Dear loyal readers,
I wish to apologize now and in advance for the lack of/ slow updates.
For the past two and a half weeks, (Today is the 30th of May, 2017,) I have been out of country and had accidently left my computer behind. We were long gone before I realized it and it was far to late to turn back. Where we ended up staying had extremely slow internet so I was not able to get this note up on my tablet which I had brought with me. I leave again in a few days to head to another low internet area for a summer job at a summer camp. I will use what time I can find to write.
However not to fret. Those two and half weeks did not go to waste as far as me writing. I was able to start the first of another two HP stories and the outline of a HTTYD story. I have started the promised Ginny/Harry soul bond story which I am calling, Magical Marriage, and another Master/slave time travel Lunar Ginny Harmony story that was requested of me by a PM. This story is titled Second Chances. Both will be rated M and Second Chances will have heavy Dumbledork and Ron bashing with some Molly bashing as well. (Don't worry, I tend to think that Molly would not be evil and will 'see the light')
As far as My first poll for Lord Potter. By a surprising 51% Ginny is going to be submissive. To those of you who said that they would stop reading if Ginny did not get a higher positon, I beg you to reconsider. The people have spoken and I must follow their wishes. If you do wish to bail on the story, I am sorry to see you go. Do keep tuned cause I wish to have the new stories up soon. Next poll, who else should be submissive besides Ginny, Hermione, Pansy, both, or neither? Voting starts...now.
The next lady to swear themselves to Percy will be, Hestia, goddess of the hearth and his new housekeeper. How will it happen though? keep an eye out.
I do wish to send out a general reminder, Fanfiction is a fun and exiting hobby, however it is just that a hobby. There may be times where I won't update for a while because of other commitments. As much as you might hate to hear it, if need be, me writing stories can be dropped if I need more time. If that occurs however, I will try to resume eventually.
On that happy note, I hope you all aren't too mad at me, I hope to update soon, and have a good day!
Ghost
PS the update when it comes will go below this note.
I LIVE!
Hey guys, I am really, really sorry for the unplanned short hiatus. I was out of state all summer as you know. However, it turns out, my summer job had absolutely no internet except for my phones data and I don't have an unlimited plan. I did get some writing done, though not much. I had a fourth chapter ready to get betaed and uploaded on both of my main stories, and the first few chapters of Second Chance and Bound (formerly Magical Marriage). But luck seems to be against me this year. When I got back, some idiot decided to pay my house a visit and "borrowed" my computer, tv, and all of the tech he could carry. He was sloppy and was caught fairly quickly. I eventually got it all back but in the mean time, lost everything and had to redo it all when I wasn't helping my extended family in Florida and Texas after the hurricanes. But I finally got it mostly done. Here is Master of All Servant to None Chapter 4 and Lord Potter: Head of House Chapter 4 is not far behind.
I know it has been a long break and I again extend my most humble apologies.
Ghost
PS: Vote on my new Poll for Lord Potter!
Percy awoke to the wonderful feeling of something warm and wet encircling the tip of his morning wood. The memories of the previous day came flooding back and he smiled. Without opening his eyes, he reached down towards his midsection. A head of long hair met his hand and he pushed down slightly, holding her in place for a second. The girl swirled her tongue around his tip and sucked hard, her lips forming a perfect seal around his manhood. He groaned and opened his eyes, loosened his grip. Shining grey irises met his green and red ones, and he smiled down at Annabeth, running his hand through her hair.
The blonde released his dick and crawled up next to him. Resting her head on his shoulder, she snuggled in pushing her bare chest into his side.
"Good morning, my lord," she whispered leaning up to give him a slow, tender kiss.
Percy returned the kiss with a smile. "Now that's how you say good morning," he quipped.
She giggled and started to draw gentle circles into his chiseled chest, flinching slightly when his hand brushed one of the welts on her back. They had faded slightly and weren't as inflamed, but she would be sore for a good while after they had vanished.
"What are your orders for today, master?" she whispered, playing with some of his chest hairs.
"After breakfast, you can go up to Mount Olympus and continue with your regular job. Start the plans for both the new cabin and my palace," he responded, sliding his hand down to rub her naked hips.
"Would you like anything specific?"
"Keep the cabin simple but nice. I don't plan on having any kids anytime soon, so it will be a place for me and those who serve me to stay and be approachable to the rest of the camp. If possible connect the castle and the cabin magically so people can easily move from one to the other. I'll let you do the palace however you want. Talk to my father about a good place to build it."
"It will be done, master. Is there anything else you would like me to do today?"
"As I add girls, I plan on giving them jobs helping around either of the camps and Mount Olympus. At the end of the day, they are to report to me about what they did and if anything of interest happened. You get to be the first."
She paused and lifted her head from his chest looking down at him, "You wish for us to become your spies?"
"Spies are kept in secret. If someone asks you can tell them that you report to your master everything of consequence, but yeah, of sorts. After all knowledge is power. I like to be kept informed is all. Is that a problem?" he responded, giving her a questioning look.
"Not at all, my lord. I was simply clarifying."
They laid there quietly for several minutes, the master rubbing her head, the slave drawing circles on his chest. Finally, Annabeth had had enough of the silence and inaction. She stood and pulled him up with her. Taking his hand, she led him through the cabin and bathroom and into the massive shower Percy had asked the Hephaestus cabin to install. The shower was the size of a small room and doubled as a sauna. A control panel on the wall controlled the seating arrangement and the flow of water and heat.
"Annabeth, what are you doing?" Percy asked laughing.
"Getting my master ready for his day," she responded with a gentle smile.
She pressed a few buttons on the panel and a comfortable looking chair rose from the tile floor. Setting the water to a preset temperature, she pushed her owner into the seat. The water started to fall and steam filled the room. Percy sighed in relief as the water hit his neck. He sensed movement around him but didn't really pay attention. The shower had always been the second favorite part of his day, the first being the nights when he cuddled with his girlfriend.
Annabeth moved around the shower, gathering soaps, shampoos, and scented oils. She was excited about serving him like this but a little nervous. She had thought about taking a shower with him before, but had never had the nerve to suggest it. That was fixed when she gave herself to him. She felt she needed to ensure his comfort during his shower, and since she was the only one with him, it fell to her to provide for him, not that she minded.
Moving back behind him with the needed supplies, she lathered her hands with a soap and started to massage his body. She started with his neck using her finger tips to gently knead the skin and remove the dirt. Percy groaned at her soft touch, feeling the muscles in his neck loosen. He closed his eyes and leaned his head back to rest against her bosom.
As she moved down to rub his shoulders he spoke, "I told you we would talk about your behavior yesterday."
A slightly resigned sigh left her lips, "I know what you are going to ask. Did I feel a drive to act so submissive around you, right?"
He nodded and she continued, "Remember when I moved into your cabin last week, right after the final battle? I was running around barefoot and you admitted to me that you liked me like that, and that you had a bit of a foot fetish and asked me to go barefoot whenever in the cabin? I told you, I would go barefoot everywhere if you wanted?"
He nodded again.
"There's a reason, I said that," she gave another sigh as her hands moved from his shoulders and started to massage his back, gently pressing her lips to the crook of his neck.
"I didn't tell you everything that night we first had sex. I told you that I had a submissive fetish and wanted you to be in charge and I would do anything you asked, right?"
He inclined his head for a third time, groaning softly at her continued ministrations.
"That was only a partial truth. My fetish extends beyond just the bed. I have always dreamed, ever since our first underwater kiss, to kneel at your feet and do whatever you commanded, to call you master, and to serve your every whim. At the time, it was just a dream, sometimes literally. There were nights where I would wake up in a dripping sweat, my sheets a mess after dreaming about bowing to you as you fucked me, so when you claimed me, I slipped into the role I had always imagined and found myself loving every second. I know that I am your servant, that you own me, and my true allegiance is to you, but I love being the super submissive slave whose only place is at her master's feet. I was serious yesterday when I said it was my favorite spot. I just have one request. Please Master, allow me to be what I have wanted to be, and treat me as your personal toy."
"Annabeth!"
"Please, master! I will always love you and I know you love me, but this is what makes me happy. If I find I don't enjoy it anymore, I will let you know and stop. I promise."
Percy sighed and nodded, "Alright, but no sleeping at the foot of the bed, and no skipping meals to sit on the ground beside me."
She came around and knelt in front of him, lovingly kissing his feet. "Very well. What may this slave do for you, my master?"
He looked down at the girl with a smile and ordered, "Continue bathing me, slave. And be quick about it."
Annabeth's center quivered at the intensity in his voice. "Yes master, at once."
She stood again, grabbed the soap, and continued her massage after programming the room to create a bench for her owner to lie on.
Percy moaned out as she massaged the back of his legs. The girl was gentle but firm, knowing exactly where to find the knots in his muscles.
"Seriously though, Annabeth. You are my second in command, that means that when I am not around, Piper and any other girls will look to you. Fetish or not, you need to take control. Do you understand?"
"Yes, my lord."
"Good."
Annabeth finished rubbing his legs, and requested him to turn over. When he did, she started on his well-defined chest.
"Do you think I did right by allowing Piper to join us?" Percy asked after a couple of minutes.
"I don't know, my liege. It was her choice, but I am worried that she chose to hastily," she responded, running a hand down his abs.
"I agree…. You're enjoying this aren't you," he accused.
"It is always a joy to serve, you my lord."
"Annabeth," he whined.
"It's true, master! I get this sort of warm sense of accomplishment and joy whenever I do something for you."
Percy huffed, "You know what I mean."
Annabeth laughed as she poured shampoo into her hand, before kneading it into his hair.
"Yes, I do, and Yes I am."
Percy chuckled as he sat up, the last of the soap rinsing from his body.
"You may forgo the oils this time, Annabeth," he said when she reached for one of the bottles.
"As you wish, my lord," she responded slightly disappointed.
He stepped up to her and she dropped her head to her chest and was about to fall to her knees but his arm around her waist stopped her. He pulled her into a hug and she snuggled in, rubbing her cheek against his chest.
"Yesterday, when you said you felt you had to be lower than me, is this what you meant?" he asked, referencing her still lowered stare.
"I am to show you the reverence you deserve, based on your mood. If you are happy, letting my gaze fall is all that is needed to satisfy the urge. If you are upset, I bow or kneel depending on the severity, if you are upset with me directly, I am on my face. However, the more I do, the more satisfied the urge and the happier I feel."
He nodded in understanding, before tilting her chin up and kissing her lightly on the lips. She returned the kiss eagerly.
"Good girl," he whispered, breaking the kiss.
She gave a giddy grin, "I live to serve, master."
He stepped back, cupped her cheek rubbing his thumb over her temple, and walked to the door.
"Don't forget to clean yourself, love," he said when she started to follow him.
"But your clothes…" she started confused.
"…I can get myself" he finished for her, "All girls in my service are to keep up their hygiene. That means at least one shower every day, even if it means I must do something myself. That's an order."
She nodded and grabbed her bottle of lemon shampoo.
Percy closed the door behind him, willing himself dry. It had been a pleasant surprise to learn that his demigod powers had not disappeared with godhood. Exiting the bathroom, he opened his closet and pulled out one of his many swim shorts and Camp Half-Blood t shirts. Pulling them on, he pulled out a pair of Converse and sat on the couch to lace them up.
A tingle ran up his arm, and glancing down at the tattoo, read the message that was appearing.
'Good morning, my lord. People have started gathering for breakfast. Do you need my service?' – Piper
He touched his mark and spoke, "No, I am on my way down now."
He finished lacing up his shoes and walked to the cabin entrance when the bathroom door opened and Annabeth stepped out in all her beautiful glory, toweling her blonde hair dry.
"Breakfast is starting. Head down there when you are ready."
"Understood, my lord."
Sending her a quick smile, he slipped out into the crisp early morning. Breaking into a jog, he headed for the dining pavilion.
He slipped into his chair just as the nymphs swept in handing out platters of food. He smiled at the one who placed a large tray of various fruits in front of him. She blushed, and dropped her gaze demurely before dancing away.
Dionysus leaned over and whispered, "If you asked nicely, I'd probably let you use her. I bet she would throw herself at you. But I guess being a son of Barnacle Beard you'll be getting a group of naiads."
Percy shot him an incredulous look, "What the hell are you talking about?"
The wine god merely shrugged, "If your father didn't tell you by now, I'm not going to tell you. I made a promise after all."
Percy glared at him and was about to demand an explanation but was distracted when Piper knelt next to him and kissed his cheek.
"Good morning, my lord. I hope you slept well?" she murmured.
Percy leaned back enough to take in her appearance. She was wearing a white singlet, a pair of knee length jean shorts, and white flip-flops. Her new brand was seared into her shoulder, partially covered by her shirt.
He pulled the strap to the side, and examined the mark. Grinning he asked, "What, are you embarrassed to serve me?"
She looked at him in disbelief. "No, master!" she insisted before her eyes lowered in embarrassment. "Thick strapped tank tops are all I own. If I had anything else I would have worn it instead."
"I'm kidding, Piper. When did it show up?"
"I don't know. I noticed it this morning."
He nodded, and ran his finger over it sending pins and needles dancing over his own arm.
"Remember, come by the cabin once you're done eating," he reminded her.
"I'll be there, my lord."
At his nod, she rose and continued to the brazier. As she scraped her food in, Percy could just barely hear her say, "My Lord Perseus, Aphrodite." The second her offering entered the fire, the smell of his favorite blue pancakes, filled his nose. He sat back and let the feeling of calm rush over him, basking in its glow.
Sitting forward when the euphoria had passed, he filled his plate with fruits, and waffles before digging in with a relish. Kids were coming and going, grabbing food, throwing offerings into the fire, talking with friends as they headed to their first classes. A gentle kiss on his lap made him look down. Annabeth was on the ground beside him. She was dressed in thigh length sport shorts, a pink camisole and she was again barefoot.
Percy smiled at her, before leaning over so he could whisper into her ear. "You do know you don't have to go without shoes. As you said, sandals are acceptable."
She nodded before responding, "I know, master. But I like going barefoot. Shoes feel so constrictive at times. Besides, if I get to live my fetish, you should definitely enjoy yours."
"It's your choice. Just don't go around cutting your feet open for me."
"My lord, I would take my own head off if it would make you happy."
Percy looked at her in surprise. "Make sure you don't, I tend to like it attached to you. Are you leaving?"
She nodded, "With your permission, master."
"Design something nice," He said, kissing her.
She returned the kiss, "For you, always."
She bowed and twisted the owl ring on her finger that her mother had given her. The air shimmered around her and she vanished.
Chiron cantered up to him. "I see you couldn't convince her to stop acting like a house slave," he quipped, "I will never understand sexual fantasies."
Percy looked at him raising an eyebrow, "House slave?"
"Did your father not tell you?"
He shook his head in complete bewilderment.
"If your father didn't tell you, then, unfortunately, I can't tell you either."
"Mr. D said the same thing," Percy muttered.
Chiron chuckled and squeezed the young god's shoulder, "I'll talk to you later Lord Perseus. There are no combat lessons scheduled for today, but if you would be willing, could you swing by the arena and supervise any training?"
Percy nodded his head, "I'll do that after I talk with Piper. If you didn't notice she has decided to join my service and I must ensure she knows the rules. I also need to find Hestia."
"I did notice. Are you sure it isn't too early for that?"
"We talked last night and I asked her the same question. She insisted it was what she wanted. I did tell her that if she ever wanted to, I would let her go in peace."
"I highly doubt I will ever take you up on that offer, my lord."
Chiron turned at the sound of Pipers voice and gave the girl a warm smile.
"Are you absolutely sure this is what you want, my dear?"
"I am positive, especially after that whole Jason fiasco yesterday morning. Was that really yesterday?"
Percy nodded, "Yep it was. I know it's a little hard to believe."
She snorted, "Yeah it definitely is. If you don't need me, my lord, I will wait for you in your cabin."
"I'll come with you. Chiron, I'll see you later."
"I am sure you will," the trainer smiled, and trotted off shouldering his bow.
Turning back to Cabin 3, Percy motioned for Piper to follow. She fell into step beside him, keeping her head slightly bowed.
"I like your choice of outfit," Percy commented, "Why did you choose it?"
"It was a compulsion. I don't know why. I went to my closet and grabbed what I felt was right," she responded.
Percy cocked his head thoughtfully. "Interesting," he murmured.
They had reached the cabin and he reached for the handle, wanting to do the gentlemanly thing to do and allow the lady to go first. Piper leapt at the door and pulled it open, keeping her eyes firmly on the ground. Percy looked at her quizzically, but stepped in when she didn't relent. He walked to the couch and sat down, motioning for Piper to join him. She hesitated for a moment before sitting herself on the ground at his feet.
"I meant up here, on the couch, Piper," he said quietly.
"Isn't this how you want us to act? I mean Annabeth was…, I know you said last night…" she stuttered, a little bewildered.
"I talked to Annabeth about that. Turns out she is acting extremely submissive of her own accord. Apparently, she's got a fetish about doing that. Now unless you do as well, come sit on the couch."
Piper blinked before sliding herself onto the couch facing him, kicking her sandals off. She tucked her bare legs under her, and leaned back against the armrest of the chair. She smiled shyly at her master before dropping her gaze to her lap and started to fiddle with the hem of her shorts.
Percy smiled down at the girl for a moment before he started to speak, removing his sneakers, waving away her attempt to help him. "Piper, is there anything, other than what you told me last night, that you feel you must do, such as rules or other compulsions?"
Piper, tilted her head to the side a little as she thought, her hands never stilling as they played with her shorts.
"I feel as if there are other things, Master," she responded, "But I can't put my finger on them. I'm sorry."
Percy nodded his head encouragingly, "It is alright Piper, that is why I brought you here. We are both still new at this. I will run through the list of rules I put in place with Annabeth and you can tell me if they cover those compulsions."
Piper nodded, looking uncomfortable as her hands moved from her pants to her shirt. Standing abruptly, the girl pulled the tank top over her head, before unbuttoning the shorts and letting them fall. Sitting cross-legged on the couch wearing only her bra and panties, she looked back at Percy with a happy smile.
"I apologize for interrupting, Master, but sitting in your presence wearing clothing was extremely unpleasant."
"Uh… th-th-that's fine," Percy stuttered, surprised by the sudden action "That actually covers one of the rules."
Piper blinked, "It does?"
Recovering quickly, Percy nodded, his brain running at high speed. Deciding to put his building theory to the test, he studied the girl.
"Piper," he started, "I am going to ask you a series of questions, you are to tell me the first answer that comes to your mind."
Piper cocked an eyebrow, but nonetheless inclined her head, "Of course, master."
"While you are in public, what do you wear?" Percy fired off.
"Shorts, tank tops, and either sandals or barefooted, but no short shorts," Piper shot back, before her eyes widened in amazement and confusion.
"In my presence alone, what do you wear?"
"Nothing, undergarments, or a Greek peplos if we are in your palace."
"Who may touch you?"
"Only you, master."
"Hair?"
"None, Master, save for what is on our head."
Percy nodded in satisfaction while Piper gaped, her mouth moving but no sound coming out. Her master laughed while she tried to place what had just happened.
"It appears that any rules I lay out, are immediately ingrained into my servants and become some sort of subconscious drive," he explained to the still confused girl, "Piper, if you wanted to could you ignore those drives, and continue as if those rules did not exist?"
Piper sat quietly for a second, her eyes closed in concentration. After a long silence, Piper finally answered albeit, very hesitantly. "Yes, Master. It would feel very uncomfortable and wrong, but I could do it. Not that I would!" she added hastily, as Percy brought a hand up to his mouth and rubbed his upper lip thoughtfully.
"If Annabeth were to try, do you think she would be able to?" he asked quietly, thinking back to the differences he had encountered when claiming the two girls.
Piper shook her head with only a second's hesitation. "No master, I don't think she would. Or if she could it would feel even worse than me. She loves you too much, I can see that."
Percy nodded again, "When I claimed Annabeth, she seemed to orgasm almost the instant I touched her. When I claimed you, it took quite a bit longer," he said dismissively, trying to connect the dots
Piper looked down, her cheeks starting to redden "I think that when you claim someone, the ease with which you claim them, and their drive to obey you are all determined by their feelings for you. Annabeth loves you with her entire being. I merely have a very strong crush on you, plus a life debt that I owe you for taking me into your service." Percy's head shot up at the strong waver in his slave's voice. She had curled up on herself, hugging her knees close to her chest, her gaze fixed firmly on the couch cushions as tears started to slip down her cheeks. He immediately pulled her into his arms and held her close, desperately trying to find out what had happened. "I'm sorry, Master, I didn't mean to disappoint," she whimpered into his shoulder.
"Disappoint? Piper, where the hell did you get that ridiculous idea?" Percy demanded, shocked at the fast turnaround. The girl curled into his embrace, her breathing rough and uneven as she tried to slow her tears.
"Master, you said that I took longer than Annabeth, that I didn't do well enough," she whispered. Percy almost slapped himself for his stupidity. He really needed to learn to watch what he said.
"Piper, I only said that it took a little longer and a little more before you came. I was wondering why that was. Your explanation fits perfectly! You sure as hell did not disappoint, in fact you helped me greatly, coming up with the answer I was looking for." Percy dropped a light kiss onto the crown of her head as he finished, "The bond we now share will ensure that you learn to love me, as I am learning to love you." Piper shivered in pleasure as she curled closer, burrowing her head into the crook of his neck.
They sat quietly like that for a few minutes as Piper slowly calmed down, Percy rubbing her thigh soothingly. Finally, Piper moved her head from his shoulder, resting it and her hand on his chest. "I apologize, master. I should not have jumped to conclusions," she murmured, drawing a ragged breath.
Percy shifted her slightly and shook his head, "It wasn't you Pipes. I shouldn't have insinuated what I did. I really need to learn to watch what I say."
The girl was about to retort when she was cut off by gentle lips on hers. All arguments lost, she melted into the kiss, moaning quietly. Percy smiled slightly as he felt Piper move as close as possible to him. Keeping her distracted with the kiss, he stealthily moved her already wet panties to the side, freed his dick from his swim shorts, and maneuvered her carefully into position before slipping in, forcing her to settle around him with his hands on her hips.
Piper gasped as she felt her master penetrate her lower regions, her soreness from the previous night all but forgotten as she followed his lead and started to rock slowly. Percy made sure she kept the pace slow and sensual, before moving his hands up to her back and unhooking her bra. Letting the garment fall, he pulled her close as he let his hands fall back to her thighs. Piper, pushed her face back into his shoulder as she moaned piteously. The pleasure coursing through her was incredible, she wanted to move faster, to increase that feeling, but her master's steady hands on her waist kept her slow. She shuddered as she felt his breath wash over her ear, "You are the best you, you can be, Piper. Don't you ever forget that." Percy felt her nod into his shoulder before he slowly started to unleash his aura. Experimenting, he focused his energies and focused his aura through his hands. Her reaction was immediate. Her body stiffened as the pleasure pulsating from her center intensified and she screamed in pleasure as she toppled over the edge, her walls pulsing and crushing down around his cock. "To whom do you belong?" Percy growled, his usual green eyes turning dark red.
"To you, Master," Piper moaned out basking in the afterglow, "I serve you with all my heart, soul, mind, and body. I am forever at your command. May the fields of punishment freeze over and all the dead there go free and return to the living before I ask to leave your service." Percy nodded in satisfaction as he continued to rock with her, allowing his own end to build. Piper leaned up and pushed her lips to his in a slow, sensual kiss. "Allow me to complete what I failed to finish last night, Master," she whispered. Before he could respond, she grabbed his shoulders and twisted them down so he landed on his back with her straddling him. Leaning down, she kissed him again before laying her head on his chest as she slowly started to build momentum. His hands kept her from any extreme movement, but she found that she preferred slow and sensual to fast and rough.
Percy groaned at her continual slow pace. Being the daughter of Aphrodite certainly had its perks, and Piper was showing her natural skill. He had been experimenting throughout the whole session with his sexual powers. So far, he found that he could control his aura and use it to enhance or remove pleasure, aiding in the speed of his girls' orgasms, and he could control his own at will. A moan from the girl on top of him, brought him out of his pleasure induced thinking. He pressed a slow kiss onto her bare shoulder, sucking slowly. He felt her shudder against him, her walls clenching around him again in a smooth climax, pushing him over the edge. She moaned as she felt his seed shoot deep within her, enhancing her pleasure. "Always remember, I could never be disappointed in you. Your actions, maybe if you get careless, but by being you, you are making me proud."
"Thank you, Master," she whispered.
Percy hugged her close as he pulled out, smiling at the sad whimper that came from his servant. "Don't worry, Piper, you'll get it again. But first, I need to give you a job."
Piper picked her head off his chest and looked at him questioningly, "A job, my lord?"
"Yup," he shot back, popping the 'p,' "The way I explained it to Annabeth this morning is I plan on giving girls jobs at the camps and/or Mount Olympus. At the end of the day, you are to report to me about what you did and any happenings of interest. Well, they really aren't jobs, at least not yet. Annabeth is continuing her job on Mount Olympus while keeping an ear out. I noticed you seem to spend quite a bit of time at the arena with the beginners. Is that something new? Or…" he trailed off, looking down at her with a raised eyebrow.
Piper nodded her head, "since I was a member of the prophesied seven, that apparently ranks me up in the classes, even if I am relatively new. Those lessons you and Jason gave me on the Argo II really helped." her voice hitched slightly at the name of her ex before she pressed on, "Clarisse noticed and asked if I could do her a solid and take over teaching the beginner classes, while you and she taught the more advanced classes."
Percy gave her a gentle squeeze, "well then there's your 'job.' Go about your normal camp life, and if you hear anything of interest, let me know. Oh, and don't be afraid to use your charm-speak," he finished with a smirk.
Piper smiled, "As you command, Master." Percy nodded and started to move when the girl slipped from his grasp, and standing long enough to remove her soaked underwear, she knelt at his feet.
"Piper, what are you doing?" Percy asked in surprise.
"Master, I wish to make an official request," she responded nervously.
Percy reclined back in the couch, his dominant side pushing to the forefront. He could feel as his godly nature starting to take over and he struggled to push it down, but he was losing. Piper sensed the change in his aura, the air around him boiling with superiority as it had in the throne room. Unconsciously, she bowed her head, lowering herself before her master.
"Speak," Percy commanded.
"Master, you told me last night that Annabeth has a submissive fetish. When you claimed me, we did it hard and rough. It was really good, but I must be honest, it was not as good for me as what we just enjoyed. It is clear, that you are allowing Annabeth to liver her fetish. My request, master, is you allow me to enjoy my sexual fantasies. At least occasionally," came his servants quiet voice.
"That being?" Percy asked, already having an idea of her answer.
Piper went red and she hugged herself closely, "I have always dreamed of either being on top though not in charge or tied down. What you gave me today was something I had always wanted."
Percy lifted an eyebrow, "Is that all?" he asked incredulously.
She flinched at his voice, but nodded, "Yes, Master."
He stared down at the girl before chuckling, "Your request, is more than just granted. I had already decided to try and oblige any girl who serves me and their fetish or fantasy."
Piper bowed, gently kissing his ankle, the relief clear in her kaleidoscope eyes.
Percy shook his head, "Ok, why the foot kissing? First Annabeth, now you."
Piper looked up at him briefly before looking away, to hide her blush, "It's an instinct, master. It is the ultimate form of reverence."
Percy accepted her explanation with a shrug, stood and stretched before walking over and offering a hand to the still kneeling girl. Piper looked up, only slightly surprised before accepting the hand as she stood. Percy eyed her body with an approving eye. Her nether regions had been freshly shaved and she moved with a grace only a few demigoddesses could ever pull off. Piper hid her eyes, trying hard not to cover herself. Seeing her slight inner conflict, Percy moved a hand up to her cheek. Immediately she leaned into his touch. Smiling, he turned her around and pointed her in the direction of the closet thinking of something Annabeth had commented once. "I'm editing one of the rules," he said, "On the grounds of my palace, except for the formal areas, or in my cabin, you may wear sweats if you wish. But if you do, you must not wear any form of undergarments. But, always remember, don't be embarrassed about showing me your beautiful body."
The joyous smile that lit her face made Percy laugh. "You can borrow any you find in that closet," he chuckled. Piper nodded and rushed over to the closet. As she was searching within, he wandered over to the restored fountain in the corner of the cabin. Seeing the rainbow reflecting in the mist, he called out, "Iris, do I still have to give you a drachma for a call?"
"Of course not, Percy. I make enough through the demigods. However, I may ask some favors in return for the free calls," a voice responded, one that Percy recognized from his Roman quest as the voice of the message goddess.
"Anytime. Could you show me, Annabeth? Mount Olympus."
The rainbow shimmered and Annabeth appeared bent over the desk in her office, blueprints in front of her, a drafting pencil in her hand.
"Annabeth, how's it going?" he called, hoping she wouldn't startle, too much.
His hope wasn't realized as the blonde leaped, sending her pencil and scratch paper flying. Whirling on the image, her hand came up like she was about to lecture whoever it was. Seeing Percy, her eyes widened and she bowed, "Master! Is there anything you need? How may I serve?"
Percy waved off her concerns, "How are you doing, love? Are you working on the palace or cabin?"
"I'm finishing your cabin, Master. It's a mix of cabin 3 and a traditional court house. Two levels, the upper level will be a smaller copy of your throne room. The lower level will be the cabins living quarters, with a door magically connecting to your palace on each level. The door upstairs connects to your main throne room, the door downstairs connects to the informal living room. The bathroom and shower will be downstairs and is the same as Cabin 3," Annabeth reported pointing to each area on the blueprints she had been working on.
Percy tilted his head, studying her contemplatively. "Your finishing? It usually takes you days to finish a project. You only started this a two and a half hours ago," he stated, glancing at the clock on his nightstand.
Annabeth blushed, "To be honest, master, I have been working on your cabin and palace off and on ever since the Battle of Manhattan. I always wondered what it would have been like if you had accepted godhood then, and to help satiate my own curiosity, I started to design what I thought you would like. I hope you don't mind."
Percy laughed, "You've been working on my palace, and cabin for two years? Leave it to Annabeth to plan so far ahead. Alright what do you have for the palace."
Her blush deepening, Annabeth pulled out another set of blueprints, "I took inspiration from some renaissance and medieval castles, particularly the Eltz Castle in Germany. It will be built on a large island your father chose, he left me a note on my desk. Apparently, to the mortals at least, it's an Island no one can find save for those who know where it is. The note says there is plenty of room for a castle, gardens, courtyard, the works. I still have a quite a bit to finish on the castle itself, though. The formal area at the front is almost done. This includes your throne room, formal sitting room, and formal dining room. The lower levels, like the dungeon, kitchens and some of the bedrooms are done. I just need to do the informal area of the castle and the courtyards. By the way, would you like a designated swimming beach? How about a training course and arena? Armory? Horse and Pegasus barn? Gardens? What about…"
Percy cut her off, "Annabeth, all of that will be perfect. Just don't crowd the island with buildings. Leave some open land for exploring and the like. Otherwise, the castle is your project. Have fun. But don't take another two years."
Annabeth closed her mouth with an audible click, "Yes Master, as you wish. The plans for the cabins should be done within the next few hours. The castle might be tomorrow or the day after."
Percy nodded, "That's fine, Wise Girl. You aren't putting off any other projects?"
The blonde shook her head, "No Master, Hazel came in just before you called and said she and Frank were gonna wait a bit before they asked for a palace. Something about wanting a 'honeymoon.'"
A knock on the door sounded and Piper walked from the closet where she had been organizing clothing, dressed in a pair of Annabeth's sweat pants and a too-big sweatshirt of Percy, to answer it. Annabeth returned her blueprints back to the table. "I should let you take care of that. I do like the sweats idea though, master."
Percy grinned, "You noticed, that did you? Well you mentioned that you and many girls that you knew loved wearing them, so I thought why not. Alright, you should get back to work, and I need to see who is at the door. I love you, Wise Girl."
Annabeth bowed again, "I love you more than you'll ever know, Master."
Percy swiped his hand through the image and turned towards the door. Piper was standing just outside of the door, talking quietly to someone. He walked up just in time to step aside to the overstuffed chair sitting against the wall as Piper invited the person inside.
"Master, Lady Hestia is here to see you," she introduced, stepping aside to show the goddess of the hearth in the form of a cute 18-year-old. She was dressed in a simple camp t-shirt and a pair of jeans. A simple brown scarf covered her black hair, and her reddish-brown eyes danced with warm flame. Percy had a hard time of hiding his attraction to her.
"Lord Perseus," the goddess greeted, inclining her head.
"Lady Hestia, what brings you to my humble abode?" Percy responded, waving his hand towards the other large chair sitting in the far corner. The chair flew forward and settled across and beside his, creating a nice corner for which to talk. Piper left quietly heading back to the closet to retrieve the platter she had noticed sitting on one of the shelves and pour the two gods a glass of nectar each.
"I came to offer my congratulations on your rise to godhood, and to…" Hestia trailed off, her face turning red as she lowered herself into the chair.
Percy raised an eyebrow, "Thank you. You came at quite the opportune moment. I was actually getting ready to come find you as I have some news that I think you would like."
Piper reappeared with the silver platter, a matching bowl of ambrosia and two large gold goblets of nectar. Percy blinked when he saw the platter and goblets. Seeing his expression, Piper dropped the note she found with the dishes onto his lap. The note was slightly burnt and smelled of forge oil. It read simply, 'forgot these. – H' Shrugging, he accepted one of the cups as Hestia took the other.
"News you say?" Hestia asked, taking a sip of the sweet liquid.
Percy nodded swirling the liquid in his cup, "Indeed. As you are probably aware, I was given godhood by the fates themselves. What I didn't realize is that, that meant I was to be given a seat on the council," he paused to take a swallow from his cup, "So I am now the 13thOlympian. Problem is that they need a balanced council, or at least semi-balanced council, an even number. So, you are to be given your seat back on the council, effective immediately."
Hestia choked on her drink, "What?! B-but I gave my seat to Dionysus. I'm the least of the Olympians."
Percy shook his head, "You are the eldest child of Kronos. That means, in your own way, you are the most powerful of the gods. Besides, you're one of the few who can calm my uncle and my father when they get into one of their famous arguments."
The goddess slumped back in her chair the cup dangling forgotten in her fingers, "I don't know what to say."
"There really isn't much to say," Percy quipped, then unable to hold himself back, he let slip, "You look beautiful, Lady Hestia."
The lady in question blushed as she lowered her eyes, "Just Hestia, please, Lord Perseus. As I have told you several times I am the least of the Olympians. I prefer to be in the background. The hearth and home is where I belong."
"It's Percy, just like it always has," Percy corrected, "You and I can continue to argue about this for a long time. You are the eldest of the gods, your domains also help keep the peace between the gods. After all, woe be to the man who disrupts a woman's household."
Hestia chuckled quietly, her cheeks darkening as Percy stood to retrieve the bowl of ambrosia from Piper, handing the girl his goblet to be refilled. He flicked a finger at his coffee table as he returned to his seat, setting the bowl on the table as it flew past, settling between the two chairs. Piper returned with his glass and he sipped it when the goddess spoke, "Percy, I do not want to take my seat back and I won't. I gave it up for a reason. What I really wish is to swear myself into your service."
Percy took a second to stop coughing, dislodging all the nectar he had inhaled. He turned on Hestia who was intently studying her goblet. He worked his mouth, trying to find something, anything he could say.
"Wh-What?" he stuttered out finally.
"I wish to swear myself into your service," Hestia repeated, looking up briefly.
"B-but you're a virgin goddess! I'm the god of … of… well you know," Percy countered, almost desperately.
"Ancient laws dictate that the only person who can legally break a virgin goddesses vow is the god of sex. There were only a few people who could tolerate Eros. Everyone else, myself included despised him. He was annoying, arrogant, vain, and terrible at flirting. Once he tried to woo his into Artemis' bed. She played him, saying that she liked a submissive man, and Eros slapped the cuffs onto his own wrists, locking them to a bed. Artemis took one look, flipped the bed on its end, and turned him into a target for her Hunters," Hestia explained patiently, smirking slightly as she relayed the story.
"But…but…, Me?" Percy stuttered, his cup falling from his fingers.
Hestia sighed, "I have always been fond of you. But after the battle of Manhattan, when you gave me that pithos, I found I was falling for the man you were becoming. I am the goddess of the hearth, and have been searching for a household that I can serve."
"Serve?" Percy squeaked, falling backwards into his seat. His hand came up, rubbing his brow.
"Yes, serve," the goddess stated emphatically, "Like I said, I live in the background. I have found that I am most comfortable fulfilling the traditional role of the Grecian wives."
Percy shot a sharp look at Hestia, "I may not be the best at history, but I do seem to remember that Greek wives were looked down upon, seen as property, treated poorly."
Hestia nodded, "Yes they were, but they also cooked the meals, cleaned the houses, directed the servants, they were the cogs and oil that kept the household running. That's what I enjoy doing."
Percy pinched the bridge of his nose, "Ok, why me?"
Hestia gave a slightly exasperated sigh, "Because you are you, Lord Perseus. I have watched you since you first came into camp. I watched your training, your quests, everything. And I can find no one as worthy as you."
Percy shook his head, "It's Percy, just Percy, and that doesn't explain anything!"
"It does to me," came the stubborn reply.
Percy blew out an annoyed breath, a thought forming in his head, "We're getting off topic. Our king has declared you to return to your place on the council. I am merely fulfilling his request of informing you. You say you won't, why?"
Hestia laughed derisively, "I came here to swear myself to you, and I will not leave without doing so. I gave my seat to Dionysus for a reason. I was so sick and tired of having to break up fights between my younger siblings. My place is by the fire and that's where I will stay. By the fire of my master."
"Lady Hestia, you misunderstand. It wasn't a request," Percy stated quietly.
"I don't give a sodding damn if it was request or not," the goddess snapped harshly, rising, her eyes glowing white hot. The temperature in the room started to climb as the two deities locked eyes, burning white on swirling, icy, green. Piper slowly backed away, suddenly extremely scared, as the cabin charged with power. She felt her master's aura unleash in full visible glory, driving her to her knees. The walls shook and cracks appeared in the ceiling as immortal wills battled. Outside the cabin, campers stopped and stared as a ball of golden light surrounded the trembling building, swatches of red and green dancing around each other.
Intense seconds past, the temperature within the cabin growing nigh unbearable. Finally, Hestia looked away, her cheeks turning scarlet, the air around her cooling drastically, "I was told by The Fates millennia ago that I was destined to faithfully serve some future god, leading my domains by example," she revealed hanging her head to hide her face, "They said that this god would be revealed to me when before becoming a god, he recognized me and honored me in some way. And so, I made my vow of virginity until that time. The time came when you handed me Hope during the battle of Manhattan. I was so sure you were my destined master, everything matched what The Fates had predicted, but I was devastated when you first denied godhood. But I clung to that Hope, watched you, and loved you," she whispered, her blush spreading profusely, "Then came the war with Gaea. I left at the bidding of my brother, not out of obedience to him, but because I could not bear the thought of you seeing me as I struggled with my Roman self. I did not stop watching you though. I certainly gave my little sister and her meddling a piece of my mind though, you can be assured of that. I couldn't really do anything about it though. I watched and waited as you fought, praying to all that is above that you would live. Finally, the war ended and, just yesterday, you were given godhood. Now I am here to fulfill what is destined."
Percy looked at her, speechless. Hestia met his gaze for an instant before looking away in embarrassment. After a few seconds, he sighed, "Alright, I will accept your offer, on one condition," Hestia looked up, her eyes showing slight apprehension, "That you take your seat on the council. I know you don't want to, you've made that very plain. But I believe that your presence will help to calm the two hotheads I call Father and Uncle. I will also probably need all the help I can get, being the newest god, and your support would be much appreciated."
Hestia blew out a defeated sigh, "Fine, but only because you really aren't giving me much of a choice." She slipped from her chair and knelt before Percy. Bowing her head, she spoke, "Master Perseus Jackson, god of sex and lust, loyalty and leadership, dominance and power, justice and combat, I Hestia, Greek Goddess of hearth, home, family, and domesticity, hereby swear that I will serve you and your house. I will faithfully obey, your commands and wishes. I will take on any task you wish of me, and do serve you until the day my services are no longer needed, may it never come. My body, soul, and mind are yours to command, now and forever. I swear this upon the River Styx, and the will of The Fates."
Thunder rumbled outside as the vow took effect. Placing his hand on Hestia's shoulder Percy responded quietly, "Hestia, goddess, of hearth, home, family, and domesticity, I, Perseus Jackson, god of sex, lust loyalty, leadership, dominance, power, justice, and combat, acknowledge and accept your vow. May you serve me well, now and forever."