AN: Have I given this meme already? I feel like I have, but I can't find it anywhere... Please tell me if I have. Okay, so, the last chapter is finally here.
Time: A few centuries later
Percy stared at his three naked wives with unbound love and lust, as he leaned against the railing of their room on the roof, the perpetual flower petals and soft, fresh leaves cool against the bare soles of his feet. It was barely dawn, the sky was purple, the east horizon assuming a slight orange tint towards the east, as the eternal playboy Apollo finally took his chariot out for the day.
The wind tousled his messy black hair, framing his chiselled aristocratic face as he continued staring at the three sleeping forms, his emotions unchecked, his sea-green eyes glimmering. The sound of the waves crashing on the beach behind him formed a grey noise.
Nothing ever changed when you were immortal. Their loyalties to each other held through thick and thin, Percy being the only one who had an affair here and there when he got too drunk for his own good. Such instances were always real headaches, both from the hangover, and from being scolded from three extremely angry, frightening beauties.
The lively, cosy house on the lonely island of Ogygia hadn't changed a single bit, though several new inhabitants had come and gone, like birds flying away from their nest. The two Titans, and the goddesses were eternal on the tropical island, relishing in each other's attentions, and adding to the world's immortal population, one day acting like lovesick schoolgirls as Percy took the three on frequent dates in the mortal world, and the other day, screaming their heads off as protective mothers whenever the mischievous Titan introduced their three-month-old to a particularly dangerous creature like sharks and venomous snakes. Of course, they had nothing to fear, still, their maternal instincts kicked in, seeing their toddler giggling, and holding onto a lion's mane as they rode the majestic creature like a pony.
The room on the roof had several shelves full of photo albums, detailing every aspect of their numerous children's lives. The clan of Perseus was the largest in the mythical world, especially since it included the Hunters, who had increased exponentially, with zero deaths.
Every month, the entire extended family gathered at the newly installed feast table at Ogygia, to spend time with siblings, father and mothers. It was a time for Percy to spoil his children and great-grandchildren rotten.
The dogs they had adopted had bonded to their children, leaving with their bonded when the time came as protectors. Not disheartened by the dual loss of a child and a dog to the independence of adulthood, Percy and the three girls had instead set about making more children, and adopting more dogs.
Right now, at the house on Ogygia, there were only two children, and three puppies.
Charlie was a black-haired son of Artemis and Percy, he had inherited his mother's hunting skills and archery. That coupled with his father's ability to speak to all animals made him the perfect hunter. He was only eleven years old, attending Othrys High School. No doubt remained as to who his bonded pet was, since he did not go anywhere without Candy, a female boarhound, and vice versa.
The other child was the newborn daughter of Calypso, Roselyn was only three months old, with a tuft of caramel hair not unlike her mother. And at that young age, she had been intimate with sharks, snakes, crocodiles, and even a hyena.
Everything was peaceful so far... mostly. There were some uprisings from the Giants and some rogue gods. There was that time when Percy had to intimidate half of Othrys when he announced that he would be marrying Artemis and Athena, thus granting them the status of major Titanesses. One should have seen Hestia, Leto and Rhea smacking whoever opposed them.
But all jokes aside, the worst war came in the form of a civil war, an uprising against Kronos', and by extension Percy's rule. The war was bloody for both sides. Percy had pulled out the Hunters, and his children, the two largest units of Othrys out of the war, to be used as last resort of he fell in battle. The side led by a triumvirate of Atlas, Hyperion, and Perses had the numbers, especially since the entire City of Tartarus had joined their side, though reluctantly. The war ended when the three rebel leader killed each other. Percy had been tortured for a fourteen-hour period in the war, it was bloody, but the worst part was when the Void returned to claim him back. His entire family was horrified when he turned up, almost dead on Ogygia's beach. They were all staying on Ogygia to keep themselves away from the worst of the war. The reconstruction also took some time. It was a... calculated risk he took.
Percy was brought out of his musings when Calypso stirred, moaning as she removed Athena's head from her swollen breasts. She sat up, rubbing her head, and messing up her frizzy caramel hair, squinting at Percy through sleepy, half-lidded eyes. "Percy..." she groaned, "what are you doing up so early?" She asked.
Percy marvelled at her form. Despite having birthed innumerable sons and daughters of his blood, she did not look a day older than when he had first met her, a lonely, virgin beauty bathing in the sea.
Percy smiled at her sleepy form, as she stretched her arms childishly, wanting a good morning hug. Percy indulged her, sauntering over to where she was sitting, and wrapping his strong arms around her thin form as he hugged her protectively, pressing his lips to hers in a soft kiss.
Calypso moaned at the gentle gesture, and Percy kneeled beside her on the floor, pressing his lips to the inside of her thighs, kissing her soft, creamy skin, and making her moan again in pleasure.
Not wasting any time, Percy latched onto her pink, erect nipple, his soft lips forming a tight seal around her sensitive, hard flesh. She wrapped her slender arms around his head to keep him in place as he gently suckled on her boobs, trying to get at the milk that lay inside her swollen, pale tits.
Calypso arched her back in pleasure as Percy swirled his tongue around her sensitive nub, conscious of his warm hands exploring the soft stomach of her perfect hourglass figure. She herself ached to touch her husband's delicious, sculpted abs and broad chest, but concentrated on the feeling of his lips on her chest.
Percy mentally smirked when he felt the now familiar taste of Calypso's breast milk hit his eager taste buds. He did not relent in his sucking, his eager lips hungering for her milk, the familiar taste of sweet honey and milk overwhelming his senses, as he continued to roughly assault her aching tits, violently lashing her nipple with his tongue, tugging at her breasts with his teeth and drinking her milk.
"Oh, Percy..." The caramel haired Titaness moaned, making Percy conscious of her impending orgasm, as her back shuddered, and the bedsheets moistened with her gushing feminine juices. How she had any left after their passionate six-hour-long fuckfest last night, Percy could only marvel at.
With a last, lingering suck, and long lick to clean Calypso up, Percy forcefully tore himself away from her delicious flesh, soft and firm on her chest.
"Why did you stop?" Calypso moaned, feeling the cold air sting her wet, glistening nipple.
Percy offered her a devilish grin, his hand that had wandered to her backside, squeezing her ample ass harshly. He leaned in for a rough, dominating kiss as Calypso moaned, parting her lips to give him access to her mouth.
"Check up on my daughter first, whore." He growled, making Calypso shiver as she stood up on shaky legs.
"I'm sore." She complained, but Percy was having none of it, as he slapped her soft bubble butt harshly, leaving behind a pink handprint, and making Calypso yelp. With a last moan, she made her way to the trapdoor that led downstairs, swaying her waist enticingly for Percy's benefit, whose sea-green eyes were locked onto her delicious ass, the pale flesh jiggling with every step that the Titaness took. He watched his retreating wife till she disappeared through the trapdoor, at which point, he turned his attention to his two other wives, still on the bed.
Athena, who was heavily pregnant, was staring at them, her grey eyes clouded over with lust. She could not sit up properly because of her stomach, and was leaning on her shoulder, her blonde hair cascading down over her shoulder, and covering her sizeable chest.
Percy moved over towards his goddess, pressing his lips to hers. "You should sleep, love. Our child is on her way."
Athena looked up at his handsome face through sleepy, half-lidded eyes. "How do you know it's a she?" She questioned, a slight smile tugging her lips as she snuggled into his chest, Percy's arms wrapped protectively around her.
Percy smiled down at her. "I know." He spoke softly, pressing his lips to the blonde goddess as he settled her down beside him, leaving some distance between her and Artemis, so she wouldn't be disturbed when he woke her sister up.
"You haven't been rough with me ever since I became pregnant."
"I've never been," Percy spoke softly.
Athena ignored his statement. "I don't like it." She hugged a pillow to her chest, and fell back asleep before Percy could say anything.
He smiled, moving to her sister, and straddling Artemis' toned stomach, leaning down to capture her in a gentle kiss.
"When are you going to stop pretending that you are asleep?" Percy smiled against her lips.
Artemis' eyes cracked open to reveal wide silver irises, before she pouted childishly. "Since when?" She whispered, not wanting to disturb her sleeping sister.
"Since Calypso left." Percy grinned roguishly, before capturing her lips in a soul-searing kiss. Wife and husband's lips moved in sync, each intimate with how the other kissed to make any mistake.
Percy broke off a few minutes later, leaving a panting Artemis behind. He smirked at the goddess. "It's nice to see that I have the same effect on you that I had several millennia ago."
"Don't get so cocky mister." Artemis snapped playfully, "Let's see if you can back up those words. Now, lose those boxers, and get to making some siblings for Charlie." She spread her legs, giving Percy a view of her already wet cunt. Her numerous pregnancies had done nothing to reduce her tightness. Her hands explored Percy's diamond-hard abs, eyeing the purple hickeys that she had left the previous night on his broad, muscular chest.
Athena stumbled into the dining room a few hours later, supported by Artemis, who was limping herself, while Percy hovered in the background, worried.
"Are you okay, 'thena?" Percy asked, wrangling his sweaty hands in worry.
"What happened?" Calypso was immediately beside the two, helping Athena into the chair.
The blonde goddess laughed. "Nothing happened. Percy is just being his usual self."
Calypso sighed in relief. "You had me worried for a moment there."
Percy rubbed his forehead sheepishly as Calypso went back to make breakfast. "Sorry..."
Nobody paid him any mind. Artemis was playing with little Rosy, and Athena was reading another new article on motherhood, one of thousands over the years.
"I'm gonna get Charlie." Percy excused himself, leaving the three girls in the kitchen. He swore, the girls were much closer to each other than they were to him. Must be some... girl thing.
Percy pushed the decorated door open silently, taking a moment to admire his son's room.
All the windows were shut, the blinds drawn, plunging the room into total darkness. Like his mother, Charlie was not fond of mornings. All the walls were painted dark green, with black swirls, that seemed to fade into the background. Several posters of metal bands lined the walls, including a life-size poster of Attila Dorn from Powerwolf. There was a mini archery range to the corner of the room, the bow and quiver hung from a hook beside the target. Stretching across one wall was a massive split-screen gaming set up, where both father and son spent many a night.
Percy smiled softly to himself. He spoiled his children rotten with everything they wanted. Being ignored largely by his own father in his childhood, only acknowledged when he became a strong warrior, discarded by his parents for Zeus' lies, Percy took a guilty pleasure in lavishing his children with all the attention that they could possibly want.
He clapped his hands, loudly, shouting, "Get up, sleepyhead! You have school." Not breaking stride, he jerked the curtains back, opening the windows with a wave of his hand, and letting the warm, golden sunlight flood into the room, accompanied by the soothing sounds of the waking world.
For his part, Charlie groaned, twisting in bed and burying deeper into the sheets.
Percy huffed, wrenching the fuzzy forest-green blanket from his son's grasp. The preteen groaned, before finally sitting up in bed, hugging Candy to his chest, his fingers digging into her silky black fur. He rubbed his eyes tiredly as the boarhound mirrored his expression, yawning widely.
Percy ruffled his messy black hair teasingly. His son would be a ladies' man in no time. Charlie glared up at his dad through heterochromatic eyes, his right enticing sea green, and his left a shocking silver.
"Freshen up, kiddo. Breakfast is waiting downstairs." He shooed him to the bathroom, picking up Candy in his arms, as the boarhound refused to leave the warmth of the bed. For her large size, she was surprisingly light, or maybe it was only Percy's strength. His physical strength was always abnormally large, even for a Titan. As soon as the black-haired Titan stepped out of the bedroom, Candy seeing that there was no way she could return to the bed, jumped down to the floor, bounding down the stairs to rush to her siblings for breakfast, which Percy had already laid out.
He returned to the bedroom, absent-mindedly noting the spirit servants as they changed the bedsheets. He banged on the attached bathroom door. "Don't fall asleep in there! We are waiting!" Saying so, he returned downstairs, already knowing that he would be soon behind. Like his mother, Artemis, Charlie, too, never refused food, or made them wait for too long for meals.
Entering the kitchen-and-dining room, he saw Artemis and Calypso crowding closely around Athena, breakfast forgotten. Roselyn was sleeping peacefully on a soft, fluffy blanket on the dining table.
All thoughts forgotten, Percy rushed to her side, prepared for the worst.
"What happened?" He almost shouted worriedly, kneeling beside his blonde bombshell of a wife.
Athena giggled. "Nothing Percy. My child just kicked inside my womb."
He stated at her for a moment, not understanding what she was saying. Such moments, though common place for Percy now, were always magical. He was still as loving and as caring a husband and father as he was several centuries ago.
Artemis' voice broke him out of his reverie. "We are going to take her to Apollo's clinic today. Drop off Charlie at school and then you can come."
Calypso picked up her sleeping baby from the table, wrapping her up in the soft, pink blanket as she protectively clutched her to her chest. "And while we are at Apollo's, we'll also have a check-up on little Rosy conducted." She looked down at the sleeping infant with a soft smile on her beautiful face.
Percy was overwhelmed at the moment, and he had to sit down on the floor to comprehend it all. "Wow..." he breathed, chuckling softly to himself at his own reaction. "I love you all."
The girls smiled down at him. "We know, Percy." They chorused together, "And we love you, too."
AN: The epilogue is shit... isn't it? Anyway... another book has ended, time flies by, another chaotic (more than most) year has died. ...So poetic of me. *sniffs*Was this book awesome?I know it is. Do you know it is?Keep calm and CR7!! Keep calm and LM10!! (Messi)