Chapter 1:

I make love to the love goddess

This certainly wasn't how I thought my day was going to go.

I was headed back to my cabin after an afternoon at the climbing walls. My forearm was slightly singed, and I was pooped. I was going to take a nap until dinner.

Or at least that was what I had in mind.

As I opened my cabin door, I heard, "Hello, hero." A sultry voice swam through the air. I had to fight to think straight.

Standing in my cabin was non other than the goddess of love, Aphrodite. Now to describe Aphrodite would be next to impossible. Everything about her, her eyes, her hair, her skin, would change color. The change was never noticeable, but it never settled on one tone for very long. Her body was perfectly proportioned and toned. She wore a miniskirt and short, loose blouse, both hiding very little. My eyes wandered to her voluptuous breasts—

I shook my head, trying to clear my mind. A difficult task when standing in front of the epitome of sex appeal. You already have a perfect girlfriend, I reminded myself. As I did so, Aphrodite began to look more like my girlfriend, Annabeth. Her hair hair seemed to be more blonde, and her eyes grey.

"Lady Aphrodite," I squeaked, "May I ask what you're doing here?"

The goddess took a ginger step forward, overemphasizing her hip movement. Her smooth leg shone in blinding beauty, and I couldn't help myself from following it up, only to get cut off by her skirt. My pants suddenly felt very tight.

"You see, Percy, as the goddess of love, I have certain needs," She said, continuing forward "Every now and then, I get the greatest, and hottest hero to help me with these needs. Will you help me, Percy?"

She was inches away from me now. She stretched out her arm, and lightly pressed her hand onto my chest. My face must have been a thousand degrees. In the back of my mind, I knew her words must be filled with some sort of love magic. But there was no way I could fully clear my mind by now.

I gulped. "What do you need?"

She leaned in, our lips now mere centimetres apart. "Fuck me," She whispered.

I managed to whimper out an "okay" before our lips collided. I felt a shock go up my body, and my mind was gone. My brain was being overloaded with pleasure. After that, I could only remember flashes.

The two of us crashing onto my bed.

She slid down my pants, my penis popped up, and she moved from my lips to making out with my dick.

Her clothes dissolving off her body in a misty light.

She stuck a ring on my pinky finger. "This ring will boost the amount of sexual pleasure you can output. If there is any downside to being the goddess of love, it's that you can build up a resistance to it after eons of the best possible sex. I'll be taking it back afterward."

No mortal is built to survive sex with the goddess of it. The second she sat on my penis, I fully blacked out.

I woke up in the infirmary, and groaned.

Grover popped into view. "You're finally awake! You had us so worried," He said.

"What time is it?" I grumbled.

"Percy, you've been asleep for three days," Grover said, "We didn't know what was wrong. You seemed perfectly fine, except, you know, asleep."

I let out a yawn. "Well, I'm all good now."

Grover still looked concerned, but must have decided to let it go.

I glanced down at my hand. On it was a ring. I frowned. I thought Aphrodite had said she would take it back. Had she forgotten? had I misremembered? A small part of me, perhaps a lingering wisp of horniness from my encounter, wondered What could I do with this?