AN: This is pure fiction. Please do not mistake this for something I condone in reality. That said, I've always wanted to do a fic, where Fem!Percy has a harem full of males. It's been done with the original Percy Jackson many times. The poor boy has been in so many female and male harems all over this fandom. I've also seen Fem!Percy get it on with other females. But never with the male gods. So, I wanted to change that!
Warnings: Pure sex and smut, incest, young woman/older man, gangbangs, little to no plot, worship of the female body, adult themes.
I also take requests, if you have any.
Enjoy!
Chapter 1: Poseidon & Triton
"It is decided, then?"
Zeus's question echoed through the throne room; over and over again like the beat of a drum. He looked around to see the reactions of the other gods, who all had the same determined expression on their faces. It was a little odd to have a council meeting without the goddesses. This, however, was a matter that didn't concern them as the gods knew they wouldn't stand for the decision they made just now. A decision that would, without a doubt, bring forth jealousy, dismay, disagreement, and fights that, surprisingly, neither of the male gods looked forward to.
"She's arriving at my palace tomorrow morning", Poseidon spoke, a mixture of eagerness and anticipation on his face. "I will make my move shortly after. Triton will accompany me."
Zeus nodded, his master bolt emitting sparks. "Very well. Perseia Jackson will be made our consort and the mother of our future children. So shall it be."
He raised his master bolt, and a flash of beautiful, deadly lightning flew upward, radiating across the sky. Down on the streets of Olympus, satyrs, nymphs, and minor gods ceased their conversations and engagements to look up in astonishment at the spectacle.
Each and every one of them knew immediately something major was about to change.
"Percy, your father's here!"
Startled by the sound of her mother's voice, Percy poked herself in the eye with her mascara wand. Cursing under her breath, she blinked rapidly to slighten the redness and quell the tears threatining to spill.
"Coming!" Percy called back and let her fingers slide over her loose braid to check if everything was still in place and looking okay. After deciding she was satisfied with the way she looked, she stood from her vanity table and walked over to her bed, grabbing the large bag, which she had stuffed all her clothes and other necessities into, and swinging it over her shoulder.
Throwing one last glance at her room, she made her downstairs into the hallway. Her mother stood by the door with her father, and they both looked up when they heard her coming down.
"Hi, Dad," Percy greeted her father, and he smiled warmly at her. There was no change in his appearance since the last time she'd seen him. He was still as handsome as ever, wearing his favorite Hawaiian shirt and cargo shorts.
"Hello, Percy. You look lovely."
She smiled in thanks before turning to her mother, kissing her quickly on the cheek. "I'll see you in a few days, Mom," she said. "Love you."
"Love you, too, honey. Have fun down there." Sally glanced at Poseidon. " You take care of her."
"I promise," he replied solemnly before grinning at his daughter. "Ready for Atlantis, Percy?"
She nodded swiftly, feeling slightly giddy at the prospect of spending two weeks in her father's kingdom. He had promised her that since the end of the Titan war, which was nearly three weeks ago. Things were still in the process of getting back to its old prime, and Percy was still struggling to find peace with what she'd gone through, but she would not let it sccumb her. She would look forward to whatever the future held for her with new experience and faith in her skills and herself.
"Hold on to me," Poseidon instructed, offering her his arm. "And close your eyes. Godly methods of transportation are not always a joy for mortals."
Percy could imagine.
Still, she did what her father told her to do. Even with eyes closed, she could feel the teleportation. It was a tightening feeling in her gut, as if her stomach was twisting itself into knots. When they arrived at their destination, these knots seemed to loosen.
"You can look again, love."
At her father's words, Percy opened her eyes and bit the inside of her cheek to hold back her gasp of awe. Even though she had seen Atlantis once before, her memories could not prepare her for the beautiful sight.
They stood in the center of the palace's entrance hall. A large marble staircase unfolded itself in the middle, leading into two different directions, left and right, and pillars rose from the floor to the ceiling, which was made out of green sparkling glass. The pillars were so enormous that about three well-built people could've easily hidden behind them, and the floor consisted of crusted blue diamonds reflecting the light that came through the ceiling. The walls weren't walls, actually; it was the same green glass reaching from floor to ceiling.
Percy felt like she stood in a glass case made of diamonds and marble.
She couldn't help but exclaim, "This is amazing!"
"I'm glad you like it," Poseidon chuckled, taking the bag from her shoulder. "Come, love, I'll show you your room."
He brushed her arm with his own when he went up the staircase, but Percy was too enraptured by her surroundings to fully notice it. When she tore her gaze away from the neon orange fishes that swam past them, she noticed that her father's appearance had changed. Apparently, once in his domain, his looks adapted. Instead of the clothes of a fisherman, he now wore a traditional Greek toga with golden clasps at the shoulders and hips, showing off his ripped arms, parts of his muscular chest, and his powerful calves.
Shortly said, he looked every inch like the god he was.
"This is your room," Poseidon announced, and Percy averted her eyes from the display of his rippling muscles to look at the massive double doors they had stopped in front at the very end of the long hallway he had led her through. He pushed them open and stepped aside to let her in.
Percy made a spin inside the room as she took everything in.
The room was large and circular with glass-covered walls and a shiny marble floor. It had a high ceiling, from which a huge chandelier hung. A four-poster bed that could easily allow room for about five people stood at the wall, creamy white curtains currently pulled to the sides. A stone fireplace was settled into the opposite wall. Next to the bed stood a vanity table, which had a seashell-framed mirror attached to it, and a cushioned chair sat in front of it.
There were bookshells along a wall that was, surprisingly, not made of glass, and somene had even arranged a sitting area consisting of two armchairs in front of the fireplace.
"It's beautiful," Percy breathed. She didn't know where to look first. "Thank you."
"You're very welcome," Poseidon chuckled, placing her bag at the end of the bed before indicating at two doors next to the vanity table. "These doors will bring you to your bathroom and your closet respectively."
Percy's eyes lit up, and she smirked playfully. "I even get my own closet?"
"Only the best for you, love", Poseidon laughed good-heartedly. "I'll leave you to your own then. Delphin will give you a tour later, and after that I'll send someone to call you for dinner."
She raised her eyebrows at that but didn't press on it, instead answering, "Okay. Thank you, dad."
Poseidon nodded, giving her a last crooked smile before leaving her room.
Percy found herself surrounded in silence, and she hummed lightly to herself as she sat down on the bed, exploring the silk linen with the tips of her fingers. Frankly, it was a little intimated being around this much splendor. She wasn't used to it, but she certainly wasn't complaining. After all, no girl would complain about having her very own walk-in closet.
After having spent nearly half the day exploring the grounds of Atlantis, Percy was definitely certain she had fallen in love with her father's kingdom.
It felt like home, like she truly did belong here, like she was in her most true element. The magic of this place rested in her veins, after all. Not even her summers at Montauk could compare to this, and it was when she entered her room to make herself presentable for dinner that she felt like she was a true child of the sea.
Emptying out her bag onto her bed, she searched through her clothes until she found something she liked. She redid her braid, pulling out some wavy dark pieces of her hair to make it look casual and chic at the same time. Dining with gods was an event she was sure required a decent appearance. She couldn't possibly show up in sweats and a flimsy top like she did at home now, could she? That's what she told herself, at least. Frankly, her stomach twisted itself into knots, and she felt a little like throwing up, even though it was absurd.
It's just dinner with my father, my half-brother, and my horrible example of a stepmother, Percy told herself as she eyed her mirror reflection with critical eyes.
She had dressed in a lilac, off-the-shoulder sweater, white skinny jeans, and laced suede wedge booties. A dainty silver necklace dangled from her slender neck, the tear-shaped pendant sparkling when the light hit it the right way. She'd dusted a hint of rosé along her cheekbones and applied some clear lip gloss. Overall, she looked pretty damn fine.
A knock against the door startled Percy out of her thoughts.
"Come in," she said, turning away from her mirror image.
It was one of her father's servants, a young nymph clad in something similar to a toga. "Your father is waiting for you in the dining room, princess," she informed her.
Percy still had to grow used to being called princess around here. The sea folk very much insisted on using the correct formal titles.
"Thank you," she replied with a smile. "Eh … you don't mind showing me the dining room, do you? I'm afraid I'll get lost if I decide to search for it by myself."
The nymph giggled. She was very pretty with bright red hair and shimmering green skin. To mortals, she would probably look like a teen girl dressing up early for carnival. "Of course not. Come, princess, I will show you the way."
The dining room turned out to be on the main floor. It was a huge, square room, again with the glass walls. A massive oak table stood in the center, cushioned chairs spaced along the length of it, and a crystal chandelier hung above, alight with hundreds of candles whose fires burned green and blue.
Percy's eyebrows lifted in surprise when she entered the room, the double doors closing behind her. Her father sat at the head of the table with Triton, her half-brother, on his right side. There was, however, no trace of her stepmother.
"Come sit with us, Percy," Poseidon said loudly, nodding at the chair on his left, opposite of Triton. "The servants are ready to deliver the food. I made sure it's the best of everything to celebrate your first day here."
"Thank you." Percy sat as instructed, sending Triton a polite smile. He simply stared at her. Made uncomfortable by it, she looked around the table, noticing the golden plates and goblets that were encrusted with gems. They probably cost more than her mother's entire apartment. "Where's Lady Amphitrite?"
"She's otherwise occupied," Poseidon answered. "She won't join us for dinner tonight."
Internally, Percy felt grateful for that. She didn't have the best relationship with her stepmother, and she wasn't sure if they would ever have a good one. However, the food arrived at that moment, and all thoughts of Amphitrite vanished from Percy's mind as she eyed all the culinary goodnesses.
Roasted chicken and pork still sizzling with heat, rare beef slices as thin as paper. Huge platters of fowl stuffed with savory fruit and nuts. Potatoes and noodles drizzled in sauces, and finger foods begging to be dipped into spicy concoctions. Countless cheeses, breads, vegetables, and salads. The servers, all pretty nymphs in white tunics with red hair and green skin moved wordlessly from and to the table, and when everything was fully served, Percy didn't know what to drool over first.
It was food porn of the finest.
"Wine, Percy?"
She tore her gaze away from the table to look at her father. "Just a little, please," she said, to which he nodded, waving over a nymph that poured the wine into their goblets.
Tentatively, Percy sipped at it. It tasted sweet and tangy, and she relished in the flavor before heaving some of the food on her plate. She took a little from everything, wanting to try it all. The food was, as she'd expected, sensational. Tender, not too hot, the spices exploding all over her taste buds. So when her father initiated the conversation, Percy already felt like curling up on her chair and falling into a deep, peaceful slumber.
"Do you like the food, Percy?" Poseidon asked, taking a bite from his steak. He had impeccable manners, and Triton did as well, which was no surprise. Gods could even make common things like chewing and swallowing look divine.
"Yes," Percy answered, a smile on her face. The wine heated her up from the inside, making the natural flush of her cheeks intensify. "It's amazing. I think it's the best I've ever had." She took a sip from her wine, the drink leaving her lips a dark berry pink. "Would you mind if I pay a visit to your kitchens, ask the cooks what their secret recipe is?"
She had actually meant it as a joke, but Poseidon released a laugh, shaking his head in amusement. "Not at all. Make yourself at home here, love."
Frankly, it was a little unsettling to hear her father calling her love. It seemed too familiar of a name considering they didn't have the usual deep relationship a father and his daughter would normally have. Still, she let it slide, thinking it would be wise not to call him out on it.
"I take it you have an interest in cooking?" Triton asked, which was the first time he spoke to her today. Percy noticed now that his eyes were an intense shade of sea-blue, unlike the green her father and she herself shared.
"Oh, absolutely," she answered once her surprise of being spoken to by him faded. "It's because of my mother. When I used to be a kid, I've always watched her cook and bake. She loves it. I guess she passed that love over to me."
As soon as the words had left her mouth, Percy bit the inside of her cheek, wondering if it had been wise to bring up her mortal mother to Triton. Thankfully, he didn't seem too bothered by it. To her utmost surprise, he even asked her another question, "What else do you like?"
"Oh, well," Percy said with a furrow of her brow, her eyes wandering to the ceiling as she thought about it. "There's, for example, horseback riding. I've been doing it since my childhood. I also like dancing. And fighting."
"You like fighting?" Triton repeated, with a hint of disbelief to his voice. "Truly?"
She raised a dark eyebrow at that. "What? Just because I'm a girl, I'm supposed to not enjoy wielding a sword or some other kind of weapon?"
"All the girls I've met before didn't," Triton replied dryly, his skepticism still evident on his face. Apparently, he thought she had won her fights against titans by pure luck, and it turned her mood sour instantly.
"Well, then I guess you've met the wrong sort of girls," Percy retorted sweetly, not caring at all that she was being disrespectful to a god. "Besides, I'm fairly certain there also exist men in this world that don't enjoy fighting."
Poseidon watched them with stark amusement in his eyes. Before it could further escalate, he interfered. "I think that would be enough for tonight," he spoke, effectively shutting them up. "Percy, are you still hungry?"
"Oh gods, no," she said immediately, pushing her empty plate away from her. "I'm fully sated."
"Very well." Poseidon nodded and clapped his hands once, which made the dirty dishes disappear from the table. "It's late. I suggest we move to our rooms to enjoy the rest of the evening, and tomorrow we shall pay a visit to the stables so I can introduce you to our stallions and mares."
Percy's mouth tipped up into a smile. "That sounds lovely," she agreed as she stood from the table, her chair scrapping against the marble floor at the movement. Oddly enough, both her father and her half-brother remained seated. She hesitated for a second before saying, "Well, have a good night then."
"You as well, Percy," Poseidon replied with a smile.
Triton just nodded stifly at her, which nearly made her roll her eyes in annoyance.
Outside the dining room, the same nymph from before waited for her to accompany her to her room. Percy released a tired sigh when she was finally alone. She had actually been wanting to take a relaxing bath since she'd seen the huge tub in the bathroom, but she was so very tired from exploring the grounds and the delicious dinner after that that she could only take a quick shower.
With her hair still a little damp, she changed into some pajamas and crawled into the four-poster bed, releasing the curtains from their hold so that they fell around the bed like walls surrounding her. A contented sigh escaped her lips as she sank into the heavenly soft mattress and fluffy pillows, breathing in the clean, flowery smell of the linen. Sleep found her mind quickly, and she was out of it before she could even snuggle properly into her comforter.
She didn't even suspect that her wine had been spiked with a powerful sleeping potion.
Gods, his little half-sister was beautiful.
Utterly stunning.
This, Triton knew with absolute certainty as he approached her bed, pulling the thin curtains aside. She was in a deep, peaceful sleep that she wouldn't wake up from until late morning. She laid on her side, the comforter tucked beneath her arms, both her hands folded underneath her cheek. Her chest moved rhythmically with her even breaths, and she looked so soft and small that Triton mesmerized her like this in his mind.
"She's stunning," he voiced his thoughts out loud.
Poseidon hummed in agreement as he sat on the edge of her bed, looking down at her peaceful form with some kind of pride. "She definitely is."
That was, without a doubt, true. She had turned into a gorgeous, young woman in front of everyone's eyes, and all the gods had taken notice of that. A beautiful woman had always been one of their greatest weaknesses.
After letting his gaze linger on her for a while, Poseidon's hand moved lower to carefully tug the comforter away from her grasp, pulling it all the way down to her feet. She didn't even stir at the movement. His eyes darkened upon seeing her pajamas. They consisted of a pale pink camisole and small shorts of the same color, and both garments left lots of skin bare to their gazes.
"I want to touch her," Triton said in a heated voice as he took her in.
Percy was perfection.
Her skin was peaches and cream, looking incredibly soft and silky. Because she was still on her side, her breasts were squished together, drawing his gaze in. Her neck, pale and slender, sloped into small shoulders and an unbelievably delicate collarbone. Her camisole had slightly ridden up, leaving her toned belly bare. Triton's eyebrows quirked up in interest upon detecting the icy-blue flower jewelry pierced through her belly button.
"Where did she get that one?"
Poseidon followed his gaze, his own eyes sparking with surprise at the sight. "I have no idea, son."
Triton's stare went further across Percy's small waist, which curved into lovely, shapely hips he couldn't wait to hold on to. Her thighs were full and creamy, her calves slim. He let his gaze wander down to her cute, little feet, and he had to stifle a grin when he saw her red painted toes.
"Go to her other side, Triton," Poseidon said as he carefully placed his hands beneath her body to move her onto her back. Percy sighed in her sleep, making them falter for a short moment. As expected, she didn't wake up, and Triton released a breath he didn't realize he had been holding in as he followed his father's words.
Climbing on the bed, he laid down beside her, his father on her other side, so that she was trapped between them. Triton raised his hand, letting his fingertips slowly travel over her slender arms, relishing in the softness and silkiness of her skin. All the while, he couldn't avert his eyes from her beautiful face, studying her delicate features, her lush, pink lips. The way her thick, dark lashes brushed her cheekbones. Her dainty nose slightly wrinkling in her sleep as she dreamt about something he didn't know.
"Go ahead," Poseidon spoke. "Toch her the way you want to."
This, Triton had been waiting for the entire time.
His hand trailed up her arm to her chest, and when he cupped a breast, he couldn't help but release a groan. Her tit was soft through the thin material of her flimsy camisole, her nipple hardening beneath his touch.
"Lift it up," Poseidon ordered, his eyes darkening to a lust-filled emerald. "I want to see those beautiful tits."
Following his father's order, Triton grabbed the hem of the camisole and slowly lifted it along Percy's stomach, marveling at how utterly soft her skin was there. When he raised the top over her breasts, he leered with his own dark gaze, barely containing another groan. Her breasts were sweet and perky, tipped with dusky pink nipples, a little larger than a handful. Perfect for fondling and groping.
"That's it," Poseidon whispered, taking in his daughter's bare beauty. He leaned down, fastening his lips to her delicate shoulder, mumbling against her skin, "I can't believe I made such a gorgeous girl."
"You've outdone yourself with her, father," Triton agreed, lowering his head to her tits to flick his tongue against a nipple. She made a little cute noise in her sleep, making him close his lips around the hardened pink bud. He sucked on her tit like an infant, tugging at the nipple with his teeth while watching his father lick and kiss his way down from her chin to her collarbone.
"She tastes so good," Poseidon growled, one of his large hands coming up to fondle her other breast. "She will be such a good girl for all of us, a perfect little cum queen."
Triton couldn't help his excitement at hearing his father's words. Grounding his hard cock against Percy's hip, he lifted his head and leaned up to her beautiful face, pressing his lips against her closed ones, almost wishing for her to wake up so that she could participate in this.
Meanwhile, Poseidon hiked her leg up over his thighs. As he started to suck and kiss her tit, he let a hand creep down her stomach to her pussy, massaging her sex through the silky shorts. "By Olympus, she's soaked," he noted in delight, pulling the shorts tight against her cunt to see wetness spread on the fabric. "Her body still reacts to outside forces."
Rubbing his cock against her soft thigh, Poseidon pressed down harder on Percy's pussy and massaged her clit in circles through her shorts. As if on instinct, she made a soft whimpering sound, and Poseidon wondered momentarily if maybe she was dreaming about something similar to what they were doing to her. He longed to take her fully awake, fuck her in a clear conscious state, but he knew she wouldn't agree to it. Not without lots of persuasion and sweet talk. Damn the uptight morals of humankind, he thought slightly angrily. A look at Triton told him his son was apparently musing over the same thing.
"I could play with these all day long," Triton breathed with his mouth full of her tits.
Poseidon smirked. "If everything goes according to plan, we will be able to do so. Now, son, help me take those shorts off."
Triton lend a hand instantly. While he moved his arm beneath Percy's waist to lift her hips slightly off the bed, Poseidon tugged the shorts carefully down her smooth legs, making sure to let his knuckles glide over the soft skin. Once they were off and thrown to the end of the bed, the Sea God shifted to his knees and made himself at home between his daughter's legs, spreading them ever so slightly.
"By Olympus," Poseidon groaned darkly. "What a delicious sight."
His gaze was fixed firmly on Percy's sex as his rough palms stroked her creamy thighs, squeezing the toned flesh softly. She was pink and tender, the rosy lips of her pussy swollen and slippery, the promise of a tiny, tight hole peeking up at him, tempting him to bury his cock inside her. He was so happy that over the years Percy had developed a beautiful feminine figure. While the mortal women were all about looking as thin and bony as possible these days, Percy had the delicate curves and soft roundness that most females could only dream of obtaining without losing her small, petite statue. She was tiny and curvy and slender and voluptuous all at once.
"Will you taste her, father?" Triton asked in a coarse voice, his eyes devouring the sight of her cunt, too.
Instead of giving his son an answer, Poseidon ran a finger across her folds, parting them slightly to reveal the little pink bud of her clit peeking from its hood, seeking attention hungrily. Her cunt gave a wet sound, her slickness coating his finger from tip to knuckle. Releasing a chuckle at how eager and willing her body was even in an unconscious state, Poseidon raised his hand to his mouth, licking her juices off his digit, his cock giving a throb at the taste rolling over his tongue. Warm and peachy, with a slight tang that reminded him of the sweetest wine.
"This is better than any nectar I've ever had," Poseidon husked. "Taste some yourself, son."
Triton reached down, rubbing two fingers across her soaked pussy with a barely contained groan. While he licked her cum off from one, he freed his engorged cock from beneath his toga and rubbed the juice sticking to his other finger over the length of his dick, hissing slightly as he imagined her slippery cunt sucking him deep into her tight body.
While Triton kept stroking his dick in a firm grip, aiming to spill on Percy's breasts, Poseidon lowered himself between her thighs, prying them further apart. He took a deep inhale of the sweet smell of her feminine arousal, eyes zeroing in on her pussy as he spread her lower lips fully open. Percy opened like a flower for him, pink and tender like a rose petal, her little hole glistening with the sheen of her arousal. His cock throbbing with excitement, Poseidon licked her from opening to clit with a gentle stroke of his tongue. Her juices spilled onto his taste buds and coated his beard, and he groaned at her taste, rolling his hips against the mattress to bring a little relief to his weeping cock.
Flicking his eyes up to Percy's beautiful face when she whimpered softly in her sleep, he whispered, "She's so sexy."
"Our gorgeous girl," Triton agreed, his breaths becoming labored as his strokes increased in speed. His cock twitched at the sight of his father eating out Percy, and he didn't know where to look - her beautiful face, her perky tits, or her delicious cunt. At last, he chose gripping a breast tightly, rolling her nipple between his thumb and index finger while watching how she furrowed her brow, a soft exhale coming through her lips. Triton wouldn't be surprised if she was having a wet dream.
Carefully probing her entrance, Poseidon dared inserting a finger into her pussy while his tongue flicked against her swollen clit, drawing small circles around it. He growled as her warm, slick walls grasped his digit in a painfully tight grip, refusing to let him go. Percy's hole was desperate for something to fill, he knew that. When she released a soft mewl, he started fingering her slowly, allowing her virgin pussy to get used to the foreign feeling of something stretching it. Her pussy made soft squelching sounds, the wet noise filling the room along with their pants.
"I'm going to break that pussy," Poseidon whispered when he, after sucking her clit gently into his mouth, tore his mouth away from her sex. "I'm going to fuck her slowly and softly, give her the feeling of a real cock inside her before letting that cunt flutter around me."
Triton groaned, a noise that came from the back of his throat. He slapped his cock against her tit, rubbing the swollen tip around her hardened nipple as he watched his father position himself on his knees. Poseidon nudged Percy's slippery opening with the engorged, angry head of his cock before cautiously sinking himself into her. She flinched in her sleep, a whimper escaping her, making the two gods still. Poseidon watched her face with alert eyes and proceeded to push further into her once she had calmed down. He hissed sharply when her walls hugged the first inch of his cock tightly, embracing him in wonderful slick heat.
"Such a good girl," the god of the seas gasped. "I think this is the tightest pussy I've ever had, son."
The sight of his father's dick disappearing in his sister's body and his words send Triton over the edge. Groaning loudly, he let his head fall back as he thrusted into his fist, his seed spurting forward in thick ropes that decorated Percy's pretty breasts.
"Good job," Poseidon praised him, staring proudly at the semen glistening on his daughter's chest. "She looks stunning with cum decorating her body."
Forcing another inch of his cock into her pussy, Poseidon finally broke through her hymen. Her body jerked sharply, a whimper coming over her lips. Poseidon gave her body a minute to calm down before burying himself inside her to the hilt. He groaned as the tip of his cock brushed her womb. Gripping her hips tightly, he started fucking her gently. Triton leaned back and watched him with dark eyes while lazily stroking his dick.
A mix of blood and cum coated Poseidon's cock whenever he pulled out to thrust into Percy's willing body again. The wet sound of her pussy sucking him in deeper echoed through the room along with the noise of skin slapping against skin. The god knew he wouldn't last long. Rubbing his thumb across Percy's clit, he edged her closer to her release, and when her hips jerked ever so slightly, he knew she was ready. She orgasmed with a soft gasp in her sleep, her pussy pulsating and fluttering around him, hungrily coaxing his own release from his body. Although Poseidon wanted fill her with his seed and giving her his baby more than anything, he knew she wasn't ready for that. Not yet. Pulling out just on time, he finished on her pussy, his cum coating her labia in a glistening white sheen that dribbled down to her ass crack.
"Damn it all," Poseidon growled as he squeezed the last drops from his cock. With pride shining in his eyes, he looked down at Percy, brushing her dark hair lovingly away from her face. "She will make us and the others so happy."
"That, I can't disagree with," Triton chuckled.
The two gods put their sated cocks away, and Poseidon made a damp cloth appear with the snap of his fingers to clean Percy between her legs. He wiped away the blood and the sticky residue of their mixed juices dripping down her folds and the sides of her cunt. She looked well-fucked there, so raw and swollen and slippery that it made them practically salivate.
"It's time to go, son," Poseidon announced as he rose from the bed. He tugged her shorts up her legs again and cleaned Triton's cum disappear off her tits before pulling her camisole down. Covering her sleeping form with the blanket, he kissed Percy on her forehead. "But rest assured, we will soon fuck her when she's fully awake and begging us for more."
The two gods threw her a lost look of longing before quietly leaving her room, knowing Percy would awake in a few hours.