Alright peoples, I have a new mini-story!Now, I'm only planning on making this a three-shot or less, since I'm working on To Grasp Our Future at the same time.

This is based on another prompt someone sent me on Tumblr (Forced Marriage AU).

Rated M for a reason!

Disclaimer: I do not own Percy Jackson and the Olympians or the Heroes of Olympus series.

The moment Percy woke up, he knew something was wrong.

It was hard to tell exactly what it was; maybe a fighting lesson would go wrong, a monster attack? Gods forbid another prophecy took place.

The half-blood shivered as he climbed out of his bunk bed; the cabin was devoid of anyone but him as usual, however he was used to it by now. He touched the Minotaur horn on the wall briefly, remembering his first fight with the beast. Then he began to prepare for the day ahead.

Once he stepped out of Cabin 3 and saw Chiron waiting for him; he knew his odd feeling was correct. Something was wrong.

"Percy," the centaur patted the son of Poseidon on the shoulder; a slightly nervous smile present on his face, "Good morning, my boy."

"Chiron," Percy looked up at the demigod trainer. "What's going on?"

"Nothing gets past you," Chiron smiled wirily; a pained look in his eyes. "Hermes is here. The Olympians request Annabeth's and your presence. However, he will not tell us why; only that it is of the upmost importance."

"Olympus?" Percy stepped back, "The council? Now?"

The centaur nodded and gestured behind him, "Hermes will teleport the two of you there."

Percy sighed; his hand raising to rub the back of his neck, "Alright."

Together, they walked (or in Chiron's case he trotted) to the Big House. The four story building stood out against the surrounding area, and a pushing thought of how long it would be until Percy saw it again floated into his mind.

True to his word, Hermes was waiting in the entry room of the Big House; Dionysus and Annabeth sat with him around a table, one going through a wine magazine while the other was intently studying a small scratch on the tables surface; trying to focus the dozens of thoughts drifting throughout her busy mind.

Percy smiled when he saw her; three years after the Giant War, they both were growing steadily into adulthood. Annabeth's grey eyes were as intimidating as ever, her curly blonde hair held back by a hair clip. Percy himself was tall; his body was that of a swimmers, wrapped with lean muscles. His dark hair was just as crazy as ever, and his sea green eyes still held that defiant gleam.

Hermes was dressed in his mailman outfit; his hands swiping across his IPhone as he checked his emails. The messenger god looked up as the son of the sea god entered the room, a friendly smile appearing on his face, "Percy! It's been a while!"

"Hermes," Percy shook the god's hand as the immortal stood up to greet him; offering a smile of his own. "It has been quite some time."

"I wish I had time to chat," Hermes' smile seemed to fade. "However, the Big Three have called a council meeting. Your presences are requested."

Annabeth stood and gave her boyfriend a quick hug, "When is it not? We have to leave now?"

Hermes nodded and held out his hands, "Now grab on. And Dionysus, father wants you there too."

"Lucky me," the wine god muttered; flipping another page of his magazine.

With that said, Annabeth and her boyfriend closed their eyes as Hermes flashed them out of the room and to the palace of the gods. It only lasted a few seconds, and when Hermes gave them the all clear they opened their eyes to look around.

They stood in the center of throne room, the gods all sat in their thrones; each stared at the two demigods, an unreadable look upon their faces.

It was then Percy and Annabeth noticed the two thrones at the center of the throne line; the seats in place of where the king and queen would sit.

Annabeth gripped Percy's hand tightly and looked to her mother, "Mom? What's going on? Why are we here!?"

Athena gave her daughter an uneasy look, glancing sideways at Zeus as he silently fumed in his seat; the gods arms crossed over his chest in a show of temperament, and his eyes glaring holes into the two demigods' skulls, "I'm afraid we have some rather... shocking news."

"What!?" Percy asked; stepping forward to look at the wisdom goddess, "What do you mean!? What happened!?"

"Olympus is in need of new rulers," Poseidon stood; his hands gripping the trident in a relaxed way as he gazed at his son. "Olympus has rejected Zeus. The unoccupied thrones you see appeared this morning; taking the place of Zeus's. The fifth age is coming to an end; fate has decreed you two will take my brothers' place on the throne, and a new dawn will rise."

"WHAT!?" Annabeth gasped and looked to the god of the skies. "Olympus rejected you!? You're no longer king!? I thought that couldn't happen!"

Zeus grumbled in his throne, "That's what I thought. However, apparently it can. You two are to be the new kings."

"And what about Hera!?" Percy turned to glare at said goddess, "You're the queen! You can't just take over!?"

Hera crossed her arms and looked down; avoiding eye contact with either demigod. Her face wasn't angry, instead it was fearful and resigned. As if she knew something they didn't, "No. I've been separated from Zeus for nearly a year now. I'm no longer his queen or wife."

Annabeth blinked, "So you two are just regular council members now!? And you all expect us to just accept this!? We had our lives planned out! We never agreed to this!"

"A lot of people did not agree to certain things," Demeter eyed Hera uneasily. "However this is something none of us have any say in. Including certain other aspects of the problem."

Percy growled and stomped his foot, "What else then!? Besides the fact we seemingly can never catch a freaking break!"

Apollo stood and held out his hands soothingly, "You two are taking the position of king. You will share it. However, that means you two are to be issued a queen."

Annabeth's eyes widened in shock, and she looked fearfully at Hera, "You can't be serious! Even if we do become the rulers, why can't I just be the queen!? Why does this has to happen!?"

"One of the ancient rules put into effect," Ares grunted and waved a hand at the fuming Zeus. "It was suppose to be for the mortal kings of old, but it applies to all. Any inheriting persons of a kingdom take the wife of the deceased, or in this case rejected, king. As long as she can bear children and the inheritor is not married already, the law stands."

"Wait," Percy held up his hands and pointed an unbelieving hand at the glaring former queen of the gods. "You're telling me-"

"Since, Hera was the last wife father had," Artemis interrupted. "It falls upon you two."

Hephaestus looked at he gaping demigods, "As the ancient rules pertain since you two did not marry, and both have been picked as the next rulers by fate; you two are subject to the law."

"I... I..." Annabeth stuttered and shook her head, "You have got to be kidding me!"

"I'm afraid we are not," Zeus snarled. "Otherwise, I would find it sensible to throw the two of you into Tartarus already!"

The half-bloods exchanged unbelieving looks and looked over at the goddess of marriage, who for her part stubbornly avoided eye contact, "Are you guys being serious right now!?"

"Yes," Athena stood once more and stared down at their future 'kings'. "You two are to marry Hera."

It took a whole hour to get the demigods to calm down after the meeting; both of them storming out of the throne room and thundering down the street, angrily stomping their feet at what they were expected to do.

Apollo was issued the problem of finding them, knocking them out, and taking them to Athena's palace where the gods would turn them into immortals; although they wouldn't be awarded with their domains until the wedding reception, which they decided would take place in a fortnight, much to Percy and Annabeth's chagrin.

Hera herself had been quiet during the whole meeting; it was obvious to the demigods she had been arguing with the other gods before their arrival about this whole situation, however the odds were not in her favor. So, instead she settled with avoiding eye contact or glaring at the two half-bloods whenever they would look at her in the throne room.

It was nearly a day later when Annabeth and Percy would wake, an odd feeling resonating throughout their bodies as they adjusted to immortality.

"Seriously!?" Percy complained as he inspected his hands; taking note of the slight glow covering his skin now, "You guys couldn't wait until we were conscious!?"

"They did it so that we couldn't fight back," Annabeth gave her mother a pleading look. "Do we have to do this so soon!? You couldn't give us fifty or sixty years?"

"I'm sorry, but this was all bad timing." Athena gestured out the window, "Olympus is still recovering from the Titan and Giant War a few years ago, so we have to get you settled in so that we can continue with everything without too much distraction. That includes speeding both your immortality and wedding along."

"And what about this wedding!?" Percy exhaled in a frustrated manner. "What's going to happen!?"

Athena shuffled uncomfortably in her seat, "It is following the ways of old; meaning you two will marry her in a grand ceremony, and you will be inducted as the rulers at the same time. After the ceremony and towards the end of the reception, you two will leave with Hera to your palace. There you will be expected to deflower her and the marriage will be consummated. After that particular issue is done, you three will leave on a honeymoon of sorts."

"Deflower her?" Percy blinked in surprise. "The woman's got kids. I'm pretty sure she isn't a virgin."

"Her virginity can be restored," Annabeth muttered; looking at her mother. "That's what's going to happen right. The council will have her bathe in that sacred spring in Greece. The one that can clear taint, and restore someone to innocence. Aren't you?"

Athena nodded sadly, "We believe the best way to give you two an easy glide into the marriage would be to clean Hera of Zeus's claim on her. The only proof of their relationship will be their children, and you two will be her first once her virginity is restored."

"Why should we do this!?" Percy growled. "We've never gotten along with Hera! Why should we have to marry her!?"

"Because like it or not we are all slaves to fate," Athena retorted. "Even gods. Hera isn't any more happy than you two are, but there is nothing she can do. There is nothing anyone can do. We've already tried appealing to the fates; however, they are adamant that this is the way it must be. You three will be married, and eventually she will bear you both children and heirs. Perhaps once a child is born the fates will allow you to separate. However until then we must wait and see."

"I just," Annabeth sighed and buried her face in her hands. "I don't want to marry her. I don't want to even be in the same room as her, and now you expect me to get children off of her!? Mother, I know you're wise and all, but I'm pretty sure that's physically impossible."

"Not for goddesses," Athena shook her head. "You have the ability to change your body. When the time come to consummate the marriage, you can simply morph your parts to the correct anatomy for the job. After that, you can change your body back. Many goddesses do it. I know one third of Aphrodite's kids nowadays are children she has had with other women."

Percy groaned, "There's no getting out of this, is there?"

Athena shook her head, "Not unless you feel like arguing with the fates."

Wisdom's daughter sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose, "Wonderful..."

"Why do we have to wear this?"

Aphrodite giggled as she adjusted the belt on Percy's toga. He and Annabeth stood in front of a large mirror in the love goddess's mansion, watching as she adjusted the gold colored togas designed to fit over the formal clothes they would wear to the wedding and their coronation. Meanwhile, they were told Hera would wear a white gown with gold trimming designed after what brides in the day of ancient Greece would wear to their weddings.

"It's because it's based on the old ways," Aphrodite explained; humming as she fixed Annabeth's toga. "Since we are following the ways of old time weddings, you are expected to wear something representing the era. Trust me, I know what I'm doing."

"Well, you are the goddess of beauty," Annabeth remarked. "It'd be odd if you didn't."

"I'll take that as a compliment," Aphrodite replied, clicking her tongue as she worked. "There! Both of your outfits are done and fitted! In three days time, you two will be the talk of Olympus!"

Annabeth and Percy exchanged nervous looks. The wedding was only a few days away. The last week and a half had been nothing but king training and preparing for the wedding.

During the preparations they'd only seen fleeting glances of their soon to be queen, Hera had seemed to do all she could to avoid them. Obviously she was even more upset with the situation than they were, however she showed her displease by ignoring their existence.

Which was a stupid plan if they'd be having sex with her in 78 hours; that was sure to be extremely awkward.

"Aphrodite?" Annabeth hesitantly turned to her fellow goddess.

"Hmm," the love goddess turned to look at the blonde, "What did you need?"

Annabeth exchanged an uneasy glance with Percy, then steeled her mind and addressed the goddess, "We decided I would be the one to take Hera's virginity since Percy is too nervous and uncomfortable with the situation, however I am a bit hesitant too. What do I expect from her? How will she respond?"

Aphrodite cocked her head as she thought, "Well, when you first penetrate her and break her hymen it's going to cause her pain. You know that I assume?"

Annabeth nodded and looked expectantly at the immortal woman; Percy also turning his attention to the older woman. Aphrodite continued, "In my experience with woman I have been with, I've found some adjust better if you pull out after breaking the barrier and give her time for the pain to past, while some adjust better if you push in more and give her time to adjust to your size. However, it isn't Hera's first time making love, so I would ask her. If she has you pull out, I'd wait a minute or two before continuing. If she has you stay inside, I'd try to hold her hips in place. Instinctively, she will jerk away from you when you first penetrate her, so you would have to be careful as you push deeper into her so you will not cause more pain. If her hips are jerking around, it'd only give her more discomfort."

Percy nodded, "I guess we'll ask her then. See which she prefers."

"It's interesting though," Aphrodite hummed. "Some demigods would not care if she experienced pain; with everything she's done in the Giant War I find it interesting you two are taking her comfort into mind."

"We may of had our differences, but this is different," Annabeth stated. "It's something we're both being forced into. I'm not going to rape her or have sex with her while she's squirming in pain underneath me. Neither of us are that kind of person, and it's something we would never consider doing to Hera. Even if she's caused some trouble in the past, this is a whole different situation."

Aphrodite raised an eyebrow as Percy nodded in agreement with his girlfriends' word before a smile over took her face, "I think Hera will appreciate that."

"What do you think it'll be like? Married life?" Percy asked; running a finger through Annabeth's blonde hair as they reclined on the couch. After they were brought to Olympus Apollo had shown them to a small guest villa he had near his palace where they would be staying until their own palace was finished on the same day as their wedding. (Which happened to be tomorrow.)

Annabeth lifted her head from where it rested on Percy's chest; looking into her boyfriend's eyes, "I think it'll be different for sure. Hera will probably throw something sharp at us every hour or so; probably still send cows after me too."

"Might wipe my memory whenever there's an anniversary," Percy grinned and bumped his forehead against the blonde's. "Then she'll use that as an excuse to get mad at me for forgetting."

The immortal daughter of Athena snorted and nodded, "Most likely seaweed brain. You forget everything anyway. Probably wouldn't be able to tell the difference."

Percy faked a hurt look, "Wise girl that was mean."

"Get used to it," Annabeth leaned her head back against Percy's chest; her eyes blinked slowly as she turned and looked at the clock. "It's getting late."

The demigods groaned as they stood and stretched, before exchanging a quick kiss and heading to their respective rooms. After being together for over three years, there were times when they'd share a bed; however, as it was the night before their wedding (even if it was to Hera), they'd decided to sleep in different rooms.

Preparing for bed didn't take long, and it wasn't long before the two of them were sleeping soundly in their rooms; although it was only in the morning when the nervousness and jitters really set in.

"I really hate this tux man," Percy said; adjusting his tie for the hundredth time, causing the satyr who tied it to correctly fix it once more. "First rule I'm making once I become king is no stupid tuxedos' or suits. They suck."

"Yes Lord Perseus," the satyr held back a smile. "I'm sure they do."

"It's just Percy," the son of Poseidon complained. "No Lord required."

"Yes Percy," the satyr nodded before stepping back. "You're dressed and ready. You can head to the council room for the ceremony."

The demigod turned immortal sighed as he stepped off the pedestal, "I suppose there's no avoiding it. Man, I'm getting married. Although, this isn't quite the way I was expecting it to be honest."

"I don't think any of us were expecting this," a familiar voice remarked; causing Percy to grin as he spun around to greet the visitors.

"Grover!" Percy went to hug his best friend; wrapping his arms around the lord of the wild in a bear hug, "You made it!"

"Don't forget us!"

The son of Poseidon's smile stretched across his face as he saw the other young men entering the room. Jason, Nico, Will, Leo, and Frank all smiled back; each of them dressed in elegant suits for the wedding.

"Bro!" Leo smacked a hand against Percy's back, "So, you're marrying Tia Callida? You sure know how to pick 'em."

"It's not like I had much of a choice," Percy complained as he fiddled with his belt. "We have too. Apparently the fates think it's a good idea."

"Yeah," Will shook his head. "But it's Hera. I can't even imagine how Annabeth is going to get along with her; they'll probably glare at eachother over dinner or something."

Nico snorted, "Sex is going to be awkward."

Percy's face felt hot, "Dude, lets not talk about that. Annabeth and I are already crazy nervous about it. It doesn't help that Hera won't even talk to us; at all."

The son of Hades shrugged, "Sorry. I was just stating a fact."

"Your facts hurt me."

"Umm," Frank pointed at the clock. "Time to go. Ceremony starts in fifteen minutes."

Percy sighed and rotated his shoulders; simultaneously popping his neck, "Let's get this over with."

They started with the coronation first.

Annabeth and Percy kneeled in front of the new formed thrones; Athena and Poseidon stood in front of their respective children, "Perseus Jackson and Annabeth Chase. By order of the fates, you are to be instated as the rulers of Olympus and married to Hera; Goddess of marriage and former queen of Olympus. Do you accept?"

The two demigods turned immortals looked up at the Olympians and nodded, "We do."

As soon as the words were said, a glow erupted around their bodies and they shot to their feet. Everyone averted their eyes; demigods, gods, nature spirits, and the satyrs all looking away from the burning light.

It took a few moments for the light to fade, but as soon as it did everyone could see the difference. They looked at least five years older; appearing somewhere around mid to late twenties, an aura of power originated from their bodies, and they were each at least half a foot taller.

"Perseus Jackson," Poseidon began. "God of demigods, tides, loyalty, and humanity."

"Annabeth Chase," Athena spoke. "Goddess of architecture, planning, and education."

Said gods were currently looking at themselves in amazement, then turned to acknowledge the others as they all kneeled. Even Zeus (although he was glaring balefully at them from where he was positioned).

"Now what?" Percy asked; looking sideways at his father.

Aphrodite stood and squealed, "The wedding!" The love goddess snapped her fingers and suddenly everything shifted. Percy and Annabeth now stood on a platform, while the guests had been transported into rows of seating. The thrones seemed to disappear from the room. It was then the mighty entrance doors to the council room slid open, and Hestia and another goddess stood at the entry point.

It was with a jolt that the new rulers of Olympus realized it was Hera standing with the hearth goddess. The marriage goddess looked completely different than before; it was still obviously her, but she looked so much younger. As if a decade had been cut from her actual age appearance.

However, despite the elaborate makeup covering her face; Percy and Annabeth could still see the frown lines and the bags around her eyes.

She obviously wasn't taking this as well as anyone thought she would.

Hestia began to walk down the center isle, the onlookers all rising out of their seats to watch the future queen being delivered to the two gods waiting near the front. Hera's eye's were tired and sad, as if she had already exhausted what fight she had left inside.

Percy and Annabeth dutifully walked down the five steps leading to the entry path to meet Hestia and receive Hera as they had been taught in the rehearsal; Hestia kissed her sister once on the cheek before stepping back to stand by Hephaestus and Ares in the front row. Hera allowed the two demigods to link their arms through hers and led the goddess up the stairs to the platform.

The goddess was dressed in a beautiful white ancient greek wedding gown with gold lining to match their own outfits. Her hair was curled and pulled into a loose, elegant bun. Her bangs framed her face, and her hands and forearms were covered by silky white gloves.

Percy had a white tuxedo, with a golden toga over; Annabeth meanwhile, wore a white pantsuit and a golden toga also pulled over her clothes.

Once they reached the platform, the two former half-bloods pulled the long white gloves off of Hera's hands; leaving the smooth skin exposed as they each held one of her hands, just as Athena explained they would have to do.

The ceremony wasn't anything special after that, they each slid a ring onto her ring finger; the two pieces of jewelry clicking together to form a larger, more beautiful ring.

There wasn't any 'You may kiss the bride' either. That wasn't something either party wanted to do in front of a large crowd.

It wasn't long until they found themselves sitting in the middle of a large banquet; watching the other party goers as they traversed the area and made small talk. Several came up to talk to them, while the demigods would wave Percy and Annabeth over to their own tables to talk or catch up; commenting on the coronation and wedding ceremony.

Hera sat blankly at the head table; her seat positioned between her new spouses. The goddess stared emotionlessly at the others, politely greeting those who would approach her to make small talk.

However, she wasn't invested. And more than a few times, Percy and Annabeth would catch her trying to sneak outside or to the bathroom in the corner of their eyes.

At the same time, a growing sense of unease took place in their stomachs as the time for the consummation grew closer and closer. Time didn't seem to move along slow enough, and more often than not; Percy or Annabeth would check the clock only to see that half an hour had passed.

Their nervousness peaked around the time Hermes approached them, and confirmed their fears, "It's time for the party to come to a close. It's passed the seven hour mark; we need to get going with the next step."

Annabeth and Percy exchanged hesitant looks, before they sighed and nodded at Hermes, "What do we do?"

The messenger gods' slightly mischievous smile did nothing to help settle the butterflies dancing in their stomachs.

It had been ridiculously easy for the two demigods to sneak Hera out of the reception; they'd walked up to her, picked her up, and carried her out the back entrance with only a few taking notice.

Just as Hermes as said; Hera hadn't fought. Instead she seemed to resign herself to her fate, and relax in Percy's arms.

The traveler god had shown them where their new temple was; the building had been completed only a few hours ago, but the Cyclopes had assured them that it was as safe as can be.

Once they'd entered through the front door, Percy had passed the goddess to Annabeth; Hera had to wrap her arms around the blonde's neck in order to steady herself as she was handled. The goddess pursed her lips and looked down; avoiding eye contact.

Throughout the ceremony and reception she hadn't said a word to them.

"Are you going to be this quiet all the time?" Annabeth asked; climbing the stairs easily, "This marriage might just work then."

"I've already given enough," Hera snapped. "My voice is the one thing I still govern, it's the one thing I can still deny people. Including the new rulers of Olympus."

"You're her queen," Percy muttered. "You're also a ruler. You're insulting yourself."

"I don't care," Hera retorted. Her arms crossing across her chest as Annabeth entered the master bedroom and set her down.

The three of them stared at eachother awkwardly for a moment. Finally, after a minute of silence Annabeth sighed and looked at the goddess, "We've got a job to do."

Percy shuffled on his feet as Hera's eyes seemed to dim, "So..."

"I'll get ready." Hera interrupted, "Just... just give me a moment."

With that said; the goddess disappeared into the bathroom, her hands working on untying the band holding her hair up. The door shut behind her; signaling the other two's time to prepare themselves.

They slipped off their shoes, toga's, and most of the outer layers of their clothing. Annabeth brushed out her hair, wiped the makeup Aphrodite had put on her off her face, and made sure she hadn't forgot anything.

Percy did the same; only standing up when he was in his undershirt and boxers.

Annabeth was in a tank top and legging shorts she had wore underneath the pantsuit she'd been forced into.

They waited for a few minutes until they heard the bathroom door click open, and turned to watch as Hera stepped out in a silk bathrobe. Her hair had been let down, her face wiped of most her makeup.

"Well," Hera crossed her arms impatiently. "Can we get this over with?"

Percy and Annabeth gave eachother hesitant looks, when Annabeth stepped up. The new goddess grabbed the marriage deity and led her to the bed; gently she pushed her into a sitting position, causing Hera to arch an eyebrow, "You're going first?"

"Yes," Annabeth glared. "I'm going first. Problem?"

Hera shook her head, "Not like I can do anything about it."

The blonde's eyes seemed to dim at that; however, she continued her ministrations on the brunette goddess. Her hands pushed apart the top of the older woman's robe; slowly exposing the mounds of flesh occupying her chest. Then she untied the knot around the robe holding the cover up closed, allowing the rest of the goddess's naked body to be exposed.

Annabeth's hands ghosted over Hera's chest, cupping the breasts briefly before the former demigod grasped the other's shoulders and pulled the rest of the robe off her body. Hera bit her lip as her new wife guided her down onto her back; anxiously squirming as she watched the grey calculating eyes sweep over her in a seemingly predatory tone.

Percy settled on the bed next to them; watching with a hint of a blush on his tanned face.

The daughter of Athena undressed quickly; her toned body pressed against the one underneath her, and Annabeth carefully spread the other's legs apart.

Hera tensed noticeably, "Be quick with it. It's only going to hurt if you go slow the first thrust."

"Are you sure?" Annabeth propped herself onto her elbows, "I can always pull out and give you sometime to allow the sting to fade."

The queen shook her head, "Doesn't work for me. Stay inside and let me get used to it. It's been a while since I've last been in this position, so I can't remember how long it's going to take me though."

"It's alright," Percy rubbed her shoulder. "We have some time on our hands."

The blonde woman closed her eyes and focused on changing her body. Sure enough, a large member rose from between her legs; large enough for Hera to stiffen when she felt it against her thigh.

Percy arched an eyebrow when he saw it, "And you say I have an ego wise girl?"

Annabeth blushed, "Shut up, I've never done this before."

"Hurry," Hera tried to adjust underneath the blushing woman. "I want to get this over with, or else the suspense might end up hurting more than the sex."

The new ruler rolled her eyes and licked two fingers, reaching down between their bodies so that she could rub against Hera's center.

The older immortal gasped and grasped at Annabeth's back as she was checked and prepared by her new consort; her hips moving involuntarily against the fingers rubbing against her clit. Annabeth chewed on her lip uncertainly, "You're barely wet. If I pushed in, it wouldn't of been much better than taking you dry!"

"Well excuse me!" Hera growled; although Annabeth and Percy could see the pleasure she was trying to fight. "I didn't really plan to enjoy this!"

"And I'm not planning on it either!" Annabeth snarled, "But I don't want to cause you pain! We may not get along that well, but this is entirely different! If we want to make any part of this work, we have to try! And that means treating eachother with respect and dignity; especially when we're in bed like this!"

Hera looked like she wanted to cuss her out, instead she sighed and nodded her head, "Fine! Just stop touching me there, you've already prepared me!"

Annabeth complied and pulled her fingers away; pushing the queen's legs apart with her thighs, and positioning the head of her new member at the other's entrance.

"Are you ready?" The younger female looked at the older, waiting for confirmation.

Hera nodded slowly, and Annabeth closed her eyes and pushed in.

Immediately, Hera's whole body jerked away from the blonde. Her eyes clenched shut as she cursed in ancient greek, and Annabeth pressed securely against the one underneath her; simultaneously pulling her close and burying her head in the marriage goddess's neck.

She moved her hip forward until she was fully sheathed inside of the brunette; Percy reached over to rub his hand in smoothing circles across the lower part of Hera's abdomen, much like he had done the first time Annabeth and he had slept together.

Only she couldn't remember it hurting enough to cause tears; just like how Hera had escaping her closed eyes.

"I forgot how much this hurt," the marriage goddess murmured, wrapping her arms around Annabeth's neck. "I'm never doing this again."

"Fine by me," the blonde muttered; trying to focus on anything but the insanely pleasurable way Hera's warmth clenched around her member.

Percy noticed the look on her face and smirked, "Difficult, isn't it?"

"Shut up seaweed brain."

"Rude."

"Can you two stop!?" Hera asked; carefully moving her hips in a circular motion, testing how sensitive she was.

Annabeth looked down at her, "Can I move or do you need more time?"

Hera flexed her toes; her face was uncertain and a little scared. Annabeth wondered if that was because of Zeus; how well did he treat her? Did he make sex uncomfortable or even painful for her?

The new 'king' of Olympus wasn't raging to find out, but she'd definitely look into it; at least so that she could avoid any problems in the future.

"Move," Hera moved her hands down Annabeth's back. "Slowly, until I say otherwise."

Annabeth complied. Although, she couldn't help but notice with growing concern that Hera never did stop crying.

Percy's thrusts were wild, yet restrained. As if he was itching to be let loose, but was afraid to hurt the whimpering woman underneath him.

Annabeth had managed to get through the first round at a reasonable pace; Hera had even seemed to enjoy it somewhat, which is something Annabeth hadn't expected. She'd went one more time with the goddess, opting to let Hera ride her instead of keeping the woman on her back the whole time.

Percy seemed to have the same idea, currently starting in missionary position.

Any pain Hera had from first being taken was only a dull ache in the back of her mind, as she seemed enjoying it enough to allow Percy to lift her hips off the bed and thrust his own against hers'; working to reach completion.

She didn't moan a whole lot; probably because some part of her mind reminded her she was suppose to hate these particular people.

If only she wasn't married to them.

To her defense, Annabeth and Percy hadn't moaned much either. But that was only because they were still a bit awkward with the situation.

It was then Percy pressed down against her body; screwing her into the mattress as he reached his end with a long groan. Hera shuddered as she felt him explode inside her; his seed mixing with Annabeth's within the marriage goddess's fertile womb.

Percy pulled out and flopped onto his back with a content sigh, "Done."

Annabeth raised an eyebrow, "You're not going again?"

The son of Poseidon shook his head, "I'm tired, and I think Hera's a bit worn out. Between you and me, we've been at it for an hour."

"He's right," Hera sighed and pulled the covers up over her body. "I'm tired. If we have sex again tonight, I might fall asleep."

Annabeth shrugged and laid back against the mattress, "Fine. Good night."

Percy and Annabeth fell asleep pretty quick after that; the day's events catching up to them and lulling the two new gods into a deep sleep.

Hera blinked slowly and wiped the tears from her face, careful not to wake the two surrounding her. She pressed a hand to her stomach as she fought back the unease inside her, before closing her eyes and falling into a dreamless sleep.

And part one is done!

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