The Ocean's Offspring Chapter 18: Interlude of the Gods (Three), a percy jackson and the olympians fanfic

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Styx ran a hand over Apollon's shoulders; lips pulled into a cruel smile. "Sweet Apollon, did you forget your promise to me," the nymph purred. Eyes glittering in amusement, she leaned in closer. "Words that hold me together and keep me from falling into a euphoria. I can almost taste the sin. Tell me. Apollon, do you wish to break me."

He stepped casually out of her hold, staring at her in disgust, "What are you talking about?"

The nymph giggled, "Oh, so you did forget. Your vow, little god. You promised me. You swore to me. To never marry. Unable to love Daphne and unable to love Hyacinth... unable to choose a lover between the muses; you swore to never wed."

Apollon winced; that was before of course. Before he fell for Ariadne. Before he found that there was more to her than just a trigger happy soldier. She was bright and warm. She was like his own personal sun.

"You do know what happens to those that break my vows," the nymph suddenly stated, smile dropping completely. Her eyes swirled darkly as she stared at him, "I don't have to take it out on you. There's a cabin filled with your offspring that can feel the pain of—"

His hand wrapped around her throat before he could stop himself. His own eyes burning with the power of a thousand suns. Gone was the blue hue of his pupils instead replaced with the full effect of his own essence. He was Apollon, son of Leto and Zeus. He was Apollon, brother of Artemis. He was Apollon, the healer. He was Apollon, the destroyer. He was Apollon, the favored son. He was Apollon, the sun.

He was Apollon, the one who never let a slight go unpunished. "Watch your words, Lady Styx. I've broken no vow, but if you think of touching my children, I will burn your flesh from your body, feed you to my cattle and drift your divinity across the morning sky. I will make you obsolete. I have kept you whole for millennials as the other gods broke you to pieces without a care to piece you back together. I incurred the wrath of my own sister to keep you from falling into a euphoria that would have destroyed you. Stay away from children, Lady Styx because not even Lord Khaos himself would stop me from hunting you down."

He waited for her to nod in agreement before releasing her. He smiled just as cruelly as she, stepping away, "I am sure that we can keep this conversation from my father. There are no plans to marry just yet, Styx. But do know, when the time comes... I will have Ariadne at my side regardless of any vow that I have pledged."

He left her there, staring after him, hatred and lust and admiration burned within her.

And Ariadne was lying inside of her room when Apollon appeared. She smiled beautifully as always. The beauty and gracefulness that she inspired stole his very breath away. He understood mortals a little better when they stated how their hearts skipped at the sight of their loves.

She was a portrait of beauty that the world needed to see while he also wanted to keep it for himself selfishly. She was lounging on across her bed, hair hanging freely over her shoulders as she did some light reading.

[Apollon was pleased to note that it was one of his writings.]

He settled in to have another moment of peaceful silence with her. He could sense that her children were away at camp for the moment. He loved these moments with her. Everything that existed outside of the space he shared with her ceased to exist. He pulled out his sketchbook; content to permanently etch the view for life.

He'd hang the portrait of her alongside the paintings he made for Daphne and Hyacinth. He'd placed another one of her alongside his home on Delphi.

Apollon wondered if he should draw the version before him now—beautiful and free or show how she had grown from the girl before—beautiful and chained by expectations.

[He kind of missed the blue streaks that she kept in her hair.]

Apollon turned towards her at the sound of her voice. "You're always drawing me," Ariadne muttered, as she looked at him. Her eyes drifted down to the papers in his hands. The outline of her face could be seen, mid-laugh. [He still hadn't worked out if it were more of her blood thirsty laughs or her genuinely happy laughs.]

The god smiled at her as he absently traced the portrait, "I like to draw pretty things." Her eyes widened before a pretty blush overtook her features. "Oh."

[He was pleased to see that consistent exposure to his presence brought out the freckles alongside her nose.]

She turned away, ear tinged red as she tried to read her book once more. He could sense the looks she continued to throw his way. He wished that Hermes was here to see this. Though he was also glad that he was not there.

He wasn't keen to share more of her affection.

Ariadne snapped her book shut, turning to look at him. There was a glint in her eyes as she walked towards him. She pulled him up and led him towards her window seat. The view was as breathtaking as she.

She kept quiet for a moment longer, grasping his hands into hers... "You know I've struggled to find the right words to say to you, beloved." She traced patterns into his hands as she stared at his sister's chariot sailing across the night sky. "I have tirelessly searched every crevice of my mind for something to think, say, or feel... and finally, my first thought came to mind... it was of how much I love you." Her eyes flickered up to his. The blue hue was so intense that it washed away the specks of gold and green that he knew to be within them. "I'm grateful that Hermes and the Moirai and Ananke positioned us together."

She raised a hand to cup his face as she smiled so beautifully. "The love that you shower not only your kids, not only me, but all those that have encountered you... encouraged you is so profound, genuine and can never be replaced."

Apollon raised his hand to cover her own. He rarely heard such praise from those that weren't his followers, children, mother, or siblings. [Those being Artemis and Hermes.] Though being one of his father's favored children gave him more opportunities for compliments than most.

Ariadne turned her hand to grasp his before bringing it to her lips to kiss, "The condition of your heart has inspired me and will forever inspire me to love and show love as authentic as you. Apollon, I adore you. I cherish you. I love you, I will love you until the sea swallows the sun, and if there is life after that, I will love you then."

"I love you also, mi amour," he replied. He felt a sense of pride at watching the way she blushed prettily at his words. She looked away for a moment to collect herself as his gaze continued to trace over her features. He could understand why in another life she was offered immortality. Even outside of her skills, her looks exceed what was expected of a demigoddess. There was a certain regale to her that he rarely found in another mortal.

Slowly turning back towards him, he was blessed with the look of pure adoration in her eyes. "Beloved, in all your years on thy great mother's plane you have exemplified forgiveness, humility, kindness, solid moral character, and just a genuine love that we can all learn from. You've made mistakes and you've learned and you've grown from them. I truly believe that's why so many people attempt to humanize the being that you are because you are one of the best examples."

Apollo gaped at her words. Not many had forgiven him for his actions in fits of rage. Not many could see past the destroyer in his titles. But she–she saw them and she accepted them. She accepted him.

"The roman worshippers had the right idea. You are the god. The one we shall all aspire to be. The best version of ourselves. Beloved, I may not be able to help you through everything, but I can love you through everything. I have before and I always will."

"Do not accept my affection because you believe it to make me happy, Ariadne," he warned. He searched her gaze for any hints of self doubt. "I do not want you to love me if you have not learned to love yourself."

She hummed, "I no longer hate the experiences that have shaped me. I've learned to love all my flaws and broken pieces. I've learned that I can be both a masterpiece and a work in progress."

He pressed a kiss to her knuckles, "Loving yourself is never a form of vanity. It is a sanity especially in the life of a demigod. I am glad you have found yourself. I am glad that you are healing." Her eyes slipped closed as she smiled to herself. "Starlight, you will always be yours before you are anyone else."

"I am mine before I am anyone else," she echoed as she nodded her head. She peeked at him through her lashes, "What if I want to be yours also?" She leaned closer to him.

Apollon cleared his throat, "You are like the brightest star in the night sky, my love. If I have to remind you every day of all the ways that you are so loved, I will. I will create sonnets and ballads and paintings to commiserate your beauty, grace, power, and heart that would last until the world wept."

Her mouth dropped open in a silent gasp, recalling the words he told her so long ago. He looked her directly in the eye as they spoke words only they could hear. "There will never be a day that you would believe to be unloved. The world would know until the sea swallowed the sun."

Her eyes flickered over his face once more before she surged forward to cover his lips with her own. She leaned completely into his embrace; mewling softly as he placed her into his lap. Something within them swirled with power as they kissed languidly. They pulled back; eyes heavy with love and passion. She once more cupped his jaw, "If it isn't obvious, beloved, I accept your courtship. You can ignore the 375 pages left of your plan."

Apollon pressed his lips gently to hers, "I will continue to court you from today and until the end of our days... you are a miracle, my love. And I will make sure that the world knows that until the end of our days."

Within the walls of her temple, Aphrodite was positively glowing from the strength of love that flowed between the two. Her eyes cut around the handmaidens before her; to her children that gazed upon her power; waving a hand through the air, a small screen appeared in front of her children within the two camps... "Do you see my children? This is what love is; not always just an emotion but rather your actions. The choices that we make when we realize our lives would be empty if the other was absent. This is what love is: helping them grow, helping them find their way out of the cold. This is what love is: sometimes it takes work to see how the thing you planted together actually grows."

Her form flickered rapidly as they all showed different images of beauty within love. "Understand, my children. You are the light that most will never deserve. Understand that the love that shines through you is a gift to all those that receive it. Understand my children. . You deserve to feel this power... this rush... this euphoria... not just because you are my children because you are beings of love and beauty and lust. You deserve to feel beautiful, wanted, loved, and appreciated. I want you all to spread love freely."

Her eyes glinted as Ariadne and Apollon's feelings coursed through the air. She was almost drunk off of its potency. "Know that I am a beauty and that all of you are created in my image. Know that I have given you the mission to keep love alive. Never go to bed mad, my children. Love is born from hate and hate is born from love. My children, you shall bloom whether life waters you or not. Whether you are given light or not. You exist at the expense of no one but your own."

She breathed deeply; motherly connection with Ariadne sinking into her pores. It's all she could ask for from a mother. For someone to love her children deeply and without reason. Those that would bend themselves backwards to prove themselves worthy of her children's affection.

Ariadne leaned deeper into Apollon's embrace. The god pressed his lips gently to hers. They both felt their essence glow with the power of their love. Her hands pushed at the chiton he was currently wearing until she could trail her fingers down the smoothness of his chest.

He pulled away from her, eyes dark with love and power battling for dominance. This was the god that they wrote sonnets about. "Starlight, think over this carefully for I fear if we continue, I will no longer have the strength to stop myself. The passion that brews between us has to be what you want or I fear that I may make a grave mistake. Please, my love. Understand, if you'll have me... if you give yourself to me... there is no power within this universe that will keep me away...I will upheave mountains and drown you with my divinity until I was the only thing you could think about. I will sing from the heavens until the whole world knows you to be off limits. Fill you up with my love until it drips out of you. My darling, there are a lot of different ways that a man can worship and I will show them all to you."

Her own eyes were blown; she didn't answer instead she pushed him down away from the window and onto her floor. The silk strands brushed delicately against their skin; teasing them sensually and sending them further into a frenzy.

"You look at me as if you want to swallow me whole," Apollon whispered as he leaned forward to press a kiss onto her shoulder. She shivered at the feeling of his lips on her skin, eyes flickering to his, "It's the same way you look at me."

She could feel him smile into her skin. Blinking slowly, she licked her lips as she pulled him back towards her lips. A part of her so long forgotten settled within her skin as she relearned everything that was to know about the god before her. He kissed her with the same intensity as the burning sun. One hand cupped her face holding her in place as his tongue forced soft moans out of her mouth. The other inched up her shirt slowly unclasping her bra. The two of them only stopped long enough for her to remove the bra and her shirt before he was once again licking into her mouth.

"Look at you, my lady," Apollon whispered as he kissed behind her ear. "You're so pretty for us. You make such cute little noises. Can you go louder for us?" Ariadne blinked slowly, catching on to his usage of us. She looked around the room, coming face to face with Hermes who sat at the window watching the two in approval.

A part of her was horrified that he was bearing witness to this, but a larger part of her knew that this was right. She could never recall a moment where she had one god on her side without the other being too far away.

Apollon eased his fingers into her, swallowing down the mewl that left her at the action. She breathed deeply as he removed the rest of her clothing. "Come on, starlight. Sing for us."

Ariadne glanced up at the god, a slow smirk pulling at her lips. She could feel the weight of Hermes' gaze upon her before she pushed at the god of sun. He allowed it as he fell back towards the floor. She trailed her hands against his body before taking his length into her hands. Apollon's thighs tensed at her touch.

Ariadne smiled again, bending to press a feather-like kiss on his tip. She licked around the head before backing away teasingly when she felt his hands come near her hair. Her gaze trailed back towards Hermes who raised a brow at the two of them. She gave him a wink before turning her body around to face him as she leaned down to take Apollon completely into her mouth.

The groan he let out was music to her ears. She held him in place as more tension racked up in the room between the three of them. He felt heavy in her mouth as she let her tongue dance around his dick.

A surprised moan moved through her as she felt Apollon's fingers sink into her once again.

"Come on, sunshine," Apollon ordered, moving his fingers in an agonizing pace. He sounded wreck and her body reacted accordingly. Hermes smirked lazily at her, "Give us a show. Let Apollon wreck that pretty throat."

"Yeah," Apollon spoke up from beside her. "Don't you want to be good for us?"

She pulled off, took a quick breath, licked her lips before she took him back in

And then she went to work.

Apollon cut off his teasing words with a groan, one hand coming forth to twist deeply within her hair. The other alternated between thrusting and scissoring within her.

She pulled off Apollon once again to lick down his shaft before taking his balls into her mouth. She sucked on each one giving them equal attention. She could hear curses come from them both.

She took him back into her mouth slobbering all over his shaft making sure that it was nice and wet.

And then...

And then Apollon's fingers twisted in a way that had her seeing stars. She moaned deep around Apollon taking him in even deeper. She shook above him as her eyes closed with pleasure. "You're so fucking pretty," Hermes muttered as Apollon continuously thrust into her mouth before cumming down her throat.

Ariadne swallowed all of it, licking and sucking as she moved away. She whimpered at the loss of fingers and tongue touching her before she was being picked up. Her eyes fluttered open, taken in by the shifting of Apollon's back muscles as he moved her towards her bed. Hermes closed her window, and pulled the curtain closed over it.

Apollon pulled her into his lap, nibbling the skin on the right side of her neck. His eyes were mad with lust.

"You're gonna let Apollon take care of you, Little Pearl," Hermes stated from where he leaned alongside the wall. "You took such good care of him. Let him return the favor."

Apollon leaned forward to kiss her deeply before pulling away to whisper, "I'm going to wreck you, Ariadne."

"Please," she groaned. The god smirked, lining himself up. She could have cried as he slowly entered her. She probably did to be honest. She burned with the power of passion. She wanted to move immediately. She needed to move. She needed more. But he had a vice like grip on her waist that was sure to leave bruises. "Oh, my god."

"Yes, princess," the brothers chorused. Ariadne watched, mesmerized; through a half lidded gaze as his own features scrunched in pleasure. The low groan that came from him as he finally bottomed out was music to her ears. He slowly opened his eyes to look back at her. A smug smirk pulled at his lips as he slowly pulled back out before thrusting back in. Her eyes fluttered closed as he began to move. The drag...the stretch... Apollon returned to kissing her neck.

The air between them was charged with tension. Hermes stood to the side, eyes burning with resignation and excitement. Watching the two surrender themselves completely to the connection between them was nothing short of a miracle.

"Apollon," she mewled, fangs emerging from her gums. Apollon kissed her neck over and over and over again, "It's all yours, Starlight. It's all yours. Let me take care of you, cielo. Non è questo che volevi, amato?"

The demigoddess shuddered as the italian registered in her mind. She let out whimpers in response.

"Look at how pretty she is," Hermes whispered from behind them. Apollon's thumbs traced circles into her waist as he clutched her tighter in his lap.. "Look at how good she takes you. She just looks so pretty taking you, Apollon. He feels good, princess?"

She could moan in reply. Her eyes felt heavy as she tried to get out of the daze of lust. She blinked slowly, blue on blue meeting as desire flowed between them.

And then she met Apollon thrust for thrust.

Images flew through their minds too fast to process, the world around them started to glow. Hermes watched the two of them in awe. It was as if their auras were manifesting outside of them and combining into one.

He gasped as he started to glow himself; power hovering around the two pushing them further and further together. Emerald eyes widened when the auras of the two olympians manipulated itself to look like them.

And part of Hermes just knew it... this was their previous selves.

[Wow, did he look old? Still the further youthful god that he was, but this had to be the version that watched his son slip through his fingers.]

The auras winked at him before Apollon's reached for the swirling mass of Ariadne's and accepted it completely. He remembered the words she once told him when he asked her why she chased after Apollon so relentlessly: "He touch my soul long before I knew what his hands felt like." She had then laughed because technically, he had to touch her to pour his essence within her anchor, but Hermes understood what she had meant.

He watched as his own pushed the other into the bond that was being created between the two. ["It all started with three of us together. I don't know how my life is going to end, but I hope it ends with the three of us side by side."]

The two of them shuddered as their power sank into them. Passion and love singing within the air. Neither noticed the auras that flew around them playfully.

"That's my good girl," Apollon whispered into her ear. Ariadne's eyes started to glow as power seeped throughout her pores. "I'm so proud of you, liebling. I knew you could do it for me, angel." Ariadne shook his arms, breathing through her nose as her powers started to slowly slip from her control. "It's okay, mi amour. I'm here. I'm right here."

Hermes smiled as the two of them calmed, he flew away from the scene letting them have the rest of the moment to themselves.