Warning: Marina doesn't accept sex at first.

Marina's POV

While I was happy with sneaking off in the night to be alone with Triton, I couldn't exactly handle looking at my dad after learning he had feelings for me. That night, I packed all my things and went to Camp Halfblood, leaving a note lying that I'd found a job. I felt bad that I left right after having sex with Triton so I left him a separate note on why I left. I hope he understands. In the morning, as I made my way to the dining pavilion, people stopped me on the way and were surprised I was here. Nico stopped me and asked, "What are you doing here, Marina?"

"Why do I keep getting asked that?" I exclaimed, annoyed. "Am I banned from Camp Halfblood or something?"

"No, you didn't hear?"

"Hear what?"

"My dad told me that Artemis sent a video to him of Ashton hitting you. Apparently, she sent it to the other immortals as well."

"Thalia did tell me Artemis would deal with Ashton, I didn't expect that though."

"That's not all," Will butted in. "They had a meeting on how to punish him! All the gods were really pissed. Athena even disowned Ashton!"

"Okay, and what's this got to do with me?"

"Oh, uh," Nico grabbed Will's hand. "Your dad chose Ashton's sentence which was to be the Olympians slave for eight hundred years and he's switching from each god and he's with Mr. D right now. We thought you'd known since you were with Poseidon this whole time."

"Ah, why couldn't you have just gone with that? As long as I don't have to interact with that asswipe I'm peachy," I said, walking away.

I entered the Dining Pavilion and was greeted by shocked looks from the campers, who looked over at Mr. D. I hid my snicker behind my hands when I noticed Mr. D was using Ashton as a footstool. Mr. D looks different than when I last saw him. He looked like the average god: athletic, handsome, and the powerful aura. Mr. D still had his curly black-purplish hair and no beard. He wasn't sitting at a bench like the campers. He was sitting in a vine throne with a goblet of wine in his hands and his feet were resting atop Ashton's back. Mr. D looked comfortable.

Mr. D sipped his wine and looked up. His blue, bloodshot eyes opened wide at the sight of me, "Marina," he exclaimed. "What are you doing here? Last I heard, you were getting treatment for something."

I chuckled and walked up. "Yeah, I was getting help for my depression. So, what's this about Ashton being your slave?"

"It was your dad's idea. We just went with it."

"Yeah, but you hate me, so why'd you go with it? And some of the other gods because I know I pissed some of them off."

"We may hate you," Mr. D said, getting his wine refilled by a satyr. "But domestic abuse is higher on our hate list."

"It was only one time!" Ashton yelled from under Mr. D.

"Quiet!" Mr. D hit Ashton on the head with his foot. "I didn't ask for a talking footstool." Mr. D looked back up at me. "So, depression?"

"Yeah, it was nothing too bad, I didn't cut myself or anything. I stopped showering and ate less. Dad took me to a therapist as fast as he could and I'm currently looking for a job. You don't have any work I can be paid to do, do you?"

"No, my slave is doing them and he isn't getting paid."

"Which is against so many laws," Ashton muttered, getting another kick to the head.

"Stop hitting him in the head Mr. D," I put my hands on my hips.

"Thank you, Marina."

"Poke him in the ass, it's much more effective." I went to my table, leaving an open-mouthed betrayed Ashton behind. When I got my food, it took me a few seconds to realize I just had made small talk with Mr. D and he said my name right. He has changed a lot since the last time I saw him, I think his wife talked to him or something.

I couldn't use my computer in Camp Halfblood because it'd attract monsters and I'm not in the safety of Atlantis. I don't have enough money saved up for an apartment or taxi to New York. And this baby. I know I'm pregnant. Every child of the gods is fertile, I haven't heard of one who is infertile, you just get all the good genes when being a child of the gods. Babies are expensive and need a lot of attention. Mom has Estelle so I can't ask her to look after my child and Triton can't do it because gods are forbidden to spend time with their child. I could live in Camp Halfblood, I have everything I need here, but I'll feel like a freeloader. I need to earn money somehow.

I approached Mr. D after dinner. "Hey, Mr. D, are you sure there isn't anything I could do? I mean, I know Ashton's your slave and all, but do you think you could give him the night off and have me do some of his chores?"

"No," Mr. D said sternly. I groaned, annoyed, but quickly became surprised when a smirk grew on his face. "But if you're so eager to earn money, there is something you can do."

I smiled and followed him to the Big House. I glanced at Ashton, who was asleep on the couch. I know Mr. D worked him to the bone; I received word from the Athena kids that the other gods give Ashton the same treatment Mr. D does. Ashton has barely any time to sleep or socialize. While I don't agree with what the gods are doing to Ashton, I can't really do anything now. It's out of my hands. I was confused when Mr. D ushered me into his bedroom. Maybe he wants to talk to me somewhere quiet? A bit weird considering it's just a chore.

Mr. D shut the curtains and pulled out an old bottle of Merlot and poured two glasses, giving one to me. I hesitantly accepted it. Hopefully, nothing bad will happen to my baby, it is pretty early into my pregnancy.

"So," I sipped the wine. I could taste the grapes. "What chore do you have in mind for me?"

"First, I want to apologize for how I acted toward you in the past. I could tell you were hurt when I called you the wrong name or insulted you," he chuckled with a smile and drank. "I've never actually been called wine dude. That Hades boy and your horse were the first ones."

"That Hades boy is called Nico and my horse's name is Blackjack, but thanks anyway, so the work?"

"Well, I'm not sure you'd like it. It's going to be hard, long, and doing it will be long and sweat-inducing, but hopefully, you'll feel satisfied in the end."

"Why do I feel like you don't want me to clean the Big House or the dinner dishes?"

Mr. D smirked and pulled out a large stack of 100 dollar bills. "If you do what I tell you, without complaint, I'll give you 1000. Understand?"

I thought for a moment. What he's asking could be bad, but I need that money to survive for the next few days to search for a job and any extra to get an apartment. Plus, the other expenses for my baby. 1000 isn't much, but it'll do. I nodded and asked, "What's the task?"

Mr. D smiled wider and said, "I want you to get up and strip for me, but do it teasingly."

I started to laugh loudly. It was a funny joke. A perverted one, but funny. I stopped laughing when I noticed Mr. D's angry look. "Oh, you were serious?"

"Yes," he responded, downing his wine.

"Um, what?" I said surprised, getting up from the bed. "What is wrong with you? I'm not doing that! I'll cook or clean, but I won't be your stripper."

"Why? You said you needed the money and were willing to do anything to get it."

"Anything but be your prostitute, perv. If you want to see a woman naked either watch porn or go to your wife, but I am not showing you my body."

"I'll raise it to 2000."

"Not if you paid me two million," I yelled. "What in the name of Hades is wrong with you? First, you apologize and now you're trying to get in my pants. Is this how you treat your women? I wouldn't expect less from an alcoholic."

"Now, listen you!" He stood up. "I treat my women just fine."

"How well can you treat them if you're asking me to strip for you? Running out of girls at the club?"

"I don't find my lovers at a club."

"Oh, sorry, the MILF's at a five-year-olds birthday party."

Mr. D got really close to me. "You're an insolent little thing. I don't know why the gods and I fell in love with you."

"What do you mean the other gods fell in love with me?"

"Oh, you didn't know?"

"No, tell me."

"Why should I?" He said, pouring another glass of Merlot. "You disrespected me. Why should I tell you something as trivial as that?"

I wrapped my arms around my chest. I looked down at myself. It's bad enough that I know my father has feelings for me, now the other gods do too? I'll hate knowing who it is, but I feel better knowing. "I'll do what you want if you pay me and tell me what I want to know."

"Alright, but for your insolence, I get to touch whatever I like, you give me a bj, and you have to have sex with me. Deal?"

I hesitated. "Deal."

Mr. D smirked and his eyes wandered as I started to strip. His touch was gentle as he reached for my breasts and traced his fingers on my stomach. I did like it when his fingers brushed around my waist, it sent a shiver down my spine. When all my clothes were off, Mr. D unzipped his pants, pulling out a 6 inch uncircumsized dick. I was stunned for a second. I could feel my face heating up as Mr. D leaned back on his hands. I could back out now, but I know he'd stop me.

I got on my knees and grabbed the base. I gave him a handjob and sucked on his balls. I don't know why I felt more comfortable giving Triton a blowjob, maybe it's because I don't know him that well and we didn't talk when I visited dad before Ashton broke up with me. "That feels nice," Mr. D said, putting a hand on my head. "But I requested a blowjob, not a handjob." He pulled my head away. "Now, do it right."

I looked at the tip and prepared myself. I stuck out my tongue, and swirled it around the tip before sucking. I sucked on the tip and used my hands to jerk him off. "That's nice," he groaned. "But, I was thinking of something more like this," then he pushed my head to take his entire dick in my mouth. Without letting go, he started to throat fuck me. My body was liking this, I was heating up. No, why is he doing this? Mr. D hates me, he always has. Why is this his task for me? I thought it'd be something like cleaning or something, but this? I didn't expect he'd ask me to have sex with him, and after Ashton left. I started to cry. I felt like I was being used, I don't like this. I kept thinking he'd take photos of my naked body to blackmail me or something. I tried pushing Mr. D away and telling him to stop, but he was too strong and at the speed he was going I could barely breathe. So I bit him as hard as I could. He was close to cumming too.

Mr. D screamed in pain, pushing me away and grabbing his dick. "Oh, you bitch!" he yelled.

I picked up my clothes and made a run for it. I put on my bra and underwear as I went downstairs. Mr. D's screaming had awoken Chiron and Ashton and they were pretty surprised to see me half-naked and running out of the Big House. I kept running, and I didn't stop until I reached my cabin. I slammed the door and locked it.

I put my hand on my throat as I slid down the door and couldn't stop crying. I feel violated. Why did I go through with it? All for some information! How stupid of me.

I got up and went to the bathroom. I cleaned my mouth as thoroughly as I could with my toothbrush and tried to fall asleep. My horny side wouldn't let me, so I had to imagine Triton. I used the time masturbating to look up jobs. I want to leave as soon as I can. I know Mr. D will be pissed in the morning. I should probably leave now to avoid him, but where would I go? There's a long stretch of road to the nearest town, and even then, I can't run that far and I'll be dead meat for any monster that finds me. I could use the seas, but I could encounter a sea monster. I guess I'm stuck here.

In the morning, I hesitated to leave my cabin. I don't want to confront an angry Dionysus. Maybe he won't be at the Dining Pavilion.

I was almost there, and there was no sign of Mr. D. I felt something grab my ankle. I looked down and saw a vine strongly coiled around my ankle. Oh no.

In a second, I was being dragged across the field, hitting rocks and sticks. I clawed at the dirt relentlessly, trying to stop the speed I was going, and yelled out for someone to help me. "Help! Someone help!" Dirt was getting in my nails and my body was starting to bruise.

"Oh, shut up," came an annoyed voice. I was turned on my back and my wrists were held above my head by vines. Mr. D was standing over me with a sneer on his face. I opened my mouth to speak, and with a wave of Mr. D's hand, a vine held my mouth open. "I don't want to hear a word out of you," he said. "After what you did, there's nothing that can get you out of this."

Mr. D snapped his fingers and the vines started moving. I was sat lazily against the tree, my wrists tied tightly behind my back and my legs held together and separated. I noticed I was positioned in a way that would make it comfortable for him to fuck me.

"Dionysus—" I was able to get out before I was gagged again.

"Don't want to hear it." Mr. D sat between my legs. "We had a deal. You agreed to what I ask," he spoke while ripping my clothes off. "And you bit my dick? You really think I'd ever let you get away with that? Poseidon's daughter or not, you will pay."

I started to squirm, trying to get away from his hands. It was pretty difficult with the vines being so tight. Tears flowed down my cheeks as I couldn't stop him from touching me. I whimpered and squirmed, it took Mr. D a few minutes to notice the tears.

"Why are you crying?" He asked. My talking was muffled. "Oh, right," Mr. D took off the gag.

"I don't want to have sex with you," I exclaimed. "You hate me! Why is this your task for me?"

"Hate you? Marina, I don't hate you."

"You called me by the wrong name for years! You made it seem like you didn't care about me, or the other campers. You hate heroes! I'm a hero."

"Technically, you're a heroine, not a hero," he smirked.

"If my hands weren't tied behind my back, I'd slap you."

"Good thing I tied you up."

"Bondage bastard," I muttered angrily. "And anyway, you hate me!"

"I don't hate you, Marina. Alright, I pretended to because of your father. I know he wouldn't allowed me to be with you, and you were with Ash." Mr. D put his hand on my chin, making me look at him. "Marina, I do love you, and I swear to you I'll treat you better than Asshole ever will."

"Swear on the River Styx?"

"I swear." Out of the corner of my eye, I saw lightning flash in the distance. I stared at Mr. D to make sure he wasn't lying to me. I stared at him for a long time. I wanted to be sure, I don't want to be hurt again.

I nodded and leaned in for a kiss. Mr. D didn't waste any time to kiss me. He trailed gentle kisses down my neck, his hands traveled around my body. I moaned softly, moving into his touch.

I liked the feeling of his fingertips grazing my bare skin as his lips made me shudder with each kiss. Mr. D and I shared a tender kiss as his hands moved onto fondling my breast and rubbing me. It felt so good. Even better when the vines pulled into Mr. D's lap, fuck, I never realized bondage could be so good.

"Fuck, it's big," I moaned softly, moving back and forth on his dick.

"Thank you," Mr. D glanced up. "Now, why don't we go back to what I was going to pay you for."

Mr. D sat me in front of him, naked, with my hands tied behind my back, and legs spread giving him a good view. A vine forced my head down, keeping my ass in the air. I wrapped my lips around his tip and started to suck on it, using my tongue to lap up any precum. I let go with a pop. I kissed down his length

"So, now tell me, how many gods love me?"

"All the Olympians. The male ones, not the females. Including some of your enemies. I remember how Tantalus spoke of you every time he saw you, it was disgusting. I would've killed him if he weren't already dead."

"You should've," I spat on his dick. "He was an ass."

"You just keep worrying about working my dick," Mr. D pushed my head to deepthroat him. I was bobbing my head up and down when I felt a thick vine go inside my pussy. Mr. D groaned, "I want to make sure I fit."

I moaned as I sucked. It felt so fucking good as the vine thrusted inside me. I think I'm going to cum. I sped up, licking, kissing, and sucking until Mr. D blew his load in my mouth and I came all over the vine.

I was laid on the grass with my legs separated and a gag was placed in my mouth. Dionysus positioned himself and slowly entered me. I moaned and smiled. "Go as deep as you want," I told him.

Dionysus pushed as far as he could go, stretching me along the way. He leaned down down for a kiss and started fucking me. Dionysus was gentle at first but he started picking up the pace. He was like an eager teenager getting rid of their virginity with how he was fucking me. It felt so good! I'm so glad I'm gagged, it'd be a bummer if some asshole came and disrupted us.

"Harder, harder," I moaned through the gag. I'm not sure if Dionysus understood me but I hope he did. Dionysus was speeding up. I think he was going to cum. Oh, he better. I need that cum inside me. I need to be filled. "Fill me!"

With a groan and a muffled moan, Dionysus and I came at the same time. He stayed inside me, leaving every drop inside me.

Fucking perfect. Now, I'm pregnant with his baby.