AN: Few (only three) updates this week, because I've big things planned ahead. Talking about my life, not the story. I don't have anything planned for the story, gonna make it up as I go along... as I've always done.

Time: Next Morning

Percy woke up from the best sleep he had had in a while. A perfect, dreamless sleep that started from the moment his head hit the pillow, to now.

The worst thing about every good thing is that it always comes to an end.

Percy felt a beautiful warmth on his chest, his erect, throbbing cock sheathed in a warm, wet cunt. For a moment, he was confused, before a smile dawned on his face.

He stroked the soft brown hair of his girl as he sat up slowly, trying not to disturb her sleep.

Despite his best efforts, Hestia made a dissatisfied sound, before snuggling deeper into his bare, muscular chest. Percy silently chuckled to himself, at the cute frown on her face as she searched for a comfortable position on his chest in her sleep.

Finally, she found the perfect position, as her expression cleared, and she started softly snoring again.

His goddess was so pure and innocent.

So pure and innocent, in fact, that he would have the time of his life corrupting her.

He had already taken a massive step last night, he thought, looking over her abused body.

He had lost count after her fiftieth orgasm three hours in. He was sure that she would have died if she had been mortal, and her body strained to produce her orgasmic juices at the end, helped along only by her immortal status as a goddess, and years of pent up sexual frustration.

She had passed out multiple times during their heated passion, and he had fucked her throughout, making her wake up as she came again, spasming around his thick meat.

The room wasn't too cold, though the air conditioner had run throughout the night. A few rays of golden sunlight filtered in through the drawn curtains. The heavy, musky smell of sex hung thick in the air. The glowing red digits on the digital clock on the wall told him how late they had been sleeping, illuminating little of the dark room. Most of the furniture in the room were just dark shapes in the shadows, and Percy could only fully recognize the gentle features and curves of his beautiful goddess, her divine face barely inches from his.

Percy's skin stung in the chill in the air, goosebumps running up his tanned skin, deliciously contrasting the comfortable, gentle warmth of the hearth goddess sprawled across his chest.

His eyes roamed her naked form, taking note of all her features, committing them to his memory.

The sheets had slipped off Hestia's short, slim frame as he had sat up against the head of the bed. A lone ray of Apollo's light fell on her gentle features, illuminating her face so that Percy could better enjoy the view he, and only he, was entitled to.

Her soft, usually silky, brown hair was frizzy and sticky with thick globs of his cum, which had yet to fully dry. Her face was covered with the same, and looked as if she was wearing a mask, as his seed painted her pale skin even paler. Her swollen, bruised pink lips peeked out through streams of an identical white shade that covered her entire body, glistening with saliva, parted as she snored softly. The corners of her lips tugged upwards, caught in a perennial, cheerful smile even in peaceful sleep.

Percy's hands tangled in her hair as he caressed her affectionately. His lips pressed to her forehead protectively.

Her massive tits were mashed against his broad, chiselled chest, her hard, pink nipples poking his skin. Like the rest of her body, her tits, too, were covered with a thick white fluid, smeared against his body as she snuggled into him. The white hid the angry red shade her abused chest had assumed. Percy was sure her nipples were sore from the sheer amount of attention he had lavished them with last night.

Her soft bubble butt was also red underneath the layers of white, forming a gentle, pale curve in the darkness of the room, her almost glowing pale skin easily visible. Her recently deflowered pussy was stretched around his thick cock, unbelievably tight, which lessened Percy's disappointment in being unable to take her anal virginity. The obscene cock-shaped bulge on her slim stomach, which mirrored the position of his throbbing cock, made Percy cock a lewd grin at the sheer size of his superior genes, as he ran his fingers gently along the visible ridges of his cock, tracing them through her stomach. Her fat pussy lips hungrily swallowed his cock, driving Percy insane with lust.

Percy felt the corners of his lips tug up in a wolfish grin as he reached out to the bedside table for his camera.

Making sure that the flash was off, he clicked a picture of the adorable, yet lewd goddess sleeping on his chest.

The photo came out absolutely perfect, in the highest definition possible, despite the darkness in the room.

The little sunlight in the room enhanced the special effects, emphasizing Hestia's cute face, peaceful and serene in blissful sleep, covered in his semen. However, the curve of her perfect bubble butt, and her creamy tits mashed against his chest, were also visible.

With a dizzy grin on his face, Percy scrolled through the numerous pictures he had taken last night, careful not to disturb his cute, sexy, exhibitionist submissive.

Apart from the few pictures he had taken of her in lewd positions, there were several more. Hestia sucking his cock as she looked up at him with those maddening, innocent brown eyes of hers. Her passed out on the floor, covered from head to toe in his seed. Her blissful, fucked dumb expression as she orgasmed- her eyes rolled back into her head, her tongue lolling out. Hestia fingering herself to orgasm on the bed as he watched her. Her bloated stomach, making her look nine months pregnant, as she was creampied for the first time. Percy sucking on her boobs, holding her nipple between his teeth as he smiled at the camera. And several others, all of her getting pounded, twisted into lewd positions, getting pumped with his fertile seed, her blissful expression.

It was a porn stash that could make another World War break out if it was ever seen by unwelcome eyes.

And it was all his.

The thought both scared and excited him beyond all imagination.

"What are you looking at?"

He was jerked out of his thoughts by a beautiful voice. Percy looked down, a genuine smile automatically brightening his features as he looked down at his awake goddess.

"You." He pecked her lips lovingly.

"I'm serious. What are you looking at?" She glared at him cutely, though the effect was ruined by all the fluids covering her face.

He deadpanned at her expression. "I mean, I'm literally looking at you."

"In the camera?"

"Did you really think I was just waving around the camera last night?" For proof, he showed her all the pictures he had taken.

Hestia blushed golden, right down to her shoulders, so bright that it hurt Percy to look at her. "De-delete tha-that im-immediately!" She stammered, not being able to talk properly in her mortifying embarrassment.

He raised an eyebrow. "What? And delete such masterpieces? This is art at its very best! Just look at this beauty!" He switched to a photo showing Hestia looking at him with a fucked silly expression as he pounded her. The lewd bulge of his oversized cock as he moved inside her tiny body was clearly visible.

Hestia temporarily lost her ability to speak. A traitorous part of her mind, her raging, sinful lust, whispered that Percy was indeed right. She looked so beautiful as he claimed her. She was soooo gorgeous, that neither Aphrodite herself, nor anybody else, could ever compete with her. She was covered in his seed, and was in a VERY intimate position with her long time crush. Her heart fluttered in happiness as she realised that not only was she getting pleasure that she could never hope to match, but she was helping to bring him that pleasure, too.

"De-delete that!" She stammered, blushing as she realised the lewd turn her thoughts had taken.

Percy pouted childishly, before he smirked at her. "On one condition, goddess. I'll delete the pictures if you agree to it."

"What condition?" Her brown eyes flicked nervously to his dark, endless pools that swirled with power.

Percy leaned down, making Hestia draw in a breath as she felt his warm lips on her neck, travelling to her ear. He nibbled her earlobe, before sucking on her soft flesh.

Despite her best efforts, a whimper escaped Hestia as her hips involuntarily bucked towards him, making him groan, throwing his head back.

Her eyes widened as she realised that Percy was still inside her. How had she not realised the thirteen inches of thick, strong meat nestled against the deepest parts of her womb?

Hestia had the answer to that particular question. She could not feel anything in some areas- she was so sore. Her butt, her thighs and crotch, and her boobs fell on the list.

Percy panted in arousal. "When I want to see you, all of you, you'll have to be there for me. Without any clothes, in the positions I want you to be."

Hestia had no problem with that condition, she found. Nor did she have any problem with him keeping her pictures to jerk off to when he felt lonely. But why see her pictures, when she was always there for his personal use? Her lips tugged in a gentle smile as her mind formed a question. "What if the other girls see us?"

Percy kissed her neck again. "Does that mean you are not opposed to the idea?"

She did not answer, letting Percy continue his gentle ministrations, loving caresses, and soft touches, so unlike his rough aggression and violent dominance last night.

"What do you say to a few rounds of morning 'wake-up' sex, goddess?" He gripped her waist, drawing her closer to himself.

"I'm tired and sore." She complained, making Percy chuckle.

"We'll just have to practise more to build up your endurance, then, my beautiful goddess."

"Not now, Percy." Hestia tried to draw away from him, but her tired arms gave way, sending her crashing onto his chest. Percy grunted as he wrapped his arms around his goddess protectively. He laughed at her predicament, a beautiful, deep sound that made his chest rumble, sending all sorts of pleasurable tingles through Hestia's body, as she was clutched tightly to his naked form.

Despite the bliss- the warm, protective comfort she felt on his chest, Hestia forced herself to glare at Percy, effectively cutting off his laughter. She immediately found herself missing the sound as he looked at her timidly.

"Stop laughing at me, Percy. And... do something about this." She gestured towards her body, covered in layers of his thick, white cum sticking to her body, determined to mark her as his.

Percy raised an eyebrow. "Didn't you want to wear that all the time?"

Hestia blushed as she was called out. "Ye-yes," she stuttered, "But I can't go out like this!"

"Why not?"

She angrily hit his chest, making Percy laugh and clutch her closer to his chest. "Stop being so mean, Percy!" She whined, burying her face into his broad, naked chest. She heard his rapid heartbeat, which made her smile into his smooth, warm skin as she rested her head on his chest, gently moving with every breath he took.

Percy's arms loosened around her, but he still held her to his body comfortingly. He snapped his fingers, using his godly strength to will his goddess clean.

When she felt all the sticky, yet warm and somewhat comfortable semen- Hestia blushed at that- was cleaned off. Her smooth, creamy skin rubbed against his.

She peeked up at her dominant from her position on his chest, blushing golden when she caught him staring at her.

"Thank you, sir." She muttered into his chest, her soft pink lips brushing his tanned skin.

Percy raised an eyebrow. "Are you going to call me that from now on?"

Hestia blushed. "It feels nice to call you sir."

Percy grinned. "Then, goddess, are we still up for morning sex?"

She smacked his chest in annoyance. "How much sex can a normal person have, Percy?!"

He continued grinning gleefully, but was not allowed to answer as his beautiful submissive ordered him about. "Get me some ambrosia or nectar, Percy."

Percy gently removed her from atop him, placing her in the bed with a soft kiss on her forehead. Hestia moaned as she felt his cock leave her tight wetness, leaving her feeling oddly empty and hungry to have him inside her again. She mini orgasmed at the small movement, her sore pussy squirting some of her warm nectar onto his glistening crotch.

"...So, goddess, seems like your body is not opposed to the idea."

She panted in arousal, glaring at him through half-lidded brown eyes. "Still no, Percy."

"I'm gonna go and fetch some nectar and ambrosia then, goddess." He replied in a dejected voice, before snapping his fingers again, feeling the warm softness of his clothes appear on his body. Just a pair of shorts and a sleeveless vest.

"Can't you just summon some out of thin air?"

"Yeah, but Calypso usually keeps some mixed with herbs and all that. Works better. I also need to get my daily injections."

"Do you really need that?"

Percy's expression softened at the evident worry, thick on her voice. "I think when you are with me, I won't. But other times, yeah. They keep the nightmares away."

Hestia looked at him, her brown eyes shining with unshed tears as she was reminded of his mental illness.

Trying to elevate the sombre mood in the room, she grimaced, gesturing to her naked body, exposed to the world. "Look what you did to my body."

Percy did look, and a lecherous grin spread across his face.

Hestia lay on the bed in classic missionary position, with her legs spread to reveal her gaping, ruined cunt.

Her cute, heart-shaped face glowed in the sunlight filtering through the window. Her cheeks tinged gold as she realised what she had just done, her brown hair spread in a beautiful halo on the mass of pillows on the soft bed. She bit her pink lower lip in embarrassment, her soft brown eyes darting anywhere across the room, refusing to meet his sea-green eyes rapidly darkening with lust.

Percy felt his still erect cock, deprived of her tight, sweet pussy, stir in the tight confines of his boxers.

Her pale skin glowed in the darkness in the room, her shoulders tinged gold. Her large, sensitive nipples stood erect in the cold air of the room, protruding from the smooth, unbelievably soft flesh of her basketball-sized tits. The pink of her areolas had assumed more of a reddish tinge because of the abuse they had been put through last night, the rest of the smooth skin of her breasts covered with red handprints and sore, angry marks. Her slender arms were again kept in a sexy position on the pillows, beside her head, revealing the smooth, soft insides of her arms.

On top of it all, the removal of the layers of cum hiding her body, revealed the innumerable love bites marking her skin. There were purple marks on her neck, collar bones, chest, and the inside of her soft thighs.

Percy smirked at his handiwork, and before Hestia could realise what was happening, his camera was in his hand.

With unmatched speed, Percy switched the camera to night mode, and even before Hestia could cover herself, another sexy picture was added to Percy's Hestia collection.

She yelped, making a cute expression as the picture was taken, and saved.

Percy grinned, making Hestia glare at him, "Delete that."

Her slender arms attempted to cover her sexy, curvy body, but in vain. It only had the effect of accentuating her bountiful assets, her slender arms digging into the soft flesh of her boobs, the other list between the maple flesh of her soft, creamy thighs.

"Percy!" Hestia broke him out of his blatant ogling. Percy stalked closer to his beautiful submissive, trying to hide from him. He pecked her lips lovingly. "I love you."

Hestia's face drowned in gold.

"I love you, too." Her response was automatic, and her heart fluttered, seeing his sea-green eyes shining. She had never felt more beautiful than when he stared at her exposed body, enthralled by her. She, and only she, had his attention at that point of time.

Percy smirked down at her, "Now, goddess, lie here. Stay warm in my bed, and I'm gonna get you something for the soreness."

Hestia moaned at his words, obeying him as she lay on his bed. She did not bother covering herself, lying exposed to the world as she waited for her master to return to her. The thought of someone else entering the room and seeing her in that state, both scared and excited her.

Percy opened the door to the master bedroom and stepped out, his tanned skin immediately being assaulted by the hot, humid air of the tropical island. Trying to stifle his yawn, he padded towards the stairs, immediately halting.

His sleepy mind was still thinking of the beautiful goddess he had left behind in the master bedroom, so he took some time to register the sight before him.

He blinked the sleep out of his eyes, and gulped.

Wielding spears, knives and shields, all the other girls looked like they were going to war.

Thalia's hair crackled with sparks as she glared murderously at him, holding Aegis high. Her... electrifying hairstyle was mirrored perfectly by her younger sister, Neo. Rose and Violet were glaring at him, dual-wielding twin swords. Reyna had her angry Praetor face on, brandishing her spear. Piper looked like she was facing Gaea again, as she jabbed at him with Katopris. The Hunters all held their bows at the ready, like they were hunting monsters.

Aphrodite just winked at him, mouthing 'Good luck'.

Percy gulped as he turned his eyes to the two most terrifying goddesses.

The loving, affectionate Artemis he knew had turned to the man-hating moon goddess everyone feared. The bane of monsters snarled at him, her silver eyes shining with a terrifying intensity. Her auburn hair rose in anger, her skin glowing as she was about to burst into her immortal form in anger. The veins popping on her forehead were clearly visible. Her silver hunting knives glinted in a sinister manner as she jabbed at him.

Athena was no better than her immortal sister. She raised her spear, glaring at him, her jaw tense as she gritted her teeth. Her stormy grey eyes swirled with power, eerily similar to Annabeth's whenever she was angry. Her blonde hair seemed to shine and glow, every inch the picture of an angry beauty. Her Aegis, the original one, was held close to her body, as she held her spear in the other, snarling at him in jaelousy, cleverly masked by hatred.

They were no longer cute when angry. Percy involuntarily stepped back, gulping in fear. "Wha-what did I do?"

A scalpel came sailing through the air, lodging itself in the wall, barely centimetres from Percy's nose.

He turned his head to the only one who could wield medical equipment with such deadly precision. Calypso looked as beautiful as ever, in her impeccable white dress, her caramel hair done in an elaborate braid. Her amber eyes burned with anger and jealousy directed at him. She brandished a lair of surgical scissors in her other hand.

Oh, this was that.

Beside her, Rachel crooked her finger, moving stiffly in her crippling anger. Her green eyes burned like Greek fire. "Come here, Jackson, and we'll teach you what you did."

"Umm..." he nervously eyed the sharp sculpting spade she held in her hand. "No thanks."

"Rip him limb to limb!"

"Feed him to the lions!"

"Trap him in cement!"

"Castrate him!"

"Carve the entire Odyssey into his body!"

Percy couldn't help but laugh at the last one, suggested by Athena.

His mirth soon turned into a frightened yelp as several silver arrows sailed over his head, forcing him to duck as he raced back to the master bedroom.

Hestia eyed her lover with worry, as he raced back to the bedroom barely minutes since he left. He was panting for breath, his tanned skin glistening with sweat, his dark sea-green eyes wide with fear.

She sat up on the bed, fully dressed, able to walk again, thanks to her healing powers.

"What happened, Percy?" She asked, worried at his state.

"It's... absolute...mayhem..." He could not speak any more.

Hestia sighed at his antics, going outside to check out the matter for herself. She yelped as a knife came sailing through the air, barely missing her ear. The hearth goddess slammed the door shut behind her, just in time for another knife to lodge itself into the reinforced wood.

"Are they trying to kill us or what?!" Percy waved his arms dramatically.

"Stop being so dramatic, Percy." She chided, "It's not that bad."

At his incredulous look, she was forced to reflect on her words. Almost as if on cue, some weapon crashed into the wooden door.

"Come out, Jackson! Hestia! Don't force us to break down the door!" Phoebe shouted, followed by another crash against the door.

"Okay, it's that bad."

AN: Okay, nothing much in this chapter. Just some morning fluff. I was thinking of writing another chapter, but then... I decided, nah. Because it would mess up my calculations :)

Keep calm and CR7!! Keep calm and LM10!! (Messi)