A/N: Just before we begin, this chapter will have a lemon in the beginning, so if you aren't into that then scroll past the indented words.
The Forgotten One
Chapter Nine: New Allies
"Why are you here?" Hecate asked.
Aita chuckled. "Can't a man visit his beautiful wife when he wants?"
Hecate rolled her eyes. "I would appreciate it if you gave me a heads-up beforehand. I look dreadful."
Aita looked her up and down. She was hunched over her work table, her back to him. She wore a dark green robe that did wonders for her figure. Her red hair was flowing freely down her back in curls. He found a rather wonderful sight just below her waist.
"I think you look fine," he said.
Hecate glanced over her shoulder. "My eyes are up here."
Aita rolled his eyes. "Just enjoying the view."
"Pervert." There was no real disgust or malice in her words—just slight exasperation mixed with a hint of affection.
"You knew what you were getting into when you married me."
Hecate's lip twitched up. "Why are you here?"
"I thought we could get some lunch and then fool around afterwards."
Hecate stifled a groan. That sounded absolutely wonderful. Despite her not needing mortal food, her silly husband had gotten her hooked. Not to mention fooling around and having a little fun sounded like heaven…
"I can't."
"Why not?"
"I'm so close to finishing this mist-form that I can practically taste it."
Hecate's ears perked up when she heard Aita's feet move. Normally he was more stubborn when it came to getting his work done. Hecate made a mental note to make it up to him later.
A pair of arms wrapped around her waist and a pair of lips started massaging her collarbone. Aita pressed his body against hers, and she could feel her husband's member pressing against her butt through her dress.
"How about," Aita whispered in her ear, "we skip lunch and jump straight to fooling around."
Hecate sighed sadly and turned her body. She gave his lips a quick kiss. "I can't, baby. Another time, I promise."
Aita pressed his lips together. "Fine. But I'm staying here until you finish."
"Deal."
He gave her one more kiss and stepped back. She was already missing him. Reluctantly, she turned back to her work. He paced behind her, coming to a stop in front of one of her work-tables. He braced his hands against the surface and pressed down several times.
"Hmm," he said.
"What is it?" she asked, not turning around.
"There's something wrong with this table," he said.
"What?" She whirled around. This couldn't be. If any part of her equipment was damaged, then she would know. "What's wrong with it?"
"Come see."
She walked over and pushed down on the table. Beside a slight squeak, there was nothing of major issue.
"What's the problem?" she asked, confused.
She yelped when he grabbed her from behind and lifted her onto the table. He pulled her to him so they were as close as could be. He put one hand on her butt and the other on the small of her back, keeping her close.
"The problem," he drawled, planting kisses on her neck and chest, "is that I haven't fucked you on it yet."
She squirmed against him. She really needed to get back to work. But…
Noticing her tension, he stopped his kisses and locked eyes with her. "Do you want me to stop?"
Her better judgment argued against continuing, but her heart was pounding in her ears and the heat between her legs made her want to scream with excitement.
"Just fuck me already," she said, attacking his lips with her own and wrapping her legs around his waist. "I'm yours."
She whimpered when he pulled away, only to yelp with surprise when he reached around her and pulled the garter holding her robe up. The light cloth fell down past her stomach and her breasts were exposed to the light.
Aita wasted no time and attacked them, sucking on one nipple while he pinched and fondled the other one. Hecate threw her head back and moaned, putting her hands on Aita's scalp as she pushed him into her, forcing him to continue his ministrations.
He sucked on the other breast, biting at the nipple, which caused Hecate to squirm and moan even louder. He reached down with his other hand and ran his fingers along her wet folds. She shivered and tightened her legs around him.
"You're so wet, babe," he said, an arrogant smirk on his lips. "You must really want me."
She kissed him hard and ran her tongue across his lower lip. He gladly opened his mouth for her and her tongue darted into his mouth. They fought for several moments, each trying to gain dominance until Aita slipped a finger into her, causing her to gasp and lose concentration. Aita took the opportunity to push his tongue into her, exploring her mouth and leaving no spot untouched.
She pushed him off and gripped his shoulders.
"I love you," he said.
She gave him a devious smirk and tugged at his tunic, ripping it down the middle. He unfastened his belt and removed his trousers. Hecate leaned over and began to place searing kisses on his shoulders, chest, and neck.
"You want me?" he asked.
She looked up at him. "You know it, baby."
He didn't need any further encouragement as he threw the rest of her robes over his shoulder, flipped her over on the desk as she was lying on her stomach, and positioned himself at her entrance.
She looked over her shoulder and nodded once. He slammed himself into her, causing her to cry out and him to sigh. He started off slow, letting her get used to his girth, before he sped up. She gripped the ends of the table, her knuckles turning white as he hit a spot that made her go cross-eyed.
"Gods, I love you," he said, kissing her back and neck.
She smiled back at him. "I love you too," she moaned.
He gripped her hips and continued to pump into her, the sound of slapping skin and lusty moaning filling the room. As he reached top speed he felt his climax begin to build.
"I'm gonna…"
"Me too," she said breathlessly. "Inside. Do it inside."
He continued to thrust in and out until his orgasm slammed into him like a brick wall. He moaned as he came, Hecate's walls constricting around him as she rode out her own orgasm. He collapsed on top of her, out of breath.
He began to fall back when his back hit something soft and comfortable. He looked around and found himself lying on a king-sized bed. "What the…?"
Hecate giggled as she rose to her feet. "A little basic magic, my love."
He smiled and nodded. "Of course. You and your hocus-pocus," he muttered. "I guess this means you aren't in the mood for lunch?"
"Well…" she drawled as she climbed on the bed, "I suppose I could use something to eat."
"Really? What are you in the mood for?" He began to get up to fetch his clothes when he felt a hand on his chest, pushing him back down.
She planted a kiss on his lips before continuing down his cheek, neck, chest, and stomach. "I was thinking we could eat out."
"What do you—ah!" he gasped as a pair of lips closed around his manhood.
-o-
Aita's head popped off his pillow, forehead drenched with sweat. Of all the dreams he'd had since his return, that had been the most vivid and explicit. He wiped his forehead with his arm and pulled the covers off. He was dressed in a pair of black athletic shorts and underwear. He climbed out of bed and changed into his all black jerkin and leather breeches, and slipped his feet into his boots before finally wrapping his belt across his waist. His hunting knife was at his waist, while his bow and swords were sheathed, ready to be summoned at a moment's notice.
He took a breath and opened his door. He walked through the House of Day until he found the dining room, which looked like it could fit an entire army. Meg was at the table, digging into a plate of breakfast sausages.
"Good morning, Aita," said Hemera, walking into view with a cup of coffee in her hands.
"Hey," he said.
Hemera cocked her head. "Something wrong?"
"No, just…dreams."
Hemera nodded in understanding and took a sip of her coffee. Aita took a seat at the table and glanced at Meg, who stopped eating and looked at her lap.
"Don't be nervous," he whispered. "We won't hurt you."
"She will," Meg said, glancing at Hemera, who raised an eyebrow—clearly un-fooled by Meg's not-so-subtle attempt at whispering.
Hemera cleared her throat. "As you know, our next target is Commodus. He's currently in Indianapolis, trying to gain the Dark Oracle."
Aita shuddered. Apollo had been most annoying with his constant boasting about his Oracle of Delphi, but had warned others of the dangers of consulting with the Dark Oracle. Most went mad, and the others refused to speak of their encounters.
"The only problem," Hemera continued, "is that we don't know exactly where in Indianapolis he is."
"I do," said Meg, munching on one of her sausages.
Hemera sent her a glare. "Yes, and you will be telling us exactly where he is when you two get there."
"What?" he said, surprised. "She's coming too?"
Hemera nodded. "Her knowledge of the inner workings of Triumvirate Holdings makes her a valuable asset."
"Thanks," Meg muttered, then shrunk under the glare Hemera gave her.
"I don't suppose you have a place we can stay while we're in Indianapolis?" Aita said.
Hemera smiled. "As a matter of fact, I do. There's a place called the Waystation situated above Union Station. The residents there offer shelter to any demigods who need protection, and would likely be more than willing to help you destroy Commodus."
Aita nodded. "And after he's dead, we find Caligula."
Hemera nodded. "I'll be consulting with my sisters while you're away to see if we can pinpoint his location. Good luck, my heroes!"
-o-
Indianapolis was a rather empty place, save for the headless monsters that roamed around, waving happily to each other and passing mortals.
"What are they?" Meg asked as they walked along the road, unnoticed by the pedestrians and monsters.
"I don't know," Aita answered, "but let's not find out."
Meg nodded and continued to follow. It had been decided that she'd reveal Commodus's location after they got to the Waystation, where they'd be able to coordinate a proper attack with their new hosts.
They stopped in front of a large building with the sign Union Station above the entrance. Aita looked around. "It cant be this easy," he muttered. Then he glanced to the side and perked up. "That's more like it…"
He walked over to the wall and began to run his fingers over it. Here we go…
"What are you doing?" Meg asked, shifting nervously.
"There's a secret doorway behind this wall," he said."
"And you know that how?"
"My sister, Artemis. She used to love hiding secret passages all over Greece. Taught me a trick or two about spotting them."
"Ah…"
"Don't move!" said a voice from above them. They looked up.
Aita gasped, and for a moment his heart stopped. The woman reminded him of Artemis. She held a bow in her hands and wore a silver tunic like the Hunters used to. The only difference was that she was old, and Artemis usually stayed as a teenager or young kid.
"Who are you?" the woman asked, pulling on the string of her bow.
Aita put his hands up. "Easy now; don't do something rash."
"What are you doing here?"
He gestured to Meg. "This is Meg McCaffery, a demigod."
"And you?"
"Uh, gimme a sec," he said. He brought his thumb up to his lips and bit down until blood stained his teeth. When she saw the golden ichor, she gasped and lowered her bow. "Who—"
"I'll explain everything later," he promised, "but can we come inside, please?"
She nodded and jumped down from her perch. Then she entered a sort of secret code into the wall and it slid apart, revealing a ladder that climbed up. The woman stepped inside and ascended. Aita and Meg followed soon after.
A little while later they reached the top and a door opened down the hall, revealing a cathedral-like hall with plenty of windows and furniture. Pens like those used for chickens was off to one side. A kitchen was off to one side.
"Mommy!" cried a voice. A moment later a little girl with brown hair and overalls came running out of the side room and wrapped her arms around the woman's waist.
"Hi, baby," said the woman. A moment later they separated and the girl looked at Aita and Meg before hiding behind her mother's legs.
"Georgina," she said, "why don't you go get Mom and let her know we have guests?"
Georgina nodded and raced off, circling around Aita and Meg before dashing into another room.
"Sorry, she's shy," she said and stuck her hand out. "I'm Hemithea, but most people call me Emmie."
They shook her hand. "You've already met Meg, and I'm Aita."
Emmie's smile faded. "Have we met?"
Aita shook his head. "I don't think so, why?"
"Because your name sounds really familiar." She thought for a minute. "Maybe—"
"Hello!" said a new voice. The newcomer had umber skin and a white buzz-cut, and a physique that made her look like a daughter of Ares—and yet, there was something innately familiar about her, like Aita had met her before…
She and little Georgina came up and gave Aita's hand a firm shake. "I'm Josephine, or Jose, or Jo, or whatever name you like."
Aita smiled. "I'm Aita; this is Meg."
"Hi," Meg said.
Josephine smiled. "Nice to meet you. Welcome to the Waystation."
A/N: Sorry this wasn't as long as some of you may have hoped, but Christmas is kicking my ass, what with getting a tree and presents and family get-togethers and work and school, my schedule's been pretty hectic, but I should have another chapter out before 2018. What did you guys think of the scene with Aita and Hecate? I only ask so I know if you'd be interested in seeing more, or if this should be a one-time thing until the end.
Also, I'd like to know if you'd like to see some POV chapters with other characters because the number of votes ended up being a tie, so just let me know what you think. I can't wait to get to the next chapter, because that's when we get more interactions with Aita and one of Hecate's children (Psst, it's Josephine in case you didn't know), and I'm so hype to see their interactions.
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