Hello my pretties! Here is another chapter! And due to popular demand, this story probably will be more than three chapters. However, it will not be as long as my others. Probably only four or five.
Rated M for a reason!
Disclaimer: I do not own Percy Jackson and the Olympians or the Heroes of Olympus series.
"Hera?"
Annabeth bit her lip as she looked at the sleeping woman wrapped in the comforter. She knew she should have came up to Hera's chambers sooner, but she'd gotten caught up watching a movie with Percy and lost track of the time.
Now she was late to preform her wifely duties.
After another minute of silence, Annabeth gently nudged the goddess awake; the queen of Olympus's eyes slowly slid open, "What?-"
"It's Thursday," the daughter of Athena looked down. "You fell asleep. I guess I kept you waiting too long."
"If you think I stay awake at night waiting for you to slink in here, you're sorely mistaken," Hera grumbled, crossing her arms and turning her head away from the blonde hovering above her.
Annabeth frowned, "I never said that."
They glared at eachother for a minute, before Hera relented and kicked the covers off her, "Don't take too long, I want to go back to sleep."
The former demigod sighed and shook her head; her hands hiked Hera's nightgown up her thighs and over the woman's hips, then Annabeth hooked her fingers into the white panties covering the goddess's most private parts and pulled the undergarment down the smooth legs.
Hera turned her head away, if it was out of shame or disgust, Annabeth didn't know. The goddess never could bare to look at them during sex. She hated them, it was obvious. She hated the position she was left in.
But the most obvious way to tell she detested being married to them, was the fact that they'd never even kissed.
No, that was something Hera believed people did when they were in love. And they were most certainly not in love.
Annabeth unbuckled her shorts and pulled them down to her knees; then she leaned forward and pushed Hera's thighs apart with her hips, changing her body to the best anatomy for the job.
It wasn't something that she particularly liked to do, but the other Olympians told them Hera had to conceive an heir to solidify their rule. However, their godly wife hadn't been too pleased to submit to them whenever they felt like it, so they'd worked out a schedule with the stubborn goddess.
Every other weeknight, either Annabeth or Percy would visit her room before the goddess went to bed, do their job, then leave her alone until the cycle repeated. To increase their chances of conception, they'd both make the short journey to Hera's chambers on the weekends; hopefully doubling the chance of a pregnancy occurring.
It'd been two weeks since they started, and it seemed to be working okay. They'd do the do, not talk the next day or two, then do the do again.
However, they hadn't counted in the emotion toll it would put them through.
For one, no matter how much they fought it, they were a tad bit jealous. Especially whenever Zeus sneaked around Hera.
The thunder god was still super powerful, still hugely respected by demigods and immortals alike, but he was not king anymore.
More importantly, he was not married to Hera anymore.
It made them angry whenever they caught the old king openly flirting with her, or trying to get the goddess to kiss or sneak off with him to his palace, and they especially hated the fact that they'd caught him groping a protesting Hera way more than once.
It infuriated them so much, they'd kicked Zeus off Olympus for the rest of the month; only allowing him back when the lying bastard promised not to flirt with Hera anymore.
Two days later they caught him pinning their struggling wife to the ground in the sacred gardens; her dress ripped open down the front, showing how her undergarments had been torn from her person in an effort to expose her naked body. Hera had kept her legs clenched shut to keep the obviously excited rapist from violating what was no longer his to touch.
Annabeth had raged and backhanded the god off the brunette goddess, while Percy drew Riptide and used the flat of the blade as a bat of sorts to smash down against the god's head and knock the dazed male into unconsciousness.
Then, they took Hera to the infirmary and arranged a emergency council meeting in order to discus what should be done for this transgression. As the meeting continued, other goddesses came forward with stories of what Zeus did to them and horrors others had caught him doing to Hera.
It was there they learned Hera had left him in the months coming up to his dethronement to escape an emotionally and physically abusive marriage. It was there other victims of the thunder god came forward, and a collective agreement was made.
After hours of careful consideration, the final verdict had been reached.
In retaliation for the sky god attempting to rape Hera and all his crimes against women in the past, Percy and Annabeth performed their first major punishment as the rulers of Olympus; the two had banished Zeus from Olympus for three thousand years, sending him to Seattle to work for the Amazons in an effort to teach the arrogant fool some humility and control.
It helps that they also placed inhibitors on his powers, limiting his strength to that of a clear sighted mortal; not to mention that they also cursed him to feel only pain whenever he had sex, effectively preventing him from getting any ideas about his amazon masters.
Many had been happy with the punishment, many thought it cruel, while others thought they hadn't done enough. In the end, they stayed firm in the sentence, causing others around them to begin to realize their new rulers would not be as tolerant with crimes of this nature as Zeus had been in the past.
Annabeth planted her hands on either side of Hera's shoulders', bringing her recollection of what had happened to an end.
She positioned herself at her queen's entrance, and pushed into her with one easy thrust. The first couple of times they'd slept with her, Hera hadn't allowed herself to be 'properly prepared' for them to penetrate her. To Annabeth and Percy's horror, they hadn't known until they saw that Hera was still bleeding after two weeks of having sex.
After that they'd told her enough. Percy especially had been worried and disturbed by that, and they'd worked out another deal that had the queen allowing her core to reach the point of easy penetration. In return Hera asked for a separate room from them.
"Not so fast," Hera murmured and adjusted her position. "I've been sore all afternoon."
Annabeth muttered an apology, and adjusted her position; instead of smacking her hips against the goddess, she pushed until the length was fully engulfed by the warmth and grinded against the brunette in slow circles.
The woman underneath her kept her head turned away as she let out a small sigh and moved against the blonde.
They stayed like that all the way through, the session coming to an end when Annabeth's movements sharpened; her hips twitched and the muscles of the woman's back tensed with awkward thrusts as a roaring orgasm overcame the dominant lover.
Annabeth buried her head in the crook on Hera's neck, letting out a frantic snarl as she came inside her queenly wife; Hera instinctively tilted her hips upwards to allow gravity to drag the other's essence into her womb and hopefully her body would nurture the daughter of Athena's seed and allow it to grow into an heir for Percy and Annabeth to present to Olympus in order for the other Olympians to get off their back, and so that they could stop this ridiculous 'schedule' they had going.
Beads of sweat rolled down the back of Annabeth's neck, her body shook with exhilaration as she rode out her finale; lifting Hera's hips off the bed and down again to gain more pleasure from her release.
Annabeth pulled out and morphed her body back to normal; Hera sighed and began to pull her dress back down over her hips when the daughter of Athena reached out and stopped her, "Wait."
The queen offered a confused look, "What's wrong?"
Her wife didn't respond, instead she flipped the brunette onto her stomach and pulled the goddess into her lap. Her front brushed against Hera's back, and Annabeth gently hiked the other's dress up as she ran a hand down between the older woman's legs, "I want to try something."
Hera groaned and arched her back when the blonde moved her hand to rub the sensitive bundle of nerves above her entrance; shaky uneven breaths escaped her, "What... What are you doing?"
"I told you," Annabeth lifted her hand and licked her fingers before returning to the job she had set for herself. "I want to try something."
She didn't speak after that; her actions would portray her feelings easier than her words could.
Hera gasped and moaned; her hips moved against the hand violating her, and she leaned her head back against Annabeth's shoulder. The blonde bit lightly the skin exposed to her on the other's pale neck; Hera cried out and fisted her hands into the bed sheets. Her face was flushed a wonderful shade of red, and the daughter of Athena felt a hot shot of arousal bolt into her groin.
The queen screamed out her orgasm in ecstasy; Annabeth's thumb rubbing fast little circles into the goddess's clit that had Hera's legs shaking in need. She arched into the daughter of Athena; the blonde's free hand coming up to fondle one of the brunette's heaving breasts.
Then it was quiet, the only sound being the heavy pants Hera made as she fought to catch her breath.
Annabeth released her and watched silently as the godly woman fixed her dress, laid back down on her bed, and finally cocooned the comforter around her body as she fell back asleep. The ruler of Olympus stood up from the bed and exited the room, her mind storming with dozens of thoughts as she entered her own chambers she shared with Percy and gently closed the door behind her.
"I hate council meetings," Percy muttered; his sea green eyes flashing in annoyance. "I've only been to two and I'm already sick of them."
"That's the life of a king," Hera replied. She shuffled in her seat as she read over the next report, "Get used to it."
Annabeth rolled her eyes from where she sat across the table, "We're trying."
Their queen huffed and went back to the report; Percy stared at her for a minute before tearing his head away as a blush overcame his face. Annabeth him a curious look to which he mouthed, 'Feel funny.'
Hera crossed her legs and set the report down, looking up at the two, "What's wrong now?"
"I..." Percy nervously adjusted his shirt collar, "I don't know, I'm just... hot."
"Hot as in the temperature is too high?" Annabeth raised an eyebrow as she picked up her water glass, "I can change the thermostat."
The son of Poseidon blushed and looked away. Hera widened her eyes before a laugh tore out of her throat, "He's got an erection!"
Annabeth choked on her water and covered her mouth, "What!? You've never gotten a random one before!"
"I can usually hold it back," Percy rocked in his seat. "But this one really does not want to go away."
Hera blinked, "How soon did you feel it come on?"
"No warning," Percy chewed on his lip. "It's so bad it physically hurts."
Annabeth shot up in her chair, "Eros! That's one of his arrows, it boosts your fertility and gives you a... you know..."
Percy looked around, "I don't see him."
"He can hide," Hera frowned. "Even from godly presences."
"But, why me?" Percy whined, "What did I do?"
Annabeth shook her head, "I don't kno- OW!" She jumped out of her seat and looked around; her jeans bulged around her crotch, "HE SHOT ME!"
Hera growled, "The other council members. They've been pushing for the heir, they put him up to this."
"What do you mean?" Percy strained; his hands were shaking.
"The fertility arrow," Annabeth explained as she inspected the problem in her pants. "It's meant to give anyone with the ability to sire children a 100% boost. If we slept with Hera right now, she would become pregnant. It's guaranteed."
"Oh," Percy's face turned red. "So... what do we do?"
Hera's face was unreadable, her back was ramrod straight. Annabeth and Percy looked at her expectantly, silently waiting for her verdict. After another second of silence the goddess spoke, "Fine. Meet me in my chambers in ten minutes."
With that she stormed off, her tense posture telling everyone what she thought of the situation.
"Oh gods," Hera groaned as she adjusted between them. "I can't do this. It's too much."
"You've done it before," Annabeth gently encouraged her. "Just... down."
Hera sank onto the two lengths at her entrance and cried out; Annabeth steadied the brunette's hips as Percy rubbed her lower back in soothing circles to help relieve some of the pressure, "It's okay, you're okay."
"Alright," the queen wiggled her hips experimentally. "Give me a few minutes."
Percy nodded and tried not to look the goddess in the eye, knowing she'd probably glare at him. They'd only done this once before, (they were amazed Hera had let them), and remembered how long it had took Hera to adjust to having two members inside of her.
Now they did this because they only had one shot, and Annabeth figured if they had two children born the others would be satisfied with an heir for each ruler.
Hera had agreed, but she still cursed and cussed them out for ten minutes afterwards.
"Okay," the older woman sighed. "Move."
They obeyed, and moved as in sync as they could manage. The combined tightness of Hera's warmth and the fact that their members' were pushing against eachother caused Annabeth to finish first after nearly ten minutes; Hera stiffened when she felt the blonde explode within her, and it certainly didn't help that Percy was obviously not far behind.
Annabeth pulled out and fell back; her eyes rolling to the back of her head as she passed out from exhaustion.
Percy leaned back onto the bed with Hera on his lap; the goddess was grinding against him, pulling his aching member closer and closer to completion.
It was then the son of Poseidon came with a groan, and emptied himself into their wife.
Hera shook as she felt him inside of her; his essence raging into her womb.
The son of the sea god fell asleep almost immediately afterwards, and Hera blinked as a wave of tiredness drained from her body; her strength and energy being sent into her abdomen where the new lives slowly began the early stages of development.
The goddess climbed off her husband, and pulled the blanket over their naked bodies; she pulled her robe off the ground, and wrapped it around herself before heading into the bathroom.
She needed a shower after that.
Five Months Later
"It has to be twins," Athena stated; inspecting the growing swell of her former mother-in-law's stomach. "A single babe would not take up that much space."
Percy placed a hand on his wife's pregnant belly, "I think it is. Or maybe triplets?"
"If I have triplets, I'll kill you." Hera grumbled and crossed her arms, "Labor is already bad enough with one child. I don't want to give birth three times."
"You're overreacting Hera," Apollo grinned from his throne; the council was currently discussing idea's about the future princes or princesses. "Three little angels."
"I'll remember that when I need a babysitter," Annabeth smirked from her throne. "Three little angels right?"
Apollo paled.
"I wonder what they'll look like," Aphrodite squealed. "I mean Hera is gorgeous! Annabeth is beautiful, and Percy is so handsome! These children will be adorable!"
"If it's a girl, she's not dating." Poseidon crossed his arms protective grandparent style, "Ever."
"I think you're all making assumptions," Artemis said, gesturing to where Hera was dealing with a cooing Demeter as she felt the babies kick against her sister's stomach. "They haven't even been born yet."
"Well, it is a big deal," Ares grunted, waving a hand in his mother's direction. "The last time an heir to an era was born was when Enyo and I arrived. These kids inherit Olympus if anything ever puts Mom and the punks out of order."
Hephaestus grumbled lightly as he worked on the invention in his lap, "True, but this situation is different Ares."
"He's right," Dionysus drawled as he gulped down his diet coke. "It's the first time demigods have ever been put into a position of power like this; it's the first time Hera has had a brat in a long time too."
Hera glared at the wine god, "Call my children a brat again, and I will extend your sentence to only drinking water."
Dionysus whimpered in horror.
"Anyway," Percy returned to his throne. "Now, let's go over the criteria."
"Wow," Annabeth remarked and looked at her boyfriend. "You used 'criteria' correctly."
"How goes Zeus's punishment?" Percy asked; pointedly ignoring Annabeth's teasing words. "Has he made any progress?"
Artemis stood to address the council, "I'm afraid he has not. It's been over a year, and while it may be a short time for a god, my father has changed very little despite the radical labor the amazons have put him up too. Although, Hylla has stated that my father's ban on intercourse has been upheld, and he shows very little interest in women at the moment."
"Good," Hera muttered - crossing her arms over her chest.
Athena looked to her daughter, "If we want Zeus to undergo a complete change of heart, we must give him time. For a man who has lived a life he did for so many years, the change won't be as quick as a couple of years. It's more like a few decades or even centuries. Then, he still has to live out the rest of his sentence."
Annabeth nodded, "True. True."
"Next is the upcoming winter solstice," Demeter stood up. "We are being more open and welcoming more and more demigods onto Olympus, and with the coronation of Percy and Annabeth, morale has been at an all time high towards Olympus. I suggest we invite the entirety of the two camps for the celebration. I could even get some special cereal fo-"
"Uh, that sounds like a great idea," Hermes quickly interrupted the harvest goddess. "What do you two think?"
The messenger god turned to look at the two rulers; the ones who had the final say in everything. The two former half-bloods exchanged looks, having a quick and quiet discussion, before they returned their attention to the council and nodded at Hermes and Demeter, "That's an excellent idea! Go ahead and start with the plans!"
The two Olympians grinned gratefully at two leaders, before returning to their thrones.
"And what about monsters?" Hephaestus's voice rumbled from his throne, "Are we allowed to visit our demigod children now? Can we protect them if they get into trouble?"
Annabeth pursed her lips, "Yes. You can visit your children, and you can protect them from danger too. However, only with situations where it's likely they will be either killed or terribly injured. As much as I'd like to tell you all to go out and save them from every little monster that comes their way, we can't do that. They're still demigods, and they'll have to learn to fend for themselves or surviving until adulthood would be a huge challenge for them."
The other gods all muttered agreements, and continued to discuss problems until the meeting came to an end.
Hera rubbed the swell of her stomach, thinking of the world her children would grow up in.
Due to Annabeth and Percy taking control, it seems like a better place than before; no matter how much the marriage goddess hates to admit it.
She supposed it didn't matter anyway; in a couple of weeks, she'll be long gone from this nightmare.
Percy woke to a dull ache in his head; the sun shone brightly on the horizon as Apollo made his ascent into the sky, but their was a dull feeling in the son of Poseidon's chest.
He felt like he was missing something, something very important.
The immortal turned and lightly shook Annabeth awake, the former demigoddess groaned and slowly opened her grey eyes, "My head's killing me."
"Me too," Percy smiled lightly at her as they climbed out of bed; pulling on their robes to block out the slight chill echoing around their room.
"Why is it so cold?" Annabeth frowned, "Hera hates the cold. She'd throw a fit right now."
Percy winced and rubbed his head, "I don't know. It's six-thirty right now, we can turn on the heat before she gets up."
The daughter of Athena stiffened and rubbed her aching head, "Six-thirty? Percy it was only noon last I checked."
"Noon?" The ruler of Olympus grasped his head as the memories came back to him, "I thought we were watching TV, and eating the sandwich Hera ma-"
Annabeth hissed and pointed an accusing finger in the direction of Hera's room, "She drugged us! That's why our heads are hurting so much! She must of mixed it into the sandwich!"
"What!?" Percy growled, "Why!? What's she got to gain out of that!? That's grounds for banishment!"
"Banishment," Annabeth muttered, cupping her chin in her hand. "The temperature..."
The blonde's face paled, "You don't think she left do you?"
Percy's eyes widened in alarm, "She wouldn't! Not while she's pregnant!"
"I wouldn't put it past her," Annabeth mumbled and made for the door, "We need to check her room, and make sure this isn't all some false alarm. For all we know, she could be in there asleep."
The dark-haired male nodded and followed the blonde out of their master chambers. The route to Hera's room was short, as it was located right down the hall. Annabeth came to a stop in front of the doors as Percy reached up and knocked once, "Hera!? You awake?"
No answer.
Annabeth bit her lip and rapped against the door three times, "Hera! Are you in there?"
No answer.
Percy nearly snarled in frustration; all his fears coming to life. What if she had left? For Olympus's sake, she was pregnant! With their children too! She wouldn't dream of it, would she?
It was there they made their decision. Annabeth grabbed the door handles and forced the French doors open; the two of them sweeping into the room like a sheriff after a lost criminal.
The room didn't look any different to most people, but that didn't fool Percy and Annabeth. They'd been coming in here almost every night the last year or so. They could feel the wrongness emanating from the area.
The son of Poseidon went to the closet and opened the door to look inside, "Nothing! Annabeth all her clothes are gone!"
Annabeth chewed on her lip as searched through the bathroom, "Same here! Everything except the furniture has been cleaned out!"
"Wonderful," Percy groaned and rubbed his face. "Let's go. We need to call a council meeting."
"No," Annabeth shook her head. "We can do this with five gods knowing what happened. If we tell the others, Olympus will panic. And Hera can slip away without notice in all the chaos."
"Who?" The son of Poseidon asked, "Who do we need?"
"You'll see," Annabeth stated; dragging the other after her as they marched out of the cold, empty chambers.
"So," Hermes scratched his head. "Hera drugged you, gathered her stuff, and slipped off?"
"Basically," Percy admitted; his hands felt clammy, and his back was stiff from sitting so still. "We need your guys' help to find her."
"How long has she been gone?" Artemis asked; the huntress, Hermes, Hebe, Apollo, and Athena all sat at the table in the wisdom goddess's study, looking to see what they were suppose to do.
Annabeth thought for a moment, "We have to say eighteen hours at the most, six at the least."
"What about where she might of run off to?" Apollo wondered, "Has she said anything to you that might point in the right direction?"
"Actually," the daughter of Athena pointed at Hebe. "That's why she's here."
Hebe squeaked, "Me?"
"It makes sense," Athena stated. "You were the closest to your mother out of all your siblings. Surely, if anyone would know, it would be you."
"I..I.." Hebe gulped and tugged on her hair, "I don't know the exact location, but I think I know the area she went."
"The area?" Hermes asked.
Hebe nodded, "She was always talking about the great lakes for some reason. I never could understand why. It was all she talked about the last few months."
"Months?" Annabeth groaned, "She's been planning this all along, and we never even noticed!?"
"Hera's tricky," Artemis sighed. "She could out plan anyone except Athena."
Athena nodded, "It's true. The queen is very smart. She had to be in order to rule Olympus for so long with my father."
"Well, we have to be smarter then," Percy decided.
"Hermes," Annabeth turned to the messenger god. "Monitor all sites around the great lakes, camera's, mail orders, anything that leaves a physical trail. She has to slip up somewhere."
The salty haired god saluted them and flashed out, as Annabeth turned to the archery twins, "Apollo, when you drive the sun keep an eye out in that area. Artemis, if you can, take the Hunters and sneak around over there. See if you can find any evidence she had been there previously."
Apollo gave a thumbs up and flashed out. Artemis crossed her arms and nodded twice, before flashing out as well.
"Hebe," Percy looked at the youth goddess. "If your mother tries to contact you, tell us. I know she is your parent and everything, but those children inside her are ours too. We don't want anything bad to happen, and we won't punish her for this. We just want her back in eyesight."
The caramel brunette haired female smiled lightly at the two, "Okay." Then quickly exited the building.
Annabeth turned to face her mother, "Mom, if you can think of anything else we can do, please tell us."
Athena smiled at her daughter and gently brushed the hair out of her face, "I promise Annabeth. Now, you two have some work to do."
The two former demigods sighed and closed their eyes; flashing out of the wisdom goddess's palace and back to their own, wondering how long it would take to bring the wayward goddess back.
Three weeks later they found themselves standing in front of an apartment building in downtown Chicago.
Due to a lead Hermes and Artemis had both confirmed, they knew the goddess was here.
And they were ready to bring her back.
Skyscrapers rose all around them; completely dominating the Chicago skyline, and reminding Percy of New York City.
The son of Poseidon walked up to the entry doors, and pulled them open; stepping to the side to allow Annabeth to walk in before him, "Ladies first."
Annabeth rolled her eyes as she walked past him; the doors closed as Percy followed, the two looking around the lobby of the building. After a few minutes, Annabeth pointed out an elevator, and the two made their way over and boarded the small space.
They could of flashed there, but they rather liked keep some human customs.
Percy clicked the twelve button, and the elevator started it's journey. Annabeth elbowed him lightly in the side, "L-13 Percy. That's the apartment Hermes said she was in."
The son of Poseidon nodded and the two walked out of the small space as the doors slid open with a slight mechanical hiss. Annabeth led the way until they stopped in front of an seemingly normal door, the words L-13 painted dully on the wood.
After some consideration they flashed in.
Hera was sitting on the couch at the time, her feet had been propped up and a bowl of soup was in her hands. As soon as she saw them land in her living room, the marriage goddess freaked and jumped off the couch and backed up into the wall on the other side of the room.
"What are you doing here!?" Hera glared at the two of them.
Annabeth scowled, "What are you doing here!? Damn it Hera! You don't just get to disappear like that!"
"That's not your decision!" Hera snarled back at the two immortals slowly cornering her, "Why can't you just leave me alone!"
"You're pregnant Hera!" Percy retorted, gesturing angrily at the bulge of their wife's stomach, "We can't just let you run away!"
Hera growled and began to glow, "Try me."
Annabeth gasped and lunged at the goddess, "Don't you dare!"
The blonde wrapped her arms around her wife, and pulled her back. The glow faded as Hera cursed and struggled as Percy took her from the other woman and held the brunette bridal style.
"Let me go!" Hera kicked out with her legs, "You bastards! Let me go, damn you!"
"No," the two former half-bloods replied in unison and flashed back to their palace on Olympus with their prize firmly grasped in their arms.
They landed in the master bedroom, and planted the struggling goddess on the king sized bed as she cussed them out with every bad word ever created.
"Oh, just stop," Annabeth scolded. "You're not leaving this palace. It's enchanted so that you're stuck here until we know you won't try something like this again Hera. You'll be staying in our bedroom from now on too. No more separate rooms."
"You can't do this!" Hera jumped off the bed and glared at them, "You have no right!"
"We have every right!" Annabeth snapped and pushed the goddess back onto the bed, "We're the rulers of Olympus! You're our wife! Those are our children growing inside of you! Don't you dare accuse us of having no right!"
Annabeth and Percy stormed out of the room and locked the door behind them; collapsing against the wall in the hallway as they listened to Hera throw herself against the door, "YOU'RE NO BETTER THAN ZEUS! YOU BOTH BASTARDS! I HATE YOU! I SWEAR TO ALL THE GODS, I HATE YOU!"
The two rulers fought down the bile rising up their throats, as they heard Hera's words. A horrible thought came to mind as they listened to the heartbroken sobbing from inside the master bedroom.
Where they really no better than Zeus?
And it's done!
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