo, jump about excitedly, with boundless energy as he watched his best friend sit on the Olympian Council. The act in itself brought a small smile to Hephaestus' face.

Athena continued.

"Now that the crack is accounted for, the Throne Room will be reconstructed without further ado. I request Poseidon to supply us with Cyclopes workers," She seemed to be struggling to get out that part, her intimate relationship with her dom had not endeared Percy's father to her in any way. "I will work on the blueprints, I would request Leo Valdez for his input on the final blueprint."

Not waiting for his response, Athena continued, "From now, the Olympian council has made a decision to hear out all complaints and grievances of the minor gods of Olympus, starting from the inaugural meeting of the new Throne Room, when construction on it is finished."

Athena droned on, boring Percy with every other word that passed her delectable lips. How could such beautiful looking lips spout such nonsense?

Well, Percy supposed she was making some sort of sense, as the entire population of Olympus was looking at her in rapt attention, with occasional nervous glances thrown at his direction. They were ignored.

Percy winked at Leo, making the excitable son of Hephaestus do their brofist alone, making a funny face at him in response.

Percy tore his eyes away from Leo, afraid that he would burst out laughing at his antics and appear crazy to the Olympian populace.

Instead, he admired his throne.

The smooth, cool obsidian beneath his fingers, diamond droplets of water collected here and there, streams of water flowing down the smooth stone. Gold lines crisscrossed the black, forming an intricate web of pseudo cracks representing insanity. An obsidian throne that was darker than darkness itself, sucking in all light around it and shrouding the immediate vicinity in darkness.

Percy leaned back in his throne, facing the sky.

It continued to rain.

Athena's speech formed a secondary haze to the pitter-patter of raindrops drops on his skin, a constant drumming all over Olympus. Cool water that caressed his skin, taking away his pain and burn everywhere it touched, flowing down the sides of his face and dripping from his sharp chin.

The rain-soaked the plain black t-shirt that he had summoned, making it stick to his skin and letting everyone catch a gaze of his sculpted abs and chest.

Percy closed his eyes, tasting the rain on his lips, fresh, clearer than any water any company could provide.

The crowds shifted and moved uncomfortably like an endless ocean of humanity, these great, otherworldly beings reduced to mortals as they stood underneath the rain, at nature's mercy. The idea that gods, Titans or Primordials controlled mother Nature was a laughable idea to the Dark god. Grover had the right idea.

Percy felt a smile tug at his lips as he was reminded of his mother. Sweet, beautiful Sally Jackson, best mom in the world.

Rain on the green grass,
Rain on the tree,
Rain on the housetop,
But not on me.

The downpour slowed to a gentle drizzle when the meeting was almost at its end, after about two hours of constant boredom. Yet, not a single person apart from him seemed to share the sentiment. Perhaps they were revitalized by the wine god's absence.

Some time ago, Dionysus had been excused from the meeting, sent to prepare a party large enough to celebrate the beginning of a new Era on Olympus. A party of the ages, that would make each and every person recall fondly when Zeus was overthrown.

Hopefully, the new Era would live up to everyone's expectations.

Percy held the power, but he was sure that his girls would keep him in line. He was beyond sure about that, no matter how cruel or sadistic he could be, his girls would always keep him in line. Perhaps even with a slap to the face or a kick to the balls, though hopefully, it wouldn't come to that.

Even if he got big-headed, Percy hoped that he would always listen to sweet Hestia's words. He would always remember what it was to be a mortal, to always live in fear of Thanatos. He would remember his mother, and Annabeth. He would remember leader Luke, brave Beckendorf, and sweet Silena.

"And now, Perseus Jackson will say some words."

Percy looked down at the crowds lazily, feeling like he couldn't be bothered less about them. He just wanted to rest.

He forced himself to his shaky feet, trying not to stumble clumsily and make a fool of himself in front of the entire population of Olympus on his big speech.

"Comrades," Percy spoke solemnly, lost for words, as he unsheathed Anaklusmos, holding her in front of him in dagger position, with the tip touching the ground, making himself look like he was swearing a solemn oath. In all reality, it was just so he had something to occupy his hands with, otherwise, his hands would have gone haywire, no thanks to his ADHD.

The crowd muttered in admiration as they caught the light glinting off the fabled Celestial Bronze sword, its legend having increased exponentially ever since it fell into the hands of the son of Poseidon.

Cold beads of sweat rolled down Percy's forehead, easily disguised as droplets of water from his damp hair. He could feel his heart rate pick up. Damn it, he was not ready for this.

"The last few millennia under Zeus have been trying times. Or so I have gathered from your complaints, I've been subjected to during that time as a demigod, running around doing the chores of the Olympians and trying to keep everything from falling apart. However, as you can see, Zeus is no more."

He paused for a bit, correctly predicting the crowds bursting into cheers.

He sighed mentally in relief. He knew there were other people loyal to Zeus besides Hera and Ares. Thankfully, being the General of the Olympian armies had its perks.

He could 'Stalin' any political enemies that might threaten his position.

You get it? Get it?

Unfortunately, Percy could not dwell on his mental joke for long, expected to continue with the boring-ass speech.

He spun words, empty promises like all, he wasn't sure if he would be able to live up to the high standards he had set himself. After all, the very definition of utopia is an ideal society that cannot exist, not even in Olympus. The gods themselves are flawed, less than men, what hope did they have?

Percy would try. Yes, he would try, but don't hold him accountable if everything comes crashing down in the end. Yes, he had ushered in the new era on Olympus, changing the old ways, but the only thing really in his control was the flawed democratic council he had set up. Even starting off, most of the power was with him, and Percy did not intend to change that anytime soon.

"And now, before Dionysus gets here with the party, and we can all enjoy, I would request you all to have some more minutes of patience." He spoke, reversing his grip on Anaklusmos to hold her in a proper position.

"Since a few gods have left us, leaving a few domains without supervision or completely vacant, I would like to extend an invitation for a few demigods to join us on Olympus, of course, with their permission."

"Firstly, to replace Zeus, I invite Thalia Grace, to take the helm as the Goddess of Thunder and Lightning. The strongest mortal lightning user, better than even some gods, the Greek world has ever seen. Lieutenant of the Hunters of Artemis, Bane of the Titan Iapetus, the Giant Gration."

Was he wrong to expand his power in such a way?

Artemis looked on with pride as the Hunters whistled and cheered wildly for their lieutenant, even some minor gods and campers cheering for the daughter of Zeus.

Percy smiled as she looked up at him with wide eyes, too shocked to threaten him like she usually would, instead just nodding mutely.

"Now, hold still, this might hurt a bit," Artemis spoke softly as she descended from her throne as Thalia's patron, placing her hands on her head as the daughter of Zeus kneeled in front of the moon goddess. Percy sat back on his throne, joining the rest of Olympus watching as Thalia was given godhood by Artemis.

A golden glow surrounded the beautiful, partially immortal demigoddess, only adding to her looks as it turned pure white to show the might of lightning, her neon blue highlights disappearing to allow her dark raven hair, darker than the overcast night sky above, to reign free. Her pale skin seemed to glow silver as Artemis chanted in Ancient Greek, showing her loyalty to the moon goddess.

The clouds gathered above rumbled with thunder, as if welcoming its new mistress, as Artemis stepped back a few minutes later, allowing the entire population of Olympus to gaze at the new goddess.

Her normal punk attire was replaced by armour over a short, knee-length dress, her tiara on her brow and Aegis and her electric spear in her hands. A fitting image for a warrior goddess.

The smile on Percy's face only widened as she was welcomed back enthusiastically by the other Hunters sitting at the foot of Artemis' throne.

Next, Piper, Will and Nico. Piper became the goddess of marriage and family thanks to Aphrodite, Will was given the title of the Lord of the Skies by Apollo, while Hades made Nico a God of War, Ghosts and the Dead.

The joy of the gay couple as they were granted complete immortality, able to live with each other for eternity, was more than infectious.

Percy clicked his tongue. He had to take out Nico for a spin in the Dark Council sometime in the future. He would talk with Hades, he wanted to be the one to introduce Nico to their secret world.

He shot a small smile at Piper, who returned it giddily. Reyna would be offered godhood a few days later when the Romans would be told the news, at the Roman Camp. He would offer Frank and Hazel godhood, too. Of course, it was their decision, he wouldn't think any different of them in either case.

Leo denied his offered godhood, which Percy only laughed at. The son of Hephaestus never failed to one-up him. Something the Dark god respected. It would only suck that he would die one day, that Percy would never have a bromance as deep as the one he shared with the Latino elf lookalike.

Bromance was a part of LGBTQ+, after all. The B stands for bromance, and even Athena can't convince Percy otherwise. Perhaps you're feeling confident enough to give it a try?

Percy respected Leo's wishes, but that didn't mean it didn't hurt.

The rest of the evening passed in a blur, and even at midnight, the celebrations were going strong.

He sighed as he watched the people laugh and enjoy themselves, dancing and singing in the streets of Olympus, the sound of Asteria's singing filling the entire world.

The rain had stopped, cooling the night and filling the air with a fresh sweetness that rejuvenated everyone present.

Drinks were exchanged, inhibitions were lowered, and Percy had to struggle to keep overeager girls trying to thank him for getting rid of Zeus, away from him.

That's why he was here, on the outskirts of Olympus.

Percy looked down at his goblet- yes, he was a god now, they didn't use cups- swirling the wine inside. Although they had won today, he felt empty inside. Fighting didn't give him the gratification it used to. Well, it did, but the excitement did not linger. He supposed that was the price one had to pay to be the strongest, the best.

Sighing softly, he raised the goblet to his lips, taking a small sip as he looked out at the world below.

From this height, New York was just a glimmer of golden lights, like fireflies, evoking fond memories of the Big Apple in the Dark god.

"Hey, Percy."

Percy turned back, caught off guard by the soft voice, yet relaxing as soon as he caught a whiff of the undeniable scent.

"Hey, Artemis. What's cooking?" He fired back, turning back to stare out at New York, joined by the moon goddess.

"Nothing. I'm just happy." She whispered, leaning into Percy's chest as she stared out at the world.

Percy's heartbeat quickened as he felt her warmth, her lithe body nestled against his chest. She was wearing an off shoulders silver dress that clung to her curves, showing off her well-toned body. Her auburn hair was let down, flowing like a fiery waterfall that just added to her beauty, her pale skin almost glowing silver in the moonlight.

"If you're happy, why are you here?" Percy asked, wrapping an arm around her waist and squeezing her softly. The sound of the people merry-making reached his ears.

"Nothing, just came to find you." She turned to look up at him, her innocent silver eyes making Percy's voice catch in his throat. Fuck.

She smiled, a beautiful smile that deserved to be immortalized, captured in time. "Care for a dance?"

She laughed as she waltzed out of Percy's arms, teasingly sashaying her way back to the party, knowing Percy's eyes were locked onto her tight ass, accentuated by her dress.

Percy gulped, before a smile broke out on his lips at the moon goddess' antics.

Perhaps this was what he fought for.

It was something worth fighting for.

Chapter 67: Hatred's Home: Part 1

Time: A Few Days Later, I guess

Percy stared at Styx, slightly incredulous.

"Yeah, this is the best spot for a picnic, I agree. Singing of birds? Hah, nothing beats the screams of the damned. The poisonous air is medicine for my lungs. So refreshing. 10 out of 10." He tried to keep it under control, he really did, but the words dripping with sarcasm just managed to escape his lips, almost on autopilot.

"Shut up, Jackson." Styx snapped back, "I'll have you know, this is the best spot for a picnic I know of."

"Yeah, because KFC and Burger King weren't metal enough. I know, I like metal, too, but this is taking it to an extreme."

He was on a picnic with Styx. Just to blow some steam off, the last few days were rather hard work for everybody on Olympus. The entire city was undergoing a renovation, with no threat and nobody lording over reasonable spending. Contrary to the entire world's belief, the Olympian coffers weren't unlimited, for some reason, and even with the accounts of those who had suddenly disappeared *cough cough* swelling their funds, it was driving Percy crazy. As the slayer of the previous ruler, everyone seemed to turn to Percy as a leader by default, despite it being a democracy, and the long hours of numbers and finances and shit was driving him off the rails.

With Athena occupied with architecture and all that, he had nobody to shove the work off to. Everyone, except Reyna and Rachel, perhaps, was as hopeless as him when it came to all that.

So, this came a breath of fresh air. Of poisonous air, whichever you prefer.

Why?

Because they were having a picnic by the river Styx, in a desolate part of the Underworld, close to the entrance of Tartarus, a desolate, deserted place where he had been dragged by the goddess of Hatred, the nymph of the river Styx, for a picnic.

Percy stared out at what seemed like an endless black hole, with jagged rocks and crags sure to tear up even the toughest of people. The entrance to Tartarus brought back memories, and even though Percy knew he could waltz through Tartarus without even batting an eye, it was an experience he wasn't eager to relive.

Except for the Annabeth part. He could always relive the Annabeth part.

"I missed this." The Dark goddess in question whispered softly in a nostalgic voice, making a smile break out on Percy's face at her soft tone, as he was torn from his thoughts.

Removing his gaze from the gaping emptiness of Tartarus and his somewhat philosophical pondering on mortality, Percy stared at the smiling goddess.

Such beauty did not belong to a goddess of hatred, he summarized, but then again, he was an even Darker god, and his girls seemed to think that he was the most beautiful thing ever.

Not to be arrogant or anything, but, even if it was the only thing he realised after all these years, it was that Percy Jackson was hot. Even more than the Primordial Eros, according to Nyx. Percy, for his part, didn't understand how, but the world worked in weird ways, and he was too occupied otherwise to make head or tail of it.

Feeling lazy, Percy sauntered over to the blanket Styx had laid out on the rocky ground, plopping his butt unceremoniously, before, inevitably, stretching out lazily on the blanket, folding his arms behind his head to cushion himself.

"Hey, I wasn't done yet!" Styx spoke angrily, standing with her hands on her waist, casting a shadow over him.

Looking over her, the Dark god felt his lips twitch upwards, she looked cute when she was angry. Something he couldn't ever imagine himself saying during his time as a demigod, then, every immortal was scary, devious and dangerous.

But now, he found most of them cute. Either because they were really cute, as in this case, or because their pathetic, pitiable existence was amusing.

Shit. He was exhibiting symptoms of thinking like an immortal, just instead of looking down on mortals, he looked down on fellow immortals. Fuck, was this better or worse?

He was brought out of his musings by Styx angrily stomping her feet.

"Jackson!" She shouted dangerously, in a manner eerily reminiscent of Thalia, what with her punk outfit and all, but Percy could only manage a smirk, "Get your sorry ass off the blanket. You only get to lie down when I tell you to. And no sleeping!"

"Yeah, yeah, whatever you say, princess." Percy waved her off lazily, not making any effort to move his body.

"You're infuriating, you know that?" Styx noted, trying her best to push him off the cloth.

"Yeah, I've been told that innumerable times," Percy repeated easily, rolling over so that Styx was pushing at his back, with little result.

"Gah!" She finally gave up with a frustrated huff, making Percy laugh.

"You think it's funny, do you?" She snapped back at him like a cute but sharp, angry little hedgehog,

Percy tried not to respond, but years of being annoying had turned that almost instinctive, "Yeah, I think it's hilarious. The next Mr. Bean."

Styx did not respond to that, partly because she didn't know who Mr. Bean was, and partly because she was occupied trying her best to spread out the blanket fully, hindered by the Dark god's massive body sprawled across most of it.

"Hmph." She harrumphed childishly as she finally sat down beside his head, not saying anything.

"Aww, you're gonna continue with the silent treatment?" Percy spoke teasingly, rolling over to nuzzle her stocking-clad knee. The blanket was surprisingly soft, and somehow kept him from feeling the sharpness of the small, spiky rocks scattered beneath.

"You're annoying." Was her response as she turned away, making Percy laugh at her childishness, though, who was he to say?

He sat up, trying to stifle his laughter as he raised his hands in a placating manner, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry! It was my fault."

Seeing her still ignore him, Percy chuckled slightly, before shuffling over to the Dark goddess, and pulling her into a hug.

She initially resisted, but it did not last long as Styx melted into Percy's embrace, leaning into his chest as she balled her fists in his shirt, tugging needily. Her hot face was buried in his chest to hide her slight golden blush, making Percy laugh at her futile attempt- he could easily feel her flustered heat against his skin, through the thin fabric of his shirt.

"You really love this place, don't you? I know what I would do if someone insulted my home, and my reaction wouldn't be much different from yours."

Styx did not respond, merely nodding into his chest, too shy to look up at him.

Percy's lips curled upwards in a smile as he allowed himself to fall backwards, sprawling across the soft blanket and bringing the Dark goddess with him, eliciting a cute yelp from her in the process.

Styx glared at him for that, trying to vaporize him with her gaze, dark eyes flashing dangerously, carrying a potent threat that would make most shiver and cower.

But not Percy.

He only managed a smile at her position, on his chest, her arms inadvertently hugging him back. His strong grip on her forced her to stay glued to his chiselled abdomen, her chin resting on his sternum somewhat uncomfortably as she glared up at him, her angry expression hiding the joy and happiness she derived from being in that position.

Styx sincerely hoped that Percy could not see her true emotions in her eyes.

"Goddess of hatred." He started, surprising her by the use of her title, and making her look up at him questioningly, her feigned anger lost somewhere in the love she held for the dense Dark god, the joy she felt through his mere presence.

"Where is your home?" He asked softly, his voice almost with a musical quality.

Styx looked at him quizzically, before realization dawned in her eyes.

"My home is with you, Master." Her soft, delectable ruby lips parted to let out the words he so yearned to hear, making a bright, goofy smile break out on his features, surpassing the surprise he felt at hearing her speak the 'M-word by a large margin.

Styx continued, fixating on his smile and apparently ignorant of the other effect her words were having on him. "Yes, my home is with you, Master, wherever you are. Wherever the other girls are. Even if it is in the depths of Tartarus, my home is wherever you think is best for me. I might be nostalgic of other places, but in the end, I'll always return to you, even if you no longer have any need for me."

She sniffled as her voice cracked slightly, hiding her face back in Percy's chest to hide the tears. "I love you, Master."

She could almost feel Percy's happiness radiating off him, the loud thumping of his heart against his ribs bringing a smile to her own face.

"I love you, too, little River of hope and promise." His words soft and caring, his grip on her tightening, almost to an uncomfortable extent to show his unquenchable thirst for her, for her mind and body, for her power and her very presence. And despite his relentless, suffocating grip on her, Styx suspected she would never be truly uncomfortable at whatever Percy did to her.

And so it was, two Dark beings of hatred and despair, filled with hope and happiness and smiling at each other at the edges of the Underworld. So poetic.

The smile never left Percy's face as he lay with Styx on the blanket, staring up at the ceiling of the Underworld. Well, not the ceiling, but in the general direction where the ceiling was supposed to be- it was so high that it faded into darkness, despite there being no visible source of light illuminating the Underworld, creating a sense of staring into the abyss, except it was above them and not beneath.

Styx had wriggled around in Percy's arms until she faced the ceiling, too, smiling as she snuggled into Percy's body, her back pressed against his chiselled abs and chest, her head nestled perfectly against the crook of his neck. His warmth comforting and addictive.

Percy shifted uncomfortably as he tried to hide the growing bulge in his shorts as he held the goddess of hatred in his arms, trying to ignore the delicious way in which her tight, leather jeans-clad ass was rubbing his crotch, trying not to let her know of his discomfort, or the reason.

That would lead to a very awkward situation, and breaking the comfortable silence they had sunk into was the last thing on Percy's mind.

Making sure that she was indeed engrossed with staring into the abyss of the ceiling of the Underworld above them, Percy took the opportunity to admire the goddess in his arms.

She was dressed in a black off-shoulder tank top that read 'Fuck you, bitch' in a white, stylized font. However, instead of snorting at the text, Percy was more occupied with the pale, creamy skin she was showing, her shoulders looking as delicious as the rest of her, flushed slightly pink. His eyes travelled upwards to her pale neck, and even though Percy was not a vampire, he had never been hit with such a desire to sink his teeth into a neck and drink blood. Her skin almost as pale as paper and yet with a lively glow, contrasted his tanned, bronze skin perfectly.

Eyes as dark as the gaping, endless abyss were accompanied by plump ruby lips that made Percy's entire being cry in hunger.

Her tank top showed off her definitely above average bust, with only a hint of cleavage that he struggled to keep his eyes away from. Perky c-cup tits, round and firm with zero sag, that Percy would love to hug his face and nurse on.

Percy gulped, trying to ignore the twitch and throb in the tight confines of his boxers. Her scent in his nose, the softness of her dark, silky locks against his chin, was making his body go haywire.

Her toned stomach led to a slim waist and a gentle swell of her hips, ending in long, slender legs clad in tight, sleek studded leather jeans, ending in black combat boots on her feet.

Styx wriggled in his arms, looking up at him with wide, innocent eyes that held a silent plea. "Master, do you want to go for a swim?"

"I'm always up for a swim." The Dark god smiled down at her. "But where?"

Her dark eyes twinkled mischievously. "In the Styx. And don't worry, I won't hurt you."

Her eyes, with a sinister, predatory shine to them, followed the bob of his Adam's apple as he gulped nervously.

And so it was, a few minutes later, Percy stared at Styx as she laughed and splashed around in her own river, with only a skimpy bikini to hide her delectable, lithe body from his gaze, laughing at the Dark god's cowardice. "Come on, Master! It's so fun here!"

He stood at the edge of the river, in only a pair of blue and neon green swimming shorts, hugging himself for protection against the non-existent cold, as well as Styx's wandering gaze.

"It's not funny!" He snapped at her. "I remember the last time I swam in the Styx, Styx, and let me tell you, it wasn't a fun experience at all."

"It was, for me."

He growled, before throwing all caution to the wind.

Styx gasped as she felt a body hit her, taking her under, wrestling and trying to fight her in a playful manner. Her surprise was immediately followed by an outburst of uncontrollable, musical giggling, that soothed and irritated Percy's nerves at the same time.

"So, all-powerful Dark god, did it hurt?"

It was Percy's turn to blush, looking away as his cheeks tinged golden. "No."

Styx blew him a raspberry, before swimming away. Percy noted that both of them could hold their breath, and talk underwater, though he supposed it was because she was the river's nymph, and had granted him, as a son of Poseidon and her Master, access to her river.

Yeah, that. He still hadn't asked her about the Master bit.

Styx swam ahead, treating Percy to an eyeful of her cute rear and thighs in only a skimpy, black bikini bottom that made him gulp.

Shit.

Cursing his perverted nature and shaking his head to clear the cobwebs of lust settling on his mind, he followed the goddess, complying with her silent request.

"So, where are we going?" He asked, increasing his pace to fall in line beside Styx, his words making her look sideways towards him.

"Nowhere in particular." She answered cryptically, laughing at the disbelieving look he threw her.

"Yeah, yeah, we are going somewhere." She conceded, before playfully tackling him with her shoulder. "But saying it would ruin the surprise, now, wouldn't it?"

Alright, she had a point.

Knowing she had won this argument, Styx smiled smugly, leaning in to place a soft kiss on Percy's cheek. "I love you."

His response was immediate. "I love you, too."

Her laughter was music to everything living in the river as she booped his nose, before swimming away, leaving the Dark god to chase her playfully.

They descended into a comfortable silence as they swam side by side upriver, ignoring the strong current, occasionally bumping into each other intentionally, only to feel the other's smooth skin on theirs.

"You aren't admiring the beauty of my river!" Styx stopped them suddenly with her words, making him raise an eyebrow. It was true, the river was beautiful, being cleaned every week by Hades' workers on his orders.

"And why is that?"

"Because you're too busy staring at my ass," Styx complained playfully, swatting Percy's arm. "Pervert."

"It's not like you have a problem with it." He flirted back, knowing his words to be the complete and utter truth.

Her smile turned predatory suddenly, sending shivers down his back as she swam in close, her plump lips brushing his ear.

"No, I don't." Her tone was breathy and lustful, her eyes hooded and glazed over, allowing him insight at the effect his gaze was having on her. "But I do have a problem with you not paying attention to these."

Having a good idea as to what she was referring to, Percy could not help his eyes dipping down towards her chest, his cock twitching as he watched her hands cup her large, C-cup tits, squeezing them together to accentuate her chest, almost making him drool in the process. His fingers twitched to rip off the annoying black bikini that kept him from her naked flesh, but he resisted.

Styx laughed at his reaction, making him blush in embarrassment, before swimming around the Dark god and hooking her arms around his neck, so that she was pressed against his back. "I was serious, though."

That didn't help, nor did the feeling of her delicious tits mashed against his back.

"I'm feeling lazy. Carry me, steed." She spoke, pressing her face against his neck. "This will also let you admire my river." She couldn't help but add cheekily.

Percy smiled at her, resuming his swim upstream. It was true, the river was beautiful.

The riverbed like any regular river on steroids, with shiny stones of various interesting shapes, smoothed by the river over millennia, the fertile soil dark, with several weeds and beautiful aquatic plants growing in them, a beautiful green in colour, waving like flags of nature in the river current.

None of them were identifiable to Percy, of course, despite his Poseidon heritage, a completely alien species of plants not found anywhere over the Earth's surface. Precious stones like rubies and emeralds littered the riverbed, the light forming beautiful red patterns on the riverbed, swirling and dancing as Percy swam by.

"Yes, you were right, Styx. They are beautiful." He spoke, his voice holding unadulterated wonder at this ecosystem, similar, yet unlike anything found on the surface. He manoeuvred around a soul, looking like an aimless, translucent jellyfish, just bobbing in the water.

He realised that it was probably the soul of some mortal who had failed to keep an oath on the Styx, but even that realization failed to put a damper on his mood. They were dark deities, it was just who they were. Also, it was not like the soul was just an isolated incident. There were hundreds and thousands of such soul-jellyfish, bobbing and swimming aimlessly in the river.

His hands reached back, holding her thighs and clutching her needily to his body, his fingers sinking into her soft, creamy flesh and making Styx moan softly into his ear at his rough grip on her sensitive skin.

Percy wriggled around in Styx's arms, so that he was facing her, his back to the riverbed in a backstroke position as he continued to paddle upstream, the two lovers just holding each other, intoxicated by the other's presence.

Styx smiled at Percy as she unhooked her arms from around his neck, instead placing them on his broad chest, leaning up to kiss him softly on the lips.

They broke apart after a moment, smiling goofily at each other.

Styx laid her head on Percy's chest, listening to his heartbeat and enjoying the contrast of his warmth, and the equally comfortable chill of her river around them. He continued to hold her, trying to not let his hands wander as he looked up at the surface of the river, staring at the world above through the water.

"Percy, stop."

Feeling his lover shift, Percy looked down, eyebrow raised.

"There." He let her go, instead looking in the direction where she was pointing. A hole in the riverbed, like the lair of some large, predatory animal.

Percy smiled, following the goddess into the small tunnel that the hole led to.

He gasped involuntarily when his head broke the water, watching Styx smile at him, offering an extended hand to help him up.

If he was surprised by her dryness after the last hour- possibly two- they had spent under the river, Percy did not let it show as he was helped up the goddess. It was probably because she was the river's nymph, as such, she did not get wet from the water of the Styx.

"How do you like my home, Percy?"

For the first time, he seemed to realize that they were no longer in the Underworld. Instead, they were in a somewhat small room, with humble furniture. A table to the side, with two chairs, a small television in the centre with a comfortable looking, scarlet armchair in front. It was connected to what looked like a kitchen, with another closed door probably leading to a bedroom.

"This is your home?" Percy asked, making Styx nod. "It's simpler than I would have ever guessed."

He didn't know what he had really guessed. Honestly, it had never crossed his mind that Styx needed a normal home in her river. She couldn't possibly live underwater 24/7, even though it might not hurt her, it was just not plausible.

This looked like something right out from the Wind in the Willows, which Annabeth had read to him one day.

He looked down at her, smiling. "I love it."

Any lingering nervousness in her eyes cleared away to give way to delight, as she smiled at Percy, pushing him into the armchair. "Great! You must be hungry right now. Let me fix us something, you watch TV meanwhile."

Percy opened his mouth to protest, that he wanted to help her, but Styx was gone in a flash, having put on some shit Percy couldn't care less about, on the TV.

He slumped back in the armchair, sinking into the soft leather. The water of the Styx that led back to the river glistened in the light.

But Percy was more occupied with watching the cute little Dark goddess prancing about in the kitchen adjoining the room, trying to stifle the growls building up in his throat at watching his real food dance about in front of him, beautifully presented.

He did not bother changing out of his swimming shorts, following her lead. His eyes hungrily watched her rear wiggle as she danced to a non-existent rhythm as she cooked, not giving Percy any hint if she was doing that for his benefit. His enhanced eyesight enabled him to follow every single delectable jiggle and bounce of her cute ass with great detail, the way the soft flesh of her thighs moved and her hips moved.

Percy growled, not sure if he should rise and attack her from behind, or let her continue. Eventually, his respect won out, but only by a narrow margin, aided by the knowledge that she liked being watched by him, her earlier comments ringing in his ears.

Time seemed to pass too soon, and before he knew it, Styx's hypnotic dance ceased, and she sauntered towards him, holding a steaming bowl of food. Mac and cheese, Percy observed after a few moments.

"How do you like the show, Percy?" She asked, smiling softly at him.

"One of the best shows I have ever watched." He smiled back, his eyes dark with barely restrained lust. He knew that both of them knew which show he was talking about.

"Great. I'm glad." His words seemed to inspire Styx to add extra sway to her sexy hips, drawing his eyes to her thighs and the way she sashayed up to him.

"You're hungry, aren't you?" She asked sweetly, sitting sideways in Percy's lap and draping her legs over the side of the armchair, placing the bowl of Mac and cheese in her lap as she snuggled into Percy's chest.

She wiggled her hips, emphasizing her words by rubbing her butt against Percy's raging erection and making him growl, both at her words and actions.

Styx laughed at that. "Come on, Percy. Lunch first."

Saying so, she cupped his face, lovingly spooning a mouthful of warm cheesy goodness into Percy's mouth. He indulged her, eating the Mac and cheese that she fed him, his dark sea-green eyes never leaving hers. His arms wrapped around her waist and shoulders, holding her as close as he could in his lap, almost possessively.

The TV ran on forgotten in the background, bathing them in a gentle glow.

"Aren't you gonna eat?" Percy asked softly, nuzzling his goddess' silky black hair.

In response, Styx took a spoonful of Mac and Cheese.

Eventually, the bowl was emptied in peaceful, comfortable silence, the two just enjoying each other's presence, the feeling of skin on skin, the warmth they shared.

Styx kept the bowl aside, floating it over to the table as she straddled Percy properly. Now it was only the two of them, no distractions, no delays. Her thighs trapped his legs, pressing her crotch directly against his raging, throbbing erection, separated only by his swimming shorts and her bikini bottom.

Styx's smile turned predatory as she stared down at the Dark god, who smirked up at her.

"Now, Mr. Jackson. Where were we?"

Without allowing him to answer, she swooped in, devouring his lips hungrily.

Percy's only response was to wrap his arms around her waist, pulling her closer to him, his hands cupping her ass.

This was it.

This was Hatred's true Home.

Chapter 68: Hatred's Home: Part 2

Time: Same Time

Percy searched for the TV remote with his hand, his other arm still wrapped around the slim waist of the beautiful nymph goddess, reluctant to let her go, not that she would leave his touch of her own free will.

Their lips moved against each other in tandem, kissing feverishly and leaving each other's lips swollen. Tongues dancing together, fingers sending each other fleeting touches, burning with desire and always hungry for more.

Percy's musky scent was intoxicating, like a natural aphrodisiac in and of itself, making Styx feel lightheaded, wondering what sort of magic this was, that he could pull off so effortlessly to make the goddess of hatred feel so helplessly needy and weak-kneed, like a lovesick schoolgirl.

Half lidded onyx eyes gazed at sea green, shining with love, diluted by the sinful lust dancing in them, glazed over with a singleminded bestial nature, a primitive objective carved deep in her very genes.

The volcano dormant for so long, erupted finally, given release, finding expression in the sultry moan Styx emitted into his mouth, her velvety tongue entangled with his.

Percy's lips twitched upwards in a lustful half-smile, as she detached herself from his lips, her delectable, soft and full pink lips glistening with saliva, slightly bruised and swollen. Leaning down, she gave him a gentle peck on his lips, before travelling downwards.

His search for the TV remote ended, his fingers clasping the cold plastic and searching for the right button all on their own. In no time, he had the annoying screen promptly turned off, before tossing the remote somewhere deeper into the room, where it lay forgotten, and where it would lie forgotten till the next morning, or perhaps even later.

Percy groaned, his possessive grip on the sexy little minx in his lap tightening, as he felt her lips trail down his neck, peppering his jaw with gentle kisses and leaving a glistening trail of saliva. Determined to leave a mark, a reminder of the awesome night he spent with her, she latched on to a random spot on the side of his neck, sucking on his jugular vein and twirling her hot, silky tongue on his skin, trying to coax a groan from the Dark god's lips. Her hands continued to wander his body, groping and rubbing his chest and abs, lightly tracing the bumpy scar tissue before softly running her delicate fingers over the smooth, impeccably tanned bronze skin.

Percy let her have her fun, for now, as he made himself content with playing the ample, soft flesh on her behind.

Feeling confident, he softly trailed his rough fingers along the smooth skin of her waist, enjoying her muted shivers at his ghosting touch. His one hand ran along the length of her spine, placing his hand on her smooth back as his other hand played with the strings of her bikini bottom, almost on autopilot, seemingly with a mind of their very own.

He pulled, and the strings tied in an intricate, stylish knot gave way easily, like smooth silk, allowing him to easily remove the flimsy piece of clothing and toss it away, allowing him unrestricted access to the best prize of all.

His hands went to work, doing their magic and drawing the desired reactions from Styx, making her mewl and moan and writhe on his chest in ecstasy as his rough fingers played with her soft, bubble butt, molesting her behind shamelessly. Percy's rough fingers dug into her smooth, pale creamy skin as he squeezed her asscheeks harshly, a sadistic gleam in his normally kind eyes that made her shiver.

"You like that, goddess?" He growled out, making her asscheeks jiggle in his hand for emphasis and making Styx whimper.

Feeling weak, she bit down harshly on Percy's shoulder, trying to keep the shaking of her body to an absolute minimum as she weakly shook her head in the negative. Although he barely felt it at that moment, high on lust and adrenaline, Percy was sure it would leave a mark the next morning.

Percy felt his lips twitch as he felt her shake her head from side to side, not letting go of her sharp bite on his shoulder.

"Alright, you don't like that?" He repeated, pressing and probing her soft behind with his fingers, exploring and making a mental map of all her sensitive spots.

He was hopeless when it came to studies, be it mortal or immortal, but give him a fighting technique or girl, he would engrave them both without discrimination in his brain for all eternity.

His fingers probed and groped her ass, pinching her soft skin occasionally and leaving red marks on her pale flesh. He spread her asscheeks in his hands, making her blush as he probed and explored her tight, pink virgin asshole with his rough fingers, learning the terrain of the land.

Percy grinned as he felt Styx shiver and tremble in his arms as he pressed his fingers against her asshole, just dancing around her rim but never entering, denying her of the pleasure she so craved. His rough hands palmed her soft ass greedily, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as his hands wandered back to her slim waist, holding on to her tightly.

"You like that?" He repeated, teasing the goddess.

Styx hesitated, taking longer to answer, unsure of her response.

She seemed to take too long for him to wait, making Percy resume groping her ass shamelessly, squeezing and making her perfect, fat asscheeks jiggle in his hands.

Blushing, Styx finally decided on an answer. Meekly, she shook her head no, again. Her teeth did not leave the skin of his shoulder, but she had now reverted to sucking on his skin and leaving a near-permanent hickey, her tong swirling around his skin. This change was wrought as much by the desire to taste his skin and to leave a hickey, as it was by the ache in her jaw from biting down for so long in solid muscle that felt like steel.

"Alright, goddess. Level 2, then?" Percy smirked at the shiver that ran down her body, as his hands crept up her back.

"P-please....."

"Call me Master. Or sir. Or Daddy, whichever you prefer." Percy offered the goddess, feeling generous. His fingers tugged at the strings at the back of her bikini top, never allowing her the things she wanted as long as she did not acknowledge the effect he had on her.

"Please, Percy...." Styx begged her cruel lover as he withheld the pleasure she so craved, that she knew only he could give her. He could quench her insatiable thirst, but he wouldn't.

Styx loathed feeling submissive. She ruled, she tortured souls, she hated everything. She was one of the most feared goddesses, and here was this Dark god treating her like a common everyday whore. She would not submit to him, not today, not ever. He would be the one to call her mistress, not the other way around.

Percy seemed to have picked up on her thoughts, as he leaned in to whisper huskies in her ear, "No use resisting, princess. You will be mine by the end of this night, I promise you that. The question is, when?"

Styx hated the shivers that ran down her entire body, or the juices leaking from her exposed cunt at his words. Her body betrayed her, feminine sounds building up in the back of her throat as her clit throbbed for his attention, her entire body aflame with desire that only he could sate.

She grinned shakily back at him, propping herself up on his chest with her hands. She could feel his heart beating against his ribs, making her smirk at the effect she had on him.

Trying to ignore the effects he was having on her, she tried to maintain any semblance of control over the situation.

"Bold words, Jackson. Think you can back it up? Or will you be the one on your knees before the night is over?"

He smirked right back at her. "We will just have to see, Styx."

Her fingers twitched for the whip she had used on countless others before him, for torture. This time, her whip begged to be used to control this beast before her.

Even an apex predator could be tamed if you had them by the throat.

Deciding to play it safe, her retreat aided by the knowledge that no amount of pain would be able to stimulate Percy's battle-hardened body, Styx smirked back at him devilishly.

Trying to edge him, she reached back, arching her back to accentuate her breasts as she undid her bikini top, flinging it to the side and allowing her unrestrained tits to lie bare before the ravenous Dark god.

Her tits were perfection incarnate, and yes, nobody said that Styx, on her worse days, wasn't as vain as Aphrodite.

Milky, creamy tits that screamed perfection, perfectly contrasting Percy's dark tone, round and firm on her chest, perky and firm with zero sag, despite their size and weight, even without a bra. Topped with twin cherry nipples that just begged to have his lips wrapped around her sensitive nubs, stiff and poking into the air perkily. Her soft flesh jiggled and bounced gently with every breath she took, and she had seen Percy's eyes fixated on their jiggle countless times back on Ogygia.

But now, when her boobs were bared naked for him to admire and worship reverently, barely inches from his eyes and the warm, velvet lips that Styx wanted hungrily suckling on her tits so bad, he seemed less than impressed. His eyes dipped downwards to her chest as she had expected, but instead of lingering endlessly, he flicked his eyes back up to hers without missing a beat, almost looking bored out of his mind.

"You don't like my tits?" Styx spoke sultrily, trying to hide the shakiness in her voice, trying to ignore the slight cracking of her heart.

"They're a nice pair, but I've seen better," Percy smirked internally at her distress. He had her right where he wanted her, now, to wait.

"Oh, really? Like who?" She replied, trying not to lose in their little game of cat and mouse, no matter how hard Percy made it for her. She accentuated her words with a little shake of her tits, that made her soft boobs bounce and sway side to side, like a luscious, forbidden fruit someone was hanging right in front of Percy's lips.

No matter how much his instincts were screaming at him to take her right then and there, to feast on her body, Percy resisted, clamping down as hard as he could on his self-control. His facial muscles and eyes hurt from the sheer effort it took to keep up his nonchalant facade, to keep his eyes from following her nipples like a snake follows the charmer.

"Like Aphrodite. Annabeth. Artemis. Calypso. Nyx. Hestia. Piper. Drew. Rachel. Even Thalia and Reyna. Better than yours. Tut tut." He clicked his tongue. "4 out of 10. Below average."

His words tore a threatening growl from her throat, making him smirk at her desperation.

"You think you're so great, don't you, Jackson?" She snarled at him, pushing her hips back at his crotch and feeling his massive boner, perhaps even bigger and thicker than a horse's, surely as large as her arm.

Her words faltered as she tried to stifle the whimper from escaping her lips. Her cunt was leaking copious amounts of juices, and as much as she tried to stop it, her hypnotizing hips moved on autopilot, grinding her sopping wetness against his throbbing manhood, separated from his thick meat only by the fabric of his swimming shorts.

"You were saying?"

Styx shook her head to clear the fog in her mind, making her silky raven locks shake from side to side and trying to erect her best smirk on her lips, trying to ignore the feeling of Percy's cock against her cunt. She shouldn't be this weak, she had something to prove here!

"Ye-yes...." She cursed herself for stuttering, clearing her throat. "You are just a little boy, Jackson. Let me show you how adults have fun."

Her words were sultrily spoken, as she let her hand trail down towards the massive tent in his swimming shorts.

Her fingers ghosted across the bulge in his shorts, feeling his throb needily under her touch.

Styx felt a grin twist her lips. "My, my. You're such a big boy..... your dick is small, but big for a little boy.... Don't worry, you'll grow. You can't compare with my smallest dildo, yes, but I'm sure I'll mould you into the best you'll ever be, little boy."

Her pussy quivered at her own contradictory words. Percy's cock felt like only his head would rip her body in half, that he would own her everything with only a single word. So thick, hard and long... Styx could only pray to whatever deities would listen that she would be able to take his dick without losing her mind, or breaking her body.

Her trash talk brought a predatory grin to Percy's lips.

His grin widened as Styx leaned down to press a wet kiss to his lips, acting like she was the dom. Perhaps she was, even if she was, Percy was sure he could make a sadomasochistic switch out of her by the end of the night.

Her fingers dipped underneath the waistband of Percy's swimming shorts, making Styx let out an involuntary gasp of shock and surprise, mixed with satisfaction, as her delicate fingertips touched Percy's cockhead, slick and glistening with musky precum.

The swimming shorts seemed to act as an insulator, only magnifying the already maddening heat of his dick, as Styx wrapped her soft hand around his head, trying to find his sensitive spots as she tried to stroke him, give him a sloppy handjob to edge him closer to climax, before she intended to take away her hand, to try and break him in.

Her pussy quivered and gushed as she felt her hand slide over his oversized man meat, feeling every ridge and throbbing vein in hyper definition against the soft skin of her sensitive hand.

Percy felt himself growl possessively as Styx stroked his cock as slowly as she could, driving him crazy at her pace.

The goddess of hatred only purred sultrily into Percy's lips as she continued gently stroking him, enjoying the reactions of his body as she kissed him deeply, her hand full of his thick meat, her other entangled in his hair.

Her nimble fingers danced around his sensitive head, teasing him, twisting to add to his pleasure and edge him ever closer to orgasm, yet never allowing herself to yield to her body's carnal desires to take him and ride him raw for hours. His precum smeared his skin, lubing his cock up nicely and making it glisten, slick with his fluids.

Once she thought that he would climax, not that she knew Percy would not come so easily, Styx pulled away, leaving him throbbing uncontrollably, his monster cock stiff and erect, bobbing up and down, its bulbous head glistening as it strained towards her.

She could not help but giggle nervously at his thick, veiny monster, as large and thick as her arm, remembering her earlier, insulting words of him being small. He was the largest she had ever seen, and judging by the stories shared by the others, he knew how to use his tool. The question was, could he handle her?

Styx smiled predatorily, giving Percy's head a sharp jerk by her grip on his raven hair.

His sadistic grin did not falter, nor the predatory gleam in his eyes dim, as he watched her like a tiger watches a deer prance about in front of it, flaunting itself.

"Time to be a good slave and service me, boy." Styx purred sultrily, trying to gauge the effect calling him boy, had on him.

He did not miss a beat, obediently lifting himself from the couch and kneeling in front of her, knowing what she wanted, and making the sadistic Dark goddess grin at his submission.

Oh, hardly did she know, what was to come. The thought made him cackle evilly inside.

Styx sauntered up to the couch, with her hips hypnotically sashaying from side to side, taking a moment to push her delicious looking bubble butt into Percy's face on the way, not that he was complaining. He was gonna eat it later anyway, but on his own terms.

She reclined into the soft couch with a sigh, spreading her thighs and presenting the waiting Dark god with a perfect, tight and wet, little pussy.

"Come on, Jackson, I'm waiting." She gave a seductive little wiggle of her hips to break Percy out of the staring match he was having with her cunt.

Grinning, Percy eagerly dove in for what he believed was going to be a hearty meal.

Peppering soft kisses to her fat, puffy pussy lips to make a mental note of all her sensitive spots, he continued to circle her lips, never diving in, trying to hold out on giving Styx the pleasure she craved. Her arousal was evident from the juices gushing from her cunt and the erotic, muffled sounds she was making. Just a pity Percy couldn't actually see her expression, but it was enough to spur him on.

His arms hooked around her thighs, his hands cupping her asscheeks and pulling her crotch closer to his face.

His tongue circled around her glistening cunt, tasting her saccharine juices on his tongue and lathering her soft, smooth skin with his saliva. Her flesh was warm and soft, just the perfect combination of fat and muscle that continued to draw Percy in to take soft bites and playful nibbles out of.

He continued to tease her, beginning the process to make the strong, obstinate goddess his.

"P-Percy, please~" Her pleas fell on deaf ears, her partner too occupied with teasing her to pay heed to her melting mind and body.

Percy pressed his face to her gushing cunt, ignoring the sweet juices smearing his lips and mouth in favour of the comfortable, lustful heat of arousal that radiated from her sweltering pussy, soothing on his face.

His lips captured her fat pussy lips in a passionate kiss, treating her lower lips like he would kiss her, just without the tongue, swapping saliva and her saccharine fluids.

Breaking apart with a gentle, lingering, loving kiss on her swollen lower lips, Percy licked his glistening lips, cleaning them of her fluids.

Turning his head to the side, he peppered kisses along the creamy flesh of her inner thighs, enjoying how she shivered as he kissed her sensitive, soft skin.

Finding a particularly sensitive spot, Percy latched on, deciding to put Styx on the receiving end of a love bite. Just, instead of somewhere exposed like her neck, he would leave his mark of ownership somewhere where she would always be reminded of his ownership.

Barely inches from her gushing pussy, he worked on leaving a hickey on the inside of her thigh, nibbling her soft creamy flesh and sucking on her sweet, fluid smeared skin, trying to gently coax a love bite into existence, ignorant of the effect his actions were having on his self-christened Mistress.

Her hips bucked towards his face at his torturous actions, fluids gushing from her tight cunt like a waterfall, and her eyes were wide open as she moaned and writhed on the couch.

Styx was a believer.

She was made to worship this Dark god, it was her sole purpose for existing. No use doubting the stories of the others, not a single bit of it was an exaggeration. He already had her on her toes, almost at an explosive orgasm's edge, and he had just been kissing around her thighs and the outside of her pussy.

Percy was on another level, and Styx could not help but accept that. She was a dom, but to an overpowering alpha like the Dark god, she would lovingly be his obedient sub, it was her destiny. To be a switch.

"P-Percy~" She continued to emit sultry moans to vocalise the toe-curling ecstasy his actions were bringing her, making her feel like she could just float off her couch and go off to Elysium.

And just when she was about to explode, Percy decided that his masterpiece was complete, detaching himself from her thigh to admire the glistening purple love bite blooming on her pale, creamy skin.

He pressed a loving kiss to the spot, his tongue darting out to lap up the saliva coating her skin.

Styx was torn between whether to fall on her knees and worship him for bringing her such ecstasy, or curse him for deliberately holding her from the heights of pleasure through his actions.

"Percy, p-please~" She begged him, no longer caring about her dignity.

Percy seemed to understand her wanton lust, her desire for release, or he was plain getting impatient, because he complied with her unspoken request.

Placing gentle, loving kisses on the insides of her thighs, Percy finally kissed her needy, sweltering cunt, his tongue immediately darting out to lap up the sweet juices gushing from her warmth, using his rough tongue to spread her fat pussy lips and gently ease inside.

Styx moaned, throwing her head back at the stimulation, feeling Percy's rough, velvet tongue work wonders on her sensitive pussy.

Her luscious thighs wrapped around his head, holding him in place with his face buried into her dripping snatch, her arm reaching down to fist his hair as he continued happily mucking away at her pussy, eliciting moans and mewls of delight from the goddess of hatred.

Her breaths came in heavy breathless gasps and pants as she tried to keep pace with his magical tongue, but it was a losing battle. It was all Styx could do to not lose composure, her thighs almost suffocating him as she leaned back, erotically vocalizing her ecstasy to the world. Her free hand snaked up her slim stomach involuntarily to grope her breasts, adding to the stimulation that was quickly edging her towards an explosive orgasm, the promised land she had once been denied cruelly by her lover.

Percy continued to hungrily slurp at her cunt, swallowing her sweet fluids with gusto, and making lewd gulping sounds, adding to the erotic cacophony of sounds Styx was making. His tongue writhed around her insides, gently stroking her velvet walls and tasting her delicious body straight from its source.

He retracted his tongue from her depths, continuing to lap at her pussy and peppering gentle kisses on her fat, swollen nether lips, making her moan softly.

He dove in for the kill.

Percy's lips latched onto the goddess' exposed clit, sucking ravenously on her sensitive nub like he would on her delicious, perky tits.

The reaction was immediate.

Styx screamed in pleasure, snapping her thighs around his head and continuing to encourage him with incoherent words and ecstatic cries, bucking her hips towards him as he continued to suck on her clit, adding gentle, playful nibbles here and there.

His stubbly, rough chin grazed her sensitive, sweltering cunt, sending shivers of pleasure up her spine, just adding to the oceans of pleasure his skilled mouth and tongue were inflicting on her. His hands continued to hold her down like a needy bitch as he sucked on her clit, adding gentle, playful nibbles here and there, holding her sensitive nub between his teeth and lashing it roughly with his tongue, revelling in the erotic sounds that he extracted from her delicious lips.

Her grip on his head never loosened, her thighs suffocating him, but in a delicious manner, sandwiching his skull between her strong, soft thighs. Her fingers in his hair tugged and pulled impatiently to match the rhythm of her hips grinding into his face, her body involuntarily bucking, yielding to his whims, to the whims his tongue and lips subjected her to.

And too soon for her liking, Styx was riding on the heights of pleasure once again, almost on the edge of climax.

And again, she was disappointed.

Percy pulled away with a smug grin on his face, easily overpowering the iron grip her thighs had on his head. His chin and lips were glistening with the same fluids that coated her thighs and puffy cunt lips, a continuous stream of aroused nectar gushing from her aroused pussy, that constantly craved the end that would never come.

"P-please, Percy~" Styx whimpered, throwing away all her dignity and faux-dominance to the wind in face of this all-encompassing tempest, a constant onslaught of pleasure that ebbed and rushed whenever she was least expecting it.

"I don't want a blue clit. Please.... finish me."

"You know the magic word, little river."

"Please, M-M-maste-ter." She stammered and stuttered in mortifying embarrassment after her futile display, tasting out the new words on her tongue.

For something so alien, Styx had never felt anything so familiar.

But she liked to dominate. She wanted to be the one on top. Then.... then why was her body reacting this way?

Percy stood up, towering over her and casting an intimidating shadow over the goddess of hatred. His impressive boner that she had only felt earlier, put into full view, pressing needily against her glistening pussy.

"Don't be afraid, little goddess." He sweet-talked her, spotting her hesitation. "I'll be careful."

"It's not that...." She averted her eyes, struggling to do so as her eyes refused to live his muscle packed chest.

She bit her lip, her teeth sinking into her soft flesh in a sexy gesture. "I..... I have always been on top."

"So have I." Percy's fingers stroked through her silky raven hair, soothing her. He cupped her cheek, his other hand trailing down her neck in a soothing manner, making her shiver and sending goosebumps up her skin as he ghosted fleeting touches, across her pale, smooth skin without giving her the stimulation she craved.

Styx's cheeks erupted in a small blush as he dipped his finger between her ample breasts, feeling her warmth as he trailed down her cleavage.

"P-Percy~"

"Being submissive to your partner is nothing to be ashamed of. Nor is being dominant. You are the best of both worlds, Styx. You're a switch. You can be what is needed. With me, you're a beautiful submissive, but with others, you're what is needed."

A grin tugged at the corner of his lips. "Perhaps I can let you dominate one of the other girls when the time comes."

"For now, though, sit back and enjoy, little girl." He teased her, leaning down to steal a stealing kiss from the goddess of hatred.

Percy stood back up, placing a knee on the edge of the couch for leverage, and making Styx scoot backwards as much as she could, eyeing him impatiently in aroused anticipation.

Percy took hold of her ankles, putting them over his shoulders in a classic mating press position, but not before he pressed his lips to her dainty ankles in a gentle kiss, and making Styx blush cutely at the gesture.

His cockhead pressed against her fat cunt lips eagerly, throbbing and twitching uncontrollably. "You ready, little river?"

Styx looked annoyed. "Stop babying me, Per-"

At the look he shot her, she corrected herself, blushing slightly, "Master."

"Respectfully, now."

"Yes, Master. I'm sorry, Master."

"Good. So, I won't baby you anymore. You sure you can take it?"

She nodded her head eagerly, making her raven locks fly everywhere. Quite involuntarily, her eyes dipped down to his oversized, throbbing meat, making her gulp as she finally took in its size and thickness, the powerful throbbing veins that crisscrossed his skin and making her gulp partly in nervousness and partly in raw, primitive hunger.

Percy allowed her to ogle his dick, and involuntarily inflate his ego for a few seconds, before he kicked into action. His grip on her delicious thighs tightened, making her mewl and whimper at his rough iron grip, before he pushed his hips, allowing his powerful cock to do most of the work in entering her tight, juicy cunt.

The endless stream of juices gushing from her cunt acted as lube, allowing his easy entry into her cunt, his bulbous head easily easing past her greedy, fat pussy lips that eagerly swallowed his cock, making him groan.

In any other situation, Styx would have teased him for the reaction, but she was less than capable of coherent speech herself. Only the first few inches of his cock buried in her sopping pussy made her feel like he was going to rip her in half, and he showed no signs of stopping.

Deciding to get it over with, like he often did, Percy slammed all of his monstrous thirteen inches into Styx's tight, lithe body, making the goddess in question scream in ecstasy as she finally came undone.

"Fuck!" Styx almost screeched, not being able to believe the beautiful reactions her body was giving him, making her squeal and squirt and around him, her tight velvet walls spasming around him in an explosive orgasm that made her eyes roll into the back of her head.

Percy allowed her to ride out her orgasm, content with burying his head in her hair and sniffing her scent, feeling her warmth, his cock throbbing in the depths of her sacred womb, violating her entire body.

When Styx came to a few minutes later, she put her soft hand on Percy's rock hard chest, weakly trying to push him off. "Give me some.... time, P- Master. I'm still sensitive."

"Good. Then you can serve the punishment well." His words made her heart stop momentarily, before her pulse picked up, beating faster than a racehorse in excitement. "Think you can keep up, slut?"

"M-Master?" Her eyes fluttered in disbelief, a slight gold tinge colouring her cheeks at his coarse wording.

"Yeah, you got that right. Prepare to get ploughed, slut." He stopped, thinking for a few seconds, before adding as an afterthought. "I do feel sorry for the couch, though. Meh, the couch can handle it. But can you?"

His words, fuelled with an arrogance that Styx had a feeling he could more than back up, made her feel even more weak-kneed and needy. "P-Please, M-Master, n-no more..."

Her mind said one thing, but her body and heart desired another, and it seemed that Percy did not need her words to read her.

Without breaking eye contact with her, staring deep into her onyx eyes with dark sea-green eyes that swirled with power and lust, he retracted his hips, before bucking back into her, and sending himself as deep as he could go.

Styx moaned wantonly at his sudden thrust, her hand coming up to muffle the lewd sounds escaping her lips. Her body betrayed her, though, her sensitive, quivering cunt spasming around his cock in another mini-orgasm, gushing juices that only added to the slickness, allowing him to thrust faster, harder, and more smoothly, without obstruction.

Her velvet walls hugged his cock hungrily, needily, sucking him in and moulding to every ridge and vein of his thick horsecock, making Styx feel every centimetre of his cock whether she wanted it or not.

And she was torn about that. On one hand, it only added to the sea of bliss she was swimming in, but on the other, she hated how easily she climaxed, melting like clay in Percy's hands.

His skilled hands never stopped massaging her thighs, moulding and molesting her soft flesh shamelessly, only adding to her ecstasy and taking away all power from her legs in the most pleasurable way possible.

Styx continued moaning and mewling as Percy set up a rhythm, slow for his usual standards, but careful, keeping in mind her sensitive, undoubtedly aching cunt from three, possibly four, denied orgasms.

His hips retracted halfway, before bucking in, making his balls, heavy with thick, potent cum that made the goddess drool in hunger, slap her ass, making her feel like she was getting spanked, and leaving red marks all over her pale skin. The outline of his meat was visible in an obscene, cock shaped bulge through her stomach, every ridge and vein visible as his oversized horsecock ripped apart her tiny, lithe body.

His cock was another story, entirely. His thick, oversized man meat rearranged her insides as nobody had done before, or, admittedly, she had thought even possible. It spread her walls to fit him, undoubtedly ruining her for any other man. Not that she would be able to even feel any other man after feeling the lustful fires he ignited inside her, the way he played with her body as he knew her for years, inside and out, every nerve, every sensitive spot. His cock left her tight pussy gaping and empty every time he retreated, only to fill her up once more with a vicious, strong thrust that made her whimper, providing more and more pleasure with every thrust until Styx felt like she would float off into wonderland, in a state of perpetual bliss.

His entire body was on another level, from his oversized horsecock ripping her in half to his heavy balls, his diamond-hard abs and broad, muscle packed chest, his biceps flexing, his muscles tensing.

His hair stuck to his face with sweat, which rolled down his sharp jaw and dripped from his chin, rolling down his chiselled frame like a diamond bead on smooth, fully edible copper. Styx had never wanted to lick sweat off a man so bad.

And throughout it all, his sea-green eyes never broke eye contact with her, even as he broke into a blistering pace, fucking her tight cunt in just the way a heated bitch like her needed.

Styx thought that it was the hottest thing she had ever seen.

And if that wasn't enough, his body was augmented to an unfair level by his sheer, unparalleled skill, honed over several years of making girls scream his name. He still bore a few scars on his back from some of the more..... expressive ones. Or the ones with long nails. Fuck, that must have hurt like hell.

Styx could only moan wantonly, all control of her body taken away from her by this god, who subjected her to his whims, playing her like a puppet on strings with his skilful fingers, that massaged her soft flesh, his lips that caressed her skin, leaving trails of fire burning in their wake. He played her like a toy, pressing and probing all her sensitive spots in order, in a strange, carnal rhythm she couldn't ever hope to remember, nor even dare to imitate.

He groaned, throwing his head back as she climaxed again, just another one in an endless chain of bliss that he had lost count of, long ago. Her velvet walls clenched and massaged his thick cock deliciously, trying to milk him of his load, spasming around him as she came, gushing her sweet fluids all around him.

When he looked back at her with eyes dark with lust, yet showing a frightening amount of control, her heartbeat picked up, somehow managing to beat even faster until she felt like her chest would burst. His silky raven hair stuck to his glistening forehead, his lips curled into a half-smirk, showing off his sharp, gleaming white teeth.

Her thighs trembled beneath his grip.

"You seem tired, slut."

It was a simple statement of fact, that even the dumb could tell.

"N-no, Master. I-I c-can go on." Styx cursed herself for stammering, or sounding so weak, all her strength seemingly sapped away by Percy's mere presence. His powerful thrusts did not stop, his hips still jackhammering her cunt, his cock still violating her womb with every thrust.

He cocked his head, seemingly thinking of a response to her obvious lie. His body continued to move almost on autopilot, bringing her pleasure that she could never hope to match without him, without even a thought, treating her like she was a toy, beneath his notice, that he could attend to at his leisure, whenever it suited him.

It should have angered her, but the aroused quivering in her ravaged pussy told otherwise.

Eventually, a smirk she did not like one bit, despite what her body told her, broke out on his face.

"Then, let's check how long you can last, shall we, slut?"

"M-Master?"

Before she had an opportunity to comprehend what he was doing, Percy had shifted, using his long reach to pinch her sensitive nipple in one hand, his other hand curling around her clit in an equally harsh iron grip, making her whimper and mewl.

"M-Master~a-ah", Styx hated sounding so weak and needy like a little kitten, but she could not help the feminine sounds escaping from her lips. The gleam in his eyes only added to the erotic nature of the situation, adding to her pleasure and only bringing her closer to the edge of another orgasm.

"Great, time for a quickfire round, kay?" Percy's voice grew distinctly husky towards the end, something which only happened whenever he was struggling to maintain control. All the main signs of his impending orgasm were there, husky voice, tense abs, and the rapid, frantic thrusting on his hips against hers.

Her ass was red by now, her fat pussy lips bruised and sore. Her legs were weak, she was sure that she wouldn't be able to walk the next day.

Percy growled at her lack of response, making Styx hurriedly correct her oversight.

"Y-yes, Master." Her voice was shaky, her tits jiggling uncontrollably with the added force behind his thrusts. She felt like she would have floated off to Elysium, if only Percy was not there holding her down, grounding her to Earth. His cockhead battering her womb, his balls slapping her ass. His fingers pinching and tugging at her sensitive flesh, bringing a burning, painful ecstasy washing over her.

"Tell, me who are you?"

"I-I'm Styx-" His fingers twisted her clit painfully, dangerously, bringing tears to her eyes even as her pussy quivered deliciously. "I'm your beautiful switch, Master."

"What are you?" He growled out, getting off on her words, the feeling of her spasming pussy tightening around his cock as she insulted herself.

"I'm your toy, to do as you want, Master. My purpose is to do whatever you tell me to do, to suck your cock when you tell me, to be bred by you and to bear your children." Her voice wavered, a whimper of relief, and at the same time, hurt disappointment, escaping her lips when he loosened his harsh grip on her sensitive flesh. "I'm your little river, your little slut, your little switch, I'm all yours, Master. Whatever you want me to be."

Her back arched as Percy hilted himself inside her, making her throw her head back, screaming to the world in ecstasy. Her eyes fluttered shut as she had her most explosive orgasm yet, making her chest shake as she gasped for breath, her velvet walls milking Percy's cock, feeling every ridge and vein of his oversized meat throbbing, lodged deep inside her.

Percy leaned down, pressing his lips against her neck, feeling her veins throb under his lips, so full of life. Her scent in his nostrils, intoxicating, her silky raven hair tickling his face.

He groaned against her skin, enjoying the shivers she responded to the husky sound with.

"I'm going to cum, little river. Where do you want it?" He playfully nibbled her neck, allowing his sharp teeth to ghost against the smooth skin of her delicious neck, enjoying the way she gulped nervously.

"All over me, M-Master. Cover me with your thick cum, and mark me as yours." The thought of him marking her, not with something so flimsy like cum, but branding her, tattooing her...... it sent another fresh wave of arousal gushing from her pussy.

Percy kissed her jaw, forcing her to hold her head in that position, staring at the ceiling, only able to feel and never see the wonders Percy was inflicting on her body.

She could almost feel his smile against her skin. "As you wish, little river."

He moved almost too fast for her to keep up.

Before she knew it, Styx was kneeling obediently before Percy, having been moved too quickly for her to even follow, showing off his ungodly speed and strength as he moved her like she weighed less than a feather.

His hand entangled in her hair, caressing her locks as he guided her head to his throbbing cock, eager for her touch, barely inches from her lips.

He pushed his hips, making his head press against her lips impatiently, smearing her swollen lips with glistening, musky precum.

Percy growled dangerously, spurring her into action. "Are you waiting for a fucking invitation, slut?! Work it!"

For an immortal goddess, someone with sexual experience unlike the maiden goddesses, Styx had never given anybody a blowjob. It was too degrading and humiliating for her tastes, yet, here she was, sloppily sucking this Dark god's dick, dignity after dignity getting snatched away by her cruel dom.

Her eyes watered at the humiliation as she obliged, her body betraying her mind and eagerly swallowing his delicious meat, slobbering all over his thick thirteen inches.

"Fuck, you're one starving slut." Percy commented with a smirk, watching Styx blush. But that did not stop her efforts, and the goddess of hatred kept diligently trying to take more of his cock down her throat.

"Here, let me help you with that." The Dark god, ever a gentleman, offered.

Styx knew it was a bad idea, but she nodded nevertheless, feeling too far gone to back out.

She came to regret the decision immediately, as Percy grabbed a hold of her hair, pulling it into two fistfuls as he bucked his hips, sending his thick cock as deep as it could go down her throat.

No, the mini orgasm she had from his rough action did not count as loving his decision.

However, there was nothing she could do, against his will and against her body's own will, allowing Percy to do as he wanted to her, using her face like he abused her sore pussy, ramming his cock down her tight throat. Her muscles undulated around him, spasming and massaging his cock as she involuntarily gagged and choked, slobbering all over his thick meat.

Her throat was sore after only a few thrusts of his powerful hips, saliva dribbled past her swollen lips, and tears rolled down her flushed cheeks, but still, Percy did not relent on his onslaught.

"You look so beautiful like that," Percy muttered, making her look up at him with watery onyx eyes, shivering as she met the unflinching gaze of dark sea green.

His lips curled into a dark, scarily arousing smirk. "Just like a slut should be. On her knees, cleaning her Master's cock with her tongue. You love the taste, don't you? You probably want to suck my cock for every meal."

He waited for some time, before giving her head a harsh jerk, making her whimper on his cock. "Answer me when I am talking to you, slut!"

Styx immediately pulled her luscious lips off his glistening dick, her hand coming up to tend to his slick, glistening cock as she answered, hurriedly, her eyes shining with a combination of fear and lust. "Yes, Master. I want to suck your cock for every meal. I want to taste your cum. You will dump a huge load in my little tummy, won't you, Master? Please?"

She stuttered between gasps and pants. Her swollen, slightly bruised lips glistened with saliva and precum, her heavenly tits jiggling deliciously with every heaving breath she took.

Her small, soft hands stroked his cock, gliding easily over his meat, slick a d glistening with her saliva.

"That's up to me to decide, isn't it, slut? Now, get back to work!"

"Yes, Master-" Styx squeaked cutely as Percy impatiently pulled her head forward again, eager to feel the warmth of her hot mouth, her velvety tongue and throat around just cock again.

His initial thrust missed, making his thick cock slide against her cheek and smearing her face with a mixture of her saliva and pre. Her lips hit his hips, that must have hurt.

But Percy did not care, realigning her head and thrusting again.

This time, his head met her eager, puffy lips, allowing him to begin facefucking her again.

Percy went in deep, ruthless with his short, machine-gun thrusts as he violated her tight throat violently, bruising her swollen lips all the more. But he was long past the point of caring, as his orgasm inched closer, the gagging of his girl on his cock, her choking on his thick meat but still not pulling off, only struggling to go deeper, all of it, the feeling, the lewd sounds, her messy face, all of it added to his pleasure, making him screw his eyes shut as he pulled out at the last minute, feeling his cock throb and churn.

"You don't deserve to be fed by cum, slut. Eat it yourself." He growled, feeling her hands go to work on his cock without missing a beat, stroking and twisting and massaging his meat, running her soft hands over every ridge and vein.

"Yes, Master." She responded meekly, too occupied with worshipping the thick, diamond-hard meat that had broken her, her lips trailing worshipfully over his veins, her tongue dragging along the length of his glistening, delicious cock like his obedient bitch.

But she did not care. All that she cared about was his pleasure, the feeling of his cock throbbing against her face as she nuzzled it like a bitch, loving the way his meat spread the dirty mixture of her juices, saliva and his precum all over her face. All that she cared about was all the juices she had lovingly slurped from his meat, and the meal that was to come.

She squealed in happiness when Percy's dam finally broke, with only a soft groan as a warning, his cock throbbing uncontrollably in her soft, small hands.

Working quickly, she angled his cock right at her face, closing her eyes and sighing in erotic delight as she felt her face getting splattered with the first rope of his thick, warm cum.

Percy continued cumming with no sign of stopping anytime soon, his cock pulsing and spurting thick, creamy cum, much thicker than whipped cream, and much tastier.

She fought the urge to lick up his cum, to allow him to feed her his thick jizz, remembering his earlier words, suppressing her desire to favour his order, despite feeling it, so delicious, on her lips. His intoxicating, addictive, aphrodisiac scent was stronger than ever, making her feel light-headed and drunk on lust.

Once Styx felt like her face had been buried under layers of cum, she switched, angling his cock towards her chest, wanting to feel her tits splattered with his delicious seed.

After a few minutes of bliss, Percy opened his eyes, smirking on reflex as he finally looked down, at the kneeling goddess.

Her pale skin was buried layers of thick cum, her ruby lips invisible. It was in her raven hair, making it sticky. Her onyx eyes, glazed over with lust that made his cock twitch at the slutty look she sent him.

"I love your cock, Master~" She moaned sultrily, opening her mouth to show him that she hadn't tasted even a single drop of cum, obeying his orders.

Percy's eyes flickered from her face to her heaving tits, covered and dripping with thick cum that made her look like she had taken a bath in it. Another twitch of arousal at the thought. Thick globs of white fluid dripped from her stiff nipples, poking from the pale, smooth round globes of flesh on her chest. Random patches of white covered her body, thick and viscous, rolling down the curves of her slim, toned stomach and dripping to the floor from her red, abused clit, pooling in the clear puddle of nectar around her crotch.

In Percy's opinion, the slutty 'I'm-a-needy-bitch-covered-from-head-to-toe-in-my-Master's-cum' look was the sexiest Styx had ever pulled off.

He growled, stopping her in her tracks. Like a deer caught in headlights, Styx stopped her motion to suck, and lick up the cum from her nipples, still holding her cum covered breasts centimetres from her mouth. "Get up, slut."

At his words, Styx scrambled to her feet, her body not needing her mental input to follow her Master's words, moving on autopilot. Even when all her mental capacity was fried, too overloaded with the feeling of his seed, and the urge to taste his cum to function properly, her body knew, not to disobey her Master.

Styx stumbled on weak legs, caught by Percy. The Dark god wrapped an arm around her waist, stabilizing her, and making the goddess look up at him thankfully.

Percy smirked down at her, harshly slapping her ass and making her yelp cutely. He squeezed her asscheek harshly, enjoying the inflamed warmth of her cool flesh, the way his fingers sank into her soft flesh.

"Show me around the house, slut. We won't leave until you have learnt how it feels like to be fucked on every surface of this house." He growled.

And so, Styx showed her Master around her home, walking on shaky legs.

"The bedroom first, slut."

It was not helped by the hand groping her ass.

Chapter 69: Racing Revenge: Part 1

Time: A Few Days Later

Percy rolled into the probably illegal drag race with all the nonchalance and swagger that only a Dark god of his calibre could muster.

It was somewhere in Western Arizona, a state as hot and dry as a desert, though Percy did not know how to feel about that, given that he spent most of his days now in the sunkissed tropical island of Ogygia.

The heat prickled his skin, making small diamond beads of sweat roll down his forehead, leaving a glistening trail behind on his tanned bronze skin.

He closed his eyes, rubbing them with the back of his hands to get the sweat away, not sure if racing in this precarious dirt track, in the dark, with burning eyes was a good idea.

He drew in a deep breath, enjoying the warmth, the fresh smell of the dry summer air filling his lungs, reminding him of all the warm and sweet summer evenings he had idled away playing pinochle with Grover, Chiron and Mr. D at Camp Half-Blood, when the world was much easier, simpler.

A smile tugged at Percy's lips as he straddled his beauty of a motorbike, letting his fingers run through his messy raven hair.

He had just had it delivered by Hermes the previous morning, and had been itching to try it out on the road ever since. This would be only his second time ever riding this beast, and if his first experience was anything to go by, he was looking to challenge Nemesis to a worthy battle on her home turf.

He sat atop a beautiful, Ducati Panigale V4 R. In his garage, he had a shark-themed car, he had a dinosaur-themed car, so why not?

His beautiful motorbike was based on the lithe white tiger, as agile, and as fast and furious as a white tiger on a hunt.

Even Artemis, who knew next to nothing about motorbikes, had wolf-whistled when he showed the girls his new ride. His racing nemesis, Nemesis, had just laughed and said, "Nice rides aren't enough, Jackson. Without skill, I can topple you even on a bicycle with training wheels."

That sentiment, he could respect.

He always liked to have an ace up his sleeve, however, and so, had promptly withheld knowledge of the dirt track back at Camp, or the cross country dirtbike journey he, Leo, Jason, Hazel, Will and Piper had got up to..... somehow, on a quest. Riding on bikes Piper had charm spoken away from the owner of a high-end showroom. Annabeth had ridden behind him, Frank with Hazel, and Nico behind Will.

A well-placed pinch on Piper's arm had prevented her from spilling the beans on him.

Anyway, back to his ride.

His bike was painted white, with cool black stripes like a tiger, a splatter of red on one side for blood from a predator's wound. The seat was comfortable, sleek black leather with silver rivets on the sides touches of extravagance that Percy loved, now that he could afford to be wasteful on these insensible things.

The engine was covered, with state of the art silencers that barely produced a hum, smooth suspension that felt like he wasn't moving at all, and an advanced brake and gear system. At the front of the bike, a combination of black and yellow tried to replicate the amber gaze of an apex predator in the white snows of the tundra, the angular headlights adding to the awe-inspiring factor of the stunning display.

Percy polished the sleek metal chassis with a clean rag till he could admire his own reflection on the metal, before stuffing the cloth in the area with all the displays. He could not care less about that, he knew he had a full tank of gas, and in a race, the speedometer was irrelevant. One did not need to check speed, only go faster, and faster, as fast as one could possibly go.

"What are you smiling about, Jackson?" Cynthia spoke out from behind him, placing her chin curiously on his shoulder.

His smile did not lessen as he turned his head, kissing her cheek and making a similar smile bloom on her lips as her cheeks reddened.

She was gonna be his passenger for this race- there was no rule against it, but most racers were not so keen on adding extra weight. Not that Percy cared, he was too skilled to be weighed down, and yes, perhaps this was his arrogance speaking.

There was still some time till the race actually started, the time being utilized to make any last-minute adjustments, and the spectators placing bets.

Percy winked at the flag girl who was ogling him from the sidelines, using the red flag to camouflage her even brighter cheeks. She almost swooned at his attention, drawing glares from the other males as she fanned her face with her hands, her eyes never leaving him.

Percy grinned, not hiding his eyes raking over her sluttily dressed body. She had nothing on his girls, though, Percy guessed, it was unfair for him to compare this mortal to his goddesses.

"Looking at someone, Mr. Jackson?" A dangerous voice called out from right beside his ear, making his back straighten. His vision was temporarily blocked by a mass of silky black hair, before Cynthia smoothly slid in front of him, straddling the composite body, which gave her a slight height advantage.

Percy failed to put a damper on his jovial mood, smiling up at Cynthia with shining eyes.

Her eye twitched in annoyance at his expression, before she sighed, dejected.

She grabbed a hold of his collar, jerking him to meet her lips.

"Mmph!" Caught off guard, Percy sat motionless for a few minutes, before he took control of the situation, his strong arms wrapping around the lithe, short Huntresses' slim waist and pulling her close to him.

Their eyes fluttered shut, ignoring the wolf whistles from around them as the two continued kissing heatedly, Cynthia trying to fight the urge to grind against Percy's crotch in public, her willpower tested by his hands on her waist and back, massaging her lewdly through her clothes.

An unwitting moan escaped her lips, and she let go of Percy's collar to run her hands through his hair, undoing his man bun in the process. His hair cascaded to his shoulders, allowing the daughter of Nemesis easy access to his hair as the two shared short, sweet kisses.

Percy felt the smile on his lips turn predatory, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips as he felt the gazes of almost everybody present on them, but more importantly, Nemesis' eyes locked onto them. Her radiating jealousy was almost tangible all the way from his spot three places down, her gnashing teeth almost audible.

Percy broke the kiss after a few minutes, allowing Cynthia to catch her breath before the race started.

Percy took a moment to look her over.

She was wearing a simple white t-shirt, with more than just a touch of her sinful Nemesis parentage shown off by her small booty shorts, made of glistening black leather similar to her mother's suit.

His eyes dipped from her modest chest to her gorgeous thighs, making Percy cock his head in what would seem an innocent manner, if his eyes didn't gleam with lust.

His eyes roamed over her soft, creamy thighs, her pale flesh glistening slightly with sweat, his eyes coming back up slightly to examine the way the tight shorts dug into her soft flesh, clung to her perfect ass and outlined all the good things she had inherited from her mother.

His eyes came back up, taking a roundabout tour of her curvy body, from her slim waist to her tits, jiggling slightly as she panted, out of breath, her rosy cheeks and swollen pink lips glistening with saliva to her eyes, shining with a devotion that made him grin goofily.

Seeing that she was a bit occupied with trying to comprehend what had just happened, Percy took the moment to look over to what Nemesis was doing.

Dark eyes met sea green, a furious blush immediately creeping up her cheeks as Nemesis was caught watching Percy making out with her daughter, making her furiously turn her face forwards, trying to calm down, to cool her heated cheeks and concentrate on the race.

Nemesis turned towards the competitor on her other side, the annoying guy who was trying to chat her up, her eyes twitching.

Before her lips curled into a smirk, two could play at that game.

Percy felt a smirk tug at his lips as he watched Nemesis' attempt at making him jealous. Well, she might just succeed, only a tad bit, though.

However, that was mainly because her black leather-clad body was just so, so sinfully erotic, like a latex-packaged submissive just waiting to be broken in.

His eyes traced her silky black hair, following the curves of her body down her back, to her slim waist and bubble butt, the tight, glistening leather hugging every single curve of her lewd, enticing body. Silver chains, her staple style, hung from her hips in a goth style, accompanied a black velvet choker snug on her slender, delicious-looking neck. Thick soled, silver riveted black boots completed her outfit, every inch as beautiful and depraved as Percy's sick mind could conjure.

Almost as if feeling his eyes on her, Nemesis gave a teasing wiggle of her hips that made her bubble butt dance before his eyes, tossing her hair over her shoulder in a seductive manner and arching her back as she leaned forward on her Harley Davidson, a move that only seemed to accentuate her breasts.

She kept on chatting with the guy who was on the verge of drooling, but Percy knew better, a possessive smirk tugging on his face. Just a little more, he told himself, clamping down as hard as he could on his self-control. He would not give her the satisfaction.

She would be served her deserved punishment in due time.

Percy growled, drawing his attention back to Cynthia and tugging her closer, making the surprised Huntress yelp.

"You're mother is a slut, Cynthia." His eyes flashed dangerously, predatorily, making her gulp in nervous excitement. "You will share her punishment, right? Like a good girl?"

His voice grew scratchy and husky towards the end, sending shivers down her spine.

"On the line, contestants! The race starts in five minutes!" Someone announced, making Percy growl in annoyance.

"Come on, Cynthia. On your seat." Percy spoke, dejected that his fun was over so soon, but now, a different kind of fun was about to begin.

He patted the cowl cover, before handing her a helmet for her safety. She was not fully immortal like him, after all. Himself, he did not need any helmet. He liked to feel the wind in his hair when he rode, but just a disclaimer here, everybody not immortal should probably wear a helmet for their own health.

Not wearing a helmet while racing at breakneck speed on a dirt road in the dark could prove to be hazardous to one's health in ninety-nine cases out of a hundred. So.... you get the point.

Percy sat straight as Cynthia clambered into the slightly raised seat behind him, ignoring her as he pulled his hair into a tight and messy, but functional, man bun. As cool as it looked, driving down a dusty road with his long hair sailing in the wind, in practice, it was more of a distraction.

"On your marks!"

Percy revved the engine, feeling Cynthia press against his back, her slender arms going around his well-muscled abdomen.

"Get set!"

He twisted the accelerator, burning rubber and feeling his bike hum in anticipation of the race, in much the same way that his body did whenever he was waiting for a battle, high on adrenaline. Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted Nemesis lean forward on her ride, lowering the visor of her helmet, one foot on the footpeg, the other balancing her on the ground.

She looked sexy on the bike, pulling off the bad girl style complete with a black leather suit and silver chains and a motorcycle.

"And go!" The flag girl barely lowered her napkin, before they were off.

Percy smirked, executing a rear wheelie as he took off, making Cynthia squeal and clutch onto him for dear life. The smoke and the sound, as expected, threw off a lot of racers from executing a perfect start, but there were still a few to go through.

He leaned forward, feeling smoke and dust buffer his face, squinting to prevent his eyes from burning as he pushed his bike as fast as it could go, twisting the accelerator and letting the brakes free.

The state of the art engine (slightly modified by Leo, wink wink) worked its magic, pulling him clear of the other contestants, but by a hair's breadth. They were still on his tailpipes, however, and Nemesis and the guy she had been talking to, were ahead of him, his inexperience finally rearing its ugly head against these experienced racers.

The first turn, Percy thought, seeing the two racers ahead of him drift expertly, making him press slightly on the brakes, slowing himself just a tad bit so that he could drift past the bend, leaning sharply to one side and pulling ahead.

Cynthia just laughed at the undoubtedly scary sensation. Percy remembered the fright he had felt while executing his first drift all those years ago.

Many more contestants would bite the dust in this turn, or at least, fall far behind. However, Percy couldn't care less about those behind him.

There was a bigger distance now between the first two and him, and he had to try and overtake them.

Feeling the familiar rush of adrenaline taking hold of his senses, sharpening them beyond what was considered superhuman, till he could make out the bushes that past them in vivid detail, as if he was taking a stroll through the desert.

Percy leaned forward, till his face was almost level with the handlebars, all the sights and sounds around him dissolving into nothingness in the face of the smell of gasoline, the sound of motorcycles, and the dirt road that meandered through the desert.

Then, Cynthia was not there. He did not feel the distracting feeling of her chest pressing against his back, nor her laughs in his ears.

The only thing that mattered was winning.

The dark, star-studded sky flew above them like a reel on repeat, just a generous spray of white paint on a dark canvas like he had seen Rachel do so very often.

The thorny bushes that lined the road rustled and swayed as he sped past them, leaving a cloud of smoke in the wake of his tires. In the distance, red cliffs and mountains moved around as if moved by the creator Himself, making Percy feel powerful and in control. The red and yellow hues of the desert under the dark cover of night, the twinkling lights of the city ahead.

Percy brought himself back to the race with another sharp drift, making Cynthia squeal in excitement. To her, this was the greatest rollercoaster she had ever ridden.

But to Percy, it was going to be another addition to his endless list of defeats to regret.

He growled, pushing all his engines to the max, trying to stop his thumb from pressing the god mode switch Leo had incorporated into the motorbike. "Come on, tiger, don't let me down, now."

The wind buffeted his face, messing up his hair and ruffling his clothes, his entire being straining as slowly, but surely, he gained ground on the guy in second place. He would take him down, then aim for Nemesis, to bag first place in his first race.

Although, it was not only a race against the other racers, but a race against time, as well.

Percy was not afraid of DNF-ing, no, but he would have to overtake the ones in first and second place before they crossed the finish line.

He would not lose.

He refused to.

Cynthia seemed to feel his infectious eagerness to win, silencing her constant exclamations of glee, to favour silently urging Percy towards victory.

"Come on, Jackson. I know you're at a disadvantage with extra weight, but you need to show my mother her place." She whispered in his ear, not dignified with a proper answer beyond a determined nod, but that was enough.

And they continued racing, the dust and silence of the desert, the heat of the moment, broken by the noise of the people, and the odour of sweat and gasoline, the lights of the tiny city interrupting the endless darkness of night.

"Hold on tight, princess." He warned, giving another loud roar of the engines before he sped up, trying to overtake second place with a sudden burst of speed.

It was half an hour, and several sharp turns and tricks on the dusty road in the middle of nowhere, that left Percy with a cheap, third place bronze ribbon.

"Maybe next time, Jackson." Cynthia tried to console him, but he wasn't paying attention to her.

Nemesis shouted something angrily at the guy in second place, who was trying to hit on her, before jamming her first place ribbon up his nose and kicking him in the balls in a single, ferocious motion.

Percy winced, his knees automatically crossed at the painful yelp that escaped the poor guy. The thick leather boots must have hurt.

Nemesis stalked towards him, growling angrily as she flipped her sleek black hair over her shoulder, giving Percy a glimpse of her delicious cleavage as the zipper on her jacket was halfway open in the heat. Beads of sweat made her pale skin glisten, her dark eyes shining with muted annoyance.

Before he had a chance to react, her fists grabbed a hold of his collar, jerking his head down to meet her lips in much the same way her daughter had at the beginning of the race.

Percy stood there, shocked, despite the seemingly regular occurrence, the sight drawing curious and jealous looks from the guys around them as they had seen him kiss Cynthia at the beginning of the race.

Nemesis broke the kiss, breathless, her cheeks tinged slightly golden. "I might have come in first place, Jackson, but alright, you win."

And then she dove back in, kissing him with all the hunger she felt, the desire that burned inside of her for what seemed like ages now, rekindled by the sight of him kissing her daughter just a few minutes ago. The added sinful nature of sharing the same lover with her daughter added to the lustful inferno burning within her core, fanned by Percy's rough touch.

His right arm encircled her body, grabbing a tight hold of her firm ass through the leather suit that hugged her body like a second skin, his superior body dominating hers. Their lips moved in sync, trying to convey their passions as Percy overpowered her with sheer skill alone, his tongue exploring her mouth and entangling with hers, forcing her head back with his sheer aggression.

She stilled for a moment, feeling another pair of hands on her body, subtly groping and coping a feel of her tits mashed against Percy's chest, right in the middle of the watching crowds.

"You've got such a slutty body, Mom~" Cynthia's voice sent shivers down her body, making her needy clit throb as she was molested by her own daughter, who trailed kisses down her neck.

"St-stop~" Nemesis stifled the moan that was building up in the back of her throat, breaking the kiss with Percy and weakly trying to push herself away from where she was leaning against his broad, muscle packed chest like a weak-kneed bitch.

However, Cynthia did not stop, seemingly intent on making the goddess of revenge embarrass herself in public.

"Cynthia. That's enough." Percy's deep voice, husky with suppressed arousal, undoubtedly soaked the panties of all females who heard him, the goddess and the Huntress no exceptions. "Come on, let's go. We will have dinner somewhere nice, then go back home."

"Al-alright." Nemesis cleared her throat somewhat uncomfortably, trying to keep the weakness out of her voice, her furious golden blush under control. "Cynthia's riding with me, this time."

"Capiche." Percy conceded, waving them towards where his Ducati was waiting beside her Harley Davidson. "You guys go on ahead, I'll be with you in a sec."

He watched them walk away, with Nemesis leaning on her daughter for support, his eyes fixed on the way their tight leather clad bubble butts swayed and jiggled enticingly with their hypnotizing hips, with every step they took.

Trying to ground himself in reality once more, he growled, before strolling over to where the second-place guy was still rolling on the ground, clutching his probably bloody mess of a pair of balls.

"I should beat the crap out of you for hitting on my girl." He spoke, looking down at the writhing mortal with something akin to sympathy in his eyes. "But every male knows how it feels to get kicked in the balls, so I won't. Consider yourself lucky.... or whatever."

He made to leave, before stopping in his tracks, his hand travelling to his pocket to clutch the third place ribbon he had won. "On second thoughts, I will be taking the first and second place ribbons, too. Just to show that I was first, second, and third. You know, the usual."

When he returned to his two waiting women, they were wary of the wide grin on his face. "What did you do?"

"Oh, nothing. Just said something Zlatan would be proud of."

Chapter 70: Racing Revenge: Part 2

Time: Same Time

Percy shut the door carefully, trying to not make any sound that could give away their late arrival at the mansion, all the while trying to ignore the painful erection throbbing in the fabric confines of his boxers as his ears picked up the lewd sounds created thanks to the passionate.... ahem, activities of mother and daughter behind him.

"Fuck." He let out a deep breath he was holding, his mind tugging and chaffing at his self-control, tried by the sheer eroticism of their incestuous actions. He stifled a growl in the back of his throat, nibbling his knuckles to take the edge off his hunger as he turned towards the bed, not knowing what to expect.

Fuck.

An audible growl did escape his throat, his clothes suddenly feeling too hot and stifling as he hungrily feasted his eyes on the sight before him.

Cynthia was sitting at the edge of his bed with Nemesis in her lap, holding her mother's face in her hands, the two making out passionately, seemingly as turned on by the taboo of the act as Percy was himself. The two let out lewd moans into each other's soft lips, not even trying to muffle the sounds they were emitting, seemingly hell-bent on torturing Percy until he could not take it anymore.

Growling impatiently, Percy tugged at his jacket, tossing it unceremoniously over the chair at his desk, before tugging off his shirt and jeans to follow suit.

He shivered slightly, feeling the cool air-conditioned air of his bedroom assault his skin, sending slight goosebumps up his otherwise smooth skin.

He stalked towards the couple on the bed, attached at the lips, seemingly not paying any attention to the fact that he was in the room with them.

"So slutty." He commented, making them still their feverish kissing, not daring to open their eyes or to remove their lips from each other. Cynthia shivered, feeling the soft mattress beside her sink underneath his weight as Percy sat on the bed beside her. "Not even feeling anything except lust in kissing your mother, Cynthia, or your daughter, Nemesis. Did you kiss her father like that?"

Making Nemesis blush even harder at the thought. No, she had never kissed anyone like that.

His arms encircled them, sending fleeting touches across their clothed bodies and enjoying the tense anticipation of the lithe muscles beneath his fingers as he pulled them, almost effortlessly, into his lap.

"So dirty, so kinky. Two little bitches, mother, and daughter, all for me. Do you think I am greedy? Or is it because you are so slutty that you would do anything for cock, even if that means defiling your own mother, Cynthia?" He laughed. "Fucking starved cock hungry whore, that's what you are, aren't you? Of course, you would be, it's in your genes, can't really find fault with you if it's inherited, now, can I?"

Feeling that it was alright to move, Nemesis and Cynthia broke their passionate liplock to look at the Dark god, their cheeks tinged slightly in embarrassment at his words, as the full extent of their lust actuated actions hit them. Their eyes half-lidded in lust as they stared at his body, their cloyed senses taking some time to register the fact that he was practically naked, with only his boxers to cover his modesty.

Their blushes fanned by the warmth of his naked skin and the feeling of his toned muscles hugging their frames close to his body, they looked up at the shadowed eyes of the Dark god, dark sea green swirling with powerful, predatory hunger that made them wet, their movements synchronized, as if they were twins who could read each other's minds, working in perfect sync and tandem to please their Master.

Cynthia, somehow bolder of the two, laid her hand on Percy's naked chest, blushing as she felt his naked skin against her soft palm, his heart thumping powerfully against his ribs.

"I'm such a dirty girl, Percy." Cynthia moaned sultrily into his ear, enjoying the deep, husky sounds he emitted, his arms clutching her tighter, possessively. "Is it bad that I want to see my mother getting her brains fucked out by your big cock?"

He smirked. "Not at all, slut. What say you, Nemesis?"

She blushed at the sudden attention, averting her gaze from the wandering eyes of the Dark god. "Whatever you please...."

He laughed. "You're such a whore, aren't you! Letting me do whatever I want to you, maybe I can take you on a walk by that chain you keep around? Would you like that, bitch?"

Not giving the flustered goddess a chance to respond, Percy pressed his lips hungrily to her in a searing kiss, his arms tightening around the two women as he tried to devour the full lips of the goddess of revenge.

She moaned into his mouth, their lips moving in sync as he dominated the kiss, forcing her head back with the sheer force and aggression he put behind the liplock, as if trying to stake his claim on her. His tongue forced her lips apart as he invaded her mouth, exploring every inch of her mouth as if trying to commit the feeling of her tongue entangled with his into his memory, making a mental map of all her sweet spots.

The ecstatic feeling of finally kissing her crush was fanned by the fact that her daughter was attentively watching them share a tongue-filled kiss, barely centimeters from where their lips met.

Nemesis was the first to break the kiss, feeling out of breath and lightheaded, not knowing if Percy had done something to her to make her feel this way, though she doubted it. Perhaps it was his musky smell in her nostrils that was making her feel like this, more potent than any immortal aphrodisiac, or it was the fact that Cynthia was watching them that fanned her lust beyond all control, like an all-consuming, raging fire that burned in her core.

"Fuck, that was hot," Cynthia whispered into her mother's ear, not even trying to hide her words from Percy, who heard her clearly, the smirk on his face widening. The maiden Huntress moaned, burying her face in her mother's neck to try and muffle the sound, softly grazing Nemesis' soft skin with her sharp teeth.

She was jerked back harshly by Percy grabbing a hold of her dark hair and jerking her head back, forcing her head towards him so that he could claim her lips, too, as his.

Cynthia didn't know whether to be angry at him for treating her like that, or showering him with love for the kiss.

Percy growled into the kiss as he felt Cynthia return the affection, trying to fight his dominance with all she had, her lips pressing against his as their lips tangled together.

She was the one to first break the kiss, admitting defeat and submitting to Percy's control with an unspoken agreement that he was a prime alpha.

He growled. "Good girl."

His hand groped her bubble butt through her booty shorts, as if he was patting her like a good pet, his fingers exploring the exposed flesh of her thighs and sinking into her soft skin, his rough callouses making her stifle a feminine moan at his aggressive touch.

"P-Percy~" Nemesis whined as she was denied the same pleasure her daughter received, not being able to help the slight twinge of jealousy that tugged at her heart.

She received a mixed reaction.

Percy grabbed her hair aggressively, using his other hand to slap her clothed tits through her clothes, making her yelp at the sudden harshness. It still stung, despite the leather.

He jerked her head back, making sure that Cynthia was watching, too, growling as he looked down at Nemesis' slightly scared, dark eyes. He growled, "What should you call your superiors, slut?"

"I'm sorry, M-Master. It-It will never happen again."

"Make sure it doesn't." His eyes had a cold, hard gleam to them, like the edge of a sharp knife, making her whimper.

Nemesis had never felt anything like this before, never enjoyed being submissive, and yet.... Her body would not listen to her, like a puppet controlled by Percy's intoxicating words, at his mercy.

"You know what you are, right?"

"Yes, Master. I'm just a cockslut, my sole purpose is to suck your dick and to pleasure you. To be your toy, for you to use as you please. To be bred, to carry your children." The words continued to tumble out of her mouth, making Percy's grin widen as Nemesis continued to insult herself, her body out of control as she relayed all the depraved desires she had tried to bury away, Percy's voice coaxing all her deepest, kinkiest secrets out of her. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Cynthia blush, her lips parted as she wanted slightly in obvious lust at her mother's sinful desires, her eyes clouded and a hand trying to muffle the sounds escaping her swollen lips.

"Good girl." Percy patted her head like she was an obedient bitch, which she probably was, making her blush and avert her hazy, dark eyes submissively. His chiselled muscles pressed against her side as she sat in his lap, sharing in his warmth as well as her daughter's, pressing her cheek needily against his broad chest and enjoying the feeling of her heartbeat.

Her fingers ghosted across his well-defined abs, partly out of shy nervousness as well as desire, making the three question who had more sexual experience out of the two females, the immortal goddess Nemesis, or her daughter, the virgin Huntress Cynthia.

Percy stifled a laugh at her expense, instead releasing the two from his arms, staring expectantly at them.

"Now, stand in front of me like two good, obedient little sluts." He ordered, pleased when the two scrambled to follow him.

"Yes, Master." Came the synchronised response, making him smile slightly as he watched them stand at attention in front of him, like two lewd soldiers, their hands at their sides as they pushed their chests forward, trying their best to seduce him, to get him to stop playing games and just take them.

"Nemesis, strip your daughter. Use your creativity, surprise me." Percy spoke, raising his waist to slip off his boxers, feeling that he would burst if he kept little Percy confined in his boxers.

The two women were momentarily struck dumb, all their cognitive functions fried as they gazed at Percy's erect, throbbing cock with a mixture of awe, fear, and lust, struggling to tear their gaze away from his cock, its bulbous head glistening with precum. They struggled to control their lower jaws, watching his thick, oversized horsecock throbbing deliciously in front of their eyes, bared to their hungry gaze and as large and thick as their arm.

It frightened them to think that it would enter their bodies, yet a wave of arousal washed over them as they imagined getting their insides rearranged by that monster.

He let them admire his dick for a few moments more, out of sheer amusement at their expressions, before he decided to remind them that he had given the two an order. "Nemesis, I told you something."

"Y-yes, Master." The goddess of revenge nodded her head shakily, turning to her daughter nervously, trying to hide her weak knees.

Grabbing Cynthia's face in her hands, she delivered another kiss to her daughter, before travelling to her jaw, sucking and kissing her jaw, letting her full ruby lips trail along Cynthia's smooth skin, coaxing lewd moans from her lips.

Nemesis broke the kiss, panting as she looked down at the shorter girl, her fingers playing with the hem of her white t-shirt.

Seemingly coming to an unspoken agreement, Nemesis lifted her shirt over her head, and in a single, elegant movement, Cynthia reached back, unclipping her bra before letting it fall to the floor with barely a sound, before she straightened her arms back again, allowing her mother to pull off her shirt and toss it somewhere.

But before Percy could catch even a glimpse of her bared tits, Cynthia twirled around, presenting her smooth back to him, Nemesis following her movements so that she was facing Percy with a lewd, teasing grin on her face as she hugged her daughter, smiling at the frustrated look on the Dark god's face.

Percy's eyes followed their every moment as Nemesis lowered herself, so that she could suck and nibble at her daughter's chest, not an ounce of shame in her body, all her thoughts having turned to mush at the burning gaze of her Master, and the hunger that licked at her stomach, tried her will.

Percy growled as he watched Nemesis suck on Cynthia's tits, leaving gentle nibbles and slight hickeys on her chest in an elegant dance, yet preventing him from catching any glimpse of what they were doing. The most he had to get himself off was Cynthia's slender arms, her back arched to accentuate her heart-shaped bubble butt, barely restrained by the short leather booty shorts she was wearing, so similar to latex that it made Percy's blood roar in his ears. Accompanied by her lewd moans that continued to tumble forth from her mouth and the erotic, wet sounds of her mother feasting in her delicious tits, it formed a cacophony of sounds that sent Percy crazy.

He could not dwell on it for long, as Nemesis continued her descent, letting her lips drag along her daughter's lithe, toned body, briefly stopping to make out with her cute little bellybutton, imitating what Percy liked to do, a lot, knowing that it would get on his nerves.

At this point, he didn't know who was punishing whom, as his cock felt like it was about to burst, as Nemesis finally lowered herself to her knees, in front of Cynthia's crotch.

Her fingers fiddled for a moment with the button of her booty shorts, before she used her teeth to drag the zipper down, letting gravity take it the rest of the way. She repeated the process with her panties, using her teeth to drag them down to her knees, before letting them drop to the floor. If her lips brushed against her daughter's soaking cunt during the endeavour, who was to blame?

Now fully naked, Cynthia bent over at the waist, so that Percy could have a good look at her perfect, heavenly ass, that looked like he could hug his face between her cheeks, nibble on her soft, creamy flesh. He caught a glimpse of her steamy, pink wetness peeking out, making his cock throb painfully.

"Enough games." He growled. "Nemesis, strip without delay, and hand your panties over to Cynthia."

Blushing heavily, the goddess of revenge complied with his wish, snapping her fingers so that she was as naked as her daughter, standing beside her with her arms at her side, presenting her sinful body to the Dark god to enjoy.

Her cheeks tinged slightly pink, Cynthia accepted her mother's wet panties nervously.

"Good slut. Now get over and get to work! I'm sure you know what to do. The sooner you can get me off, the sooner you will get to enjoy this cock." Percy growled, making Cynthia scamper over to him on weak feet, eager to please him.

He watched as she sank to her knees in front of him, obediently eyeing his cock with a hungry gleam in her eyes, her swollen lips glistening. A few purple hickeys were visible on her beautiful, perky tits, glistening purple, and making him growl.

"Nemesis!" He barked, almost making the Dark goddess jump. "Finger yourself while your daughter pleasures me. You are not allowed to cum. If you do, you will be punished."

The goddess of revenge whimpered at that, unable to tear away her gaze from her daughter as she knelt between Percy's legs, shooting her a fleeting look that conveyed a mixture of nervousness masked by a smug confidence.

Drawing her attention back to the monster, throbbing deliciously barely inches from her face, Cynthia raised Nemesis' soaked panties, gently wrapping the thick, veiny meat in the small, skimpy piece of black silk, feeling his cock throb and twitch beneath her soft touch.

Percy arched his back, groaning towards the ceiling to express his pleasure at the soft fabric, and equally soft touch, that pleasured his cock.

Percy continued groaning as Cynthia set up a steady rhythm, stroking his cock with her mother's panties, seemingly not feeling even a little bit of shame at the taboo of the act. Her eyes never left his meat, engrossed with what she was doing with single-minded, dogged determination, trying to pleasure Percy to the best of her capabilities, to get him to cum as soon as she could, to get the reward of his thick, creamy cum.

"You're such a good slut." Percy complimented the daughter of Nemesis, bringing a slight blush to her cheeks as she basked in his compliments, twisting her hand to cover more area of his cock, jerking him off with renewed vigour, not that it ever seemed to ebb. Nemesis' feminine juices mixed with Percy's precum to form a glistening cocktail of bodily juices that coated his thick cock, acting like lube, the intoxicating smell making her feel lightheaded and even more horny.

Nemesis' panties barely covered half of his cock, making Cynthia struggle slightly, using her left hand to stroke his cock with her mother's panties as her right hand fondled his heavy balls full of thick, potent cum that was sure to knock her up, her thumb massaging the sensitive bottom of his cock.

Percy groaned at her torturous actions, his eyes automatically going over to the goddess of revenge, who was sitting on the floor with her legs spread, giving him a prime view of her fingers buried in her dripping wet snatch. His sharp eyes clearly picked up her steamy pink cunt, her warm nectar glistening on her inner thighs as she spread them around with her fingers, thoroughly coating her crotch with her juices.

Sensing Percy's eyes in her, Nemesis blushed, her teeth sinking into her plump bottom lip in embarrassment, but she did not stop fingering herself, either consciously to follow his order or because her body wouldn't obey her, Percy did not know. Her other hand groped at her tits, jiggling and heaving with every panting breath she took, her thighs trembling slightly as she neared her inevitable orgasm, which she would be forced to deny lest she should be punished. Her dark hair stuck to her face with sweat, her pale skin glistening slightly, tinged slightly golden with exertion.

Percy felt his smirk widen at the thought of the position he was in. Nemesis fingering herself to an orgasm at his orders, while her virgin Huntress daughter jerked him off with her mother's panties.

Speaking of which, Cynthia seemed to speed up even more, until her hands were a blur, her fingers twisting and massaging his thick, throbbing meat, gripping slightly tightly so that he could feel the soft, damp fabric of Nemesis' underwear slide smoothly over his slick, glistening cock. Beads of precum continued to leak from his bulbous head, sending Cynthia into a lust-induced craze, all her senses being dominated by the sole purpose of getting Percy to cum as soon as she could.

Percy gritted his teeth, feeling his cock twitch and throb painfully, his abs tensing as he clamped down on all his willpower.

"Nemesis, come over here and help your daughter out. You are allowed to cum now. I can clearly see that your slutty self will burst if kept out of action for too long." He growled out, his voice deep and husky as he tried to get something coherent out, still managing to send arousal shooting through the respective sexes of mother and daughter at the sound. "Cynthia, use your mouth."

"Yes, Master." Came the synchronised reply as Nemesis shuffled over on weak knees, her fingers still buried knuckle deep in her dripping snatch, leaving a glistening trail of fluids on the marble floor of the bedroom. Cynthia scooted over to give her mother some space, allowing her to take her spot between Percy's legs, looking up at his oversized, throbbing meat in nervous, aroused awe.

"Follow my lead," Nemesis muttered to her daughter, before leaning upwards, placing a soft, loving kiss on the sensitive bottom of Percy's cock, eliciting a groan from his lips as a result.

She continued peppering powerful, sometimes tongue-filled, kisses all over his cock, lathering him with saliva and tasting the intoxicating mixture of his precum and her fluids straight from his meat, till her full lips were swollen and glistening. Sometime in the middle, Cynthia joined in on her mother's efforts, the two working in sync, almost reading each other's minds, as they continued to passionately make out with Percy's cock, seemingly hell-bent on making him cum with their sensuous kissing.

He groaned, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips as he watched the two go about their business like two little obedient bitches worshipping their Master.

Nemesis took the initiative this time, gently kissing his tip, before taking his head inside her warm, wet mouth, making Percy groan again, arching his back. Her tongue swirled around his head, greedily lapping up the constant stream of precum that continued to leak from his tip, swallowing it with lewd, audible gulps. Her swollen lips formed a tight seal around his head adding to his pleasure as she teased his sensitive cock with her tongue, aided by Cynthia, who was dragging her tongue obediently across the length of Percy's cock, tasting his meat, and trying to memorize the intricate maze formed by his throbbing veins and ridges.

Nemesis forced herself deeper, trying to deepthroat his cock, his slick meat sliding a few inches past her lips till he hit the back of her throat, making her gag and choke on his cock. Cynthia followed her lead, tending to the parts her mother couldn't get to, her lips trailing along the sensitive underside of his cock.

The Dark goddess pulled back, taking a moment to catch her breath as Cynthia cake up, following her actions and nursing on Percy's glistening tip, teasing him with her tongue before allowing him to slide his first few inches in and out of her warm mouth, not repeating her mother's mistake in attempting to take him completely at once.

Almost as if they were communicating non verbally, she pulled off, allowing her mother to dive back in, in another attempt to deepthroat Percy's oversized horsecock.

This time, though, Nemesis showed off her several years of experience, relaxing her throat as she slowly took his cock, easing it in while trying to keep her gagging and choking to a minimum, not being used to anything this big.

She eased herself into it, pulling out and diving back in, setting up an easy rhythm that allowed her to take more of his cock every time she went in, her lips dragging over his glistening cock, feeling every ridge and vein of his thick meat in hyper definition.

Cynthia aided her in trying to get Percy off as soon as possible, as she sucked on Percy's balls, enjoying the feeling of the thick cum swirling about in his sac, the steady stream of pleasured moans the Dark god was emitting only serving to spur the two hungry cocksluts to go deeper, faster, harder.

Percy groaned, his hips bucking slightly as the two ravenous sluts continued to suck hard, their tongues entangling together, not even caring as they swapped saliva, licking all over his thick meat, dragging their tongues along the bottom of his cock.

Nemesis bobbed her head, her full lips dragging along his glistening length as she tried to deepthroat him to the best of her capabilities, gagging and choking. Her cheeks were tinged golden, with tears streaming down her face, messing up her mascara and creating black streaks on her pale skin.

Percy allowed her to choke herself on his cock, content with leaning back, resting on his arms on the soft bed, and enjoying the enthusiastic, sloppy blowjob mother and daughter were treating him to.

Cynthia was the one to take the initiative and switch it up a little, coming up from where she was lovingly peppering Percy's heavy balls with wet kisses, looking up at him with dark eyes hazy with lust.

She moaned, her fingers ghosting across her dripping snatch, making Percy raise an eyebrow. Cynthia spoke sultrily, "My mother is such a hungry slut, Master. She is not even coming up to catch her breath, I feel so jealous~"

Nemesis blushed at her daughter's brazen, though true, words, not altering any of her actions in her defence. The only thing she did was to tease Percy's tip with her velvet tongue, greedily lapping up his precum.

"So, I thought, isn't it a daughter's duty to help her mother with whatever she wants? I must help my mother to properly deepthroat your thick meat, then, Master." Her voice was sultry, her words broken, spoken between gasps and heavy, panting breaths that made her modest tits jiggle enticingly.

Nemesis hummed against his cock, seemingly aware of what was going to come, resigning herself to her fate and making Percy again question whether they had some telepathic connection. Although, he supposed, it was obvious from her words what Cynthia was planning.

Her fingers entangled in her mother's silky black hair, giving Cynthia a firm hold on Nemesis' head, allowing her to go forward with the plan she had concocted.

Showing no remorse and little sympathy, Cynthia forced her mother's head down on Percy's cock, resorting to her Hunter strength to help her with the ordeal, ignoring the fierce gagging that made Percy worry, if only a little, that Nemesis was going to pass out.

But she didn't, in the end, and her nose pressed against his crotch, her lips forming a wet, airtight seal against the base of his cock. Tears freely flowed down her messy cheeks, her throat bulging with the prominent shape of his cock, every ridge and vein visible through her skin, as Cynthia held her there for a moment, only relenting when she slapped against her thighs, desperate for a gasp of air.

Using her hold on her mother's hair, Cynthia pulled Nemesis back, not letting her off the hook entirely, as she still had a few inches of Percy's cock down her throat, but it was much easier than having all of his monstrous thirteen inches of thick, diamond-hard man meat down her gullet.

Her respite was not long, however, as Nemesis was forced down again, her daughter using her grip on her long hair to pull her up and down on Percy's thick, throbbing cock, not allowing her rest, not respite, with single-minded determination to finally get her Master off, using her own mother's throat as a pocket pussy.

Percy groaned, his eyes screwing shut at the feeling as Nemesis continued to him and groan around his cock in muted protest, her voice muffled, only serving to send pleasurable vibrations up his meat. At the pace Cynthia was going, he was surprised Nemesis did not have a broken neck, or at least, got dizzy, though he supposed it could be attributed to her immortal genes.

"She is so slutty, right Master? Trying to flirt with another man just to get you jealous so that you would finally break and fuck her. She doesn't deserve your dick, does she? You're such a kind Master, giving her what she wants, yet such a harsh Master with your punishment~ making her own daughter choke her on your big dick, Master."

Her sultry words, half moaned and half-whispered, accompanied by the sounds of Nemesis gagging fiercely on his meat and the wet sounds of her fingers buried in her snatch, were soon too much for Percy. The feeling of the goddess of revenge's tight throat undulating around his cock, bulging obscenely as her muscles tried to milk him of his cum, trying to get him to full her belly with a full meal, maybe even pump a few babies into her womb while he was at it.

Percy groaned, feeling himself cross the point of no return. "I-I'm gonna cum soon."

His toes curled, his fists balling into the soft bedsheets as he tried to hold off the impending orgasm, but to little avail.

"Yes, Master! Please cum for your little hungry slut." Cynthia encouraged, pushing Nemesis' head all the way to his crotch, so that his cock was lodged deep in her throat, making sure he was getting the maximum pleasure he could. Nemesis contributed, too, her tongue lapping helplessly at the bottom of his cock as she sucked hard, her cheek hollowing as she tried to milk him.

"Here it comes!" Percy roared, his hips snapping up, his crotch slamming against Nemesis' swollen slightly bruised lips as he climaxed, his cock throbbing powerfully in her throat.

The first two loads were dumped straight into the Dark goddess' stomach, making her moan at the thick, warm, and creamy treat that filled her up, her sweltering pussy spasming in a chain of ecstatic mini orgasms that made her thighs tremble.

She would have greedily let Percy use her belly as a cumdump, but her plans were thwarted as she was pulled off his cock, with slight resistance and lots of complaining, allowing Percy to splatter her face and ample tits with his thick cum. Cynthia barged in on her moment, stealing away some of the delicious treat she had worked hard to earn from her Master, but Percy could not care less, his brain fried, swimming in a sea of white-hot, searing pleasure. His mind was blank as he continued to cum buckets, not caring about the ongoing struggle between mother and daughter to get more of his delicious cum.

They eventually came to a compromise, though, as Percy's long, powerful orgasm, petered out. Before Nemesis could claim the last few globs of white cum on his tip, Cynthia swooped in, happily lapping up the delicious fluid that made her tastebuds sing in ecstasy.

She had found her favourite drink, like many of the girls in Percy's life, irreversibly addicted to him, to the taste of his thick cum. She spent a few seconds obediently sucking on his tip, her tongue swirling around his thick meat making sure he was squeaky clean before she let go, albeit reluctantly.

Ignoring the glistening, thick meat, and her Master's burning eyes in her, at least for now, she turned to her side, hungrily attacking her panting mother, taking advantage of her exhaustion from the strenuous facefucking she had been forced to endure, and which, she had, like the slutty bitch she was, enjoyed, if the glistening puddle of fluids between her legs was anything to go by.

Percy's still diamond-hard cock gave a little twitch of arousal as he watched Cynthia aggressively attack her mother, claiming her lips in a searing kiss as she forced her tongue into her mouth, trying to get at the cum that Nemesis had managed to get in her mouth.

Percy watched with ever-increasing arousal as mother and daughter swapped saliva and cum, their tongues entangling outside of their mouths as they fought for his seed, like it was the most important thing in the world. Globs of thick fluid dripped from their lips, splattering their tits and thighs. Their breasts mashed together in a beautiful, cum splattered mass, slick and beautiful as they moved against each other, carefully, if unwittingly, smearing the white fluid all over their skin, rubbing it in like lotion. Their tongues explored each other's mouths, trying to steal cum right from their mouth, their jealousy knowing no bounds.

Nemesis broke their liplock as she realised that her daughter was stealing her hard-earned cum right from her mouth, instead going on the offensive as she attacked her chest. Feeling absolutely no shame as she kissed and licked and sucked at Cynthia's B-cup tits, she worked with single-minded determination to get all the cum she could possibly get, hungry and greedy for more.

Cynthia moaned, trying to get back at her mother as she scooped up the thick seed covering her mother's body with her fingers, before greedily sucking them clean, trying not to get distracted by the ecstasy of Nemesis attacking her cum splattered chest.

Percy's eyes widened as he watched the lewd show, as immortal mother and demigod daughter ate his cum off each other's bodies, greedy and hungry.

He felt a growl build up in his throat, his cock twitching in desire.

"Sluts." His husky, deep voice, like a lustful predator with cornered prey, stopped them, making them shiver as they stilled, Cynthia's nipple in Nemesis' mouth, her fingers stopped in the middle of groping her mother's ample tits. "Get on the bed. Between each other's legs, in 69 position."

Just like earlier, the duo scrambled to follow his words, clambering onto the bed and getting into a classic 69 position, with Cynthia at the bottom, Nemesis' head between her legs as she stared up at the Dark goddess' glistening pussy. Looking nervous for a moment, Cynthia looked up, only to see that Percy had moved out of her field of vision, thanks to her mother's luscious thighs acting as blinkers.

Percy watched them get into position, taking the moment to pick up Nemesis' spoilt panties from where they lay abandoned on the floor, before moving back to where Cynthia lay with her head between Nemesis' thighs.

He looked down at her for a moment, the daughter of Nemesis shadowed by his tall, muscled frame, his long, dark hair framing his shadowy face and making her gulp in nervous anticipation as she looked up at him, unable to tear her gaze away from his dark, sea-green eyes despite being conscious of the fact that his erect, glistening cock was barely inches from her lips. Her lips trembled as she involuntarily recalled the heavenly, ambrosial taste of his meat, making her gulp the excess saliva in her mouth.

Percy's eye twitched as an idea came to his mind.

"Here, let me clean you up." Despite knowing that she desperately wanted to clean up by herself, probably with her fingers and tongue like a starving bitch, Percy used Nemesis' panties to rub her face and breasts clean, at least what he could reach.

"Mmf, Master! I wanted that!" Cynthia whined, a cute pout on her face as she looked up at him with pleading eyes, making Percy grin.

"Alright, princess, then, you will have to work to get your treat."

Saying so, Percy callously shoved the ruined cumrag that was once Nemesis' silky, soft black panties, right up its owner's wet cunt, as deep as he could get it without actually fisting the goddess of revenge, though the idea seemed to grow more tempting with every passing instant.

Nemesis yelped, moaning in both slight pain and abstract pleasure as she felt the cumrag shoved up her tight pussy, the mixture of her own fluids and Percy's thick cum dampening her already soft panties, acting as lube that allowed it to enter her gushing pussy. The warm, thick fluid that she wanted pumped straight into her womb, still entered her pussy, though she would have preferred if it had come directly.

Nemesis wondered if it was enough to get her pregnant, blushing as she thought about being heavy with Percy's babies, lactating like Aphrodite and her daughters did, her blush intensifying at the thought of breastfeeding Cynthia while she fingered her. If not yet, she was sure that the gallons of thick, fertile cum that Percy managed to cum at once, would undoubtedly knock her up before the night was over.

Unknown to her, Cynthia was similarly blushing up a storm between her thighs, as she realised what Percy was insinuating, not trusting herself to say anything as she stared closely at her mother's pink pussy, globs of cum sticking to her fat pussy lips, trying to deny her own body that she wanted to eat out her own mother, or the fresh wave of liquid arousal that gushed from her sweltering cunt.

Percy grinned at her, before giving a parting encouragement to the nervous daughter of Nemesis in the form of a slap of his thick, hard cock to her face which left a slight red mark on her pale, smooth cheeks marking her as his, smearing a bit of his pre and Nemesis' saliva that coated his cock, on her cheek, making it glisten.

Taking the hint, Cynthia went to work, even as Percy walked around, heading for the other end of the two entangled girls, having chalked out a clear plan in his mind.

He stopped for a moment at Nemesis' head, making her look up at him in a similar nervousness that had shone in her daughter's equally dark eyes, chewing on her swollen lower lip for a moment as she looked up at him, trying to ignore the pleasurable feeling of her ruined panties stuffed in her tight pussy. It did not last long, however, her face contorting into a lustful expression, a soft sultry moan escaping her mouth as Cynthia went to work on her divine cunt.

The daughter of Nemesis tried to ignore the feeling of her mother's warm breaths against her sweltering cunt, making her thighs tremble in arousal as she tried to do her best to pleasure her, trying to recall all the tips Aphrodite had secretly given her, and the other virgin Hunters to please Percy, and the others girls, too, if he demanded it.

Her tongue circled around Nemesis' fat pussy lips, tasting the sweet nectar that coated her glistening crotch and thighs, her velvet tongue making the goddess shiver and tense involuntarily. The lewd sound that escaped her mother's lips, barely inches from her own pussy, made Cynthia involuntarily buck her hips up towards Nemesis. Her frenzy was stimulated by the knowledge that Percy was standing there at her own cunt, his thick cock throbbing in need, ready to pound her into the next decade.

Deciding that she had tortured Nemesis for long enough, Cynthia dove into her cunt greedily, her tongue immediately searching for the soft, silk fabric she knew was somewhere deep in her tight cunt, using her velvet muscle to spread her vaginal walls as she entered her hungrily, her lips forming a tight seal around her mother's cunt as she sucked, trying to drink what little of Percy's cum she could get without actually reaching the cumrag.

"Such a slutty daughter you have, Nemesis," Percy spoke, making the Dark goddess blush as she was eaten out by Cynthia, stifling a moan. "She doesn't even feel any shame in eating my cum straight from her mother's pussy. Well, I think we need to switch, don't we? So, after a few minutes, it will be you eating out my cum from her pussy. Alright? How does that make you feel, goddess?"

She did not respond, granted, she was in no condition to respond as Percy clambered onto the bed. She could only manage a slight gasp as he rested on his knees, with his cock on her face, immediately making her lovingly kiss his thick meat, wondering briefly if he wanted another blowjob.

It seemed that it was not the case, however, as Percy gave her a parting slap on her face with his cock, much like he had done with her daughter, before he placed his head at Cynthia's pussy lips, briefly teasing her as he rubbed her cunt with his glistening head, well lubed and slick with glistening precum and saliva.

Not waiting for any permission, he slammed all of his thirteen inches inside the Huntress, making both the girls scream, both in pain and ecstasy.

Percy did not wait for her to get adjusted to his length, already having been driven into a lustful frenzy by the taboo mother-daughter incest as he set up a blistering pace, making Cynthia bury her face as deep as she could in Nemesis' gushing cunt in an effort to muffle her moans, making the Dark goddess moan in return as she felt the warm slickness of her tongue exploring her cunt, licking and sucking.

Her dark eyes flicked up to the Dark god, watching him as she fucked her daughter brutally, not caring about anything. She could feel the force of his thrusts shaking the bed slightly, making her daughter tremble and scream every time he bottomed out inside her. She could feel the obscene bulge formed by his oversized horsecock pounding her, moving in her belly where her tits were mashed against.

Percy groaned, his eyes screwing shut as he sheathed himself in the no longer virgin Hunter's tight pussy, her silky, velvet walls almost trying to suffocate his cock with the force he was gripped with, her body reluctant to part with the thick, rampaging meat that rearranged her anatomy and left her a drooling mess, her mind overloaded and her nerves fried as she swam in what seemed like an endless sea of pleasure.

His cock was in her womb, probably ruining her for anyone who wasn't him, but her body sure as hell didn't care, nor did she, as her walls tried to milk him, to get him to dump his load directly inside her fertile womb and knock her up with a little brood of children.

He set up a steady rhythm, deep searing thrusts that saw his bottom out every time he was inside her, his powerful hips smacking against hers with enough force to lift her bottom half up slightly with every hit. His balls, heavy with potent cum, smacked her pale ass, leaving red marks on her smooth skin that made her feel like she was being spanked.

Cynthia tried her best to get to Nemesis' panties, whining and mewling as she tried to concentrate, but in vain. The feeling of Percy fucking her was too great to ignore, making her eventually resort to cheating, trying to use her fingers to pull out the cumrag he had stuffed Nemesis full off.

"Uh, tut Tut, Cynthia. Try again." Apparently, it did not escape his notice, probably because of the lewd moan that her mother, the slutty bitch, let out, making Cynthia whine slightly, before she was cut off by a warning buck of his hips that sent him impossibly deep, making her yelp as his head rammed against the walls of her womb.

Slightly teary, both in pain and pleasure that was making her body react in ways she was completely alien to, an innumerable number of orgasms washing over her body as he continued pounding away at her pussy without missing a beat, her virgin tightness not even doing anything to slow down his rapid, chainsaw thrusts. Her molten pussy spasmed and gushed around his cock, her fluids only serving as lube to make him go even faster, until his hips were a blur.

Nemesis added to the delightful assault of bliss she was feeling, her lips latching around her clit as she sucked hard, trying to help Cynthia along in her quest as she bucked her hips, rubbing her cunt all over her face, smearing her with her juices. Her tongue flicked and lapped at Cynthia's cunt, trying to lick Percy's cock, too, when she could.

Feeling sorry for her daughter, she hugged her tighter, allowing her breasts to mash against her stomach, trying to add to Percy's pleasure by giving the bulge of his thick, diamond-hard cock inside her daughter a titjob through her skin.

Spurred on by her mother's efforts, Cynthia tried to reach out with her tongue, as far as she could, burying her face in her mother's sopping wet pussy in an attempt to retrieve her panties, feeling slightly jealous that Nemesis had had Percy's cum inside her pussy before she had, though it had been only indirectly.

She could reach it... just a little more... her tongue came into contact with the delicious cumrag, the starved slut inside her mewling with pleasure as she tried her best to pull her panties out with only her tongue, with barely any success.

Orgasms continued to wrack her body, Nemesis' own orgasms sending an intoxicating mixture of cum and fluids into Cynthia's mouth, but she persevered, ignoring everything. The fluids aided her efforts, until eventually, she managed to grab onto the absolute end of Nemesis' ruined black panties with her teeth, victoriously pulling them out of her pussy, and making the goddess of revenge moan at the sensation.

"Alright, that's it. She's won this round. Come on, Nemesis, move." Percy spoke, feeling his balls stir in an impending orgasm. Just in time.

The goddess of revenge scrambled to get out of his way, leaving him and Cynthia alone as he continued to fuck her brutally in a missionary position, determined to make her sore and bruised. She blushed as she stared at him, her dark eyes slightly hazy, despite the victorious shine in them, with just a little bit of embarrassment as she breathed heavily, her tits jiggling as she held Nemesis' ruined panties with her teeth, sucking slightly to taste the delicious mixture of juices, swallowing with audible gulps.

Percy smiled at her, aiding her as he leaned forward, stuffing her face full of the cumrag she so cherished, that she had worked so hard to get.

Cynthia seemed to thank him wordlessly, her thighs wrapping around him, encouraging him to dump his load inside her as she continued sucking on her mother's panties silently, like it was the most delicious treat she had ever received.

Percy smirked, feeling a hot, wet tongue on his chest, lapping up his sweat and dragging along his broad chest, leaving a glistening trail of saliva behind.

Smirking, Percy looked down at Nemesis' wide, innocent eyes as she kissed his chest, licking up the beads of sweat rolling down his chest and abs, her soft, swollen lips peppering gentle kisses on his sweaty abs, cleaning him up with her tongue.

He grabbed an iron grip of her dark, silky hair, jerking her head up to meet his lips, kissing her passionately and making Nemesis mewl, her thighs rubbing together to suppress her growing arousal, the numerous orgasms she had received from Percy's brutal facefucking and Cynthia's tender pussy eating.

He kissed her for a few minutes, his left hand enough to hold Cynthia down as he fucked her, his hips moving almost on autopilot as he paid attention to the goddess of revenge, his right hand sliding down her back, from her hair to grope her tight ass. His fingers dug into her soft, pillowy flesh, leaving red fingerprints and making her moan into his mouth as he explored her asscrack, his rough, calloused fingers briefly probing her tight asshole.

He suddenly pushed her backward, making her yelp as she fell back on the soft bed, giving a small bounce that made everything jiggle deliciously, drawing Percy's eyes to her deliciously bouncing tits.

"Share your treat with your mother, Cynthia," Percy ordered, urging Nemesis forward with a parting slap on her ass, that made her bubble butt jiggle, a red handprint on her pale skin marking her as his, as she shuffled forward submissively, her back arched, accentuating her heart-shaped butt as she moved over to Cynthia, kissing her passionately. Her hands sought out her daughter's, holding her hands as Percy edged ever closer to his climax, spurred by the lewd vision of mother and daughter making out.

Nemesis' mind was blank as she kissed Cynthia, their tongues entangling together, sucking hard as she tried to share the treat Cynthia had received, not caring that she was sucking on her own panties, nor that it had been inside her pussy. All that she cared about was the intoxicating cocktail of saliva, fluids, and cum that she got, setting her tastebuds on fire and melting her senses as she swallowed the mixture with delightful, lewd little gulps.

Nemesis wagged her butt like a happy little bitch that had got a treat from her Master, treating Percy to the erotic sight of her jiggling ass that made his cock twitch and throb in arousal inside Cynthia's womb.

Not being able to take it anymore, Percy howled, arching his back and facing the ceiling as he felt his orgasm hit finally, his hips bucking against Cynthia's as he erupted inside her womb.

Rope after rope of thick cum was dumped inside the almost comatose demigoddess, both of them losing track of time as Percy continued filling her up, seemingly endlessly, a long, pleasurable eternity.

She felt cum splatter her insides, warmth blooming in her stomach as she weakly sucked on the panties stuffed in her mouth, not even caring that Nemesis was stealing most of the cum straight from her mouth. It did not matter, then, because she was getting much more, gallons of thick, fertile seed of her virile Master getting dumped straight into her womb, making her belly bloat, her pussy spasming in what seemed like an endless orgasm. Everything was a white haze of ecstasy, she did not register her distended stomach, nor the pleased little sounds Nemesis was making against her lips at the sinful thought of eating all that delicious cum straight from her daughter's pussy.

Percy did not care, either, as he returned to his senses a few minutes later, beads of sweat rolling down his chiselled frame as he breathed heavily, his gaze dropping to Nemesis' alluring behind, popped up right in his face, almost inviting him to take her anal virginity as she swayed slightly from side to side.

Going with the thought, he grabbed her ass, making the goddess of revenge yelp at the rough, unexpected, though not unwelcome, touch, before she trailed off into a sultry moan as he drew her closer, wrapping his arms around her slim waist before effortlessly lifting her into his strong, muscular arms, shifting slightly.

His cock left Cynthia's gaping pussy with a lewd squelch, immediately making a fountain of jizz gush from her ruined cunt. Her normally flat belly, toned after years of hunting, was bloated beyond all recognition, making her look like she was heavily pregnant, and the thought that it was all Percy's thick, delicious seed, made an embarrassing jolt of arousal shoot through Nemesis' clit.

"Clean up your daughter, slut! I know you're slutty enough to not feel any shame in eating out your daughter, right? You're such a fucking bimbo, bitch."

She had never been called a bimbo, before, but Nemesis did not mind.

"Yes, Master!" Her voice was eager, almost too eager, to the point it came off as desperate. But she did not care.

All she did was wag her ass happily just the way she knew her Master liked, acting like the obedient little bitch she was as she invited him to take her, to make her his, as she carried out his order, happily burying her face in her daughter's cunt and greedily slurping up his cum.

And Percy did not make her wait for long, either. Nobody could resist such a beautiful derriere for long, nor the polite request his little pet had made.

Grabbing a hold of her bountiful asscheeks, kneading them in his rough hands for a moment, he drew her closer, spreading her cheeks and sandwiching his cock between her soft flesh, before moving the slick meat between her cheeks. He was essentially using her ass to get himself off while giving her the least amount of pleasure possible, the fluids covering his cock acting as lube that made it all the more easier.

"Alright, slut." His hand was withdrawn, only to give her a hard slap on her asscheek, the one without the red handprint. A twin red mark soon blossomed on the unblemished cheek, making him smile as he admired his handiwork, the beautiful jiggle of her soft flesh, the red mark adorning her pale skin.

"Yes, Master!" Nemesis snapped to attention, her body moving on its own to push her ass towards the Dark god, silently encouraging him to spank her more, to abuse her perfect, divine ass.

"We will play a game. Another race, if you will. If you can make me climax before your thirtieth orgasm, I will let you have anything you want. If you can't, then you will be the family pet for a day. Sound good?"

Nemesis blushed at the idea of being a family pet, of being led around by a collar, naked, in front of everybody on Ogygia, being used by them to get themselves off, being treated like a bitch.

Unbidden, the image of her getting spanked by Athena while Artemis pulled on her collar flew into Nemesis' mind, making her blush.

Despite the knowledge that she would lose the race, her competitive side would not let her back down from a challenge.

"Alright, Master. A race it is.

Chapter 71: Balls and Beauty: Part 1

Time: A Few Days Later

Percy stood before the full body mirror, trying not to fidget as Hestia adjusted his mess of a tie, managing to somehow make it look presentable.

Satisfied with the outcome, she stood on her tiptoes, gently kissing his lips as she patted him down, before stepping back to take a look for herself, a small smile brightening her features.

"You look like an absolute lady killer, Percy." She muttered softly, unable to help the soft gold dusting her cheeks as she let her warm brown eyes roam his body shamelessly, chewing on her soft lips in muted lust as she looked up to meet his gaze. "Try not to find your way into someone else's bed, alright? And try to keep the drinking to a minimum."

Percy smiled abashedly, unable to meet her gaze.

Hestia smiled softly, closing the distance between them to hug him gently. "I know this is the third anniversary of Annabeth's death, but this is also the day Olympus freed itself from the clutches of the Triumvirate, who also killed Artemis' Hunters and many Romans."

She leaned up, again kissing him gently. "I know you don't want to celebrate today, but just, don't make a scene, alright? We will be there, just in and out. Your presence is needed, everyone looks up to you as a leader. Don't disappoint them."

She gave him a little pep talk to get his spirits up, stealing a few soft kisses from him in the process. A soft orange glow covered her body as she called on her power, lending Percy a little hope and happiness on this gloomy day.

The Dark god winced in slight pain at feeling her power flow into him, which went completely against his nature and domains as a god, but appreciated her concern nonetheless.

"Thank you, Hestia. I love you." He repeated, looking down at the smiling goddess.

"I love you, too, Percy." She whispered, before pulling away from the hug. "I'll leave you now and go to prepare for the ball, alright? Don't do anything rash."

Percy nodded, smiling slightly as she disappeared through the door of the master bedroom.

Sighing as the smile dropped, he looked back at the mirror, tugging slightly at the collar of the suit he was wearing. It was too suffocating, too formal. He didn't want to attend the fucking ball, but had to.

It wasn't anyone's fault but his. He wanted to mop around and cry all day. It had been three fucking years, literally everyone but he had gotten over the losses of the war. Even Piper and Artemis were smiling and having fun.

He had fun as well, he loved the girls with all his heart, but he couldn't help shake the feeling of loss that continued to clutch his heart in a cold grip, leeching off him like a parasite that sucked at his positive emotions, and only left him with regret. It was a constant battle between the warmth of feeling loved and his innate coldness that waged war in his heart, and left him feeling confused, which led his actions and words to contradict himself at every step.

Gulping and mentally chanting a little death metal mantra to make himself feel more like a man, Percy stood up, flaring his nostrils and tensing his jaw as he looked at the mirror, refusing to cry, refusing to give in to the emotions raging like a tempest in his heart.

His heart would not be tossed around like a ship caught out at sea, no, he had already docked and anchored at a safe port, sheltered by the feeling of love.

He was Percy fucking Jackson, he refused to give in to anything. He was the Destroyer, he did not get destroyed.

Feeling a slight smirk tug at his lips, Percy allowed it to bloom, causing a devilish, if a bit arrogant, smirk to curl his lips upwards. If it was false and forged, none could tell.

His sea-green eyes roamed over his suit, making him smile slightly at all the efforts Aphrodite had taken to get him the perfect outfit for the occasion.

He was wearing a beautiful black three-piece suit that hugged his broad frame perfectly, highlighting his broad shoulders and chest, which led to his slim waist. Below the black velvet waistcoat, he was wearing a dark purple shirt that seemed to be made for his dark domains, making him look as sinfully delicious as he was. Gold buttons glinted against the smooth black velvet as he turned to the side in an attempt to get a three-sixty degree view of his sexy ass, laughing slightly.

He held up his shiny dog tags, recently polished, pressing his lips softly to the entire bunch before he allowed it to drop, completing the view with a golden glint against the purple shirt.

He moved away from the mirror, a slight smile still haunting his lips as he moved to the bedside table, pausing for a moment at the framed picture of Annabeth that stood there. His breath hitched for a moment, before he shook his head to clear himself of the cobwebs, smiling all the time as he snapped his fingers to refresh the day-old red roses in the vase that sat in front of her, and refill the vase.

He reached for the drawer in the bedside table, having to lean down to reach the low-lying table, before emerging with a little golden timepiece that would make him look fashionable. Well, it would make him look like a complete villain, but fashionable, nonetheless.

The ladies craved sexy villains, after all.

Laughing to himself as he fixed the timepiece to his pocket, adjusting the napkin in his breast pocket for one last time, he left the master bedroom, a confident swagger in his steps, his fancy black shoes clicking smartly against the cold marble floor.

"Hey, bud, you doing good?" Percy questioned Snowy, Rachel's little white labrador as he leaned down to pat him, enjoying the little mutt nuzzling into his hand affectionately as he panted and grunted in the way all excited dogs did, his tail wagging so hard it seemed on the verge of almost flying off. He had appeared out of nowhere, and was now rubbing up against Percy's pant legs, getting his white fur all over the black suit, but Percy didn't mind.

"Snowy, Snowy, where are you?" Rachel's voice soon followed, searching for her dog, but the Labrador made no attempt to move.

"Here, Rachel!" Percy called out, watching as Rachel appeared around the corner, her hair dishevelled.

She seemed relieved at seeing him, sighing. "Oh, thank you, Percy. I thought for a moment he had gone out to the sea again."

She was paranoid after Snowy had almost drowned one day in the sea, after he had managed to leave the house without anyone noticing. It was only the twins' control over water which had saved the dog, as Percy had not been home during that time.

"Eh, nah." Percy waved off her worries.

"Alright, come here, Snowy." She clapped her hands, leaning forward in an attempt to recall her dog, but Snowy did not leave Percy's side, making her look quite annoyed.

"Honestly, I feel sometimes that the dogs are more attached to you than they are to us. Are you some dog whisperer or something?"

"Haha!" Percy laughed, "Trade secrets."

He smiled, continuing to pet the dog as he continued on his way to the living room, with Snowy following him enthusiastically, bounding down the stairs beside him.

"Get ready, Rachel! You girls need a long time to get ready, so get going!" He waved lazily behind him towards the Oracle.

Percy had just met the Joker in Batman: Arkham Origins, when Artemis walked into the living room.

Almost as if they possessed the same mind, all the dogs and cats and few birds that were gathered around him, sprawled across the couches or across the floor with him, watching him play Batman on the massive TV screen, bobbed their heads up to look at the moon goddess, who just stood at the doorway awkwardly, suddenly feeling very embarrassed at all the eyes on her, even if they belonged to mostly animals and a single pair to a man.

Blushing slightly as Percy looked up at her with a raised eyebrow, having paused his game, she raised the two dresses she was holding.

"The black one or the silver one?"

Percy pondered the question for a few moments, his hand absentmindedly stroking Herder, Phoebe's German Shepherd, who was sprawled across his lap. His controller was held loosely in his hand, as he returned his gaze to the paused TV screen, wondering for a brief moment as to what he should say.

"Well, I think silver would suit better on you because of your eyes, but you know me, so I'm gonna say black." He bobbed his head knowingly, like an old wise saint. "Although, in my opinion, asking me for my opinion on fashion is equivalent to asking an orangutan what is the derivative of minus sine inverse tan theta I don't fucking know..... Sooo, you might want to consult someone else on that one."

He perked up, looking at her. "Wanna play Batman?"

Artemis gave him a look, not just any look, that look when she wanted to strangle the shit out of him, before disappearing again.

Sometime later, when he was up against Bane, Piper turned up. "Percy, why are you sitting on the floor with all the animals? You're getting fur all over your suit."

She stood in front of him, occupying his view of the TV screen as she tried to pat him down, and dust off all the fur from his suit. Percy made an annoyed noise, trying to crane his neck beside her to look at the game he was playing, but to no avail. All he could hear were the sounds of him getting beaten.

"Damn, move, woman! I can't see!" He cursed, making Piper grip his shoulders tightly to stop him from moving as she continued her ministrations.

Groaning at her surprising strength, Percy finally paused the game, opting instead to stare into her annoyed but mesmerizing, kaleidoscopic eyes.

"Listen, Pipes." He whispered softly, as if discussing the weather as he grabbed her hands to stop the sexy Cherokee from fussing over him. "Both of us are gods, we can remove fur from a suit with a snap of our fingers. And besides that, I have been sitting here, ready, for the last five, or is it six, hours. And you aren't ready yet. The ball starts in two more hours, so if you don't scram right now, I'm gonna spank you right here."

She glared at him at his brash words, though the effect was ruined by the soft golden blush that dusted her cheeks in embarrassment.

When Piper finally left, but not before giving him a kiss, Percy eagerly returned to the game, only to groan as he saw that he was dead.

Fuck.

He scrolled to the saves menu, getting a heart attack when he saw that he had not saved any of the progress he had made, and the last save he had was during the Killer Croc boss battle.

Just great.

He then died.

Internally, of course. In real life, he just threw the controller with enough force to shatter it against the wall, before he started raging.

Fuccccccc.

He loved the girls, he really did, but there was something that only a few girls could understand.

"Stop making such a ruckus, Jackson. Anyone would think you were being murdered right now with how much you are screaming." Thalia was one such girl, who could understand the pains of a gamer who had forgotten to save hours of progress.

"I forgot to save more than four hours of progress, Thalia." Percy whimpered, his voice weak and eyes teary.

"Oof, I felt the hurt all the way over here." Thalia winced as she stared at the game over screen. "Why didn't you? Autosave?"

Percy shook his head. Autosave was a traitor. Whenever he remembered to save, it had thirty saves made per minute, now....

"Eee, I'm gonna leave you to your woes." She disappeared, only to pop her head back in a few moments later. "What do you think, Kelp Head? Girly girl or goth girl?"

"Goth girl." He muttered morosely, wallowing in self-pity.

"Great decision!" Thalia pumped her fist in the air, before she disappeared again.

It was half an hour later when Drew padded into the living room, holding up a pair of earrings.

Percy paused the game he was playing, Phasmophobia, this time, groaning internally as he looked at the daughter of Aphrodite.

"What now?"

She eyed him through narrowed eyes at the annoyed tone he took. "What's the matter with you, Jackson? Got beaten by a noob?"

"No, just forgot to save everything I played. Autosave stabbed me in the back!" He whined, making a small smile break out on Drew's usually cold features.

She fought it, though, and the next moment, it had gone, almost as if it hadn't been there in the first place.

"Here, Mother sent you the earrings for the ball." She carefully tiptoed forward, careful not to step over any of the numerous creatures that lay sprawled across the floor, lazily watching the game and enjoying Percy's frequent petting and the little treats he summoned for their benefit.

"Here." She handed him two little earrings, a small silver earring with a pretty modest diamond sitting on it, maybe half the size of a button on his controller. It was a far cry from the silver fangs he usually wore, but Percy had to admit that they would look good on his suit.

Another hour later, they finally left for the ball, all of them flashing to Olympus.

Percy stopped for a moment, watching as a hushed silence fell all over the crowded Square, every single god, nymph, demigod or whatever, turning to look at him and his goddesses.

Percy coughed uncomfortably, clearing his throat as he stared back at them.

Feeling Athena deliver a little kick to his foot in an attempt to encourage him to break the awkward staring contest he was having with the crowds of immortals, Percy finally smiled broadly, showing off his shining teeth.

"Ladies, gentlemen, demigods, residents of Olympus! Welcome!" He spread his arms grandly, forcing a cheerful smile on his face as he looked around the gathered crowds of people. "This is the third anniversary of Olympus' victory against the Triumvirate, and the first ball since all of us have attained freedom from Zeus' tyranny! So, let us savour the night, and not let anything get in the way of our merrymaking! We have fought and bled for Olympus, tonight, we shall have the time of our lives, all in the name of Olympus!"

He stopped, his smile turning genuine slowly as the moments passed.

There was a brief silence, which was soon broken by the deafening cheers and whistles from the crowd, all of them shouting joyously at his speech before they returned to whatever they were doing, making Percy give a sigh of relief. No matter how many inspiring speeches he gave, or rather, had to give, public speaking still gave him weak knees and a parched throat.

He was elbowed in the side.

Percy looked up, expecting to see one of the girls, but he was instead met by Nico's grinning face. "Someone's been keeping their speaking skills polished. You sure you haven't got a silver tongue, Percy?"

Percy smiled at his teasing, wrapping the shorter emo son of Hades in a signature bear hug. "Next time, I will remember to pass the speech on to your capable shoulders."

Nico glared at him, making him laugh.

Will sidled up to the two with a smile of his own, handing Percy a glass of wine which he accepted with a thanks. "Don't talk about speeches, Percy. He still has trouble speaking, even to the customers we have at our parlour."

Percy raised an eyebrow at that, returning his gaze to the golden cheeks of the son of Hades as he smiled, parting his lips to tease the shit out of him....

Before someone slapped hard on his back. Well, they did as hard as they could, though it did not matter much, seeing as Percy had tanked much harder hits.

Leo seemed on the verge of tears as he cradled his bruised hand. "Remind me not to do that ever again."

Before he settled for a regular old fistbump. Having done that, they clutched their forearms in a practised manner, in a show of brotherhood. "I serve the Soviet Union, Comrade."

The two repeated simultaneously, staring intensely into each other's eyes, holding still for a brief moment before they broke down into laughter at their own solemn voices.

Most of the night went in a similar vein, greeting people he knew, having a drink with his father while he had to explain to Tyson that alcohol was bad and getting the friendly Cyclops a glass of orange juice, there for the kids and those who did not touch alcohol. He shared inside jokes with Leo, reminisced with Nico and bonded further with Will over the gay little cinnamon roll he viewed as his little brother, spending little meaningful moments with his girls as well.

He shared soft, meaningful kisses with Hestia and Calypso, a comfortable silence as he stood hugging Piper, watching the rest as they sipped on their drinks. He had a singing competition with Asteria and Rachel, and an arm-wrestling match with Phoebe and Reyna while Atalanta and a few of the other Hunters cheered them on. He then watched the Hunters and Reyna beat the crap out of a few minor gods who had tried hitting on them while Athena and Nemesis kissed his neck in plain sight of everybody and tried their very best to make the watching males jealous of him. He chaperoned the Little Big Three, enjoying a few dances with them and having a little bonding time, during which they continuously tried to make advances and flirt with him, making him a bit uncomfortable before he left them to their own devices, confident that they wouldn't get into too much trouble.

Aphrodite was the first to drag him to the dance floor despite his protests, and what followed was an entire evening of dancing that had his ankles sore by the time he managed to slip out of the crowds, and the clutches of his girls, all of whom wanted a dance with him. Well, they had each had like two or three dances with him, but it was never enough for them, as they always came coming back for another, until Percy was barely holding up, thanks to the exhaustion from all the dancing and the alcohol in his system.

Who knew dancing could be such a strenuous activity? He would rather swim across the Atlantic every day than have another repeat of this evening.

It was not that he hated dancing with his girls, quite the contrary. He loved the feeling of twirling with them, feeling them press against him intimately, well, as intimate as they could be in public, enjoying the soft little kisses and their smiles. No, he still hated dancing, and wouldn't have done even a single one, the only thing that managed to get him through so many were the smiles on their faces and the happiness they radiated as he twirled them across the dance floor.

He let out a soft breath, relaxing for a moment as he sat on a bench in one of the numerous gardens around Olympus, looking out at the sprawling world beneath him, the little twinkling lights of New York, the Big Apple which looked little more than a toy from this height.

The six hundredth floor, Empire State.

The wind was chilly up there, biting and making Percy's skin flush golden, his nose numb and having lost all feeling a few minutes ago.

But Percy didn't mind, the cold never bothered him anyway.

The leaves of the wind rustled slightly, creating a beautiful sound that offered the perfect contrast to the distant sounds of partying and singing at the Olympian ball, a slight sweet smell of flowers wafting to his nose and making him sigh softly. He rubbed the ground with his feet, creating a small furrow with his boot in the soft earth, listening to the crunch of little leaves of and twigs. The tree overhead rustled its leafy branches which swayed slightly in the gentle breeze, an occasional leaf fluttering down to the bench Percy was sitting on, and offering him the best umbrella in the world.

Percy reclined back on the bench, spreading his arms and leaning his head back as he stared up at the dark night sky, studded with little silver stars not too different in terms of appearance from the little diamonds in his earrings. His messy hair fell softly to his shoulders as he chewed on the inside of his cheek, lost in thought.

Thoughts about all those who had died. Annabeth. Jason. So many Romans and Greeks alike. Hunters he had grown close to. All thanks to what? Greed?

Why?

Was he any different? All the atrocities he had committed, all the lives he had taken with his own two hands. His memories warped in the visions swimming in the darkness behind his closed eyelids, replacing the monsters, Titans, Giants, all the rogue demigods he had killed with his friends, lovers, Blackjack, Mrs. O' Leary...

He closed his eyes, feeling tears well up.

He opened his eyes once more when he felt confident that he wasn't going to cry, letting out a shaky breath as he blinked multiple times, staring back up at the sky. The Huntress twinkled beautifully, as graceful and glorious as the Huntress herself had been in her life. Zoë... Just another one to add to his endless list of failures.

His ears perked up, detecting the sounds of soft footsteps behind him.

Percy lolled his head back, so that he could watch Artemis and Thalia approach him, though upside down. Thalia in an off shoulders black dress that clung to her every curve and really brought out her long raven hair and dark eyes, and Artemis in a silver strapless dress that matched her hair and had been responsible for turning heads throughout the night.

"I'm not blaming myself over the deaths of others." He spoke blandly, fixing them with an expressionless face.

"I didn't even say anything." A small smile played across Artemis' lips as she circled around the bench to Percy's right side, sitting beside him as Thalia occupied his left.

Percy stayed quiet, not bothering to raise his head to meet their eyes.

"I didn't feel like partying. I told them... they didn't listen." He spoke in a small voice that betrayed the guilt he was feeling eating away at his very being.

Artemis laid her hand on his thigh, squeezing in a silent display of comfort. "All the others had hoped it would distract you from your guilt, Percy. It has been three years, everybody has moved on. Everybody except you. We should not forget our dead, but we should not cling to their memory either."

Percy closed his eyes again, feeling the gentle breeze ruffle his clothes, the warmth of the two girls pressed against his sides. "I'm immortal... I'm afraid I will forget Annabeth. I don't want to forget her."

His voice failed to raise its volume.

Artemis smiled at him, though it was not noticed. "That's because you're a good man, Percy, and all of us know that. Annabeth knew that. We should not forget our dead, but we should not cling to their memory either."

Percy raised his head finally, meeting her glistening silver eyes with his own sea green ones. "I... I'm sorry for spoiling your night."

Artemis smiled back at him, her pink lips curling up in a beautiful smile of their own accord. "You did not spoil our night, Percy. You only made it more special by showing that you are still human. That your heart is still in its rightful place."

Percy kept staring at her for some time, and she stared back with equal intensity. He finally broke away, struggling to meet the gaze of the lovely moon goddess, tilting his head back again.

"I'm sorry." He apologized genuinely, giving his two goddesses a gentle, comforting squeeze on the shoulders. "I was being selfish and looking at only what I wanted. All of us lost many loved ones in the war. You lost many Hunters as well, Artemis. Thalia, you lost not only your brother, but your sisters in the Hunt and Annabeth, as well."

Thalia, who had been quiet all this time, laid her head on his outstretched arm, joining him in stargazing, spying the occasional stars twinkling against the dark night sky, visible through the dark leaves of the tree. "Shut up, Kelp Head."

Her voice was soft and gentle, devoid of the playful bite that her words carried.

Watching the two of them stargaze, Artemis joined them as well. "The stars are beautiful tonight."

"Yeah... Seems like Zoë is celebrating as well." Percy observed quietly, a wistful smile playing on his lips at the thought of what might have been.

He tightened his hold on his two goddesses, smiling as they shuffled closer to him on the bench, resting their hands on his broad chest in an attempt to feel his warmth without being indecent.

Percy raised them effortlessly into his lap, watching them blush bright golden at his actions.

"Wh-What are you doing, Jackson?!" Thalia hissed, embarrassed, her cheeks bright golden as she met his gaze with shy, electric blue eyes.

Percy smiled at her. "It's cold out here, and you two are not wearing anything too warm. You will catch a cold."

Thalia stared at him for a few moments longer, trying to beat down the blush creeping up her neck, before giving in and joining Artemis in hiding her face in his broad chest.

Percy laughed at her actions, the normally stand-offish, punk daughter of Zeus was still a softie at heart.

He held Artemis and Thalia close to his chest, feeling their hot faces pressed up against his chest as he snapped his fingers, covering the three of them with his warm coat as they sat on the secluded bench.

Percy stared back at the Huntress, listening to Artemis and Thalia's breaths slowly even out as the two goddesses fell asleep in his lap, hugging each other tightly and snuggling into his chest, drawing his coat closer like a blanket to cover them.

He smiled. Maybe letting go of the past wasn't such a bad idea, when he had a bright future to look forward to, not to mention an equally happy present with two beautiful goddesses asleep in his lap.

The Huntress twinkled back, as if approving of his thoughts.

Chapter 72: A Moonlit Monster

Time: Night Before Last Chapter

Tomorrow.

Tomorrow would mark the third anniversary of Annabeth's death, just another one of his endless list of failures. And his biggest failure.

Percy drew his knees closer to his chest, staring out of the open glass door at the world outside, wondering where everything went wrong.

It was not like he hated his current life, far from it, in fact. It was just that... he had all these duties and burdens just thrown on his shoulders without a moment's notice, like a giant curveball life decided to pitch at him. With every passing day, with every nightmare some mortal had in the world, every time anyone died of despair, just more was added to the emotional burden he had to carry, making his heart grow heavier, colder by the day.

He didn't want to be like that.

He wanted to be just Percy. The little abused boy who was lucky to survive another day, the little boy who lived for his mother, the boy with only one friend. The boy with more problems than anybody else in the world, the boy who went unnoticed everywhere.

Percy rested his chin on his knees, trying to derive some warmth as the cold, nocturnal breeze buffeted him, ruffling his messy raven hair.

He didn't ask to be this. Being Percy Jackson was good and all, but it took away the charms of living, when you had to be there for the entire world. When everybody looked up to you, even your lovers. Nobody understood.

They said they did, but they didn't. Nobody ever did. You can't understand something like that unless you live through it. They meant well, but they couldn't offer a shoulder to him.

Not that Percy ever asked them for their help, either. He was too proud to even reveal any of his weaknesses, even to his own family. No, he was their dom, they accepted him as their master, and he had to be strong. For their sake. He had to protect them.

He was a Dark god, made to destroy.

Fuck.

Percy wiped the lone tear that rolled down his cheek, leaving only a damp smudge on the back of his hand.

His sea-green eyes wandered back out to the world outside, bathed in moonlight. Beautiful and serene, asleep and quiet, without any of the worries that tortured Percy every waking moment, like an endless fever dream that made him feel like everything was far away, as if life was a third-person RPG he was cursed to play eternally, with no sleep not rest, no wakefulness nor any consciousness about himself.

He watched the calm waters of the pool glisten silver under the full moon, gentle ripples caused by the slight breeze and the occasional leaf falling in the water. The leaves of the shadowy palms rustling and swaying with mysterious, soothing whisperings, standing guard over vacant deck chairs placed around the pool, eternally holding an umbrella over whoever decided to take a swim. In the distance, the ocean reflected the bright silver orb of the full moon in frothy waves that crashed on the sandy beach, creating a white haze of noise that only added to the surreal feeling, the endless stretches of ivory sands not too unlike the endless plains of glass that Percy had encountered in Tartarus.

He no longer feared Tartarus, but the damage was already done, the same way Gabe had had a permanent impact on him. Irrevocably etched in his mind, Tartarus was synonymous with pain and loss in his dictionary.

Percy tilted his head, feeling his long raven hair fall across his face messily. The moonlight seemed to play tricks on his mind, twisting the air into shadows that danced across the silver grass, weaving the mist into smoky figures of those long past. Zoë, Silena, Charles, Luke, an endless list of heroes and demigods doomed to die since the beginning of time, simply replaying the tragedies of heroes told in ancient words in an eternal cycle from which there was no escape, again and again, and again..... Annabeth.

Percy closed his eyes, letting out a deep sigh to compose himself. Why?

He thought he had let go of these feelings. Then why?

Every year, without fail, why did this day make him feel so sad? Why did the crippling guilt never go away, no matter how much time passed?

Percy opened his eyes again, removing his gaze from the world outside to his own body, trying to ground himself with the physical sensations he was feeling, trying to bind his mind with the senses of flesh and skin and ichor rushing through his veins.

He looked beautiful in the moonlight, his tanned bronze skin assuming a silver glow, making even his rough scars look smooth, like artwork. The biting wind raised slight goosebumps on his shirtless torso, his hurt laid bare for the world to see, like a patchwork on his body.

Perhaps the moon added a different shade of beauty to everything, even monsters like him, who fed off the bad things in the world. Maybe Artemis was just this beautiful of a person.

The endless night. Nyx lulled people to sleep, Hypnos guided them to the realm of Morpheus, who made them relive their worst moments, made them realise their worst fears. And Percy fed off on all of it, directly feeding misery to the masses all of his own free will. He was the god of nightmares, he had to maintain the natural order of things.

He was a fucking monster. He tortured children and adults alike with endless nightmares whenever they fell asleep. Who knows how many he had driven to suicide, insanity, depression or death with his dreams? He should have bottled it up, let it destroy himself from inside, he should have sacrificed himself to save everybody.

He should have fucking died. He had no business living eternally while those around him suffered. While people around the world suffered, he sat on his ass, playing home with girls he wasn't even sure loved him, offering them half-assed affection, though not by choice. There were demigods out there dying daily, fighting monsters, being hunted and abused, and here he was, enjoying his posh life.

He had made a promise. An empty promise, false words, false hopes.

He was no better than Zeus.

He couldn't look his younger self in the eye. He was ashamed of what he had become, the typical god he had sought to avoid becoming. He did nothing for the welfare of the demigods, only preached false ideals without trying to realise them.

Percy took a deep, shuddering breath, trying to put a lid on the endless fountain of morbid, self-deprecating thoughts. His eyelids fluttered, tracing the scars on his arms as he made his way to his hand.

He felt his lips tremble, a weakness in his jaw that made him grit his teeth in frustration. His heart raced, his breath ragged and his chest heaving.

Tears glistened in the little stubble he grew, only highlighted by the moonlight as he shakily raised his hand.

Percy tilted his hand, watching as his veins and muscles shifted as he flexed his fingers, slowly moving his fingers to watch their every move like they were the most interesting thing he had ever watched. And in a way, they were. Despite having his body for what, twenty-seven years now, he still was alien to the functioning of his body, the way his muscles moved whenever he did anything.

His glistening sea-green eyes roamed over the little star-shaped scar left on his hand by the pit scorpion Luke had summoned, watching the slightly pale, bumpy skin in the moonlight.

He was no different, a monster in the moonlight. How many innocent monsters had he killed, monsters like Mrs. O' Leary? Monsters who were just like him, trying to survive another day away from the horrors of Tartarus.

Why was Artemis so kind? Why did she show him her light? Not only him, why did she give hope to all the creatures of the night? Weren't they the ones who were evil? Snakes, spiders, cockroaches, and all sorts of vermin came crawling out during the night, and he was no better. Not truly.

He was a monster as well.

The moonlight made him look beautiful, something he wasn't.

Percy raised his hand, blocking his view of the moon, casting a shadow over his face, feeling oddly resentful. It felt like Artemis was taking pity on him, something that made him growl and grit his teeth. It wasn't enough, though, the light escaped between his fingers to illuminate his pale face, and sooner rather than later, he removed his hand to continue staring at the moon like a lovestruck fool, like a sunflower follows the sun.

He gulped, feeling an urge to howl at the moon, to worship Artemis with all that he had, and wondering if he was part werewolf as he slid his tongue over his canines.

The glass door was rudely slammed shut, almost making him jump out of his skin in fright at the sudden action.

Percy whirled around, to see Thalia standing there, her hands on her hips in what seemed like an angry gesture, staring at him with a hodgepodge mixture of unidentifiable emotions glistening in her electric blue eyes.

Percy's breath was momentarily taken away as he beheld the glorious lieutenant of the Hunters of Artemis in all of her ethereal, otherworldly beauty, bathed in moonlight, and making him gasp quietly.

Thalia seemed to almost glow in the moonlight, her already pale skin assuming a silver tinge that just added to her allure, her raven black hair darker than night, falling past her shoulders. She wore a loose white shirt that had slipped on one shoulder, revealing creamy skin that invited Percy to sink his teeth into it and taste her, like she was a delicious dessert. She wore little shorts that barely left anything to the imagination, exposing her thick thighs that Percy might lust after a tad too much.

Her soft, pink edible lips puckered in dissatisfaction as she scowled at him with furrowed eyebrows. "You'll catch a cold, Percy. What are you doing here with this open door?"

He did not move from his sitting position, still with his knees drawn to his chest as he stared at her through dull eyes.

Taking his silence and his slightly bloodshot eyes as an answer, Thalia sighed, before she joined him on the floor, sitting, leaning with her back against the glass door.

Percy's eyes followed her every movement like a predator, watching her muscles flexing and her hips swaying hypnotically as she moved gracefully, showing off her skills as the lieutenant of the Hunters of Artemis, the image only reinforced by the otherworldly glow that the moonlight gave her skin, making her look like the goddess she was.

He hesitated for a brief moment, before turning around, joining Thalia as he sat with his back to the glass door, watching the dark dining room and the deserted house, only a small portion illuminated by the silver moonlight. The red digits of a digital clock glowed in the other room, only slightly visible from their position.

"I know what you're thinking about," Thalia whispered, sidling closer to him as she laid her head on his shoulder.

Percy did not respond, not in the mood to contribute to the conversation, and let her lead for once.

"Percy..... I know it isn't easy, it will never be, but you can't change the past." He remained silent, resting his head on his knees as he watched the moonlight make patterns on the floor. He knew she was right, but he didn't want to acknowledge the truth. There was always something he could have done differently, something that might have made things turn out for the better.

"I know you're feeling guilty, I know you're feeling bitter about us. You think that you have to stand alone against the world, and that none of us understands what you're going through...." Thalia stopped, smiling at Percy, sure that he was watching her no matter how much he tried to look disinterested. "And you're right. None of us understands what it is to be Percy Jackson, to shoulder the burden you carry. Nor can we ever hope to share that burden, but the most we can do is to offer you a shoulder to lean on when you get tired."

Percy stayed silent, mulling over her words without giving her any reaction.

Thalia just sat beside him, joining him in his quiet contemplation, a comfortable silence feeling the moonlit room as they sat beside each other. Percy felt grateful for that, she didn't pressure him into sharing his problems with her, rather she offered him a choice.

After a few minutes, Percy leaned his head on hers, pulling her into a one-armed side hug to share his warmth with her.

"What are you doing up so late?" His voice came out barely over a whisper.

"I couldn't sleep." She responded, her voice as small as his. "You're not the only one who lost loved ones in the war, you know?"

Percy went silent, aware of his own selfishness. Trying to offer Thalia the same freedom she had given him, he just squeezed her shoulders in a comforting gesture.

"What were you thinking about?" Thalia shot back a question of her own, making a fun game out of the questions.

Percy smiled at that, looking down at the floor. "I was thinking about.... how... bad I am. I promised that I would improve the lives of demigods, but look at me now. I'm no better than Zeus."

Thalia smiled at him, her electric blue eyes boring into his very soul as she playfully swatted the back of his head. "Idiot. My father was a dick, and he deserved it. And you have done a lot for the demigods. They are the happiest they have been in forever. You succeeded in your mission, Percy."

She tugged him closer to her, pressing her lips in a soft, moist kiss to his forehead. "Everyone here is proud of you, Percy. I'm proud of you."

Percy smiled weakly at her, feeling his willpower slowly crumbling under her gaze and her affectionate gestures. "I... I... thank you, Thalia."

His lips twitched upwards in a genuine smile that brightened his features, before he stared back at her with an unblinking gaze, sea green meeting electric blue.

Unable to hold her gaze for long, Percy broke the impromptu staring contest, his eyes flicking towards the streak of neon blue in her hair in a search for any excuse to not meet her eyes.

They were silent for a moment, as Percy leisurely explored Thalia's features with his eyes, ignoring the slight golden hue on her pale cheeks.

"You have lost a lot in your life, haven't you, Thals?" He whispered, like it was some forbidden secret he had just spilt to her.

Thalia looked at him, her expression faltering for a moment before her affectionate smile was replaced by a depressed one.

"Yeah." She didn't elucidate further, as both of them kept quiet for a few moments, the silence in the room suddenly heavy. Percy mentally kicked himself for being so thick-headed.

"I'm sorry." He whispered to her, feeling embarrassed as Thalia side-eyed him.

"I wasn't expecting much better from your dumbass." She elbowed him in the ribs teasingly, making Percy smile at how easily she could take it.

"I wish I could be like you, Thalia. I wonder how you manage to smile every day, to go through everything as if nothing was wrong. You are the leader of the Hunters, they all look up to you, and rightly so. And me?" Percy gave a self-deprecating laugh. "I just crumble under pressure."

Thalia threw one of her legs across his, sliding smoothly into his lap, her light body feeling like a feather in his lap, fitting perfectly against his broader frame.

Percy was surprised for a brief moment, but it did not last long. He was used to such shows of affection from his girls.

His arms wrapped instinctively around her slim waist as she cupped his face, forcing him to look up at her, her blue eyes electrifying as they stared into his dark green, almost boring into his soul.

"You're the best leader I have ever seen, Jackson." She leaned down, pressing her lips softly to his in a chaste kiss. Percy was shocked at the sheer emotion she conveyed through the simple, gentle gesture, so unlike her, he felt his heart thumping loudly in his chest as he stood still, too surprised to act. She moved away before he could reciprocate.

"You're strong, you're smart when the time calls for it, and you're kindhearted." Her eyes roamed over his face, searching his expressions for anything, her hands slowly caressing his stubbly jaw, before tracing down his neck to rest on his chest. She smiled, feeling his heart beat loudly against her palm, as she looked up at him, meeting his eyes, glistening with emotion.

"You have your faults. But that's alright. I love you, Percy. And I love every single one of your faults as well, because those are what makes you, you." She leaned up, not giving him an opportunity to reply as she kissed him softly, their lips moving together for a brief moment as Percy kissed back, before she retreated again, enjoying playing this game of tag with the Dark god.

Her hips ground against his crotch, feeling his member stir through his pants as her waist moved of its own accord, her hands still on his chest, supporting her. Thalia chewed on her lower lip for a brief moment, her hesitation visible in wary blue eyes, before she moved in a single, graceful sweep, wrapping her arms around Percy's head and burying his face in her tits.

Percy gave a weak laugh, muffled by her chest as he hugged her back, snuggling her breasts lovingly, all his angst forgotten. "Who told you I love this?"

Thalia stayed silent, knowing that Annabeth's name would make him break down again. Percy did not seem to care for her lack of an answer, as he continued chuckling quietly to himself, his emotions taking a one eighty-degree turn. Slowly, his mirth died down, turning to muted sobs and subsiding to the gloomy brooding state he was in, as he extracted himself from the heavenly suffocation of her tits. His eyes still glistened slightly, his nose red and his breaths ragged with emotion.

"Annabeth told you that, didn't she?" He whispered to her, despite his muffled voice, it was crystal clear to Thalia, making her bite her lip in worry, her eyes dancing warily as they met his sea green. Before she could reply, however, she was cut off, as Percy continued, seemingly readings her thoughts as he changed the subject, his eyes dipping down towards her chest. "Your.... umm... seem bigger."

Thalia felt like laughing as she watched the Dark god blush and be awkward, unable to openly tell her that her tits had grown.

"Yeah." She hugged him tightly, allowing him to feel her soft flesh mashed against his chest, to feel her stiff nipples poking him through the thin shirt that she wore. "Aphrodite owed me a favour. I wanted to do something for you."

She breathed, teething his ear slightly.

Percy was quiet for a while, and fearing that he had taken it the wrong way, Thalia hastened to explain herself nervously, a slight golden blush dusting her cheeks. "I wanted to do it. I watch how you look at Piper, or Hestia, or Aphrodite, and I wanted you to look at my chest the same way. I wanted to be the best, for you."

"You were best as you were, Thalia," Percy whispered back, hugging her tightly as he pondered over his next words. "Although, I guess, I'm not bothered by what you do to your body as long as it doesn't harm you in any way. As long as you continue being my Pinecone Face."

Thalia smiled at his sweetness, nuzzling his neck affectionately as she peppered him with soft kisses. "I guess you just got yourself a big titty goth GF, Jackson. You should thank me."

Her hands trailed down to the hem of his pants, tracing his abs and sliding over his naked skin as she kissed him again.

Percy stopped her before she could reach any lower, his large hands holding hers still.

He gazed into her eyes, his vulnerability visible in his shining, dark green eyes. "I.... Can we just cuddle tonight?"

Thalia paused, her electric blue eyes searching his face before she smiled brightly, her pink lips curling upwards in a smile that lit up the room. "For you, anything."

Percy smiled back at her, pressing another soft kiss to her lips before he snapped his fingers, using his godly powers to push the dining table against the corner of the room, and conjuring a thin mattress with pillows and a blanket, so that they could sleep on the floor in front of the glass door. So that he could watch Thalia illuminated in the moonlight as he fell asleep, holding her.

He returned to gazing at her eyes, watching her smile brightly at him as she leaned back in his lap, a playful grin on her lips.

Percy watched her with an amused expression, not moving from his position, leaning against the glass.

"Well, if you can be shirtless," Thalia started, her hands finally leaving his naked chest, "I can be, too."

Before Percy could stop her, in a fluid motion, she tugged her shirt upwards, leaving her upper body bare to his wandering gaze, before tossing it away, her cheeks tinged slightly golden at her own actions.

"Fuck." Percy breathed, listening to Thalia giggle as she soaked in his awestruck expression, inflating her ego.

She looked otherworldly. Her pale skin glowed silver in the moonlight, her raven black hair with its own ethereal glow about it, making her porcelain skin look the softest and the smoothest Percy had ever seen her look. She was a beautiful flower that only grew in the most sacred of places, and Percy felt flattered that she had decided to give him her affections. He watched her electric blue eyes dancing shyly as she looked at him, an embarrassed golden tint to her cheeks at being ogled at so shamelessly.

She was the lieutenant of the Hunters of Artemis, one of the most powerful women in the world, and she was all his.

Percy touched her waist delicately, as if trying to ensure that she wouldn't disappear, that she was real, his hands exploring her slim waist with a desperate need to remember her every curve, to memorise the feeling of every single bit of skin that she showed, like a blind man who had just seen all the secrets the world had to offer, while his eyes did not leave her chest for a single moment, watching her firm, D-cup tits jiggle deliciously with every breath that she took, her rosy nipples dark and stiff with arousal. Her pale, milky skin that was flushed golden in her embarrassment, giving a golden tinge to her creamy shoulders.

Thalia smiled, abashed at his affections, before leaning down to peck his lips lovingly. She tugged him forward, inviting him to bed as she allowed herself to fall backwards, giving a small laugh as she bounced off the soft mattress.

Percy followed her lead, joining her on the bed. He hovered above her for a moment, torn between staring at her captivating eyes or her massive tits, before he rolled to the side, hugging her from behind, for once, his lust getting overpowered by his need to feel loved.

She shivered, feeling him nuzzle her neck, his warm breath tickling the back of her neck and making her hair stand on end, his strong arms wrapping around her stomach and clutching her to his bare chest.

Thalia blushed at that, feeling her naked skin pressed against his. Despite having spent so long a time with him, his little innocent acts of affection never failed to heat up her cheeks.

Percy breathed in her scent deeply, his face buried in her lush, raven hair as he tried to keep the tears welling up in his eyes at bay. Her soft body felt so comfortable against his, just inviting him to go off to sleep, hugging her.

Percy's eyes wandered to the moonlit world outside the dining room, watching the moon through the glass door which served as his window to the outside world, as he spooned Thalia, the blanket covering their naked upper bodies.

He felt slight tears slide down his face and dampen her hair, despite the feeling of warm comfort blooming in his heart.

"Thalia.... thank you." He whispered to her, his face still in her raven hair, and making her smile.

"It's alright, Percy. I'm your submissive, it's my job to take care of you, to fight for you." She whispered back, feeling Percy's hold on her tighten as he buried his face in her hair, sniffing. His arms holding her firmly around her toned stomach, to keep her from leaving him, not that she would. She felt his broad chest and firm, cheese grater abs pressed against her smooth back, felt his heart pounding against his chest as she pressed against him intimately, their bodies as close as their hearts were.

Eventually, as she heard Percy's breaths even out and gentle snores fill the silence in the dark dining room, Thalia smiled, her own eyes heavy and drooping with sleep as she stared at the moonlit world outside, lost in thought for a moment before she decided to close her eyes and live in the beautiful moment, concentrating on the warm comfort that she felt.

And thus, the daughter of Zeus set in for a night of blissful sleep, trying to keep in the soft moans building up in the back of her throat as Percy's hands started to wander in the way that they always did, exploring her exposed body and groping her tits in his sleep, their actions frenzied by the feeling of her soft skin.

Percy woke up to someone lovingly stroking his hair a few hours later.

Trying to resist the urge to groan, he cracked an eye open, before squeezing it shut immediately at the harsh glare of the sunlight that flooded the room and burned his eyes.

Slowly, when his eyes finally got adjusted to the light, he stared up at the person, a groggy frown on his face at being woken up.

Artemis smiled down at him, her hands entangled in his silky raven hair, playing with his hair. Her silver eyes shined brightly with emotion as she stared down at the sleepy Dark god, her dark auburn hair forming a fiery golden halo in the light, that made her look every bit the beautiful, fearsome goddess that she was.

It must have been around dawn, as the dining room was filled with a gentle golden light, a far cry from the silver moonlight that had illuminated it earlier. The sunlight gave a golden tinge to everything, making the entire world seem ethereal, like it was a cartoonish depiction of Olympus come alive. It only intensified Artemis' fiery hair, making her porcelain skin glow, making it seem as if her very ichor had a glow about it.

Percy stared at her hypnotic silver eyes for a moment, trying to get his bearings, before he looked down at the weight on his chest, to see Thalia sleeping comfortably on his chest, lost in her own dream world. She didn't give any indication that her sleep had been disturbed in any way, a small, content smile playing on her soft, pink lips in her sleep, that made him smile.

He clutched her tighter, protectively, to his chest, and in response, she only snuggled deeper into him, burrowing into his chest as she drew the covers over her head, resting her cheek against his sternum and hugging him like he was the best oversized pillow in the world.

Thalia looked so innocent in her sleep, her tough goth look replaced by the image of vulnerability that she usually hid, that Percy felt flattered he had been given the opportunity to see.

Percy tried to ignore the feeling of her tits pressing against his muscular abdomen, trying not to let his thoughts wander as he concentrated on Artemis.

"Sleep well yesterday?" She whispered to him, a small smile on her lips as she looked down at him affectionately, never pausing her gentle ministrations on his hair.

Percy nuzzled into her thigh in response, enjoying the feeling of her soft hands running through his hair, and her soft thighs acting as a pillow for his head.

Artemis laughed quietly at the sleepy god, content to keep playing with his hair and enjoying the quiet moment between the three of them.

She hummed a soft tune, singing him a lullaby to lull him back to sleep, clearly knowing how the Dark god hated being up so early.

She watched Percy's eyes droop in sleep sooner rather than later, as he returned to the realm of Morpheus, the soft snoring of the two asleep immortals the only sound that penetrated the silence of the house.

Artemis felt her heart rate pick up as she looked down at the Dark god asleep in her lap, feeling her cheeks heat up as she looked at him affectionately, her hands going on autopilot as they enjoyed the silky softness of his hair.

Her silver eyes roamed over his sharp features, his well-defined jaw and his delicious-looking neck, travelling down to his chiselled chest. The blanket was drawn up to his chest, so that only a bit of Thalia's dark hair was visible.

She could not stop smiling as she stared at the two, love and affection welling up in her heart, making ichor rush to her cheeks.

She watched the two for some more, concentrating more on Percy's face, his tanned skin that looked like gold in the sunlight, the way Thalia rose and fell with every breath, moving with his chest. The way her own chest moved as she breathed, visible only as an outline through the blanket she had covered herself with.

A small smile tugged at Artemis' lips. She had had an inkling that Thalia was as much of a cuddle monster as Percy was, despite the tough, standoffish exterior that she projected.

Her eyes wandered off to the world outside, making her sigh in contentment as she watched Asteria slowly pull her chariot through the clouds that collected near the eastern horizon, bathing the sky and the sea in bright colours of orange, crimson and gold, that so harshly contrasted the shades of her night, blue, purple and silver. She watched the few morning birds in the sky as they took wing in search of prey, the leaves of the tree rustling in the slight morning breeze.

She relished in the feeling of Percy's soft hair entangled with her fingers, their gentle snoring on her ears, the soft caress of the warm sunlight on her skin.

She glanced up at the sun, smiling at her sister, sure that she was watching her.

"Artemis." Percy groaned, bringing her attention back to him. Whether he had said her name in a state of deep sleep or hazy wakefulness, she didn't know. That didn't stop her from blushing, however, as she stared down at her lover, asleep in her lap.

"Come here." He slurred slightly in his sleep, throwing his arm to the side to invite her to join their cuddling.

After only a brief moment of hesitation, the moon goddess crawled over to his side, slowly lowering herself into his hold, careful not to disturb their sleep too much. Immediately Percy's arm tightened upon her body, holding her close to him and lulling her to sleep, their soft breaths an irresistible lullaby. The warmth she felt, sleeping on the floor with Percy and Thalia, bathed in the golden light of dawn, felt much more homely than anything she had ever felt prior to meeting the son of Poseidon, and for that, Artemis felt grateful to him. Not only to him, but to Thalia, as well.

For giving her a home that she could lovingly call hers.

Chapter 73: Balls and Beauty: Part 2

Time: After Part 1

"I had a feeling I would find you here."

The voice cut through the all-pervading silence that reigned supreme in the room, till Percy could hear his own thoughts, breaking him out of his silent musings and making him look up at the intruder who had barged in on his alone time in the moonlit darkness of the dining room, revelling in the shadows that danced across the corners at night, for once embracing the feeling of the tortured masses captured in nightmarish terror that never left him, embracing the stars that dotted the dark night sky like pearls on dark velvet.

He cocked his head, a small smile playing on his lips as he watched Thalia saunter over to him lazily, her hips swaying enticingly for his benefit, his predatory, gleaming dark eyes following every seductive movement of her waist as she walked over to him, before plopping beside him just as she had done the previous day. "What are you doing this time?"

"Nothing," Percy muttered, looking away towards the cold marble floor of the dining room. The table was once again pushed towards a corner, and a thin roll of bedding was spread out in the middle of the room, a silent indication of his desire to cuddle again tonight.

The Dark god blushed slightly, remembering the feeling of Thalia's heavy tits in his hands the previous night, hoping that she didn't notice the embarrassed golden glow of his cheeks, hidden in the silver moonlight. Even if she did, she didn't comment on it, making Percy feel thankful.

His bare back was pressed against the cool glass of the door, moonlight flooding the dining room, just as it had the previous night. The entire house was silent and dark, most of its occupants asleep or otherwise occupied. "I was thinking about what Artemis said. She is right, it doesn't do anything to mop about and beat up myself over the sacrifices of others. It is spitting on their memory, and their sacrifice."

His voice was soft, his eyes slightly misty as he leaned his head back till it rested against the cool glass, watching the night sky and enjoying the silence that allowed him to hear his own heartbeats, the only other sound being their soft breaths.

Thalia stayed silent for a moment, lost in her own thoughts and quiet contemplations about what he had just said, thinking briefly about the sacrifices that had been made for her sake. The next moment, however, she shook her head to get rid of the grim brooding atmosphere that clogged her brain, smiling slightly at the childish expression of wonder that was visible on Percy's face as he stared at the stars, before snuggling up to him, burying into his side as she laid her head on his shoulder.

The sweet, floral smell of her shampoo wafted over to Percy's nose, her skin soft and cool against his bare body, making it extremely hard for him to fight down the blush rising up his neck. "I'm glad you understand, Percy. It hurt me to see you constantly blame yourself for what was not your fault."

She placed a delicate hand on his cheek, gently turning his head to face hers as she leaned up, placing a soft, chaste kiss on his lips that was gone too soon. Her electric blue eyes bored into his dark sea green, swirling with powerful emotions as she stared at his abashed expression, searching for words to describe how she felt every time she looked at him, trying to tell him about the blush that coloured her cheeks every time she thought about him.

"I love you, Percy." In the end, lost for words, she settled for the simplest expression of emotion in history, hoping that her voice conveyed all that she felt towards him.

Percy smiled at her sincere expression, leaning down to brush his nose against hers in a simple display of affection that somehow endeared him even further to Thalia. "I love you, too, Thals."

He whispered against her lips, his eyes gazing into hers, never breaking eye contact as they just stared into each other's eyes, feeling the other's warm breaths upon their faces, a playful challenge visible in their eyes.

Percy rose to the challenge as he always did, as if some unknown force was compelling him to obey her unspoken words, to cater to her needs and her thirst as he latched his lips onto hers.

This kiss was definitely different from before, yet so similar at the same time, conveying all the burning passions and emotions that the two felt through their connected lips, hungry for each other, addicted to their taste as they moved in sync, kissing like experienced lovers who have spent an eternity together.

Percy wrapped an arm around her slim waist, before effortlessly lifting her into his lap without breaking the kiss. Thalia only moaned in response, feeling his strong arms wrapped around her body, her hips bucking towards his crotch in burning need.

She broke the kiss, breathless and golden-cheeked, sitting back in his lap as she stared at Percy, wondering how someone could be so perfect, yet so flawed at the same time. Pondering over how he could make her heart race until it started to hurt, how he could keep her on her toes yet make her feel relaxed at the same time, like he was just made to mess up all her emotions and making her wonder what was real and what were hallucinations.

This was definitely real, Thalia concluded, trying not to drool as she ran her hands all over his broad, naked chest, feeling his toned muscles flex as he shivered involuntarily beneath her fleeting, gentle touches.

Blushing slightly as she continued to grope him shamelessly, Thalia leaned up, capturing his delicious lips in another searing hot kiss that made her toes curl and her pussy dampen in arousal as she heard his husky groan.

The daughter of Zeus continued to relish in his soft sounds of pleasure that just fanned her blush and added to her growing ego, her mind single-minded in its determination to continue to elicit the erotic sounds from his lips. Her hands ran over his chiselled abs, her soft palms brushing his skin as she groped his muscles, her tongue exploring his mouth as her number fingers traced the sharp ridges of his body and ghosted over his pale scars, enjoying the feeling of slight sweat beginning to dampen his perfectly tanned, bronze skin.

Percy was initially caught off guard by the eager, ravishing attack of the daughter of Zeus, caught in her trap and allowing her to explore his body with her soft, small hands. He allowed her to have her fun for some more time, smiling at the feeling of making out with his long-time friend, now his lovely big titty goth gf.

The thought of her tits broke him out of his bliss, making him spur to action. As much as he enjoyed letting Thalia take care of him and pleasure him, the memory and feeling of her soft flesh that lingered beneath his hands urged him to fiery, passionate action, to again listen to the beautiful music of her soft moans and screams in his ears.

He returned her affections, beginning to tangle his tongue with hers and resisting the control she exercised over the kiss, his hands beginning to mirror hers and explore her body, just as she had done his.

The feeling of his hands, which had been holding on to her waist tightly, lovingly, for so long, come to life with lustful, lecherous intent, made Thalia moan louder than usual, her body practically melting in Percy's arms and moulding to his body with lustful need, like she was his little kitten in heat.

The thought made her mewl and purr into his mouth, stopping her exploring hands from dipping into his shorts to find her treasure, instead returning to reacquaint herself with his broad chest, already missing the feeling of his muscles beneath her hands and content with letting him dictate the pace as usual.

Percy broke the kiss, a thin strand of saliva connecting him to Thalia's lovely, swollen lips as he stared into her hazy electric blue eyes, swirling with raging emotions. His cock stirred in his pants, twitching as she stuck her tongue out, breaking the thin trail of drool that connected them, hungrily licking his saliva off her lips as she fixed him with a sultry stare.

Percy's hands trailed up her waist to the curves of her slim, toned stomach, ghosting across the sides of her boobs and trailing across her creamy collarbones. His eyes explored her smooth neck hungrily, his mouth salivating with need as he watched her veins pulse with life, urging him to sink his teeth into her neck and drink from her, despite not being a vampire.

Percy followed his instinctive need for her, digging into her neck and sinking his teeth into her soft skin, eliciting a loud moan from her lips, no longer muffled by Percy's lips.

Her hands came up to cradle Percy's head, her fingers entangling with his messy hair as he continued to suck and bite her neck, feasting on her delicious skin with almost animalistic need, his hands not stopping their explorations. He reacquainted himself with her delicious ass, her bubbly butt delicious as always, his fingers sinking into her soft flesh as he groped her shamelessly, enjoying her moans as he bounced her bubble butt in his hands.

Percy continued to play with her lovely ass, squeezing her asscheeks tightly, feeling her soft skin through the thin moulding them every which way with little regard for her comfort, the black shorts that she wore providing her little protection from him.

Percy reluctantly detached himself from her neck, staring into her eyes once more, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips as he took on her breathless, sweaty state, her eyes burning with endless lust and need for his touch. He could practically feel her needy heat all the way from his position, smirking slightly as he leaned against the glass door lazily, eyeing her as if she was just a toy for him to enjoy at his leisure.

Percy allowed his eyes to roam over her body, ignoring the golden blush blooming on her cheeks as he checked her out shamelessly.

His eyes began their journey from her raven black hair, still slightly damp from her recent shower, lingering slightly on the bright streak of electric blue that matched her mesmerizing eyes. Her soft, pink lips that looked so sexy when she nibbled on them, matching well with her abashed expression, her smooth, porcelain skin tinged gold in embarrassment.

His eyes wandered down her graceful, pale neck, glistening slightly with his saliva, lingering a bit on her smooth collar bones that peeked from her white t-shirt, slightly see-through with sweat, and the dampness from her shower. Her heaving tits jiggled with every panting breath that she took, making it extremely difficult for him to tear his eyes away from her chest, all of her pale skin on display, her t-shirt sticking to her skin. Her stiff pink nipples poked through the fabric, easily visible and enticing, just testing Percy's self-control, especially after he had seen them naked the previous day.

His sea green eyes, glowing darker with lust, with every passing second as he roamed over her slim stomach, before glancing at her thick thighs, that looked like they were made to be used as his earmuffs.

Percy's eyes flicked back upwards to meet Thalia's, a little smirk tugging at his lips as he rested his hands on her waist. "Thalia, can you undress for me?"

His voice was soft and seductive, sending little shivers of excitement up her spine as she hastened to follow his order.

She tugged her shirt upwards, briefly breaking eye contact with him as she pulled it over her head, before tossing it away towards the corner of the room.

For all the similarities, this was definitely different from last night.

Not that Thalia was complaining. Each had its own charms, but she would prefer just being with Percy anytime over being without him.

She glanced at Percy to gauge his reactions to seeing her tits again, giving them a little enticing shake for his benefit, but he continued to stare at her body with a little amused expression, not giving away anything about his true intentions.

Getting the hint, she stood up, albeit a bit shakily thanks to her legs weak with arousal, before turning around in a classic move, ready to completely dress herself, to reveal herself to Percy.

This time was definitely different from the first time she slept with him. Despite the similar words and actions, the air between them was just charged with something pleasant that she could never hope to name, that made her heart beat even louder with everything he said and did.

Thalia wiggled her hips seductively, practically shoving her ass in Percy's face as she tugged off her black shorts, teasingly slowly, trying to push him to his limits with each and every one of her actions.

The shorts hit the ground with a soft thud, and Thalia immediately felt arms wrap around her thighs, drawing her backwards as Percy buried his face in her bountiful ass.

Percy felt he was in heaven as he hugged his face on Thalia's delicious ass, nuzzling her behind affectionately.

This was the dream of half the boys in Camp Half-Blood, and he was living it, forgetful of how grossed out he had been back then.

Thalia was his, and only his.

Percy reluctantly withdrew his face, before leaning back up to pepper her soft asscheeks with gentle kisses and playful nibbles, just enjoying the feeling of her heavenly soft flesh against his lips, her smooth creamy skin delicious as always.

Thalia's erotic moans were music to his ears, as he finally gave her what she wanted, sticking his tongue out to roughly lick all the way from her sweltering hot pussy to her tight, pink asshole. His hands continued to massage her thighs, enjoying the feeling of her soft flesh beneath his rough, exploring fingers as he buried his face in her snatch, hungrily eating her out.

Thalia continued to moan and mewl at his actions, slowly edging closer to her climax as Percy put his skilled mouth to work, slurping up all the fluids she was leaking and teasing her sensitive pussy with his rough tongue. Her back arched, glistening beads of sweat rolling down her pale skin as she tried to hold in her moans, pressing her heaving, needy tits to the world, the danger of getting caught in that compromising position only adding to her sinful pleasure.

Percy eventually removed his arms supporting from her, making Thalia sir on his face. She had lost control of her legs long ago, and had it not been for him holding her up, she was sure she would have given way long ago.

As it was, Thalia sat on Percy's face, smothering him deliciously with what was one of the best asses in the world, as his tongue continued to work hungrily at her pussy, making her continue to moan loudly, lustfully, at the utter control he had over her body, making her feel sensations she hadn't even been sure existed until she stumbled across him.

Percy used his hands to knead her lovely asscheeks as he continued to hungrily devour her pussy, dragging his tongue roughly all the way to her pink asshole sometimes, making Thalia go crazy with his movements.

He spread her asscheeks, taking a breather as he admired his handiwork, listening to the heavy breaths of the near-catatonic girl over him, who was held up only by his hands on her ass. His dark sea green eyes roamed over her tight-looking, pink puckered asshole, wandering past it to her dripping wetness peeking from between her luscious thighs.

Percy grinned, before diving back in with ravenous hunger, though this time, his aim was different, as he slobbered all over Thalia's beautiful ass, peppering her soft skin with gentle kisses and occasionally sucking on her juicy flesh, leaving purple, glistening hickeys. He continued wandering, his rough hands still kneading and groping her sensitive ass, making Thalia begin to grind back on his face, her hips moving of their own accord to add to the tantalizing stimulation.

Percy let his hands leave their wonderful hold on her heavenly asscheeks, feeling Thalia sir back down on his face now that the support was gone, feeling her asscheeks hugging his face deliciously, the feeling analogous to burying his face in her equally massive mammaries.

His tongue dragged roughly along the length of her asscrack, making her moan lewdly, and causing her hips to buck backwards to press her ass even harder against his face. Percy felt a smirk tug at his lips as he relished in Thalia's moans when he probed her tightly sealed asshole with his tongue, testing her sphincter for a moment before he would dive in.

Percy continued massaging her asshole with his tongue, gently easing it in as he leaned back lazily, the rest of his body as relaxed as it would have been if he was watching football.

Thalia moaned in ecstasy, her back arching and her eyes fluttering shut as she felt Percy's tongue finally enter her tight asshole, beginning to display his magic in her tight behind.

His tongue writhed against her velvety walls, trying to go in as deep as he could, before retreating again, setting up a rhythm as unpredictable as the constant ebb and tide of the sea, making her toes curl in pleasure as he hit all sorts of sensitive spots inside her, making the dirty, lewd act feel like a manifestation of heaven on Earth for her.

All too soon, the feeling was gone, as Percy retreated, ready to take things to the next stage as he gently kissed and slurped her asshole, greedily sucking in his saliva that slowly dripped from her puckered asshole to his waiting lips like a lewd nectar, before giving a gentle, parting kiss to her glistening pink hole and sending aroused shivers up her spine.

Percy removed his face from her tantalizing, warm ass, and getting the hint, Thalia sank to her knees, turning around to face him, straddling him as they sat on the floor, facing each other. The moonlight illuminated their skin, glistening slightly with sweat, painting the entire room silver as they stared into each other's eyes deeply, their breaths heavy and their cheeks golden, forgetting the entire world around them, and only alive to the burning sensations that raced through their own body, and the feeling of the other pressed up against them, needy and naked.

Thalia couldn't help the soft gasp that escaped her swollen, glistening lips as she felt Percy's thick meat nestled against her sweltering cunt, sandwiched between the two of them.

Thalia wrapped her arms around Percy's neck, drawing him in for a deep kiss as she ground her dripping cunt against his throbbing hardness, her tongue entangling with his and swapping saliva, their lips moving in sync.

She squeezed her thighs, trapping his dick in a delicious-looking sandwich between her thick thighs, her pale skin glistening as she smeared their sexes with her warm nectar, which only made it easier to grind on him.

She felt every single ridge and vein of his cock in hyper definition against her sensitive cunt, her hips moving of their own accord. Her hands trembled from the burning sensations coursing through her core, the feeling of Percy's tongue exploring her mouth and his strong arms wrapped around her waist, holding her tightly to his body. She felt her massive tits mashed against his chest, her stiff nipples poking him, sending jolts of pleasure through her core as they dragged across his glistening skin.

Thalia broke the kiss, impatient and breathless, her cheeks golden. An annoyed look settled on her face as she watched Percy lean back lazily, crossing his arms behind his head to cushion his head, like he was watching something interesting, a small, teasing smirk on his lips.

"What are you waiting for, Jackson? Fuck me. Fuck me good." She whined, grinding her hips against his throbbing hardness that pulsed at her words.

He just continued to smile in that annoying way of his, looking at her with amused dark sea green eyes. Thalia tried to ignore the little jolts of arousal that ran through her entire being at being looked at that way by him. Not anyone, but him.

"I'm thinking of letting you do all the work today, Thals. So, do not disappoint me." To accentuate his words, he bucked his hips, making her bounce a little in his lap as she bit her lip, trying to hold in the moan building up in the back of her throat at his treatment, looking at him with a mixture of arousal and slight confusion at being handed the reins so easily.

Thalia obeyed her master, lifting herself slightly nervously as she reached down, giving a few completely unnecessary strokes to his throbbing cock, all to indulge in her guilty pleasure of feeling his massive monster cock, that didn't even fit in her soft, small hands, looking like it could rip her in half with minimal effort.

She bit her lip as she slowly sank down, feeling his thick cock push through her soaking wet tightness with little effort, its path only made easier by the level of her arousal, the constant stream of nectar gushing from her pussy and glistening on her thighs, covering his thick meat as well.

Thalia let out a shaky moan, feeling her thighs shake and tremble slightly at the sensations, slowly easing down on him instead of taking him all at one go as she usually would have done. At that pace, he seemed to go on forever, only adding to her helpless state of arousal.

Her electric blue eyes held Percy's unblinking gaze, watching him eye her with increasing amusement, afraid to even blink lest he should miss her lewd expressions as she slowly lowered herself on his meat.

Thalia let out a shaky breath that she hadn't known she had been holding when she felt her crotch finally touch his, feeling his cock nestled snugly in the warm confines of her womb, his oversized, godly cock seemingly defying the laws of the human body to only add truckloads of pleasure to the amount she was already feeling.

Thalia leaned down, using her hands on Percy's broad chest as leverage as she captured his lips in another searing hot kiss. Her hips moved of their own accord, grinding against his lap and making his cock throb as it rubbed against her velvet walls, eliciting a muffled moan from her lips.

She felt Percy's muscles clench and flex against her palms as he tried to keep himself restrained, trying to abide by his promise of letting her take the lead this time.

Percy's hands wandered over to her slim waist, just holding her as Thalia disconnected their passionate kiss, looking a bit shy, with slightly golden cheeks.

He felt himself give a lopsided grin. "Is wittle Thalia shy?"

"Oh, do shut up, Jackson." She snapped at him, despite her deepening blush telling him otherwise. "Now prepare to be ridden like never before! I'm gonna break your dick!"

Her usual confidence returning when the intimate moment had passed, Thalia snapped her fingers, summoning a cowboy hat with her godly powers, putting it on for added effect as she pulled herself up, before dropping back down in Percy's lap.

Her back arched, a glorious moan tearing itself from her throat, announcing her ecstasy to the world. Percy's hold on her waist tightened, his fingers digging into her skin as he tried to resist the urge to hiss in pleasure, feeling his cock throb and twitch in her warm, tight confines.

His hungry eyes followed the delicious jiggling of her tits as she breathed heavily, which did beautiful things to her chest, her stiff nipples dark and flushed in arousal.

His eyes wandered down to her slim stomach, tracing her toned muscles, the obscene bulge of his oversized cock making soup of her insides, that showed through her stomach.

Then, Thalia began moving.

She rode his cock like a pro, guided by some unseen hand that whispered to her instinct, telling her the exact things to do, as she bounced in his lap, trying to ignore the trembling of her thighs every time she pulled up, or the spasming of her cunt around his thick meat, trying to milk him of all his cum.

The resounding, lewd and erotic sounds of flesh on flesh reverberated through the empty room and through the silent house as the two lovers made love in the dining room, in plain view of anyone wanting a midnight snack, the danger of getting caught only heightening their pleasure.

Percy watched Thalia try to contain her moans as she fucked herself silly on his throbbing cock, her eyes rolling to the back of her head in ecstasy. Her pale, creamy skin glistened like the most delicious of all desserts, making his mouth water. Her damp raven black hair stuck to her forehead with slight sweat.

He cocked his head, watching with a slight smile on his face as his beautiful lover lost herself to the addictive feeling of his cock moving inside her, her tongue flying out of her mouth as her expression was fixed in a permanent lewd look. His cock twitched and throbbed inside her warm tightness, as he gritted his teeth and clenched his abs, trying to stave off the surging orgasm that battered against the iron walls of his willpower, held off through sheer will alone.

He grinned, feeling Thalia's molten cunt spasm and tighten again around his cock as she orgasmed again, marking gods know how many orgasms that she had had that night.

If Percy was not arrogant, he really had the right to be, as he watched the beautiful, sought-after 'eternal maiden' lieutenant of the Hunters of the Artemis, the drop-dead gorgeous goth Thalia Grace lose her mind over his cock, bouncing madly in his lap and riding him like there was no tomorrow.

He held on to her slim waist as she finally came down from her lustful high, trying to catch a breather after the physical exertion she had put herself through, before she could return to the frenzy once again.

Percy felt a slight laugh rumble his chest as she hugged him gently, a soft moment of affection in the midst of their frenzied lovemaking.

He rested his forehead against hers, pecking her swollen lips lightly. "Exhausted?"

"You wish," Thalia replied back almost immediately, her electric blue eyes shining playfully. Her breaths were heavy, her bountiful tits mashed against his chest, so that Percy could feel the rapid pace of her heart, whether from riding him so hard or his mere presence, Percy didn't know, though he could guess that it was a combination of both.

Percy felt a smile curl his lips. "I hope you know who you are, princess."

At Thalia's confused look, he clarified, "I may be allowing you to be on top for this one time...." His arms trailed upwards, tracing the dark tattoos that covered her skin as he leaned down, his lips ghosting her ear and sending aroused shivers down her spine. "But you are doing this because I told you to, right? You are mine. You do everything because I told you to do so, right? Your every breath is mine, right?"

His voice was deep and husky, and hidden beneath layers of thick, cloying lust that clogged Thalia's senses, leaving only her primal instincts bare, his voice carried a deep need and affection that betrayed his true emotions.

"Ye-yes, Percy. My heart beats for you." Thalia whispered back to him, stuttering slightly as she felt him begin to kiss along her jaw, sucking softly on her skin. Her cheeks were tinged gold as she chewed on her lower lip, trying to hold in the shaky moans that threatened to escape her lips.

She felt his cock lodged deep inside her, throbbing and twitching with need, so warm and strong. She felt his strong arms wrapped around her waist, holding her tightly to his larger frame. She felt his warm, smooth skin on hers, so comforting, his muscle-packed chest against hers.

Deciding that she had got enough rest, Thalia decided to resume her riding once again, lifting her slender arms to adjust the forgotten cowboy hat that sat askew on her forehead. That thing seemed more of a hindrance now, and she snapped her fingers, making it disappear as she began bouncing on Percy's cock again, albeit slower than before.

She was still very sensitive from her earlier orgasms, which hadn't really done anything to take the edge off, rather intensifying everything to an insane degree, till she could feel her velvet walls cling to his every vein, massaging and milking his cock.

Percy groaned against her neck, feeling her vein pulse against his lips, so delicious and full of life. He trailed his lips along her slender neck, briefly nibbling on her smooth collar bones before he hot to his prize.

Thalia moaned loudly, her movements stopping again as she squeezed her thighs in pleasure, trying to hide how her cunt tightened around his cock the moment his lips ghosted across the creamy flesh of her massive tits.

Percy's lips found her sensitive nipple, latching around her stiff nub with all the end of a starving man who had been handed a feast, sucking hard and making Thalia cry out in ecstasy.

Her hips continued to buck and grind against him, making his cock move in deep circles inside her, his hands exploring her body as his lips remained attached to her tits.

Percy groped her ass shamelessly, making her asscheeks jiggle in his hands as he swirled his tongue around her sensitive areola, allowing his teeth to light graze her sensitive skin to add to the stimulation. His fingers dug into the soft flesh of her heavenly ass, as he used his hold on her to aid her in riding him, making her bounce in his lap. His cock slammed against her crotch with every thrust, creating lewd, wet sounds that only added to the situation, making everything seem oh so real, the feeling of her warm walls convulsing around him.

Percy continued to suck her tits, enjoying the feeling of Thalia's massive, soft breasts bouncing in his face, using his teeth sometimes to hold her down whenever she got too rough, and threatened to deprive him of the delicious treat she was giving him.

Perhaps she didn't lactate like Aphrodite and her daughters, but sucking on Thalia's tits did not feel any less welcoming or pleasurable, driving Percy crazy, mad with lust and endless hunger for her. His lips attached firmly to her nipple as she continued to ride him wildly, her back arched gloriously as she threw her head back, announcing her pleasure to the world.

Thalia's graceful fingers entangled in Percy's messy hair as she cradled his head to her chest, silently urging him to continue with what he was doing and never stop, her mind frazzled and hazy with the list and ecstasy, the feeling of the Dark god too dangerously addictive for her to even consider otherwise.

Slowly, as Thalia reached the crescendo of another earth-shattering orgasm that threatened to make her blackout, she screamed out loudly, making Percy question her intentions. Was she trying to get them caught?

"Yes, Jackson! Suck on my fat tits! You like sucking on your sexy cousin's tits, don't you, you horny bastard!" Thalia screamed out, making Percy's lips twitch in a smile as he tugged on her nipple with his sharp teeth, enjoying the sounds the normally so rebellious daughter of Zeus was making. "Fuck, yeah, Jackson! Milk me like that, oh gods, I fucking love this feeling! Jackson, don't you dare stop, I will let you suck my tits and play with my ass whenever you want, just don't stop fucking me, oh Olympus!"

Her hands tightened around his head, pressing his face deeper into her wonderful chest, practically smothering him with her delicious flesh as her thighs tightened around him, her walls spasming around his throbbing cock as she climaxed.

Percy felt himself smirk as he felt Thalia's grip on his hair loosen after a few more moments, allowing him to surface for breath, but not before giving a last, lingering suck on her breast.

Percy smiled goofily at Thalia, watching her breathe heavily as she tried to catch her breath, her tits jiggling deliciously, glistening with his saliva. Her creamy skin glistened slightly with sweat, her raven hair sticking to her face. Her electric blue eyes were hazy with lust as she stared at him, torn between emotions, her tongue darting out to moisten her pink lips.

Percy smiled at her, pulling her in for a gentle hug as he resumed moving inside her at a slow, loving pace, making Thalia moan softly, her cheeks golden at the affectionate gesture.

Percy buried his face in her hair, listening to Thalia's soft moans and whispered nothings in his ear, feeling that life was good.

But it could definitely be better.

He felt a smirk tug at his lips as he watched Artemis peek from behind the door, blushing madly as her silver eyes clashed with his. Her silvery golden glow lit up the entire room, merging with the moonlight from outside to lend everything an ethereal glow.

Deciding that she could hide anymore, Artemis exposed herself to him, making Percy's cock twitch inside Thalia as he realised that she was stark naked.

Percy watched her approach him with hungry, predatory eyes, following every single seductive away of her hips, following the toned muscles of her stomach. She played with her auburn hair nervously, chewing on her lower lip as she glanced anywhere but him, her silver eyes dancing nervously.

Her blush deepened when she felt Percy's lecherous gaze roam over her exposed body, following the fluids trickling down her thighs and lingering on her glistening cunt.

Percy looked back up at her, a silent command in his eyes.

Thalia hadn't noticed Artemis yet, thanks to the moon goddess's natural, feline stealth honed through thousands of years, so Percy was in for a treat as he leaned back, breaking the hug and watching Thalia's expressions as Artemis knelt behind her, unknown to her.

Thalia's eyes continued to gaze into his, oblivious of the world around her, the only sensations being the feeling of his cock tracing deep circles in her womb, the delicious sting of the cold air on her skin, and the feeling of his strong, rough palms holding on to her slim waist.

Thalia gasped when she felt another pair of arms on her body, this one much more slender and feminine, twisting around on Percy's cock to look at the newcomer.

Percy felt like laughing at the expression on their faces, as Thalia's electric blue eyes met Artemis' startling silver, both of them blushing deeply as they realised their proximity, their clogged brains taking a moment to process their nakedness.

"Ar-Artemis! What are you doing here?" Thalia asked, her arms immediately flying to her chest to cover her massive tits, not that it did much good, as she was completely ignorant of the fact that her hips hadn't ever stopped moving on his cock.

"That should be my question. What are you doing?" Artemis retorted, trying to put on a sly smile, though the effect was ruined by her golden cheeks. Thalia blushed in response, when she realised that she was still riding Percy, but she didn't stop, her body's need overriding all of her rationality.

In a surprising, though no less arousing turn of events, Artemis leaned closer to Thalia, kissing her deeply as she groped her massive tits, squeezing and kneading her creamy flesh, much to Percy's viewing pleasure.

Thalia was caught off guard by her actions, moaning into the moon goddess' lips before she reciprocated, all her inhibitions fading as she kissed her back deeply, her hips returning to a frenzy atop Percy's dick. She twisted her upper body on his dick so that she could kiss her, displaying her flexibility as her hips didn't even slow their pace.

Percy's cock twitched and throbbed inside Thalia, feeling her ride him with reckless abandon as she kissed Artemis, the dream of any guy. His hands wandered from her slim waist to join Artemis in groping her massive tits, making Thalia moan all the louder, slowly losing her ability to kiss back and allowing Artemis to dominate, shoving her tongue inside her mouth and exploring her.

Fuck.

Percy closed his eyes, relishing the moment and listening to his two girls enjoying each other, his hips bucking as he began to fuck Thalia in earnest, making her squeal and moan as he met her thrusts midway, drawing her orgasm ever near.

She climaxed powerfully, her entire body locking up and her delicious thighs squeezing Percy tightly as her pussy spasmed around his thick meat, moulding to every ridge and vein, gushing with her fluids.

Her hips ground on his cock as she rode out her orgasm, still kissing Artemis as if her life depended on it, slowly coming down from the orgasmic high.

They were finally forced apart when Percy grew impatient of Thalia's still hips on him, and lifted her effortlessly, gripping her waist tightly. His fingers dug into her waist as he lifted her, gazing into her electric blue eyes with a playful smirk on his face, before he decided to flip her, sitting her down on his abs so that she faced Artemis and his erect, glistening cock.

Percy allowed them a few moments to think about their position, and their next step. Would they give him a double blowjob, or would Artemis claim his dick for her own?

Percy got his answer as she crawled into his lap, blushing as she refused to meet any of their gazes. He eyed her smooth, lithe body, her toned muscles and her soft, firm breasts, as she positioned herself above his cock, giving a small hiss of pleasure as she sank down on his meaty pole. His dark green eyes followed the movement of the dick-shaped bulge on her toned stomach, his cock twitching and throbbing as it was enveloped in Artemis' otherworldly tightness once more, making Percy moan loudly.

Wasting no time, Artemis began bouncing on his cock, making Percy grit his teeth as he leaned up, resting his head on Thalia's shoulder to watch Artemis' lewd expression as she rode him.

He reached out, his long arms helping him to clutch Artemis closer, effectively sandwiching Thalia between the two of them as he kissed the moon goddess over her shoulder.

Thalia moaned sultrily into his ear, making his cock twitch and throb inside Artemis. Their scents created an intoxicating mixture in his nostrils, driving him crazy. The feeling of their warm, creamy bodies pressed against his sent his nerves on fire, the heat growing almost unbearable, but Percy couldn't get enough of it. Thalia seemed weightless sitting on his abdomen, slightly raised as Percy sat up.

Everything was so heated and lustful, making Percy's skin tinge golden as he engaged in a threesome with two of the most beautiful and sought-after women he had ever laid his eyes upon.

He felt Artemis' lips move in rhythm with his, her hips dancing to a different beat in his lap, making his thick meat hit her womb every time she bottomed out, seemingly unperturbed by the truckloads of pleasure washing over her, evident by the trembling of her thighs.

Her auburn hair was in his face, carrying with it the delicious smell of the forest, mixed with her musky scent.

Artemis broke the kiss with Percy, her silver eyes shining affectionately as she looked at him, the moment broken as Thalia claimed Artemis' lips for herself.

Percy leaned back again, content to watch the two make out sloppily, their bodies moulding together in a glorious mass of heavenly flesh that made his mouth water, their tits mashed together, their asses jiggling.

Percy gripped Thalia's ass again, making her moan into Artemis' lips, briefly breaking the kiss to throw him a seductive look. She moved her hips sensuously, moaning softly as she ground her dripping cunt on his cheesegrater abs, making his skin glisten.

Thalia continued moaning as Percy continued to play with her ass, groping and kneading her soft flesh every which way. Thalia's ass was always the best.

Artemis shot him an annoyed look even as she continued to bounce on his cock for depriving her of her lieutenant's delicious lips. The effect was broken the next moment as she moaned loudly, caught in an orgasm.

She stayed still for a few moments, as her pussy gripped Percy's cock tightly, before she started moving again, slowly at first, her thighs trembling as she felt Percy's cock continue to mould her sensitive insides to his pleasure, only added to by his little thrusts that drove his cock even deeper inside her tightness.

Thalia continued to moan loudly, squealing loudly as Percy spanked her, leaving barely an impression on her pale skin.

"Yes, Jackson! Spank me hard, I've been such a naughty girl! You like spanking me, don't you? You've always wanted to bend me over your knees and spank the shit out me, haven't you?" She moaned loudly, raising her hips and presenting Percy with her delicious butt, much to his delight.

Artemis leaned forward, using Thalia's new position to her advantage as well, as she buried her face in her lieutenant's dripping cunt, driven mad by desire.

Thalia moaned loudly, orgasming as Percy spanked her again, driven mad by pleasure from her two lovers working hard at her lower half.

Percy groped her ass roughly, his fingers sinking into her deliciously soft flesh as he watched the pink handprint bloom on her porcelain skin, before withdrawing his hand back for another slap. The way Thalia tensed in aroused anticipation was not lost on him, the way her thighs trembled as she tried to maintain her position.

Another resounding crack rang through the dining room as Percy spanked her again, adding to the erotic sounds of Artemis eating her out while riding him.

Thalia only moaned loudly in response.

Deciding to try some more of the delicacy he had earlier, Percy leaned up again, making Thalia's breath hitch as she felt his hands spread her asscheeks apart, revealing her tight, pink little asshole to his hungry eyes. Her thighs trembled in arousal.

Percy buried his tongue in her asshole, enjoying the feeling of her muscles spasming around his tongue. The warmth of her soft, delicious asscheeks as they hugged his face, as he made lewd slurping noises, matching Artemis and adding to the cacophony of erotic sounds that reverberated through the room.

Before long, Thalia had climaxed from the dual attack on her lower half, screaming in pleasure as she gushed all over Artemis' face, drenching the latter in her feminine juices.

Percy let go of Thalia, ignoring her as she slumped lifelessly to the side, her legs lacking any strength to hold her up. He turned his attention to Artemis, who was eyeing him with equal hunger, before he hugged her tightly, kissing her. His tongue invaded her mouth, exploring her warmth as he groped her shapely, firm behind, his hips bucking to drive his cock ever deeper into her cunt, faster than she could ever hope to achieve on her own, despite her overwhelming tightness.

Artemis moaned loudly into his mouth as she felt his thick meat rearrange her organs and claim her as his, content to let him control the pace.

She tumbled backwards, sprawling on the thin mattress that Percy had summoned, as he hovered above her in a classic missionary position, something he was much more comfortable with, beginning to drive his cock inside her with all of the aggression and none of the tenderness generally associated with the position.

Artemis screamed into his lips as she felt his cock batter her womb, coaxing orgasm after orgasm out of her, making her squirt helplessly all over Percy's glistening cock as he continued to drive it in and out of her at a blistering pace, never slowing down, never giving her any reprieve as he continued to fuck her sensitive pussy through her earth shattering orgasm.

Perhaps it was due to Artemis' intoxicating presence overtaking his senses, making him unable to feel anything in his surroundings, or perhaps it was the fact that he was nearing his own explosive orgasm after almost an hour of being inside two delicious cunts, moaning as he buried his face in Artemis' soft, lush auburn hair, Percy failed to notice Thalia sneaking up on him, having recovered from her orgasmic stupor.

Percy faltered, feeling Thalia's heavy tits resting on his back as she hugged him from behind, making him feel every inch of her soft skin press against his back sensuously, trying to distract him from fucking Artemis in a little playful display of jealousy.

Her hands wandered, groping his abs and making it immensely difficult for Percy to concentrate on maintaining his blistering pace as he pounded Artemis into the mattress, but he managed nonetheless.

"Mhm." Thalia moaned sultrily into his ear, watching him fuck her mistress ruthlessly. "Yes, split her in half, Jackson. You like taking Artemis while her lieutenant and half-sister is talking dirty to you?"

She licked Percy's earlobe, sending shivers down his spine, but he held strong, still battering Artemis' womb at a ferocious pace, his teeth gritted. His abs tensed as he tried to fight off the impending orgasm, but it was made immensely difficult by Thalia's words, Artemis' loud moans and screams, and her gushing tightness clamping down on his thick meat every few seconds.

Thalia trailed soft kisses along Percy's ear and jaw, grinding her body against his. Her soft, massive tits dragged deliciously against his toned back, her stiff nipples poking his skin.

Percy's cock throbbed and twitched inside Artemis. Beads of sweat rolled down his forehead and along his jaw, where they were sensuously licked off by Thalia, her hot pink tongue darting out to taste Percy's skin.

"You're going to cum soon, aren't you?" Thalia whispered into his ear, making Percy tense even further. He didn't relent in fucking Artemis however, his hands holding on to her thighs as he pressed her even harder, unable to do anything except move his hips as hard as he could, till he was battering her womb with every thrust.

"I can feel it in your muscles." She continued, her hands groping Percy's chest shamelessly as she pressed herself against his back with urgent need. Thalia stared down at Artemis' thoroughly pleasured face, her lips parted as she drooled, her eyes rolled back, her dark auburn hair sticking to her glistening porcelain skin with sweat.

"Come on, Percy. Cum inside Artemis. I want to eat your cum out of her." She grinned, feeling Percy tense even further at the image she just put into his mind. "Pump her full of your cum, breed that fucking bitch. You would love to see the moon goddess walking around with her stomach bloated with your children, wouldn't you? Breed that bitch like an animal, Percy, and then I'll let you breed me as well. Would you like that, big boy? Would you like to see your little cousin heavy with your children? Would you like the punk Thalia Grace to mother your children, huh?"

"Fuck, Thalia." Percy managed to groan, shutting his eyes as he lost himself in the pleasure, his back arching and hips bucking helplessly as he hilted himself inside Artemis, following Thalia's words as he began to cum torrents directly into her womb, making Artemis scream out in ecstasy as she felt herself being pumped full of Percy's delicious, warm and thick cum.

Thalia only laughed in response, thankful for Percy's lust-addled mind that prevented him from seeing the truthful desire in her voice for her words to become reality.

Maybe sometime in the future.